#peter parker sad imagine

[jeonstellate]

currently writing the fic for this idea prompt, and i’m highkey pissed i can’t fit these in:

(won’t provide additional context, except that peter is six who kinda acts a little younger because . . . reasons.)

“Happy birthday, Alfred!” Peter flashes a smile that gets everyone, sans Jason, in the room stilling. They know that smile. “Here’s Uncle Jay’s gift for you!”

“It’s from all of us Outlaws,” Jason corrects while his nephew hands over the wrapped box to the Wayne family butler. “And Peter and Lian.”

Before Alfred, or anyone else, can say anything, Peter deems it important to throw his uncle under the bus right there and then. “Auntie Artemis said Uncle Jay accidentally left it at home because he forgot to set an alarm.”

Some can’t help but chuckle with amusement. Children really don’t have well-installed filters. “For shame, Jason,” Steph chastises playfully.

Peter notices the cakes on the table and leans forward dangerously without any warning. Had Jason’s reaction time been any slower, the former would’ve surely face-planted onto the cakes below.

“Careful, buddy,” he says after jerking his nephew closer to his chest and further from the table. He almost sighs in relief upon averting a crisis (read: Kori’s disappointment). “You don’t need to be that close to look.”

Peter doesn’t pay him any mind, green eyes never leaving the desserts that have captured his attention. “Is this one for you, Uncle Jay?” He inquires after a moment, pointing at the cake with Happy Birthday, Jason! elegantly written on top.

“Yeah.”

Peter hums a note that doesn’t sound impressed. “I like the one me and Lian decorated better.”

Jason doesn’t know how else to react to that besides avoid looking at Alfred, who baked and decorated the cake his nephew doesn’t seem to approve of. Everyone else is too stunned to move.

Jason follows what caught Peter’s attention on the ceiling. His eyes land on the unsuspecting chandelier.

“No, Peter,” he shuts down the idea barely brewing in his nephew’s head. “You can’t swing on the chandelier.”

“Aw.”

Somewhere in the room, Duke can’t believe his ears. “That’s hereditary? How the—”

Peter fixes him a stare. Eyes slightly widened, bottom lip slightly pushed out. He wisely averts his eyes. “Don’t give me that look. Artemis will have my head. And that’s if your mom doesn’t get to me first.”

“Jaylad, you’re injured. You shouldn’t be carrying—” Bruce starts to say while inching closer to where his third eldest stood.

Jason is quick to react. “Nice try, old man, but I know what you’re trying to do.” He shifts Peter to his other arm, the one that’s further from his adoptive father, and straightens his body even more in an attempt to hide his nephew from the other’s view. “I won’t let you sweep him away.”

“I’m not—” Bruce starts again, but this time stops in middle in his own accord. In a softer voice, he eventually admits, “I just want to hold him.”

Jason doesn’t let up his protective stance. “Peter doesn’t like strangers carrying him.” To strengthen his argument, he turns for back up. “Right, buddy?”

However, much to his utter astonishment, the boy that has been attached to him since he showed up unannounced is no longer where he last saw him mere fifteen seconds ago. Instead, he’s in the arms of the second eldest Wayne child and is now holding a glowstick.

Jason doesn’t even have a clue when the transfer must’ve taken place. He didn’t feel his nephew detach while his eyes were locked on Bruce.

Cass smiles triumphantly as she rests the child on her hip.

“Uh-huh!” Peter confirms enthusiastically, unaware of — really, uncaring for — how his current position is an unignorable contradiction to what he just agreed to. He waves the glowstick with fervor. “Look, Uncle Jay, I got a baby lightsaber!”

[foggyredkastle]

Wade, sweating: Peter, there’s something I need to ask you-

Peter: Finally! You’re proposing!

Wade: How’d you know?

Peter: Wade, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Peter: I even picked it up once.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Imagine: Dr. Strange does the spell on Peter and makes everyone forget who Peter is or was.

ALL FROM PETER’S POV

Peter Parker x Platonic!Romantic!Reader

(You can decide if the relationship between Peter is platonic or romantic.)

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” I exclaimed, as I ran up the stairs to their apartment building and banged on the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Mrs. (L/N)?”

“Yes, that’s me..?” (Y/N)’s mother said with a questionable tone and folded her arms as she looked at me.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Are they here?”

“Yes..? Come in.” She said hesitantly, before telling (Y/N) to come out of their room.

“Give them a few minutes.” I nod in understanding, standing in the living room, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

“I’m sorry, how do you know.. my child?”

“I..um.. it’s a bit of a long story.” I said, wiping my clammy palms on the sides of my clothes.

“Yeah, mom?” They asked coming out of their room. “Who’s this?”

“I thought he was your friend or classmate from school.”

“No, I’ve never seen him in my life.”

“But he knew your name.” Their mom said and (Y/N) turned to me with furrowed brows.

“How do you know my name? I don’t even know you.”

“I’m Peter Parker. You don’t remember me? Or know me? Like at all?”

“I don’t, I would remember someone with a name like that.” They admitted and I felt my heart sink.

I knew what I was in for, when I told Mr. Strange to cast that spell on me, but I kind of hoped.

I hoped that even they would remember who I was. I think.. No, I know I made the right decision..

I just don’t think I was ready to face the consequences..

“Excuse me? Uh, Peter was it?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I have to go, something came up. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.” I said, and rushed out of the house.

I put on my suit and climbed all the way up to one of the many buildings in NYC, and sat there.

I took off my mask and felt my tears fall down to my chin.

Letting Strange’s words play around in my head, like a broken record.

“But you have got to understand that would mean everyone, who knows and loves you—we would have no memory of you. It would be as though you would have never existed.”

“I know.. Do it.”

[superwholock36]

~ A Little Taste of Heaven ~ (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) (9/10)

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Warnings: Angst / Sad / Violence / Suspense / Action / Grief / Cliffhanger

Summary: Peter’s unwavering determination as he fights to protect [Name] from Blackout’s relentless pursuit. Despite being injured and weak, Peter pushes himself beyond his limits to rescue her, battling through immense pain and fatigue. As chaos erupts around them, [Name] struggles to stay safe while Peter continues to fight, refusing to give up on her.

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🎵🎶 Losing You • Aquilo 🎶🎵

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The first thing [Name] noticed as she began to wake was the sound of water dripping. The rhythmic plink of droplets hitting the floor reverberated faintly in her ears, steady and unrelenting. Her body shivered involuntarily—cold seeped into her skin, chilling her to the bone. As awareness returned, the ache in her shoulders became undeniable. Her arms were pulled taut behind her back, her wrists bound, and every shift of her position sent sharp jolts of discomfort through her stiff muscles.

Her heart started racing as the realization of her predicament set in. She was restrained—unable to move. Her breathing quickened, the air feeling heavier as panic clawed its way through her chest. She blinked rapidly but saw nothing—the darkness wasn’t just disorienting, it was absolute. She swallowed hard and realized she wasn’t just blind; she’d been blindfolded. The scratchy fabric against her skin only heightened her growing sense of vulnerability.

The pounding at the back of her head intensified as she tried to piece together the fragments of her memory. The last thing she remembered was being in Blackout’s hideout, the photograph with the red X marking her face, and then… his voice. And now, here she was, restrained, helpless, and trapped in his twisted game.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered. A voice broke through the darkness—low, smooth, and chillingly familiar.

“Finally awake, princess.”

[Name] stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. Blackout. His voice was unmistakable, laced with the kind of menace that sent her pulse spiking. Her mouth felt dry as she tried to respond, her words slurred slightly from the disorientation. “W-what… what do you want from me?” she stammered, the question stumbling out in fragments.

He didn’t answer her directly. Instead, a soft chuckle echoed through the room—a dark, low laugh that crawled under her skin, setting every nerve on edge. “You’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?” he said, his tone calm yet dripping with condescension. “How did you find me?”

The question hung in the air like a challenge. Her lips parted, the words struggling to form as her mind raced. “I followed… the trail,” she managed, though her voice trembled with fear.

Another laugh, sharper this time. It felt like he was toying with her, savouring the moment. “I made sure there wasn’t a trail,” he said darkly, his voice steady but biting. The confidence in his words sent a chill down her spine.

She felt movement near her—his presence looming closer. Then, the sudden sharpness of his hand gripping her hair made her cry out softly in pain. Her head tilted back involuntarily, the sting forcing her to focus entirely on him.

“Try again,” he said, his voice lower now, almost a growl. The words carried an unspoken threat, and she knew he wouldn’t accept anything less than an explanation.

Her breaths came faster as she fought to suppress the pain, forcing the words out before her fear overtook her. “The energy readings… from the core,” she said shakily, her voice breaking slightly. “They pinged twice in this area. And all of your previous attacks—they criss-crossed here.”

For a moment, there was no response. His grip on her hair slackened, and she felt him let go entirely. She bit her lip, the silence pressing heavily against her as she waited for him to speak. Instead, she heard the faint sound of him muttering to himself—low, indecipherable words she couldn’t make out.

Her heart raced faster, her panic building again as the tension grew unbearable. Then, she heard it—the sound of footsteps receding. He was leaving. But the oppressive fear he’d planted in her stayed firmly rooted in her chest.

Alone in the darkness, she swallowed hard, her breathing shaky as she tried to gather herself. But the threat of his return loomed over her, and the knowledge of his twisted game settled deep into her bones.

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Time became meaningless in the darkness. [Name] didn’t know how long she’d been kept in this suffocating, unchanging void. Days blurred together, marked only by the intermittent sounds of Blackout working—metallic clanks and the low hum of machinery drifting through the room. She was kept blindfolded at all times, the absence of sight amplifying her other senses. Her body felt weak, her shoulders aching from the constant strain of her bound hands. She was hungry, exhausted, barely kept alive by the occasional scraps of food and water Blackout provided. It wasn’t enough to nourish her—just enough to ensure she lingered in this state of painful limbo.

Sometimes he came into the room, and she could feel his presence hovering near her. He didn’t always speak, but she could feel him staring, his silence heavier than words. Other times, he antagonized her, his voice laced with mockery and amusement, feeding her fear like it was part of the game he was playing.

Her body jolted when she heard the sound of the door creaking open. His footsteps echoed faintly against the cold floor as he entered, the familiarity of his movements sending a shiver down her spine. She heard him stop, felt his presence looming closer, and her heart rate spiked.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice cracked, weak and trembling. She hated how small it sounded, but exhaustion had robbed her of strength.

A chuckle came in response—low and dark, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the room and settle uncomfortably in her chest. “The Spider will come for you,” Blackout said, his tone smooth, almost casual. “He cares for you.”

Her stomach twisted, fear clawing its way up her throat. “He doesn’t,” she protested weakly, her words trembling as they spilled from her lips.

The laugh that followed sent chills down her spine—sharp and biting, like the edge of a knife cutting through her defences. “Oh, but he does,” Blackout replied, his voice tinged with amusement. “I saw the way he cared for you. You don’t know, do you?”

The question made her freeze, her mind whirling. “Know what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, her thoughts tangled as she tried to grasp what he was implying.

Blackout leaned closer, and though she couldn’t see him, she felt the suffocating weight of his presence. “The Spider,” he said slowly, deliberately, “is someone close to you, princess. He will come.”

The room fell silent again, his words lingering like a heavy fog, suffocating her with their implications. She heard the faint sound of his footsteps receding, the creak of the door as he walked away, leaving her alone with nothing but the darkness and her spiralling thoughts.

Someone close to me? Her mind buzzed, replaying his words again and again, searching desperately for answers. Who?

Her mind felt like sludge, slow and uncooperative as she tried to grasp onto Blackout’s cryptic words. Someone close to me, he had said. The thought spun in circles, jabbing at her raw nerves. She tried to force herself to think, to put the pieces together, but her exhaustion was too overwhelming. Her thoughts drifted to the people in her life: Ned, MJ, Megan… Peter. She cycled through each name, but her foggy brain couldn’t make any sense of it. The connections were there, just out of reach, taunting her from the shadows of her mind.

Her body betrayed her, the weight of hunger, exhaustion, and fear dragging her into a restless, uneasy sleep. The darkness around her remained unyielding, her dreams a fractured blur of faces, memories, and Blackout’s haunting laugh echoing in the distance.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she was wrenched awake, the sudden jolt making her gasp in pain. Blackout’s hand gripped her arm tightly, yanking her upright with no regard for her weakened state. Her head swam, her body protesting the sudden movement as pins and needles shot through her arms and legs from being bound for so long. She let out a strained groan, her voice hoarse. “What’s… happening? Wait—where are you taking me?”

His presence loomed over her, cold and unrelenting. She couldn’t see him, but she felt the menace in his silence, the way his grip dug into her arm like a vice. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost casual, but it carried a weight that sent a chill down her spine.

“It’s showtime.”

Her breath hitched, the two words reverberating through her like a death knell. Panic surged, but she was too weak to fight back. The sound of her own pulse thundered in her ears as he dragged her forward, her blindfold still robbing her of sight. Each step felt like a march toward doom, the dread in her chest growing with every shift of her weight. She could hear faint echoes—the distant hum of machinery, the metallic clang of something being prepared. It all built into a symphony of terror.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of his cryptic statement. Showtime? What did he mean? What was he planning? The fear of the unknown was worse than any threat he could’ve voiced. She stumbled as he tugged her along, her body nearly giving out beneath her. But he didn’t stop, his strength unyielding as he pulled her through the darkness.

The sound of a door creaking open made her heart drop, the air around her shifting as they entered a new space. The faint scent of oil and burning metal filled her nose, and the hum of energy grew louder. She was acutely aware of how exposed she felt—blindfolded, restrained, and at the mercy of someone who seemed to thrive on her fear.

Blackout stopped abruptly, his grip loosening just enough to leave her standing, trembling, on unsteady legs. The silence stretched unbearably, her own ragged breathing the only sound she could hear. She strained to pick up any clue, any hint of what was happening, but all she could do was wait.

The tension was suffocating, the air thick with dread as the unknown loomed ahead. She clenched her teeth, her mind screaming for an answer, for any glimmer of understanding. But all she could hear was his voice echoing in her mind: It’s showtime.

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The lab was quiet except for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional flicker of holograms floating in the air around Peter. He sat hunched over his workstation, the glow from the display casting shadows across his tired face. His hoodie hung loosely on his frame, the sleeves shoved up to his elbows, and his messy hair stuck out in all directions—a telltale sign that he’d been pulling yet another all-nighter. Empty coffee cups littered the desk, their faint aroma mingling with the sterile smell of electronics.

In front of him hovered a holographic diagram of the quantum-stabilized energy core. Peter’s fingers moved rapidly through the interface, swiping through iterations of his destabilizer prototype. Each model looked promising, but the bright red error messages flashing across the screen told the real story. Another failed design.

“C’mon, c’mon, there’s got to be a way to make this work,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with frustration. His leg bounced anxiously under the desk, the thrum of his nervous energy palpable.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s calm, measured voice interrupted his thoughts, cutting through the silence. “You’ve been working for over ten hours straight. Perhaps it’s time to take a break.”

“I can’t take a break!” Peter snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. He immediately winced, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sorry. I just… I can’t, okay? I need to figure this out.” He gestured to the diagram in front of him, his tone softening but still edged with urgency. “If I don’t figure out how to destabilize this core, we’ve got nothing. The city has nothing.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn’t respond, but Peter felt the weight of her unspoken concern. He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead felt too bright, his head pounding from lack of sleep and too much caffeine. He glanced over at the couch on the far side of the lab where he’d been crashing for the past few days, the blankets still rumpled from his restless attempts at sleep.

His phone buzzed on the table, and he picked it up, seeing a string of messages from MJ and Ned.

MJ: “Any progress?” Ned: “Let me know if you need me to run simulations on my end. Got my laptop ready!” MJ: “You’ve got this, Parker. Don’t forget to eat something.”

He felt a pang of guilt as he read their words. They’d been helping him work through the bugs in his designs, offering their own insights and encouragement even as he holed up in the lab. And then there was [Name]. The thought of her made his chest tighten. He hadn’t spoken to her properly in days, barely sending her a few brief texts to let her know he was still alive and working. He hated that he was neglecting her, but he didn’t know how to balance it all. Not when the stakes were this high.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interjected again, this time with a softer tone. “You cannot save the city if you collapse before finding a solution.”

“I know,” Peter said quietly, his voice carrying a note of defeat. He stared at the hologram, his jaw tightening as he swiped through another failed design. “But what else can I do? Every prototype fails. It’s either too unstable, doesn’t disrupt the quantum field enough, or outright explodes in simulations. I can’t keep spinning my wheels like this, but—” He stopped, frustration boiling over as he pushed himself back from the desk. “I don’t have a choice.”

He stood up, pacing in tight circles around the lab, running both hands through his hair. His mind raced with calculations, formulas, and the looming image of Blackout with the core in his possession. The weight of responsibility felt crushing. If he couldn’t figure this out, people would die. The city would fall.

“Maybe… maybe if I recalibrate the dampening frequency,” he muttered to himself, his fingers twitching like they were already running through the adjustments. “Or—no, I’ve already tried that. Dammit.”

He returned to the workstation, staring at the mess of data in front of him. His eyes burned from the strain, his body screaming for rest, but he shook his head, refusing to give in. “One more design,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “Just one more.”

Even as he worked, the guilt gnawed at him. He could barely remember the sound of [Name]’s voice—it felt like ages since they’d last spoken. He wanted to call her, to apologize for being distant, but the thought of stepping away from the lab for even a moment felt impossible.

Instead, he buried himself deeper in his work, the endless cycle of trial and error consuming him. The city needed him. [Name] needed him. And he wouldn’t stop until he found a way to save them.

Peter stretched his arms over his head, feeling the stiffness in his muscles protest. He had been hunched over the hologram for hours now, his focus razor-sharp as he tried to find a solution to the quantum-stabilized energy core. His thoughts had been racing nonstop, the pressure mounting with each failed prototype, but even he knew he couldn’t go on like this without a brief pause. The couch was calling his name, but instead, he picked up his phone and checked for messages.

His chest tightened as he scrolled down to his last text to [Name], sent hours ago: How’s your day going?

No reply.

Peter frowned, his thumb hovering over the screen. It wasn’t like her to leave him hanging—not after everything they’d been through. He tapped on her contact and hit the call button, pacing the length of the lab as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

“Where are you?” he murmured under his breath, his nerves creeping in. He contemplated trying again but shook his head, slipping the phone back into his pocket. Maybe she was busy—or sleeping. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but something about the silence unsettled him. With a sigh, he turned back to the holographic diagram floating in front of him. Right now, the city needed him, and he had to trust that she’d reach out soon.

Peter’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the glowing blue core and his latest prototype. Each attempt to create a destabilizer had been met with failure—either the quantum field wasn’t disrupted enough, or the device itself proved too unstable to even simulate safely. He dragged his hand down his face, muttering under his breath, “Think, Peter. You’re missing something.”

It hit him all at once—a small adjustment, one he hadn’t considered before. Peter’s fingers darted to the interface, recalibrating the frequency of the destabilizer’s emitter. His movements were swift but deliberate, his mind firing on all cylinders as the blueprint took shape. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he called out, his voice steady despite the excitement bubbling inside him. “Run a diagnostic on this new configuration. Let me know if it’s viable.”

The AI’s voice responded immediately, calm and efficient. “Running diagnostic now. One moment.”

Peter’s heart raced as he waited, watching the glowing diagram shift and pulse with every calculation. The hum of machinery filled the silence, and his eyes remained fixed on the hologram, willing it to succeed.

“The diagnostic is complete,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said finally. “This model has an 80% chance of destabilizing the core effectively.”

Peter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relief washing over him. “Eighty percent,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ll take it.”

Hope surged through him as he launched into the next phase—testing and refining the model. He recreated the blueprint in physical form, his hands steady but quick as he pieced the components together. Each part of the device had to be precise, the smallest misstep potentially catastrophic. The hours ticked by, and though his body screamed for rest, his mind was alive with determination.

The first trial ended with a fizzle—literally. The emitter failed to activate, sparking briefly before the device shut down entirely. Peter groaned, his frustration mounting but his resolve unshaken. He adjusted the design again, tweaking the quantum disruptor to amplify its output without compromising stability. The next trial resulted in a minor burst of energy, but the destabilization field was still too weak to do any real damage.

“Not enough,” Peter muttered, pacing again as his mind ran through every possible adjustment. “C’mon, Peter, think.”

Every fail drove him forward, the glimpses of progress fueling his hope like small sparks in the darkness. He could feel it in his gut—he was close. Closer than he’d ever been. The third trial showed promise, the field maintaining its stability for several seconds before faltering. “Okay,” he said, his voice sharper now. “We’re getting somewhere.”

As the hours stretched on, Peter pushed himself harder, each adjustment building on the last. His phone sat untouched on the desk, the unanswered call lingering in the back of his mind. But right now, his focus was unyielding, his hope rekindled as the prototype began to show real promise. He was on the brink of something, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it right.

Peter leaned back in his chair, staring at the glowing, hand-held device on the desk before him. The soft hum of the destabilizer’s energy field filled the lab, steady and strong—a sign that it was working. Finally, it was working. His eyes widened, disbelief giving way to sheer exhilaration as he snatched the device up, turning it over in his hands. Small, sleek, and efficient—everything he needed to shut down Blackout’s energy core. I did it.

He shot to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him as a wide grin broke across his face. “It works! It actually works!” His voice echoed through the otherwise empty lab, and he couldn’t contain the laugh of triumph that followed. He couldn’t wait to tell someone—anyone. But most of all, he couldn’t wait to tell [Name]. She’d been there through so much of this, and he wanted to see the look on her face when he told her they finally had a chance.

Without missing a beat, Peter grabbed his jacket, pocketed the destabilizer, and bolted out of the lab. The stairs echoed beneath him as he practically flew down them, his excitement propelling him forward. The city blurred around him as he made his way to her apartment, the cool air biting at his skin but doing nothing to temper his joy. Every step brought him closer to sharing the good news, the thrill of victory beating in his chest.

By the time he reached her building, he was breathless but undeterred. He fished the key she’d given him out of his pocket, fumbling with it in his eagerness. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open, taking the stairs two at a time. His heart raced—not from exhaustion, but from the anticipation of seeing her.

He burst into her apartment, his voice bright and buoyant as he called out, “[Name]! You’re not gonna believe this—I figured it out!” His words hung in the air, unanswered.

Peter’s steps slowed as he stepped further inside, his smile fading slightly. The room was eerily quiet, her absence weighing heavily on the space. “Hello?” he called out again, this time softer. He walked through the apartment, checking the kitchen, the living room, anywhere she might be. Nothing. No sign of her.

Confusion turned to unease as Peter wandered toward her bedroom. He froze when he heard the door creak open behind him.

“[Name], is that you?” a voice called out. Peter turned sharply, his shoulders relaxing slightly when he saw Ned stepping inside. “Oh—Peter. It’s you,” Ned said, though his expression didn’t match the relief Peter would’ve expected.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Peter replied cautiously. “Why did you think it was [Name]?”

“I… I haven’t seen her in days,” Ned admitted, his voice lowering. “She hasn’t answered her door when I’ve checked on her. Megan said she went to follow a lead and hasn’t been back since.”

Peter’s stomach dropped, terror clawing its way into his chest. “[Name] went to follow a lead? What lead?”

“It’s… it’s whatever she was working on,” Ned said, his own worry growing. “She didn’t say much, just that it was important.”

