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Come find me - peter parker x avenger!female!reader

Part two to promises, oceans deep // we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, and in different galaxies // based on the song 'Peter' by Taylor Swift

Summary: you thought you would get over him, but you never did. It takes getting hurt, and Cap looking out for you, for you to finally get your head straight.

Author's notes: I ignore a lot of post-endgame stuff. Steve never left, Wanda isn't evil, Peter was never forgotten. I've left reader and Peter's ages semi-ambiguous, so you can decide for yourself what age you think is appropriate!

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Peter opened his eyes slowly, the light streaming in from the window attacking them. He must have fallen asleep without closing the curtains last night. As he came to, he realised what day it was. And a chill ran through his body.

"Peter!" May called. "Peter, get up! We're going to be late!" She rushed into the room, her nose curling up in disgust at presumably, the smell of depressed teenage boy. "God, we have to open a window in here. It's toxic."

He huffed, and rolled away from her. "May, I don't want to go." He had spoken about this with her already. He knew that Ned and MJ were going, but he didn't want to. He couldn't go, when she wasn't going to be there.

"Is it because of (y/n)?" May's voice was soft, gentle. Like she was talking to a scared, little animal. He hated the pity laced in her words. "I'm sorry she's not going to be there sweetheart, you know she's got a lot going on with rebuilding the Avengers."

You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

He swallowed, sadness crossing his face, but May didn't see it. "She's avoiding me, anyways."

Words from the mouths of babes, promises, oceans deep. But never to keep. Oh, never to keep.

May didn't say anything to Peter, but she thought it was for the best. She knew how devastating it was, for both of you, to come back to see one of you had kept moving, while the other stayed in place. She saw, in the few weeks following the battle at the compound, how you looked like you was going to be sick every time you were around Peter.

She saw how you barely talked, barely smiled, barely did anything.

She hadn't been around for the five long years between the snaps, but from what she talked about with Captain Rogers, you had taken the losses particularly badly.

Snapping back to the present, she looked at Peter and wondered if you would ever find your way back to one another. She made a mental note to ask Steve how you were doing when she saw him later.

"Let's go, come on." She held his shoulder and gave it a shake. "Your parent's would've killed me if I ever let you skip your graduation."

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The day was a blur. MJ and Ned gave him a hug on arrival, knowing that he didn't want to be here. All he could feel was the loss sitting heavy on his chest. Tony wasn't here. Natasha wasn't here. His parents weren't here. Uncle Ben. You.

There were photos and smiles and drinks. He forced himself to get through it, for May, if nothing else.

Steve gave him a big hug as soon as he saw him, knowing that he was a poor replacement for who Peter really wanted to see. "Hey! Congratulations, Pete!" He gave him a signature pat on the shoulder as Peter muttered a 'thanks, cap' back at him. Steve continued; "(y/n) sends her regards, she's sorry she couldn't come."

Peter bitterly thought that Steve was just telling him what he wanted to hear. He knew that if you wanted to be here, you would have made it happen. He wanted to be mad... but he knew this day would be too painful for you, too.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return.

At dinner, he was distracted. MJ and Ned were talking about the latest political news -- MJ talked about some senators voting record, while Ned relayed funny memes he had found on instagram about her. This obviously descended into chaos.

Peter was more interested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table, between May and Steve.

"So tell me, how is (y/n)?" May asked, looking at your guardian.

He looked almost... resigned. He breathed out, worry lines creasing his forehead. Peter could nearly feel the worry radiating off of him. "She's doing... okay. She's throwing herself into work at the moment, somewhere in Europe. It's all tightly under wraps, but she's an amazing agent these days."

May smiled, weakly. She knew that an avenger 'throwing themselves into work' was a worrying symptom of an emotional storm. She could see it in her own kid.

"Well, tell her we were asking for her when you talk to her next."

"I will. Thanks, May."

Peter had to know more. It was like a burning, aching in his chest. He watched as Steve silently ate his pasta, something - you - on his mind. He knew Steve hadn't said everything to May. Peter longed for the days where he would've known what you were up to.

"Pete, will you tell him to not infantilise politicians!" MJ finally snapped him out of it. Ned laughed at her outburst.

Peter snapped his head back to them. "Yeah, yeah. Ned, it's like... not good for democracy. Or whatever." He felt bad actually, because it was a good point. He just didn't have the energy to back her up right now.

"Ugh! They are employed for us." She groaned.

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Peter's back was aching. He stretched it out, trying to power through the ache that came with changing position. Shit, he looked at the clock. It was 3am, and he had been sitting working on this assignment for way, way longer than he anticipated.

Just as he stood up to get ready for bed, his phone flashed, illuminating the room.

"What. the. hell." He said to no one. It was a text from you. God, he hadn't even seen you in more than a year now. Whenever you returned from the top-secret missions you were sent on, you were always mysteriously busy whenever Pete was free, or around. He knew you stayed at Cap's new townhouse in Brooklyn with him, but every time Peter went around, you had always just left. And every single time, Steve gave him a pitying smile while informing him that you had really urgent business to return to, but you were really sorry to miss him.

Are you up?

The text message read. Peter felt like he went through all the stages of grief reading it. He opened it immediately, cursing and praying to Jesus that he didn't have read receipts on. He hurriedly swiped off the message app when the typing bubble came up again.

Not a booty call, I promise.

He almost laughed at that. Almost.

Yeah, are you okay? He replied.

As soon as he had sent it, there was a tap tap tap at the window. He froze for a moment, his heart beat reaching an almost crescendo.

And then, he was moving.

He ripped back the curtain, threw open the window. And there you were. Hunched in the darkness of the fire escape, in a way that immediately, Peter knew something was wrong.

"(y/n)? What are you doing - are you hurt?" He watched as you moved at a near snail's pace from the way you were uncomfortably slumped on the fire escape to enter his room.

The light barely lit up the soft, painful smile as you looked up at him. "Hi, Pete." There was almost a slur in your words. Peter's eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and concern. His arms found your waist as he supported you in moving in through the window and to his bed.

Once you were settled, he strode across the room and flicked the small lamp on. He did not like what he saw.

Although your suit was black, he could tell that it was nearly soaked through with blood. Your nose was trickling blood steadily, and there was a large patch of crimson next to your ear, on your hairline. The skin he could see was littered with bruises even where it wasn't streaked with blood.

"Shit, (y/n)." He dove under his bed, to where he kept the first aid stuff from when he went out patrolling. He ran his hands through it, quickly finding suture material and bandages.

Thank god he had restocked recently, or you could've been in serious trouble. To be honest, you were in trouble either way.

He tried to triage your wounds. From what he could tell, the gash on your side that you were holding seemed to be where a lot of the blood on your torso was coming from. "You're, uhh... going to have to take off your suit, so I can see the damage."

He flushed as he said it. And he swore that he could see your face getting warmer, too. But he was so preoccupied on, you know, not letting you die, that he didn't properly register it.

"Sure, yeah." You reached your arm around to the zip, but as you moved your wounds screamed in pain. You hissed through your teeth and swore, quietly. You were all too aware that May was probably sleeping in the room next door, and you had to be quiet.

Peter reached out, "Let me help," He spoke under his breath. He unzipped you and you slowly shuffled off your suit, wearing some gym shorts and a sports bra underneath.

With the suit off, Peter could see exactly the kind of state you were in. Not only from the fight you had obviously been in, but you also looked unhealthy, almost weak. He remembered a you that always looked so strong, sturdy. This wasn't the person he was seeing in front of him now.

There were scars that were recent but clearly had begun to heal, there was bruises over every part of your body. The biggest gash on your side oozed thick, maroon blood. Looking at your face, he could see that your cheekbones were nearly hollow, your eyes sunken, and the bags under them unmistakeable.

Nothing like the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed teenager he used to love.

"What happened?" He looked into your eyes as he began to tend to the wounds. Which was difficult, considering you were more wound than human at this point. He cleaned up around you gash, and then muttered 'this is going to hurt' as he began to exhibit the skills you had learned from Steve's mandatory 'basic field medicine' course a few years back.

"Ow, fuck." You mumbled, your voice strained. "I got into a fight."

"Well, yeah. I had actually figured that one out." He didn't look at you for concentrating on stitching. "A little more explanation would be good."

You breathed out slowly through the pain. "Okay, I got into a big fight."

He rolled his eyes. He clearly wasn't going to get very much information from you.

"Was it a mission?" He asked.

"No, it was - jesus." You cursed once again. It was really hard to talk while someone was continuously piercing a needle into your abdomen. "Extracurricular, you could say."

He looked up. "(y/n), this doesn't look like just a quick neighbourhood patrol." He knew you were keeping information from him because you thought he wouldn't approve.

"Why did you come here?"

You broke his eye contact. "I was nearby, and Brooklyn is a hell of a trek when you can't swing through the city." He nodded, it was a logical answer. He would always welcome you here, no matter what happened between you guys personally. He was glad you seemed to know that. "And... Cap can't know about this."

Peter's concern seemed to grow with everything you said, and you could clearly see it on his face.

"Please, Peter... He's worried already, I know it. And he's semi-retired, he deserves to rest without worrying about me." You pleaded.

He was slow to accept what you were saying. "But he's practically your dad, (y/n), he raised you. You don't think he would want to know that you're injured? Badly injured, might I add. I don't think this is even something our medical training can cover..."

You raised an eyebrow. "So, you tell Aunt May every time you get hurt?"

"Well, I've not been hurt as badly as you have."

"And if you were, you would tell her?"

He broke eye contact, and looked away. You didn't have to acknowledge out loud that he knew you were right.

With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you learned. 'Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned.

The silence that hung in the air was an awkward one. It suddenly caught up to you both, what was happening. Sitting in your shorts and sports bra, on the boy you used to date's bed. The same boy you had successfully managed to avoid for the best part of a year -- with the exception of Steve's christmas party last year. Just thinking about the awkward, heart-achy small talk made a shiver roll down your spine.

"Do you want to stay here?"

The question felt loaded. Want? Need? The lines were blurred.

"If... that's okay? I can't go back to Steve's like this."

He nodded. "You know you're always welcome here. You take the bottom bunk, obviously.” He smiled.

These bunk beds used to annoy the hell out of the both of you. You just wanted to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, but May and Cap had insisted that if you were going to stay round, it had to be bunk beds. And the door had to stay open.

The nostalgia made your eyes sting. It didn’t take a lot to do that these days, to be fair.

Peter jumped into the top bunk, and switched the light off. “Goodnight, (y/n).” He whispered, softly, to the darkness.

“Night, Pete.” You muttered in return.

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That night was the best sleep you’ve had since… hell, you couldn’t even remember when. It was probably the blood loss, or…

No, it was definitely the blood loss. For sure.

A sweet scent caught your attention as you adjusted your eyes to the sunlight filtering through the moth-eaten curtains. And the noise… music, clanging of pots, mumbling.

You checked your phone. “Well, shit.”

7.24am. 38 missed calls from “Cap 🦅🫡”.

There were texts as well.

2am: Everything okay? When should I expect you back?

2.24am: Sweetheart?

3.46am: (y/n), I’m getting worried, what’s going on?

4am: Okay, stop playing now. Call me.

6am: You’re in big trouble if this isn’t an emergency, kid.

Shit, shit, shit.

You jolted up, immediately letting out a yelp of pain as you remembered exactly why you were here in the first place. Fuck.

You pressed your hand to your stomach, with a little blood coming away with your hand. Shoddy workmanship, you laughed. You would have to sort it later.

Pulling on your suit from yesterday - thankfully, the blood stains blended in with the dark material - you realised getting home inconspicuously wasn’t going to be super easy. You listened to whatever was going on in the kitchen, the music that you recognised from when you and Peter were together. It all felt so familiar. Too familiar.

And you said you’d come and get me but you were 25, and the shelf life of those fantasies had expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life, Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried to hold on, to the days where you were mine.

You weren’t proud of it, but you opened the window, and climbed out.

You didn’t see Peter’s face fall when he returned to the room, with a stack of pancakes in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. You didn’t see him stare at the smiley face made of whipped cream, mutter “I’m an idiot” and throw the stack away.

You didn’t see the tears fall.

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The aches and pains that pulsed through your body only grew worse the closer you got to Cap’s house. Climbing the stairs felt like a mammoth task, but as you got to the top and put your key in, the door opened -

He was mad mad. You stood in a sort of pseudo-staring contest for what felt like a long time, unsure whether or not it would be appropriate to look away. His eyebrows were furrowed further than you had ever seen, bags under his eyes larger than they had been for a long time.

“Get inside.” He borderline hissed at you. You didn’t respond, just walked. Slowly, subconsciously covering your bleeding side with your arm.

As you walked into the living room, familiar voices greeted you.

“What time do you call this?” Bucky stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed.

Sam sat on the couch in front of him, nursing a cup of coffee. Coffee so strong, you could smell it from the other side of the room. “You look like shit.”

You looked down. “Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

Steve put a firm hand on your shoulder. Still wordless. He pushed you towards the couch, and then down onto it.

He sat next to Sam on the one opposite, Bucky moving to sit on the other side of him. It felt like a judging panel. You supposed that’s exactly what it was.

“Explain.” Steve started. His gaze not becoming any kinder as he looked at you.

“I was with a friend-” You started.

“Which one?” Steve asked, pointedly.

You swallowed. “Um,”

“You’re lying, (y/n).” He folded his arms and leaned back. “I phoned all of your friends, you weren’t with any of them. You said to Sam after training yesterday that you were heading straight home, and here you waltz in nearly 12 hours later. Tell the truth.”

