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cunaeparker · 5 years ago

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Roomies | P. Parker

A/N: blurb time !!!!!

this is god awful but i haven't posted for awhile so here this is LMAO .

this is from may 2019 so excuse the cringe please and thank YOU

Summary: Peter Parker and his roommate’s endeavours.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: idek i put this all together and left out the rly cringy parts

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Rooming with Peter Parker would include:

— Fighting.

Peter likes to take very long showers. He takes them before classes and at night, usually around the same time Y/N likes to - and in the early mornings, she definitely knows he's taking a hell of a long time just to piss her off. Unfortunately, she's quite used to it because it seems to occur quite often, but on the rare occasion, it gets under her skin and twists her nerves too much for her own liking.

Oh, and we won't even get started on the grocery store and liquor budgeting.

Y/N pounded on the bathroom door with her fists.

Struggling to pull her pants up over her ass as she hopped aimlessly outside the door, trying to save some time, small frustrated groans left her mouth as she wriggled her barely clothed hips around the denim.

"Hurry up, Parker!" she whined, now jumping up and down as her pants didn't seem to want to go over her ass, "I have class in 20 minutes and the drive to campus is like, a good 25!"

"Fuck off and wait!" Peter retorted with a snicker as he lathered some more of her mango body wash up his arms. "You should've gotten up earlier."

"Yeah, but you know I suck at planning!" Y/N cried, leaning back against the bathroom door as she threw her sleep shirt off, "Could you not be an asshole for a few minutes?"

"Could you not bang against the door for a few minutes?" Peter laughed, mocking the young woman waiting outside, "I'm just trying to relax. Settle down."

"How can I when I'm going to be late - oh, fuck it. I really do hate you, you know that right?" Y/N said sharply, slamming her foot against the bathroom door before throwing on some random t-shirt lying on the floor. "You literally suck more than my physics professor."

"I know, Y/N," Peter smirked, "You've told me multiple times."

She groaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her eyes with her bruised knuckles.

"Fucking hell— just... Parker, I'm going to be late," she hissed, pounding her foot against the quivering door again as she threw her dark blonde hair up into a ponytail. "My prof's gonna kill me when he sees all the classes I've been late to. And in fucking MIT, of all places -"

Y/N stopped when she heard the faint sound of someone humming - coming from the echoey tiled washroom.

"Are you -" she started in disbelief, "If you tell me that you're humming fucking Ramones instead of listening to me, I will blast this goddamn door open."

She pressed a shaky finger against the door only to hear no reply, except for the pattering of the shower water and the growing humming sound of 'Blitzkrieg Bop.'

Y/N's hands retracted from the splintered synthetic fibre of a door, clenching her knuckles into fists and bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet.

She let out a frustrated groan.

"Peter!"

"What?"

"Hurry the fuck up!"

Silence.

"Do you have a fucking deathwish, may I ask?"

"No, but you're reminding me a lot of that one villain I fought the other day, who's a serial killer," Peter commented offhandedly, chuckling softly to himself before closing up the soap bottle with a click and putting it onto the shelf. "It's funny."

"Serial...?" Y/N thought out, frowning; before dismissing her thoughts with an exasperated shake of her head. "I'm not a goddamn serial killer."

"But you act like one."

Y/N scoffed.

"When have I ever acted like a serial killer?"

There was a short silence.

"Remember that one time you were drunk two days ago? Shit, actually - you probably don't, but I specifically remember you trying to attack me."

"That's because you were drunk too, you idiot! You were trying to fight everyone in the bar and someone had to stop it!"

"I didn't think you went about the most... orthodox way, though."

Y/N cupped her hands over her mouth and let out a muffled scream.

"Okay," she grumbled, "I don't want to hear about your stupid drunken analogies or argue about shower privileges. Just get out, please?"

There was a short silence.

Until Peter snorted.

"Sorry, sorry," Peter choked out, covering his grin with the back of his hand to stop himself, "It's not funny. It's not funny."

He said the second sentence with a straight face, trying to convince himself not to make the seething young woman more upset, knowing the consequences - but he eventually erupted into a fit of giggles.

"Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry, don't kill me -"

"I really feel like you have a suicide pact with Gwen Stacy," she gritted her teeth as she slammed her fist against the door again with one last definitive hit. "You both are really pissing me off—"

A sudden squeak of the tap signaled the end of Peter's shower and Y/N's words.

He stepped out.

Peter was followed by a trail of translucent steam, and when she finally got a good look at him, he was shaking out his wet brown curls as a towel hung dangerously low around his waist - not leaving much to the imagination, in true Parker fashion.

But she was used to it.

And now was definitely not the time for wandering thoughts - no matter how alluring the sight itself actually was.

"Now you get out? Really?" she scoffed, glaring at Peter as she jut out a hip.

"I mean... yeah," Peter replied, raising his eyebrows slowly, "I uh, I like to take my time? And you obviously could've left earlier -"

"Okay okay, this isn't about me, it's about you."

Obviously ignoring her statement, Peter shrugged and walked over towards his side of the room.

"Why are you still waiting then?" he asked nonchalantly, throwing a shirt over his defined chest as his muscles contracted with his arms. "Take a shower now, if you're that persistent. I- I guess."

Y/N could tell that the boy stammered because of his underlying fear. Not of anything else in the room, but because of what she was capable of.

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, now I don't have any time left, thanks to your need to... relax," she glared, putting finger quotes around 'relax.' "You're really an ass sometimes, Parker."

"I'm really not. You're just overdramatic -"

She raised her eyebrows and sliced her hand through the air underneath her throat, indicating that she wanted him to stop talking.

He closed his mouth and glanced at her tiredly.

Though sometimes a lot, Peter was used to his best friend's antics.

She turned away from the boy and grabbed her keys from off the kitchen counter.

"I'll see you in a few hours," she muttered, slinging her bag around her shoulder as she wrapped a hand around the doorknob. "Don't do anything dumb."

"I'll leave that bit to you."

Y/N let out a harsh laugh.

"Funny."

She threw the door open and slammed it on her way out, leaving a muttered string of curse words in her wake.

— Parties.

Since the both of you are broke young adults, hosting parties in a small apartment isn't exactly your forte.

There's a stigma around university kids partying all the time, and though you don't usually party a lot, you go all out when you do. You and Pete have similar friend groups, having been roommates for about two years; and your friends have become Peter's friends and likewise with his. So, you two usually end up attending parties together.

"I feel dead," Peter says, slowly drawing out his words as he stares forwards in an obvious haze. completely encapsulated by the vibrant strobe lights illuminating the wall. His arm brings a drink up to his mouth, taking a long sip, and then he looks down at you.

"I think I might pass out, Y/N. That's not good. I—" he hiccups, eyes widening as he stumbles against your shoulders, "have a t-tummy bug too, and now my stummy hurts a lot."

The messy haired boy leans up against your side, shaking slightly as he takes in shallow breaths— clearly having trouble inhaling and exhaling. You frown a little, remembering specifically that you told Peter to do whatever he wants except to smoke cigarettes, because that fucks people up bad... but there are worse drugs at this particular party. Like that tab earlier.

"Awe, Pete..." Smiling pitifully, you lift your hand and gently run your fingers through his damp brown hair. He leans into your touch.

You've had a rough night too, which had involved taking some lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD, but you find saying the chemicals sounds cooler) and the juana. So you're feeling particularly empathetic at the moment. Attempting to subtly look up at him, you notice his hair is a little damp and his forehead is covered in droplets of sweat. His cheekbones are somehow more prominent in the lighting.

You smile.

"I feel like a bee, so I think you're okay," you say, your body buzzing. You smile lazily up at Peter as he wraps an arm around your waist. The feeling was nice.

Peter's lips turn down into a frown. "Really?"

He rubs a circle with his thumbs on your bare waist.

"Mhm," you hum, trying to contain a smile. You bite your lip.

The confidence of alcohol and weed is insane. Sober, you would never get this touchy with Peter, and likewise with him, but, you're under the influence.

You weave your fingers through Peter's damp hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, smiling softly. Loud music and the haziness of the party make you drowsy, causing you to yawn quietly and lean forward into his chest.

"M' tired, Pete," you mumble, running your hands up and down his chest as you close your eyes. Feeling his hands running up and down against your back, and the warmth seeping through your sheer fabric top; you can't help but let out a content sigh.

You smile sleepily.

"Hey, hey, don't fall asleep on me now," Peter says softly, his quiet voice against your ear giving you a slight shiver. He lightly nudges you off him.

You frown in response, eyes still closed against his chest. "W-what?" You wrap your arms around his waist in need for more warmth. "Where are we going?"

"Home," Peter says gently, softly rubbing your back. He takes your arm and wraps it around his neck. "Here, just hold onto me," he whispers, smiling at your sleepy hum in response.

Guiding you through the crowd of intoxicated adults, the last thing you feel before you're out is the inexplicable feeling of warmth.

— Movie Nights.

Studying and revising took weeks. So as a calm-down method, you and your roommate proposed an all-out movie night that occurs every two months.

Popcorn popped in the shitty microwave, semi-melted ice cream tubs were displayed on the coffee table, and dollar store chips were poured into large bowls. It was your favourite night of the month.

Movie night.

You tossed some woven blankets onto the couch and propped pillows up on the ends. Looking proudly down at your work, you grabbed a bowl of chips and shoved a handful of Miss Vickie's into your mouth.

"Do you have a movie picked?" you asked Peter, trying your best not to spew chip crumbs all over the couch. Climbing to the side, amusedly watching him pick a movie, you poked the back of his head.

"What?" he bit his lip as he absentmindedly rifled through the old DVD collection.

You smiled, gulping down your chips. "Did you pick out a movie yet?"

Peter glanced at you, plucking a movie out of its box and handing it to you. The cover was familiar.

"Yeah," he said, sitting back against the couch. He smirked. "Anna Karenina."

You stared at him incredulously.

He shrugged.

"Peter, I think we both know the only reason you want to watch this is because you're horny," you accused, raising an eyebrow.

The past few weeks have been... interesting, to say the least, and you figured out something new. Your apartment has very thin walls.

"So what if I am horny?" Peter quipped cheekily, sitting up straighter. He grabbed a handful of chips.

"Just don't drag me into it. Please."

Peter stood up and sat down on the couch. He grabbed the chip bowl, and looking into it, he frowned.

"I guess you already got into the Miss Vickie's, then," he deadpanned, settling into the couch as the movie began.

"Like you would save any for me anyways," you scoffed, narrowing your eyes and reaching for a chocolate. "Also, you're a shit, Pete. Stop ignoring my pleads regarding your horniness,"

He grinned.

Sitting down beside him, you smugly snatched the bowl of chips from his lap and put it on yours.

"Hey!" Peter exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows and reaching his arms out across your body to grab it. "It was mine first!"

You let out a laugh, laying your head on his shoulder. "Not really."

You chuckled, grabbing a large handful of chips (much to Peter's content). His childish reaction made you burst out loud in laughter. Smirking, you hit his side. "You touched my boob."

Peter went silent. You could tell he was trying to come up with a witty remark, but you could also tell he was blushing. He usually doesn't blush much, so you knew you hit a certain spot.

"I d-did not!"

Burying your face deeper into his neck, you smiled. His reactions are always, always, priceless.

"You're funny, Parker. The only time I've heard you stutter is when it's related to shit like this, you know."

Peter's mouth opened, though nothing came out. He hesitated. "Y-yeah maybe, but I'm- uh, also not a virgin, Y/N," he squeaked out uncomfortably.

And honestly, on the inside you were stunned. You did expect Peter to have done some things, ur you weren't expecting him to say it so casually. Well, more awkwardly. But he still admitted it.

Staring at him incredulously, you barked out laugh. "I did not want to know that, nor was I expecting that. But thanks for sharing, I guess," you teased, pulling the blanket over the both of your legs.

Peter hesitantly leaned towards you, face turning a vivid red. You laughed. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer, you felt his heart beating faster than it was before. "Get over here, not-a-virgin," he blushed again, "I'm freaking cold."

You felt him uncertainly wrap an arm around your waist. Pulling him closer into you, it just felt... natural? Yeah, natural.

And soon enough, you both completely melted into each other. Peter had an arm over your shoulder. A few minutes later you adjusted your position and laid your head on his lap as he gently weaved his fingers through your hair.

It was a nice feeling.

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years ago

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Dear Peter Parker - 13 - Good For You

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor (yes, keeping his name)

Word Count: 1,612

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It was finally the day of the big fundraising event. Everything was set and on schedule. It was great.

People started arriving, his aunt included. As soon as just about everyone had arrived and was seated Pepper gave a heartwarming speech about how grateful she was for everyone coming to support them and the charity.