Peter’s breath hitched as the pieces clicked into place. “She was working on Blackout,” he whispered, the words barely audible. His legs felt like lead as he turned toward her office, a knot of dread twisting tighter with every step.

The door to her office was ajar, and Peter pushed it open slowly, his eyes scanning the chaotic mess of notes, photos, and pins strewn across the board. His gaze zeroed in on the center of the map, where two red pins were circled in bold marker. A post-it note sat nearby, scrawled in her handwriting: Blackout hideout?

“No,” Peter muttered, his voice cracking as panic took hold. “No, no, no.” His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he replayed all the moments he’d missed her calls, her texts, her presence. How long had she been working on this? How long had she been missing?

Beside him, Ned stared at the board, his own face pale as the realization settled in. “Peter,” he said, his voice trembling. “She went there. Alone.”

Peter turned to him, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. “We have to find her. Now.”

Peter’s chest felt tight, the gravity of the situation sinking in with every passing second. His heart raced as he turned to Ned, his voice shaking with raw emotion. “I’m going after her,” he said, the words more a declaration than a plan. He could feel the edges of panic creeping in, threatening to take over, but he forced himself to push it down. There’s no time for fear. She needs me.

Ned’s face was pale, his own worry evident in the way his hands fidgeted nervously. “Be careful, Peter,” he said, his tone soft but weighted. “Please. Just… be safe.”

Peter nodded quickly, already moving toward the door. “I will,” he said, though the words felt hollow even as they left his lips. How could he promise safety when he didn’t know what he was walking into? His mind was already racing ahead, envisioning every terrible scenario she could be in, each one worse than the last.

The streets outside blurred as Peter dashed toward the hidden alley where he’d stashed his Spider-Man suit. His breaths came fast and shallow, his thoughts spiraling as the panic threatened to overtake him. What if I’m too late? What if Blackout’s already— He shook his head violently, refusing to let himself finish the thought. He couldn’t afford to spiral. He had to focus. She was counting on him.

Reaching the alley, Peter yanked open the hidden compartment and pulled out the suit. The familiarity of the material in his hands grounded him, even as fear still clawed at his chest. He suited up quickly, his movements practiced but jittery, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the mask. The moment the suit’s sensors came to life, his breathing slowed just enough for him to regain a shred of control. I can do this. I have to do this.

The city stretched out before him, its twinkling lights a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside him. Peter shot out a web, his body snapping into motion as he swung into the air. The wind rushed past his ears, but even the familiar rhythm of swinging through the city couldn’t calm the dread knotting in his stomach. Every swing brought him closer to the location on her map, and every second felt like an eternity.

His thoughts churned, the fear growing heavier with each moment. What if I’m already too late? What if I can’t save her? The memory of her laugh, her smile, flashed through his mind, making his chest ache. He couldn’t lose her. Not her. And now she was in danger, and he hadn’t been there to stop it.

The neon signs and shadowed streets blurred below him as he picked up speed, his body fueled by a relentless drive. The image of her office board burned in his mind, the circled pins at the center of the map seared into his vision. He clung to the hope that he wasn’t too late, that she was still alive, that he’d reach her before Blackout did something irreversible.

Peter swung higher, faster, his muscles straining as he pushed himself to the limit. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, the city below oblivious to the silent battle raging inside him. Hold on, he thought desperately, as if she could hear him across the distance. I’m coming.

The closer he got to the marked location, the darker and quieter the city seemed to become. The bustling noise of the streets faded, replaced by an eerie stillness that made his nerves tingle. He couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping through his fingers like sand, and with it, her safety. But he couldn’t stop. Not until he found her. Not until he brought her home.

Peter landed softly on the cracked pavement a safe distance away from the desolate building, his knees bending to absorb the impact as his suit adjusted to the low light around him. He crouched behind a rusted pile of debris, staying low and quiet as he took in the sight of the structure looming ahead. The building was just as [Name] had described on her map—crumbling, forgotten, its brickwork faded and jagged as nature slowly reclaimed it.

The area was eerily silent, the absence of city noise unsettling. No cars honked in the distance, no pedestrians bustled down the streets. It was as if the world had held its breath, waiting for him to make his move.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Peter whispered, his voice barely audible as he tapped his mask. “Give me a status report on the building.”

The AI’s voice replied promptly, steady and efficient. “There are no active cameras in the vicinity, nor are there recorded sightings of comings or goings within the area. Security is minimal, but visual surveillance is unavailable. You are proceeding blind, Peter. You should exercise extreme caution.”

He exhaled sharply, his brows knitting together under the mask. Blind. The word left a heavy weight in his chest, but he nodded slightly, his resolve sharpening. “Got it. Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Peter pressed closer to the shadows, his movements deliberate and quiet as he tried to glean anything from the outside of the building. The broken windows, the faint rustle of wind against the tattered vines—it all felt wrong, like it was hiding something far more sinister. He flexed his fingers, his palms tingling as he prepared to shoot a web, his senses alert and on edge. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to be vigilant, to be ready for anything.

“Hang on, [Name],” he murmured under his breath, his determination carrying an edge of fear. His stomach churned at the thought of what she might be enduring, what Blackout might have already done. He couldn’t stop the flash of worst-case scenarios from entering his mind, but he shoved them down, focusing on the present. You’re not too late. You can still save her.

The building loomed larger as he moved closer, his breath steady despite the chaos in his mind. Peter was acutely aware of the risks—Blackout was unpredictable, dangerous, and more powerful than ever. But none of it mattered. Not the danger, not the odds, not the fear clawing at his chest. All that mattered was finding her. And he wouldn’t stop until he did.

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Peter clung to the ceiling, his fingers pressing firmly into the cracked surface as he crawled deeper into the building. The world was muted here—just the faint creak of the dilapidated structure and the soft rustle of his suit as he moved, each sound amplified in his ears. His senses were on overdrive, every shadow and flicker of movement pulling his attention. The cold air clung to him, and with every passing second, the weight of the unknown bore down heavier on his chest.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he whispered, barely audible. “Anything?”

For a moment, there was only silence, save for the faint hum of his suit’s systems. Then her voice came through, calm but edged with a warning. “Peter, I’ve intercepted a sound on the lower floors. Amplifying now.”

He froze in place, his breath hitching as the faint noise filled his mask’s audio receptors. At first, it was garbled—indistinct murmurs bleeding into the static. But then, a voice broke through clearly, and his blood ran cold.

“Why are you doing this?” It was [Name]. Her voice wavered, fraught with exhaustion and fear. “What do you want?”

Peter’s heart slammed against his ribcage as the sound cut out abruptly, leaving only silence in its wake. “[Name],” he whispered, his voice trembling. A wave of terror surged through him, his thoughts spiralling as dread clawed at his chest. What has he done to her? What’s happening down there?

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interjected, her tone measured but firm. “Proceed with caution. You are still operating blind, and Blackout is highly unpredictable.”

“I can’t—” Peter’s voice cracked as he forced himself to move, crawling faster now, his movements urgent and unsteady. “I can’t take my time, F.R.I.D.A.Y. I can’t just wait. She needs me.”

He pushed forward, his breaths shallow and quick as he navigated through the crumbling structure. Every creak of the ceiling felt deafening, each moment stretching unbearably long. His hands and feet moved in near-perfect synchronization, his body pressed tightly to the surface as he descended toward the lower levels. His senses buzzed with adrenaline, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Please be okay. Please hold on.

As he neared the source of the sound, his body tensed, every muscle coiled tightly with anticipation. With a swift and practiced motion, he flipped down from the ceiling, landing silently on the ground below. He stayed low, crouched in the shadows, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor. The air was thick, heavy with a palpable sense of dread. His spider-sense prickled faintly, a warning he couldn’t ignore.

The silence was oppressive, each second dragging on as Peter crept forward. His footfalls were near-silent, his movements slow and deliberate. Every sound seemed to echo—the faint crack of peeling paint, the whisper of wind through broken windows. He felt exposed despite the darkness, the vulnerability gnawing at him as he moved closer to where he’d heard her voice.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. whispered in his ear again. “I’m detecting faint energy readings ahead. Exercise extreme caution.”

Her words only heightened the tension thrumming through him. His grip on the wall tightened as he edged closer, his jaw clenched so tightly that it ached. Fear twisted in his gut, sharper than any physical pain he’d ever endured. But he couldn’t let it stop him. Not now. Not when she was so close.

Peter moved quickly but quietly, his steps cautious as he descended toward the lower floor. Each creak of the building and each faint sound made his spider-sense tingle, the tension in his chest tightening with every second. As he got closer, his pulse surged—he could hear her. Her voice was clear as day, echoing softly through the corridor.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want?”

Peter froze, his breath hitching. Relief mixed with dread; she sounded so close. But something about her voice—repeating the same phrases again—made unease creep up his spine. He quickened his pace, crawling along the ceiling toward the source. The corridor stretched ahead, dim and unforgiving, and he could feel the urgency hammering in his chest.

His fingers curled tighter against the cracked surface as he reached a door. He paused, taking a deep, shaky breath, his heart racing like it was ready to burst. Focus. Get ready. He braced himself, then swooped down, landing swiftly and silently. His body was coiled with tension, ready to spring into action.

But the room was empty.

Peter’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes darted around the space. It was barren except for a table with a cassette player sitting atop it. The faint hum of machinery filled the silence, her voice repeating from the tape. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?” It played on a loop, taunting him, each repetition twisting the knot of fear in his gut tighter.

He slumped against the wall, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. “She’s not here,” he whispered to himself, his voice cracking. The crushing realization hit like a freight train. I’m too late.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke softly, her voice cutting through his thoughts. “This room is empty, but there’s another tape on the desk.”

Peter’s head snapped up, his gaze darting to the table. Slowly, he moved toward it, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the second cassette. His breathing quickened as he slotted it into the player and pressed play. The tape crackled to life, and Blackout’s voice filled the room, smooth and mocking.

“Predictable as ever, Spider. Or should I say Peter Parker.”

Peter froze. The world seemed to tilt beneath him, the air sucked from his lungs. How did he know? How could he possibly—?

The recording continued as Peter stood rooted in place, his mind racing. “You have until 7 p.m. to reach Times Square… or the girl dies.” The finality of Blackout’s words echoed in Peter’s ears, sending a cold shiver down his spine.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interjected again, her voice firm. “This is clearly a trap.”

“I know,” Peter replied, his voice strained, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. “But what else am I supposed to do? If I don’t go—” He cut himself off, unable to finish the sentence. The fear gripping him was sharper than ever, but it was outweighed by the determination surging through his chest. He wouldn’t let her die. He couldn’t.

Steeling himself, Peter straightened up, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders as he prepared to face whatever Blackout had in store.

Peter felt his pulse race as Blackout’s tape continued to echo in his mind. The threat was clear, the stakes unimaginably high. He clenched his fists, the urgency of the situation making every second feel like an eternity.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted, her tone calm yet edged with urgency. “There is limited time remaining until 7 p.m. You need to move quickly. But take extra precautions—this is undoubtedly a trap.”

“I know,” Peter replied, his voice strained but resolute. “But I don’t have a choice. If there’s even a chance I can save her…” He let the thought linger, unwilling to consider the alternative.

Without wasting another second, Peter shot out a web and launched himself into the air, swinging hard and fast away from the building. The wind rushed past him as he navigated the city, his movements sharp and precise, but the knot of fear in his chest only tightened as the minutes ticked down. His mind raced as he weighed every option, searching desperately for a way to minimize the danger.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., send out a PSA to the police,” he said, his voice cutting through the wind. “Tell them there might be an attack in Times Square. They need to evacuate people, now.”

“Already done,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded instantly. “The message has been sent.”

Peter’s relief was fleeting—he knew the PSA would help, but it didn’t ease the overwhelming sense of dread that gripped him. Blackout’s voice haunted him, the cold certainty of his words replaying over and over in his mind. You have until 7 p.m. or the girl dies.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Peter said quickly, urgency sharpening his tone. “See if you can access the city’s cameras. I need eyes on Times Square and its surrounding area. If you can find her—if she’s anywhere nearby—I need to know.”

There was a brief pause before F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke again. “Scanning now. Accessing traffic and building surveillance. Stand by.”

Peter swung higher, his speed increasing as he pushed himself harder, his focus unyielding. Every streetlight, every rooftop blurred past him, the city transforming into a chaotic canvas of shadows and light. His muscles burned, his heart thundered in his ears, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was finding [Name] before it was too late.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said finally, breaking the tension. “I’ve identified a match to her description. She’s located on one of the roofs near Times Square.”

Peter’s breath caught, his heart lurching as he processed the information. Relief surged through him, tempered by the lingering dread of what he might find. “Got it,” he said quickly. “Keep me updated. I’m heading there now.”

The urgency in his movements intensified, his swinging becoming almost reckless as he raced toward her location. The towering buildings of Times Square loomed closer, their neon lights casting harsh glows across the city. The air felt heavier now, charged with the gravity of what was about to unfold.

Peter’s mind was a storm, his thoughts tangled between hope and fear. Please hold on. Please be okay. He pushed himself harder, desperate to reach her before the clock struck seven—and before Blackout’s plan reached its devastating finale.

The skyline blurred as Peter swung forward with relentless urgency, his body taut with determination. He spotted her—blindfolded and bound—on the rooftop, her figure illuminated faintly by the neon glow spilling over from Times Square. His heart clenched as he heard her voice trembling, repeating over and over like a plea for escape.

“Who’s there?” she called out, desperation ringing in her tone. “Please, please stop this.”

Peter felt the knot of fear in his chest tighten further as he soared toward her, releasing his web in a perfectly timed slingshot that propelled him over the edge of the building. His feet landed softly against the rooftop, and he crouched low, swallowing hard as he rushed toward her. “You’re safe,” he said quickly, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

She turned her head instinctively toward the sound of his voice, but her blindfold prevented her from seeing him. Her breaths were uneven, ragged, and her hands trembled slightly as he worked on unbinding her. Peter’s fingers moved swiftly, his fear driving him forward as he tugged at the knots, freeing her wrists and ankles. Finally, he reached for the blindfold, pulling it gently away from her eyes.

Her wide, bewildered gaze met his mask, and she gasped audibly. “Spider-Man?” she said, her voice breaking with disbelief. Panic flashed across her face, her expression crumpling as dread overtook her. “No, no, this is bad—you need to leave!”

Peter froze, his brows furrowing under the mask. Her reaction was far from the relief he’d expected, and confusion gnawed at the edges of his mind. “What? No, you’re safe—I’ve got you,” he reassured her, his tone softening as he tried to calm her.

Her voice cracked as she sobbed, her body trembling. “He wanted you to come,” she whispered, her words heavy with despair.

Peter’s chest tightened, the weight of her statement sinking in. He wanted me to come? His gut churned, but he kept his focus on her, freeing the last knot that bound her ankle. When she was finally free, he pulled her into a fierce, protective hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her as if he could shield her from the world. She stiffened slightly in surprise, but didn’t pull away, her breath shaky as she clung to him.

The moment felt fragile, hopeful even, until Peter’s spider-sense flared violently. His breath hitched, every hair on the back of his neck standing on edge. Danger. The warning screamed through his mind, sending adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Peter,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice cut through the tension, quieter than usual. “You need to move. Something’s wrong.”

Before Peter could react, a voice rang out, smooth and laced with mockery. “Touching. So very touching.”

Peter spun around instinctively, his body lowering into a defensive stance as his eyes darted across the rooftop. But no one was there. He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. “Stop hiding like a coward!” he shouted, his voice echoing across the rooftop.

A few feet away, a faint shimmer rippled through the air, like heat waves dancing off a surface. Then, the cloaking device deactivated, revealing Blackout standing tall and composed, his armour gleaming under the faint light. Peter’s eyes widened beneath the mask, his breath catching as shock gripped him. How?

Blackout’s smirk widened as he spoke, his tone dripping with confidence. “I’ve never hidden, Spider-Man. I’ve been watching you. From the very beginning.”

Peter’s mind reeled, flashes of every encounter with Blackout racing through his thoughts. He remembered the moments when Blackout disappeared, seeming to vanish into thin air—the battles where his movements were impossible to track. He’s always been there. The realization hit like a punch to the gut, the weight of Blackout’s words settling heavily in his chest.

Blackout stepped forward, his presence commanding and predatory. “You’ve danced right into my game,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “And now, it’s time for the show to begin.”

Peter clenched the destabilizer tightly in his hand, his muscles coiled with resolve as he stared Blackout down. His voice was steady but brimming with defiance as he said, “Not a chance.”

With precision, he raised the device, his finger hovering over the activation button. This was it—he’d spent countless hours perfecting this, fighting through every failure to ensure he’d be ready for this exact moment. His pulse raced as he prepared to shut down Blackout’s quantum energy core and finally turn the tide.

But before he could press the button, the power in the surrounding area cut out abruptly. The streetlights flickered and died, plunging the rooftop and the city below into darkness. Peter’s head snapped up, his heart skipping a beat as his spider-sense prickled faintly. Then, the explosion hit.

The neighbouring building erupted into flames, the blast sending heat and smoke surging into the air. The force of it shook the ground beneath them, and Peter instinctively moved to shield [Name] as she screamed, the deafening roar of the explosion swallowing her voice. The flames licked at the sky, a fiery inferno that cast flickering shadows across their rooftop. Peter’s body froze momentarily as he turned to her, his voice frantic but steady. “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

She clung to him, her body trembling as he tried to console her, his instincts fighting against the shock of the destruction around them. But that momentary pause was all it took for Blackout to strike. Peter barely had time to react before he felt the energy pulse slam into him like a freight train. The force threw him backward, his body skidding across the rooftop as the destabilizer was ripped from his grasp. He grunted as the impact drove the air from his lungs, his vision blurring for a split second.

“Peter!” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos. “Watch out! Be careful—this area is highly unstable. You need to prioritize keeping [Name] safe.”

Peter groaned as he pushed himself to his knees, his breath uneven as he scrambled to find the destabilizer. His eyes darted frantically across the rooftop, searching for the small device now lost among the debris. His heart pounded as he spotted it a few feet away, partially obscured by twisted metal. I need to get it—I need to take him out, he thought desperately. But his focus was split, the weight of keeping [Name] safe pressing just as heavily on his shoulders as the need to defeat Blackout.

Standing tall on the edge of the rooftop, Blackout was calm and composed, his armour glinting faintly in the glow of the fire. He tilted his head as he watched Peter struggle, his smirk widening with a cruel satisfaction. The flames danced behind him, casting his figure in sharp relief against the chaos.

Peter staggered to his feet, his stance low and defensive, his eyes darting between [Name], the destabilizer, and the villain in front of him. His breath came quickly, adrenaline surging through his veins. “Stay close,” he muttered to her, his voice tight but resolute. “I’ll keep you safe.”

But the odds were stacked against him, and the weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders. He could feel it—the balance of the fight teetering precariously, and every decision he made could tip the scales for better or worse.

Blackout shifted, his movements sudden and predatory as he surged toward Peter and [Name]. Peter reacted instantly, stepping in front of her and raising his arms defensively. “Stay behind me,” he instructed sharply, his voice firm but tinged with urgency. His eyes tracked Blackout’s every move, noting the subtle shifts in his posture, the gleam of his energy-charged gauntlets. Peter’s spider-sense buzzed relentlessly, warning him of the danger at every turn.

As Blackout closed the distance, Peter shot out a web, aiming for his opponent’s legs to slow him down. The web snapped against Blackout’s armor but fizzled out almost immediately, the energy field surrounding him rendering it useless. Peter cursed under his breath, frustration flashing across his face. Webs are out—it’s gotta be fists until I can shut down the core.

Blackout wasted no time, launching an energy-powered strike directly at Peter. Peter dodged, twisting his body to avoid the blow while countering with a sharp kick aimed at Blackout’s side. His foot connected, but the impact seemed to do little to faze the villain. Blackout spun, using the momentum to swing another pulse toward Peter, forcing him to backflip out of the way.

Peter’s movements were fast, fluid—each dodge, leap, and strike calculated with precision. But the fight was brutal, relentless, Blackout’s raw power proving overwhelming as Peter struggled to land meaningful hits. Every time Peter managed to get close to the destabilizer, Blackout knocked it away with an energy burst or a swift kick, sending the device skidding across the rooftop yet again.

The second explosion shook the air, this time from a building even closer than the first. The blast sent heat and debris surging toward them, the fiery glow bathing the rooftop in flickering orange light. [Name] screamed, her voice breaking as the flames roared to life. Peter glanced back briefly, his heart clenching at the sight of her panic. “You’re okay! You’re safe!” he shouted over the chaos, even as his focus stayed locked on Blackout.

Peter lunged forward, throwing a rapid series of punches at Blackout’s chest and head. His fists moved with lightning speed, each strike carrying his desperation to end this fight. Blackout countered with brutal force, his gauntlets crackling with energy as he blocked Peter’s blows and retaliated with his own. The impact sent shockwaves through Peter’s suit, his arms aching with every strike absorbed.

The fight reached a fever pitch, the two of them locked in a vicious exchange of punches and kicks. The rooftop was a blur of movement, the air charged with energy and tension. Peter’s jaw tightened as he ducked under a wide swing from Blackout, using the opening to land a solid punch to his gut. Blackout staggered back slightly but recovered quickly, his energy surging brighter.

Peter’s focus was razor-sharp—until [Name] made her move. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, rushing forward with a piece of plywood in her hands. Her expression was fierce, her movements reckless as she swung it hard toward Blackout’s back.

“No!” Peter shouted, his voice cracking as he tried to intercept her. But he was too late. Blackout turned sharply, his armour glinting in the firelight as he caught sight of her attack. Without hesitation, he swung his arm wide, the force of the blow sending [Name] flying backward. She hit the ground hard, her cry of pain cutting through the chaos.

Peter’s heart dropped, panic surging through him as he darted toward her. “No, no, no!” he shouted, his voice raw with fear. He crouched beside her, his hands trembling as he checked her over. She was conscious but visibly shaken, her breaths shallow and uneven. His fists clenched tightly as he turned back toward Blackout, rage burning in his chest. This ends now.

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The force of Blackout’s strike had sent her sprawling onto the rooftop, her palms scraping against the rough surface as she struggled to push herself upright. Pain radiated through her body, but she gritted her teeth, forcing her trembling legs to steady beneath her. She wiped at her face, her breath shaky, the heat from the nearby flames casting an ominous glow around her.

“I’m fine,” she managed, her voice strained but determined. She looked up to see Spider-Man darting toward her, his concern palpable even beneath the mask. “Concentrate on the fight,” she added quickly, waving him off. “I won’t interfere. Just… focus.”

He nodded sharply, his movements swift as he turned back to Blackout. She stayed back, her heart pounding in her chest as the battle resumed. Another building erupted in flames, the blast shaking the air and sending a shockwave across the rooftop. The inferno spread quickly, its heat searing even from a distance. Three buildings engulfed now—the destruction surrounding them felt suffocating.

Spider-Man and Blackout clashed fiercely, their movements a blur as they exchanged blows. Blackout’s energy pulses streaked through the air, crackling like lightning and forcing Spider-Man into a relentless pattern of dodging and weaving. Peter was fast, his agility unmatched, but Blackout’s attacks were brutal, each bomb he hurled creating chaos that made it nearly impossible for Spider-Man to gain an advantage.

