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alwaysthegeorges · 4 months ago

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What Dreams Are Made Of - Peter Parker x Reader (1/2)

Summary - You and Peter are friends. Except when he looks at you like that.

Warnings - Fluff, pining, talks of sex

Word Count - 4.4k

a/n - this went so far from what I had originally imagined. part 2 will be hardcore smut so stay tuned

!gif not mine!

You and Peter Parker were friends. That was all. At least that's what you told yourselves.

As a neighborhood hero yourself, you spent a lot of time with Peter. Being at the "bottom of the food chain" at the Avengers tower had its perks, of course, but it also meant that whenever anyone was too lazy to go get what they needed, you and Peter were tasked with the errands. Thor wanted a sandwich from the deli across town? Whatever. Natasha craved a chocolate cupcake from the bakery right across the street? No problem. Except when they made you take the friendly neighborhood Spiderman with you to get him out of the house.

Peter had the tendency to hole himself up in his room for days when he wasn't saving the city or doing patrols. Legos and whatever online forums he was browsing took up most of his time, which was frustrating to the entire tower, especially you. Totally not because you liked him, but because it wasn't healthy. So, every few days you had gone solo, Tony would drag his young protégé out of his room (sometimes by physical force) and force him to accompany you.

Being one of the few young women living at the tower and working with the team, they all treated you like a younger sister, just like they treated Peter as their younger brother. They all knew you could both hold your own on the battlefield, but they also knew sometimes you needed big sibling advice, needed to be told which side of the wrench to use, or even to be pushed together with your crush so you guys would just kiss already and stop pining. Steve's words, not yours.

What you loved about the team is that they always looked out for the two of you. What you hated was having to go around like their assistants to get them coffee from the 24-hour gas station at 4 a.m. so they could plan for whatever major fundraising event was coming up. If they were up, so were you and Peter, just in case they needed something. It may have been annoying sometimes, but they did so much for you that it only felt right to give that back in the ways you could. So, when coffee was requested for the second time in four hours, and the idea of buying a coffee pot for the tower was waved off, you and Peter headed out to the gas station.

The ding of the bell sounded as the two of you groggily shuffled in, the clerk side-eyeing you like you had just ruined his night by showing up for the second time in a night. As you browsed the aisles separately to shoot the shit, occasionally calling to one another to grab a certain snack, you could feel the long night getting to your brain. Of course, when you got groggy and tired, your brain started to tell you Peter was sending you signs that he liked you more than a friend, which was preposterous. Peter was dating MJ, and it was going well. However, you couldn't shake the fact that his glances at you felt longer, his arm around your shoulder felt less platonic, and the air felt thicker when you were alone together. But of course, that was all in your head, as you tried to remind yourself as he tossed you your favorite snack before heading to the checkout counter.

"Put your stuff up there too, and I'll just put it on the business card. Tony really shouldn't trust me with this thing when I'm near candy," Peter joked, smiling back at you as you came up behind him to put your items on the counter.

"I don't know why he keeps giving it to you instead of me. I'm clearly the more responsible one," you quip, eyeing the 3 different packs of candy you had grabbed along with the coffee cups.

The two of you shared a stare, chuckling at the haul as Peter shoved the card into the reader. His head whipped around as the card reader started beeping rapidly, taking it out with confusion.

"Sorry man, you shoved it in too hard. Sometimes the reader can get sensitive with that stuff," drawled the clerk, and Peter gently put the card back in with a chuckle.

"Jeez, Parker. Hope you don't treat MJ like that card reader," you joked, shoving your elbow into his arm. His face went red and he laughed, but then suddenly found the reader to be super interesting.

As the two of you carried your bags and drinks back to the tower, the air felt tight, and he hadn't spoken a word since he wasn't able to take his eyes off the reader. You had a feeling it had to do with your joke about MJ, so you piped up.

"Hey, sorry if the card reader joke was weird."

"No, no, it's fine. It just took me off guard," he said, not taking his eyes off the pavement.

"I didn't mean to imply that you were.." you trailed off. That he was what? Rough? You couldn't imagine Peter being rough. Sexually at least.

"No, seriously, you're fine. It's just- we haven't exactly-" he coughed.

"You two haven't had sex?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to, I just haven't-"

The conversation got cut off by the elevator opening, causing a stampede of tired and overworked heroes jonesing for their liquid sleep. After distributing the goods, the two of you made your way into the main living room and sat on the couch, finally digging into your haul of sugar. After a beat of silence, you sat back on the plush couch and looked at him.

"So?" you asked innocently.

He finally looked at you instead of the floor.

"What?"

"Why haven't you guys done it yet? I thought you were in love or something."

"That's a long story," he started, shifting in his seat. He suddenly found the floor more interesting again.

"If you don't want to talk about sex, that's fine. But you're always raving about MJ to me, and you've been quiet all night. You can tell me if something's going on, you know. We're friends," you said, shifting forward and placing a hand on his forearm.

Peter looked at you, and a beat passed as he searched your face. You were worried you had upset him or pushed too hard, but just as you rescinded your hand and opened your mouth to apologize, he spoke.

"She told me she loved me and I just... I couldn't say it back."

Your mind immediately reeled. Why couldn't he say it back? Did he like someone else? Was he lying to protect her from people coming after them?

He must have seen the look on your face, because he pretty quickly launched into an explanation so your mind wouldn't work too hard.

"I wanted to say it back," he started, taking a deep breath. "Something just told me that if I did, then she'd want to have sex, and I know we've been dating for 4 months, but I'm just not ready for that. It's too important and I don't want to waste it on-" he stopped. His face immediately reddened as you sat up quickly.

"Too important? Why?" you asked curiously, not being able to contain your thoughts.

"Just, never mind. I'll talk to you later."

With that, Peter got up and stalked away, leaving a trail of confusion behind him. Your mind raced for answers but came up short, and you ultimately gave up and shuffled back into the meeting room. There was some large map on the table, so you ended up near the end, where Steve was watching, looking bored.

"What was that all about?" Steve asked, apparently in a mood to talk about anything else than a charity event.

"Nosy much?" you joked, giving him a look.

"Indulge me. It's not that often we get a gloomy Peter."

"I think I pushed too hard when he told me he and MJ haven't had sex yet," you admitted with a sigh. Steve looked at you with surprise at the answer.

"Really? I thought they were madly in love~" he replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I know, I was surprised too. But apparently, it's 'too special' to do with her yet. But I can't figure out why. He's being weird about it, like he's never done it before-"

The realization hit the two of you like bricks.

"Oh my god, little Petey hasn't had sex yet? Isn't he like 21?" Steve asked, a bit too gleefully.

"Yeah, we're only a few days apart. That makes so much sense now! But I wonder why he feels like it wouldn't be special enough with MJ."

"Why don't you go ask him? Sounds more interesting in this stuff, anyway."