Everything was going smoothly. Well it was until Pepper and Tony asked Peter to introduce them to his aunt.

That caused a spike in his nerves. It could be fine, so long as they didn’t say anything that would cause Aunt May to get upset with him. There wasn’t much they could say, right?

He nodded, “Sure,” then guided them over to the table she was at with M.J. and Ned and some other people he didn’t know. “Aunt May, this is Mr. and Mrs. Stark,” He said, getting her attention. “This is my Aunt May.” He said, turning to your parents.

“Hi May,” you greeted, happily holding onto Peter’s arm. You seemed excited about something, but Peter couldn’t figure out why.

“Hello,” May greeted, getting up.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Pepper said, shaking May’s hand.

“Likewise,” She added.

“You’ve got a great kid,” Tony offered.

May nodded. “Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Peter blushed a little. He definitely didn’t want them only talking about him, but he figured they didn’t have much else to talk about.

“Thank you for inviting me,” May said. “It’s a wonderful thing you’re doing.”

“It’s all Peter,” Pepper told her. “He’s really done so much for us and for Connor. You should be very proud of him.”

“Oh, I am.”

“May, Peter’s been such a great help to us,” Tony started. “We aren’t sure how to repay him for everything… so we want to offer Connor’s college fund to him.”

Peter’s head whipped around to look at Tony, his eyes wide. You bounced slightly against your boyfriend, it clicked in his mind that this was what you were so excited about.

“What?” Both Peter and May said at the same time.

To say that they’d also grabbed the attention of his friends at the table would be an understatement.

“Y/N told us that it would be the perfect way to extend our gratitude. I think she’s right. There’s no reason you should have to stress over paying for college. Peter’s done so much good. It’s better that the money goes to him than to just be kept in a bank probably to never be touched. Please, we won’t take no for an answer.” Pepper took hold of May’s hands. “We want to help you, like Peter has helped us.”

May didn’t even know what to say. She was dumbfounded. She cast a glance over to her nephew. His expression was the same. “I can’t accept that.”

Tony put his hand on her shoulder. “Look, you might not want the help, I understand that, but please accept this gift. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just money to us, we don’t need it. I’d rather Peter get the best education he can without any worry. He’s brilliant, I want to see him do something with that.”

Tears filled May’s eyes. Only Peter knew they were out of frustration. He sunk in his skin some. May nodded. As much as she wanted to say no, she knew that these people would not take her answer and just end up giving it to him no matter what. “Thank you, We’ll repay every penny.”

“Nonsense,” Pepper said, wide smile on her face. She pulled May into a hug. “You’re practically like family now, especially if these two stick it out, which I’m sure you’ve seen how they look at each other. Reminds me of Tony and I.” She said the last part quietly, but you and Peter still heard, blushes on both your faces to prove it.

May only nodded. “Peter, thank Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

“Thank you,” Peter said.

Tony pat Peter on the back, and Pepper followed up with a hug.

He saw both his friends out of the corner of his eye, they looked pissed.

Peter ended up talking to almost every person there. All of them praising him for the work he was doing. Which he offered credit to his friends, which got a lot of people talking to them too.

It was only as things were starting to settle down that Ned finally found Peter alone to talk to him. “You’re something else you know that?”

“What?” Peter asked, confused.

“Some guy that we hated dies, and suddenly you’ve got everything you ever wanted. You got money for college. The girl of your dreams. His death was the best thing to ever happen to you. It’s great Peter. Too bad it was all built on lies. What do you think would happen if they found out the truth?”

Peter stared at his friend.

“Because M.J. and I were talking, and of course I’m a good friend and didn’t rat you out. But she said she was looking at those emails and it turns out she thinks something about them isn’t right. What do you think would happen if I told her the truth?”

“Ned, please… I know you’re really mad at me, but I-”

“No buts, Pete. How about an apology.” Ned didn’t bother waiting for one, figuring he wouldn’t get it anyway.

Peter’s night only got better once he and May arrived home. She was silent the entire way back, but the second they were inside she started on him.

“I can’t believe this, Peter. Did you really have to tell them that we didn’t have money for you to go to college?!”

“I-I didn’t!” Peter countered, not exactly a lie.

“I’m mortified that I just had to shut up and accept it! You didn’t even say anything! Did you know they were going to do that?!”

“No! May stop! I had no clue! Sorry my girlfriend asked me why you kept pushing me about scholarships! I didn’t tell her to ask her parents to give me money!”

“No but you knew they had money and really thought they wouldn’t try something like that? And what’s all this about them treating you the way they do? You aren’t their child.”

“Sorry they actually make me feel welcomed and accepted and they’re actually there!” He hadn’t meant to say it, but he found he couldn’t stop. “It’s better than them not being here at all!”

May silenced herself.

Peter didn’t wait for her to gather her thoughts before he stormed off to his room.

Minutes later he received a text from M.J. ‘Ya know, I really don’t appreciate you taking all the credit for everything Ned and I have done. Frankly, Peter, it all seems fake to me. Connor said he was getting better in those emails. So, if that was true why did he kill himself. I’ll figure it out, just wait.’

It was a threat, one he could not have hovering over his mind. He texted Ned first, telling him that he was sorry, he meant it.

Thankfully, Ned let it go, until he followed up with asking him to help him fix the emails.

‘Peter, I’m done. Figure it out yourself or let M.J. expose the truth… Connor wasn’t getting better like you wrote in those emails. Your fake friendship couldn’t save that. I’m done the charade, figure it out yourself. You wanted a friend so bad, maybe you should realize you’re pushing the only ones you have away.”

His words hit Peter hard. He needed to come up with something, and fast. He finally responded to M.J. ‘I’m sorry that you made me give a speech and now everyone thinks I’m the face of this thing. I appreciate everything you and Ned have done. I’m sorry I’ve been so wrapped up in things that I forgot to say thank you. But thank you. Every person I spoke with tonight I told you guys were really the ones to do everything! I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I appreciate it and I’m sure Connor would too. I don’t know what you want me to tell you about you thinking it was fake. I was friends with Connor and I hate that I couldn’t stop him from doing what he did. Just because he said he was getting better in those emails, doesn’t mean that when he did it there weren’t reasons.”

She never answered back.

That night Peter’s mind converged. It started with his aunt.

“I’m so glad you’re living the best life, Peter. The one you always wanted and couldn’t have. You abandoned me without a second thought. They rescued you and are giving you everything I never could. And you say what you need to, no care about how I feel!”

He tried to run, but it was no use, she was there and he was stuck.

Then M.J. appeared.

“Take your apologies and shove them, Peter. You aren’t sorry. Are you having fun? You’ve been dragging me along this whole time. Doing all the hard work for you. You aren’t the only one that feels invisible.”

“You’ve been playing me, and M.J. and Y/N and most especially your Aunt and the Stark’s this whole time!” Ned yelled at him. “Oh, but the Stark’s love you! So forget about the rest of us! Crush us and leave us behind!”

“I’ll shut up and let you go, would that be good for you?” May asked.

“We’ll let you run the show,” Ned and M.J. stated in sync.

Peter was panicking, he curled up on the dark ground. “I need time to think! Everything is falling off the track! I can’t erase what I’ve done! Please! How can I fix this?!”

He woke with a start, gasping for air. He needed to fix this.

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joylessholland · 7 years ago

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Disagreement (P.P. short)

PETERPARKERXREADER

(775 words- i know really short, but i just really wanted to see how writing Peter au is)

Warnings:Swearing (i think thats it)

A/N: I’m posting this really on a whim, i got an idea for a series and i wanted to post this first to see if peopel like the way i write Peter. I didnt edit this or proof read so it prob sucks. Forbidden part two is coming out Tuesday, and my first seasonal imagine is come sometime this week!

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Climbing the stairs to Peter’s building you sigh, was this really what you wanted to do? What if he said no? Where would you go? Knocking on the door your hands began to shake. The door swings open revealing Peter standing cash in hand “Pizza-a, [Y/N] what are you doing here? You don’t have my pizza, right?” before you could explain your “situation” tears began to fall from your eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong” he asked pulling you into a hug “I-I-I, he-he, w-we” you let out a loud sob “Okay, come inside”

Peter drops you on the couch “Let’s try this again, what happened” taking a deep breath you collect yourself a little “Mickey he, he cheated on me, and…and I had nowhere to go” you whimper “Oh, [Y/N] that guys an asshole, a really stupid asshole” he shushed rubbing you back “I just don’t know what I did wrong” you cried. To see you like this broke his heart “None of this is your fault, Mickey is the dumbest guy in the world.” He assured you. Laughing you look Peter in the eyes “Thanks Peter, you’re the best” hugging him he blushes. The doorbell rings and Peter gets up “Do you think it the pizza guy or another beautiful girl who need a shoulder to cry on?” his question made your cheeks heat up and giggle.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N] to the office please” the principals voice boomed over the PA system. A chorus of whispers and taunts sounded through the class. On the walk to the office you see a wall that has a large crack in it. In the office Peter is sat in one of the chairs with a busted lip and a small cut on his eye brow “Peter what the hell” you rush to him knelling you look over his wounds. Hissing when you poke at the gash on his brow the door to the principal’s office opens and Mickey walks out a black eye ever present on his face. Glaring at him Peter is called into the small office.

“Why did you do that” you asked Peter when you caught him outside school “We had a little disagreement.” He said crossing the street. “Hey, he could have killed you.” You snap “I’m tougher than I look [Y/N], just forget it.” Grabbing his arm, you turn him around “Tell me now” Peter sighs and kicks a rock “I don’t like the way he treated you, and I heard him talking about you so I told him to stay away from you. He threw the first punch.” “but you threw the last” you giggled walking with Peter arm and arm.

Throwing an ice pack at Peter you pull the first aid kit out of the cabinet, “They patched me up at school” Peter said waving you off “You mean the gym teacher threw you a band aid and said walk it off” nodding slightly he gives a fake smile “You didn’t have to do that, but…thanks. That was brave, stupid but brave.” Disinfecting his cut, you look around the apartment “When’s May coming back?” you ask sticking a band-aid on his head “Tomorrow, thank god. I don’t have to deal with her freak out about this yet”

“Can I stay?” you mumble into Peters side as the credits of Alien 3 rolled “Well, do you, I would…sure” he finally said “Thanks, I don’t feel like going home.” Peter looked like he was going to say something but then stopped himself smiling and standing “One more?” he asked grabbing the next movie “Sure” you nod

Feeling your way through the darkness of Peters apartment you come to what you think is his room. Turns out it was the bathroom, turning you try to picture the apartment and the layout “a Left” you whisper to yourself. Coming to the door you slowly creek It open, inside the light is on and Peter is nowhere to be found. You were just in the bathroom and he wasn’t there, was he? Walking over to his bed you see a tiny stuffed kitty, remembering the day you got it for him you laugh. He was sick and couldn’t come to school so Ned and you brought him this to make him feel better.

Yawning you get into bed, the sheets smelled like Peter, it made you happy and soon it lulled you to sleep. Flipping on your other side and opening your eyes you see kneeling on the ground by the door is Peter wearing a red and blue suit, sitting with a jolt “Peter” you gasp when you speak the figure straightens and tenses “Not again”

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theshakykid · 2 years ago

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 6

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Slightly smutty

Why did Peter agree to it in the first place? He could've just declined and walked out. But no, he had to be a people pleaser.

He stood in front of the bed. His shaking hands struggled to hold the camera up.

(Y/N) was sitting on the bed, right in the center. Her hands were tangled in her (H/C) hair and her legs were crossed, hiding the very thing he wanted to see. Her face held a seductive look. And she was wearing absolutely nothing except for the pendant.

Peter's senses were all over the place.

"How's this pose?" she asked, switching up to a hunched over pose that covered her chest.

"Yeah, it's ok," Peter breathed out.

"Wait, I know something better. Come up here."

Peter walked up to the bed and climbed in. (Y/N) laid down on the bed and pushed her chest up. Her hands were spread out, and one of her legs were hiked up over the other.

"Put your legs around me. I want a picture from above."

Peter took a deep breath and climbed over (Y/N). If it weren't for her casual look Peter would've melted, then and there.

He angled the camera above her and clicked twice.

"Give me your hand."

"What?" Peter squeaked.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed his hand. She pushed it onto her neck and angled her head sideways.

"How's this?" she asked, grinning.

Peter didn't say anything and clicked another photo. It was a little blurry as he had to take it with one hand, but that's the last thing he was worrying about now. The huge bulge in the middle of his pants was definitely noticeable now.

(Y/N) looked down and smirked a little before getting out of the bed. She put a pink robe on and looked over Peter to see the photos.

They weren't bad. But Peter couldn't care less. He just wanted to go back to his room and take care of his situation.

"These are great. I love them," (Y/N) said.