“Fine.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth, there was no point trying to call his bluff. “I was at Peter’s.”

You watched every one of them raise an eyebrow at the same time, nearly comedically timed. Steve sat forward in his seat.

“Parker’s? Why?” He tilted his head at you. You were glad that the anger seemed to have somewhat subsided, but you weren’t in the clear yet.

You swallowed. “I, uh…”

Sam started laughing. “Oh my god, (y/n)… you dog!” He looked at Bucky and Steve, who painfully slowly caught on to what he was referring to.

“No! No, no. No. Not that, it wasn’t like that.” You felt the heat in your cheeks and prayed that it wasn’t showing to them too, although something in Sam’s gleeful expression, Steve’s embarrassed blush and Bucky’s quiet enjoyment of the situation suggested otherwise.

“(y/n), I’m at a loss right now.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t understand. Lately, you’ve been disappearing, being secretive - I mean, last I heard you didn’t want to be around Pete at all. And now you stayed at his with no explanation whatsoever, when we were all out looking for you last night?”

Your heart sank, thinking of them worried and out on the streets looking for you. You never could lie to them for long - you should just come clean.

You gave a big sigh. “I got hurt while trying to stop a robbery in Queens, and I didn’t know where else to go.”

With that, they all sat up straight. Grim expressions replaced the more relaxed ones that you had fought so hard to keep.

“Hurt? Where?” Steve immediately stood up from his spot and marched over to your couch, scanning you over with his eyes.

You pulled your hand away from the side, where it had stayed for the duration of this interrogation. It was covered in blood.

All three men immediately jumped into action upon seeing the blood. "Woah!" Sam shouted, running for the extensive medical kit Steve kept in the kitchen.

Steve knitted his eyebrows together while putting his arm around you, looking into your eyes, presumably looking for any sort of concussion or mental delay. "You've been sitting here bleeding this whole time?" He sighed, and then sort of mumbled under his breath, "What is going on with you?"

Bucky grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and brought it over to you. "Drink it, you need sugar." You could tell from his tone that he was annoyed.

"Thanks, Buck." You whispered in return.

You watched your adoptive father's worried expression as he looked at the wounds you had sustained, and the haphazard stitches that Peter had put in last night (and the blood coming through them where they hadn't been done properly).

He fixed you, properly, and bandaged the stitches just to be sure. Sam and Bucky hand him things, making jokes occasionally that you smile at, but it does nothing to improve the cloudy look in Steve's eyes.

"Guys, can you give us a second." He ushers Bucky and Sam out of the room. Sam gets up and leads Bucky away, who still looked furious. You knew he probably wasn't this pissed off at you, and rather the people who had hurt you, but you couldn't be entirely sure. Once you're alone, Cap comes and sits next to you on the couch. "Do you have wounds anywhere else?"

You shake your head. "Just bruises and minor cuts, nothing big."

"Okay," He pursed his lips. "Let's talk then."

You avoided meeting his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on, in there." He tapped the side of your head, just like he used to do when you were a teenager at the Compound upstate. Before everyone came back.

You sighed. "I feel like an asshole." He put a friendly hand on your shoulder. "I'm really sorry for worrying you, and Sam and Bucky. I'm trying not to do that, at all. That's why I didn't come back last night."

He sighs. "Sweetheart, you should never be worrying about me. It's my job to worry about you." He puts a loving arm round your shoulder.

He took a second, considering what he was going to say before continuing, "You've not been the same since the Blip, and I know it's hard. But you have to start living again." It was nothing he hadn't said before.

"But I don't really... have anything other than work. Keeping people safe."

"Hey, hey. That's not true. You have us. You know we're your family."

"Yeah, no... I know. But I just... my friends were all blipped, and Peter..." You felt a tear spring to your eye. It had been a while since you had cried about it. "I've not felt normal since they left, and then when they came back... and I was so much older."

He rubbed your back as he watched a single tear fall.

"(y/n), Peter is older now, too. And I know he never got over you, either... why don't you talk to him?"

"I think I might have burned the bridge, Cap. I snuck out the window this morning while I think he was making breakfast."

He gave you a disapproving look that made you feel like a child being scolded. "That's not very nice, kid. I think you should chat to him."

"Yeah, I guess so." You moved to get up from the couch, but sat right back down when a shooting pain radiated up nearly your entire body. "Shit."

"Hey, hey! Sit down!" Steve pushed you back down. "On second thoughts, why don't you invite him and May round for dinner? You're not going anywhere, kid."

"Yeah, that sounds better." You laughed, meekly. "Although I have to shower..."

"I'll call Wanda to help you out with that." His quick, embarrassed tone made you laugh.

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"Hey, there she is!" Sam shouted as you walked back into the kitchen where they were diligently making dinner. Wanda walked past you to the fridge, pulling out a soda. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Better, thanks Sam." He nodded in approval at your response.

"You look better, you know that. You looked like death warmed up earlier, and that's not even an exaggeration." You rolled your eyes at him, "You've even managed to dress nice for the occasion! It's been a while since I've seen you in anything but sweats." You pushed his shoulder, stopping the incessant chatter.

Bucky threw an arm around your shoulder. "You're a chip off the old block, y'know. Just like Stevie." You watched as it was Steve's turn to roll his eyes at his friend's antics.

The doorbell rang through the house, ending the moment. Your heart thudded in your chest, a wave of nausea overtaking your stomach. "That'll be May and Peter, I'll grab the door." Steve gave you a knowing look, like he could read your mind. "Are you going to be okay?"

You nodded, slowly, taking deep breaths. Wanda slung her arms over your shoulder, whispering "you're going to be just fine." She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Hi, Steve," May Parker's soothing voice carried through to the kitchen. All four of you remaining in the kitchen wandered through the hall to meet your guests.

When May's eyes fell to you, you could swear there was a tear in them. But it was gone almost as quick as you could tell. "Oh my darling girl," She wrapped you in a hug, squeezing tight. It kind of hurt, but you were desperate to not let it show. You needed this. "It's been far too long, we've missed you so much."

"I know May, I'm sorry I haven't dropped by." You apologised as she dropped the hug. She put a loving hand on your face, and smiled sweetly.

"Don't be silly, sweetie. You have nothing to apologise for." Unfortunately, she didn't know the half of what you had to apologise for.

As it came to your turn to greet Peter, your heart pounded. The others ruffled his hair, lightly bullied him over how dressed up he was. It was only a shirt and sweater, you didn't really see the problem. But Bucky and Sam were always on the lookout for ways to playfully get under spiderboy's skin.

"I think you look nice." You blurted out, almost involuntarily. Bucky and Sam smirked at your outburst, and you suddenly realised that maybe they weren't goading Peter, they were goading you.

"Uh, thanks... you look better," As it came out of his mouth, he realised that he was alluding to something you had asked him not to tell them. "Oh, um, I mean like good, you look good."

You laughed a little. "It's okay, Pete. I told them, we're good."

Steve interrupted, a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "So, Pete. I hear you've been aiding my daughter to keep secrets from me." Peter gulped at his words. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing. Although we definitely have to improve your stitching skills because that was sloppy."

May stood, confused. "Peter, do you want to catch me up to speed here?"

"Sorry, May." Steve said. "I'll explain what these rascals have been up to." He linked arms with her and wandered towards the dining room with everyone else following. Leaving you and Peter standing in the hallway.

You finally flung your arms around Peter. "You told them?" He asked, at least a modicum of relief behind his words.

You nod. "I kind of had to, they had been out last night looking for me. I felt bad." You swallowed, and realised this was a good time to apologise. "Thank you for helping me out last night, I don't know what I would have done without you."

His arm raised to the back of his neck, as he looked away from you. "Hey, no problem. Anytime."

"I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye."

"It's... alright, (y/n). You had to get home, I understand."

"No, Peter. It was shitty of me to do that to you. I'm sorry."

He smiled, his hand moving towards yours. When he got there, he wrapped yours in his, and gave a loving squeeze. It was the most romantic contact you had had since... well, since him. You were surprised that it felt so normal.

"Let's get dinner." He whispered. You nodded in agreement.

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Dinner was as dinner usually is. It was delicious, clearly Steve had been cooking a lot since he took a step back from the Avengers. Sam and Bucky argued while Wanda, Steve and May talked a lot about current events. You and Peter chatted mostly about what your friends were up to, and what your plans were.

"I'm thinking of going full-time with the avengers." Peter revealed. Your eyes widened, knowing that when you were younger, that's all you had both wanted. To be fighting alongside each other, permanently.

"Peter, that's amazing!" You breathed out. "But what about college, didn't you want to go to MIT?"

"Nah," He smiled. "Changed my mind. Don't think I could do avenging and college at the same time. Plus, Tony left a bunch of science stuff behind for me to finish off, so I would have my own lab at the new facility anyway."

You couldn't help the wide grin that adorned your features. "When would you move?"

"I could move anytime. Are you um, planning to go to the new facility?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was hoping to split my time between here and there." You looked over at Steve, talking with May. He didn't need you here. You knew he would love for you to stay, but he would be just fine without you. Plus, he was only semi retired. He'd probably be at the new facility more than you. "I know Bucky and Sam are going over there full-time, that's why they're crashing here for now."

"Oh, great." He sarcastically rolled his eyes and laughed.

Your conversation was interrupted by Bucky shouting over to you, "Hey, kid! Tell everyone about the time you tripped yourself up and accidentally caught the bad guy."

"Bucky, stop telling everyone about that!"

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"Hey, do you want to go swinging?" Peter whispered, as everyone started clearing plates.

You eyed Cap nervously, knowing that you couldn't leave without telling him, again. Not after your heart to heart earlier. There was no way he would let you swing with Peter, not with as many stitches as you had.

"Maybe just a walk?" You mentioned to Peter. He glanced down at your side, where he had seen the wound last night, and agreed.

You both got up, clearing your dishes as you went. "You ask him." You whispered to Peter while the older avengers and May were still in conversation.

"What? No, you ask him." He harshly whispered back. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Cap?" You got the attention of everyone still at the dining table.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Would it be okay if Peter and I went on a walk?"

"Of course, honey. But no swinging," he sternly looked at Peter. "and wear a jacket, it's cold out there."

"Aye aye, cap'n." You saluted him playfully, walking out of the room and waving to everyone. You would see them when you got back, anyways.

What you didn't hear was Steve asking Sam for Redwing to follow you, at a distance. Just in case.

You threw on a jacket and a scarf, opening the door once Peter had done the same. It was cold. It was that kind of biting, painful cold that really settled into your bones.

The walk was mostly silent at first, the street sounds filling the gap. You gasped quietly as Peter snaked his hand into yours as you wandered. The warmth was very nice, but the implication made your heart do double time.

"Where do you want to go?" He broke the silence.

Truthfully, you had no idea. You had absolutely no direction in your brain as your thoughts were smothered by the fact that you were together, holding hands.

"I don't mind, really." You responded.

"I know a place... but it requires climbing, is that okay?" He asked, once again his eyes wandering to where your wound was healing, under your clothes.

"Yeah, that's fine. Where is it?"

He walked with you for a little while longer. Once you reached a taller building, he motioned for you to hop onto his back, as you used to do.

"Be careful," You whispered in his ear. Your hot breath so close to him made his hair stand on end, goosebumps sticking up all over his skin.

He swallowed. "I've got you, don't worry."

And so, he climbed. It was quick, he was stronger now than you remembered. You felt his back muscles tense and relax under you as he flexed out his arms to pull you both up.

He set you down carefully once you got to the top, showing you the view. You wondered how he had found these places, how he always had the most extraordinary little pockets of New York that he reserved, just for you.

"It's gorgeous." You sighed, contentedly.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could tell exactly what he was thinking, without even seeing his face. His hand wrapped itself in yours, as you pulled your jacket and scarf closer around you.

"Are you cold?"

Before you could even respond, his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled at his chivalry, drawing the jacket around you and appreciating the extra protection against the elements.

"(y/n), can we talk?" You felt his eyes on you again. You nodded at him, unable to find words as your blood pumped ferociously around your body. "I want to try again..."

Your eyes widened at his confession.

"I mean it," He continued. "I've never... I've never stopped loving you. I've spent years trying to move on, but I haven't. There's no one like you in the world. No one."

His hand lefts yours, and found your cheek. His eyes wandered over every freckle, every scar, every bruise he could see. "You are so beautiful."

You were at a loss for what to say. You had craved these words since the moment you left Clint's farm that day. You could barely hear anything anymore, as the moment melted away to just you, and him.

And so, you did what you had wanted to do for so long.

You kissed him.

As your lips connected, it took a second for him to even register what was happening. But once he did, the passion, the emotion you felt in that moment was like nothing you had ever experienced. His hands tangled in your hair, desperately drawing you towards him.

This wasn't like to loving kisses you used to pepper over each other's lips. This was need, it was animalistic. It was war and anger and heat. It was love.

When you both finally pulled away, your breath was ragged. You placed your forehead on his, your hot breath tickling each other's faces.

"I've never stopped thinking of you, Peter." You admitted. "Not for a second. I've always regretted walking away from you, hurting you like that." You screwed your eyes shut, the pain of the memories a little too much to bear.

He raised your face until your eyes met his. "It wasn't your fault. I left you behind in the snap, and you spent five years mourning me. I never blamed you for what came after, (y/n). Never."

His words soothed the pain in your chest. You had always wondered.