You nodded and cupped Steve on the shoulder before heading to the hallway with both your and Peter's rooms. You slowed as you came up to his door, bringing your hand up to knock, but stopping. He's probably had enough sex talk for the night. Instead, you dropped your hand and went to your own room, sleeping a little more peacefully with the knowledge that maybe Peter and MJ weren't as solid as you thought.

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A pounding at your door woke you up with a jump.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late!" A voice called from the other side.

You rolled over to look at your alarm clock. 11:30 a.m. With a groan, you got up and started to get dressed.

You had been distracted all day. The whole team had to be at this too-large banquet hall to set up for the charity event that night, but your mind was definitely not on fancy curtains and chocolate fountains. As much as you didn't want to admit it, a part of you was relieved that Peter and MJ weren't as serious as you thought. A part of you wanted to know why he was so adamant that MJ wasn't the one he wanted to lose his virginity to, but the other part told you to leave it alone and keep it in your pants. As much as you wanted to fantasize, Peter had in no way made a pass at you, nor should he. He was your teammate. It didn't matter that his eyes gleamed when the two of you stood a little too close, or that his hand seemed to linger when you accidentally touched hands at meetings. He had a girlfriend, and that was that.

You had just started to accept this fact when you glanced at him across the room, and he ducked his head like he had just been caught staring. You brushed it off, trying to convince yourself that it was just a coincidence and that he was probably just thinking about your conversation last night. You had hauled yourself into focusing on the decorating so much that you didn't even notice at first when he showed up at your side with a coffee and your favorite dessert. You jumped a little when he said your name, but thanked him sweetly for the gesture. Peter brought you the combination a lot when he could tell you were tired or stressed. He was just a good friend like that, and you had forbidden yourself from thinking about it any other way years ago.

"I'm sorry about last night," he offered, sipping his own coffee.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I overstepped," you said, placing a hand on his arm. So muscular from training, yet so soft- nope. Not thinking about that. You removed your arm and tried really hard to focus in on the conversation. His eyes seemed to wander anywhere but yours, which wasn't like him, but you were trying not to push too hard again.

"You didn't. I'm just a little sensitive about sex. I just want it to be perfect, you know? And I know that it probably won't be because it rarely is, but I just have this picture in my head of what it should be. And I'm not ready to give that up just yet. Even if I do like MJ."

You felt a ping in your heart at the last sentence, but you soldiered on.

"That's okay. You shouldn't have to settle for something that's not what you want."

"Thanks. I'm trying to keep my expectations down, anyway. It's not like I have the means for a candlelit rooftop," he laughed, shoulders seeming to ease a bit. You chuckled, trying very hard to not notice the cute blush donning his cheeks.

"Oo, candlelit rooftop, eh? What other fancy plans do you have in mind, mister romantic?"

His blush deepened, and he hung his head to the floor with a sultry chuckle before bringing it back up with a look you couldn't decipher.

"Let's just say that when it happens, we won't leave until the sun comes up."

With that, Peter sauntered away with an air of confidence, leaving you to pick your jaw up off the floor all by yourself.

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The alarm set on your phone went off with an annoying ring just as you were putting on your second earring. Fortunately, a lot of important people were going to be showing up to this fancy event, so Tony had instructed the entire team to put on their best. For you, that meant your old-that-doesn't-look-old prom dress you were surprised still fit. You peered into the mirror, giving one final look at the glittering navy that hugged your body so well it was sinful. Your hair cascaded down one shoulder, the other side pinned with silver and diamond pins. It was safe to say you cleaned up well.

You grabbed your phone to shut the alarm off just as Peter opened your door. You stumbled back from your bed in surprise, and as Peter opened his mouth to apologize, he stopped. Like a deer in headlights, the man looked you up and down with his mouth quite literally hanging open.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you said, chuckling at his gawking.

Before you could even register what he was doing, Peter ripped his phone out of his pocket and took a picture. He lowered it after the shutter sound, smiling the biggest you had seen in months.

"Did you really just-?" you asked in disbelief, not being able to control the laughter that spilled out. This man.

Proudly, like a kid showing his parent the artwork he just created, he showed you the picture he took. It was half blurry and the lighting was terrible, but he seemed so pleased with himself that you couldn't help but laugh.

After you got ahold of yourself, you grabbed your clutch purse, sliding your phone in. You walked out of your room, grabbing Peter's hand and pulling him along with you to the elevator like an excited puppy.

"We have a banquet to endure."

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The banquet was roaring with people, laughing echoing off the walls, and too-drunk women reaching for more champagne. The few people you had talked to didn't have much to say, and only really wanted to talk about their boats and mansions. You decided to steer clear of them for now, going to grab yourself a second flute of champagne from the bar instead. You sipped your glass as you surveyed the scene, and caught the eye of a curly-haired, golden retriever of a man, already staring back at you. You noticed him politely excuse himself from the people he was talking to and saunter over to you, a half-empty glass in a hand of his own.

"Come to bore me with details about your boat, Parker?" you asked jokingly as he reached you and set his glass on the bar.

"Oh, of course. But my glass was also getting empty," he quipped, winking at you before turning to watch the bartender fill his drink.

"You weren't coming over here to tell me how exquisite I look tonight like the other old men looking for a sugar baby, were you?"

Peter picked up his glass and took a long sip before pausing to answer.

"I would describe you as ravishing, darling. And that's not exactly the kind of baby I'm looking for," he said in a jokingly I-am-rich-and-serious tone, going to sip his drink again. You choked on the hair, shaking your head at him. In the background, you noticed a band start to play a slow melody.

"You're lucky you're cute, Parker," you chuckled, taking the time to look him up and down like he had done earlier. Man, did he clean up nice.

"Don't think I don't see you checking me out. If you're going to gawk, at least make it subtle!"

You gasped out a laugh, looking back up at his face to see a cocky look on his face.

"May I remind you that you basically tripped over yourself to get a picture of me earlier?"

"Mm, I don't recall. Shall we dance?" he asked, brushing past the question with one of those goddamn smiles. He sat down his drink, now empty, and held out his hand for you to take.

You shook your head at him with a smile, but ultimately put your cup down and took his hand. He grasped it gently, but like you would slip away if he let go. You could feel the suaveness in his steps as he pulled you onto the dancefloor and into him, chest to chest. As you swayed to the music, hand in hand, so close all you could smell was his cologne, a soft silence fell between you. The music tumbled through the air as he held you, and for once, you let your mind wander. Your gaze drifted all over his face, taking in his freckles, his dimples. The way his mouth curved just so. It was overwhelming, how sudden you felt it. You had known Peter for so long, and your friendship was so solid. You didn't let yourself think about him the way you truly wanted to because you couldn't give that up. You wouldn't trade it for the world. He was so good, and soft, and caring. He sometimes cared more about your well-being than you did, especially when the nightmares would come and the depression would take over. The nights you woke up screaming, he would rush in and hold you for hours, getting you a snack once you had calmed and staying with you until morning. He would go out of his way to run errands with you sometimes, even if it was just getting toilet paper from the corner store. He was everything to you, and you couldn't risk that just to have him not feel the same. It would be the loss of your life. So, you hid it. You didn't allow it to swallow you whole, until now. Here, in this sparkling ballroom, dressed to the nines and bathing in Peter's scent, all you wanted to do was scream that you loved this man. It took everything in you to hold him so close, and yet keep the biggest secret from him. It was too risky.