"Thanks."

"Would you like to grab a coffee now? I'm craving some caffeine."

Peter looked at (Y/N) with huge eyes.

"I- I can't. I need to help Ned with something," Peter replied, placing the camera back in the drawer. "We can try some other time though."

(Y/N) shrugged and climbed back into the bed.

"I'll just call them to get it here then."

Peter nodded and waved a bye before leaving. He barely made it out of (Y/N)’s room without tripping over his own feet. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing with everything that had just happened. Why did he agree to this in the first place?

But before he could even begin processing his thoughts, he heard her voice.

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 5

Warning: Mentions of naked people lol.

Peter saw (Y/N) three days later. She was lounging on the main deck, her head immersed in a book. Huge black sunglasses framed her face. Her white sundress was slightly sheer, leaving Peter's face a burning red.

He walked past her, hiding his face behind the photo album he was holding. Peter was too concerned with not getting noticed that he didn't see the woman standing in front.

"Oh my- Watch where you're going," the woman yelled, pushing him out of the way.

His mission of not getting noticed was now futile.

"Peter?! Hey, it's been quite some time since we've seen. I tried looking for you, but this ship is huge," (Y/N) giggled, removing the sunglasses off her face.

"H... Hey (Y/N), I was a little busy with some things so... uhm... yeah," Peter answered, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Come on, why are you still standing there? Sit here."

Peter reluctantly walked up to her and sat down on the nearest chair. He placed his album behind him, trying to hide it from her.

"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just an album."

"An album? Of what?"

"Some... Uh... photos. That I took."

"Okay, you can't say that and not show me," (Y/N) grinned.

Peter sighed and opened it. He knew there was no way for him to deter her from looking at it.

He flipped through to the first page, gesturing her to get closer. The photo was of an old woman. Her hair almost completely white, save for a few strands in front of her face. She is sitting on a chair under a tree. A crochet hook hung from her hands.

"This is Bridget. I met her when I went to Germany."

"Is that a spruce tree?"

Peter hummed and replied, "She sits under it till the sun sets, waiting for her husband to return home."

"Is he not going to come back?"

"No, he died during the Vietnam War," Peter replied, his mouth upturned into a poignant smile. He flipped to the next photo. A man in his forties. He's sitting in a bar. The neon pink hair tie around his wrist contrasted against the light-yellow beer he was holding.

"This is Ivan. Met him at a Russian bar. He lost his daughter to cancer a few years back. He carries one of her scrunchies wherever he goes."

(Y/N) looked at the picture, and then up at Peter. For somebody who claims to be a casual photographer, he's really good at capturing the feel of the person being photographed.

Peter flipped through some more photos of people, but as soon as he reached the middle of the book, he quickly closed it.

"Wait, what happened? Is that all?" (Y/N) asked, confused why he did that.

"Uh yeah, yeah. That's it. I didn't take anymore," Peter replied, his fingers fiddling with each other.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes and grabbed the book before he could stop her.

She flipped past the middle of the book to be met with-

"Is this a naked woman?!" (Y/N) gasped, getting distasteful looks from the people nearby.

"Shh, don't yell that out loud! Yes, it is. And before you call me a perv-"

"Uh, too late, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! It's art, ok? Like those photos we saw below deck."

"Uh huh, right," (Y/N) gazed at him with squinted eyes, not believing his claims.

"Fine, look at the next one," Peter tensed, taking the book from her hands. He went to the next page, and the one after that.

It was photos of women... and men.... either half-naked or completely nude. But (Y/N) could see what Peter was implying. It wasn't anything lewd or vulgar. It was simply, art.

"D... Do you understand now?" Peter squeaked; worry etched into his crimson face.

"Mm, Sort of."

"At least you don't think of me as a perv?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Peter let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, ignoring (Y/N)'s look of amusement.

"Hey, what did you mean by that?" Peter started. He sat upright again and balanced his photo album on his lap.

"By what?"

"That day in the bar. You said it was quite some time since you truly smiled?"

(Y/N) took in a deep breath.

"Nothing. I was just drunk," she replied, her mouth drawn into a thin line. Her face suddenly lit up, almost as quickly as it went down. "Hey, let's do something. Come on, follow me."

Peter sighed and got up, following her out of the main deck. He already knew it was going to be something crazy. Fortunately, he liked crazy.

"Can I know where exactly we're going?" Peter asked, walking with a slight skip to his step.

"My room," (Y/N) grinned.

They stopped in front of a white door. (Y/N) swiped her key card and got in. It was a big suite. There was only one bedroom and bathroom, but it was much more spacious compared to Peter's place.

"What do you want to do?" Peter asked, sitting on her bed.

"Can you take a photo of me?" (Y/N) asked, grabbing a camera from one of the cupboards. "This camera belongs to my fiancé, Sean. You met him in that bar, remember? I want you to take a photo of me with this."

"Uhm, ok sure. Just sit somewhere and strike a pose," Peter shrugged. He took the camera and adjusted the settings.

"But there's a catch," (Y/N) said with a glint in her eye.

"Which is?"

"You should take a photo of me, wearing this necklace."

(Y/N) held up a blue pendant necklace. The locket was in the shape of a heart. The blue gemstone glistened under the sunlight coming in through the window.

"Wearing only this."

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theshakykid · 2 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Fluff-💐; Angst-🌧; AU-💫

PETER PARKER

Distant 🌧

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back. [Complete]

En Route 💫

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Titanic AU (Sort of)

Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else. [On-going]

SOLANGELO

His Clutch on My Heart 💫

Bonnie and Clyde AU (Loosely inspired)

Nico di Angelo had always walked the line between darkness and light. And then he found Will Solace. His blue eyes always peering at him with fascination rather than fear. Together, they plunge into a whirlwind of violence and passion, forcing them to confront not just the chaos around them, but the chaotic love blooming between them.

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theshakykid · 2 years ago

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 4

Warning: None.

Cindy Sherman.

One of the photographers considered to be a part of the 'Pictures Generation'.

Sherman's photographs of feminine vulnerability and sexuality is extremely detailed and still extensively studied at famous art institutions.

Her Untitled Film Still #52 is Peter's favorite. Something about the photograph exudes sensuality and passion.

Of course, disclosing this information to anyone is bound to welcome mockery.

"Yeahh, no. You're just horny," (Y/N) grinned.

"No, you don't understand. This picture right here, is one of the greatest art pieces ever made," Peter argued.

The huge frame hung on the walls of the ship's cargo hold. Peter and (Y/N) came across the photograph during their adventures aboard the ship.

"You art boys are the same. Gawking at naked women in the guise of studying human anatomy," (Y/N) teased, walking past the frame to another similar photograph. "What's this? Another nude? What's the so-called story behind this art boy?"

"That's from Julia SH. She's an award-winning artist."

(Y/N) shook her head and laughed before moving on to the other cargo on the ship.

"This is more boring than I thought. There's nothing interesting here," (Y/N) remarked.

"Hey, the photos were plenty interesting."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and marched out of the cargo hold. "How about we sneak into the bar?"

"Why are we sneaking? We are of age."

"Because it's fun. Come on."

(Y/N) and Peter tip-toed past the security onto the main deck and slinked into the bar.

"Okay wow, this place is louder than I thought," Peter yelled over the music. (Y/N) pulled him by the arm and walked to the bartender.

"Two shots of tequila please," she ordered.

"Uhm (Y/N), I don't really want to drink right now."

"Oh, come on! Let loose a little, art boy."

Getting drunk and endangering the mission was the last thing Peter wanted. But it's been sometime since he let himself relax and forget everything, so maybe just one shot will be fine.

"Fine, I'll take just one."

Peter chugged it down and asked for another. A recipe for disaster but he was already in too deep to care. He looked over at (Y/N) to see her downing her third shot. She looked cute with her (H/C) hair tied up in a ponytail, grinning at him like he's all that she sees.

"You know, it's been sometime since I've smiled like this," she said, her jolly smile turning into a poignant one.

Peter didn't know if he should ask her to elaborate or just leave it at that. He decided to hint at it later, when she wasn't drunk out of her mind.

It was probably on the fifth or sixth shot when he came.

"(Y/N)?" a gruff voice sounded from behind Peter.

"Sean! I didn't know you were here," (Y/N) exclaimed drunkenly.

Peter turned around to see a young man, around the same age as him. His green eyes drooped a little, his steps a little tipsy. His white t-shirt stretched around his chest and his blonde hair was scuffed up.

He was a lot more handsome than Peter.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you either. I thought you didn't like drinking. Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Peter. He's here for some business thing. Peter, this is Sean. He is my fiancé."

Oh, she's engaged.

"Looks like you guys are having fun," Sean remarked distastefully.

(Y/N) draped her hands over the counter and gestured at the bartender for more shots, completely ignoring Sean's glower.

"Hey (Y/N), I just remembered I have something to attend to, how about we meet up again later?" Peter said. Sean is definitely not glad to see his fiancée with someone else.

"But we just started! Stay for some more Pete. Come on Sean, tell him," (Y/N) pleaded.

"It's ok (Y/N), we'll see him again later. Thanks for taking care of her Peter," Sean jeered.

Peter nodded and left, his cheeks burning. He walked past the numerous rooms to his own.

He swiped the key card and opened the door to meet a tired Ned on his couch.

"Hey Peter, how was your date?" he jested.

"Good, if you count running around the ship a date. Oh, and she's engaged Ned. Engaged," Peter huffed, slumping down on a chair.

"Wait, what?" Ned exclaimed, sitting up straight. "But she looks so young."

"Yeah, and she is young. But that's not the problem here, is it? Anyway, it's just a slight infatuation. She's attractive, yes, but she probably hates Star Wars or eats Hawaiian pizza or something."

"Right. Keep pretending. So uhm, I have the Lego Death Star in my room. Do you wanna help me put them together? I mean, assuming you're a Star Wars fan because you like, mentioned that-"

"Yes! Distract me, Ned. I think I'll die of disappointment," Peter dramatized, his hands falling over his eyes.

"That's sounds so wrong, but whatever. Come on, let's celebrate your rejection," Ned laughed, dragging Peter out the room.

"Wait, how did you get into my room?"

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theshakykid · 2 years ago

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 3

Warning: None.

"This place is usually crowded, but I reserved it for tonight," (Y/N) said when Peter entered.

He smiled and took a seat near the window.

"So, what would you like me to sing?" (Y/N) asked.

"I don't know. Anything you're comfortable with."

"Hmm... I think Elton John suits this atmosphere the best."

(Y/N) took a seat next to Peter and threw her arm over the chair.

"Wise men say..."

The song faded to the background as Peter's mind took him back 6 months.

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It was the last class of the day.

Today was his and MJ's two-year anniversary, and he couldn't wait to go back to their shared apartment. Tony had given him a day off, saying he deserved it.

The bell started ringing, drowning Professor Carl's voice.

"The deadline has been extended to next month, so I need all of you to do the best. Remember, my office doors are always open..."

Peter didn't wait for him to finish before he darted out the door. As he walked out of the university campus to the blue building nearby, all he could think of was how he was going to make today special. He had never truly been in a long-term relationship.

Gwen only lasted two months before she had to leave for college, and he destroyed all chances he had with Liz when he put her father in prison.

The building's lobby speakers were playing 'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elton John. Peter's grin widened, it was his and MJ's song. It was the song that was playing during their first dance, the time he asked her out and the first time they kissed.

Peter knocked twice before he opened the door to the apartment.

He was nearing the hall when he heard the voices.

"Harry please, you really got to go. He's gonna come at any time."

"I'm not leaving till you say you'll break up with him soon! How long can we keep this up MJ?"

"Harry, it's our two-year anniversary today. You know I can't do this to him."

"So you want me to just stand there and watch while you play around with my best friend?"

"Uhm, what's going on?" Peter asked, his smile dropping.

"Peter! Hey, how was class today? Harry was just stopping by to wish us. He's gonna leave now, right?" MJ squeaked.

"R..right. Yeah, was just about to leave," Harry replied, grabbing his signature Yankees cap.

"You aren't gonna wait to see the break up?" Peter quipped, his face now contorted into a frown.

"W..what? Break up, what are you talking about?" MJ asked, her fingers playing with each other. A nervous quirk she always had. Something Peter always found endearing, but not so much anymore.

"Drop it Michelle, I heard everything," Peter said. His voice devoid of the usual playful tone. "Wh... When?"

"5 months back," MJ replied, her now teary eyes flicking towards Harry.

"5 months? So, all those times you said you loved me, all those times you kissed me... You were cheating on me? With my best friend?"

"Peter, we didn't expect it to last this long," Harry intervened.

"Get out."

"Peter please, just listen."

"Get. Out."

MJ gave him a tearful glance before walking past him. Harry led her out the door, looking back at Peter guiltily before following her out.