"I want to start fresh with you. I want to go on dates and get to know you, as you are now. I want to be normal kids..." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"I want that too, Pete."

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one short and sweet. "Good," He looked into your eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Then we should probably get you home, we've got an early start tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrow in questioning.

"I'm taking you for breakfast, sunshine."

#peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #sam wilson x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #may parker x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman #tom holland

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supercap2319 · 9 months ago

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Y/N: "So if you guys are the Spidermen." *He looks at all three versions of Peter Parker. He turns to the three women in Spider-like attire* "Are you the Spiderwomen? The Spider Girls? Spider Ladies? Spiderettes? Spiderbabes?"

Anya: "Can I please punch him?"

Julia: "Not in public."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #spiderman comics #spider man #mcu spiderman #amazing spider man #sam rami spiderman #toby maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #anya corazon #julia carpenter #mattie franklin #peter parker #spider girl #spider woman

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hollandsfavbabe · 10 months ago

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Peter's Precarious Polyjuice Potion - part 1

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

warnings: a little suggestive language, lot's of fluff, lack of impulse control, extreme secrecy

word count: 5.7k

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a/n: Just a quick psa: this is the first of two parts! I tried to make it a one shot, but it was wayyy too long. There are some mentions of Harry Potter, obviously by the title, but no major spoilers and I want to make it very clear that I DO NOT support JK Rowling nor her transphobia. Trans women are women and trans men are men🏳‍⚧! That being said, I have another little surprise in the works that may have something to do with the wizarding world...

If you want to know what it is (and maybe get a sneak peak) comment your favorite character from the series and make a guess as to who you think mine might be. I'll reveal it with the next part of this series.

Thanks and enjoy!

Was there anything better than a chilly winter morning with the one you love most? Absolutely, a chilly winter morning with the one you love most and Harry Potter in the background. That’s all you could think of as your fuzzy sock clad feet padded across the campus floor.

The festive season’s aroma invaded your senses as you managed to steal the first four films from your father’s extensive DVD collection without being caught, the cover of the first one glinting in the light that flooded in from the wall of windows encasing Avenger’s campus as you admired how young the cast used to look and made your way to your boyfriend’s bedroom.

Suddenly, the usual quiet of the campus in the early morning was disturbed by the sound of footsteps of another Avenger in the distant halls and using your powers you immediately concealed the DVDs into a stack of school notebooks and a folder of overflowing miscellaneous papers as a facade. It wasn’t unusual for you to use your gifts this way.

It was only five years prior during a mission in the Czech Republic that you were introduced to Peter Parker and while everyone had expected the two of you to get along as teens of the same age, no one knew just how close you and Peter really were. The rule had initially started at Stark Tower as a branch off of one of your father’s household rules: no dating superheroes. You thought he would be less strict as your life became centered around them, as did his, but you had no such luck. There was little chance Tony Stark would ever change the rules set for his little girl. So you were left to bend them instead.

While you and Peter seemed like close friends, you only started out as a platonic couple before your relationship escalated faster than either of you could’ve anticipated into something more fulfilling than you could’ve ever hoped for. Peter became your everything. Before you knew it, he was your rock. He was the first person you wanted to share a new dirty joke with or an unlocked childhood memory or even complain to when your father became too restricting. It was so much easier for the both of you to be together during high school. Being a college sophomore made your relationship much more complicated. Especially seeing as Peter stayed close to home at NYU and you left town to attend MIT (your father would never let you go anywhere else).

With campuses that were over a 4 hour drive away from each other, you and Peter only got the occasional three day weekend to spend with each other and that was only when you were able to evade spending time with your dad by making up an excuse as to why you couldn’t come home and held your ground until you had to eventually cave to his demands. The only time you and Peter really got together was during holiday breaks when you two could both be at the campus and sneak around like smitten teenagers all over again. With only three weeks, you were determined not to waste a single second with so little time, even if it meant using your shapeshifting ability to disguise wizard school movies as chemistry homework. What could be suspicious about two close friends sharing notes about stoichiometry?

You felt your heart start back up as Natasha passed you in the hallway instead of your father, shooting you a smile.

“Morning, y/n.” she greeted pausing to look at your stack of folders with a look of confusion.

“Uhh, good morning.” you croaked, praying that there wasn’t some defect in your ability that allowed her to see a portion of the one of the movies you were disguising. Thankfully, your facade held.

“Homework? Really? This early on a saturday?”

You gulped as you nodded.

“You know me,” you forced a smile. “I’m actually on my way to wake Peter up so we can review together.”

“Good for you,” she nodded, impressed. “Breakfast should be in a couple hours if you two want a break. Try not to get bored!”

“Thanks?” You shrugged before continuing off to where you knew Peter’s room was, conveniently all the way on the other side of the building from your own. Soon enough you were at Peter’s door, turning the knob and entering without knocking, quick to shut it behind you to prevent anyone else from seeing how eager you were to ‘study.’ Surrounded by the comfortable closed walls of privacy, you let your platonic friend disguise fall and set the stack of papers on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Your boyfriend was still tucked beneath the covers, as was expected. You two had made your marathon plans ages ago and after losing several rounds of rock paper scissors, Peter’s room was made the place of the marathon meaning it was your job to wake him up. Overall you thought it best as you were more natural at lying (literally as you were aided by shape shifting powers) and a little more strategic when it came to social interaction and plotting.

You neared the stirring boy, his sleep disrupted by the clatter of the discs and the movement of his bed as you sat down to kiss him.

“Peterrr…” you whispered, hovering above him with an unshakable grin etched upon your face. “Wake up.”

You awoke him by placing a soft kiss on his nose and smiling down on him as he furrowed his eyebrows in aversion. It wasn’t until his eyes fluttered open that he grinned as he saw you and craned his head up to kiss you properly, his lips soft against yours, slipping a hand up from under the covers to cup your cheek.

“Morning.” he greeted, smiling affectionately as he sat up against the wall behind his pillow, pulling you into his lap so that he could kiss you once more. That was until he took a look at what you had brought, books and paper for studying. He cringed, pulling you closer and kicking up his covers in disgust.

“Oo no. I refuse to study on a Saturday. Can’t we save that for the last minute like every other time we’re together?” his lips turned into a sly grin as they neared yours once more.

You laughed as his complaint sparked many memories, most of you both tangled up together out of what started as procrastination, but ended up in unbridled desire that poured out after being built up each time you were away from one another for too long.

“Nice try, Parker. And here I thought we’d have a nice time today. Don’t you remember our plans?”

As you gesture to the folders and notebook on the edge of his bed they instantly shrunk back to their original form. All of a sudden, instead of the obnoxious red notes and blue folders filled with paperwork were the four DVDs with their easily recognizable covers that screamed nostalgia. Peter’s face lit up instantly, a mix of excitement and relief as his morning amnesia faded away. But even still, his seductive grin returned as he slid you further up his lap.

“We can’t start just a teeny bit later?” he teased, his fingers sending chills down your spine as they glided up the sides of your thighs. One of the downsides of how long you two had been together was that Peter knew exactly how to bend you to his will. “I think I’d rather spend our first morning together a little differently.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but instead of meeting your lips in the middle, his mouth was met with your finger as you pulled away and sat next to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before shuffling into his comforter. It was by luck that your Stark genes made you extraordinarily stubborn and resistant to his persistence.

“Maybe later. Right now I am seriously craving a Hogwarts escape,” you lightly pushed Peter towards the DVDs, hinting that he would have to be the one to pop it into the reader. You teased him as he left his bed, grinning wickedly. “Besides, Harry’s wand is way bigger than yours.”

Peter’s head whipped around as the previews started to roll on the flat screen TV behind him that could be found in every resident room on the campus.

“Hey,” he pouted, though there was still enough of a smile left that you were sure he knew you were only kidding. He settled beside you, tucking an arm behind your head so you could rest on him as you normally did when you shared a room. “It’s hard to compete with 11 inches.”

After skipping through each advertisement for movies that had come out over a decade ago and finally selecting the play option on the movie menu, Peter planted a soft kiss on your forehead as the movie finally began and the familiar notes of the main theme played from the speakers.

“I think you should wake me up like this every morning.” he mumbled into your skin.

“I think that would be nice.” you agreed and nuzzled closer into him.

You two spent the entire first movie just like that, two nerds wrapped up in each other so close that you could hear each other's heartbeats, but so involved in the film that you didn’t get distracted by the distant pulsing of them.

“I think I'd make a great chaser.” you confessed during Harry’s first quidditch game.

“No, I think you’ve got it all wrong,” Peter argued. “I’d make a great chaser. You’d definitely be a beater. I mean legally hitting people off of flying brooms in a competitive wizard sport? If that isn’t right up your alley, I don’t know what is.”

“You’re right.” you agreed right before Harry crash landed into the sand, the golden snitch popping out of his mouth.

It was after the first movie that you started feeling peckish and by the way Peter squirmed to change positions every few seconds, you could tell he was feeling the same. Two hours awake without any food was an abnormal event for you and as a result your stomach was growling loudly. As you had other needs to attend to, you excused yourself and offered to grab the two of you something from the kitchen to snack on during the rest of your marathon.

“I’ll get it babe, you can stay in bed.” Peter offered, sitting up with you as you stood from his bed.

“That’s alright,” you assured him, handing him the disc to the second movie and the sleek black remote that controlled the monitor. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom so I’ll grab it on my way back.”

Peter laid back, his hands coming behind his head on the pillow as he eyed you on your way to the door. You smiled at him in confusion, wondering why he was admiring you so when all you were doing was fetching food.

“What?” you questioned, sliding on a sweatshirt over your pajamas.

“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re together,” he admitted. “You’re way too good for me.”

You giggled at his honesty as you moved towards the door.

“Are you still trying to sleep with me?” you teased.

“No,” he admitted, shaking his head adamantly. “...but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to leave, chuckling to yourself.

“I’ll be back soon. You can save the sweet talk for then.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture Peter’s smile as you shut the door behind you and meandered to the bathroom closest to the Avenger’s kitchen before starting towards the food.

As promised, the breakfast feast awaiting you smelled gloriously of hot buttered pancakes, sweet maple syrup, and so many other wonderful items. You prepared a lie to explain Peter’s absence as you entered the kitchen and grabbed a plate, when suddenly, the voice of your dad sounded from behind you.

“Ahh, y/n!” he startled you, causing you to drop your plate back on the stack of white porcelain where you had just barely plucked it from.

“Hi dad,” you forced a smile, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been looking for you. C’mon, it’s family meeting time.” he stated casually. You realized then that the dining hall was eerily empty for a Saturday morning. The weekly buffet was normally packed with superheroes or at least a starving Thor. You furrowed your brows in confusion, never before having heard of any such meeting as you followed after your father.

“Family meeting? What about breakfast?”

“It can wait. I’ve got something we need to discuss.” you dad explained as he opened the tempered glass door to one of the many meeting rooms at the campus which was normally reserved for more professional causes.

“Okay. I’ll get Peter.”

“No time, come with me. Peter’s not invited to this one.” your father informed you as he grabbed your arm, pulling you with him inside of the meeting room where every chair was already filled by various heroes who also resided at the campus. You gave a small wave to those who cared to acknowledge your arrival and wandered to stand in a corner at the back of the room while your father took up the front. From what you could tell, everyone else was as confused as you were. You pulled out your phone just before it commenced, giving you enough time to shoot Peter a quick text explaining your prolonged absence.

I might be awhile

That’s fine. Take your time.

You fought the urge to smile at your boyfriend’s message as you slipped your phone into your pocket and looked up to your father who was commanding everyone’s attention.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. Really, I appreciate it.”

You recognize a feminine scoff from the right of the table, Natasha shaking her head, a fearful gesture from your main combat trainer. It was a general rule around the Campus, along with don’t introduce Steve Rodgers to ASMR: don’t get Natasha Romanoff angry unless you want to be dead.

“Cut the bullshit Tony. We’re all too tired and hungry to be here for longer than necessary. Get to the point. Why are we here?”

Others voiced their agreement and Tony put his hands up.

“Fine. I prepared a nice little welcome speech for you all, but I guess I’ll skip to my main point. You’re welcome by the way.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“The reason I’ve gathered you here today is to discuss a serious matter concerning one of our youngest recruits who I’ve purposefully made sure is not in attendance - ” he stated as he pressed one of the buttons on the controller to the meeting room monitor, the picture popping up on the screen of a face that was all too familiar to you with tousled brown hair and chocolate eyes. “- Mr. Peter Parker.”

Your heart stopped as you heard your boyfriend's name roll off your fathers lips. From a lifetime of knowing him you were sure whatever he wanted to discuss couldn’t be good. You tried your best to not look so shocked and managed to keep a neutral expression as you mirrored Bucky who did not care for the conversation whatsoever. In fact, his expression resembles that of someone who was desperate to deck someone.

“Ah yes! The Man of Spiders!” Thor called out, quite possibly the only Avenger who seemed to be not in the least bit irritated.

“Yep, that’s the one. Here’s the thing,” Tony began as you braced yourself. “It has been two years since he graduated high school. That means he’s had two whole years of college life to get out there and make some new connections, to be a kid! But instead he comes home late every night and is always so exhausted. He’s working way too hard. So I propose that we help our little spiderling find someone he can lean on and turn to. Someone who can really help him slow down and start to be himself. It’s time we help Peter get a girlfriend.”