You thought, at least. In the time you were lost in your head, your faces had gotten close. Too close. You looked up through your eyelashes into Peter's beautiful brown eyes and tried not to drown in your thoughts as you felt his breath on your cheek. As you felt his lips brush yours, your eyes fluttered closed-

A crash. You both jumped back as the music abruptly ended, and everyone turned to see the too-drunk wife of a very rich guy you had spoken with earlier in the middle of broken glass and champagne on the floor. Of course, she ran into the champagne fountain. There's your life.

You and Peter shuffled off the floor now that the mood was sufficiently ruined. You ended up settling at one of the standing tables nearby. The silence as some waiters cleaned up the broken glass slowly began to kill you. Doubt crept into your mind because Peter was your friend. He didn't like you like that. He surely felt you shift and didn't want to ruin the moment. Stupid, letting you feel for him. You knew it would ruin everything.

Peter shifted uncomfortably from side to side, and though the band had picked up again, you could tell something was off. He wasn't as chatty as usual, and he wore a solemn expression you couldn't place, solidifying the fact that you had fucked up.

"What's wrong?" you asked gently, breaking the silence.

"I broke up with MJ," he answered, almost a whisper.

"Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I had to. She's not the one I can't stop thinking about," he admitted, eyes shifting back to yours.

You reeled back, confused. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Who is she, then?" You tried not to let the hurt infiltrate your voice. Of course, he met someone.

Peter's face shifted.

"What?"

"Who is she?" you gulped, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You couldn't look him in the eye.

"Are you fucking with me? If you are, it's not funny," he said flatly. Your world was spinning. The warmth in your chest was gone now, leaving a gaping hole of emptiness in its place.

"Surprise, I don't watch your dating life with a microscope. Just tell me."

"You are unbelievable," he said, stepping back and shaking his head. You could see the hurt on his face.

"Peter-"

"I have to go," he said flatly, and rushed off without saying another word.

You felt the emptiness in your chest rise again, and even though the champagne tower was ruined, the bar sure wasn't. You stalked over to the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had.

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Come to the roof read the text you received from Peter. This had better not be some superhero emergency.

You shoved your phone back into your bag and headed towards the elevator, pushing the highest button when you got in. Peter had been gone for about 30 minutes, which gave you plenty of time to sulk over whatever the fuck had happened. Oh, and gave you time to shoot down a couple shots. To your dismay, you were only tipsy. Stark apparently didn't allow too hard of liquor in case, well, what happened with the champagne tower.

As the elevator reached the rooftop, you took a deep breath, trying to soothe the nerves in your stomach. Fucking anxiety.

As soon as the door opened to the crisp night, you saw him. Peter, standing at the end of an aisle of candles. You stepped off the elevator, now officially confused. You walked towards him up the aisle of candles slowly, as if to not startle a deer. He was quiet as you approached, but you still couldn't read his face. You had been friends for years, and yet he still baffled you sometimes.

"Sorry, I uh, I'll leave you be," you pushed out.

"What?" Peter asked, pulling his hands from his pockets.

"You meant this for someone else? Wrong number, I guess. I'll let you get to it."

As you turned to walk away, Peter snagged your hand, pulling you back toward him.

"What do you see?" he asked plainly.

"What?"

"Describe what you see."

Still confused, you obliged, scanning the area.

"Candles. A blanket. The skyline. You," you answered, meeting his gaze once again.

"What does this look like?"

"A date? I guess?"

"And I texted you to come up here," he said, a small smile returning to his face. He grabbed your other hand, which was now apparently free. When did you set that down?

"You meant to text someone else," you replied confidently.

"I did not mean to text someone else. I meant to text you."

"But that means-" you stopped.

"I set this up for you. Us." His smile widened, and he began to pull you closer. Your cheeks reddened. It suddenly was very hot on this roof.

"Why?"

"You are so beautiful. Fast. Strong. Smart. You can be a little daft sometimes, though."

And with that, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Not too hard, but definitely not soft. He kissed you like he needed you, like you were oxygen and he was drowning. He put everything he had into that kiss, and it sent you soaring. You wrapped your hands around his wrist and waist, pulling him closer to you and kissing him back. You didn't realize how much you needed this until this moment. It was everything. Spring breezes, crunchy fall leaves, the stars twinkling at midnight. It was the glowing sun and the shining moon, the waves crashing on beaches, and birds singing in the morning. You never realized how much you were missing out on until this moment, when he was kissing you and you were kissing him. It was the moment you burst. There was no hiding anymore.

The kiss slowed, and you pulled away just enough to look him in his big, beautiful eyes. Breathless, the two of you sighed into soft laughter, unbelieving that it finally happened.

"So this is why you couldn't have sex with MJ?"

"You have had my heart since we met. I just didn't realize it yet."

He kissed you until your lips were swollen, until you felt there was no more air in the atmosphere. It was so perfect, and sweet, and him.

You moved to lay on the blanket he had set out, legs getting tired and weak after finally getting to feel everything you had suppressed for years. He held you, and you softly exchanged stories and sweet nothings. You told him everything, he told you. It was nothing short of perfect. The two of you lazily made out on the blanket under the stars and relished in the feeling of finally. Peter didn't even care when the sun rose over the skyline, because even though it was his first time having sex, it was deeper. It was his first time fully loving. Reveling in this happiness and the full extent of what it is to love and be loved. It was what dreams were made of.

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aceofhearts25 · 5 months ago

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🖤❤️ Touchy, Touchy (Deadpool x Spider-Person Reader) ❤️🖤 Deadpool and Spider-Man/Spidersona👇

Ayy, peeps, time for some fun shit of one of my favorite ships: Spideypool! Basically the dynamic of the regular Spideypool ship. Reader is gender neutral, so y’all can ship yourselves with Deadpool or if you want, y’all can imagine it being regular Spideypool with Peter and Wade. No limitations fr. Summary: Deadpool is always touchy and clingy around you, and you always hate it, but what happens when maybe you need his touch? Warnings: Angst, some fluff, some sexual jokes, some violence, some swearing, (I mean, it’s Deadpool) “Ah, who gives a fuck, let’s fucking go already!” -Deadpool

Swing, whoosh, thud. The vigilante landed on the edge of a rooftop, perched on it, peering out onto the city. Sigh. A boring night. No crime, painful silence, almost deafening, it felt off…

“Hey Spideyyy~” A voice said from behind. The “spidey” in question instantly flinched as the voice was easily recognized. Deadpool. The Merc with a Mouth, the happy, insane chatterbox of violence and death that plagued the hero’s every breathing moment. Maybe deafening silence was better? Another sigh escaped the masked mouth of the spider-themed hero.

“Leave me alone.” The Spider said in a monotone voice. Deadpool walked from behind and gave the hero’s waist a big hug from behind, placing his masked head on the Spider’s shoulder.