They couldn't even wait till the anniversary celebration was over, could they?

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Peter snapped back to the present when he saw a hand flaying in front of him.

"Uhm, Peter? I... finished the song... 5 minutes back," (Y/N) pointed out, her eyes filled with concern.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. The song brings back some memories, good and bad," Peter said, not meeting (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No no, it's alright. It was amazing by the way. The song. Your voice has a lovely tone."

"Thanks," she remarked, grinning. "So, do you have something to do now? I was thinking maybe we could explore the ship together."

"Yeah, sure. I was probably going to binge watch something in my room anyway. How about we start from the lowest deck?"

@harrystylescherrie @arlo-sanders

A/N: Not proofread, feel free to point out any mistakes.

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theshakykid · 3 years ago

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 1

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world's largest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark's deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: None.

A/N: Okay, so this is kinda like my spin on the Titanic AU. There might be scenes which resemble scenes from the movie...

"Peter Parker," one of the men standing at the entrance of the ship called out.

"Here," Peter replied, dragging the two suitcases atop the ship's landing board.

"You know Tony Stark?" the man asked, tipping his glasses down a little.

"Um yeah, he's my mentor."

"Alright, he has upgraded your ticket to premium, just grab your key from the counter at the entrance and move to your cabin. Our staff will help direct you."

Peter nodded and took his ticket back. He grabbed a key and walked to the cabins. This is the first time he's going on a cruise alone, and he could already picture the crew throwing him out. Last time he came on a cruise like this, he burned the kitchen and drained an entire pool. And that was with the Avengers around.

He opened his room and started arranging all the important items in the drawers. The cruise was only for two weeks, so he didn't have to unpack everything.

"Hey," someone said from behind him.

Peter turned around to see a young man around his age. He was grinning widely at him, and tipped his brown hat when Peter smiled back.

"I'm Ned, and we're neighbors. I thought it'd be good to introduce myself, and I don't have anybody to hang out with anyway, so..."

"I'm Peter. You can get in by the way. And close the door while at it."

"Yeah, sure. So, why did you decide to come on this trip? I've always wanted to go on a cruise. I was originally not supposed to have a suite and stuff, but my grandmother upgraded my ticket. She's crazy rich."

Good, he's talkative. Peter didn't have to do much talking then.

"I didn't really want to come. But I have to meet someone here."

"Someone important?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask more.

"Oh man, that's so cool. Important as in, spy important? I've always wanted to become a spy! Maybe you could make me the guy in the chair!"

"The guy in the chair?"

"Yeah, you know, the guy who gives information and stuff to the spy through earpieces. I'm really good in technology, so maybe you should consider it."

"I'm sure you'll be of great value," Peter muttered, stuffing expensive watches into the drawer, courtesy of Tony Stark who thought Peter should value time more.

"Hey, the breakfast counters open in 15 minutes. Do you want to join me?"

"Sure," Peter replied. He's thankful he met Ned. 2 weeks alone in a cruise would be pathetic and boring. Besides, he wanted to see how long Ned can tolerate Peter's clumsy antics.

A/N: This chapter is kind of introductory. I wanted to focus on the story this time. I promise (Y/N) will come in the second chapter 😁

@harrystylescherrie @arlo-sanders

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cunaeparker · 5 years ago

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fleetwood mac | peter parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!OC

Summary: In which they bond over fast food and Peter is dragged unwillingly to a party, all the while being infatuated with a certain girl who is too enigmatic for her own good.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Mini Playlist: A Prince by Jorja Smith // Dreams by Fleetwood Mac // Drowse by Queen

this is an entry for @dreamofaprilsblog ‘s writing challenge! i used an oc for this, and i hope you like her ah for other people reading i chose a university!au and dialogue prompt ten, and this is kind of fuckboy!peter but more aware ?? if that makes sense anyway yuhhh get into it

masterlist // latest series

She had this certain magnetic pull that was absolutely entrancing and Peter Parker couldn't figure out why.

He figured it was in the way she presented herself to her peers and classmates, non-bothered and quippy, full lips almost always twitching up into an amused smirk every time some unfortunate pupil brought up a subject she knew nearly everything about, ready to absolutely destroy them in terms of debate.

He figured that it was in the way she carried herself, filled to the brim with confidence and brilliance, so much so he would find it seeping out of her as she walked down the dormitory halls with plethora of textbooks and pencil cases in hand (because she refused a backpack, Peter observed), stuffing and ramming the walking attendees with some newfound surge of confidence.

She was contagious and intoxicating, and though his acquaintances at the university known through fraternities and organic chem classes didn't see her appeal, Peter just knew that they were blinded. He couldn't quite grasp how they missed her profuse level of brilliance and poise. He would bring it up whenever he was given the chance to talk about her, ravishing her and admiring her from afar with the utmost respect, but only before some conceited cock like Harry Osborn would objectify her with a dirty snicker, causing a defensive frown to form on Peter's slightly offended features.

Peter did find it a little pitiful at the end of the day, constantly pining over some girl who had never even acknowledged his existence and was probably too busy to do so, but the thought of her? That was all he needed to keep himself going. She was admirable, and quite even role-model material if not deemed 'too scary' by Peter's frat (it seemed that the men of Zeta Psi at NYU had a type: easily manipulated and gullible freshman blondes). And because of the fact that he was being slightly reprimanded for his unsolicited emotions towards her — it made him want to pursue her further.

Her look and predisposed state of badass-ery was enough to keep him going.

Peter needed to figure out more about the mystery girl sitting alone in the back of his calculus class, who sat with her worn-out vintage Nikes on top of the table seemingly bored out of her mind, playing CoolMathGames on her laptop as she ignored yet another heavy seminar from the professor. There was always a deep frown on her face from the concentration that came with Bloxorz — CoolMath's arguably most unique attribution — as her slim fingers typed at the arrow keys quickly and tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her large oversized jean jacket would usually hide her in its warmth and shield her away from the rest of the class by enveloping her lean shoulders in some type of elaborate dome, dark blonde hair strewn across her shoulders, arms usually adorned in some type of sheer white t-shirt that showcased the abstract sleeve of stick and pokes on her arm nicely.

She looked as though she barely tried but with every triumphant smirk she got when she discreetly checked her phone for her exam grade under the table, darting her haunting blue eyes around the large class and no doubt debating on who's grades are better than who's — Peter knew that she was brilliant. A shy few percentages away from prodigious, even.

She was a slacker, yet a young woman who still managed to get outstanding grades in the nick of time. Peter would often wonder if she procrastinated or did all the heavy work in her dorm (assuming she resided in a room near or on-campus - Peter was too nervous to ask her directly). But regardless, her odd tendencies and unique pull made him even more invested.

He had to get to know her, and had to quit his slightly embarrassing habit of enamouring over her in his free time. He couldn't believe a girl he had never even uttered a word to in his life could take such a relentless hold on him.

Which is why, regrettably, he despised having Harry drag him out to the party at the Chi Phi house a few minutes off campus when he knew for a fact that she was studying at the library with her friend (not like his senses had pricked up unexpectedly when he overhead Gwen Stacy and Michelle Jones say her name in business last Thursday or anything). And when Harry Osborn himself showed up unannounced at Peter's apartment, wearing nothing but a smirk and a tight tee that accentuated his collarbones and defined chest, insisting on going to 'a nice party' where Peter knew he would either come back sober as a brick or drunk as the collective high school class that had been going on a rager streak the last week before graduation (Peter could recount that first-hand); he knew he was already reeled in to Harry's manipulative grasp and had no say whatsoever in what he would've liked to do on that Saturday night.

But alas, with a convincing smile and a firm shove of his shoulders towards the apartment door — ushering Peter out of his surprisingly clean haven and promising good things to come that night — he was nudged down the stairs and ushered into Harry's car that smelled strongly of weed. That was his usual on Saturday nights — being dragged unwillingly to a party by Harry and maybe a few other frat members — because really all he wanted to do was sit at home alone, kitchen table sprawled messily with physics notes and AC on max heat, drinking tea and maybe go around quickly on patrol; it took Peter some real self-control to learn to bite his tongue and not complain as Harry sped off towards the frat house (most likely already intoxicated from pregaming at their friend Jack's house based on the erratic way the beat-up car swerved and braked). All Peter wanted to do was to stay at his apartment and study, but again — he was in a fraternity. And really regretted joining.

He knew he acted like he got along with those fools, laughing at whatever derogatory and objectifying remark they would make towards some poor young woman that just happened to dress up a little more sexy than she usually would at a party. Peter would take a sip of his beer and pretend to find their snide and undoubtedly sexist comments amusing, snorting and yelling along with them in typical slightly immature young adult fashion — though his eyes were almost always conflicted as he focused intently on the rim of his glass, biting his lip as he glanced guiltily at the drunken horde of boys tripping over themselves. He would find a black hole of guilt open up inside of him when he found himself in that certain predicament, but he would never — he wouldn't — speak up in fears of being ostracized from the group.

Peter was popular, yes, if not a notorious playboy known around the whole of NYU. He was recognized (unfortunately) for hooking up with nearly everything that breathed. How he gained his reputation was from hard work and nerve wracking encounters with men he had not planned on meeting, though he felt as though it would've been better to remain the nerdy quiet boy that played with Legos — happier, sixteen, and content.

But alas, that's exactly where he did not find himself to be in the future.

Instead, Peter was a twenty year old slut, getting tested for STDs nearly every other month, stuck in a drunken haze where nothing he said or thought mattered, using his fake ID to get into clubs where he would drunkenly fuck absolute bimbos of women that just came to the function to get laid. Yes, it was hypocritical, but again, it was a little true. Peter was a rebound. Constantly.

And that exact same situation is where he found himself now, a Saturday night in March, surprisingly sober among the crowd of reeking adults as he sipped grudgingly on his vodka, standing alone in a corner because of course as soon as they arrived Harry had practically sprinted off to upstairs to fuck his latest infatuation. The windows were closed and caused the whole house to be unnaturally stuffy and slightly claustrophobic, bodies jumping and laughing and shrieking song lyrics rowdily as bass-boosted music pounded and made the house stink of sweat, sex, liquor, and weed. It was Peter's crowd that he had inducted himself to for the past year and he hated it.

The attendees danced intensely with vigour and grit, the girls grinding dirtily against sleazy dudes who were gawking smugly at their inebriated forms; hard-ons painfully obvious as they moaned and giggled filthily.

Peter couldn't help but to roll his eyes and look to the staircase in hopes of escaping to his friend Jack's room (who was a member of the frat), eyes hopeful for a clear path, but the small glimmer in his eyes faded quickly and a deep frown etched his face when he noticed that every single carpeted stair, every single one, was occupied by some sort of couple making out filthily and with enough anticipation for the guarantee that they would escape to some room later to fuck.

Peter groaned and wrinkled his nose.

"Well, don't you look happy," a voice commented. It was a female's voice, words raspy and low and scratchy, confident, intoxicating.... making Peter feel off, though in a good way, of course... it was her. Her.

Peter whipped his head to the side.

He looked her up and down in surprise, mouth hung slightly agape.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming tonight," he said, lips tugging up into a smile of disbelief as he took a sip of his grapefruit vodka and tried not to choke as he felt it burn and scorch down his throat — a distraction for the hopeful backflips his stomach seemed to be doing involuntarily. "Aren't you supposed to be studying with Gwen and MJ right now?"

Peter went to say something else, until he paled as soon as the words left his mouth. His heart began to hammer in a way that was not so sweet, a big opposite from earlier, cold sweat starting to bead at his forehead and grip around Nutrl can tightening — because fuck, he wasn't supposed to mention that he partly knew her schedule. Great, now she thinks he's a stalker, and she's probably going to walk off muttering and tell her friends that Peter Parker is a fucking creep —

"How do you know that?" She asked, tearing Peter from his thoughts, though surprisingly she didn't look perturbed. She raised an eyebrow and sipped slowly on her beer, full lips moving eloquently around the aluminum and defined throat contracting as she swallowed. Small droplets of condensation fell onto her messy dark blonde hair sprawled haphazardly around her shoulders and onto her fair neck, unmarked and gorgeous and practically begging for him to mark with his teeth, to kiss her and nip at her skin and hear her soft whines as her fingers carted firmly through his hair because he knew for a fact she was too strongly-willed to openly moan beneath him.

Peter thought she said something again, but his mind was too focused on her and his previous internal panic sesh, jaw clenching unconsciously as his grip on his beer can tightened, causing it to crumple a little because of his accidental distribution of strength as he tucked his lip in between his teeth. His mouth was salivating but his brain was also arguing for disrespecting her, but the vodka must've already had its effects and he was so overwhelmingly enveloped that all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into —

"Peter?"