Your eyes shot open as his words hit you, you had to force your hands to stay down and try not to react too much. You looked around at the reactions of the others, searching for someone who may agree with you, but much to your disappointment, no one seemed as against it as you were. It seemed the topic of helping Peter made the annoyance of the meeting more tolerable and many Avengers were nodding their heads in agreement. Thor especially as he hollered in his seat in clear support.

“Yes! Wonderful idea! A lady spider! Tis like those Midgardean movies that are so popular around this time of year! What do you call them? Wrong-Cons?”

Everyone looked around in confusion.

“Thor is referring to the movie genre of romantic comedies or rom-coms.” Vision explained. With the confusion cleared others started agreeing more.

“Yes, the boy needs a break,” Wanda concurred. “And I love a good rom-com.”

“He works too hard.” nodded Nat.

Others started muttering to their neighbors how they also agreed as you shook your head in utter disbelief.

You pushed off from your place on the wall, quickly gathering the attention of the others as you joined your dad at the front.

“Are you guys crazy?” you laughed nervously. “Peter doesn’t need a girlfriend! Yes, he can be hard on himself sometimes and I agree he needs a break, but that doesn’t mean you should try and shove something in his life that he has never shown any liking towards.” you explain, trying your best to sound as unsuspecting as possible.

Here in the crowd of adults, you were only Peter’s best friend and you wished to keep them in the dark for as long as possible, especially considering your father forbid you from growing a closer connection to Peter.

To your surprise, another Avenger stood to back your point as the Winter Soldier himself took on the crowd.

“She’s got a point, Tony.” Bucky agreed.

“Yes! Thank you!” you smiled, gesturing at Bucky a little too excitedly.

“We shouldn’t force the boy into something if there’s no confirmation of his own interest,” the Winter Soldier restated, earning a nod of encouragement from you. “There’s probably a reason he hasn’t gotten a girlfriend and I think we should leave him to discover himself if you know what I mean.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” at once you started refuting his claim. “Peter’s not gay, he’s just not interested in dating.”

“So he’s asexual? Is that what it’s called nowadays?” Steve asked, his tiny notebook of modern definitions at the ready as he pulled a pen from the pocket of his flannel pajama bottoms. He too had only just woken up.

“No. I mean yes that is a real and valid sexual identity and some people don’t have a desire to be with someone romantically, but that’s not Peter. He’s interested, just not right now.”

“How can we trust that the Tiny Stark knows what she says of the Man of Spiders?” Thor quirked a brow at your claims. You nearly blew up at him as he asked, glaring at the rest of the room on the edge of insanity from the thought of them shipping off your boyfriend to be with another.

“I’m his best friend, okay?! And I know him better than any of you so I know for a fact that he doesn’t need a girlfriend right now!”

Your father grasped your shoulder gently, a weak attempt at calming you down.

“That was exactly my next point. You’re his best friend and you’re right. You know him way better than any of us.” your father agreed. You gave him a thankful smile, glad to finally have him on your side.

“Thanks, dad-”

“That’s exactly why you’ll be out intel and our connection to Peter in ‘Operation Pair Parker.’ That way he won’t suspect anything.” he interrupted with a proud expression.

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“You already named it!? You’re kidding right? You have to be kidding. You all know this is just unbelievably crazy right?” you asked the crowd.

“I don’t see a reason why not. It’ll be good for the kid to have someone.” Natasha disagreed and by the disapproving looks from the others, you could tell her opinion was shared by the majority.

“Exactly. See everyone gets it and we need you to carry it all out,” your father continued. “I already have a few people in mind that I can pair him with. The only reason to not to would be if you know something we don’t. Peter isn’t seeing anyone, right y/n?” your father eyed you, suspicious of your relentless attitude towards his thought out plan. You knew you couldn’t own up to it, the risk of discovery was much too great, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything you could do to shut down Operation Pair Parker.

“Well, I didn’t want to expose Peter since he’s only just barely told me-” you began, hardly believing the words were leaving your lips. “-but he has been seeing someone and I think it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Oh really? And who is this girl?” your father interrogated.

“Or boy.” Bucky added.

“It’s a girl,” you clarified, hurrying to think of exactly you could pin Peter’s secret relationship on without creating too much damage. “Her name is um, MJ!” you exclaimed as the name came to you. It was perfect too as she was one of your best friends and someone Peter could’ve easily hypothetically gotten with ages ago.

“You mean the overwhelmingly unenthusiastic girl that Peter has only ever talked about once?” You could tell by his raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes that Tony didn’t believe you, but there was still time to convince him. And you would do anything to end this scheme.

“Yep,” you gritted your teeth, letting out a fake laugh that you hoped sounded convincing enough. “That’s the one, good old MJ. You know what they say, opposites attract.”

Tony wasn’t fazed as the intensity of his suspecting expression lingered on.

“You sure he isn’t seeing someone he’s closer to? You’re not dating him right?” he questioned, reminding you of the age old rule. Under no circumstance were you and Peter allowed to see each other. No matter how many battles you had fought together nor how many times he had protected you from harm. Not even if the world was on the brink of collapse. Never.

“Yeah, you’re acting pretty suspicious.” Sam chimed in.

“Is something up, y/n?” wondered Nat.

You burst into nervous laughter as you thought of a plausible excuse and your web of lies deepened.

“Oh, you guys are too good. You’ve got me! I have been seeing someone.”

“I knew it! Lady Stark is with the Man of Spiders!” Thor pointed accusingly towards you.

“You did not know that.” argued Wanda as Thor had been the least suspecting of all the Avengers up until your false confession. It didn’t help that he was also the most gullible.

“No! No, no, not Peter,” you scoffed, choking out a laugh. “His name is um… Flash!”

Your face burned red as you realized who’s name had just slipped out of your mouth. Oh why hadn’t you said Ned? At least you actually enjoyed spending time with Ned. But as your father’s face shifted and your lie began to work, you knew it was too late to go back now.

“Flash? You mean that boy who’s been mean to you and Peter since you were kids?” your father knew exactly who he was through years of his name popping up in counseling sessions Tonty provided to help you figure out how to defend yourself in public without using your powers.

“Yeah. He’s actually really nice once you get to know him and we’ve been together for a little while now.” you tried, changing your voice to match the same doting pitch it took on whenever you talked about Peter.

“Huh,” Tony pondered, but eventually shrugged the confession off as your lies snapped into place. He turned off Peter’s image on the monitor, leaving a blank black square in its place. “Well, in that case, the operation is off.”

“Alright, I guess that means I can go…” you smiled, ready to sneak off to finally grab some breakfast and more hidden moments with your real boyfriend.

“And date night is on!” Tony cheered unexpectedly.

Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped in realization of what you had just done. You and Peter were really in trouble now and it was all because you couldn’t admit the truth.

“Date night?” you repeated uneasily.

“To celebrate my children finding love, I want you both to invite your sweethearts over and we’ll have a big dinner so we can get to know them. Let Peter know he has to invite MJ.” specified your father which could only mean he expected you to invite Flash.

Oh shit. There was no getting out of it now.

“What a splendid idea.” deadpanned Vision who you could’ve sworn knew the truth about you and Peter as his room was next door. You almost glared at the android, but caught yourself.

“Yep, sure thing,” you grimaced, knowing that your lies would soon catch up to you. “And when is this whole thing supposed to be?” you asked, hoping it would be after the break so you and Peter could retreat to your separate schools instead of owning up. By then, you’d probably be able to come up with two break up stories so heart wrenching that the Avengers would understand why you would never want to date again.

“Let’s do tomorrow if we can. The sooner the better.” Tony proclaimed, pulling out his device from his pocket so that he could put the dinner into the following day’s agenda, scheduling it as a mandatory event.

You felt like you were gonna pass out.

“Great! I’ll just go tell Peter then. We’ll be ready!” you fake laughed as you walked off, truly dying inside as the crushing weight of what you had just done hit you.

Once you were out of sight of the Avengers (all of which started voting on what theme your dinner would be), you completely spaced picking up something to eat and sprinted down the hallway to Peter’s room. You stumbled in when you arrived, closing the door behind you and leaning on it, gasping for air from the rush.

“Hey baby,” Peter welcomed you back from his bed, lifting the remote to turn down the TV volume by a couple notches. “I hope you don’t mind, I started the second one, but we can totally rewind if you want…”

Confused by your lack of a reply, Peter looked at you and immediately sat up in bed, ignoring the film with a worry riddled face. The remote fell from his grasp and into the twisted sheets of his bed, never to be found again.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head as you caught your breath, sliding down the door until you collapsed on the floor.

“No, Peter. Something terrible just happened and it’s all my fault.” you cried and curled to tuck your head into your lap. You weren’t quite to the point of tears, but it was enough distress to alert your boyfriend.

Peter sprung off his bed with a start, swinging his legs to the edge so that he could fully face you, but he was apprehensive about approaching your sullen form.

“Is it your period? Is that why you took so long? I knew I should have come to check on you…”

“No, I’m not on my period and I didn’t spend all that time in the bathroom. This is so much worse than that.” you lifted your head to speak so the words didn’t come out jumbled, but as soon as you had finished, your face returned to your lap.

Peter stood and neared you slowly, placing his hands on your forearms and squeezing you comfortingly as you lifted your head.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” he assured you. “What is it?”

You inhaled deeply before rushing out a summary of the events that had taken place only moments before.

“Long story short, my dad was trying to hook you up with someone because he thinks you're so sad and lonely lately so I tried to get him off your back and now he thinks that you’re dating MJ and I’m dating Flash and we have to invite them to a big dinner with all the Avengers tomorrow.” you sputtered in one breath, gasping by the end.

“WHAT?!”

“I KNOW!”

“How are we supposed to do that? I mean maybe MJ would agree if she were even in town… maybe, but we can’t invite Flash here!”

“I know!”

“Why didn’t you say Ned?!”

“I don’t know! That’s not the point, Peter. What I’m saying is that we need to come up with something fast.”

“I think we should just tell him.” Peter confessed, not one to share your disregard for the truth. Instead, he imagined a future where he could be more open with his teammates about the love you shared, maybe even rub it into Sam and Bucky’s faces as the three held a long standing rivalry since an opposing battle at a German airport. “Better fess up now.”

“NO! Peter, my dad will KILL US if he finds out we’re together!” you shut down his suggestion, too afraid of the consequences to even contemplate telling the truth. “We’ve got to come up with something better, I can’t let him win this.”

“Ugh, you Starks and your stubbornness.” Peter groaned. While he was well informed of your father’s rule, he didn’t understand why the two of you were so competitive, especially when it came to ethicality.

“I just wished there was a way we could pull it off without inviting either of them.” you pouted, staring off into the distance when the scene playing on the screen caught your eye.

The meeting had lasted so long that while you were gone, Peter had managed to watch up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s secret potion escapades in the abandoned girls’ bathroom.

“Add the hairs.” directed Hermione as the golden trio sprinkled the strands into their separate goblets of green sludge, so young in only the second film in the saga.

“You're right,” Peter sighed, his attention turning to the movie at the same time as you. “Things would be so much easier if we were wizards and could make Polyjuice Potion.”

Suddenly an idea popped into your head.

“Peter! That’s it! You’re a genius.” you exclaimed, pulling away from his hold and running across the room to his closet, flipping excitedly through his collection of colored flannels.

“Thanks,” Peter blushed, moving to sit on his bed once more. “Why exactly am I a genius this time?”

Your smile widened as you came upon it, Peter’s darkest flannel that distantly resembled something your dear friend MJ would wear. You pulled it on and discarded the hanger, throwing it haphazardly to another corner of the room as you looked at your boyfriend. You beamed at him as if you had just won the lottery. For a skilled liar, stringing together a new fake story was almost as accomplishing.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked.

“Of course,” Peter obliged. “You know how I feel about you wearing my clothes. Can I just ask why this in particular?”

“We can’t ask MJ or Flash to attend themselves so we’ll just have to become them instead!”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, picturing MJ in your mind and spreading your arms out from your body as the familiar tingling sensation started and your body began to change from the will of your shape shifting powers. Before long, you began to resemble the quiet girl from your school. Your hair grew longer and curled into her familiar pattern as your jawline sharpened and your limbs lengthened until the girl standing in front of Peter was no longer his girlfriend, but the one and only Michelle Jones.

You opened your eyes that now resembled her dark brown ones and smiled at him, something MJ would never do. Peter’s own face lit up as he realized what you meant.

“That’s even better than Polyjuice Potion!” he grinned, watching you nod as you looked yourself top to bottom, satisfied with the extent of your abilities.

“I think we can make this work.” you stated, moving towards Peter who was gazing at you with admiration.

“You just need to master her facial expressions. MJ would never smile that much.”

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as you let your smile fade away to capture MJ’s unwavering neutrality.

“That’s perfect.” Peter complimented once you had mastered it. You chuckled out of pride as your usual smile carved back onto your face along with an affectionate look as you glanced at Peter. You leaned into him, lips at the ready to peck his perfect pretty face until you were stopped by his outstretched hands.

“What?” you questioned, unused to being denied by your boyfriend.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now, you still look like one of our best friends.” Peter explained with reddened cheeks.

“Oh right.”

Quickly, you shook off your disguised form and shifted back into yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed Peter and allowed him to pull you in closer by your waist, his hand sneaking up to meet the skin under his flannel. It seemed at last he would get to have his own rendition of a perfect first morning with you.

After a few moments, he lifted away from your lips with a heavy breath to ask, “Does this mean I have to be Flash?”

You sent him a guilty smile.