“Aww, c’moooon, don’t be like thaaaat~” The merc said with a whiny voice. With a quick shove and push, Deadpool was no longer holding on to the hero.

“What the fuck do you want now, Wade? I’m not in a good mood.” The troubled hero said, as life had been going very wrong for the webslinger. Work, money, relationships, it seemed like the vigilante was in a low point. Recently, one of the hero’s closest mentors and acquaintances, Otto Octavius, had gone bad, and was now wandering about the city, causing disasters, with four giant, metal arms behind his back. The hero had been looking for him all week long. “Ooh, feisty today. I like that.” Deadpool exclaimed while leaning near to the webslinger. A disgusted frown appeared on the webbed mask. “I can make you feel all better, Spidey, just come to Deadpool!” The merc exclaimed, the eyes on his mask indicated that he was smiling as he stretched his arms out, inviting the hero for a hug. A frown was all he got in return. With a quick thwip, swoosh, the hero was gone. Deadpool sighed and slumped down. One day, he was gonna get’em. This was usually how their interactions went. Something similar had happened the day before, and two days before that, and etc. The merc would speak (and make endless sexual jokes), touch, hold, cuddle, and/or (attempt to) kiss the hero nonstop until the Spider eventually got fed up and either hit him, yelled at him, or left, in an attempt to keep him away, but it never worked. It sometimes even seemed like it motivated him even more. -

The next day, the hero was following leads on where Doc Ock could be hiding out. The vigilante snuck through the city from morning to afternoon, through abandoned buildings, hidden places, and more possible leads, picking up little clues and signs of Ock’s presence. As the Spider attempted to read an old, faded blueprint that was hanging off a wall in an abandoned warehouse, a pair of arms wrapped around the hero’s neck. On instinct, a big punch landed on the face of the person and the Spider turned around to face them. It was Deadpool. “Aaaaahahaow, right in Ryan Reynolds’s nose-” He muttered and whined, rubbing his nose aggressively. “Shit, sorr- what the fuck are you doing here?” The webslinger said with a frown, hands on hips. Deadpool halted his nose-rubbing. “Aww, did you just apologize to me, Spidey?” He said with an eager smile, placing an hand on his chest and acting flattered. Again, all he got in return was a silent frown. “I followed you, silly.” He said, booping the hero’s nose playfully. The frown remained prevalent. “Yeah, no shit. Why? I’m doing some serious stuff here. Your presence could ruin everything!” The Spider said, pointing aggressively at and on his chest. Deadpool just chuckled at the pokes and attitude of the Spider, which he found adorable, especially considering that he was taller and bigger. The frown on the hero’s mask got deeper. “Why? Well, cuz I like being around you, Webs. We’re like lovers, like Sonny and Cher. Also, I gotta have a lazy reason to be here for this fanfiction to work.” He said, while waving his hand around, looking somewhere else for a second. The webslinger frowned and shook off the confusion of Deadpool’s existence and his weird words. “Well, you know Sonny and Cher divorced, right?” The Spider said with a small smirk, arms crossed, voice sassy. Deadpool frowned and then smiled. “Okay, bad example… uh, we’re like Bonnie and Clyde!” The merc said, grabbing the Spider’s shoulders. Another frown. “Sure, man, I’m a murdering robber.” The ever-sassy hero said as the vigilante moved away from the excited chimichanga-lover’s grasp and started rummaging around the place. The echoing sounds of metal, wood, and the red and black chatterbox filled the warehouse. The superhero didn’t find much, but there were definitely hints of what Ock had been planning and doing. Deep thoughts were soon interrupted by an arm slinging itself around the neck of the hero. “…And that’s why I think that prostrate-assisted orgasms are the best.” The lewd mercenary finished his endless, uncomfortable speech that the Spider wasn’t even listening to. “Right… I’m done here, so g’bye.” The Spider said in a monotone voice and swung away, glancing back for one millisecond only to see Deadpool waving eagerly. With a sigh and a head shake, the hero headed off home, keeping the clues in mind. One thing was obvious, the arms were interfering with Octavius’ mental health somehow.

Three days later. The Spider, now in civilian attire, wandered about the city, shopping for necessities and sighing when the prices were always a little too much than what the webslinger had in hand.

As the currently fairly normal-looking hero filled the fridge with required food and not required snacks, a huge thud erupted from outside, not too far away. And with a quick suit up, the hero followed the sounds of screams and metal moving about. It was Doctor Octopus. His menacing arms looked worse in the darkness of the night. They instantly began fighting, the vigilante trying to reason with the mentally unstable man. Ock got various hits in, almost annihilating the hero with a hard squeeze of his tentacles. The Spider dodged and backflipped away, landing on the edge of a building. “Listen to me Otto, this isn’t you- the arms-!” The hero pleaded, only to be cut off by a metal hit to the face, dropping the Spider to the ground. Something broke. After various flips, attempts to web up the maniacal Doctor, and many, many broken bones, the Spidey sense of the hero suddenly triggered. The vigilante’s head flicked around until the mask’s eyes landed on something and widened. A large, yellow, crane that had been weakened from the fight was shaking, about to fall… on Doc Ock. “DOCTOR OCTAVIUS, WATCH OUT-!!!” The hero yelled, voice harsh and raspy from the adrenaline. However, the Doctor did not react fast enough, and the crane landed, smashing his metal arms into something that resembled a crushed soda can, and leaving his body severely bloody, with many limbs no longer in their right places. The webslinger’s eyes had never been wider as the hero ran up to him and took him out from under the crane. He had no pulse. “SOMEBODY, HELP- GET AN AMBULANCE-” The hero yelled as loud as humanly possible. Ambulance sirens roared nearby as passersby were aware of what happened and had called for police and ambulance a while ago. The Spider watched from a rooftop as they carried Otto’s destroyed body to a hospital to attempt and save him. The webslinger swung off and sat at the edge of a rooftop, mask off, eyes wide in thought and crying involuntarily. The image of Otto’s distorted and destroyed limbs and bloody face and body burned into the superhero’s brain and it wasn’t going away. What could’ve been done differently? What could’ve been prevented? A close mentor and friend was dead, and it was all the presumed “hero’s” fault. Maybe Jameson was right? All those thoughts lingered on the broken hero’s head. “Spidey?” A voice asked from behind. The hero’s head flicked back, filled with blood, tears, and a new type of pain inside those crying eyes. Deadpool stood there awkwardly. For one, he liked how the hero’s face looked, this was his first time seeing it. But that didn’t matter right now. Second, he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. He could feel it. His beloved Spidey was broken, and it was a look he’d seen all too many times, on himself mostly.