Her smooth voice tore him from his thoughts.

With wide eyes he swallowed the small noise that threatened to creep up his throat, swallowing thickly as he drowned in her slightly accusatory gaze, fingers picking at his cuticles in nervous habit though her jade eyes gleamed with something like amusement.

"Yeah?" He responded, raising his eyebrows and looking down at her, trying desperately to ignore the guilty pounding of his heart and intruding thoughts that came out of nowhere. It wasn't like him to think like that, but he had gone without sex for a period that was too long and he was starting to become horny. Well, not horny, because that's different — his odd predicament was more like getting aroused easier.

(So, basically the same thing.)

"Peter."

Peter shifted awkwardly and coughed, pursing his lips and looking anywhere in the room that wasn't her, thinking a single thought like a mantra: reverting. Reverting. Reverting. He was turning back into his pitiful younger self, the nerdy kid that would stutter and recoil whenever a girl spoke to him. She reverted him back to that awful stage and made the notorious playboy turn into a stuttering teenager.

He bounced his leg repeatedly on the floor and bit his lip nervously, still plenty aware of the fact that she was still in front of him and awaiting a reply. Fuck —

She tilted her head to the side and observed him curiously, taking another sip of her lager and eyeing him from over the rim.

She raised an eyebrow. "You zoned out for a minute there."

"Yeah, uh, I - I know. Sorry."

Peter offered her a weak smile, internally cursing at himself for being such a spastic fool, because God — he barely ever stuttered or hesitated with his words anymore; they had become so concise and practiced that it was a rarity when it occurred - a phenomenon - and he usually spoke so eloquently that it quite possibly could've made his past self quiver and cower in fear. But knowing her, or at least what he had observed from her, is that she is a very observant individual; constantly analyzing and processing anything and everything that met her eyes.

So it came as no surprise when the corners of her lips tugged upwards into a small smirk.

"I didn't know the infamous Peter Parker stuttered," she noted, nodding her head as she looked him up and down. "I figured you're too busy sweet talking Cassie Beeman."

Peter's mouth fell open, small smile ghosting his lips in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed as if her statement had been the most incredulous — though it was in fact not. Peter and Cassie's infamous friends with benefits situation had made its rounds because for any unfortunate soul that happened to be walking by Cassie's dorm at approximately 3 a.m on a Sunday would undoubtedly hear Cassie's lewd moans and uncontrolled screaming.

"C'mon, Stevie," he scoffed, joking tone to his raspy voice. "Be rational."

He smiled and assumed he looked fine, if not confident, but behind the teasing drip if his voice was something else — astonishment. He never knew just how good her name could sound on his tongue in the right context, when talking to her, when speaking to Stevie Reese — the girl known for being named after the legendary Fleetwood Mac singer, Steve Nicks.

But, not noticing Peter's wild internal monologue, Stevie nudged his side and laughed, the sweet sound emitting deeply from her throat and making Peter's heart swell. She took another drink from her can and glanced at him through her long lashes.

"But," she raised an eyebrow, grounding him, "I just can't help but to ponder on your sex game, Parker. Who the hell shrieks that loud unless it's fake?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "My sex game is fine, thanks. I can't help that she's so fucking loud. She has massive teeth which allows louder noise, I think? She's like a damn siren, it makes my ears hurt."

She stifled a snort.

"We've all heard her get fucked at some point," she agreed.

He paused. "Is that a jab I hear?

She shrugged, mischievous gleam to her eyes. "Maybe."

"Don't act so innocent, Reese," Peter joked, bringing his drink to his lips.

"Are you implying that I'm a whore, Parker?"

Peter's mouth went dry and his eyes bugged out of his head. God, he did not mean to offend her. He usually speaks so eloquently, but now he fucked it up, and she thinks that he's an asshole who only sweet talks people in order for him to boast about his sex life —

"I'm joking, Peter. Don't have a stroke."

Peter released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"O-Okay. Good," he said, laughing nervously, praying to some higher power that she couldn't notice his anxiousness, though when her eyes narrowed and she raised another inquisitive brow, Peter felt like he was under a bright light that made him blind.

She did that to him — Stevie Reese, eerily glassy navy eyes and curly brown hair and all — made Peter Parker flustered. Or, with simpler terms, a fucking nervous wreck.

"Are you alright?" Stevie asked, furrowing her dark eyebrows and now looking a little concerned. "You keep zoning out." She paused, gaze intensifying, before her eyes widened. She said quickly, "Don't tell me you actually had a stroke. God. Lift an arm up, please. Is your face drooping? I think it's drooping a little."

Peter reached up to feel for his face, actually concerned now (he didn't know why he believed it so easily, whether he was gullible from the alcohol or just plain stupid he did not know).

"Is it actually?"

Stevie's concerned facade faded and a smirk wove it's way onto her elvish features.

"No. You're fine, Parker. Maybe stop drinking."

"Good idea," Peter agreed, letting out a laugh before finishing off his drink.

Stevie rolled her eyes but let him finish nevertheless.

Suddenly, though he didn't know where it came from, Peter was struck with an idea.

"Do you wanna go to McDonald's?" he asked, tossing his empty can behind him.

Stevie tilted her head to the side and wrinkled her nose. "Right now?"

Peter nodded.

Stevie snorted, wobbling a bit on her feet.

"We're not driving there. You're fucked right now and I can't even stand straight."

Peter gave her a look.

She sighed, tucking her lip in between her bottom teeth, contemplating... finally, she groaned and patted Peter's arm, eyes gleaming.

"Alright," she gave in, shrugging. "You're in for a long night. I can't resist a good 2a.m. McD's run."

Peter laughed. "Sounds reasonable."

Stevie continued to peer into his eyes. "If we're going to be friends, you're going to have to bring me the goods on the daily."

"Friends?"

Stevie nodded. "Friends," she confirmed. "I don't take it lightly when someone offers to buy me McDonald's, drunken or not."

Peter laughed again. "Okay, Nicks."

"I'm not Stevie Nicks."

"Do you like Fleetwood Mac?"

"I will throttle you. Get me a McFlurry before the deed is done."

Peter grinned. "Perfect."

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Snogging & the Wrath of Severus Snape | P. Parker

A/N: hogwarts au!!!! yes!!!! i love harry potter so so so much, and im currently reading order of the phoenix for the (literally) eighth time. this takes place during the order of the phoenix, but its more like a oneshot within that time period. theres also an oc instead of an x reader, but only because it looks weird typing out ‘said Y/N coolly.’ yk? its hard to connect with the characters.

but anyways, here we go!!!!!

Summary: In which there are two American students at Hogwarts, and Professor Snape catches them in an awfully compromising position.

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

Warnings: None, some makin’ out yk the basics

Word Count: Approx. 5k

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The two Ilvermorny transfers that had recently been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had the pupils buzzing with excitement.

It was rarity when Hogwarts accepted any new students after first year, less than twenty over the past two centuries; in fact, the overall situation was not far off from phenomenal. The brilliance of the two Ilvermorny students had been duly noted by the professors and students.

So when word got out that two Americans would be joining Hogwarts' student population at the beginning of their seventh year, N.E.W.T year, to be exact, it left them radiating excitement and curiosity; laced with notes of confusion.

"Americans?" the students would ask, "In Hogwarts? Mate, I really hope you're joking. I bet they're spies."

"Ilvermorny? Psh, what a horrid school."

"Did you see that new Ilvermorny boy, Grace? Bloody hell... if I don't talk to him in Transfiguration next class, I will never forgive myself. He's so attractive."

"Do they get sorted with the first-years? Don't they have different houses in America?"

There were lots of questions and confusion, and yes, the transfers were sorted with the first-years as the seventh-years observed from their tables and snickered and giggled at the comical size difference, but thankfully, it all sorted itself out in the end.

The transfers - Peter Parker and Shiloh Purnell - were both fortunately sorted into the same house of Gryffindor and found that the students weren't as intimidating as they seemed.

Yes, it was awfully embarrassing climbing up onto the tiny stool that had their knees folding awkwardly after the first years, and yes, Shiloh had quite a shock when Fred and George Weasley - their fellow housemates - gave her a Puking Pastille against her will a few weeks after classes began to start up. They claimed it was a sweet, but then stated it went bad after she projectile vomited for an hour and a half; failing to inform her that she was, in fact, their testing object.

They said it was for the greater good when she realized that the sweet had not gone bad and was instead made to look a fool. Though, in the end, Shiloh didn't mind because after screaming at them in a way that reminded them irrevocably (and terrifyingly) of their mother, they realized that she had spunk. They admired it and became close friends within the hour.

The year flew by nicely, and was obviously filled with its own share of drama and gossip among the seventh years, because when Lavender Brown, fellow Gryffindor fifth year, caught Peter Parker and Shiloh Purnell snogging in the Room of Requirement after claiming to have needed to use the toilet, it was a pretty widespread rumour for a few weeks. Nearly everyone from third year to seventh year had heard about it because it was rare for the students of Hogwarts to do anything scandalous, but like any other rumour, it simmered down and became a joke within the next few months.

Shiloh found a family in Hogwarts, which was something she didn't quite have at Ilvermorny. She found that nearly everyone had good intention towards one another. Besides for a few House conflicts after a peculiar Quidditch match that caused the Gryffindors and Slytherins to be malicious with one another for while, she really felt at home.

The Weasley twins' infectious personalities and carefree state of being made for a good (though protective), set of friends.

(Words couldn't quite describe how much the Weasley boys teased the Parker boy after the snogging incident.)

And that's where they found themselves now, lounging comfortably by the lake on a warm June day, relishing in the way the water sparkled and how birds chirped from the ancient beech tree shading them all from the unusual summer heat. The hum of students laughing and talking were present and it made for a calm environment the seventh years had been wordlessly craving because their N.E.W.Ts were coming up soon and in saying that they were stressed was an extreme understatement.

Shiloh knew all about the Weasley's plan to ditch before the N.E.W.Ts, so forcing them to study with her was kind of nonsensical, but she enjoyed spending time with them and wanted to hold onto it as much as possible before they left.

So, instead of studying like they meant to initially, conversation within their small group that seemed to congregate randomly changed to the only thing the Weasleys enjoyed talking about: their joke shop.

"No, Fred, I'm just saying that if you used bulbadox juice instead of literal venom you'd be better off," said Peter Parker, voice laced with annoyance and irritation. He furrowed his eyebrows and gestured to the air. "C'mon, you should know not to use something that bad on the twelve year olds."

"I'm trying to get them to vomit, not feel like they have a mild stomachache," Fred scoffed.

"And I'm trying to stop you from poisoning the first-years," responded Peter curtly, raising an eyebrow.

"Bollocks! You got a bloody T on your Potions O.W.L!"

Peter opened his mouth in some predisposed retort, but only before he frowned. He paused.

"OK, that may or may not be true," he admitted."But, I think that consuming venom is something we all know not to do, Fred. It's common sense."

Fred narrowed his eyes and looked as if he wanted to say something more, but instead, he shrugged, leaning back against the weathered bark of the tree currently shading them.

"At least I didn't get a Troll on my Potions exam."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Low blow, Weasley. Low blow."

"C'mon, Parker - don't be a pansy," spoke Angelina Johnson with reason, smirking slightly as her quill sped across a piece of parchment. "It's only the truth."

Peter shot her a glare. He mouthed something inaudible, which was most likely blackmail, because him and Angelina had become pretty close friends thanks to Peter's contribution as Chaser on the Quidditch team He tried out on a whim with encouragement from his fellow transfer and realized with a start that he was quite good.

Angelina shrugged before going back to lean on George's shoulder.

"Your choice, Parker," said Angelina coolly. "We all know you got a T on your Potions. No need to hide it."

"I told you not to tell anyone that for a reason," Peter muttered. "You're a git."

"Likewise," said Angelina.

Shiloh couldn't help the snort that left her lips at Angelina's witty quip, watching their interaction with mirth.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologized quickly, eyes widening and covering her mouth with her hands though her grin still poked through. "It's a little funny. Just a little."

Peter's mouth fell open in disbelief and Angelina's eyes darted towards Rose's with a small pleased smile.

"C'mon, at least try and back me up," said Peter, frowning. "You're supposed to be my friend, not this bastard's ally."

Shiloh laughed, reaching up to tuck an unruly chocolate curl behind his ear. "I am backing you up!"

"Yeah, obviously," said Peter baldly. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so irreverent, I can't believe I didn't notice that before, because your attempts were so obvious -"

"Shut up." Shiloh's full pink lips quirked up into an amused closed-mouth smile, raising an eyebrow and pressing her finger to his lips to shush him. "Don't call Angelina a bastard. I'm sure she can kick you off the Quidditch team as quickly as you joined. Right, Ange?"