“Sorry babe, but we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do.”

part two out now!

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untilnextchapter · 1 year ago

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t0astybear · 2 months ago

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Merry Fucking Christmas

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: cursing (in English and Russian)

Summary: A late night mission turns into a night to remember

Words: 4.9k

Notes: You can use google translate for the Russian parts, it might not be 100% accurate, so I apologize in advance. Also I had some help from @bloopf1sh

“Did…did you bring chocolate on this mission!?” Peter asked in disbelief, looking at you nibbling on a chocolate bar, eating half the wrapper with it.

“It’s stress chocolate!”

“But why?”

“NIGHT TIME MISSIONS STRESS ME OUT”

“You, Y/N L/N, who trained in the Red Room for almost 14 years, became one of the most deadly assassins in the world by the age of 16, needs chocolate because night missions stress her out?” Peter asked, while holding back a laugh.

“I trained for 13 years and I was actually 14 when I became one of the deadliest assassins and I only needed chocolate for SOME of the missions.” You corrected him with a smile, while taking another bite.

“Gimme some at least,” Peter insisted, while reaching for the bar.

“Uh, absolutely not” you gasped while peeking over the edge of the rooftop at the warehouse which was, according to Steve and Natasha, full of HYDRA weapons.

“Shit” Peter whispered “Mr Stark didn’t say there were guards, right?”

“Okay, first of all, language, second of all, did you even listen when Steve gave the mission prep?”

“Um…” Peter mumbled “Well, not exactly but…”

“ты, черт возьми, шутишь” you sighed, throwing the chocolate bar wrapper that you had a death grip on a few seconds prior at Peter. It was crumpled and disfigured, and hit him on the side of the head. He turned to look at you, but you had turned away, disgruntled.

“You ate it all??” Peter asked, throwing his arms in the air. “Not cool,” he grumbled, bending over to pick it up and tuck it in his backpack. As he did, he heard something from the corner of the roof, something that sounded suspiciously like a phone ringing. Peter walked over to the noise, finding Y/N’s phone on the ground.

“HEY, Y/N? SOMEONE’S CALLING YOU,” he yelled at you, and you grumbled, turning away from the softly glowing warehouse to answer the supposed call. You walked over to the side of the little shack-looking area where the stairs to the roof offered some protection from the elements and the ventilation system wasn’t in open air, where you had placed your phone previously, and lo and behold, you did actually have a call! You shooed Peter over to the other side of the roof , and answered the call.

“Hi Nat, how’s everyone back at the compound?”

“Y/N have you seen the time? The Christmas parties already started”

“Oh shit!” you exclaimed, scrambling up from where you were sitting and running over to where Peter was “Peter, we have to go, like now!”

“Huh, why?” he asked, looking confused.

“Christmas parties already started” Natasha repeated, through the phone “and we’ve already run out of snacks and Sam and Tony are looking pretty drunk so you might have to pick up some ibuprofen or something”

“Okay, we’ll be right over, also no sign of anyone entering or exiting the warehouse” Peter noted, while grabbing his backpack and pulling his mask over his face.

“Okay, see you soon Nat” you said as you ended the call.

“ARE WE GOING OR NOT?” Peter yelled as he climbed up onto the rooftop edge

“Hey! Not fair” you shouted, “Also that’s my bag!”

Peter, now perched on the rooftop edge, grinned down at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "C'mon, why are you hesitating? We've got a party to get to, snacks to buy, and two drunk Avengers to deal with."

A few minutes of swinging later, you and Peter entered the supermarket and began gathering the supplies we needed, such as snacks and ibuprofen. As Peter was in the snack aisle, you heard a familiar voice from the next aisle over. With a deep breath, you approached Thor, who was towering over the cashier with the bottle of Asgardian ale in his hand. Seeing the tense situation,you decided to use another approach to calm him down. You close your eyes and focused on your thoughts. As you channelled your powers, an illusion forms in your mind, one that will help Thor understand the pricing situation better.

Once the illusion is complete, it materialises before Thor’s eyes, presenting a detailed explanation of the supermarket's pricing policy. Thor is initially taken aback by the unexpected illusion. His eyes widen, and he takes a moment to observe it carefully. The illusion shows a detailed breakdown of the supermarket's pricing policy, comparing the costs of similar items and providing justifications for the prices.

As Thor takes in this information, his expression changes from confusion to one of understanding.

“Ah, okay, I see now,” Thor responded, his voice a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.

The illusion has clearly reached him, and he realises that his outburst over the ale’s price might have been an overreaction. The tension in the air eased a bit as Thor slowly lowered the bottle back to the counter. The cashier, still shaking from the earlier conflict, looks relieved. Peter, who was quietly observing the situation, while holding several chip bags, decides to interject at this point. He glances down at his phone, checking a notification he just received.

“Uh, guys, we’ve got a text from Natasha. She’s asking where we are and how much longer we’ll be,” Peter said, sounding a little nervous.

Y/N and Thor look at each other, realising that they've been taking up time at the supermarket longer than planned. You nod in acknowledgement, feeling a pang of guilt for causing such a disturbance.

“Right, let’s settle this quickly and get back to the party,” Y/N responds firmly.

Thor, still looking a little embarrassed, pats his hand on the counter as a makeshift apology to the cashier. "Ah, yes, my apologies for the trouble."

As the cashier scanned the items, you and Peter quickly helped to pack them into bags. Peter kept a watchful eye on the time, glancing between the cashier and his phone.

Meanwhile, Thor stood nearby, still holding the bottle of ale he was debating over earlier. He still looked a little sheepish, obviously aware that he caused a scene over something relatively trivial. The cashier completes the transaction, and Peter quickly pays for the items using his credit card. He thanked the man and took the bags, signaling for you and Thor to follow him out of the supermarket.

As they leave the store, you couldn’t help but give Thor a playful nudge, teasing him about his earlier behaviour.

"You do realise how unnecessary that whole scene was, right?" you ask, a smirk on your face.

Thor, still a little embarrassed, chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. "Ha, yeah, I suppose it was a bit much over a simple price," he admits.

Peter interjects, still checking his phone. "Yeah, and Natasha's definitely not happy that we're late. We better hurry."

The three quicked their pace, with Peter leading the way back to the Avengers compound. They chat about the party preparations along the way, but Thor's earlier behaviour still lingers in the air. Thor still grips the bottle of ale in his hand, his mind seemingly still on the pricing. You noticed his expression and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, we all have our moments," you said soothingly.

As they approach the compound, the sight of the large building comes into view. Lights glow from the windows, and the sounds of chatter and music drift through the air. Peter leads the way to the entrance, still checking his phone for any updates from Natasha. You and Thor followed close behind, both eager to join the party but also anticipating the scolding they are sure to get from Nat.

Once inside the compound, they were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of a holiday party in full swing. Decorations covered every surface, and music played in the background. In the midst of the chaos, Natasha appeared, a stern look on her face. She scanned the three latecomers, her irritation evident.

"Finally, where have you been?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Peter speaks up, trying to defend them. "We're sorry, we got held up at the supermarket. Thor had a..." he glances at Thor, who looks sheepish, "...minor disagreement over a pricing issue."

"Minor disagreement?" Natasha scoffed, eyeing Thor. "Judging by the look on your face, it must've been quite the disagreement."

Thor opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, Natasha interrupted. "Never mind, we can talk about it later. Right now, we have a party to run."

You stepped forward, sensing the tension. "Don't worry, we'll help set up the food and drinks," you assured Natasha.

Natasha looks at them, still somewhat annoyed, but nods in agreement. "Fine, but hurry up. We're already behind schedule."

You, Thor, and Peter immediately got to work, setting up the refreshments and decorations in record time. Despite the earlier conflict, you worked together efficiently, knowing that they needed to make up for the lost time. While they worked, Thor seemed to be lost in thought, still contemplating the pricing issue from the supermarket with a slight scowl. You noticed his expression and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

As the party preparations continue, the atmosphere in the compound gradually transforms into one of holiday cheer. The festive music and decorations help to lift the mood, though the tension caused by their delay still lingers. Natasha moves around the compound, making sure everything is in order. She occasionally casts a glance at you, Thor, and Peter, still silently reminding you of your mistake.

Once the preparations are done, the party is officially underway. The Avengers and other guests stream into the compound, filling it with laughter and lively chatter. Thor, still looking a little guilty, sets aside the bottle of ale they had debated over earlier. He spotted You nearby, sitting on a couch and observing the party, and decided to join you. You glanced up as Thor took a seat next to you.

"Are you still brooding about that ale?" you teased, a smirk on your face. Thor grunts, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Can you blame me? The price was outrageous," he mutters, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

You laughed, and shook your head. "You and your Asgardian sensibilities," you teased. "You know not everything can be like it is back home. Things are different here on Earth."

Thor looked up, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I suppose you're right," he admitted, his voice quietened. "It's just...it's hard to let go of things from home. Old habits die hard, as you Midgardians say."

You nodded, understanding his struggle. "I know, and that's okay. But don't let it affect your mood too much, especially not tonight," you said, as you gently touched his shoulder. "It's a party, we're here to have fun, remember?"

Thor lets out a long sigh, a mix of relief and resignation. "You're right, of course you're right," he said exasperatedly. "I'll try to let go of it, for now," he added, forcing a smile.

"There you go," you replied, as you returned the smile. You sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching as the party unfolded around you. Then, you looked at him and said teasingly, "But seriously, let's hope there aren't any more pricing debates tonight."

Thor chuckles, shaking his head. "You have my word on that. No more pricing debates, I promise," he assures her, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll play nice tonight."

You grinned, satisfied with his response. "Good. Now, let's get out there and enjoy ourselves," you said, as you stood up and extended a hand towards him.

Thor took your hand and stood up, his earlier mood visibly lifted. "Lead the way," he said, a hint of excitement in his eyes. You lead the way into the main party area, where the music was louder and the guests were more boisterous. Thor followed closely behind, his presence drawing the attention of a few guests who recognized him. As they made their way through the crowd, they were greeted by several of their teammates.

Steve lifted a brow at Thor, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "So, any more pricing debates?" he teased.

Thor rolled his eyes, a sheepish grin on his face. "Haha, very funny, Rogers," he replied, feigning annoyance. "No more debates. I've learned my lesson."

Clint, standing next to Steve, chimed in, a smirk on his face. "We'll see about that Thor. I've learned to not underestimate your stubbornness when it comes to Asgardian ale."

Thor rolled his eyes in a playful manner at the jab from Clint. “You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” he retorted, as a hint of a smile crossed his features.

Meanwhile, you grinned, enjoying the banter between the two. “Alright, alright, enough teasing,” you said, as you stepped in between them with a laugh. Your laughter broke the tension, and the group settled down. Steve and Clint exchange amused glances, clearly entertained by the friendly banter. Thor, still a bit sheepish, takes a sip of his drink.

"I guess I walked into that one, didn't I?" he mutters, a small embarrassed smile on his lips.

"You did," Steve replies, a hint of humour in his voice. "But hey, it's all in good fun."

Bruce chuckles. "Yeah, no harm done, Thor. We're just messing with you."

Before Thor could respond, the music changes to a lively tune, and the atmosphere becomes even more energised. Many guests, including a rather drunk Sam and an even more so Tony start to move towards the dance floor, drawn by the inviting beat.

"Looks like it's time to hit the dance floor," Steve remarks, a light in his eyes. "Who's up for a dance?"

Wanda smiles, looking at you."What do you say, Y/N? You in?"

You hesitate for a moment, looking from Steve to Bruce. She's never been the type to dance at parties, but the music is infectious, and she's always up for a bit of fun.

"Sure, why not?" you finally say, a tentative smile on your face.

Bucky grins, clearly pleased with your response. "That's the spirit!" he exclaims, taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

Steve follows behind you, a playful smirk on his face. "Just a heads up," he whispers in your ear, "Bucky's a terrible dancer."

You laugh at Steve's comment, glancing at Bucky, who is currently attempting some kind of dance move that looks more like flailing than actual dancing.

“Well considering I was frozen for almost 70 years I think I’m doing a pretty good job” he pointed out while taking your hands and starting pulling you into the lively rhythm of the music.

Despite his lack of coordination, Bucky is having a blast, his laughter and joyful expression infectious.

You can't help but join in, laughing as you try to follow his dance moves, which seem to be improvised and wildly flailing. Wanda and Steve watch you both from the side, their laughter joining yours and Bucky's.

The four of you laugh and dance, carefree and enjoying the moment. Everyone’s dancing may be terrible, but it's contagious, and you find yourself completely immersed in the joyous chaos of the dance floor.

Peter, who had been busy helping with the party preparations, finally breaks away and scans the room for you and his teammates. He spots you on the dance floor, laughing and struggling to keep up with Bucky's chaotic dance moves. He makes his way over, a grin on his face.

"Looks like you guys are having a blast," Peter calls out over the music, sidling up beside you. You turn to look at him, a breathless laugh escaping your lips. "Dancing is...something, isn't it?" you manage to say.

Peter grins, watching your interaction with everyone. There's a hint of something more in his gaze—a mix of affection and vulnerability. He takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asks, voice slightly shaky.

You turn your attention away from the chaotic group dancing and notice the serious tone in Peter's voice. You nod, signalling your attention. "Sure, what's up?"

Peter leads you away from the dance floor, towards a quieter area at the edge of the room. He glances around, ensuring that they're out of earshot of the main festivities. Once alone, Peter turns to you, his expression tense. He looks a little nervous, as if grappling with what to say. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, his eyes darting around before finally meeting yours.