Some of the billboards on nearby buildings groaned ominously, their supports buckling from the heat and vibrations. Pieces of metal and debris rained down around them, adding to the chaos. [Name] flinched as a shard of glass skidded past her, her heart sinking as she watched Spider-Man narrowly avoid a falling panel. There’s no hope, she thought, fear clawing at her chest. He can’t beat him.

But then her gaze shifted, landing on the small, sleek destabilizer lying several feet away among the rubble. The device gleamed faintly, its promise of power cutting through the madness. Her stomach twisted as realization dawned. He’s tried to get to it so many times. The thought burned in her mind, clarity setting in like ice water down her spine. This is the key. This is how he wins.

She glanced toward the fight just as Blackout landed a powerful hit that sent Spider-Man skidding backward, his movements slower now, his strength visibly waning. Her gut churned as she watched the villain step forward, his energy surging brighter with every moment. Her decision was made.

Without hesitating, [Name] bolted toward the destabilizer, adrenaline surging through her veins. The world around her was chaos—flames roaring, debris falling, explosions tearing through the air—but she didn’t stop. Her mind was laser-focused on the device, its importance overriding every warning screaming in her head. I have to get it. It’s the only way.

She stumbled as one of Blackout’s bombs detonated close to her, the force throwing her forward onto her knees. Her palms scraped against the rooftop again, and she gasped, the wind knocked out of her. For a brief moment, panic overtook her, but she clenched her jaw and forced herself to move. The device was so close now, just a few yards away. She could do this.

The flames roared louder as she pushed herself upright, her legs shaky but resolute. Pieces of debris fell around her, each sound sharper and more threatening, but she pressed on, each step bringing her closer to the key that could turn the tide. Her chest burned with exertion, her pulse hammering in her ears, but she refused to stop.

Blackout’s voice rang out somewhere behind her, mocking and cruel, but she didn’t dare look back. Spider-Man was still fighting, his movements desperate as he tried to hold his ground. Hold on, she thought, her gaze fixed on the destabilizer as she reached for it. I’ve got this.

Her fingers closed around the device, its cool surface grounding her in the chaos. For a fleeting moment, a surge of triumph coursed through her veins. She had it. She had it. Relief and exhilaration washed over her, an almost giddy sense of victory breaking through the fear. “Ah-ha!” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. This is it. This is how we win.

But the moment shattered as a voice cut through the air, sharp and desperate. “No! [Name], move!”

Her head snapped up, her heart lurching as she turned to see Blackout propelling toward her on his hoverboard. The world seemed to slow, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes locked onto the serrated knives springing from a hidden compartment at the front of the board. The blades gleamed menacingly, their edges jagged and cruel, and she knew—she wasn’t going to make it.

Time felt like it stretched, each second dragging as she stood frozen, the inevitability of her fate sinking in. Her grip on the destabilizer tightened, her mind racing but her body refusing to move. This is it, she thought, a strange calm settling over her. This is how it ends.

She blinked, her vision blurring slightly as the chaos around her faded into the background. But then, something shifted. A web shot past her, landing just in front of her feet, and she felt hands on her hips—a firm, deliberate push that sent her spinning out of the way. The world tilted as she stumbled, her gasp catching in her throat. She turned, her heart pounding, and what she saw made her blood run cold.

Spider-Man stood where she had been, his body rigid as the hoverboard barrelled toward him. The serrated knives tore through his back, slicing cleanly and emerging from his stomach with sickening precision. The force of the impact drove him a step forward, his body jerking violently as a strangled sound escaped his lips. The sight was horrifying, the vivid red of his blood stark against the dark fabric of his suit, pooling and spreading with every agonizing second.

“No,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. “No, no, no…”

Her knees buckled, her body trembling as she watched his body slightly suspended in the air as the serrated knives held him in place. Blood dripped steadily from the wounds, staining the rooftop beneath him, and his head tilted forward as a strangled sound escaped his lips again. Her tears spilled over, her chest tightening with every agonizing second as she struggled to comprehend the horror unfolding before her.

Blackout’s laugh cut through the air, deep and guttural, a sound that sent chills down her spine. He stepped forward, placing a foot between Spider-Man’s shoulders with a cruel deliberation. “Spider-man!” she cried out, her voice raw and desperate, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything but watch as Blackout reached for the mask.

With a sharp, merciless tug, the mask tore away, revealing the face beneath. Peter. Her Peter. The sight hit her like a physical blow, her breath catching in a strangled gasp as her mind reeled. It all made sense now—the late nights, the evasive answers, the way he always seemed to disappear when Spider-Man showed up. The realization crashed over her like a tidal wave, suffocating and relentless.

“Peter,” she whispered, her voice trembling, before it broke into a raw, anguished scream. “No! No, no, no!” Her knees buckled, her body shaking as tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t process the horror unfolding before her. Blackout’s laugh rang out, deep and guttural, a sound that seemed to mock her pain, revelling in her devastation.

Peter’s body crumpled to the ground as Blackout kicked him off the blades, the sickening sound of his impact echoing in her ears. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and stark against the rooftop, spreading like a cruel reminder of his sacrifice. The mask dangled from Blackout’s hand, a trophy of his triumph, as he turned his gaze toward her.

The world around her blurred, the flames and chaos fading into the background as she crawled toward Peter, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the weight of the moment crushing her. “Peter,” she sobbed, her voice breaking as she reached him. “No, no, please, no…”

She pressed her hands against the wound in his stomach, desperate to stop the bleeding, but the blood seeped through her fingers, warm and unrelenting. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling as her tears fell in torrents, blinding her. “Please, Peter, stay with me. You’re going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Peter’s face was pale, his features twisted in pain, but his eyes—those familiar, kind eyes—flickered weakly as he looked at her. She could barely make him out through the haze of her tears, but she clung to every fleeting moment of connection, every sign that he was still there. Her sobs wracked her body, her hands pressing harder against the wound as if sheer force could keep him alive.

Blackout spun in circles on his hoverboard, his laughter echoing across the rooftop like a cruel symphony. The flames from the nearby buildings cast flickering shadows over his armour, making him look even more monstrous as he revelled in his victory. “Spider-Man is dead!” he shouted gleefully, his voice booming. “Finally! He’s finally fucking dead!”

[Name] sobbed over Peter’s crumpled form, her hands trembling as she pressed against the wound in his stomach, desperate to stop the bleeding. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the rooftop, and her tears fell in torrents, blurring her vision. She could barely see him through the haze of her grief, but she refused to let go. “Peter,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Tell me what to do. Please, tell me how to help you.”

Her hands shook violently, smearing blood across his cheek as she moved one hand to his face. The sight of him—pale, weak, and struggling to breathe—made her chest ache with unbearable pain. She felt his shallow breath against her palm, each inhale a struggle, and her heart shattered further. “Push the button,” Peter whispered, his voice barely audible, each word a breathless plea. “It’s the only way.”

His hand trembled as he struggled to lift it, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The gesture was weak but deliberate, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped down her face. She froze, her breath hitching as she held his hand against her cheek, her tears falling faster. A hiccup of a cry escaped her, raw and broken. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she nodded. “Okay.”

Blackout’s laughter grew louder, more sinister, as he watched the scene unfold. “Touching,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “But it doesn’t matter. Spider-Man is dead! He’s finally fucking dead!”

[Name]’s face scrunched up in anger, her grief twisting into fury as she turned her gaze toward the destabilizer. Her fingers tightened around the device, her knuckles white as she gripped it with all her strength. She could feel the weight of Peter’s words, the urgency in his plea, and she knew—this was their only chance.

With a sharp inhale, she pressed the button.

The destabilizer hummed to life, sending out a massive pulse that rippled across the rooftop. The energy surged outward, a wave of power that deactivated the quantum core embedded in Blackout’s armour. The glow surrounding him flickered violently before extinguishing entirely, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Blackout turned sharply, his hoverboard faltering as he stumbled forward. His eyes locked onto her, wide with rage and disbelief. “What did you do?” he snarled, his voice rising. “You stupid bitch! What did you do?!”

[Name] didn’t flinch, her body trembling but her resolve unyielding as she stared him down. The pulse had changed everything, and she clung to the hope that it would be enough to turn the tide.

Peter’s voice was barely a whisper, each word strained and breathless. “Run,” he begged, his eyes flickering weakly as he looked at her. “[Name]… run.”

Her heart shattered at his plea, her tears falling faster as she shook her head. “I’m not leaving you,” she said firmly, her voice trembling but resolute. She clung to him, her hands still pressing against his wound, desperate to keep him with her. “I won’t leave you.”

Before she could say more, Blackout moved. His figure loomed closer, his armour glinting ominously in the firelight as he rushed toward them. [Name] barely had time to react before she felt his hand grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her away from Peter with brutal force. She cried out, her hands clawing at his grip as she struggled against him. “Let me go!” she screamed, her voice raw with fury and fear. “Let me fucking go!”

Blackout didn’t respond, his grip unyielding as he dragged her across the rooftop. Her feet kicked out wildly, her body twisting as she tried to break free, but it was useless. Even without the quantum core powering his armor, the metal suit gave him strength far beyond hers. She was helpless against him, her screams echoing across the rooftop as he pulled her closer to the edge.

“You’re pathetic,” Blackout sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “All this fighting, all this struggling—for what? You think you can stop me? You think you can save him?”

“I’ll stop you,” she spat, her voice trembling but fierce. “I’ll stop you if it’s the last thing I do.”

Blackout laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “You? Stop me? You’re nothing. Just another pawn in the game. And now, you’re going to watch as I finish what I started.”

Her heart pounded as she glanced back toward Peter, his crumpled form still lying on the rooftop, blood pooling beneath him. The sight made her chest ache, her fear twisting into desperation as she struggled harder against Blackout’s grip. “You won’t win,” she said, her voice breaking. “You won’t.”

Blackout’s smirk widened as he dragged her closer to the edge, the flames from the nearby buildings casting eerie shadows across his armour. “I already have,” he said coldly. “Spider-Man is dead. And soon, you’ll wish you were too.”

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The world around Peter was fading, the edges of his vision darkening as spots danced before his eyes. Every breath was a struggle, shallow and uneven, his chest heaving as he fought to stay conscious. The pain in his stomach was unbearable, radiating through his entire body, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. He could hear [Name] crying, her sobs cutting through the ringing in his ears, and he hated himself for being the cause of it. This is my fault, he thought bitterly, his guilt weighing heavier than the blood pooling beneath him.

“Run,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, each word a battle to get out. “[Name]… run.” He knew she wouldn’t listen, knew she wouldn’t leave him, but he had to try. He had to protect her, even if it meant sacrificing himself. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking, but she shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’m not leaving you,” she said firmly, her voice trembling but resolute

Blackout moved suddenly, his figure looming closer as he grabbed [Name] by the hair, yanking her away from Peter with brutal force. Peter’s heart dropped, panic surging through him as he watched her struggle against the villain’s grip. “No,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he tried to push himself up. “No, no, [Name]…”

Peter’s strength was waning, his limbs heavy and unresponsive as he tried to move. He could barely lift his head, his body refusing to cooperate, but he forced himself to act. He shot a web at the wound in his stomach, the sticky fibres pressing against the gaping hole as he tried to stem the bleeding. The effort left him gasping, his vision blurring further, but he wasn’t done. He couldn’t be done.

His voice was too weak, drowned out by the chaos around them. His ears rang, the sound of flames and explosions blending into a deafening roar, but his focus remained on her. He gritted his teeth, his muscles screaming in protest as he rolled onto his stomach. The movement sent a fresh wave of pain through him, but he ignored it, his determination driving him forward.

With one arm, he began to drag himself across the rooftop, his fingers clawing at the rough surface as he fought to get closer to her. Every inch felt like a mile, his body heavy and uncooperative, but he refused to stop. “Stop,” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “Don’t… [Name]…”

His vision darkened further, the spots growing larger as his strength ebbed away. His ears rang louder, drowning out everything but the sound of her voice as she fought against Blackout. He could see her kicking and screaming, her hands clawing at his armour as she tried to break free, and it tore at him. He had to reach her. He had to save her. But his body was failing him, his movements slowing as the darkness threatened to consume him.

His spider-sense prickled faintly—weak, almost non-existent—as his gaze locked onto them. Blackout loomed over her, his armoured figure a menacing silhouette against the inferno blazing around them. And then, time seemed to freeze. Peter’s heart twisted in his chest as he watched Blackout shove her violently toward the edge of the rooftop. Her scream cut through the chaos like a knife, sharp and final, as her figure tipped backward.

“No,” Peter whispered, the sound barely leaving his lips before it broke into a strangled cry. “No! [Name]!” His hand reached out desperately, fingers clawing at the ground as if he could somehow will himself to close the distance. But his body betrayed him, every muscle seizing as the weight of his injuries dragged him down.

The world tilted, the edges of his vision closing in as darkness crept over him. The guilt was suffocating, more painful than the wound in his stomach, more crushing than the blood pooling beneath him. He had failed her—failed to save her, failed to protect her. The realization hit him like a blow, each thought stabbing deeper into his chest as the darkness swallowed him whole. And then there was nothing.

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The force of Blackout’s shove sent [Name] tipping backward, her arms flailing as she teetered on the edge of the rooftop. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as the world seemed to tilt beneath her. The flames from the nearby buildings cast an eerie glow, illuminating the chaos around her as she fell. But she wasn’t going down alone.

“I’m taking you with me, bastard!” she screamed, her voice raw and defiant as she reached out. Her fingers clawed at Blackout’s armour, gripping tightly as she dragged him over the edge with her. His hoverboard faltered, the weight of his metal suit pulling him downward at a faster rate than her. He cursed loudly, his voice venomous as he hurled insults at her, calling her every name under the sun. But she didn’t care. She didn’t even hear him. Her mind was consumed by the overwhelming reality of what was happening.

The fall felt like it stretched into eternity, each second dragging as the ground rushed up to meet them. The wind whipped past her face, her hair flying wildly as she plummeted. Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely down her cheeks as she thought of Peter—his bloodied form, his whispered pleas for her to run, his sacrifice. The guilt was suffocating, the weight of it pressing heavily on her chest as she fell. This is how it ends, she thought, her heart breaking. This is how it all ends.

She closed her eyes, the tears still streaming as she braced herself for the impact. But then, something shifted. A faint glint caught her attention, and she opened her eyes just enough to see the small marble tumbling out of the coat pocket she was wearing. The sight was jarring, almost surreal, as the tiny object spun in the air beside her. The marble, she realized, her mind flashing back to the moment she had found it in her apartment and tucked it away without a second thought.

Her gut screamed at her, the instinct so strong it was almost physical. Press the button. Her hand shot out, trembling as she reached for the marble. Her fingers closed around it, and without hesitation, she pressed the small button embedded in its surface.

The effect was instantaneous. The marble exploded, releasing a torrent of web fluid that sprang out in every direction. The sticky strands latched onto the surrounding buildings, creating a complex network of connections that stretched across the gap between them. The webbing caught her coat, her foot, and even Blackout, entangling him in a snare that he couldn’t break free from. His curses turned to shouts of rage as the web tightened around him, immobilizing him completely.

The sudden pull of the webbing sent [Name] swinging uncontrollably, the sticky strands jerking her away from the deadly fall she had braced herself for. She twisted mid-air, the momentum throwing her toward the jagged frame of a shattered window. She slammed into it with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs, her body tumbling through broken glass and debris. Pain shot through her as she landed hard on the floor inside, shards cutting into her skin and fabric as she rolled over the gritty surface.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, every inhale stuttering with effort as she lay still for a moment, struggling to regain control. Her hands scraped against the rough flooring, her fingers trembling as she fought to push herself up. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, radiating from every inch of her body, but her desperation kept her moving. She had survived—but the thought felt hollow. The weight pressing on her chest wasn’t just from the impact; it was from the knowledge of what Peter had done, and what he might have lost.

Forcing herself to sit up, she turned her head slowly and looked through the shattered window at the chaos outside. Several floors above her, Blackout dangled from the webbing, his armour gleaming faintly in the glow of flames and destruction. He thrashed against the sticky strands, his rage spilling out in a stream of curses and shouted threats. The webbing held strong, refusing to give him the freedom he craved, and the sight of him ensnared should have felt victorious. But it didn’t. It only served as a reminder of everything it had taken to get there.

Tears stung her eyes as she collapsed onto her side, her body trembling from the effort it had taken to survive. Her chest heaved as she tried to process what had just happened. The marble—the web bomb—had saved her, had shifted the balance. But the victory meant nothing if Peter didn’t survive. The image of him on the rooftop, bleeding and broken, filled her mind, and her throat tightened as her tears spilled over. “Peter…” she whispered, her voice cracking, a raw cry escaping her lips. The agony in her voice echoed faintly in the empty space around her, unrelenting and real.

Every step was agony. Her body screamed in protest as she forced herself to move, her legs trembling beneath her weight. Blood trickled from cuts on her arms and legs, the jagged shards of glass embedded in her skin sending sharp jolts of pain with every movement. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her chest heaving as she limped toward the stairwell, her mind consumed by one singular thought: Peter.

The climb was torturous. Each step felt like a mountain, her body threatening to give out with every shaky movement. Her hand clutched the railing, her knuckles white as she used it to pull herself upward. Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely down her cheeks as she fought against the overwhelming grief clawing at her chest. The image of him—broken, bleeding, and barely alive—was burned into her mind, fueling her desperation. I have to get to him. I have to.

Her knees buckled as she reached the final flight of stairs, her body collapsing against the wall for support. She bit back a sob, her teeth sinking into her lip as she forced herself to keep going. The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. Every step was a battle, every movement a testament to her determination. She couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when he needed her.

When she finally reached the rooftop, the sight before her made her heart shatter. Peter lay on his stomach, his body motionless, a trail of blood marking the path he had dragged himself in a desperate attempt to save her. The crimson streak glistened in the firelight, a haunting reminder of his sacrifice. Her breath hitched, her chest tightening as a sob tore from her throat. “Peter!” she screamed, her voice raw and trembling as she stumbled toward him.

She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands trembling as she rolled him over onto his back. His head fell limply against her knees, his face pale and bloodied, his chest frighteningly still. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else as she stared down at him, her tears falling onto his cheeks. “No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice breaking as panic set in. “Peter, breathe. Please, breathe.”

Her hands shook so violently that she couldn’t tell if he had a pulse. She pressed her fingers to his neck, her touch unsteady, but the overwhelming fear clouded her senses. “Come on,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his as her tears continued to fall. Her body trembled with sobs, her grief spilling out in broken whispers. “Peter, please,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t leave me. Don’t do this. Come back to me. Please, come back.”

Her tears dripped onto his face, mingling with the blood on his cheeks as she cradled him closer. Her fingers brushed against his hair, her touch gentle despite the desperation coursing through her. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Peter, don’t go. Please, come back. Come back to me.”

Her sobs quieted, her voice reduced to a broken whisper as she uttered the final word. “Please.”

And then, silence.

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DUN DUN DUN Cliffhanger.............. Please don't kill me 🤣 No Peters were harmed in the making of this part. I had the chapter planned weeks ago, and trying to build up to it was hard, we're nearly at the end folk! thank you gain for everyone who's taken the time to read my work much love ❤️❤️

tagged: @never-stop-dreaming30

[vaguely-concerned]

bunter keeping peter from being swallowed up by an evil bog with the kind of hysterical strength otherwise only known by mothers deadlifting cars to save their tender babes is something that can actually be so personal

[rev-glut]

We were robbed of many things when Andrew Garfield was no longer Spider-Man.

[athenxt]

bro im not the only one????

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

[jasminebythebay]

what could have been

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i was making myself sad by watching a clip of peter parker dying when the implications of insomniac peter parker being in atsv hit me. insomniac's Spiderman is one of the few times Peter actually lives to see Miles becomes Spiderman, so you can imagine how seeing a version of himself actually get a chance to know the peter parker of his world might shake up some Feelings™ (read: guilt, jealousy, awe)

don't get me wrong, Miles has clearly stepped into his role as Spiderman fantastically and loves having Peter B Parker as a mentor, but i wouldn't be surprised if he was a little jealous of insomniac miles getting peter's constant presence and support instead of just a week's worth

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 3- Feral! Miguel x reader

       Was it weird to want to have sex with a version of Spiderman while you were a Spider-woman? The thought had popped itself several times as you stared at Miguel O'Hara. The leader of the Spider Society; the Spiderman of the future; and the man of your dreams. It was no lie that Miguel was good looking. He was no Peter Parker. Hell, he barely even seemed human at times. His fangs, his strength, his everything was just so...amazing.

        You on the other hand were just another Spider here. You had been working at the Spider Society for almost a year now. From time to time you have bumped into Miguel, but were given the cold shoulder. It was sad, but you had to admire the man from a distance. It seemed like no matter how close to tried to get to him, Miguel would push you away. What were you to do?

        A soft sigh escaped you lips as you sat upside down in the cafeteria. Not many people were at the Spider Society today. Apparently, it was the anniversary for Uncle Ben's death. Only a few Spiders were keeping themselves preoccupied while others went to console their Aunt May. You had your own story. Your own lost ones. You were not a Peter Parker variant of any kind. You were different and special, but apparently not special enough for Miguel to even pay you mind.

"Ugh, what do I have to do?" You whined softly before remembering something, "Ah, since almost everyone is out, maybe he needs help!"

        That lightbulb that appeared above your head was a blessing. You decided to grab an extra empanada from the cafeteria and made you way over to Miguel's large office. Hopefully he would be in a mood to talk today. You were even bringing him a peace offering!

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        Miguel hovered above his desk, trying to catch his breathe. He was rutting bad. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Miguel tried to ease his pain by masturbating's, but it was of little help. He needed to be in someone. In you. A soft growl escaped his lips as he tried to picture you under him. How could he ever get close to you when all you ever did was smell so sweet. Miguel had to hold himself back from ravishing you every time you got near him.

        He wanted to fuck your brains out and plant a baby in you. Stroking his dick faster, Miguel tried to imagine your cries of pleasure. Your desperate moans for him to fill you. How dirty these thoughts were when he barely said a full sentence to you most days. The scent of your arousals every time he spoke to you was so tempting. 

"Hello? Miguel?" 

        Miguel halted immediately as something new drifted in the air. He sniffed towards your direction, eyes widening. Now was a horrible time for you to show up. You were ovulating and Miguel could smell it. 

"Is this a bad time?" The drop of your voice was cute.

"Mierda. (Fuck)" Miguel hissed before swinging before you, "You shouldn't have come here," He groaned, his large hands on your shoulders. Your heart skipped a beat,

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you needed help," You admitted.

        You ignored the twisting feeling of your gut. Your spider senses were tingling, but you had an idea as to why. That look Miguel was giving you was making you wet. His hands moved up to your neck, tossing aside the container in your hand. Oh. You knew where this was going.

"I do need help," His voice was low and needy, "Te voy a follar tanto que no querrás volver a tu mundo. (I'm going to fuck you so much that you won't want to go back to your world.)"

        You inhaled deeply as your body turned to jelly. You understood that. Ohhhhhh, you understood that. Miguel inhaled deeply once more before crash his lips against yours. You did not have time to do anything before his talons ripped your suit. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, causing you to lose air. Miguel was making you dizzy from just his kisses.

        Miguel grabbed your hands as you tried to push his chest. You needed air. He webbed your hands to your back before ripping your panties off. Finally, you gasped. Miguel let you catch your breath as he grinded his hard erection against your cunt. Your heart rate had picked up as you listened to him groan and moan. This man whom you admired and dreamed of fucking, was making such sexy noises. To be fair, moans were coming out of your mouth from the friction he was giving you.