“You okay?” He wondered with a little head tilt and a small poke to the hero’s back, his voice wasn’t as loud as usual. The hero stood up, defenses down. The Spider wasn’t fighting back or frowning. Deadpool walked up to the webslinger and placed a hand on a suited shoulder awkwardly for some slight comfort, looking down at the saddened and maskless face that stood before him. He would offer a hug, but he knew how the vigilante felt about it. “He’s dead because of me, Wade.” The sad hero murmured, In this moment of vulnerability, of pain, of being so broken, the merc offered a hug, arms outstretched, expecting an all-too common rejection. Only this time, his eyes widened when the Spider walked over and fell on his large chest, in a weird, pained, almost touch-starved hug. Deadpool stiffened in shock, but then quickly returned the hug, holding on a little too tight. (Super strength.) He was so confused. Whatever happened must’ve hurt the hero badly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love this. The Spider closed the eyes that were tear-filled in pain and just rested on Deadpool, head only reaching near his chest and neck. It seemed like the superhero’s pain was weirdly, slowly but surely lifting off. It was a weirdly comforting feeling. He was weirdly comforting. Deadpool felt the need to maybe offer the Spider a warm chimichanga after this. Maybe Deadpool wasn’t that bad after all. ‘C’mon, Mini Deadpool, not now!’

Aaaand, that was my first time posting a fanfiction anywhere, like ever. I only ever read them or wrote some for myself.

Tell me if it was good! (If it’s not imma be very sad cuz writing’s like a thing I do a lot, like a hobby, so it SHOULD be good) Tell me if you want more, idk. G’bye, I love y’all. 🫰

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Complicated | Peter Parker

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pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: your and Peter's relationship is strictly physical... but what happens when feelings get in the way?

warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), making out, language, fluff, etc.

listen to: i love you, bitches broken hearts, wish you were gay, and my boy by Billie Eilish (get ready for some Sad Vibes™ and some Angry Vibes™)

word count: 5.9k+ (👀👀)

a/n: parts of this are super angsty and sad. does it have a happy ending?... we'll see 👀. sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!!

You and Peter had a... complicated relationship, to say the least. Not only had you two been best friends since the third grade, but you had also been sleeping with each other for a year and a half. You guys had make the decision to lose your virginities to each other, and since it went really well, you both thought "why not do this for a while?".

No, you and Peter weren't dating, you were strictly friends with benefits. Honestly, you sometimes didn't understand why you guys weren't official, but then you remembered the conversation that you two had had with each other after the first few times you guys had sex. The conversation about how if sleeping with each other didn't ruin your friendship, dating probably would. Sure, you two still did the same things that you did before you guys had first slept together. Movie nights every Friday after school, hours spent at the carnival with Ned, MJ, and Betty, drives to the diner at 3 am whenever you got bored... only now, they were followed by absolutely mind-blowing sex. It was never awkward after though, like how you originally thought it would be.

You found it funny how you could always tell whenever Peter was horny; the way he would squirm in his seat, how he would move his textbooks to cover the bulge in his jeans, how needy he was, and no many other countless things. You couldn't even remember how many times you'd be watching t.v. on his couch, and he'd just lean over and kiss your neck in the way that drove you crazy, and then you'd end up having fucking incredible sex on every surface of his apartment.

But the times weren't always happy. Sometimes you'd fight. And when you cough, you fought. Yelling, screaming, doors slamming, the whole shebang. You two fought like you were a couple, but you knew you'd never be an actual one, and you kind of liked it that way, if you were being honest. You got all of the sex and the talking and (most) of the good things, all without the commitment (even though you both weren't sleeping or dating other people). And you always had thought that Peter liked it that way too.

***

"Petey!" You exclaimed, sitting down in front of him at the cafeteria, his eyes moving to look up at you from his phone. "I've got an idea."

"What is it?" He asked, with raised suspicion in his voice, noticing your wicked smile.

"Can we please, please, please go to that abandoned building that we drove past that one time?" You whisper-scream, your eyes darting all around Peter's face, trying to guess his response.

"Absolutely not," He breathes out, laughing quietly. "That place looks haunted as fuck. There's no way in hell I'm going in there."

"But I love scary shit! Please, Peter?" You plead, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could, but he just looks away from you.

"No way, Y/N L/N." He elaborates, taking a sip of your water that he had stolen from you.

"Come on, Pete." You whined, before lowering your voice, reaching to race small circles on one of his forearms and hands. "I'll do that thing that you like so much." You bit your lip softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

He clenches his jaw, a slight blush covering his cheeks, looking up at the ceiling in thought for a moment before looking back at you, his eyes darkened with lust. "Fine. But only because you're my best friend and you're really good at it."

***

It was about two hours after Peter dropped you off at your apartment that he knocked on your door, his "adventure bag" in his hands.

"Ready?" He asked, holding up two flash lights, an excited smile on his face.

You nodded eagerly, saying goodbye to your parents before grabbing your own bag, meeting Peter out in the hallway. He grabbed onto your hand softly, both of you walking out of your apartment building, matching goofy grins on your faces.

***

"Here you go," Peter laughed, opening the passenger side door for you, shutting it when you were buckled in. "You excited?" He asked after sliding into the car, buckling his won seatbelt.

"Very," You said, laughing slightly as you looked through all of the personal mix CDs that you and Peter had made together, perfectly fitting your matching taste in music. "I can't believe I actually convinced you to go with me."

"I get to spend, like... Wait, three hour drive there, we'll spend, like, two hours there, and then three hour drive back... Yeah, I get to spend eight extra hours with you, so, really, it's awesome either way." He breathed out, looking over at your as you continued flipping through the CDs, looking up at him briefly to smile at him.

"I, uh, I bought some extra stuff from Mr. Delmar's too." He said, reaching into the back seat of his car, grabbing his, what you two called it, adventure bag. "Two sandwiches with pickle, a couple packs of gum, two Cokes, a few waters, and another CD." He says, smiling at you, reaching over to do your handshake, but you just ignored it. Instead, you leaned over the center console, hugging Peter tightly.

He just smiled, hugging you back even tighter, moving his head to kiss you on the cheek before you two smiled even wider, pulling away before starting the radio, Peter pulling out of the parking lot, the GPS on his phone already coming on, telling him to turn left in six miles.

***

"Okay, okay. Uhm... Jennifer Aniston?" You asked, taking a sip of your water.

"Oh, hell yeah. I'd do her in a heartbeat." He says almost immediately, causing you both to laugh loudly.

"Harry Styles?" He asks, switches lanes on the highway as you smile widely.

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely! How could anyone not wanna fuck him?" You both laugh, before Peter's face suddenly turns serious.

"Are you, uh... Are you, ya know, sleeping with anyone else?" He asks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps nervously.

You scoff, slapping Peter playfully on the chest. "No, Pete. I'm shocked that someone as hot as you wants to sleep with me. Besides, I like having sex with you. You're fucking amazing in bed." You giggle quietly, looking at the way Peter's cheeks are flushed a bright red at your praise.

Peter tries his best to not let a cocky smile take over his face. Obviously he knows how good he is in bed. The noises that you make and the praises that you give him are more than enough for him to know what he's doing is good.

"Are- Are you?" You ask, butterflies flying around deep in your stomach. You knew that you and Peter weren't official. But, for some reason, the thought of him sleeping with another girl made you sick to your stomach.