"Listen," he begins, his voice soft but determined. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now..."

Your curiosity grows as you watch him struggle to find the right words. You can sense the importance of what he's about to say, and you feel a little flutter in your chest.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes holding your gaze. "I just....I need to get this off my chest," he says, his voice steadier now. "I've had these feelings for you, Y/N. They've been growing for a while now, and I can't keep them to myself any longer."

Your heart thumps louder in your chest as you listen to his confession. A mix of surprise and something else—excitement, perhaps—swirls within you.

Peter continues, his eyes unwavering. "I admire you. Your strength, your intelligence, your kindness. It's hard to put into words, but being around you, working with you—it's something I look forward to every day."

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm in love with you, Y/N. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was scared, scared of how you might feel, scared of ruining what we have."

As he speaks, a wave of emotions washes over you. You feel a mix of shock, happiness, and uncertainty. You look at him, taking in his earnest expression and the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Peter," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I...I had no idea you felt that way..."

He doesn't break eye contact, his gaze steady on yours. "I know it might be a lot to take in, and I don't expect anything from you. I just needed you to know how I feel," he replies, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Your mind is awhirl with thoughts and feelings. You had never considered Peter in a romantic light before, but now, hearing his confession, something within you stirs.

The silence between you is only broken by the distant music and chatter of the party. You struggle to process everything that has just happened, your mind racing with a mix of surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of intrigue.

As you face him, his confession still ringing in your ears, a wave of understanding washes over you. Deep down, you realize that he's not the only one who's been nursing these feelings. Somewhere along the way, you've developed feelings for Peter, too.

Your initial surprise gives way to a small, tentative smile. "Peter," you begin, your voice soft yet steady. "I...I think I feel the same way about you."

Relief floods Peter's expression, his eyes lighting up. "You do? You feel the same way?" he asks, a note of disbelief in his voice, as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing.

"Yes," you say, nodding, the truth finally surfacing. "I do. I've been feeling it for a while now, I just...I wasn't sure if it was something that was just growing in my mind, or if it was real."

A smile spreads across Peter's face, wide and genuine. He steps closer to you, closing the gap between you. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. I'd almost given up hope that you would feel the same way."

You look up at him, your heart thudding in your chest. "I can't believe I didn't notice sooner," you admit, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "I guess we've been oblivious, both of us."

Peter grins, a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess we have. But at least we're here now, finally telling each other how we feel."

As the tension between you eases, a comfortable silence settles over you both. The distant sounds of the party seem to fade away, and all you can focus on is each other.

Peter reaches out, gently grasping your hand in his. "Where do we go from here?" he asks, his voice laced with hope.

You intertwine your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth of his touch. "I guess we figure it out," you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "We take it slow, see where this goes."

Peter nods, his gaze never leaving yours. "Slow and steady," he repeats, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I like the sound of that."

Peter gently tugs you a little closer, the air between you crackling with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. "Can I ask you something?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You look up at him, a curious expression on your face. "Of course," you reply, intrigued by the seriousness in his gaze.

He pauses for a moment, as if gathering his courage, then speaks softly. "Can I...can I kiss you?"

Your cheeks flush at his question, a mix of surprise and eagerness rushing through you. You take a second to process his question, your heart thudding in your chest. Then you nod, a small smile curving your lips. "Yes," you whisper, your voice slightly shaky. "I'd like that."

Peter's eyes widen slightly, a look of relief and elation crossing his features. Without wasting another moment, he steps closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Gently, he cups your face in his hands, his touch warm and tender. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he leans in. His lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss. The initial touch is a little tentative, but it quickly deepens as Peter wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him.

You melt into the kiss, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. As you move together, the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment.

The kiss is both tender and passionate, a meeting of two souls that have longed for this connection. Peter's hands run over your back, pulling you as close as possible, as if he's trying to eliminate the space between you.

You reciprocate his touch, your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck. Your bodies press together, fitting as if they were made for each other. The warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, it all feels dizzyingly right.

As the kiss continues, you forget where you are, lost in the sensation of the moment. It's like nothing else around you exists except for the two of you. Eventually, though, the need for air forces you to break the kiss, your breathing a little ragged.

Peter pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes are closed, and he's trying to steady his own breathing. A small, disbelieving smile plays on his lips. "That was..." he trails off, speechless.

You can't help but mirror his smile, your heart full. "Yeah," you manage to say, your voice a little shaky. "That was..." You don't have the words to describe the intensity of the moment, the way you feel. "It was perfect."

Peter lets out a soft laugh, his arms still holding you close. "Perfect," he repeats, then shakes his head in disbelief. "You're perfect," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at his words, your heart skipping a beat. "And you're quite the flatterer," you tease, trying to hide the effect his words have on you.

Peter grins at your response, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You're never gonna let me off the hook, are you?" he teases, his hands still resting on your waist, holding you close.

As you both stand in the secluded spot, still basking in the afterglow of the kiss, the sound of distant laughter drifts over from the party. It's a reminder that the world continues, even as you're wrapped up in each other's arms.

Peter looks down at you, his expression filled with contentment. "We should probably head back," he says reluctantly.

You nod, a small pout forming on your lips. "Yeah, we probably should." But a part of you doesn't want to leave this private bubble, the desire to stay like this with him a strong one.

Peter seems to mirror your reluctance, his grip on you tightening slightly. "I know," he says, his voice soft. "But we can't hide forever. Plus, people might start to wonder where we are."

You chuckle a little at that. "We've probably been gone too long already." Reluctantly, you untangle yourself from his embrace, though your hand finds his immediately, your fingers intertwined.

With a soft sigh, Peter leads you back towards the noise and lights of the party, your hand in his. As you return to the group, eyes turn towards you, curious and inquiring. But you're far too content to care about prying glances right now.

Steve, noticing your joint hand-holding, lets out a whistle. "Well, look who's back!" he teases, a smirk on his lips.

Wanda, ever observant, raises an eyebrow at your and Peter's intertwined hands. "Looks like you two have been busy," she remarks, her tone light but with a hint of mischief.

The group surrounds you both, questions and comments flying. "Finally!" Clint exclaims, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Bucky adds with a smirk, "About time you two figured it out."

The others chime in, their looks and remarks ranging from amused to approving to outright excited. You feel a bit flustered under all the attention, but Peter's hand in yours grounds you, making the teasing somehow less daunting.

Peter takes it all in stride, rolling his eyes at the comments and responding with sarcastic quips. Seeing him like this, relaxed and unbothered, warms your heart. He's acting like this new, unspoken thing between you is the most natural thing in the world.

“MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS” Tony and Sam shout from where they are standing on the bar “AND HAPPY EASTER AND ALL THAT SHIT”

The sudden shout from Tony and Sam momentarily breaks the conversation. You jump a little, startled by the unexpected exclamation. Once the initial surprise passes, everyone laughs, a mix of amusement and confusion on their faces.

"What in the world?" Steve exclaims, chuckling with puzzlement. Tony and Sam, standing on the bar, just look too pleased with themselves, looking like they're about to burst into a Christmas carol.

Sam grins widely, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You guys didn't think we'd let the year end without a little festivity, did you?"

Tony, next to him, adds, "We're just spreading holiday cheer, Cap!" The two of them laugh heartily, clearly enjoying their role as the unexpected jesters of the night.

The group responds with a mixture of laughter and groans, everyone caught up in the ridiculous spectacle. Even Peter can't help but laugh, shaking his head at Tony and Sam's antics.

Tony and Sam launch into an off-key rendition of 'Jingle Bell Rock', the tune completely butchered by their exaggerated dance moves on the bar. Despite the chaos, the atmosphere remains light and merry.

You look around, taking in the sight of the other Avengers, all laughing heartily at the performance. Tony and Sam's antics are utterly ridiculous, yet they manage to lift everyone's mood, making the night feel even more jubilant.

As the song comes to an end, Tony and Sam take a theatrical bow, a broad grins on their faces. The group erupts into applause, a mix of laughter and genuine appreciation for the unexpected entertainment.

The rest of the group takes the opportunity to jokingly boo, Tony and Sam's exaggerated bows. Tony throws his hands up in mock defense, saying, "Hey, we never claimed to be the next Broadway sensations!"

The night goes on, filled with laughter, banter, and more holiday cheer from Tony and the rest of the group. Amidst the merriment, you find yourself stealing glances at Peter when you think no one's looking. Each time, you catch his eye, and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze or a subtle wink.

Hours later, the party starts to wind down. People start to say their goodbyes and trickle out one by one until only a few remain, yawning and stretching after the long evening. Peter stands next to you, also looking a little tired, though his eyes hold that same affectionate warmth they've held all night. He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Well, that was a night," he says, his voice slightly weary.

You laugh softly, leaning a little against his side. "That's an understatement," you reply, a smile on your lips. The party's been a chaotic whirlwind of fun, teasing, and new revelations.

Graphic Credits - @saradika-graphics

Writing Help - @bloopf1sh

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year ago

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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.

Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.

You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.

But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.

You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.

Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.

He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.

You recognised the name.

He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.

At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.

“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”

You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.

In return, you offered to help him with his English report.

You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.

Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.

And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.

You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.

Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.

Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.

But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.

But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.

Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.

So, you dated other guys.

And, they were kind.

Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.

You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.

Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.

“Peter? You here?”

“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”

“No worries.”

Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.

It was usually like this.

You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.

“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.

So, he’d been in training today.

“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”

“Offer is always there.”

“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”

Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”

You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).

Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.

You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”

Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”

“What about you? What happened to Frank?”

“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”

“Seriously?”

You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”

“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”

“True.”

At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.

“Steve told me to give you these.”

“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”

“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”

“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”

You smiled. “You want them framed?”

“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.

“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”

Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”

“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”

“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”

“Even better.”

“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.

Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.

Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.

“How you feeling?”

You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”

Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.

“Look at me for a moment.”

You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.

“Stopped spinning?”

It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”

“Good.”

Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.

“Come on. Let’s head back.”

You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.

Months later, not much had changed.

You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.

But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.

You needed to get out of the house.

Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.

And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.

He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.

Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.

You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.

“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”

“Hunger, mostly.”

Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.

It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.

“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.

“Oh, thank you.”

“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Then someone called your name.

Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.

“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.

This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.

“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”

“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”

Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.

“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”

“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.

“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”

“Course, babe.”

Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.

Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go babe.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.

Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”

Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”

“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.

“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”

“I don’t- you have?”

Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”

“Those idiots are still standing here.”

“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.

“I,” Peter shook his head.

“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.

Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.

Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.

But he decided never to tell you.

He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.

And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.

Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.

Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.

Nat was completely right.

He was jealous.

He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.

It had confused him, at first.

You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.

He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.

Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.

“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”

“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”

“But do I?”

Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.

“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”

“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”

Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.

“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”

Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.

Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”

“What is she, then?”

Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”

“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.

“Of course I am but-”

Peter, once again, faltered.

Had he really just admitted that out loud?

It felt good.

“I am. I am in love with her.”

“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”

“But what if she doesn’t-”

Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”

Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.

“I’ve got to go.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.

You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.

You kissed him.

If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.

He couldn’t risk that.

So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.

And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.

And it was the longest three weeks of his life.

You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.

Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.

You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.

But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.

When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.

You were in his lab.

You hadn’t even called.

Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.

You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.

Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.

You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.

It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.

You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.

So, you’d been at work today.

And you were wearing his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).

His.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back!” you smiled.

Silence.

Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.

He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.

“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”

“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”

Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.

“How was your trip?”

“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”

“It does? That’s amazing.”

“I know.”

Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.

“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”

Peter tried to calm himself.

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”

You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.

“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”

A pang of guilt played in your stomach.

You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.

Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.

“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.

But neither of you moved.

Until Peter did.

“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”

Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.

“I’m done wasting time.”

Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.

Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.

If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.

He kissed you.

Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.

It was just as he dreamed and better.

Your head was spinning.

All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.

Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.

His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.

Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.

“Sorry, I just-”

“Don’t apologise.”

You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.

“Shocked?”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You beat him to it.

“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”

“You were?”

Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”

“I wouldn’t like you back?”

Peter nodded.

“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.

“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”

“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”

“What?”

“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.

The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.

The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.

Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.

“Did you forget somethin-”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.

“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Be careful.”

Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.

Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 8 months ago

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A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

#x reader #wattpad #fluff #fluffed up #sam wilson #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #black!writer #black!reader #all inclusive #overprotective!sam Wilson

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supercap2319 · 6 months ago

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"And these nodes where the lines converge…?" Y/N asked, touching one of the webs that had different scenarios and different versions of Spiderman. Male. Female. All of them into one thread of web.

"They are the canon. Chapters that are a part of every spider’s story every time. Some good. Some bad. ...Some, very bad." Miguel said. He turns to Y/N. "That's how the story's supposed to go." He gestures towards the images of different events, but similar nonetheless. Y/N watched in shock as he saw Peter 2 and Peter 3 holding their Uncle Ben's.

"Canon Events are the connections that bind our lives together. And those connections can be broken. That's why Anomalies are so dangerous. It's why you are so dangerous to your Peter and to the rest of the multiverse."

"Me? What did I do?" Y/N asked.

"You were never meant to be in love with Spiderman. Like the death of Uncle Ben, and in your Peter's case, Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Spiderman was always meant to be partnered with Mary Jane Watson. Even the death of Gwen Stacey is what makes Spiderman into the hero he's destined to be, but I'm sorry, Y/N. You and your Peter were never meant to be together." Miguel said with a flick of sympathy.