"Ya estás tan mojado para mí. Voy a llenarte. llenarte con mi semilla. (You're so wet for me already. I'm going to fill you up. Fill you up with my seed.)" He panted softly.

        You tried to get a word in, but Miguel had shoved his cock inside your folds. A loud gut wrenching moan escaped your lips as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. He was so large. This was so sudden. Once more, you tried to say something, but Miguel pulled back and slammed himself inside you once more. Then again and again. His cock was bullying your pussy and you were loving every minute of it. He was making you wetter by the second.

        The gushing sounds your pussy made whenever he slammed his hips into yours were delicious. Miguel took your breast in his mouth, finally enjoying those moans he so desperately wanted to hear. Your tight walls sucking him more and more. Each orgasm he gave you, leaving him to want more. He was not going to stop. He needed to feel more.

"Di mi nombre. (Say my name.)" He demanded.

"Miguel! M-Miguel~" You repeated as he hit just the right spot.

        Miguel gripped your waist harshly, his talons threatening to pierce your skin. He brought his fangs to your neck, giving you a small bite. Yes, it would paralyze you, but that was what he wanted. Watching as your body arched for another orgasm, Miguel licked his lips. Your walls gushed around his cock, sucking him in for more. Complying, Miguel groaned as he filled you with his cum. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he watched you pant for air.

        He laid you on your stomach, entering your throbbing hole once more. Your soft cries were music to his ears. You were begging him to give you a chance to relax, but why would he? Miguel was in heat and he finally got his cure. Pounding you harder than before, Miguel moaned softly as he felt himself twitch inside you. This was what he needed. What he wanted. To fill your womb with his seed. To impregnate you with his child.

"Ah~ Miguel~" You cried out. Miguel brought his fangs to your shoulder,

"No voy a parar pronto. No con lo bueno que estás siendo con mi polla. Tu dulce coño chupándome para obtener más semen. (I'm not stopping anytime soon. Not with how good you're being to my cock. Your sweet pussy sucking me for more of my cum.)" He whispered in your ear. You body shivered in delight,

"T-That's n-"

"I could smell how soaked your panties were every time you spoke to me. Do you know how hard it was to not fuck you each time?" Miguel threaten with a growl, shoving his cock deeper inside to fill you once more.

"Y-You could smell me?!" You squeaked in embarrassment.

        Miguel changed positions once more, placing you on his lap. He freed your hands, allowing you to wrap them around his neck. Miguel noticed that your legs were starting to grow numb. He wasn't sure if it was from his rough sex or the venom from his fangs.

"Si, mi amor. (Yes, my love) And right now, you came to me in heat while ovulating." 

You're burned up once you registered what he said. Realizing that he was determined to get you pregnant, you begged him to wait. Miguel ignored your adorable cries as he thrusted his hips upward. Despite your complaints, you obedienly bounced on his cock. You couldn't help but want to fuck him more. He was too good to stop.

Miguel licked his lips as he took your breasts in his mouth again. You tasted so sweet. Next time he was going to have to taste every part of your body. He had wanted to do it nice and slow, but you came onto him with your scent. Either way, Miguel was enjoying your body melting under his mouth. He watched as he brought out another orgasm from you. Your body laying against his from exhaustion.

"I never said we were done." Miguel smirked.

He laid your back against his desk once more, earning more cries and moans from you. Your body was being overstimulated. Miguel watched as you bit your lower lip, shaking in pleasure from him cumming inside you again. It was cute how you begged him to stop, but made such lewd faces when he filled you.

You on the other hand were so cock drunk to even think anymore. The only thing you can think about anymore was the feeling of Miguel's cock stuffing you full. You could feel your womb full of his cum, yet it still wasn' enough for him. You were seeing stars at this point as he kept bullying his cock into you.

"Hah, perfect fit. Your pussy was made for my cock," Miguel panted heavily, riding out another high. He brought you in for sloppy kiss, "Fuck, I can't wait to finally take you home. Fuck you everyday...hah, finally getting to taste you."

Miguel kept blabbering as he kept fucking you. He was enjoying this after months of denial. You were finally his and his alone.

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A soft groan escaped your lips as you finally started to come to. Your eyes fluttered opened. It took you a minute to adjust, but once you did, you noticed that you were in a bedroom. It wasn't yours. You attempted to get up, but your body was weak and sore.

"Morning, mi amor." Miguel said as he entered the room with a wet rag. You cooed softly as he placed the rag against your forehead,

"So it wasn't a wet dream," You muffle. Miguel resisted a chuckle, stroking your cheek,

"No."

"How long was I out?"

"..." Miguel furrowed his brows, "Two days," He told you, earning a shocked look.

"Two-Miguel!" Words were caught on your throat. Miguel stole a kiss from you, stroking your cheek,

"I had a small window. I made sure not a single second was wasted during your time." His smirk only grew, "But when you recover, I'm going to properly taste you."

"M-Miguel!"

The stamina this man had was going to make you lose your mind, but you loved it. Trying to hide your embarassment, you covered your face in the blanket.

"F-Fine, but go easy on me." You muttered. Miguel was taken back for a moment before hovering over you the next second,

"Guess I can't wait afterall. Thanks for the meal,"

[mishaapocalypsse]

|| i'm sorry you were forgotten// things left behind ||

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Description: You weren't anyone's favorite in Spider Society. You weren't even sure anyone knew who you were. Everyone overlooked your universe; everyone except Peter B. Parker...or so you thought.

Warning's: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Su*c*de.

You have been warned.

Everything under the cut.

In the cold and desolate Spider Society, you were nothing more than a nameless anomaly, an insignificant cog in the grand machine. Everyone overlooked you, but there was one who didn't. Peter B. Parker, the grizzled veteran of the Spider-Verse, the wise and wizened father figure, the one man who you could always count on for a kind word and a friendly ear. But even he didn't know who you really were, he didn't see the pain and the suffering that you hide behind a mask of confidence and strength. He only saw what you wanted him to see.

No one knew.

Miguel, on the other hand, is a towering figure, a wall of muscle and sinew wrapped around a heart of steel. He's not the type of man to offer comfort or sympathy, he's more likely to shoot first and ask questions later. And yet, there's something about him that draws you in, a raw magnetism that you can't resist. You tell yourself that it's just curiosity, but the truth is, you want him. You want him to see you, to know you, to understand you.

But he never will, because you make sure of it. You hide your true feelings, you mask your doubts and fears behind a veneer of self-assurance and confidence. You tell yourself it's for the best, because there's no way you can be with him. The man is a force of nature, a hurricane of passion and emotion, and you're just a blip, a speck on the radar.

What could he possibly want with you?

Yet you can't help but want him, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel those strong arms around you, to hear his whispered words in your ear, to feel his touch against your skin. And so you wait and you wait, hoping against hope that one day he will see you for who you really are, for all that you can be.

But that will never happen. You were only…nothing. Not even the friends you made along the way at the Spider Society remembered you…you sat by yourself at the end of the hallway alone, tucked in a corner, your lunch resting on your lap.

You sigh and lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes. You're so tired of this, you just want it to end. You want them to see you, to know you, to understand you. You've tried so hard to fit in, to be a part of the group, but it's never enough. There's nothing you can do, no matter how hard you try. They just don't see you. You're alone.

You open your eyes, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the world crushing down upon you.

The sound of footsteps draws you from your thoughts, and you turn your head to see Peter B. Parker walking toward you. He gives you a warm smile, and your heart leaps in your chest.

"Hey kiddo," Peter says, taking a seat beside you. "How you doing?"

"I'm fine," you lie, forcing a smile onto your face. "Just enjoying my lunch."

"You sure?" Peter asks, studying you closely. "Because to me, it looks like you're feeling pretty down."

"It's nothing…" you answered , eyes flicking to the lunch not eaten in your lap.

"Oh, come on now," Peter chided. "I know exactly what you're feeling. I know that look. It's the look of someone who's been alone for a long time."

"I'm fine," you repeated, glancing away.

Peter sighed and put a hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know. And you're not alone."

You stiffen, not wanting to break down in front of him, not wanting to let him see how truly broken and alone you really were.

"Please," Peter said softly, "Just let it out. I won't judge you."

You stood up, a mixture of hate and sadness spreading across your face. You threw your tray into the garbage and walked in any direction but Peter's way.

You make it a few feet before Peter catches up to you, and catches your arm.

"Hey, hey, calm down," he says, holding you with firm but gentle hands. "Talk to me."

You shake your head, but Peter persists. He grips your arms tighter, forcing you to look at him.

"Tell me what's wrong," he says, his voice pleading. "I can't help you if you don't let me in."

You start to cry, and then the words come rushing out, in an unstoppable torrent of emotion and pain. You tell him everything, all the things that you've kept hidden for so long. You tell him about how lonely you are, how no one understands you, how no one ever sees you, how you just can't stand all the pain and the suffering.

You stop when you're out of air, gasping and sobbing, staring into Peter's eyes. He's still holding your arms, still looking at you, still listening.

"It's okay," he says, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm here. Let it out."

The two of you stand there for what feels like an eternity, and finally you pull away. You give him a final hug, and turn to leave.

"Thank you," you say, tears still rolling down your cheeks. "You're the first person I've spoken to in months."

Peter watches as you walk away, a look of sadness on his face. "You're welcome," he calls after you. "And I'll be here, if ever you need me."

A couple weeks go by since that incident, and with everything that went on then…its like everyone is split from each other. Your friends ended up not being you're friends, even worse, when you tried to talk to Miguel, he barely even knew who you were, and he had given you a mission not even two days prior…

You were devastated, confused and hurt. You thought that everything was going so well, that things were on the upswing for you. You thought that you were finally a part of the group.

But then Miguel, the man that you'd admired and respected for so long, the man that you'd fallen for, brushed you aside like you were nothing. He didn't even recognize you. It was like all of your efforts, all of your struggles, had been for nothing.

"I can't believe it. After all I've done, he still doesn't notice me. What am I doing wrong?"

You slump down in your chair, your heart feeling like it's been shattered into a thousand pieces.

All of your hard work, and for what?

You've put in so much effort, and this is how it ends?

You feel like you've been cheated.

How can this be fair?

You feel like giving up, just throwing in the towel right then and there, and saying "to hell with everything."

Your room was cold, yet, you weren't cold. Standing up, you left to go to the place where no one would bother you.

You're bathroom.

You climb up the ladder, up the narrow shaft, and finally, you reach the top. The night sky is spread out before you, with the glittering stars shining above. The wind is blowing, and the cool night air is like a balm to your aching heart. You just want to curl up here and never go back. Peter B. Parker blew through the doors of Miguel's lab, his angry footsteps approaching the large platform. "Miguel!" He hollered trying to get his attention.

"What?!" Miguel answers back, hissing. The pedestal lowers as Miguel turns to face the other spider with a look Peter recognized as annoyance.

"This prank with Y/N has gone on for too long..." Peter spat. Miguel raised a brow, confused. "Who? And what prank?" Miguel asked, concerned.

"You know, Y/N...the one you gave that recon mission for Colten?" Miguel pondered for a moment. "Oh yeah...them...I just gave them something so that they'd leave well enough alone." He confessed.

Peter was beyond horrified.

"They've been by your side for longer than many of those here at the Society. This is how you repay them? What is wrong with you..." Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to even remotely think about anything other than what he was before. "Look, I do not care...we need room for those who actually want to be here... and Y/N...seems like someone who will end up getting their universe destroyed." Peter continued to stare at the other man in front of him in disbelief.

"What happened to you finally telling them Miguel?" Peter questioned, getting defensive. Miguel rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I don't have time for that right now...maybe another time. But I can't do this right now. So Y/N is going to have to wait." Peter stomped his foot. "You need to do that now...do you have any idea what they've been through? Everyone has been actively ignoring her, her friends are treating her like garbage and left her high and dry and now you? What happened to this community?"

"Peter, this isn't the time nor the place..."

More time had passed and it seemed as if the game was over. Your friends came to your room, finally finished with their prank. They thought it would have been funny to see how long it would take you to realize they were gone...but you thought they just abandoned you. When they reached your room, one thing after another unraveled. Your door opened, and it was exactly how you left it.

Empty.

You were gone.

When Peter B. found out, it seemed to break him more than ever, not only did he lose a friend, he felt like he lost a child.

Miles felt emptier, Pav and Hobie sat in disbelief, and Gwen... couldn't fathom her mentor ever doing what they did.

And Miguel...

It wasn't what anyone would have expected to happen. He locked himself up in his lab trying to pinpoint exactly where you had run off too. Maybe you would have went home...or better yet to one of the other universes. Seemingly, it was as if you fell off into the abyss. Even he asked your friends to call you, yet your number was disconnected. Your watch had been left on the table.

You didn't exist.

That was how you wanted it.

{to be continued...}

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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

pairing: Peter Parker x mermaid!reader

chapter three: out of the sea

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“I need some legs.”

“Excuse me?” Dr. Strange asked as he put down his newspaper to see Peter standing in his doorway.

“Not for me. For my girlfriend. Perhaps you haven’t heard, but I’m dating a mermaid.” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal.

“No, I haven’t heard. I’ve been in Kamer-Taj for the last month. I’m just here to get some things.” Strange said dismissively as he gathered some things and slipped them into his satchel. He brushed past Peter to leave the room, then stopped.

“And by the way, even if I had been living here, I don’t take any particular interest in your personal life. I would like to make that clear.” He reminded Peter before walking away.

“Did you do something new with your hair? It looks amazing. Your hairline didn’t get further down, did it?” Peter laid the flattery on thick as he followed Strange down the hall.

“What do you want?” Strange sighed and stopped.

“I need you to cast a spell and give my mer-girlfriend legs so we can be together.” Peter said and clasped his hands under his chin.

“No.” Strange said immediately and walked away again.

“Please? She’s dreamt of being on land her whole life. There is nothing she has ever wanted more. I promised her I would get her some legs.”

“Well, you should not have have that promise since you have 0 way of fulfilling it.”

“But you do. You can do anything. I’ve seen it. Can’t you give my girl some legs?” Peter pleaded and continued to follow him.

“No. I don’t do favors. And I don’t mess with nature.”

“Please, Strange. She’s in trouble.” Peter begged, making Strange stop.

“What kind of trouble?” He asked and tried not to sound too interested.

“Her dad is super possessive and controlling of her. He’s gonna marry her off to someone she doesn’t love and keep her under the water the rest of her life.”

“She’s a mermaid, kid. She belongs under the water.” Strange reminded him.

“Not this mermaid. She’s always felt out of place down there. She belongs up here. She knows it and I know it. It’s all she’s ever wanted. Haven’t you ever wanted something so desperately that you’d give anything to get it?”

Strange was silent as he pondered Peters question. He thought of Christine and the watch she’d given him. Then he thought of how she looked on her wedding day.

“Bad things happen with you mess with nature. Things you would never see coming.” He said finally.

“I’ve seen you part a puddle so your cape wouldn’t get wet.” Peter pointed out.

“Is her dad really that bad?” Strange asked, knowing he was caught.

“Yes. He won’t let her do anything that makes her happy. He controls every aspect of her life. She has no freedom.” Peter told him. Strange was quiet for a minute and felt a twinge of sympathy for this girl he had never met.

“Fathers shouldn’t reprimand their daughters.” He said quietly. Peter smiled in relief, knowing he’d gotten through to him.

“Will you help her?” Peter asked hopefully, making Strange look at him.

“She really wants this?”

“More than anything.” Peter nodded. “And so do I.”

“Will you ever stop asking if I say no?” Strange asked, already knowing the answer.

“Never.” Peter confirmed. “I’ll be so annoying, you’ll wish you stayed a pile of dust.”

“Fine.” Strange said finally. “I’ll do it.”

“Thank you so much, Strange. You won’t regret this. I swear.” Peter grinned and tightly hugged him.

“It’s fine. Just don’t hug me anymore.” Strange said and wriggled out of the hug.

“I won’t.” Peter promised and quickly let go.

“I guess I can manipulate nature just this once. If your girlfriend wants legs that badly, I can give her some legs.” Strange decided.

“Now, these legs.” Peter began. “Will they come with…”

“Come with what?” Strange asked when Peter trailed off.

“You know, everything?” Peter asked and gestured with his hands.

“Yes. She’ll have toes, thighs, ankles, all of it.” Strange shrugged. “I’m not trying to trick you. I’ll give her legs and everything that comes with them.”

“Everything, though? Like, everything everything?” Peter raised his eyebrows.

“What?” Strange asked, starting to get annoyed.

“He’s trying to ask if she’ll have a coochie or not.” Sam said as he passed them in the hallway. Strange hung his head in disappointment as Peter blushed a deep red.

“Yes, she’ll have the proper anatomy of a biological female.” Strange said as he rubbed his eyes.

“Meaning?” Peter asked for clarification.

“She’ll have a coochie.” Strange said, unamused.

“Awesome.” Peter clapped. “For her. Not me. I really hyped up Charmin Ulta Soft toilet paper.”

“I have to warn you, though. Messing with reality like this can have consequences. I’ve never done this before. I can’t promise you what the outcome will be.” Strange warned.

“As long as I get to be with her, it’ll be okay.”

“All right. I need to perfect the spell first. Give me three days time.”

“Three days time?” Peter whined. “Is there no instant spell we could do?”

“Damn. He really wants that pacific coochie.” Sam said from down the hall. Peter groaned when he realized he was still listening and stamped his feet like a little kid.

“Stop listening! You’d do the same thing if you had a mermaid girlfriend. Which you don’t!” Peter shouted down the hallway.

“Says who?” Sam shouted back, making Peter go silent. Dr. Strange sighed again and shook his head in disbelief that he actually agreed to help Peter.

“So, I’ll see you in three days?” Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“Three days. And then we are taking a long, long break from each other.”

“Deal.” Peter grinned.

Meanwhile, you were in your cavern where you kept all the things you had collected. You were showing one of your sisters, Indira, the things Peter had brought you from the land.

“What’s that?” Indira asked when she noticed the bead bracelet on your wrist.

“Isn’t it neat? Peter calls it a bracelet. He made it himself. He even spelled my name with beads, see?” You smiled proudly and held your wrist out.

“Wow. Just like the humans wear.” She gasped and touched the plastic beads in awe.

“I know. I’ve never seen my name spelled out before. And look what else Peter brought me.” You clapped your hands in excitement before handing her a butter knife that Peter had brought on one of your dates.

“A sharp dinglehopper?” She asked as she took it in her hand.

“Peter said it’s called a “knife”. And apparently, the humans call dinglehoppers “forks”. Isn’t that amazing?” You gushed.

“I’m happy for you, Y/n. This Peter might be the one.” Indira smiled fondly at you.

“I hope so. I think I’m falling in love with him.” You confessed to her.

“But he’s a human. How could it ever work?” She asked as she took your hands.

“I’m not sure yet.” You admitted. “But Peter and I will figure it out. Together.”

“Who’s Peter?” Your fathers voice came booming through your cavern, making you and Indira jump and cling together.

“Daddy! Hi. I didn’t hear you come in.” You faked a smile and held your sister close.

“Who’s Peter?” He repeated as he looked disapprovingly upon your collection.

“No one. Just a merman I met.” You lied.

“I know all the mermaids in our reef. I’ve never heard of a Peter.”

“He’s new. His family just got here from the Atlantic.” You continued to lie as your father examined some of your newest additions. Your collection had grown significantly since meeting Peter and you father could tell.

“Where did you get all this stuff?” He asked, making you gulp.

“I collect things that fall into the water, daddy. You know this.” You played dumb. He grabbed your wrist suddenly and looked at your bracelet.

“Someone dropped a bracelet with your name on it into the water?” He asked skeptically.

“It must be a popular name with the humans.” Indira came to your defense. Your father turned your wrist over and saw that Peters name was also spelled out in beads.

“Peter.” He read off the bracelet.

“Oh, right. I forgot. Peter made this for me.” You laughed nervously.

“Peter had string and beads that spelled out both your names?” Your father asked and tightened his grip on your wrist.

“I had it in my collection. I let him borrow it.” You said quietly and tried to pull your wrist away. Your father threw your arm back at you and swam deeper into your cavern to look at the rest of your collection.

“What is this?” He asked as he held up a little Spiderman keychain Peter had gifted you.

“A keychain, daddy.” You said innocently. Your father tossed it back without a care and moved on. He picked up a laminated piece of paper and scanned the contents of it.

“A love letter?” Your father said in a low voice as he slowly looked up at you.

“Yes, daddy.” You gulped and squeezed Indira’s hand for comfort.

“It’s hard.” He said as he flicked it with his finger. He’s never seen paper before since it wouldn’t last under water, but he knew what it was. Beyond that, he knew there was no way you had just found this at the bottom of the sea.

“It was laminated.” You said quietly. He narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing what that word meant but not wanting to seem weak.

“Don’t use big words like that. You don’t know what they mean.” He sneered at you.

“I do know what it means. It’s when you put a piece of paper in a machine and it covers both sides with a layer is plastic to protect it.”

“And Peter did this?” He asked when he saw Peters name at the bottom.

“Yes, daddy.” You said with less confidence this time.

“Under the sea?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” You squeaked out, knowing he didn’t believe you.

“You’re lying to me. This is from a human, isn’t it? All of this is from a human.” Your father bellowed as he used his trident to smash parts of your collection.

“Daddy, no! My collection.” You cried out and tried to stop him from breaking anything else. You’d spent your whole life building your collection. It was all you had in the world. Watching him destroy it in a seconds felt like your heart was being ripped from your chest.

“I am so sick of your obsession with the humans. This is all human garbage. I won’t tolerate it anymore.” He shouted as he continued to break your prized possessions.

“No!” You cried and caught whatever was floating around you.

“Humans killed your mother. They will kill you too.” Your father screamed at you.

“Good! I’d rather be dead than live down here in this prison.” You screamed back at him.

“When I find this Peter, he will feel the wrath of Titans mighty trident.” He threatened and swung his trident at you. You quickly swam away from it as Indira swam away scared.

“But daddy, I love him!” You professed.

“You can’t love a human. I’ll be arranging your marriage to one of the mermen in the reef straight away. And believe this. You will never go to the surface again. You will never go so much as out of my sight. And you will never, ever see Peter again.”

“You can’t keep me from him. I love him. That’s my choice.” You stated firmly.

“Who do you think you are? You don’t get to make your own decisions. You’re not smart enough to. I make the choices around here. And I choose to forbid you from ever speaking of the humans again.” He shouted as he smashed the rest of your collection. You cried as you watched your life’s work get destroyed to pieces that floated around you. Once he was done, he grabbed the knife Peter had given you and swam towards you.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” You asked as you swam upwards.

“If you can’t keep quiet, I will keep you quiet.” He said and reached out it grab you. You dodged him and started to swim upwards as quickly as you could. He grabbed onto your tail but you quickly spun around and got loose. You smacked him with a flick of your tail and swam off in a blur. Since you explored often, you were able to lose him by swimming through every nook and cranny you’d discovered on your adventures. You could hear him swimming after you but never looked back. You darted and zig zagged until you were sure you lost him. You swam all the way to yours and Peters rock and hopped up on it just as Peter was swinging over. When he saw you already sitting there, he got worried that something was wrong. He landed and kissed you hello, making you burst into tears. He held you close and rubbed your back until you calmed down enough to speak.