"Nope. I've never even come close to it. I'm comfortable with you, and sleeping with you is always nice. I don't trust anyone as much as I trust you, and you know how important trust is to me." He breathes out, laughing nervously.

You let out a breath that you were holding. If Peter had been sleeping with another person, he would've told you, and you would've been able to tell even before that. You two were best friends, after all. You knew Peter better than you knew yourself, and vise versa.

***

You and Peter had a blast at the old building, and he ended up being glad that you could convince him to go. Well, he would be gone either way just to spend time with you, but it was cute seeing how much you wanted him to join you.

It's never awkward hanging out with Peter even though you two are sleeping together. Well, it's usually never awkward. If it is, it's only ever when he's dropping you back off at your apartment. You never know whether you two should kiss or if you should just do your secret handshake. That was the one thing you could never figure out about Peter; "Does he wanna kiss me? Does he not wanna kiss me? Do I wanna kiss him?" were the thoughts that ran through your brain constantly, and most of the time you couldn't even look into Peter's eyes when he dropped you off at your place.

He was always gentleman though. Especially when you two were having sex. He would always make sure that you were okay, constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how much he was enjoying it, while still making sure you were, etc.

Along with the incredible sex, you and Peter had a nearly unbreakable bond... and you weren't sure if you wanted to test how it could break. Peter is the best friend you've ever had. He was always there to listen, to talk, to be your shoulder to cry on, and so many other things. He was your partner in crime, your ride or die, your boyfriend that wasn't a boyfriend... but who knows, maybe you did want to be with Peter. Even you didn't know the answer to that. And you didn't know if you ever would.

***

"I've got some news!" You squealed, sitting down across from Peter at the lunch table, where you always sat. It had been a few days since you and Peter had gone on your little road trip together, and you had already planned to go back again the following weekend.

"What is it?" He asked, smiling when he saw how happy you were.

"Alright... guess who just asked me out to the movies on Friday..." You said, you're eyes blowing wide with excitement.

It took Peter everything in him to not clench his jaw in anger, trying his best to keep a happy smile on his face. "Who?" He asked, one of his hands holding yours and he rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin.

"Brennan fucking Daniels!" You exclaimed, your smile even wider.

"Oh shit! That's awesome!" Peter said, lying to you for the first time in years.

He hated Brennan. Not just because he liked you and you liked him, or the fact that you and Peter were sleeping with each other, but because he was an asshole. Sure, he seemed nice on the outside, but Peter knew just how cruel he could be. Brennan used to live in the apartment next to Peter's, and even though you lived in the apartment right below Peter's, you never really saw Brennan. But Peter saw, and heard, everything. He saw how in the mornings girls would leave Brennan's apartment with tears in their eyes, their sneakers in their hands as they sped down the hallways, not wanting anyone to know that they were crying. He would date another beautiful girl every two weeks, and then he would throw them away just like they were nothing. Brennan Daniels was a player, he always had been and he always would be, and Peter was shocked that someone as incredible as you was going after an asshole like that.

"I'm sorry that I'm missing movie nigh for the first time in... what? Six years? Seven years? But I promise you that I'll stop by your apartment as soon as my date is over. How about we watch The Notebook this time?" You asked, your eyes turning sad slightly, feeling bad that you would miss hanging out with Peter for a few hours.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Just have fun and enjoy the movie. I'll stop by Mr. Delmar's and grab some snacks, but just take your time." Peter said, putting on his best fake smile. Here he was again, as always, being the supportive best friend that he always was, putting you happiness ahead of his.

"Are you sure, Pete? Because I can reschedule, it's not a problem." You ask, making sure that Peter was really okay with it.

"Positive, just have fun." He fake smiled at you again, trying his best to convince you.

You just smiled, squeezing his hand before turning to talk to Ned, Betty, and MJ, not noticing the small, single tear sliding slowly down the smooth skin of his face, before he wiped it away quickly, leaning forward to join the conversation that you were having with everyone else.

***

"Fuck, Brennan! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned, your back slamming against Brennan's toned chest as his grip on your waist tightened quickly as his pounded into you at a harsh, rough speed, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that your eyes rolled back as you let out a loud, choked out moan.

"Holy fucking shit. Fuck, are you gonna cum?" He groaned into your ear, his thrusts starting to become sloppier and sloppier as you both came closer to your highs each time he hit deep inside of you.

"Fuck, yes!" You moaned loudly, squealing loudly when he flipped you both, now pounding into even quicker as he looked into your eyes before dipping his head down, biting hard onto your collar bone, the force of his hips slapping against yours was enough for your bed to slam against the wall repeatedly, making you even gladder that your parents were on a date.

"Fucking cum for me, Y/N. Shit!" He groaned, his words only spurring you on further until, with one specifically deep thrust, you came undone underneath him, your walls squeezing him tightly as you moaned loudly, causing him to reach his own orgasm as he quickly pulled out of you, pumping hi cock harshly before he released onto your stomach, moaning out you name loudly as his head went back, before he collapsed onto your bed beside you.

"Fuck," You breathed out, your chest heaving up and down quickly as you tried quickly to regulate your breathing. "That was fucking incredible."

"Yeah. Shit, I thought that you'd be good in bed, but I didn't think you'd be that good." He laughed, looking over at you as he lifted one of his muscular arms above his head, looking over at you before asking you a questions that made butterflies appear in your stomach again. "How many people have you slept with. I know you couldn't have been a virgin before that, you were too good."

"Only one, but I've slept with him a lot before." You breathe out, laughing quietly, before you looked over at Brennan, seeing him start to stand up, gathering his clothes that were scattered all over the floor. "What are you doing?" You ask, trying not to sound nervous.

"I have football practice tomorrow and I need to go home and sleep, but could I see you again sometime soon? I, uh, I had a lot of fun tonight, and I really wanna see you again." He said, slipping his shirt on over his head, pulling his boxers on before he went to your desk, grabbing a towel before walking over to you, wiping his seed off of your stomach for you.

"I'd like that." You said, reaching a hand softly around one side of his neck, pulling his head down to yours, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.

After he got dressed and you threw on a pair of sweats and one of your (Peter's) hoodies, you walked Brennan to your front door, stepping into the hallway before kissing him deeply, your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on your tippy toes, him leaning down to reach your lips, your figure seeming small compared to his 6'5 height.

"Bye." He said, smiling against your lips before pulling away, clearing his throat loudly when he saw Peter standing at the end of the hallway, his eyes blown wide at the sight of you two kissing in such an intimate way. It made his blood boil and his jaw clench when he saw how you smiled and how happy you seemed when you kissed him.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" You said, raised alarm in your voice. "I'll see you soon, Brennan." You said, waving him goodbye as Peter walked over to you, your body leaning against your front door frame.

"What was all of that about?" Peter asks, watching Brennan as he walked away, only turning to look at you when he saw him turn down the hallway.