"No. I don't believe you." Y/N said.

"It's true, Y/N." Peter B said. "There's never been or ever will be a story where Peter Parker and Y/N Maximoff end up together."

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Pairing: (any) Peter Parker x Reader

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Overview: (Loosely based on this) After overhearing your conversation on the phone, Peter begins to worry about the status of your relationship and a miscommunication over text only makes matters worse.

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Peter Parker's such a terrible boyfriend.

...Okay, so maybe you've never said that to his face, but he's convinced it's true and he's also certain you agree. He's been a massive idiot lately which is a realization that makes him sick with worry and rotten with guilt.

Peter feels no hesitation with his feelings towards you and has always put effort into proving it: he gets you hand picked flowers collected during his patrols, writes loving messages for you with webs outside your window, and even texts you pictures of sunsets from the best views in New York, wishing you could be there in person with him because he absolutely treasures you, counting himself lucky every single day solely because of the fact that he can call himself your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he fears that the title might change here soon because no matter how boundless his love is for you, he's done a real shitty job of showing it - at least in the ways that really count the most.

Originally, Peter didn't notice the flaws to your relationship and even when he did, he foolishly brushed them off. Once your smile began to fade little by little each time he returned home wounded, he reminded you that you don't need to stay up waiting for him every night and can go to sleep earlier if you're just going to be tired and annoyed with him when he gets home. He didn't mean to word it so harshly. He was worn out himself and didn't take the time to consider that you wait all night because you're worried about him.

Your complaints about him returning from work without getting any groceries would simply be met with new promises to do so after patrol. If there was no food in the fridge for dinner, then he suggested ordering take out. As a man who could easily survive months on Top Ramen alone, he didn't think you'd mind Chinese food two days in a row.

Even when you'd beg him to stay home for a date night because you haven't had one in weeks, he'd push you away, insisting he needs to protect New York without once stopping to wonder how his priorities might translate in your mind: 'I need to protect a city of strangers as I do every single night, so no, I can't spare a few hours for my girlfriend'.

Throughout every sigh to part your lips, Peter turned a blind eye to it all. Sure, the two of you argue, but all couples do, right? He still loves you and you love him, it's just...a little rough dating a superhero is all, however you'll both get through it together, he was so sure - and that's the key word: Peter 'was' sure, but after your fight today and the self-reflection he's done since, he's not too confident anymore.

It seemed so minuscule this morning. He was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard you huff from the other room. Upon investigating, he found you holding a red and blue shirt in hand, frustration written all over your face. It was your favorite shirt and it definitely wasn't supposed to be that color. Of course, the reason for its unplanned dye job wasn't difficult to guess.

Peter apologized while explaining he was really tired the night before and must've thrown his suit into the wash without checking the other items first; an "honest mistake" he called it with a shrug. Once again, you huffed, throwing the shirt back into the hamper in clear defeat which only made him press further about your suddenly foul mood. From there, the situation only escalated into raised voices ending in you slamming the door directly in his face when he tried to follow you into the bedroom.

Looking back on it now, Peter realizes his apology came off as halfhearted as he merely continued to stuff another spoonful of cereal in his mouth in between sentences and he probably should've stayed at that locked door to give you a proper apology, yet regrettable that's not how it played out. Instead, he purposely sighed as loudly as he could, asking why you "act so bitchy anymore" before stomping off...Not the greatest way to resolve an argument.

Unfortunately, Peter can't say that was the first fight he's merely walked away from with you. You would think Spiderman would know better, but alas, he's an idiot. In his own immature mind, he didn't see anything wrong or unhealthy with this strategy of simply dropping 'unfavorable conversations', after all, it seemed he had a fifty-fifty chance of you either getting angrier or never bringing the topic up again, the latter of which has been occurring more frequently lately. It wasn't until this morning that he realized just because you don't bring it up again, doesn't mean it isn't still hurting you.

When Peter went back up to the bedroom door, prepared to tell you he'd be leaving for work soon, he heart shattered upon hearing your silent sobs from inside. You were crying because of him. Your tears have always been his weakness, but it was in that moment that he learned there's something else that can deal even more damage to his sorrow and that's the broken words you sniffled to presumably MJ on the phone:

"I-I just can't do this anymore! It doesn't matter what I do! I've tried to not be clingy. I've tried to give him space and let him do his thing, but he never comes back to me! I don't even remember the last time we've gone on a date. It's always New York this, Daily Bugle that. Hell, he volunteered to work a few extra hours the other day yet can't be bothered to stay home just to eat dinner at the table with me! It's like I'm last to everything else in his life even when I put him first in mine!"

The thought of your relationship ending turns Peter's nerves to mush. How could he be so stupid? So ignorant? Such an asshole when he has the perfect girlfriend who has kept putting up with his bullshit for all this time? You don't ask for much in return; you never have. You ask him to help with small chores in your shared apartment. You request that he texts you regularly throughout the night not because you need attention, but because you need to know he's safe. You want date nights every once in a blue moon because he's your boyfriend, goddammit! What's the point of saying you're dating if he feels more like a lazy roommate than an equal lover?

You're slipping right through his fingers and he has no one to blame except himself. He knows that now and he's been spending the entire day thinking about it along with some way to apologize properly.

Part of him wishes he would've just pulled himself together and done something right then, bursting into the room with the promise that he can change - that he will change. Hell, he'd burn his suit in front of you if it means you'll give him another chance - if you'll believe for a second that the relationship is worth saving...But alas, he couldn't bring himself to interrupted your call, feeling it would only betray your trust if you knew he had been listening to a private conversation.

Instead, Peter sat like a statue on the couch, waiting not so patiently for you to leave the room on your own accord. When you did, he leaped up only for you to walk directly past him while sternly reminding him you have work. Of course you had work and, no matter how far he followed you through the apartment, begging you to listen to him for even just a minute, you wouldn't so much as glance his way...The karma he deserves.

While you may not have given him any time to explain himself this morning, hope is not completely lost. Shortly after your departure, Peter came to the realization that his nerves will last all day if he doesn't do something about your earlier argument, thus he decided to text you:

Your final text hadn't come until ten minutes after his, but at least he has a chance to plead his case which he doesn't plan on letting go to waste. He's practiced his apology about a hundred times each hour, engraving the thought-out speech in the deepest corners of his mind despite none of it sounding quite right. Of course none of it sounds right! You sounded so convinced on your phone call - like your mind is already made up on ending the relationship. What if you can't be swayed? What if you don't love him anymore? It did take you ten minutes to text those words back. Maybe you weren't even wanting to say them to spare you both the extra pain at noon.

It may seem hopeless, as Peter worries, however he refuses to give up. Too tense at home, he took to swinging around New York while sometimes reciting his speech aloud. He's tried his best to predict any possible response you may have so that a counter argument can be prepared. He wants to show you that he means this - that he's confident in his ability to fix your crumbling relationship. He's even picked up a nice bouquet of flowers at the corner store, ignoring the weird looks the florists gave as Spiderman dropped from the sky just to nervously request the best flowers to avoid a break up.

Needless to say, Peter's heart nearly jumps out of his chest when his phone alarm finally rings at noon. By this time, he's already sitting on the rooftop of your workplace, waiting nervously for your call while reviewing everything he's prepared in the meantime.

Bad boyfriend or not, Peter still knows you. He knows you find the break room too crowded, so you prefer to grab your lunch and take it back to your desk to eat. That's when you'll likely call him. The plan is then for him to pour his heart out into his speech before hanging upside down outside your office window with the flowers. Sappy, yes, but it's the best a desperate wreck like Peter Parker can think of!

His focus is glued to his phone screen while waiting, only shattered by the sound of sirens nearby. Lifting his head, Peter's heart drops at the sight of several cop cars racing down the street to a location he's learned all too well throughout his time as Spiderman: the damn bank. Of course, someone has to rob the bank now! Crime has been quiet all day, but the one time Peter needs it to be so, it decides to be blaring loud instead!

He curses under his breath when standing only for his ringer to be the new sound in his ears. You're calling now! You're calling and there's a bank robbery a few blocks down! Why does the universe hate Peter like this?

"Hello -"

"- Hey, (Y/n)...Sweetheart - Listen, I'm, um," he bites his lip, watching a few more cop cars zoom by in the company of a firetruck," I am so sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back, okay? There's a robbery at the bank and I -...I promise I'm going to call you back before your break is over. I promise."

You don't respond too quickly much to Peter's concern - as if you already know to start weighing the worth of his promises. When you finally sigh, you sound just as tired as this morning, "...Sure, alright. Just...be safe, Peter, okay?"

"I know, I will be! I promise I'm going to call you right back so just hold tight!" Swinging into the air, Peter holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder, soon removing it with his hand but pausing to say before hanging up: "Have a good lunch, I love you!"

"...I love you, too..." Another delayed response, one Peter barely hears before pressing the little red button on the bottom of his screen.

He's dealt with lots of bank robberies before. He can make this quick. Swing in, keep the sass to a minimum, web up the badies, save the hostages, and return your call with plenty of time remaining for your break. It'll definitely work out that way, no sweat!

It didn't work out that way...No, of course it didn't, this is the life of Peter Parker; a man the universe just seems to hate most of the time. Forty two minutes; that's how long it took to deal with the whole fiasco at the bank. The robbers were armed with homemade weapons each packing a punch which are already annoying to deal with on their own, but sided with the worry of hostages and his already stressful day, the fight wasn't as easy as Spiderman had planned.

Nevertheless, no matter what the universe decides to throw his way, he has gotten good at recovering. Yet again, the bad guys were defeated and left webbed up for the police, however Spiderman had no time to deliver a clever pun before his exit. Instead, he disappears the second the threat is gone, his phone already in hand as he prepares to face another:

"Shit, shit, shit!" Peter curses, pacing across the rooftop he lands on while frantically texting you back:

Swinging a bit further, Peter begins his way towards your work with his phone balanced against his ear. He mumbles desperate pleas under his breath as he listens to the seemingly endless ringing before, to his relief, your voice finally picks up on the other side:

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank god! I didn't mean it's over as in 'I'm over with you and our relationship', but over as in 'I got the robbers'. I'd never break up with you especially over text, I swear - Listen, I really need to talk to you, but in person. Are you still at work?"

"Whatever it is, can't you just tell me now? I have that meeting in like ten minutes."

"No, I need to tell you in person. I need - I have to make sure that we're okay...I want us to be okay..." He's nearly in tears which is obvious to you by the sound of his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I really don't want you to break up with me. I know I've been a terrible boyfriend lately and I know I've made you feel like shit so I probably deserve to be dumped, but I swear I never meant to and I want to fix everything - I will fix everything, I swear! You're the most important person in my life - okay, maybe second to May because she's my aunt, but compared to everyone else! I love you more than Spiderman or the Daily Bugle or - or even those super good sandwiches at the corner deli!"

"Peter -"

"- My point is I can do so much better! I'll start doing all the chores, I'll take more days off from the Daily Bugle and I'll even stop being Spiderman if it means you'll be happy with me, I promise! Just please give me one more chance -!"

"- Peter, hold on!" He instantly shuts his mouth under the strictness in your voice. You hesitate on the other end before a sigh can be heard, "...How quickly can you be here?"

"Give me two minutes tops!"

"...Alright. Meet me on the rooftop - and don't be late. My manager's already an asshole as it is, so I can't be late to this meeting."

The sound of Peter landing on the roof causes you to turn around, yet you have no time to say anything before he's running towards you with his mask already crinkled in his hand as well as a few measly roses with broken stems in the other, "(Y/n), I’m sorry. I promise I’m sorry.”

“Peter, your face…” Perhaps it’s just instincts and routine at this point, but the first thing you notice is the nasty bruise already forming under his eye, not that he’s the slightest bit concerned about that, in fact he doesn’t even acknowledge your comment.

“Please give me another chance. I’ll fix everything!” When Peter officially reaches your side, he moves to hug you - desperately wanting to do so, however he stops himself with his hands on your arms, having no more confidence to push his luck. You could shove him away at any moment, after all, “Like I said, I’ll do the chores, I’ll go on as many dates as you want, and I’ll stop being Spiderman even -”

“- You wouldn’t stop being Spiderman. You’d never stop being Spiderman,” contrary to his expectations, rather than being angry, you run a hand through his hair, your voice a soft whisper, “You love being Spiderman too much, Peter.”

He bites his lip and bows his head in shame. You’re right. He doesn’t want to stop being Spiderman, but…

“...But I love you more…”

“...Peter,” your heart swoons. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you tilt your head to get a good look at him, “I know you love me and I love you, too. That’s why I could never ask you to give up something as important to you as Spiderman.”

“I thought…” He trails off.

“You thought what?”

He glances at you quickly before directing his eyes away, “...I thought you were mad at me because of Spiderman? Because I spend too much time working - that’s why you want to break up with me, right?”

You blink in surprise, “Huh? Why would you think I want to break up with you?”

“I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone,” now it’s your turn to look away in shame, “You said you couldn’t do this anymore…That you were pretty much fed up with me which you have every right to be. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately -”

“- You’re not a terrible boyfriend -”

“- I am, though!” Peter cries, “It’s like you said! I leave you second to everything else - I don’t mean to, but I made you feel like you’re not as important to me when you really are. You’ve always been important to me, yet I’ve been ignoring your feelings and I pushed you to the ledge -”

“- Peter Parker,” you move your hands to his cheeks, moving him gently to look at you as you speak quietly yet sternly, “...You’re right. You haven’t been the most ‘attentive’ lately and yes, it really hurts to be tossed aside compared to everything else. I know deep down that you don’t mean it and I know you love me. I love you too - sooo much which is why I really don’t want to break up…It’s just…Something needs to change.