“Hey, hey, hey. What happened? It’s okay, darling. It’s okay.” He said as he wiped your face.

“My dad knows about us. He’s already destroyed my collection. If he finds me, he’s gonna clip my tail and cut out my tongue. I’ll never see you again.” You cried against his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. No one’s gonna hurt you, baby. I won’t let them.” Peter assured you.

“If we want to be together, we have to run away. Now. Were you able to talk to your people about getting me legs?” You asked and gripped his shirt.

“I was. But my sorcerer friend said he needs three days time.”

“Three days time?” You sighed.

“That was my exact reaction.”

“I don’t have three days. I need to get out of here now.” You gulped and looked around for your father or any of his men that may have followed you.

“I’m gonna swim back to shore. Wait for me there, okay?” Peter said as a half baked idea came to him.

“What’s the plan, Peter?” You asked him. Peter cupped your face and pulled you into a long kiss.

“The plan is I return the favor and rescue you.” He said once he pulled away.

“I like that plan.” You smiled softly. Peter kissed you one last time and then dove into the water. He swam until he reached rocks that he could swing off of off to get himself back to shore. By the time he got there, you were waiting in a bed of seaweed that concealed your tail. You’d never been this close to the shore before and it almost made you forget the situation you were in. Once Peter landed, he scooped you up and carried you to the beach.

“Why are you so heavy?” He groaned and struggled to run on the sand.

“I’m a human sized fish.” You reminded him.

“Oh. Right.” Peter realized and continued to carry you up the beach. Luckily, the sun had set and no one was around for miles so you didn’t have to worry about being seen. Peter was focused on getting you to his apartment without being seen, but you were focused on the world around you.

“My first time on land.” You whispered to yourself as you took in absolutely everything around you. The sand, the lights from the cityscape in front of you, the salty breeze, and the sound of seagulls in the distance filled you with the greatest joy you’d ever known. Peter noticed you looking around in amazement and stopped to give you a chance to see it all.

“Do you like it?” He asked, catching your attention.

“I’ve spent my whole life in the ocean. I’ve never been on the beach.” You sighed dreamily and looked around again.

“I’ll take you back one day. But first, you need your legs.”

You grinned and nodded your head as Peter continued walking. He carried you to the street and started running in the direction of his apartment. Since he needed two arms to carry you, he couldn’t use his webs.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry me all the way to your house?” You feared as he ran through the back streets of the city with you.

“I’m super human, remember? I got you, girl.” He said suavely.

“Okay.” You sighed happily and rested your head on his shoulder. Luckily, Peter didn’t live too far from the beach and was able to get you back to his apartment within 20 minutes.

“Okay. We’re here.” Peter said you arrived.

“This is where you live? It’s huge.” You gasped and looked at a building for the first time.

“You’re impressed by this? Wow. You really don’t know much about the above world.” Peter said out of the corner of his mouth.

“How will we get in?” You asked him.

“Great question. How am I gonna get a mermaid into my apartment without May seeing?” Peter chewed his lips and tried to think.

“Oh right. I can climb walls.” He remembered. He carefully maneuvered you around his body so that you could wrap your arms around his neck while he climbed the side of his building. It wasn’t safe to swing with you like that, but a quick climb felt okay. Once he got to his window, he opened it and threw you inside. You bounced off his bed and rolled onto the floor with a heavy thud. Peter quickly shut his window and was about to apologize when you sat up with the biggest smile.

“Your floor has hair!” You gasped and rubbed your hand on his carpet.

“That’s called the carpet, darling. And I wouldn’t touch it too much. There’s about a thousand Dorito crumbs in there.”

“What’s this?” You asked and patted his bed. Peter scooped you up and laid you down on his bed before explaining.

“This is called a bed. It’s where I sleep at night. Do mermaids sleep or are you guys like sharks?”

“We sleep. Usually on a pile of seaweed. Nothing like this thing.” You said as you rubbed your hands up and down his bed. You winced suddenly and rubbed your waist where your tail met your skin.

“Are you okay?” Peter worried.

“Sorry. My tail gets itchy and tight when I’m dry for too long.” You winced again and shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, shoot. Let me run you a bath.” Peter said and quickly went into his attached bathroom. He waited for the water to get warm and then went to go get you. When he came back into his room, he found you chewing something.

“Um, sweetness, what’s in your mouth?” Peter asked calmly. You shrugged and held up a stick of deodorant with a bite taken out of it.

“Candy. Like the Sour Path Kids.” You said through a mouth full of deodorant.

“Oh God. Oh no. Okay. Let’s put that down.” Peter smiled sweetly and took the deodorant from your hands.

“Just one more bite.” You whined and tried to hold on to it.

“I’ll get you some real food once you’re in the bath.” Peter promised as he scooped you up off his bed. He carried you into the bathroom and gently put you in his bathtub.

“Okay. Stay here. I’ll go get you some food.”

“I can’t really go anywhere else.” You reminded him as you flicked your tail up and down.

“Right. Sorry.” He smiled tightly. He felt guilty when he looked at you in his tiny bathroom knowing you were used to swimming in the open ocean. He left the bathroom and soon returned with some of your favorites foods. He sat on the bathroom floor with you and ate while Peter explained all the things in his bathroom.

“I’m just so happy you’re here.” Peter said as he slipped his hand into yours.

“Me too. I’m finally on land!” You gushed and looked around Peters bathroom. It wasn’t exactly what you imagined for you first time on land, but it was still something you never thought you’d get to experience.

“And I’m with you. That’s the best part.” You turned back to Peter and squeezed his hand. Peter squeezed yours back before kissing your knuckles.

“You’re safe now.” He promised you. “And all we have to do is keep you hidden from my aunt for the next three days. Then you’ll get your legs and we can live like a normal couple.”

“Easy.” You smiled. “How hard could that be?”

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Basic Training X (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, MURDER, violence, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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“Alright. Time’s up, pretty girl.”

You pouted a bit as Peter’s words reached you, signaling to you that you’d been outside long enough and that you’d have to help get breakfast ready soon. You longingly stared at the pond as you stood up, hating how little free time you were allowed. Unlike you, the other women didn’t need someone standing over their shoulder whenever they stepped a foot outside. Clearly Steve or Peter thought there was still a chance you might try and make a run for it.

That opportunity had long passed.

You straightened, brushing some dirt off of your dress before making your way to Peter. The dark-haired man took your hand with a smile, leaning in and brushing his lips over your cheek as he walked you back to the house. Peter did that a lot more as of late. Taking your hand, kissing your face, just touching you in any small harmless way. You didn’t know how to feel about it at first, seeing it more as the price you had to pay to keep Peter so close.

…but just like his presence became a comfort, so did the feel of his hand in yours.

Steve was standing at the back door as you both neared the house, and you held Peter’s hand tighter. You relaxed only slightly when Peter squeezed your hand, and you did your best to avoid Steve’s gaze. Sometimes you wished that you were capable of what Steve clearly thought you were. At least then all of his scrutiny wouldn’t be in vain.

Truthfully, you didn’t know what he expected from you. You were weak. He’d said so himself that day in the basement when he’d decided you couldn’t even last another day. You were nothing like Natasha or even Margaret, something that was a great source of discomfort for you.

“Why do you think you need to be more like Nat?” Peter had asked you one day when you brought it up.

You’d shrugged.

“I just feel…really…pathetic, sometimes,” you’d mumbled, playing with your fingers and avoiding his gaze.

Peter had taken your face into his hands, looking almost sad as you voiced your insecurity. You both knew why you wished you were more like the beautiful redhead, but Peter didn’t say anything about that. He’d simply pressed his lips to your forehead, keeping them there as he talked.

“You’re you, and that’s why I like you,” he’d whispered against your skin. “If I had wanted anyone else…  If I’d wanted someone more like Nat, I would’ve swiped her before Bucky had the chance to.”

That was when you learned that like Jane and Thor, Bucky and Natasha had known each other before this too. Such a thought hurt your heart, and you couldn’t imagine the betrayal she’d felt. Peter had mentioned something about them knowing Natasha since she was a kid, her having grown up in this town too. That level of betrayal had clearly made her heart harden against Bucky in the beginning instead of having some softness for him, leading to her being down in that basement for literal months.

It also explained why Bucky had seemed very upset when he mentioned it.

Natasha was still quiet around you these days, but you couldn’t help but notice that ever since she’d learned the truth about how you were taken, she wasn’t so…harsh. Before, where you could tell that she was that way for your own sake, just wanting you to fall in line for your benefit, now, you could see the patience and understanding in her eyes. They all seemed much more careful around sharp objects, now, having clarity on that incident in the kitchen with the blood.

You didn’t know how to feel about that either.

On the one hand, you didn’t feel so alone anymore. It’s not like you talked about it, but it felt good to be surrounded by people who not only knew what you’d been through, but who also cared. The silent support did make things a little easier. On the other hand, though, you didn’t think that you liked being pitied. You weren’t the only victim in this scenario, and you felt wrong being treated like the only one.

What about Jane who’d liked Thor before he kidnapped her? Or Natasha who’d grown up in this town, who’d grown up with Bucky and the rest, and was betrayed by a man she thought was her friend? Several men that she thought were her friends. To you, their situations seemed just as traumatic.

Even Margaret, whose origin with Steve you didn’t know, still had to live in a perpetual state of fear of being brutally raped by that man for all to see over the smallest of infractions. You helped Laura in the garden as the other woman walked around the property with her daughter. She cooed at her and looked as happy as could be, but you often wondered how much of it was fake for the sake of survival or how much of it was real as a conditioned way of coping? There were many times you leaned towards the latter…

…and there were many times you worried that would be you.

As if you’d conjured him up with your thoughts, you felt familiar hands on your shoulders just as Laura glanced up.

“Hello, Peter.”

The almost robotic way in which they’d all greet Peter anytime he joined you in some household task was almost frightening. Peter allowed you to be so casual with him, and you were reminded of that day he’d snapped at Jane in the greenhouse. It was a reminder that these women probably knew Peter much better than you did. Some of them had lived in this house with him for years, and they knew a whole other side of Peter that you didn’t.

“Laura,” he evenly greeted. “What are you and Y/N planting?”

“Just squash seeds,” she replied. “A personal request from Sam.”

She chuckled as she recalled when Sam had run into you both earlier. He’d seemed very enthusiastic about growing the vegetable, and Peter hummed at that. You felt him rest his chin on your head as you knelt, and if Laura was uncomfortable with his presence, she didn’t show it. You’d kind of gathered that it wasn’t normal for any of the men to be so involved with activities that had been dubbed as something solely for the women in the house.

Peter was just very lenient and accommodating with you.

You didn’t need to be a genius to know that Steve didn’t like it very much. If the blond had it his way, you would’ve been in the basement several times over by now, and any whiny request you made of Peter would’ve been answered with a spanking. That train of thought had a spark of gratitude flowing through you, and absentmindedly, you reached up to cover Peter’s hand on your shoulder with your own.

Laura glanced over at the action, but otherwise said nothing.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

Those were the words you woke up to a few days later, eyes blinking open and face twisting in confusion as Peter’s face materialized before you. He hovered over you, one hand pressed into the bed at your side and the other resting on your stomach, playing with your fingers there. You stared at him in silence for an embarrassingly long amount of time. You heard what he said, but you couldn’t quite make sense of the words.

It was your birthday?

You paused to think back on how many months had passed, and with shock, you realized that Peter was right. It was certainly your birthday month, and while you didn’t keep up with the days as well as you would have liked—they all blended together now—Peter had no reason to lie. In fact, you were sure that Pepper had mentioned the date the other day, and you hadn’t even made the connection that your birthday was fast approaching.

The thought made you…sad.

This time last year, you’d been planning that trip with Wanda and MJ and Pietro. You’d been excited to look back on the memories on your next birthday, probably even planning another one. This time last year, you’d been free and cutting a cake that your mom had baked and cleaning up a mess after Pietro had smashed your face into the icing.

Now…

Now, you were in a prison. Your friends were dead, your mom was alone and probably stressing herself into an early grave over you, and you were staring into the face of the man who’d made it all happen. You were celebrating your birthday in a house that you didn’t want to be in and surrounded by people you didn’t want to be near. The thought made your eyes water, and Peter noticed, his face falling as he straightened.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” he quietly wondered, touching your chin. “Why are you crying?”

You tried to hold them back, but your tears spilled over against your will, and your lips trembled.

“I shouldn’t be here…”

Realization hit Peter as he sighed.

“I’m supposed to be with my friends,” you tearfully told him. “…and my mom.”

“I know,” Peter breathed, moving closer and pulling you into his arms.

You pressed your face into his chest, trying to hold in your sobs, but it was no use.

“…but I’m here…and you don’t have to lift a finger today…”

Peter’s voice was soft, hopeful, as he tried to cheer you up.

“We can stay outside as much as you want,” he told you, stroking your back. “…or we can stay in here all day. Anything you want.”

You knew that ‘anything’ had limitations to it, but you still pulled away at the mention of being outside all day. Ever since you could, it was all you really wanted to do. Peter’s smile told you that he could see it in your eyes, and he reached up to wipe your face.

“The girls are going to cook your favorite,” he continued, gently cleaning your face. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It did…and it didn’t, but you nodded anyway.

You were having the hardest time accepting that it was actually your birthday. Even as Peter ran you a bath, something that wasn’t unusual, you still stared at the flower petals in the water in disbelief. When you made it downstairs only to be greeted with well wishes and birthday congratulations, it still didn’t feel real.

Each of the women—and Thor—hugged you, while the rest of the men only cheerfully wished you a happy birthday. It was jarring to see a smile on Steve’s face, and even now, you couldn’t tell if it had been genuine or forced.

You were one year older…and so very far from wiser.

Peter was content to lie in the grass with you by the pond. It was all you really wanted to do, just bask in the fresh air and savor this day before you had to return to household chores and allotted outside time. You could feel Peter playing with your hair and your dress as you laid there, staring at the sky and thinking on how drastically your life had changed in a year.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter asked you. “When you’re not crying or asking me to hold you, you’re so quiet…and I always want to know what you’re thinking.”

You blinked, frowning a bit.

“Just how different things were last year,” you whispered. “I feel like…it’s finally hitting me…that I’m going to be here the rest of my life.”

You didn’t sound or feel particularly sad as you said it. Truthfully, you didn’t know what you felt, but you knew that it felt strange. You were lying on the grass with your captor, talking to him like he was a friend while he played with you. The man responsible for your captivity was the same one you confided in. That was something you grappled with every day, and with each day that passed, that fact felt less and less weird.

“I told you…it doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Peter whispered back, his hand on your face. “I’m going to make you so happy.”

You didn’t want Peter to make you happy…but the only other alternative was to live out the rest of your days miserable and angry and scared. You felt like you were being so ungrateful to think like that, noting just how much worse you could have it. Compared to any of the other men, Peter was a Godsend, but he was still the same man responsible for your kidnapping.

You turned to watch him as he sat up, and you watched him reach into his pocket.

“When I went to check on your mom all those months ago…I also got this…”

You didn’t sit up, just watching him as he held a small jewelry box in his hands. The sight of it made your heart jump for multiple reasons, and you didn’t really know what to do as he opened it. As expected, a ring was inside, but it strangely didn’t look like a typical engagement ring. You figured that one would come into play eventually, and you hated how casually that thought passed through your mind.

It was more of a band, yellow gold and dainty. It reminded you of a tree branch—or vine—twisting and curving into a shape. There were golden thorns that caught your eye, reminiscent of a rose bush, and you felt frozen as Peter took your hand. He was careful in sliding it onto your finger, and you soon understood why.

When Peter pulled on it, the thorns dug into your skin, and you hurriedly sat up with a hiss.

“I had this custom made,” he murmured, turning your hand over and admiring the painful piece of jewelry. “You can’t take this off without scratching up your finger and possibly leaving behind a bloody mess.”

He gently played with your fingers, admiring it some more before his dark eyes lifted to meet your gaze. Peter’s expression was entirely serious as he threaded his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it, his pink lips soft on your skin.

“You’re mine,” he whispered without breaking his gaze. “…and I want you to be reminded of that every single day.”

He rested his chin on the back of your hand.

“Just like I am every time I look at you…”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you took a deep breath.

“You understand…?”

You struggled to swallow, hesitating when he squeezed your finger, pressing the metal thorns into your skin, and you winced.

“Yes,” you told him, breathless. “I understand.”

Peter’s entire demeanor changed at that, a smile dancing along his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Good,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, now. “Happy Birthday, pretty girl.”

You sat at the table as everyone around you sang.

The cake that Jane and Sharon baked was so pretty. Beautiful even. It looked like something you would’ve seen online and begged your mom to buy before she ultimately decided to just make it herself. It had the appropriate number of candles, and you stared into the flames as the song came to an end.

You felt Peter’s lips at your ear as he urged you to make a wish.

You blinked, eyes burning as you thought about the one wish you knew wouldn’t come true. The ring on your finger felt like a weight was tied to it, a reminder of just who you belonged to and the circumstances surrounding how you’d gotten here. You stared into the candle flames with tearful eyes, wondering what on earth you could possibly wish for.

Freedom was out of the question. There was no doubt in your mind that that would never happen. You considered wishing for happiness, but like earlier, you thought that you didn’t want to be happy with Peter. At least, you didn’t think you did, but living out the rest of your life in misery sounded like hell, like the worst thing that could ever happen.

…and yet, with tears in your eyes, that was what you wished for.

The other women clapped, cheering for you, but you could hear it dying down when your tears spilled over. You didn’t mean to start crying, and like every other time before, embarrassment filled you. You could feel Peter’s hands on your shoulder as he stood behind you, and when you glanced up, your eyes caught familiar green ones. You didn’t miss the concern on Natasha’s face as she eyed you.

You really did try to keep it together, even just for your own sake, but it was harder than it was supposed to be, and when everyone else grew quiet, you didn’t even need to look over to know that Steve’s hard gaze was on you. You wiped your face, but the tears just kept coming, and you heard Peter sigh.

“Here,” you heard Margaret say, her chair moving. “Let’s cut you a piece of-.”

“Sit down, Peggy.”

Steve’s cold voice was loud and clear in the otherwise quiet room, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone. It was your birthday, and it was nothing at all like you expected it to be. Never in your wildest dreams would you have ever predicted your birthday—any of your birthdays—being spent surrounded by a household that you were taken and forced into.

When you finally glanced over, you were unsurprised to meet Steve’s cold blue gaze.

“Jane and Sharon spent so much time on your cake…”

You looked down at that, and you felt Peter’s hands tighten on your shoulders.

“You rested the entire day, as you should because it’s your birthday…and you’re crying…?”

“Steve-.”

“You let her get away with too much, Peter!”

You jumped as Steve raised his voice, and you hesitantly looked up as the blond stood. His handsome face was taut, jaw ticking as he looked between you and Peter with anger.

“Tantrums, crying fits, holding her hand with every single chore,” Steve continued. “After everything you—and I by extension—have allowed her to get away with…and she’s still ungrateful…”

Your eyes met Steve’s then, lips trembling as he turned his venomous gaze onto you.

“You still have the audacity to cry like a spoiled brat and for what? Because your birthday isn’t at all what you expected it to be, what…a year ago?”

More tears spilled over at that, and your eyes widened as Steve strode towards you.

“You’re never seeing your friends again, you’re never seeing your family again…”

“Steve,” Margaret murmured.

“It’s high time you accepted that and stopped crying like an overindulgent child.”

With every word that left Steve’s lips, you could only manage to cry harder, and you could hear Peter saying something to him, but it was impossible to make out over the sound of your sobs.

“No, she could have it a lot worse,” you managed to catch. “You’re too lenient, too accommodating, and for what? She’s not in charge, you are.”

You could feel Peter helping you stand, and you stumbled as he pulled you against him.

“If she belonged to me…you know exactly what I’d do to straighten her out...”

The thinly veiled threat had you shuddering, more tears falling as you recalled the memory of Steve and Margaret in the yard that morning. You clung to Peter at Steve’s words, and the brunette held you close.

“Maybe you should remind her of just how bad things could be.”

Steve’s parting words still echoed in your mind when Peter brought you back to your room. He was quick to shut the door behind you both, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop crying. Steve’s harsh words combined with the surrealness of your birthday being celebrated in captivity was sending you into a downward spiral.

The worst of it all was that Steve was right. Jane and Sharon had spent so much time on that cake, and it showed. Peter did let you get away with a lot, especially in comparison to the other men, and it could be so much worse for you, but that still didn’t make your situation better.

Nothing about any of this was good.

You could both hear and feel Peter trying to calm you, but it was of no use. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as he rubbed your arms and back, soothing sounds leaving his lips, and the sound of his voice made you flinch for some reason. Pulling away from him, you reached for the ring, hissing when it only served to dig into your skin.

“Y/N, stop- what are you doing?”

Peter’s hands were on yours, stopping you, and you only cried harder.

“Get it off,” you shrieked. “Take it off, take it off!”

“No,” Peter spat back. “You’re mine and-.”

“I don’t want to be yours,” you screamed, descending into a fit of sobs. “I want to go home, and I want my friends, and I want my mom.”

You pressed your hands into your face, stumbling away from Peter.

“I want my mom,” you cried.

The other man was quiet as you sobbed, chest heaving and aching. You scooted back towards the headboard, wiping your face as Peter stared at you with an expression that was unreadable. You couldn’t stop shaking and crying, and you bit your lip when Peter stood. His dark eyes drank you in, glinting with something unknown to you, and you watched him take a deep breath.

“You don’t want to be mine…?” he slowly asked.

You pressed your lips together, looking away.

“You don’t have a choice, pretty girl.”

Unlike all the other times, the term of endearment wasn’t dripping with sweetness. There was an edge in Peter’s voice, and you sniffed as he reached for your hand. He squeezed the ring, making you wince, and Peter softly chuckled to himself.

“Steve was right, you know… Things could be so much worse for you.”

“I know,” you tearfully replied, trying to get your hand free.

“I could take you like some animal for the whole house to see like Steve…” you blinked back tears. “…or maybe I should be like Tony and make you wear a leash when I decide to punish you.”

“Peter-.”

“I’ve been nothing but sweet to you…haven’t I…?”

He looked between your eyes, and you reluctantly nodded.

“…and yet you don’t want to be mine.”

He was still holding your hand, and his free hand came up to rest on the back of your neck. Peter was leaning in, nose brushing yours as he studied your face. He suddenly sighed, his expression falling.

“This was supposed to be a happy day for you,” he murmured, frown deepening. “It’s your birthday…and I spent it with you, they made you a cake… You were supposed to be happy, today.”

You didn’t know how to tell Peter that nothing about this day could be happy. If anything, it was sadder than any other day you’d spent here. It was your birthday…and you were so far removed from the people you loved.

“…maybe it still can be…”

You didn’t really understand Peter’s words until his lips brushed over yours. It took you by surprise, and you jerked, but Peter didn’t seem to mind as he kept kissing you. His hand on the back of your neck kept you from moving anywhere, and when he deepened the kiss, you gasped. Peter took that opportunity to taste the inside of your mouth, and your free hand pushed at his chest.

“It’s your birthday…you shouldn’t go to bed angry on your birthday,” he murmured into your skin as he kissed along your jaw.

“Peter-.”