"It's nothing, Pete. I thought I was meeting you at your place?" You ask, smiling at Peter, trying to ignore how awkward it was that the guy you were sleeping with caught you with a guy you had just slept with.

"It's late, I didn't want something bad to happen to you." He smiles back, trying his best to cover the pain he felt.

***

"Did you guys have sex?" Peter asked, causing you to turn your head away from his t.v., his tone a serious one, a large contrast to the funny, happy scene that was going on during the movie.

"What?" You ask, laughing, assuming he was joking as you took some popcorn into your hand, your eyes back on the screen as you snacked.

"Did you sleep with Brennan?" He asked, butterflies flying all around his stomach, nervous about the answer.

"Yeah," You shrugged, eyes still following the characters around on the screen. "It doesn't really mean anything though."

"Are you kidding? God, Jesus Christ, please tell me that you're joking." He said, causing you to look at him deeply in the eyes.

"What's wrong, Pete-" You start, before getting interrupted.

"'What's wrong?'?... 'What's wrong?'?! Gee, I don't know, Y/N. Maybe the fact that you fucked goddamn Brennan Daniels. You know he's just gonna leave you, right? He does that with every girl he fucks! And maybe its the fact that you didn't even ask me if you could sleep with him?!" Peter yelled, the first time he's ever yelled at you, his jaw clenched tightly, as he talked with his hands, his leg bouncing up and down, a sign that he was angry.

"Why does it matter so much? It's not like you're my boyfriend!" you snapped back, your body turned to face Peter's.

"What if I want to be? Have you ever though about that?" He shot back, his eyes darkened with anger.

"What are you talking about, Peter?" You said, your voice now back to normal, your eyes blown wide as you tried to make sense of what Peter was telling you.

"Nothing... It's nothing. Get out." He said, his hands going to cover his eyes.

"What?" You asked, your voice breaking at the harsh words coming from your best friend. From the one person that you trusted the most in this world.

"Just get out! Get the fuck out!" Peter screamed at you even louder than before, his hands moving from his face to his sides as he stood up, looking at you right in your eyes.

"Fine." You said, standing up, moving to his front door, slowly opening it, before turning around to look at him again. "Goodbye, Peter." And with that, you left his apartment, quietly closing door, constant streams of tears falling down your face as you desperately tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of Peter's hoodie, his scent that was imprinted on it only making you cry harder.

***

Peter tried to come by your apartment, climbing down the fire escape from his apartment down to yours. He was about to tap on your window until he saw you on your bed; you sat there, crumpled up in a little ball, wrapped in Peter's sweatshirt and your blankets, only your bedside table light on as you cried, your cheeks stained red from your tears.

"Fuck," Peter breathed out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He muttered before walking back up the fire escape again. His eyes stung as tears pricked up in his waterlines, realizing how bad he had fucked up... realizing that he had lost you.

***

You sat with Brennan the next day at lunch, trying to avoid Peter as much as you could, which was hard since you had almost all of the same classes. Of course, the awkward eye contact happened a few time in the following weeks of not speaking to him.

By the third week, both you and Peter had cut everyone off. Even though you were happy with Brennan, and you believed that he truly liked you, you were sluggish and quieter than you usually were. Unless you and Brennan were having sex, you were always bored. You missed the excitement that Peter brought into your life. He was Spider-Man, for Christ's sake, and you missed the way that he would explain his adventures of the day to you, even if most of them were very eventful. You missed the way that his eyes would light up whenever he saw you, or the way his grin would turn cheesy whenever you said a bad, corny dad joke. You missed the way that he made you feel special. Not just durning sex, but whenever you questioned yourself. Whenever you thought that you looked bad, or whenever you thought that you were stupid because you got a bad grade on a test.

Peter had always been there for you. Ever since you were nine years old. But now you didn't know if you would ever talk to him again. You tried not to think about it much, but whenever a teacher would say something that you could turn into a "That's what she said" joke, you would always curse yourself for looking next to you at Peter, forgetting for just a brief moment that he wasn't your best friend anymore. That he wasn't even your acquaintance anymore. That he was now just some guy that sat next to you in almost all of your classes. In a few months, you knew that Peter wouldn't even exist to you anymore, and that right now, you probably didn't even exist to Peter at all.

***

By this point, it had been two months since you had talked to the only person you had ever trusted with everything in you. You and Brennan had broken up a few weeks after the first time you slept together, and everyone was shocked when they found out that you had broken up with him, not the other way around like everyone had expected, Peter was especially surprised. He thought that you had really liked Brennan. Even if you had liked Brennan as much as Peter and everyone had thought, you knew that you couldn't be with him. Other than the fact that he was obviously cheating on you, you did want to stay with the person that had prompted the fight that had ended your friendship with Peter. Part of Peter wanted you to come back and be his friend again immediately, but the other part of Peter knew that that kind of situation wasn't going to happen. He had shut you out and yelled at you for doing something that he couldn't even really control. After all, he had told you that it was fine for you to go on a date with Brennan. And he had known that you probably were going to sleep with him. You were teenagers, that's what teenagers do.

Peter at this point wasn't even talking to May. It first started when he had quit smiling when they would go get Thai, remembering that it was something you used to join in on. Whenever May would bring you up, Peter's jaw would clench and he'd try and change the subject as quickly as possible. May knew that something was up with your and Peter's friendship after she hadn't seen you for a week. You were either always at Peter's place, he was always at your place, or you guys were always driving around somewhere upstate.

"Peter," May started, walking in front of him as he was seated on the couch, typing away on his laptop as he worked on an assignment for physics. "What happened to Y/N? I haven't seen her in months."

"It's nothing. She's just busy." He dismissed as he continued typing quickly.

"Even when you're both busy, you always find a way to see each other. This is the longest I've seen you be without her since the third grade, Pe-" She said before getting interrupted by Peter.

"I said it's nothing." He said sternly, his voice turning cold.

"Peter-"

"I said it's nothing, May! Jesus Christ, it's fucking nothing!" He yelled, slamming his laptop closed as he got off of the couch, making his way into his bedroom.

"Peter, you have to tel, me what's going on here. I've never seen you like this. What the hell is wrong?" May asked, concern filling her voice.

"Shit! I love her. God, I love her, May. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t do anything. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate. Please… just tell me what to do.” Peter begged, hot tears beginning to stream down his face, his eyes and cheeks turning red from the overload of emotions he was feeling.

"I'm sorry to say it, but you can’t do anything when you love someone like that, Peter. But you have to tell her or you’ll go crazy." She said, her eyes turning soft. She felt sympathy for Peter, she knew exactly what he was going through.

"I don’t want mess up what her and I have. I can’t lose her, May. I can't." Peter chokes out through tears.

"Just tell her how you feel, Peter. And pray that it’ll work out well."

"It’s not that simple, May! It’s more complicated than that! I’m sorry that I’m yelling, but I’m suffocating in my own feelings over here! Either I’m numb or I’m feeling everything, May… I can’t do this, it’s too much." Peter said, sinking onto the floor as he let his emotions take over him. May immediately ran over to him, sitting down next to him on the floor, hugging him tightly as he sobbed into May's neck, his hot tears soaking her striped shirt.