Angelina nodded smugly.

Peter scowled and threw the complacent girl a glare. "I was referring to Fred."

Shiloh gave him a look. "Fred doesn't deserve that either."

"That's right, Parker, I don't," interjected Fred, addressing the group with a wave of his hand before saying: "And can you lot stop making goo-goo eyes at each other, too? I think I'm going to vomit."

"That's very true, mate," George agreed, nodding his head vehemently as he pulled a smirking Angelina closer. "We just need to find a way to bottle that mess up and put it in the Puking Pastilles."

"Very smart," said Fred. "Intuitive."

"Thanks," replied George.

Shiloh's lips twitched up into a smirk, giving Peter yet another look before adjusting her legs to lay back down in his lap again.

It was no secret that Peter Parker and Fred Weasley had a love-hate relationship.

When Peter found Shiloh vomiting her lungs out in the common room that one fateful day mid-September, nearly choking to death as her eyes glimmered with involuntary tears, it sparked a feud with the Weasley boy.

It was quite malicious the first few months, filled with rude retorts and slander, but only before Shiloh locked them in the Charms room mid-January after class and made them talk it out. She figured her plan succeeded, because the next morning when she left early to grab her favourite breakfast item that would likely be gone if she went later, she found the two boys lying passed out in the front of the corridor.

They always forgot the password to the common room and without the assistance of some other Gryffindor housemate getting them in their chances of crawling into bed at night were hopeless.

Snoring and drooling as they laid on top of each other, blissfully aware of the Fat Lady's scorning glare, Shiloh knew that they had sorted it out one way or the other.

"They kept me up all night," the painting had said disdainfully.

Shiloh ignored the painting's complaints and instead stepped over the sleeping boys with a delighted hum.

"---But going back to the Puking Pastilles, Peter, I wouldn't recommend using bulbadox juice," someone commented in an almost offended tone, tearing Shiloh from her reminiscing yet again. "It's contents are fatal and actually do contain venom -"

"Oh, shut up, Hermione," scoffed George, "just because you got all 100's in Potions this year doesn't make you all that -"

"Hey, wanker - bugger off," Ron Weasley interjected, narrowing his eyes at his elder brother. "Leave her be."

"Thanks, Ron," Hermione said quietly, giving him a small appreciative smile and patting his shoulder kindly before turning towards George with fire in her eyes. "And just because you're disagreeing with some American who's knowledge and curriculum is different, if not easier - my apologies, Peter - I just want to remind you buffoon that I've gone to Hogwarts for years and have memorized its curriculum. I think I know what I'm talking about."

George looked stunned. It was rare for Hermione to snap, but as soon as the look crossed his face, it left.

"Okay," said George, though his eyes looked unforgiving. He regained his composure and leaned back onto the grass, picking at the petals of a flower he just plucked from the ground. "Sorry, Hermione."

Hermione's eyes were still narrowed and she didn't look completely satisfied because George's apology didn't seem completely genuine, but she brushed it off with a weary sigh.

She smiled tightly. "It's okay, George."

"Thanks. Appreciate it."

Hermione gave the group another taut smile before turning to write something down in her notebook, starting to converse in hushed chatter with Harry and Ron who had also decided to join their 'study date.'

They had been talking in a tight congregated group for what seemed like months, words quiet and suspicious, but honestly, the whole of Gryffindor was used to it. The trio had been notoriously known for their skeptical conversations, because usually the end result nearly killed Harry and endangered the school, but and as of right now, it was probably about that tramp Umbridge whom everyone despised.

Shiloh knew it sounded absurd, but, she really hoped that they would do something about her.

Again, she knew of the Weasley twins' plan to make her life a living hell following their flamboyant departure because she had been planning with them - but she just wished that Harry, Ron and Hermione would do something more. They could probably get away with whatever they did too. Dumbledore had quite a weak spot for the Potter boy.

But, alas - Shioh could only hope the bastard to die. And unfortunately, the chances of that were looking awfully slim. Umbridge's seemingly never-ending "Educational Decrees" were enough to send her reeling off the Astronomy Tower.

But, instead of thinking about that unpleasant Umbridge trollop, Shiloh decided heartily to do something productive.

Nudging Peter's shoulder, pretending to pay close attention to the group's conversation which had been suddenly aimed at a very weary looking Neville, she coughed discreetly.

"Peter," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes. "Do you wanna leave? I think I'm done revising for the day."

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"As in 'leave,'" he responded amusedly, "I'm guessing you mean going to the third floor corridor to make out?"

Shiloh smirked. "Correct."

There was a small silence, but only before Peter interrupted it quickly.

"Let's go then. But please try not to pull another Lavender Brown, yeah?"

"Of course."

Small pause.

"I'm still mad at you for hanging me out to dry earlier."

"Shut up, you git. Let's go."

Shiloh patted his arm firmly and gave him a small smile, getting up with a small huff and announcing their departure with a saddened smile and a brushing off of her robes. She grabbed her notebooks and rested them under her armpit, intertwining Peter's hand with hers (that always seemed to be running at an insanely high temperature for some reason), offering the group an apologetic smile.

"I think we're going to head back up to the dormitory," she announced, addressing the students with a nod of her head. "We're spent -"

"Yeah, from snogging probably," snickered George, looking around at the group. "You two aren't subtle."

"It's almost like you're trying to be obvious," added Fred.

"You're almost like Harry and Cho," Ron spoke with a snigger, nudging Harry's shoulder to which he only smirked lightly and shoved him off. "It's hideous."

"Bugger off," said Shiloh, though she was grinning. "Don't tell me you believe that idiot Lavender Brown idiot. It was a rumour."

"Maybe," shrugged George, "but we also had multiple witnesses say they saw you two snogging behind the restricted books aisle two weeks ago -"

"Leave them alone, George," Hermione snapped suddenly. "This isn't an Auror training course - there's no need to pressure them."

"I'm not saying I'm a damn Auror, Hermione," said George, scowling. "All I'm saying that we all know what they do behind closed doors!"

"Which is extremely intrusive and none of your business!"

"That's rich coming from you! You're a bloody hypocrite!"

The group suddenly broke off into a heated argument. Hermione and George threw retort after retort with the occasional offended gasp from Angelina, and Ron immediately went to cover for Hermione with angered snaps at his brothers. The only ones weren't arguing were Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Neville. Harry regarded the group silently with amusement and Neville only sat still, eyes wide, not entirely sure what to say. Luna was staring at the group, eyes wide and dream-like, humming something terribly familiar to the Slytherin chant 'Weasley is our King,' and Ginny was smirking, like Harry.

The distraction gave Shiloh the perfect opportunity to wrap her hand firmly around Peter's wrist and slink off into the stairwell.

"God, I hate them, I really do," said Shiloh, voice echoing as she walked briskly on the weathered stone though it was laced with good intentions. "I really don't want to hear George's stupid insults right now."

Peter nodded. "It's really overbearing."

"That's the perfect word for it," she said, knocking into his shoulder as their feet bumped from the narrow circumference of the staircase. She sighed. "They're so thick."

Peter stopped climbing and looked at her apologetically for a moment. His eyes softened and she could tell that he wanted to say something more, because his mouth opened and closed silently, but he refrained.

Instead he offered Shilloh a small closed-mouth smile. He brought her hands up to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the pad of the thumb.

"It's okay," said Peter reassuringly, words muffled against her skin. "They're cretins anyways."

Shiloh laughed.

"You're correct," she joked. "But y'know - you're gonna have to learn to like them. They're my friends, too."

"You just insulted them."

"That's different."

Peter laughed hoarsely and flicked a finger at her forehead, rolling his eyes. "You're nearly as irritating as George."

"That's okay. Fred is better."

"I can't even tell the difference."

"Fred has more freckles and a smaller nose."

"Ah."

Shiloh raised an eyebrow and smirked, sauntering towards Peter and resting her forearms on his lean shoulders. He leaned back and rested his back against the aging stone of the stairwell, lips twitching up into a small smirk reminiscent of his girlfriend's - wordlessly agreeing on the same thing.

The third floor corridor snogging session had been relocated to the south stairwell near the dungeons.

"Snog here?" Peter asked quickly, voice breathy and raspy, licking his lips as his brown eyes darted back and forth between Shiloh's, subconsciously moving closer towards her body that radiated delicious warmth. "I think we should. It's a good idea. Yeah."

"Yeah, yeah - good idea," Shiloh whispered, eyes flitting towards Peter's lips. "Really... brilliant idea, yeah."

The mood had changed completely and the thought of any unsuspecting student walking in on their intimate moment was nonexistent. All they wanted was each other and each other's warmth.

At Hogwarts, it was harder to get away with more scandalous things as opposed to Ilvermorny and though the Massachusetts based school was filled with authority the American students - mostly from New York - Peter was from Queens and so was Shi - could find more loopholes in its structuring. But Hogwarts... it was so tightly-knit and focused that it was a lot harder to get away with things.

Which is why Shiloh promptly and defiantly closed the remaining distance between their lips.

Biting Peter's bottom lip and pulling it into her mouth, she heard him let out a small groan, the noise tearing raspily from his throat like she was the only thing that mattered. He reacted immediately and reciprocated with a bruising kiss, huffing a little as he cupped her cheekbones with his hands and pulled her closer.

Shiloh threw her arms over his shoulder and began weaving her fingers through his unruly chocolate curls, unconsciously untangling the ringlets of hair that fell just below the nape of his neck. She heard him groan quietly yet again when she tugged his hair, detaching her lips from his with a distinct 'pop,' lips quirking up into a satisfied smirk as she began peppering feathery kisses down his unmarked neck.

"Shi," he swallowed thickly, "that's... that's really good."

Shiloh frowned at the sudden interruption and hushed him, though her lips were still pulled up into a pleased smirk at the compliment.

"Quiet," she scolded breathily, pinching his arm but only before going back to ravishing his skin in the eager fashion she knew he loved.

Peter closed his eyes and threw his head back, carting his fingers through her hair.

"What if McGonagall finds us again?" he whispered, words low and raspy, "she let us off last time, but looked absolutely livid; she looked like she was going to Stun me into next week -"

"What is this?"

A low, menacing voice made Shiloh squeak. She pulled away quickly from Peter's neck, eyes wide with fear.

At the top of the spiral staircase, beady black eyes narrowed and looking extremely revolted, greasy black hair curtaining his pointed features, was Professor Snape. His face was white with disgust and his mouth was slightly agape, spindly fingers reaching into his robes for his wand, most likely preparing to shun them in the most Umbridge-like way.

"Miss Purnell, what do you doing to Mr Parker's neck?" said Snape coldly, tone accusatory. "You look awfully guilty."

"I'm, uhm..."

Shiloh glanced at Peter helplessly, though he didn't look like much help. She could practically feel his terror permeate through his skin.

"At a loss for words?"

Shiloh's heart pounded and her robes suddenly felt too tight. She looked down at the weathered stone, stomach doing terrified flips.

Biting her lip, shifting uncomfortably, she uttered a small: "No."

Snape's lip curled. "It sure looks like it."

Shiloh persisted her stare at the floor.

She wanted to defy him, to run off and jinx him on the spot, but, she caught her wandering hand inching towards her wand and stopped. The punishment that would follow would be ungodly, and though her dislike for Snape was unmeasurable, she couldn't risk getting whipped by Filch - it could jeopardize her NEWT taking skills, or even worse - make her clean the aftermath of what she knew to be the Weasley twins' leave.

"I won't do it again, Professor," said Shiloh quietly, eyes still trained on her shoes. "We'll be more responsible -"

"Oh, but Miss Purnell, I've heard multiple recounts by teachers - and students - of your ... escapades. I really don't believe that you would cease your actions without proper punishment."

Snape offered them what looked like a tight, forced smile, but really, it looked like a grimace.

"What type of punishments?" Peter spoke suddenly, stepping up and straightening his posture. He narrowed his eyes and his words were laced with defiance. "I'm sure you can't do anything, only Umbridge and Filch are permitted -"

"Idiot boy," snapped Snape, lips pursed tightly. "Do you not think I have the ability to give you detentions? Or supplementary assignments?"

Peter paused. His blood looked as if it was boiling, and his hands were shaking from hatred, paling from anger; it was safe to say the majority of Gryffindor House despised Severus Snape - especially him and Harry Potter.

His terror had only been temporary and now he risked getting the pair in terrible trouble.

"Peter," Shiloh warned quietly, "don't do anything rash, now -"

Peter scowled and brushed Shiloh's hand off his shoulder.

"I understand that we can do other assignments," said Peter heatedly, shaking his head at Shiloh's plea. "I understand that we are in the wrong. But really - what can you do?"

Snape's lip curled into a sneer and his eyes gleamed with loathing.