You cut yourself off with a gasp when you found yourself on your back, Peter’s frame covering your own. The dresses and nightgowns you were made to wear were thin, and you felt every bit of Peter as he pressed himself against you. It wasn’t quite registering what was happening, and you felt almost removed from your body as Peter’s hands ran up and down your frame, lips lingering on your neck and jaw and lips. It was only when he started to push your nightgown up did the tears finally collect in your eyes.

“Peter…Peter, wait… Please,” you tearfully pleaded, pushing against him.

He ignored you, fighting against you to get your nightgown off, and your panic only grew as he struggled to undress himself too. One of his hands tangled at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back and baring your throat to him. He grazed his teeth over it, and you shuddered.

“You may not want to be mine…but you are,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear.

His bare chest brushed against your own, and he quietly kept telling you that it was okay as you cried.

“…and accepting that will make things so much easier for you…will make you so much happier.”

You shrieked, nails pressing into his arm and the other hand twisting into the sheets. He was pushing into you, slow and torturous, and it took your breath away, making your chest burn. When Peter was fully settled, fully sheathed into you, filling and warm and throbbing, he took a slow deep breath, like he was savoring the moment and feel of you.

He had you completely pinned beneath him, and you didn’t even try to hold in your sobs.

“Happy Birthday, pretty girl.”

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Chapter 2. Sparks

★‧°𖦹｡⋆ miguel o’hara x mexicana!bombshell!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: meeting the islanders, interesting reactions, learning about the islanders, more interesting reactions, spilling some tea x2, maybe turning multiple heads, girl talk, miguel being honest, grand tour

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: you finally get to meet the other islanders, will there be tension in the air? will any heads be turned? keep reading to find out!

NOTES: there are two peters! the second I imagine to be a mix of andrew’s and insomniacs peter parker bc I love them both!! hopefully it won’t be too confusing 🫢 I’ll always try to refer to Peter B w the B!! (and I’m picturing the liuk s5 villa!)

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You let go of Miguel’s arm and all the guys walked over to you both with wide smiles, “Guys this is Y/n.” He introduces you to them and you first hug Peter B, who was grinning his face off and the first to come up to you.

“So nice to meet you.” You say and he pulls away, checking you out for a second before grabbing your hand and giving you a quick spin.

“Nice to meet you too, wow you are stunning.” He says making you laugh then smile.

“Thank you! You’re so sweet.” You respond and go in to hug another islander who you recognized to be Daniel.

“Hi nice to meet you!” He says in your ear and you pull away saying the same.

You remember him being from Colombia which definitely also had him on the top spot of your list because you loved your fellow Latinos.

Up next was the second Peter and his hug was a little awkward but he seemed like the most introverted of the group so you understood. “Ooo I love your tattoo!” You compliment and point to his spider tattoo on his forearm.

“Oh thanks! It’s one of my favorite ones.” He says with a small smile making you aww.

After him was David, who was the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He was for sure above 6’0, had a body sculpted by gods, and had some neat braids.

He was checking you out as Peter showed you another tattoo to which he just joked to stop hogging you.

You laughed and Peter just mumbled an apology to which you just replied saying you’d love to see them tomorrow so he wouldn’t feel bad.

You hugged David, having to reach up more than the others, and he hugged you back before realizing you were still wet and quickly pulled away from you. “What are you scared of a little water?” You tease and he scoffs.

“No… I just didn’t expect it.” He sassily says which almost had you gagging because huh?

“We just came back from the hot tub? Why wouldn’t we be wet…?” You challenge and he’s left speechless.

All brawn no brain, how sad.

And somewhat of an immediate ick, not a good sign.

The last two were the newest bombshells, Raúl and Jordan. They both pulled you in for a hug at the same time making you smile. “Welcome to the villa!” Jordan said with a wide grin as they pulled away from you.

“Aww thank you!” You say excitedly, feeling at ease with other people that have been in your shoes.

“What an entrance I gotta say!” Raúl compliments making you laugh.

“I wasn’t sure how exactly to go about it I can’t lie.” You laugh and they both give you smiles.

Raúl is from Puerto Rico, has brown curly hair, and pretty hazel eyes. He was just gorgeous and from what you’ve seen, such a sweetheart. He was the one always making coffees for anyone who wanted one and even breakfast.

Jordan has brown skin, some locs, and from what you could remember he said his nationality was Nigerian but has been living in the states since he was a teenager.

At this point all of them caught your eye and you’ll be so busy tomorrow.

All the guys were behind you as the two new guys started a conversation with you, well mostly giving advice on toe stepping and to not be afraid to do it since you were in here for you.

You heard some murmurs behind you and you turned around to find two of the girls came into the kitchen.

“Oh my god you look so hot.” MJ says with wide eyes before pulling you in for a hug.

You laugh and pulled away checking her out too, “you’re pretty hot yourself girl.”

“Stop it.” She waves you off then gives you a kind smile.

“Now that is how you bombshell.” Gwen says, playfully pointing a finger at you and you giggle before hugging her.

“Yeah y’know someone had to do it.” You joked making them both chuckle.

“You guys are so gorgeous.” You say and admire how pretty MJ looked in red as well as how Gwen was rocking a black suit.

“Literally so hot.” You compliment making them both go on to compliment you.

You went on to say how you loved specific things about their outfits meanwhile you could somewhat hear Peter B yell behind you. “Girls come say hi!”

You tried to not make a face, given three of the girls didn’t come up to say anything since you got here. You weren’t going to say it was rude but you sure were thinking it.

It didn’t help that you heard groans as they stood up from the daybeds and at that point they shouldn’t have even bothered.

The guys in front of you were giving them slight glares and just confused on why they were acting like this because not even the guys were this petty when the guy bombshells came in.

You looked at Miguel and he was shaking his head, he then locked eyes with you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You gave him a shrug and gave him wide eyes then looked to your left and right.

He chuckled and finally you heard the clicks of heels getting closer. You looked over and there were the rest of the girls with annoyed looks on their faces.

“Geez if it’s that much trouble they shouldn’t even come.” You mutter and MJ sighs.

“I don’t know why they’re like this, it’s just unnecessary and rude.” She says and grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“The guys don’t look too happy about it either.” Gwen whispers to you and you look at them.

Sure enough they were all shaking their heads in disapproval. Especially Miguel and the Peter’s.

“What is wrong with you guys?” Peter mumbles under his breath and Jazmin just rolls her eyes.

“We weren’t like this when Raúl and Jordan came in and they took four of you on dates..” Daniel mutters, making Dana scoff.

“Well they didn’t take-“ she said but then cuts herself off because her point wasn’t even going to make sense considering Jordan snatched Jazmin from Daniel last night.

“Have some hospitality, come on you girls are better than this.” Miguel mumbles and shakes his head.

“It’s not like we’re gonna be the bestest of friends. She’s gonna steal one of you from us.” Valeria complains and pouts.

“Ah so now you don’t like that the shoe is on the other foot huh?” David chimes in and she folds her arms against her chest realizing he had a point.

At this point Gwen, MJ, Raúl, and Jordan were all trying to distract you by letting you ask questions about them which let you know that MJ was an aspiring actress, Gwen had a biochem degree (which had you questioning why Miguel wished there were science nerds in here), Raúl was a chef, and Jordan was a model which didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

The girls sighed then looked at each other and just shrugged, now walking over to you. Valeria was the first to introduce herself, the fake facade going away and actually giving you a genuine smile. “Hi I’m Valeria but you can call me Val. Nice to meet you girl.” She says and going in for a hug.

You hug her back then pull away, your eyes gravitating to her cute planet necklace. “Your necklace is so cute! Where did you get it?” You ask and she squeals.

“It’s from Vivienne Westwood! They had a small line of jewelry with these pendants. This was gifted by a family friend.” She says enthusiastically making you aw.

“That’s such a sweet gift, it’s so pretty.” You compliment once again and she grins.

It seemed like she was easily swayed to act one way because this Val seemed nice once she wasn’t just with the other two.

She was on the shorter side, had long navy blue hair, and fair skin. She was really gorgeous.

“It’s nice to meet you Val, hope we can befriend each other this summer.” You say and she nods.

“I’d like that.” She replies and steps aside so the next one can go.

Up next was Jazmin, who gave you a wave, then went in for a hug. It was short but sweet and you were just astounded they had the mindset of not even greeting you because you went on one date.

On the first week too, which makes it like ten times scarier.

She then quickly introduces herself then stands by Val, not at all bothered to hear your response.

She was tall, had brown skin, with cornrows in a high ponytail, and wearing a black bodycon dress. She was also a stunner.

Lastly was Dana, who couldn’t wipe that look off her face as hard as she tried. And how could she?

You had just gone on a date with her so called soulmate and yet he was beaming as soon as he got back. She quickly noticed the way he and Peter B began whispering in each others faces after Peter spun you.

She couldn’t even be bothered to act nice because she needed to know Miguel’s thoughts on the date but knowing damn well he’s going to tell the guys first.

“Welcome to the villa.” She says dryly and the energy with everyone there just felt so off.

That was until Peter B yelled that everyone should go to the firepit.

“Let’s go!” He yells and everyone scrambled out of the kitchen.

Dana and Jazmin zoomed to the firepit and were whispering to each other while Daniel and Raúl both offered you their arm so you linked arms with both of them as you headed down.

The rest all walked down together and your nerves grew once again. You were going to be the center of attention and it was really hitting you of what it was you had to do here.

You were going to step on so many toes and half the girls were already giving you the stank eye. All the guys were fine and you’d probably have to make your mind up after 48 hours and that’s just your anxiety thinking far ahead.

Raúl must’ve somehow sensed it and just whispered some calming words, saying he felt the same way and everything turned out fine, for the most part.

You just nodded and took a deep breath as they led you to the middle of the firepit. You sat down and unlinked your arms but they still sat next to you.

You felt a shiver go down your spine and because the sun was setting, it was already getting darker which meant it’s slightly getting colder and you’re in a bikini while the girls are fully clothed.

At least Miguel was also in the same boat as you, but maybe he was good with the cold considering he was from New York.

You looked for him, quickly finding him to be next to Raúl, who was on your right. He was fine. Not even shivering a tiny bit. And he was still looking as fine as ever.

As everyone sat down they all turned to look at you and you quickly remembered what you had prepared in your head nearly all day. “Hi I’m Y/n, I’m twenty four, I live in Houston, just graduated from nursing school, and I’m looking for the love of my life!”

Peter B was the first to yell, “FUCK YEAH!!” Everyone else followed suit and you quickly realized that Peter would instantly be an amazing hype man.

“What’s your type?” Jordan asks and you hummed.

“Physical type all I ask for is someone taller than me. I’ve gone out with all kinds of people and personality is a big thing as well. Also need someone I can laugh with over the dumbest things.” You reply and he nods while some of the other guys hum.

“How about last relationship?” Peter asks and you quickly respond.

“Two years ago! He was very childish by the end of the relationship and it made me realize I didn’t want to date a boy.” You explain while looking around to not have just eye contact with one person.

“Ah so you’re looking for a man?” David asks and you nod.

“Exactly. I don’t want to play any more games and hopefully I won’t have to.” You say and chuckle.

“Who do you have your eye on?” MJ asks making you laugh.

“On to the bigger questions huh?” You joke and she nods.

“Hmm… Well I think I gotta keep my cards close to my chest but all the guys are fine so I’m in for a wild ride.” you say and a few of the guys cheer but you laughed at Peter B giving Miguel a fist bump.

“Honestly I think I’m just going to get to know everyone and see where it goes!” You add and some murmur in agreement.

“Well welcome to the villa!” Raúl says and wraps his arm around you, giving you a little side hug as some of the other guys cheer.

“Hey Y/n do you wanna have a little girl’s chat?” MJ asks and you nod.

“Let’s do itttt.” You say and stand up along with the other girls.

“Where do you wanna go?” Gwen asks and you look around as you all walk away from the fire pit.

“How about the swing set?” You suggest and you all start making your way there.

As soon as you were out of ear shot the guys all immediately gather together and are silent but with sly hand motions and reactions, they all get their point across that they find you attractive.

Then once they saw you were all sat, they all started talking at the same time.

“Dude-“

“I know-“

“We’re so in trouble.”

“That bikini..”

“She’s stunning.”

“Wait so how’d the date go?!?” Peter B impatiently asked and wrapped his arm around around Miguel’s shoulder.

They all remembered and quickly turned to look at him, wanting to know the details.

“It went… very well.” He says slowly, trying to carefully think of what he wants to say.

He knows the guys won’t entirely snitch on him but if any of the girls press hard enough one of them might crack so he’ll be safer than sorry with carefully selected phrasing than careless ones that could potentially hurt Dana.

“Come on Mig, give us more than that!” Second Peter nagged making Miguel chuckle.

“Alright, it went really good. Honestly such a nice first date, better than I could’ve imagined.” He says and tries to stop a smile from taking over his face but the guys called it out quick, and loudly.

“OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!”

“So happy for you bro.”

“It’s what you needed.”

“Mans is cheesin’!!”

After Peter B’s loud outburst, he shushed them so their reactions wouldn’t give him away just yet. He still had to have that conversation with Dana before they went to bed.

“I didn’t think an instant spark would happen for me, let alone a bit of love at first sight-“ he starts but gets brutally interrupted with the guys patting him on the back and struggling to not yell in excitement for him.

“Explain!” Daniel mutters under his breath and the rest nod their heads meanwhile Peter B next to him was nearly shaking in anticipation.

“I don’t know when I walked in and saw her I was just kind of speechless. I thought I was just going to be up there nearly drooling and not able to snap out of it but we got to talking as soon as she said hey and I can’t believe how effortless our conversations were.” He admits, feeling his face grow hot which prompted the guys to laugh and Peter B to poke his cheeks.

But he could tell they were happy for him, their wide grins were a dead giveaway.

“She was just so energetic and we had so much in common. It really felt like I could talk to her about absolutely anything.” He says and the guys nod.

“Bro I’m so happy for you.” David says and daps him up.

“Clearly the public knew what needed to be done.” Jordan snickers, making the guys burst out laughing.

“Stop-“ Daniel mutters and covers his mouth in shock.

After a few more seconds of them just laughing Miguel remembered something he wanted to tell them.

“Oh and she’s a latina. Fluent in Spanish and the conversation was flowing I forgot to ask from where.” He says and Raúl gasps.

“Nah really?” Raul says sarcastically, making Miguel roll his eyes.

“To be fair Val is Mexican and isn’t fluent.” Daniel chimes in and Raúl hums.

“Have a point there. Pero Y/n esta hermosa y habla el lenguaje.” He says and has both Miguel and Daniel murmuring in agreement. (But Y/n is gorgeous and speaks the language)

“Is she turning your head already then?” Peter jokes and he just shrugs.

“It’s just a plus when a girl speaks the mother language.” He admits and then gives a sheepish grin.

“Fair enough.”

“I get that.”

“Y saben es un poco coqueta..” Miguel says making Raúl and Daniel both widen their eyes a little. (And y’know she’s a little flirty..)

“Nomas un poco..?” Raúl asks with a raised eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of him and Miguel shrugs. (Only a little..?)

“Tal ves lo tienes que confírmalo tu mismo.” Miguel suggests and Raúl just nods. (Maybe you need to confirm it yourself)

“Tal ves si lo haré.” He responds and look over at the girls on the swing but more specifically looking at you. (Maybe I will)

Miguel chuckled and looked at how confused the rest of them were before quickly translating the first thing he said, “I said that she’s a bit flirty.”

“Oh is she?” Jordan asks and Miguel had to do the same thing he did to Raúl.

“Maybe you should find out for yourself.” He says earning himself a laugh from Jordan.

“Maybe I will.” He responds back and Miguel, Raúl and Daniel all burst out laughing.

“Oh my god you guys do share a braincell-“ Daniel jokes and Jordan just groans.

“We said the same thing again?” He asks and just shakes his head when the guys answered.

“Best bromance love island’s ever seen.” David teases and Jordan flips him off.

“Wait Miguel what rating would you give the date then?” Peter asks and Miguel calms himself down then hums.

“Thirteen out of ten.” He replies and the guys scream and cheer, completely forgetting about being quiet.

“You’re gonna pursue her right? Like come on you have to.” Peter B says with a cheeky grin.

He takes a few seconds for a dramatic pause just so Peter B can get annoyed at him making him wait. “I’d be the dumbest man alive if I don’t.” He admits, looking at them giving him the cheesiest of grins imaginable.

“Good man.”

“Absolutely.”

“Wait Miguel did you kiss her?” David asks and he shakes his head.

“No, it would’ve been too soon and I really need to pull Dana before we go to sleep.” He says and Peter B lets out some coughs.

“Should’ve just done it.” He mutters between coughs making Miguel roll his eyes.

“I wouldn’t wanna hurt Dana like that, it’s not fair to her.” He mumbled and they nodded.

“It’s going to be tough.” Raúl says, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Knowing Dana, she is not going to believe you and will just assume Y/n turned your head, which she might have… but that’s besides the point.” Peter B rambles and continues, “she might just assume you’re only having these feelings because a new girl came in.”

“That’s why I’d like to talk to her before it’s too late.” Miguel says making the guys hum.

Luckily all the girls were preoccupied listening to your side of the story to go off on the guys for how disrespectful they were being. Luck was on your side boys!

As soon as you had sat down on the swing all the girls bombarded you with questions and you really should’ve seen it coming.

“How was the date?”

“So who do you have your eye on?”

“What’s your actual type?”

“Did you kiss him?”

You nervously laugh and look at them as they’re awaiting your answer to probably all their questions.

MJ was the only one who didn’t ask something and she was just as stunned as you. Gwen also didn’t expect for the other three to ask you anything considering how they’ve been acting since Miguel got the text.

Dana was a mess and started bawling her eyes out because she didn’t even get to say anything to him or hug him before he left. The other two instantly got into cliquey mean girl mode and said things like no girl could take Miguel from her and that you wouldn’t be prettier than her which had MJ and Gwen feeling so uncomfortable.

To them it just felt like an unnecessary thing to say and they were all in the earliest of days getting to know one another. There’s no point in trying to bring Dana up by bringing another girl down.

They tried to make her feel better but their actual kind words just weren’t what she wanted to hear. So of course the other two told her what she wanted to hear to cheer her up, not like any of them would now say any of that stuff to your face right now.

“Honestly the date was amazing, I think we just clicked and bounced off each other so naturally and quickly found out how much we had in common.” You start and pray you wouldn’t get your ass beat then and there.

“He was very sweet and I was pleasantly surprised that he could actually hold a decent conversation with me.” You added making MJ giggle.

“Honestly he’s such a sweetie, just very playful when he wants to be.” she says and you nod.

“I definitely got that vibe! He looks like he’d break some hearts but that date just showed the total opposite.” You reply then chuckle. “At least for now y’know.” You quickly add because you didn’t really want to jinx yourself.

“And as for who I have my eye on… genuinely I don’t have any names. I’d like to talk to them all tomorrow and see what’s up with them all because they all seem so sweet.” You explain and that clearly did not sit well with the cliquey trio, even Val.

“I didn’t lie about my type and no I did not kiss him.” You say and look at the two who asked.

Dana looked like she was going to explode and Jazmin didn’t really care, the difference in their reactions was very telling and you were astounded that they were this judgemental.

“Did you feel any sparks?” Gwen asks and Dana’s face got red fast.

You collected your thoughts and debated on whether or not you’d be honest. They might be able to tell if you lie but even if you did, you’d just feel guilty of it.

“I did feel some sparks but we’ll just have to see if they were reciprocated..” You say and shrug, but mentally praying that they were.

Dana’s eyes were twitching and she was very clearly not expecting to hear positive things from the date.

Now she was the one praying that he didn’t feel a thing and they’d be fine until the end. She wanted to be one of those day one couples that had an absolute perfect run, no turmoil, no heads turned, well behaved in casa, and have a smooth finish by splitting the money.

It’s something that’s rare because a lot of people find it hard to be loyal and to just stick with one person for the whole two months. She was thinking it’d be smooth sailing for her and Miguel, having no idea what was to come for her.

“Well Mig seemed very happy when he got here! I feel like it’s good to explore different connections during the first week.” MJ says and Dana gave her the biggest death glare possible.

“Oh for sure! I feel like it’s just gonna be a part of the experince.” You say and she nods.

“Exactly! It’s like a ‘what if’ situation y’know? Like what if you just click with someone more than you expected because you didn’t give them a fair shot to begin with?” Her example made perfect sense and you wouldn’t expect whoever you’d end up choosing to couple up with to just be closed off so soon. Sure some jealousy may occur but that’d be a normal reaction.

Especially if you do end up feeling Miguel more because that date really was the epitome of a perfect first date. Just getting along well, making each other laugh, and a side of flirting? What else could you have asked for?

And him being a perfect gentleman was an extra plus that was so nice to see.

“I feel like because being in here is such a different situation to the outside, you may as well get to know everyone while you can. As long as everyone’s being honest, why not?” You say and MJ nods.

“I’ve been telling Peter he could get to know other girls but he’s the one that has all his eggs on my basket.” She playfully rolls her eyes making you chuckle.

“To be fair it does look like you guys get on incredibly well.” You say truthfully, earning yourself a grin from the redhead.

“Do you really think so?” She asks and you scoff.

“No doubt about it!” You wave her off and she shrugs.

“Well I’m glad what we have is noticeable on the outside then.” She says, feeling her cheeks go warm.

“How are the rest of you in your couples?” You ask looking at the other girls and Dana just chuckles.

“Shouldn’t we be asking you more questions?” Dana asks with a raised brow.

“I mean you could… but I kind of wanted to hear how you guys feel in your couples.” You say and she hums.

“Well Miguel and I are doing great. I’ve never been so happy to meet someone right off the bat that just gets me. I honestly see a bright future with him.” She says and you nod, slightly feeling bad knowing Miguel has been wanting to tell her the truth.

“How about you Gwen?” You look to your left and she tries to hide a smile.

“I’m happy with the pace we’re going, I definitely feel sparks when I’m with him and the more I talk to him, the more I feel myself liking him.” She admits making you aww.

“He seems so sweet! I wish you two the best.” You say and she smiles, “thanks babe, you’re so sweet.”

“I honestly don’t know which I like more. I was feeling a little something with David but then Raúl came and kinda sweeped me off my feet which is just making it harder for me to distinguish which I like more.” Val rambles making you chuckle.

“Go with your heart! Just continue chatting to both and I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You say and she nods.

“I think I’m liking Danny more.” Jazmin says and shrugs.

Right after she was done talking you noticed all the guys got up from the firepit and began to disperse. Three were on their way to the swing while the other four went to the kitchen.

“Oh they must be up to something.” MJ mutters and watched as the three amigos walk towards you guys.

“Wouldn’t be surprising.” Gwen jokes making Val chuckle.

“With Peter B too, it might be over for us.” She says under her breath and they finally come up the steps.

“Y/n would you like the grand tour of the place?” Raúl asks and you nod.

“Of course! Can’t say no to that.” You exclaim and get up.

He sticks his arm out for you as Peter B looks to be the second tour guide with Miguel behind him looking nervous.

Uh oh.

“Dana can we go for a chat?” He asks and she eagerly nods.

She quickly stood up and attached herself to him as they made their way to the daybeds.

Jazmin and Val walked off to the kitchen and the rest of you were looking at Dana and Miguel sitting on the daybed. “Well that’s going to be the reason for world war three.” Peter B jokes making you stifle a laugh back.

Too soon.

“Peter!” MJ hisses and he shrugs.

“Just being honest.” He mutters then looks away from them and looks to you, “well we owe you a tour.”