“That call you heard - I was only ranting if anything because honestly, I haven’t felt like I’ve had anyone to talk to lately,” you squeeze your eyes shut, blinking back the tears, “I’ve been so worn out with it all. Work’s been crazy lately with my manager constantly up my ass for reports and then when I go home wanting nothing more than to spend time with the one person who makes all that stress go away, you aren’t there. I’ve…I can’t keep that up.

“...What’s important right now is that we both realize that. I don’t want you to give up being Spiderman, but you could take a night off once in a while, right? There’s like a zillion superheroes in this city, after all. Make the Avengers handle it or - I don’t know, that devil dude. Take a break not just for my sake, but yours, too” you let your hands fall down to Peter’s, holding onto them with a sigh, “...You’re not the only one who needs to change, though. This is partly my fault, too -”

“- It isn’t your fault. Why would it be your fault?” Peter interrupts with concern, yet you shake your head.

“I should’ve communicated to you that I was upset. I should’ve made sure you actually understood how I was feeling instead of just assuming or expecting it. Clearly, you care about us as much as I do and you want to make fixes now that you’re aware of the problems. If I just would’ve said something sooner, it wouldn’t have had to get to this point. It isn’t fair for either of us to suffer without the other’s knowledge nor is it healthy. We shouldn’t have to get pushed to the ledge or worry about a break up before ever once sitting down to actually talk about our concerns like grown ups…That’s what we’re supposed to be now, right?”

“I think so, although it’s not that easy, is it?” Peter mumbles then throws his head back dramatically with a groan, “Ah, May and Ben made it look sooo easy!’

You chuckle, resting your forehead against him, “I’m sure they had moments like this…We just have to learn, is all.”

For what feels like the first time today, Peter smiles and breathes his relief, “How about this: I’ll promise to start spending more time with you and doing more chores around the apartment if you promise to start telling me when you’re upset. Even if it’s something that seems totally stupid, okay? I won’t walk away anymore. I’ll sit and listen and if I don’t, you have my permission to call May on me.”

“It’s a promise,” you press your smile against his for what you intend to be a quick peck, however his arms finally wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into a longer kiss he’s been dying for all day.

“I love you,” he whispers once pulling away.

“I love you, too,” and there’s no hesitation or delay to your response this time.

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durrtydawg · 2 years ago

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wait hold up headcanon requests??? how do the uncharted guys like/prefer their oral sex (whether that means giving or receiving, your pick 👀)?? (but only if you want to) (also YES you should keep writing the Sadir Inheritance!)

Okay, you little devil. Have the brothers, because they took me long enough & i got a little carried away.

Nate & Sam Drake Giving/ Receiving Oral

(f!reader)| headcanons.

CW: nsfw (duh). 18+ pls <3

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Sam:

Giving

Yeah, yeah, he can be a selfish asshole, but god, does he love to put his mouth to work on you (even if it is sometimes primarily for his own satisfaction).

Things could go one of two ways when it comes to Sam; a nasty little tease, or a total sweetheart.

He can be a cocky, condescending bastard, and he takes an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing how flustered he can get you. Whilst he rushes most things in life, he has the patience of a saint when it comes to going down on you, and loves to be buried between your thighs until he's pretty much drunk on your taste.

Though, he certainly doesn’t make it a walk in the park.

Big fan of teasing. BIGGER fan of edging. He’s a relentless menace, and will make you beg for everything: for him to touch you where you need him to, to let you cum, you name it…he’ll have you begging the whole time.

Sam loves to both watch and hear you lose composure time and time again, and since he can be big-headed *cue hairline joke*, he 100% gets off on the fact that he has the ability to do so with his mouth alone- he’ll happily have you in any position where he can watch as you do so. Go-to's include:

-Legs over his back whilst he lays on his front, hands gripping your thighs over his shoulders with enough pressure to leave bruises, close enough for you to comb your fingers through his hair…if you’re lucky enough for him to let you keep those hands of yours untied.

-Sitting on his face‼️ Tongue, lips, nose- and even teeth if he’s feeling particularly sadistic- working together perfectly in order to send you making all kinds of sounds that only he could draw from you. Also means he can get that oh-so-important alternate grip on your ass and tits (expect him to smack 'em. He will.). Now, I know this may not be the obvious choice because you’re almost pinning him down, but it gives him a chance to really go to town ’til he's got you dripping all over his face. Plus- he’d never admit this out loud- but he actually loves feeling a little used by you when the time is right, thus what better position could you possibly be in?

Ohhh, and how could I forget the overstimulation? It’s quite a sight seeing the gentle licks and sucks he uses to repeatedly coax you to the edge transform to the unrestrained messiness of a man starved.

He’ll smirk and maybe even laugh at you as you whimper and writhe against his mouth in an attempt to quell the oversensitivity, whining for him to ease off, but he’ll have such a grip on you that you’ve simply got to ‘suffer’- after all “Sorry, I--I thought y'wanted to cum, didn’t you, Princess?”.

Won't stop until you're almost passed out, and will use such an opportunity to come up to the surface and kiss you in your state of lethargy, slick-coated stubble grazing against your face as he gets you to taste yourself, drawling between breaths about how delicious you are.

Maybe he’ll add his fingers to the mix to really get you feeling insane on your own pleasure before he has his turn.

Whilst he loves riling you up (something about the way he has full control over your pleasure sends him a bit feral), he has his moments where he can be almost as tender as his brother. Sam’s a quick-witted son of a bitch, and is all over the idea of sending you into fits of giggles, even whilst he goes down on you.

He's not afraid to whip out the amusing theatrics at the right time, and can become the human embodiment of a comedically-timed 'Careless Whisper' sax break- but you might have to rein it in if you want to actually get anywhere, because there's always a slight risk that he could ruin the moment.

Not feeling attractive? Talking smack about yourself? He won't hesitate to verbally 'shush' you before leaving a trail of bruises all over your upper thighs to shut you up. Compliments? He’ll find time to pepper them in... even while he’s got his tongue buried inside you.

Receiving

Honestly, he's not difficult to impress. Simply drop to your knees in front of him with a sweet little smile, and he's already half-way there.

Mostly wants to finish inside you (idgaf what anyone says, this man has a festering breeding kink), and will primarily enjoy getting head as foreplay, BUT, there have been plenty of times where the idea of finishing on your face, down your throat, or, god help him, all over your tits, gets him so hot that he has to have you that way.

Again, total menace at times, can be tender at others...but most often he's the former. Even if he starts out sweet and slow, the closer he gets to orgasm, the higher his tendency to get a tad carried away.

He's not afraid to take total control, especially on those days where he has a lot on his mind, and needs to let out a bit of pent-up stress. He'll take out said stress on you, but of course you're more than happy to oblige.

Gag reflex not fantastic? On those rougher days, tough luck. Sam doesn't give a shit.

"Aw, strugglin', sweetheart? Good." All deep and gravelly. Heh.

He'll be hitting the back of your throat, snarky rhetorical questions chuckled through a smirk because he knows you can't respond. If anything, he wants to hear you choke on him, and with a fist to your hair, will bury himself as deep as possible, holding your head still for a few seconds just to hear you gag, before sliding out, letting you gasp in air before he goes again. He probably won't even give you time to consider getting his balls involved, though he'd sing your praises if you do.

Completely gets off on watching you drool uncontrollably, eyes watering as he fucks your throat.

Rest assured though, he'll watch you with caution, just in case there's any sign that it's too much, but tbh he probably won't take that long, so you'll be fine.

He doesn't really have a go-to place to actually cum when it comes to oral- it's like playing wheel of fortune every time- but one thing's for certain: he's gonna growl, and it's not going to be neat, so here's hoping it takes place somewhere with nearby shower access.

Deffo fantasises about getting sucked off in a public place...the riskier the location, the more turned on he is by the idea of it. Funnily enough, he's too nervous to ask because he doesn't want to cross a line...but will 'joke' about the idea of it.

Above all, Sam's in awe of you every time you offer to go down on him, and whist he may not openly express it, he cherishes the more intimate moments between you. No matter how rough he is with you, he never fails to keep telling you how pretty you look with him in your mouth, and he's always quick to resort back to a wise-crack or two after he's done, just to bring himself back down to earth;

"Well, looks like I got all...Jackson Pollock over your...*snickering, pointing to come-covered tits* Bot-'Botticellis'." "My...Botte-I- What are you on about?" "The paint-Jackson...Pollock, the painter who did all the--" "Yeah, no, I get it, 'Michaelangelo's 'David''. Just...towel please, wise guy."

Nate:

Giving

Our babygirl Nathan isn’t just a pretty face.

Now, we all know he presents himself as a bit of a know-it-all womanizer, but once he’s alone with a partner, that façade crumbles away like 99% of the bridges he sets foot on.

This sweetheart loves giving- like, loooves it, but it takes him a hot minute to get to it unless you’re the type to instruct him to do so- he can get a little nervous, and is always keen to impress, so reassurance is always helpful.

However, as soon as you make it clear that you want him to go down on you, he’s all “can't wait to taste you” right up to the second his lips are latching onto your clit. From here-on-out, he's enraptured.

He loves the intimacy of it all, and he shows it. Despite the fact that he’s doing all sorts of unholy things to you with his mouth, his hands love to wander; thumbs stroking your hips and the tops of your thighs, fingers sometimes lacing with yours if they meet at the right time. He adores it when you tell him how good he’s doing, and as your mewls and sighs progress into more languid moans, and your nails dig into him a little harder, he swears it makes him feel almost as good as being inside you altogether.

Pull👏🏼Nathan’s👏🏼hair. He loves when you get a little rough with him, and hair pulling is a huuuuge turn on. He definitely didn’t tell you this with words, but one accidental tug that you thought was a little too rough once resulted in a groan that let you know it was imperative you do it again.

Similarly to his brother, Nate enjoys a bit of edging when he’s erring just on the right side of cocky. Eating pussy is a strong contender for his favourite type of foreplay, and if he can get you just that little bit frustrated, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life when you’ve had enough. He only gets hornier the more he riles you up, solely based on his knowledge that you're not afraid to reprimand him.

In terms of position, he loves kneeling while you open up at the edge of the bed (or any surface for that matter), so you’re able to look down at him while you comb your fingers through his hair, muttering about how good he is and how amazing his mouth feels. He wants to see how good of a job he's doing, so will take multiple glances up at you through his lashes to watch how he's making you feel.

Encourage and praise him if you want to be rewarded with some extra stimulation; a simple “doing so good for me, babyboy” will send him humming gratified groans right into you.

If he’s feeling particularly submissive, he’ll beg for you to sit on his face. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you grinding yourself onto him as he laps you up like his life depends on it….just don't be surprised if he cums before you get a chance to return the favour.

Receiving

Nate definitely isn’t opposed to the idea of receiving, but is very intent on assuring you that you really don’t have to if you don’t want to - in saying that, he’s equally as quick to shut his mouth the moment you drop on your knees for him. If it makes you happy, he wants nothing more.

Wake him up with a blowjob, and he'll be putty in your hands for the rest of the day. Though he'll be in full admiration of you regardless of when you go down on him.

Will delicately brace a hand behind your head during, but wouldn't ever think about moving it in any way- he'll play with the hairs on the nape of your neck to give himself something to distract him from finishing too soon, so he's not nervously clutching onto whatever's nearby.

If he's not doing that, he's cupping your jaw, swiping up the stray spit that escapes the corners of your lips- he probably thinks it's helping you out somehow...it's not, but it's cute nonetheless.

Loves watching you- partially because he wants to make sure you're genuinely enjoying yourself, but mostly because he can't deny how good you look with his cock in your mouth, glint in your eye as you look up at him through your lashes.

BIG blusher, and actually pretty noisy. He gets so whiney the closer he gets to finishing, despite his attempts to keep any sounds held at the back of his throat- his hands can often be found searching feverishly for something to grip onto as he twitches on your tongue.

Nate definitely likes it when you deepthroat him, however, he hasn't once tried to force it out of you, and he prefers it if you take your time. If you gag, he's gonna panic and will probably pull away from you to ensure you're okay- He'll probably be too concerned to let you carry on, which can get annoying when all you want to do is go ham on his cock, but you can't deny it's sweet and endearing that he's thoughtful enough to check up on you.

Sometimes, however, you just have to shut him up by sitting on his face whilst you continue, just to keep his mouth occupied. Every cloud, eh?

Tie him tf up if you really want to see a man flustered- he wants it, but just won't ask. If you're not planning on making him finish with oral alone, use this as an opportunity to edge him to oblivion before you fuck him <3.

Will always always warn you when he's about to cum. He doesn't want to catch you by surprise, and wants to make sure you're not about to get caught off guard.

He'll want to jerk himself into your mouth if he's held himself together enough to do so- not only does he love the expectant grin and slight vulnerability on your face as you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, but he wants to prove to you that he's capable of having a little control over his own pleasure. He's definitely missed before though, because he can't keep his eyes open, and on more than one occasion there's been an emergency dash to pick up some eyedrops from the chemist.

Will be all blushy and giggly and cute as he wipes your face clean, never failing to remind you how much he thinks the world of you, thanking you time and time again til he's ready for round two.

Me:

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