"Get Potter to lend you some of his temper, Parker?"

A muscle in Peter's jaw jumped and his glare intensified. "No," he said coldly. "But I can see where he comes from. I can't imagine having to be taught by some git like you."

Shiloh bit her lip harshly, drawing blood with a wince in attempts to refrain from gasping. She couldn't believe Peter's behaviour, towards a professor of all people ... especially Snape ...

Snape straightened rigidly and his repulsed glare sharpened.

"I didn't quite understand how you could manage to receive a Troll on your Potions OWL your fifth year, though now -" he sneered, "I completely understand why."

Peter surged forward, eyes alight with anger, wand drawn and fully prepared to hex Snape, but only before Shiloh wrapped her arms around his sturdy frame and miraculously pulled him back.

"Don't do anything you'll end up regretting," hissed Shiloh. "You're going to get us expelled."

Peter quieted.

He still looked ready to fire a hex, wand at the ready and chest heaving with rapid breaths as his movements continued, but at Snape's simple raise of his eyebrow and a dark curl of his lip that made his stomach churn with anger, he ceased.

Snape tutted. "Self-control, Mr Parker," he said coldly, "try listening to Miss Purnell more often, she seems to be ultimately wiser than you."

Peter grunted and moved to surge forward again, but Shiloh held him back.

"Don't listen to him," she whispered desperately, "he's trying to get a rise out of you -"

"Yeah, and he might just succeed if he doesn't shut his mouth -"

"Manners," said Snape, glare indifferent. "I will not hesitate to take you to Filch's office to have you whipped."

Shiloh's eyes widened and she pinched Peter's arm.

"Peter," she hissed, though her words were beseeching. "Don't."

Peter was still glowering and he looked as if he didn't want anything better than to just strike him with good jinx, make him sprout inscent-like feelers or pull an infamous Ginny Weasley Bat-Bogey Hex, maybe, but he knew - and so did Shiloh, but in a more terrified way - that he couldn't.

Shiloh could sense his calming down and relented her tight hold on his robes.

Peter sighed and the angry fire in his brown eyes simmered down to an irritated iciness.

"Sorry, Professor," he muttered. "It won't happen again."

But to both of their surprises, Snape didn't respond; he stepped down the remaining stairs keeping them distanced and placed his wand back in his robes.

"You can't guarantee that it won't happen again," said Snape flatly, narrowly avoiding the pair of students as he continued his spider-like gait down the spiral staircase, "and I have no further proof that you have ever lived up to these promises. That, Parker," he sneered, "is why I am giving you a two-weeks long detention; and tasking you with the annual cleaning out of the Potions jars."

Snape's back was facing them though through Peter's mind's-eye he could see the smug, pleased look on his face.

Peter's eyes narrowed and his mouth opened in protest but with a particularly hard pinch from Shiloh that made him suck in a pained breath, he quieted. Snape's steps down the staircase continued echoing, but then he paused. Feet shuffled around on the stairwell.

"You too, Purnell!" shouted Snape, tone smug, leaving a crest-fallen Rosie to turn and look at Peter.

They didn't say a word to each other, they only stood silently and still, reading each other's faces: Peter looked agitated, though slightly pleased at the fact he had defended himself, and Shiloh looked irritated, though there was an amused air to her almond shaped hazel eyes that made her seem less threatening.

She sighed, and though they had endured what would've been the wrath of Snape if Peter continued his defiant (albeit rude) retorts, she found her lips twitching up into a grin.

"You're an idiot," Shiloh said, features giving off an air of mirth. "You nearly got us whipped."

"Yeah, well. Snape tends to do that to a person."

Shiloh nudged his shoulder and flicked his forehead, letting out a laugh as she intertwined their hands and swung them back and forth.

"Shut up," she said, "if I didn't stop you, you would've gotten us killed -"

"What are you doing, standing here?" a low, ominous voice suddenly shouted threateningly from a few floors down. "Surely you ought to know how to position yourselves; you aren't - Weasley!"

Scampering and snickering off-handedly, what sounded like dozens of feet pounding up the spiral staircase met Shiloh and Peter's ears, making them frown. They furrowed their eyebrows and looked at each other confusedly.

"Was that Snape -- ?"

"Blimey, Snape really gave you hell!"

Shiloh whipped her head around, heart pounding and wand held in the air at the sudden intrusion, but only before being met with a pair of amused brown eyes and fiery red hair, lips twisted up into a grin.

"I though you lot were done for," another voice said, though higher-pitched and undoubtedly more warm. "Snape sounded furious."

The holder of the second voice, Ginny Weasley, crossed her arms and smirked; and the owner of the first voice, George Weasley, persisted his grin.

"I told you not to snog," a raspier voice piped up. "'Knew you would be caught."

"You didn't say anything," said Angelina.

"Yeah, I did," said Fred Weasley, frowning. "I warned them."

"And I got an 'O' on my History of Magic OWL," Lee Jordan offered sarcastically - who heard their arguing voices and couldn't help but to eavesdrop - smiling at the group sardonically.

Angelina and Ginny snickered.

Fred scowled.

"Parker," George called, ignoring his agitated twin's retorts and instead stepping towards the slightly confused brunette with a wide grin, "where the hell did you learn to sound so much like Harry? I thought for a moment that it was him, and had to do a double-take - obviously the accent gave it away but it was still bloody excellent -"

"I think he inhabited Harry's essence for a moment," a dreamy voice interjected, causing George to narrow his eyes and turn around. "An imitation that accurate could only be caused by the Lumbodian sprites, which are small faeries that live in an adolescent male's hair. My father is doing a quite large article on them, see. We plan to publish it after his big exhibition."

Ginny and Shiloh glanced at each other, withholding sniggers.

"Thanks, Luna," said Peter flatly, offering her a weary smile. "That sounds... interesting."

"Oh, yes, it really is."

Luna smiled sweetly, but only before fishing a radish out of her robe pocket and popping it into her mouth. She began humming 'Weasley is our King' and looked at the group expectantly.

"Er - OK," said Fred, peering at Luna with a slightly befuddled quality.

"Anyways," George said, clapping his hands together and thankfully puncturing the awkward silence. He looked at Shiloh. "Snape sounded like he wanted you dead."

"Yeah, well," she shrugged. "Probably did for a moment."

George gazed at her appreciatively.

"Blimey, Shi," said Ron, grinning. "I thought you'd be bloody as hell right now. By the sounds of it, I thought Peter would've done you lot in."

"Thanks," Peter mumbled.

"It did sound bad, Peter," Hermione spoke anxiously. "You're lucky you got off with detention, if it was Harry he'd be whipped raw! That nasty Umbridge woman, permitting that old geriatric to whip students... it's awful."

"Just tell me you didn't see anything," said Shiloh uneasily, biting her lip. "It's worse enough as it is, having you lot hear us get our heads bashed in."

"Oh, we didn't hear much," said Fred, though judging by the way his mouth twisted into a wide, mischievous grin, Shiloh knew what was about to come. "We heard Snape, your weak apology - sorry, Shi - but we also heard Parker's stupid whines."

The group snickered and Shiloh's heart stopped.

Even Luna joined in with their sniggers; who appeared to be looking out the window dreamily moments ago.

"Oh, cut us some slack," said Shiloh, eyes narrowing, though it was a facade - embarrassment flooded her veins. "We weren't even loud."

"If that wasn't loud, I can't imagine what you two sound like shagging," sniggered George. "You have, haven't you? I don't know how you would've, because boys aren't allowed in the girls dormitories, but I just have a hunch."

"Shiloh probably went to Peter's," said Fred.

"Ah, makes sense. Though I wouldn't know how nobody noticed, our beds are surrounded by other people's -"

"Tarantallegra!"

Nor Peter or Shiloh talked to George, whom was dancing erratically, all night.

***

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years ago

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Dear Peter Parker - 17 - So Big/So Small

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Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 461

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When he reached his home Peter was surprised to find May waiting up for him. It was well past 11 and normally she’d be asleep by now. He was expecting yelling when he spotted her, but what he found were tears on her face.

“Peter,” She said quietly.

“S-sorry I was out so late, Aunt May…”

She nodded. “It’s alright… Pepper called me… she told me what happened today.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck with his non casted hand.

“I’m so sorry I never saw how badly you were hurting… She-she told me what you said… I-I don’t want to lose you Peter. You’re all I have, you’ve been the most important person in my life since your parents dropped you off.”

Peter hesitantly took her hands. “Everything is so screwed up May…”

“I know sweetie,” She told him. “Believe me…”

“I see Connor and-and it just reminds me how I could have saved him had I noticed… like-like I wanted someone to notice about me…” Tears welled in Peter’s eyes. It was the first time he’d let his tears free that night. He hadn’t cried at the Stark’s because he felt he didn’t have the right to. But now, well now was different.

“I’m sorry I never noticed it Peter… I-I should have been here more… I should-”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself, please…”

May sighed. “I love you, Peter. I hope you know I never wanted to not be here for you… I just… After losing Ben, I felt so small… the world was too big without him, and here you were with me… and neither of us knew how to process the loss… I didn’t know how to help you grieve when I couldn’t even figure it out for myself… and then all of this about Connor…”

Peter shook his head. “Everything with Connor… it was more about helping the Stark’s, Aunt May... Connor visits me… and he asked me to help people not forget him… I-I wanted to do something for his family and for people that aren’t seen like he wasn’t… like-like I felt I wasn’t… I never meant to get so involved with them… to push you away…”

“I understand, Peter. It’s alright.”

“I’m sorry, so so sorry,” it felt so good to finally be able to talk things out with her, to apologize.

May stood and went over to her nephew. She pulled him into a hug.

Peter released everything he’d been holding in for what felt like years.

“I will always be here for you, Peter. Please don’t ever forget that. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and everything I’ve done was to try and help you…”

“I love you, Aunt May.”

“I love you too.”

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years ago

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Dear Peter Parker - 10 - The Connor Project

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Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 1,977

A/N: OFF HIATUS WILL POST ONE CHAPTER A DAY FOR THE NEXT 9 DAYS! Enjoy!

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(not putting pics for the rest of the chapters but if you have one you think would go well please send it to me and I’ll add it!)

“Peter, what do you want for dinner tonight?” May called from the kitchen.

When he didn’t answer she went back to his room.

He was rushing around trying to get ready. Peter was beyond nervous. It was your first date.

“Pete,” May started again. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not eating here tonight, May, sorry,” he grabbed his keys off his desk and slipped by her out the door. “I’ll be back later.”

She almost stopped him but by the time she registered what happened the door was closing behind him. She released a sigh, “I love you.”

Her statement was left unanswered.

Upon arriving to get you Peter was greeted by Pepper and a big hug.

“How are you, Peter?”

He nodded, “I’m good Mrs. Stark, yourself?”

She pat his cheek. “I’ve been spreading the news about the Connor Project around the company. Everyone thinks it was a fantastic idea. I think we should have a big event here to help you raise money for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, what do you think?”

He spotted you out of the corner of his eye and smiled at you. “Uh, yeah Mrs. Stark, I think that’s an awesome idea. Um, I’ll let MJ know and we can talk about it soon, Y/N and I have plans right now though…” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

You smiled and went over to him. “See ya later, mom,” You grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him away from her. Hoping she wouldn’t try to keep talking about this with him. She was not going to ruin your first date with him.

“Have a nice time,” Pepper said, a soft knowing smile on her face.

You leaned against his side as the elevator sunk to the bottom floor.

Peter smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “So, dinner and then I was thinking we could go walk the highline?”

You smiled back at him, “That sounds great.”

And it was, Peter felt like you were a piece of him that had been missing. The two of you fell into things so easily. It wasn’t awkward like first dates could be, it was sweet and comfortable.

“Tonight was so needed,” You said as Peter walked to to the elevator when your date was over.

He nodded. “Yeah, it was great,” he swung your conjoined hands. “Do… do you wanna do it again?”

Instead of answering you stopped him and pulled him into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

He smiled into it and kissed you back. His hands slipped to your lower back. He never wanted to stop kissing you. If only he could live without oxygen so he could.

“Does that answer your question,” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded, his nose brushed gently against yours. He kissed you one last time for the night before leaving.

Both of you hoping the night went fast so you could see each other in the morning.

As Peter made his way home, he checked his phone. There were more than 20 messages collectively from Ned and MJ. They were all about the Connor Project. He sighed and started to read through them. After such a great night, he really didn’t want to deal with it at the moment. However, he knew MJ and Ned would just be mad at him if he ignored them, so he answered them as he continued on his way home.

The following morning Peter told MJ and Ned about Pepper’s idea.

Immediately, MJ loved it. She couldn’t wait to talk to the woman and plan everything out. It would be great and bring so much awareness to the project.