“That you guys do.” You say finally getting up and linking your arm to Raúl’s.

“Are you guys gonna join?” He asks and the girls hum.

“It might be a good idea…” MJ mutters and Peter B was about to crack a joke but she stopped him, “don’t even think about it.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says sarcastically then chuckles.

“Alright let’s go!” He yells and wraps an arm around MJ as you all head over to the kitchen.

Dana is hearing wedding bells any time she looks at Miguel, he on the other hand looks like he’s preparing a restraining order! How poetic.

Miguel led Dana to the daybed that was on the right side, he sat down first then scooted over so she could sit next to him.

She plopped down next to him and he was already feeling so guilty. He felt even worse because he really was prepping for this very conversation before the date but now it’s just looking like he’s jumping ship because of the date which really wasn’t the case.

“So… how was the date?” She asks through gritted teeth and he turns his body to look at her.

Her blue eyes filled with worry and her hands slightly shaking just made it ten times worse.

“It was a good date, I did enjoy it but first I want to be honest with you about my feelings overall.” He starts and she slowly nods, not sure what to expect from him.

Her eyes were already getting glossy and she just had an overall bad feeling about this. Her intuition was rarely wrong and right now she wasn’t feeling too good about where this was going.

“I have been thinking a lot the past few days. Firstly I’d like to say that I was going to have this conversation with you after I was done talking to Peter B earlier but I got the text and then I wasn’t able to talk to you until right now-“ he rambled and she cut him off, “Just get to the point!”

“Right... So I didn’t feel an immediate spark with you and I thought it’d be one of those things where maybe it’ll grow after a few days so I gave it a few days to get to know you better and see if I would feel it.” He says and takes a deep breath.

Her lip started to quiver and she already felt her whole future come crashing down in front of her eyes.

“I didn’t feel it. I feel so bad about it because you’re such an amazing girl and I’ve had such a good time talking to you, getting to know you, and making you laugh. But I’m not feeling a romantic connection and it was time for me to not only be honest to you, but to myself as well because it’s not something that can be forced from either side.” He admits and she’s just sat silent.

She looks away from him, tears threatening to spill but she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She quickly wipes under her eyes with her left hand then takes another deep breath before turning to him.

“Fuck.. I really didn’t expect to hear this from you.. at all.” She mutters and gulps.

“I know I’m so sorry. I didn't think things would turn out this way. I genuinely did love getting to know you but I just… didn’t feel it.” He says and she nods.

She quickly thinks of something to say and although she did feel a sting in her heart, she knew she couldn’t really blame him for it.

Sparks might not always come up and she had to accept that one way or another.

“Well thank you for being honest, I can’t say I’m happy about it obviously… but I appreciate the honesty and hope you do find someone.” She says and gives him the smallest of smiles.

“I know you’ll find someone who’ll give you all the iced coffees and sarcasm you could ever ask for.” He says and she chuckles as a singular tear falls down her cheek quickly.

“I sure hope so.” She whispers and wipes the tear away then fixes her hair.

She stands up and he quickly follows suit, “Friends?” He asks and opens his arms wide.

“Friends.” She says and accepts his hug.

What would now probably be the last one ever and she can’t believe it. She could tell from his eyes that everything he said was true. Especially how he looked almost panicked when he said he wanted to have the conversation before he got the text.

She probably would’ve believed him nonetheless because there have been signs the past two days. Signs that she swore would just go away or a part of her imagination, but they weren’t.

Like how he didn’t cuddle her in bed. Or how he never tried to kiss her outside of a challenge (which she was always waiting on).

The good thing was he definitely was trying with her because he didn’t get to know any other girl so that counts for something.

They both pulled away and he gave her a small smile. “If you want I could leave you the bed, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. You could have your space.”

She hums and shrugs, “Hmm I’m not sure.. ask me later and I’ll decide then.”

He nods and they both walk together for a few seconds but Miguel heads to the firepit while she goes on to go to the kitchen to talk to her girls.

Never been so gutted a couple split up before….. well let’s move on to new girl Y/n getting a grand tour of her new home!

“Obviously up first has to be the kitchen! Drama free, filled with delicious food, and underrated part of the villa to have a chat.” Peter B says and gasps at seeing an opened bag of Lays chips.

He grabs a handful then throws half in his mouth, “Tho now we cun go inthide.”

“What?” You laugh and shake your head.

“Babe, manners please.” MJ pleads, making him roll his eyes.

He swallows and leads the way to go inside, “tough crowd.”

You giggle and Gwen whispers to you, “he is the definition of a goofball.”

“I can tell.” You whisper back making her giggle.

He opens the door for you all and you’ve already seen the beds but now you looked at the neon lights on each side of the room. They illuminated the room a bit more and Raúl let you go so you could walk around a bit.

“It’s so much prettier in person.” You say and Gwen quickly agrees.

“We fell in love as soon as we walked through the doors.” She says with a chuckle.

“You’ll get use to the bright light soon enough.” She adds and you nod.

“Ooooh Y/n your bed is already ready.” Peter says and points to the corner bed.

“Oh fuck yes!!” You scream and run towards it then jump on it.

At this point you were more or so dry, so you didn’t hesitate.

It was so soft and was luckily like a cloud. Good thing it’d help the back problems and you’ll get to sleep like a baby.

“A bed all to yourself huh?” Raúl teases and you flip to look at them.

“Just for the night but better believe I’m gonna enjoy it.” You say and sigh, just letting yourself sink into the bed.

“Alright, alright let’s get going.” Peter says and you pout but get up anyway.

“Are you on a schedule?” You joke and he playfully nods.

“I am so if you don’t mind and keep your hands and feet inside the ride.” He says and pretends to point to a file line.

You laugh and walk over to them, now Raúl opening the door for everyone while you walk to the main entrance.

Peter takes a right and you follow suit, now walking into the lounge room. There were a few couches with brightly colored pillows on them, plants, more neon light signs, a coffee table, and cute bunny chairs.

It was a cute little hangout spot and right behind the couches was the doghouse.

“I feel like my boy Mig might be sleeping here tonight.” Peter says earning himself a smack on the arm by MJ.

“WHA—!“

“Don’t say stuff like that Pete!” She says in a hushed tone and he waves her off.

“Okay listen most of us already knew it was coming so it’s like… getting used to the idea.” He explains and she just raises a brow.

“We’re gonna have to work on your big mouth.” She playfully jokes, making him groan.

He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him then kisses her cheek.

He then points to the door that was straight ahead “This is the hideaway which you already know but you’ve been one of the first to see!” He says and you chuckle.

“Wasn’t really paying too much attention to the actual room…” you say, earning yourself a gasp from him.

“Naughty.” He mutters then lightly elbows your side.

“Oh my god not like that-“

“Yeah yeah sure.” He cuts you off and leads you all to the stairs.

“Let’s keep it going before I feel the need to puke.” He jokes, making you groan.

“Ladies first.” He says, letting go of MJ.

She lets you go first and you’re grateful because this bikini was starting to feel tight and didn’t want to give either guy a free show.

You carefully go up all the stairs and MJ points to the left. You both head their first but Peter catches up to you and just shakes his head. “It’s the beach hut, you’ll be called in before and after challenges, after a date, and all throughout the day.” He explains and you nod.

You do a 360 and Peter leads you straight ahead. You turn to your right and there was the bathroom. You could peek through from the little hallway and see the showers and all types of products on the left and right side of the walls.

Peter ushers you to go in and you do. You walk in and there was a huge mirror against the wall as soon as you walk in and to the right is a bathtub sandwiched between two sinks.

Across from the sinks were two showers and a door to the left of them. ��The toilet.” Peter says and you turn to look at him with wide eyes.

“Toilet? As in singular?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Unfortunately.” Gwen groans and you gasp.

“That’s- that’s fucking insane.” You gasp then wince at the thought of having to share a toliet with men who might not know how to aim correctly.

“Well sometimes they occasionally let us use the hideaway bathroom. On rare occasions…” Raúl says and you nearly let out a cry.

“Listen, we all get used to it and swear it’s not that bad.” Peter says then lets out a burp.

“Give me a second.” He says and opens said door to utilize it.

One of your eyes twitches and the girls unfortunately don’t have anything to say that’ll make you feel better. It’s been hell.

“Can’t even say it’ll get better girls?” You ask nervously and it was crickets.

“I’m not gonna name any names but some of the guys apparently just don’t know how to piss.” Gwen says with a gag.

“This is probably the worst revelation to all mankind.” You say and shake your head.

“Hope you’re not a night owl either because out here you’re gonna be an early bird.” Raúl says and you gasp.

“Y’know what guys I think I can make tinder work…” you half joke and pretend to walk off.

But then you look at the second mirror that was next to some face and hair products on the wall. You fix some stray hairs and your bikini top when you hear a flush.

You look behind you and Peter walks directly to the sink. Everyone looked at him, just patiently waiting while he made sure to wash his hands for a solid minute.

He dries his hands with a small towel then claps his hands, “alright let’s go.”

He took a right and after a few steps you were inside the dressing room. It was somehow the brightest room in the whole villa but it made perfect sense since this was where the girls would do their hair and makeup.

“Oh my god-“ you say and take it in.

In the middle was a big circle table with small chairs below them, and on top were mirrors, hair curlers, Dyson airwraps, and makeup scattered all over it. “Sorry we didn’t clean up our mess..” Gwen chuckles and you wave her off.

“Understandable.”

To the left side were drawers and cabinets of just makeup and hair products.

To the right side was the closet where some of the sliding doors were slightly open which showed how filled of clothes they were. The best part was that the doors were all mirrors, and took up two walls so it was perfect for group selfies or just checking out how your fit looks without bothering someone else.

You walked a step to where there were makeup products, probably from sponsors that production will make you wear, and open two different drawers. One was filled with lip liners and the other with lip sticks.

“This might just be heaven.” You mumble making the girls giggle.

“You’re gonna blend in fine girl.” MJ says, now stood to you and held your hand.

“I hope so! Not sure I’d be able to deal with awkwardness too well though.” You joke and Peter just scoffs.

“I think you dealt with awkwardness just fine earlier. With pure grace if you will.” He says and you shrug.

“Thought I was going to get eaten alive with that girl's chat.” You joke and fake shiver.

“Oh my god you haven’t even seen the best part.” Gwen gasps and grabs your other hand, spinning you to follow her along with MJ, who didn’t let go.

Gwen opens the door to the terrace and the sun has now set, it was pitch black until you walked out and got to the couches and saw the beautiful fairy lights illuminating the garden.

You had a view of the entire garden, besides the kitchen because it was right below the terrace. You saw a few of the guys on the firepit and could barely see the girls by the beanbags which was right by the long pool.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage to think of.

“It’s even more beautiful in the mornings!” MJ excitedly says and you sigh.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

You sit on the cushioned sofa to look over at the garden before facing them and seeing a cute coffee table in the middle of all the little sofas. There were plants by the walls next to the door and you were stunned by how pretty and surreal the villa looked.

“On second thought I might stick around for a while…” you joke making them chuckle.

Suddenly you heard noises below you and your eyes lit up, “can I finally shower?”

“You gotta go beat everyone else!” Peter exclaims and you get up and run as fast as you can inside.

Luckily your suitcase was in the dressing room so you quickly put it down and opened it, quickly scrambling to find a pair of undies and some pj’s.

Today must’ve been your lucky day because your cute pjs sets were right on top and found your underwear to be on a side pocket. You chose a random one and sprinted to the bathroom as the rest of the islanders went inside to get ready to go to sleep.

As you quickly hopped in to one of the two showers, the three other girls were coming up the stairs and the guys were in the bedroom getting undressed.

At this point Miguel had had his chat with Dana and spilled the beans with the guys. Dana had done the same, or at least tried to because she started to sob before getting a single word in.

Raúl and Peter went downstairs as the girls went into the dressing room and Dana’s smeared makeup was not a good sign so they sprinted downstairs to know what happened.

“What happened?!?” Peter yells as they walked into the bedroom and Raul quickly closed the door.

“I ripped the bandaid off.” Miguel responds then sighs.

“She took it better than I thought, at least in front of me she did.” He said sadly and Peter frowns, walking up to him.

He gives him a bear hug and pats him on the back as Miguel hugged him back. “You had to do it. You weren’t feeling it and there was no point in letting her fall in love with you while you didn’t feel jack shit.” He says bluntly making a few of the guys murmur.

“Brutal.”

“When it comes to love, you have to be.” He quickly says and it sounded much deeper than he wanted.

And coming from him was just something else.

“You’re here for you alright? Don’t forget that.” He says and lets him go.

Raúl then steps up and gives him a shorter hug, “he’s got a point, we’re all here to find love so it’s only fair you’re true to yourself.”

“Thanks guys.” Miguel chuckles as Raúl pats his back.

“Alright well I think I have to hit the showers.” Miguel says but Peter makes a face.

“Y/n’s up there right now, maybe wait a bit so it won’t look a type of way.” He advises and Miguel nods.

“That’s fine by me.”

After you had finished your shower now feeling all clean and refreshed in your cute pj set, you only caught Jordan brushing his teeth.

“Oh here are the toothbrushes by the way!” He says and pulls a little bin under the sink to show you sealed toothbrushes.

“Thank you!” You exclaim and grab a red one.

“After you’re done most of us put them in these little tube boxes and you just write your initials on it, and then put it in your own cabinet over there.” He shows you another bin with the boxes and pointed to the drawers on the sides of the wall.

“It’ll take some time to get use to but you’ll catch on quick.” He adds and you nod.

“Thanks.” You say and open the toothbrush then throw the packaging in the garbage below the sink.

“Gonna have to assume the toothpaste is….” You guess a random bin next to the tootheburshes and of course, there they were.

“See you’re catching on already.” He teases making you chuckle.

You open up the tube and put a dollop on your toothbrush when you see a shirtless torso walking by through the opening on the wall. You follow it then look away once they’re in the bathroom. You brush your teeth looking at the mirror and the shirtless torso made an appearance behind you, it belongs to none other than Miguel.

You check him out in the mirror and you were just admiring his biceps as he grabbed a towel and put it on the rack by that shower. You shook your head and spit into the sink before quickly finishing up.

You take another looks at the bins to find one with floss and it only took two tries to find it. You took out a decent amount before flossing your teeth, getting closer to the mirror so you could see better. At that point Jordan had left and you were alone besides Miguel, who was in the shower.

You threw the floss into the garbage and were wondering what they used to write on the boxes. You bit your lip and wondered if there were sharpies or something around.

Then an idea clicked and you put your wet toothbrush into the box before walking over to the empty dressing room and going through the drawers until you found eyeliner. You wrote your initials in cursive just to be a little extra.

You put the eyeliner back into the drawer then closed it before walking back into the bathroom. You grabbed all your things and opened drawers until you found an ideal one to put them in.

Just then the water turned off and that was your cue to leave because you didn’t know if you could handle shirtless wet Miguel at that moment.

So you saw yourself out and went downstairs and into the bedroom where everyone was on each others beds, Gwen was racing Peter B from jumping to bed to bed. You closed the door and shook your head in disbelief.

You covered your mouth as Peter nearly knocked over the second Peter, who didn’t see him coming.

“Bro move!!” Peter B yelled and Peter gave him a scoff.

You walked to your bed and sat on the edge so they could still finish their race.

Gwen was beating him by two beds and with her fast speed she beat him by a landslide. MJ clapped for Gwen which prompted Peter B to give her a playful glare before he sprinted towards her like a bull.

He then began tickling her and she immediately started yelling for him to stop but that devious look on his face did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

You looked at the bed next to you and it was Jordan and Jazmin’s. Jordan was already snuggled to the blankets but Jazmin was in Dana’s bed.

Then as if remembering something Dana got up and walked out, going upstairs. She went directly to the bathroom and Miguel was coming out of the shower.

Droplets were dripping down his body and she had to remind herself to stay focused. “You can sleep in our bed, it’s absolutely fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asks as he dries his hair with a towel and she nods.

“Yes.”

Meanwhile Peter B made his way to your bed and was giving you a fat ass hug while saying, “I hope your first night was good.”

“Honestly was better than I expected.” You said and hugged him back.

It felt as if you had been friends for years. He was so laidback with a good amount of playfulness and goofiness, you didn’t even mind the gesture.

That was until MJ and Raúl followed his lead and jumped on top of you, making you both fall back onto your mattress. “Fuck-“ you groaned and felt Raul’s body weight on you.

“Get your fat ass off the poor girl Raúl.” You hear a voice say as you fake groaned some more.

He was then off you thinking they were real and you gave him a laugh when he realized you were playing. He was about to pounce on you again when Miguel held him back, “let her be man, come on it’s her first night.”

Raúl shrugs and goes in for a normal hug which you accept, “Buenas noches, duerme con los angelitos hermosa.” He whispers in your ear and you felt a shiver go down your spine. (Goodnight, sleep with the little angels gorgeous)

Damn.

“Igualmente.” You whisper back and he pulls away with a grin. (Likewise)

MJ then hugs you and pulls away with Peter B giving you yet another hug. He pulls away and they went on to their own bed.

You then notice Miguel leaning against Jordan and Jazmin’s bed, just looking at you. “What did you want me to tuck you in?” You joke and he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” He jokes back making you laugh.

“But I’m luckily not in the doghouse tonight.” He says and you chuckle.

“Good for you!” You say and he shrugs.

“Still feels bad.” He mumbles and you nod.

“Obviously it would but you did what you had to do!” You whisper and he nods.

He then gets up and sits next to you before leaning in, “Thank you for an amazing first date. Espero que hayan más en nuestro futuro.” (I hope there’s more in our future)

“Me gustaría eso.” You whisper back and he tried to hide his smile back. (I’d like that)

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.” He says and hugs you.

You hug him back and feeling his arms around you just felt so.. right. You felt safe and it was sending loads of butterflies to your stomach.

He pulls away and you whisper, “goodnight.”

He smiles and gets up before making his way to his and Dana’s bed which was by the middle of the room.

You now got into bed as all the other couples, and two singletons, got comfortable in their own beds.

All the lights turned off and you turned to your ideal spot to sleep in then pulled the covers over you.

“Goodnight Y/n!!” Peter B’s voice yelled and it was followed by the same from all the islanders.

“GOODNIGHT!”

“Night pretty.”

“Sleep well Y/n!”

“Goodnighttttt.”

You yelled a loud goodnight to them all then closed your eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep, completely oblivious to a handful of noisy couples and individuals snoring their heads off.

[amordixon]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ┆ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; your valentine’s day takes a turn when what you think is just a surprise from peter turns out to be a lot more than you bargained for.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; mcu!peter parker x fem!reader, fluff, some mentions of anxiety, but mostly peter being an oblivious lil baby. 3.4k words .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; this is a repost from my old acc x

with valentine’s day just around the corner, it was easy to find yourself paranoid about the entire holiday and what exactly it meant for you and peter. 

while for most people, it was a celebration of love and being able to embrace that, for you, it had become an anxiety-induced menace of a day that had you second-guessing everything.

the worst part of all was that you and peter technically weren’t together. 

yet, as the days grew closer and you continued to get your hopes up, it was hard not to feel disheartened when he hadn’t uttered a single word about it. leading you to wonder if he had even given it any thought or if you were simply just getting in over your head about the whole thing. 

to any stranger passing you by on the street and witnessing just how affectionate you were with each other, you looked like a couple. heck, you had even shared the occasional kiss, sometimes a little more, and on days when you would go to his apartment to study, it was never long before you’d find yourself snuggling in his bed while he tried to do homework over the top of you.

you never really cared to put a label on your situationship until now, and mostly because you didn’t think you had to. 

but when the day finally arrives and peter was yet to exhibit any efforts in the name of romance, you were devastated. 

“so, he really hasn’t said anything?” mj asks as you head to your locker, having just finished your last class of the day. 

“nope. not a word,” you shake your head.

with her brows furrowing into a scowl, mj exhales, “man, i really thought he would have. i mean… it’s peter. the dude is literally the biggest softie i have ever met.”

despite the sadness you were feeling, you couldn’t help but crack a smile at your best friend’s words. she was the only one that knew how strongly you felt for peter. 

after all, she was the one to point it out.

“i don’t know, maybe i’m just looking too much into it?” you lift your shoulders into a shrug at the same time you reach your locker. 

“well, speak of the devil,” mj gestures towards the end of the hallway where peter and ned had just rounded the corner. 

it only takes them a moment to catch sight of you, and when they do, peter beams with a smile and waves before heading in your direction. even as they passed by multiple girls carrying flowers and the various heart-shaped decorations scattered all over the halls, peter still hadn’t noticed.

“hey! ned and i were talking about going back to mine to study for that test we have coming up, and maybe watch a movie. you guys in?” he asks, tugging on the straps of his bag, completely ignorant to his surroundings. 

it was like he had forgotten about the holiday’s existence altogether, or he was actively trying to avoid it. but why?

“i can’t. i, uh, i actually have a date tonight,” mj says, tucking her hair behind her ear as all eyes turn in her direction. 

“wait, what? with who?” you ask, this being the first you were hearing about it. honestly, you were surprised she had even told you at all. 

shaking her head, she looks down at her feet and shrugs, “just this guy. it doesn’t matter. but, uh, y/n is free tonight so… there’s that.”

the second the words leave her lips, peter’s attention returns to you. and you weren’t entirely sure, but it almost looked like he was relieved that you had no plans. 

a small smile dangled on the corner of his mouth, and his deep brown eyes softened as they met yours. “oh, okay. well, uh, do you want to join us?” he sort of fumbles over his words. 

while it wasn’t exactly what you had imagined spending the most romantic day of the year with peter would be like, it beat having to sit at home alone wallowing in your own self-pity. even if it was with the person causing it… and ned.

you open your mouth to speak when you’re interrupted by ned’s phone.

“actually, change of plans,” he says. “it’s betty… and she wants to see a movie tonight.”

“i thought you two broke up?” mj narrows her eyes with confusion. 

“we did… but maybe she wants to get back together?” he turns to peter with hopeful eyes, and after a moment, the other boy gives him a nudge. 

“dude, go!” he laughs. and just like that, ned rushes down the hall in search of betty, leaving the three of you dumbfounded as you let out a chorus of chuckles. 

“on that note, i better get going too,” mj says once the laughter faded into sighs and points the same way ned had gone. “i’ll see you losers monday. have fun, studying.”

rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye to the girl, as the thought of being alone with peter all night creeps into your mind. 

the idea alone causes your heart to fasten, thrumming loudly in your ears as your mouth becomes dry with nerves. it wasn’t like you at all to be so anxious around peter, and so much so that you almost couldn’t think straight. he was typically the one person you went to when you needed things to slow down, not make them difficult. 

you try to play off the effect he was having on you as you close your locker and swing your bag over your shoulder, but the second your gaze meets his again, it only seems to amplify. 

“so, it looks like it’s just you and me,” he shuffles awkwardly on his feet, tightening his grip on his bag straps once more. 

“uh, yeah. looks like it.” you smile, swallowing the ball that had formed in your throat, and the two of you slowly head towards the exit. 

the walk back to his apartment is quiet at first, but the second peter starts talking about the chemistry assignment he had coming up, there was no stopping him. though, you couldn’t shake the feeling like he was purposely trying to prolong the walk. 

he insisted that you take the longer route, which you never do, and he even slowed down his pace through the park. and as you were passing the deli-grocery, he stopped off to buy you both a sandwich, which wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, but it did add another fifteen minutes to your time. 

it was like he didn’t want to get back to the apartment, like the thought of being fully alone with you was something he didn’t want to partake in. 

when you do finally reach the apartment, however, he fumbles to unlock the door and almost drops the keys in the process, but the second it’s open, you’re hesitant to even step inside. you had been there a million times before but this time, for whatever reason, felt different. 

you wondered if it really were such a good idea for you to be there, to be alone with him when he was clearly opposed to the idea. which was odd considering he had been the one to initiate you going over there in the first place.

“do you want a drink or anything?” he asks as he passes the kitchen to put his bag in his room. 

most days, you would follow him straight to his room, sometimes even beating him there, but with how he had been acting, it just didn’t feel right. so you lingered in the living room instead. 

at least, until he pops his head out of the door, and with a reassuring smile surfacing on his lips, he gestures for you to follow. 

“we’ve got water, juice or soda?” he asks as you enter the room, dropping his bag at the foot of his bed. 

“water is fine,” you nod. 

“okay, give me a sec,” he nods back, and having to cram past you to get out of the door, his hand runs down your arm so to not squish you. the touch immediately sends a pulse throughout your body, causing you to let out a small gasp. 

you were just grateful peter was far enough away that he hadn’t heard it, or if he did, he didn’t show it. 

with peter leaving you alone in his room, you take the chance to take it all in like you hadn’t been there before. you drop your bag beside his and slip out of your jacket before falling into a stupor on his bed. 

peter’s room had always been comforting to you, though, since the blip, it didn’t quite feel like it was his anymore. 

like everyone else that tragically disappeared, peter lost the majority of his belongings, as did you, but he no longer had any of his action figures or comic books. even the nerdy science posters that you would pick on him for, or his lego models - all the things that made peter’s room… his… was all gone. 

shaking away the thoughts, you bury yourself in the comfort of his sheets, letting your fingers dance across the cotton as you wait for him to return. but when you move to grab your phone from your jacket pocket, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention. 

it was the smallest glimmer of something red inside his closet, and the door was only open a crack, but it was enough to make your thoughts go wild. 

was it possible that peter had bought you something for valentine’s day and this whole thing was just a ruse to get you alone with him? were ned and mj in on it? or had he decided against it, thinking that maybe it was too much, and that’s why it was hidden away in his closet?

perhaps that was why he had been acting so strange and why he had been pretending like today was nothing but any other regular day?

however, before you get the chance to relieve your suspicions, peter walks back in with two glasses of water, and when he sees that you had already made yourself comfortable, he draws in his bottom lip as a nervous smile takes hold of his features. 

“something tells me you have absolutely no intention of studying,” he shakes his head. 

“something tells me you’re right.” you pat the spot beside you, and he obliges, pulling his laptop from the desk beside the bed and finding a movie for you both to watch. 

while you enjoyed laying with peter in comfortable silence, watching the film he had chosen, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was in his closet. the tiny sliver of red teasing you from between the slats, begging for you to confront it. 

nevertheless, it takes two hours for peter to finally leave the room again, and within that time, he hadn’t mentioned it at all. which only made you all the more curious. 

so the second he stepped out of the room, you set into motion to find out what it was he was hiding. and you knew you shouldn’t have, but not knowing was killing you, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

you tip-toe across the floor, avoiding the creaky spot in the middle, and after a deep breath, you slowly open the door. though, what you were expecting to be a heart-shaped balloon or a cute stuffed animal that said something like ‘be my valentine?’ on the front, was far from what you had imagined. 

instead, hanging on the metal rod was a suit. a suit that you would recognise absolutely anywhere with it’s distinct red and black colours, and who could forget the unmistakable mask with its intricate detailing. 

then it hits you, and a shiver of realisation rolls down your spine. 

setting out a gasp, you drop the suit to the floor and stumble back into the bed, knocking over a book in the process. you couldn’t believe what you had just discovered, and you barely get a moment to collect yourself before peter comes running to the door. 

“hey, are you-” he stops the second he sees the suit, his smile falling as he takes in your bewildered state and it transforms into a look of horror. 

“peter, i-”

“shit,” he exhales, cutting you off as he reaches for the material and throws it back into his closet as fast as he can, despite knowing that the damage was already done. “don’t look at that. that’s nothing. completely and totally nothing.”

“peter, was that - are you?” you try to get the words out, but you’re still in so much shock that it seems near impossible to do so.

“no. nope. It’s not…” he shakes his head rapidly, leaning against the closet now. “it was, uh, it was a gift from may. she knows i like superheroes, so, y'know?”

“peter…”

“it’s nothing, really. i promise. it was just a-”

“peter…”

“i was thinking of maybe even wearing it for halloween this year, what do you think? you could go as black widow, or umm, captain marvel?”

“peter!” this time when you say his name, he stops talking, realising that there was no way he was going to get out of this. and if he did, it would be a miracle. but you were smart, smart enough not to believe the nonsense that was pouring out of his mouth, and know that this was for real. 

his head falls with defeat, and he drags himself to sit beside you. the air was heavy now, filled with worry as he tried to choose his words carefully. there were only so many ways you could tell someone you had a secret identity being a superhero and he had wanted to do it perfectly - but most importantly, not like this. 

“look, i - i hated not being able to tell you but if everyone knew who i was then my life wouldn’t be the same anymore." 

"but, this is me we’re talking about peter. i’m the same person that knows you still wear star wars underwear, and that you secretly love it when i choose to watch twilight on movie night.” you sigh, shoulders slumping slightly. “you can tell me anything.”

his eyes soften at your remark, and the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “i know, but i wanted… i wanted to keep you safe. there are bad guys out there that would like to come after spider-man and you knowing who i am, only puts you in danger." 

"who else knows?" 

"may, ned and… mj.”

“mj?” you retort. 

“to be fair, i didn’t tell her. she worked it out herself and i swore her to secrecy so don’t be angry at her for not telling you.” he raises a finger to further prove his point. “i was actually planning on telling you about it tonight, but every time i thought about it, i got nervous and i couldn’t do it.”

“so that’s why you’ve been acting so weird?” you ask, nudging the boy’s shoulder playfully as relief washes over you. “and here i am thinking that it was me. the only reason i looked in your closet was because i… i thought… never mind it’s stupid.”

he chuckles, “no. you have to tell me now!”

you let your head fall back for a moment, and after letting out a deep breath, you sway your head back down. “okay. i saw the red through the cracks and i thought that maybe… it was a valentine’s day present. i know we never really put a label on… us… but i just, i don’t know, i thought that maybe that’s where we were and-”

your words turn into muffles as peter presses his lips to yours in a swift movement, and you’re taken back by his actions but you don’t push him off. your body feels electric and you kiss him back with a smile, sinking into it more before he pulls away. 

he doesn’t pull back much, and instead, rests his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath. your heart thumps in your chest and you’re still so close that you were sharing the same air. 

peter had kissed you many of times before, some of them turning into heated make-out sessions but this was different to any of those. this had purpose. 

“sorry, you were rambling and i couldn’t help myself.” a coy smile flashes across his face for a moment, before being replaced with a look of uncertainty. “was that enough for you to see how i feel about you? or would you rather i change my relationship status too? or i could just post to the entire world about how much i love you?”

upon hearing the words, you pull away and a shallow gasp escapes you. you weren’t sure if peter had meant to say it, but whether he did or not, it was out there now and your heart pangs inside your chest as your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“you love me?” you say between breaths and disbelief in your eyes. 

he lets out a nervous laugh as his cheeks redden, and his fingers play with the folds of his shirt. “i mean, yeah… you’re kinda my favourite person in existence. it’d be hard not to.”

“really?”

he nods and walks back over to the closet. “yeah. also if you had of looked in the other side of my closet you would’ve seen this…" 

you watch as he opens the closet door to reveal a beautiful bouquet of white and red flowers all wrapped up in bright red paper.

"i was going to give it to you when i told you about… y'know…” he widens his eyes. “but you sort of did that for me… plus, there was also this.”

this time he pulls out a small bag, something that you’d find at a jewellery store, and hands it to you. you look to him as though to be asking permission to open it, and he nods, gesturing for you to do so before leaning against his desk. 

“it’s not a lot, and i’ve been saving for a while now to get it for you, but if you don’t like it then we can exchange it or get something else…”

opening the bag, you find a small box with gold detailing around the sides. and when you open it, inside sits a bracelet decorated with charms, but the one in the middle, that you can’t really see unless you’re looking close enough is a 'p’.

after a moment of basking in the sentiment of it all, you lean back and give him a warm smile. 

“i love it,” you say, tears slowly starting to brim your eyes as your mouth involuntarily starts to crease. “and i love you.”

“yeah?” peter’s brows twitch, his eyes never leaving yours, and he lifts your palm to his lips for a feather-light kiss. he barely touches you, but it sets your skin alight. 

then all of your focus is on him as you stand to meet him, enveloping him in another kiss. hands moving along his chest to fall behind his neck as he wraps his own around your waist and holds you tight. pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. 

when you do finally pull apart, he clasps the bracelet around your wrist before you slide your fingers through his, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. 

“so, since you have two identities does that mean i get double the love?” you let out a small chuckle and peter matches it. 

“i think i could manage that.” he says and places one more kiss on the tip of your nose. 

[frost-queen]

Starcrossed lovers // part 6 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: Peter and Peter decide to join forces to go look for you at the sanctum's door, hoping Strange would have you. Yet they are faced with a rude reality that you might not even be in this timeline. [series list]

“The portal!” – Peter three called out, walking over to the edge, pointing down. – “That was one of the sorcerers portals right?” – Peter three asked to clarify he was right. Peter one furrowed his brows. – “Dr. Strange.” – Peter one cleared out. – “Yes!” – Peter three exclaimed, snapping his fingers at Peter. – “How? He… he doesn’t even know who she is!” – Peter one called out, knowing his spell made sure of that. Peter three rushed up to Peter once more.

“You saw it too! The orange glowing portal! That’s his! He must have her!” – he made clear, doing his utter best to not yell at Peter for not seeing it so clear. – “For what reason? He doesn’t care one bit for her!” – Peter spoke back. – “Maybe… maybe he saw her falling and decided to help a girl in danger?” – Peter three let out as it just needed to fit in his head. It just had to be true.

Peter groaned softly, looking away. Peter three grabbed him by his shirt. – “You care for Y/n too right?” – he asked. – “I do!” – Peter one shouted back, pushing Peter’s hands off him. – “Then isn’t it worth finding out? Please… help me find her.” – he begged. – “Don’t… don’t you want her back…”  

“I do!” – Peter one exclaimed moving to the edge of the roof. – “And I’m going alone.” – he finished. Peter three’s eyes widened with fright. – “What no!” – he called out shooting a web at Peter. The web sticking on his hip. Peter groaned pulling the web off him. Frustrated he turned back to Peter. – “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t come back here Y/n would be save!” – Peter acted out.

“Go home.” – He said on a softer tone, closer to a hush. Already turning his body away from him. – “Peter wait!” – Peter three said making his fellow spiderman pause. – “Look… we… we don’t have to fight. We both want the same thing. We both care much for Y/n and want her save more than anything.” – Peter spoke smiling sheepishly with a hint of sadness.

“But you want…” – Peter one cut in making Peter three hold his hand up, knowing exactly what he was going to say. – “I know… I know… you’ve told me numerous times. I want to take her from you.” – he finished with a bit of saddened humour.

“She doesn’t belong in your timeline, you must know that.” – Peter begged. Peter slightly lowered his head with a faint smile. – “Yeah…” – he said admitting to the truth, but that didn’t want him to have you less. – “I…I just want to love again.” – Peter three ended as it captivated Peter one. Thinking back of MJ himself. It made him close his eyes brief with a deep sigh. – “Let’s find Y/n first. Then we’ll work it out.” – Peter one proposed. – “Absolutely.” – Peter three agreed with a goofy smile.

No matter how hard he tried to hide his excitement, he couldn’t. – “So where does this sorcerer of yours live?” – Peter three asked joining the edge of the roof with Peter one. – “177A Bleecker street.” – Peter one said. Both spiderman jumped down. Two webs shot out, sticking to a building as they came soaring upwards again. Swinging from building to building to get to the sanctum. Hoping that you would be there. Peter three took an observing eye of the neighbourhood.

Trying to link it to his own time line. If there were any differences and how grand they were. The sanctum emerged in view as it stood stall in the street. Both Peters dropped down in an alleyway to not draw any attention. Peter one took one tentative glace at Peter three in his bodysuit. Shaking his head, he threw him a shirt from his backpack.

“Try not to drawn any attention to yourself.” – he said throwing the shirt at him. Peter three caught the shirt, looking at the picture on it before putting it on without a complaint. Peter was walking closer towards the street from out of the alleyway. Peter three right behind him. He felt him breathing down his neck as he was scouting the streets. It made him sigh loud, turning around and pushing him slightly back by his chest. – “Let me do the  talking.” – Peter one suggested. – “Sure.” – Peter three gave in.

“Lead the way.” – he gestured to the streets. Peter one took a deep breath, leaving the alleyway to go knock on the sorcerers door. Peter grabbed the handle and knocked it loud against the door. Peter three furrowed his brows when there wasn’t an immediate response. Peter one noticed it too. – “Maybe you didn’t knock loud enough?” – Peter three said. – “I knocked loud enough.” – Peter one bit back.

“It doesn’t look like you did.” – he answered pulling his shoulders up. – “Try again.” – he nudged him, elbow in his side. – “I’m not going to knock again.” – Peter one called out. Peter three moved his hand out to the door over his shoulder. – “Just knock again. Maybe he didn’t hear cause he was busy with his spells?” – Peter three proclaimed grabbing the handle as he wanted to knock again.

The handle got slipped out of his grip when the door opened. – “Oh I heard.” – the voice spoke as the boys blinked surprised at him. – “Strange.” – Peter one called out with a hopeful smile. – “That is doctor to you.” – he made clear with much seriousness. Peter one cleared his throat. – “Sorry… Dr. Strange.” – he corrected. Dr. Strange sighed deep, looking briefly up to the sky. – “What do you want?”

“We are here for Y/n.” – Peter three said. – “Who?” – Dr. Strange answered visibly confused. Peter one looked disappointed knowing he wouldn’t remember you. – “Y/n. We know you have her doctor. We saw her fall through one of your portals.” – Peter three explained rather direct. Dr. Strange felt a bit offended. Peter three wasn’t going to wait for an answer, brushing past Peter and Dr. Strange.

Pushing the door further open as he let himself in. Peter one smiled sheepishly embarrassed at the sorcerer. – “Oh do let yourself in.” – Strange replied sarcastically. Peter one mouthed an apology as he entered as well making Strange roll his eyes. – “Of course. Do barge in. Have a cup of tea. Want a sleepover?” – he mumbled sarcastically at himself whilst closing the door. – “Y/n? Y/n? Where are you?” – Peter three shouted for your attention.

“I already told you, I don’t know any Y/n.” – Dr. Strange replied following after Peter to make sure he wouldn’t snoop in places he shouldn’t. – “We know you have her!” – Peter three answered loudly. His reaction made Stephen grab Peter three by his wrist before he could look around more. – “What is going on? And I want a fair explanation.” – he demanded to know.

Peter one moved forwards. – “Well you see…” – he began explaining everything. Telling Strange things of the spell and the battle before the spell went active anyways. He tried to give him details from previous battles with the Avengers, but Strange didn’t recall a spiderman being around. – “Then who is he?” – Strange asked, pointing at Peter three. Peter three took over, explaining. Strange’s eyes widened with each word he said about travel through parallel universes.

Peter one kept a careful eye on him. Seeing how he wasn’t freaking out or at least not as much as he thought he would. After the explanation Strange only hummed thoughtfully. Processing all the newly received information. – “So… you have her right?” – Peter one asked. – “I’m sorry kid, but I do not.” – he answered. – “You… you said a portal caught her…” – Strange spoke out loud.

“Like this one?” – he moved his hands forwards, letting one hand move in a circle motion as a portal opened with orange edges. – “Yes!” – Both Peter’s exclaimed. Strange closed the portal once more, humming deep. – “I didn’t caught her.” – he mumbled to himself. Both Peters looked at each other, slowly realizing that you might not be here at all. – “Then where is she?” – Peter three asked with worry and slightly panicing.

Chains clattered against the ground as the woman tried to hassle her restraints. There were loud footsteps approaching. It made you gasp loud, moving back against the wall. Your chain restraints rippling heavy over the ground. It felt ominous when the cloaked figure entered the room. He was holding out a tray. He first went over to the other lady, kneeling down before her. He placed the tray down, moving his hands to the fabric in her mouth, gagging her.

He freed her from it as she panted loud. – “Let me go Stephen!” – she said beggingly. – “You know I can’t Christine.” – he replied patting her head. – “You had your chance, but you chose power and your ego over me! I moved on Stephen, so should you.” – she called out. Strange grabbed her tight by the throat as a reaction. Having heard something he didn’t like, making him snap.

Christine looked frightful at him, moving her glance over to you beside her against the wall. Strange followed her gaze to you. – “She can’t help you.” – he said slowly releasing his grip from around her throat. Christine gasped loud, coughing to suck as much air back in as she could. He shoved the tray closer to her. Christine looked proudly away.

Strange kicked at her tray as it her food got smudged over the floor. It made her look pitiful at the waisted food, she so desperately craved, but wanting to have some self-control had the upper hand. – “What do you want with me?” – you called out to him, feeling bold enough to speak up to him. If Christine had the strength to go against him, so could you.

Strange quirked his brow up. Showing more wrinkles on his pale forehead that there should be assuming his age. – “With you, nothing much. You are just collateral damage for when that spiderboy of yours comes back. For he has something I want.” – Strange smiled giving you shivers. The thought of him hurting Peter made it all just too real for you.

It made you struggle against your restraints. Strange chuckled at your pathetic attempt, taking his leave as he heard you curse and scream, but he knew you couldn’t do anything to stop it. All he had to do was wait. Wait for the spiderman to finally realize he needs to return home.

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Angsty/Sad imagine idea for insomniac!peter parker

Reader dies in his arms or he visits her grave for the first time and he says something like "we weren't supposed to end like this" and its just sad....

😭 this ask made me sad but also excited to write! Thanks for requesting it.

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"How is Spider-Man supposed to reach us in time?" The woman tied up next to you quivered in fear. "Those assholes having been taunting their guns for the last twenty minutes... oh God..."

You never worried if Peter would show up to rescue you in time. Ever since Fisk had gotten jailed, multiple up-and-coming criminals had taken this as their chance to shine.

Unfortunately for you, that meant being kidnapped or harassed, and often you'd get out of those situations thanks to the police- but being Spider-Man's girlfriend sometimes had it's privileges, namely that you could text him discreetly for help and he'd be on his way.

You always felt bad about it. You knew there were worse, harsher things happening out there. But Peter always insisted that you ask for help.

Usually it would end in a quick brawl, and you'd be safely thwipped into his arms, no harm done as you'd swing back to your apartment in safety.

This time, though? It's a lot more serious. These thugs want to "directly send a message to Spider-Man", and it's by poor luck that they've discovered your connection to him.

Every once in a while, they taunt you, but you're sure Peter will rescue you. You've sent him a text and he's read it- he must be frantically swinging right now.

"He's coming, don't worry." You try to comfort the woman beside you, but to no avail- she mutters that Spider-Man doesn't deserve a girlfriend if this is what happens to her, and that you need higher standards.

"This one's getting too confident, boss." One of the thugs kicks your side after hearing your remark, and you wince. "Being pretty won't save you now, bitch."

The woman next to you shrieks in fear- but she suddenly gasps in relief, and you see him, red-and-blue Spider-Man saviour swinging directly to the intersection you're currently kneeling at.

"I've got you, stay down!" Spider-Man shouts at you and the other hostages. He doesn't have a hint of his usual, tension-breaking humour, and it fills you with dread.

The pavement hurts your knees, but you stay down, not wanting to draw attention now as Spider-Man attacks and webs up your kidnappers. He's putting a lot more emphasis into his punches- it seems like they've really ruffled his feathers this time.

Of course, Peter's actually furious- he doesn't know how they figured out your connection to him, and he's desperate to take you away and hide you somewhere safe.

He wonders if he can convince you to move to New Jersey.

After a blur of punches, Peter sees that there's just one more guy to defeat- he swings forward, the guy shoots his gun, a flurry of bullets ricocheting everywhere, and Peter doesn't care about the sudden searing pain in his side- he takes him down.

He turns- hoping that you're still okay to go home now- but the woman next to you is crying hysterically, pointing to your slumped over body.

Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no.

Peter starts running, not with the confident poise of Spider-Man, but with the fear of a young man about to lose the one person he truly, truly cared about.

He scrambles over the pavement, where you're lying in a pool of your own blood, gunshot wounds scattered across your body- it just seems unnecessarily unfair, so needlessly cruel that the universe decided that you would take all those bullets. They should've hit him- he would've gladly taken every single shot.

"No, no. Please-" Peter squeezes your hand, as you look up at him, tears falling out of your eyes. Your face is ghostly pale, you're shuddering- but you still have enough time to say something.

"Keep... going..." You try, because you don't want Peter to blame himself for your own stupidity.

"No. Please, somebody help her!" Peter shouts, gritting his teeth, and there's nobody left here but him and you. Everyone else has ran off- and Peter's too shaken to call an ambulance at this moment. "I don't know what to do, don't- don't-"

You know what he means, and you're trying. You're using all your might to not die here, to let yourself be rescued and healed. But you can't let Peter stay agonized like this, not when he means so much to people, not when he protects so much more than just you, so you use your last reserve of energy to speak, even though he tries to shush you.

"New York... needs... you."

"I need you!" Peter yells, and you can tell he's crying under the mask. "It should've been me, I could've taken it- please don't-"

But Peter's luck always runs out, and it seems like the universe wants him to lose even more than he ever has. Your grip loosens from his hand, your eyes glaze over, and even though he sobs, clings on to you even more tightly- you just aren't there to hug him back this time.

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It's been a month since Peter lost you so unceremoniously.

He stares at your gravestone in disbelief. None of this feels real- he was sure that if anyone in this world had to die from random criminals, it should've been him.

All the time, he feels like he's waiting for a phone call from you. He still swings by your apartment- your things have been removed, he can see that through the window.

Even though he saw your body being taken away into the ambulance, where you were immediately proclaimed dead, and he was at your funeral. It's like the reality of the situation is refusing to sink in his mind.

Even worse, he's taken out his rage on every petty criminal that comes his way now, as Spider-Man. J. Jonah Jameson loves it, calls him even more of a vengeance on the city, and that he should be behind bars.

Peter would be behind bars gladly if it meant you would've been safe. Maybe being Spider-Man was a mistake.

But he can't forget your last words. The last thing Peter would ever do is disappoint you, and he knows what you wanted. That he would keep protecting the city, that he would keep going despite it all.

Damn it, he hates you sometimes. Hates that you still know how to inspire hope in him, that you're such a significant presence in his heart that you're permanently etched there now. He hates how much he loves you, and how he's going to forever listen to you.

He just wishes you were here to see it through.

"We weren't supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be me and you, together, living a full life." He whispers. "It... it was supposed to be us, and our kids, our grandkids, hell even great grandkids, and then, only then, would I accept it. That we would be allowed to-"

He still can't bring himself to say die. So he lets himself swallow the agony, the sobs that always threaten to ebb out of his throat, and rests another bouquet of flowers at your grave.