So, that afternoon the three went home with you to talk to her.

And well, since MJ was the one discussing the majority of stuff with Pepper, he decided to sneak away to see you. It wasn’t until Pepper was calling you for dinner that he realized he got so caught up in you he forgot about his friends. He sent them a quick text, a lie, that you needed his help with something and time escaped him. Well, time did escape him, but hanging out with and making out with you was not helping you with something.

When he arrived home, it was a bit later than he should have been getting home. His aunt was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. His dinner plate left cold on the other side of the table.

“Hey May, sorry… Was working on a project with Ned and MJ,” He lied. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t just tell her the truth.

“Is that really what you were doing?” She asked, not believing him.

Peter frowned and glanced away from her. “Yeah, why?”

“I’m not sure when you started to lie to me so badly, Peter. I give you a lot of freedom. Yet, you keep lying to me.”

“I-I’m not, May, really!” He knew he wasn’t being very convincing.

May inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves, she was upset, she had a right to be. She just wished Peter could talk to her. “I saw the video of you, giving a speech about Connor Stark. Why did you lie to me about knowing him?”

He knew he’d been caught. There was absolutely no denying it.

“How are you gonna get out of this one?” Connor asked beside him now.

“May you’re hardly ever around!” He snapped at her. He hadn't meant to. It was just true. “I got over Uncle Ben just fine without you when you had to start working more and get a second job! There was no reason to tell you about it because what difference would it make?!”

The tears that filled her eyes broke his heart. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. He knew that she was doing everything she possibly could for him. He wasn’t even her blood, and yet she had taken him in and loved him as if he was her own.

“I-,” Peter started, realizing his mistake. Yeah, Uncle Ben being murdered still hurt like hell. Especially because he did have to do that alone, she was concerned about having enough money to still live that everything got swept under a rug. They grieved and it was immediately like it hadn’t happened. It got shoved down inside of him. It really was a reason he hadn’t told her. But it was also because he was still lying no matter what.

She held her hand up to him. “That’s enough, Peter.” She regretted what she had to do since Ben had passed every single day. She just wasn’t able to show that to him. She had a responsibility to keep him safe, and to take care of him. She couldn’t do that if they were poor and living on the streets. She had to prioritize somewhere, and now she knew that she should have put a little bit more priority on Peter. Instead she sent him to a shrink that wasn’t really helping him.

Peter just turned and went to his room, Connor following close behind him.

The following day was saturday. He slipped out of the house early to go meet MJ and Pepper to work out their big event. Which mostly turned into Peter just nodding along to what they were talking about.

Luckily for MJ you were out with some other friends, so Peter didn’t sneak off this time. However, as they were leaving she started on him. “Glad you had some great input about this stuff today, Peter.”

He frowned at her. “What-“

“You don’t really care do you?” She asked, as they exited the building. She stopped in front of the doors though. “All you seem to care about is Y/N.”

“Of course I care about this!” His voice rose an octave. “I’m the one that started this remember?”

“Yeah and after your speech you haven’t done jack. If you weren’t going to participate you didn’t need to bother coming with today. But I’m sure you were just hoping your girlfriend would be there.” She turned on her heel and went in the opposite direction than he would be going.

“Harsh,” Connor said.

Peter sighed and went home. It was only a few hours before he was going to hang out with Ned.

Only, he never showed, because Tony texted him inviting him to dinner.

When he arrived home he noticed he had a slew of messages from his friend.

They started out as worried, but they gradually became angrier and angrier.

When Peter tried to call him, to offer some kind of excuse, he was sent to voicemail.

The following day didn’t get any better for him.

He was just about out the door when May stopped him.

“Where are you going?” She asked. “Did you forget you were supposed to meet with my friend to start applying for scholarships today?”

Peter winced, he had.

“Peter, you know I don’t have the kind of money to pay for you to go to college. You’re too smart to not go, you have to get on this,” May snapped at him, her frustration, she knew was getting out of hand quickly. However, she couldn’t help herself.

“I have to help MJ and Ned with Connor Project stuff,” He lied. He wasn’t sure why. He easily could have texted you and told you he had to help his aunt before he could hang out. But, frankly he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to start doing that stuff yet. He still had to apply for colleges first. Those he wouldn’t hear back from until next school year!

“Of course you do,” May said. “Don’t worry about any other responsibilities you have.”

“Who says I even want to go?” Peter snapped. “I need to get in somewhere first anyway and applying before that costs money itself, May! Something we don’t have! I don’t see why you’re pushing this so much!”

“I’m worried about your future, Peter! I-I can’t take care of you the rest of your life. You need to be able to get a good job! You can get in if you push a little harder and get a head start.”

“No one asked you to do that! It’s not my fault my parents died! I’m not your kid May! I want to live my own life! I can’t do that if I have to get a part time job, and keep straight A’s, and work on the Connor Project, and apply for schools and scholarships! I didn’t ask for any of that!”

She was stunned into silence, with no response, she quietly nodded and turned to go to her room.

“I’m going to Ned’s,” Peter said as he stormed out the door. So unsure of where that outburst came from.

Not even knowing why he was trying to hurt the person that cared the most for him. He was beyond grateful to May for having raised him for so long.

“Come on, Pete,” Connor said, as they made it to the street. “That was unnecessary. Go back in and apologize.”

“Stop telling me what to do,” he told Connor. “I know it, I shouldn’t have done that! I don’t even know why I did! But I guess it’s because at least with your family, they aren’t constantly getting upset with me about every little thing. I just can’t deal with that right now.”

Connor sighed. “Look, my family isn’t great either. If they were don’t you think I’d still be here?”

Peter winced and paused on the sidewalk. He stared at the ghost beside him. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” He disappeared, leaving Peter to his thoughts.

He decided it would be best to talk to May later.

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years ago

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Dear Peter Parker - 18 - Finale

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Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 271

A/N: Thank you all for your patience and for sticking through this with me! I hope you enjoy! Especially I hope I didn’t butcher this story by changing some things.

It was a year later and things were a lot calmer now. Connor still visited every now and then, normally at the worst times. But Peter still appreciated it.

You and Peter were still going strong. In fact so well the two of you decided to go to the same college after graduation.

Your parents forgave Peter, but understood why he did what he did. They really did think of him as family. Same went for Aunt May, they started including her in a whole ton of stuff. They had their own strange adult friendship. It was nice to see May so happy to have friends.

Ned went back to being friends with Peter, and Peter made sure to actually be a good friend now. It wasn’t rare that the three of you hung out.

M.J. well she was mortified when she got a visit from the police and was told to take her post down. Pepper wrote her a nice letter thanking her though for all of her help. M.J. was still too mortified to talk to you or Peter ever again.

And Peter? Well he wasn’t sure how things turned out this way. He expected everything to blow up in his face. But here he got more than he could ever repay.

He sat at his computer that morning typing a letter to himself. Something he did diligently since everything came to a head.

Dear Peter Parker,

Today is going to be a good day. And here’s why: because today you’re you, and that’s enough.

He was finally able step into the sun and not get burned.

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Dear Peter Parker - 15 - Viral Letter

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Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 1,256

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The plan wasn’t perfect, but it was going to have to do. The first thing Peter did that morning was find you.

You kissed him like what had become normal before homeroom, but something seemed wrong. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Peter lied. “Can we go talk real quick?”

Anxiety settled in your gut but you nodded and followed him. Once the two of you were alone in the gym you finally spoke. “What’s wrong Peter?”

“I need to tell you some stuff, and you might hate me for it or think I’m crazy but, I need you to know.”

Your frown at him deepened.

“I’ve… I’ve been seeing your brother’s ghost… and he wants me to tell you… to tell you that he knows you hate him but you need to answer a question for him.”

Your eyebrows knit together as you looked at your boyfriend skeptically. “Uh… are you feeling alright?”

“He’s fine,” Connor said appearing before the two of you.

You jumped back, the world spun.

“I thought I had this,” Peter said, reaching out to you to stroke your back.

You looked back and forth between them. You blinked hard, then another few times before you realized you weren’t imagining things.

“Yeah well,” Connor started. “I decided I needed to ask myself. This is for me… not you.”

“O-Oh my God,” You said, tears filled your eyes. You didn’t even know what to do or say.

“Y/N… that night I… that I killed myself… did you ignore me on purpose?” Connor asked.

“W-what?” You asked, you hadn’t heard him, you were still too shocked.

Connor sighed. “I knocked on your door and called out a few times… you didn’t answer, remember?”

You shook your head. “I-I don’t remember because I had my headphones in… I was blocking out you trashing your room. Y-You tried coming to me?” Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“Just needed to know you didn’t ignore me on purpose…”

“C-Connor… h-had I known…” a sob slipped past your lips. You couldn’t believe this. All of this. You could have stopped all of this.

Peter pulled you close.

“I just wanted to stop hurting everyone… but I see now… I just made everything worse like usual… Listen Y/N it’s not your fault. If I just… tried a little harder… maybe if I was more like Peter I-... I just needed to tell you myself that I love you… and all that stuff Peter told you I said, that was all him but it’s funny because I always thought those things too.”

That was news to you, something you’d think about later, but right now you just continued to cry into Peter’s shoulder.

“Peter needs your help sis, I need your help to help him. Can you do that?”

You nodded into Peter’s shoulder. “I love you too, Connor. I-I’m so sorr-”

“Don’t apologize… I had plenty of chances to fix things… but I’ll be damn sure I fix things now. Peter is my best friend. Without his help now… I definitely wouldn’t be making the impact I’m making with him making the Connor Project. He needs your help proving we’re friends… maybe we weren’t before all this, but he did what I asked him to do. He’s a good friend and right now someone doesn’t believe that. Think you can deal with that?”

You looked up at Peter.

He offered a sort of sad half smile at you. “I’m sorry I lied… but… nothing else with you has been. I promise.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Connor followed up. “Dude’s got major feels for you.”

You nodded. “I don’t know how to feel about all of this… but if this is the least your asking of me, Connor… of course I’m going to help.

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“Hey M.J.,” You greeted walking into your study hall, the only class you shared with her.

She looked up from her book and eyed you skeptically. Even though she’d been working with your mom and boyfriend, that didn’t mean she interacted with you much. “Hi.”

You sat in the desk beside hers. “I appreciate all that you’re doing for my brother.”

She almost looked surprised. “Yeah well, I’d hope someone would care about me if I killed myself.”

You nodded in agreement. “He was never all that nice to me as we got older… but at least he had Peter…”

“Oh, did he? Did Peter set you up to this? Send you here to lie to me so I might believe him and Connor were friends?”

Her accusation didn’t phase you. “They weren’t seeing eye to eye at the time… But Connor really cared for Peter. Peter won’t admit it, but it really hurts him when you tell him that they weren’t.”

“Peter can cry to you all he wants. But you don’t honestly believe they were friends, do you?”

“I do.” You told her. You felt weird about this conversation you were having with her, but your brother and Peter needed your help. “Look, my brother liked Peter. It was probably one of the reasons they had their fall out. Peter only found that out when he got the letter. But, Connor was friends enough with him that even after they stopped talking he offered his friend his last words.” You stood and left her, going to sit alone. You had your own things to figure out. The first was what you were going to do about Peter and your parents.

/\/\/\/\/\/

M.J. cornered Peter that afternoon. “So, your girlfriend lectured me about not hurting your feelings. If you were such great friends with Connor, prove it. I want to see his suicide note.”

Peter was beyond surprised. “No, that’s not allowed to be public knowledge. I’m not going to share it with anyone.”

M.J. glared him down.

“Just give it to her,” Connor said. “I’m sure if anything, it’ll help prove things.”

Peter wished he could respond to Connor but he just sighed and removed the note from his bag. He wasn’t sure why he was still carrying it, but something about it was a reminder.

M.J. read the note over. She looked at Peter and nodded before handing it back. “Fine, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Connor’s parents are way shittier than I thought they were…”

Peter shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that… but things weren’t perfect for him.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“We’re in the clear,” Connor said to Peter as he was walking home.

“I have a bad feeling,” Peter told him, just as his phone buzzed.

It was a notification from The Connor Project page.

Peter’s stomach dropped, Connor’s would have too if it could. Peter immediately called M.J. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Take it down now!”

“No,” M.J. answered. “The world deserves to know why they should be giving to our charity. His note was a message to all of us, not just you. He felt pain. He felt unloved by you and his family. Imagine the funds we’ll get now.”

“Is that all you care about?! What about the Stark’s privacy?! How do you think people are going to take the fact that Connor felt shut out? How did you even post it all?!”

“I have a photographic memory, I just re-typed it. This is exactly what we needed for the project. Having his note there for everyone to see, it will bring more people to be aware.”

“Take it down!”

“It’s fine, Peter. Who is really going to get upset about it?”

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