"You need to go talk to her, Peter. As soon as you possibly can, or you're gonna lose it before you can even say her name." ay said, kissing the top of his head as she pulled away, looking at Peter with sadness in her eyes as he tried to wipe some of is tears away with his hoodie, the one that you had given back to him by leaving it in a brown paper bag my his window on the fire escape.

***

You sat on your bed, trying your best to read one of your favorite books in a desperate attempted to make yourself feel better as one of your and Peter's favorite playlists played quietly in the background.

You jumped sightly when you heard the tapping on your window... it had been a while since you had heard it. Butterflies swarmed your stomach when you saw Peter, and you tried your best to wipe away the tears that filled your eyes and that trailed down your face slowly.

You and Peter looked at each other for the longest time you had in two months, both of you not breathing when you unlocked and opened your window, stepping back to let Peter climb through.

"Can I hug you?" He asked, more tears forming in your eyes as you heard him speak to you for the first time in two months.

"Y-yeah." You managed to choke out.

That was all Peter needed to hear before he wrapped his arms tightly around you, both of you immediately sobbing loudly into each other's embrace.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Peter said over and over again, your head buried in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I should've talked to you, I should've asked you. God, I'm so sorry, Pete." You cried, both of your grips tightening around each other.

"No, it's my fault. I overreacted. It's just that... I- I..." Peter stuttered out, his grip around you loosening as you stepped only a few feet away to get a good look at his face.

"What is it, Peter?" You asked, one of your hands going up to cup one of his cheeks, rubbing your thumb around the skin, remembering how much you had missed the smoothness of it.

"I-, I'm just gonna say it because I can't think of any other way to put it... Y/N L/N, I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been in love with you since we were nine years old, and that's the reason I freaked out about Brennan. I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Jesus Christ, I can't breathe without you, I can't sleep, I can barely even do my fucking homework without you being around me. And I know that yo probably don't feel the same way about me, and that's okay, but-" He breathed out, a weight visibly lifting from is shoulders and he continued rambling, before you interrupted him.

"Peter, shut the fuck up." You laughed, causing him to top dead in his tracks.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes widening with fear.

"I'm in love with you too, Peter. God, how could I not be? You're the sweetest, smartest, funniest guy I know. And I am so in love with you that I can't even read my favorite fucking book!" You said before stepping closer to him, your arms slowly starting to wrap themselves softly around his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his arms starting wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to each other.

"Please." You breathe out quietly.

And with that, you and Peter kissed for the first time in what felt like forever. Just two dumb and in love kids. You stood up on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. It was one of those movie kisses... the total sparks flying, butterflies in the stomach kisses. It was one of the main things that you had missed. You missed how perfectly his lips molded to your, like they were two puzzle pieces that could only fit together with the other.

"Peter," You moaned when he started to kiss down your neck, his hands quickly lifting your sweatshirt off of you, you crawling onto the bed when you felt the backs of your legs hit your bed. "Please." You said, Peter's body situated between yours as he kissed your neck, his sweatshirt already discarded somewhere on your floor, your bare chests pressed against each other's.

"Please what?" He smirked against your chest, nipping on your bare breasts lightly.

"Fuck, make love to me, Peter." You begged, your back arching and a moan escaping your lips from the love bites Peter was giving you.

He looked up at you for a few seconds, your eyes meeting his, a soft smile covering your face as you ran your hands through Peter's curly brown locks, missing how they felt against your fingers.

You met your lips with Peter's, telling hi that you wanted him, and he kissed you back, a way of him showing you that it wanted you back.

Peter pulled away after a few minutes, his fingers going to the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down, along with your underwear, before sitting back to take his own off. You licked your lips when his member sprung up against his lower stomach. If you both weren't so needy right now, you would've taken your time. But you two needed each other now more than ever.

Peter hovered over you again, his body between yours, is hard length in his hand.

"Ready?" He asked. The things that boy did to you... he always made you feel special, you didn't understand how he did it... it just came natural to him.

"Yes..." You whispered, connecting your lips with his as he slid into you, both of you moaning loudly into each other's mouths.

"Fuck!" You said in sync, your legs wrapping around Peter's waist before he started with a slow pace, wanting to make it last. He knew it probably wouldn't last as long as he would want it to, but goddamn, you felt fucking incredible around him.

"Shit, you're so tight!" He groaned, his head dipping down to kiss your lips tenderly, your lips parting to deepen the kiss as his thrusts sped up, causing you to whimper loudly into his mouth as he groaned.

"Fuck, Peter!" You screamed when he hit a spot so deep inside of you that it made your head spin as your back arched, your chests pressing against each other's even more, the feeling of Peter's skin on yours feeling like heaven.

Even with all of the experience Brennan had, Peter knew how your body worked better than you did yourself. He knew just what to do to get you to come undone underneath him, to have your eyes squeeze tightly shut, to have you screaming him name in only minutes.

"God, fuck," He groaned, his head going to suck deep purple marks into the crook of your neck, loud moans leaving the both of you. "Jesus, I'm already close, baby. I don't know how long I'm gonna last. You feel t fucking good around me."

"Fuck, cum for me, Peter. Please." You begged, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of Peter hitting deep inside of you, along with the words and groans coming out of his mouth.

He reached his hand down in between the two of you, rubbing harsh, tight circles on your clit, causing you to move your hands into his hair, tugging harshly as you came closer and closer to reaching your high.

"Fuck, P-Peter! I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, Peter groaning into your ear only spurring you on, along with the sensations on your clit. Within seconds, you were coming undone around him, your walls clenching tightly around his length as your legs tightened around his waist, your arms hugging his body closer to your.

And with only a few final thrusts, Peter was a complete groaning mess, his hips stilling as he came inside of you, his body collapsing on top of yours when his strength completely gave out, his head falling onto your chest.

The next few moments were spent in a comfortable silence, your hands smoothing up and down Peter's arms and back and you both tried to get your breathing to calm down.

"Y/N?" Peter said, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. The sight would melt anybody's heart immediately, you were sure of it.

"Yeah, Pete?" You said, kissing his forehead before meeting his eyes again.

"God, I'm gonna sound like a little kid, but, uh... will you, ya know, be my girlfriend? Just us? No one else?" He asked, his heart rate speeding up a bit out of nervousness.

"Of course, dummy." You laughed, Peter moving up to connect your lips in a soft kiss, both of you feeling completely safe.

"I love you." He said, smiling between kisses.

"I love you too, Peter."

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peter-parker-imagines · 3 years ago

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Daydream [ Peter Parker x Reader ]

Summary :

‘a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present’ - [WARNING: contains spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home! Proceed with caution!]

There had been a change in the air since the connection between universes, most played it off as relief washing over the nation as the heroes once again fixed the wrong doings of the world. However, since the moment the fight at the statue ended, [Y/N] has yet to find a peaceful daydream.

What do you do when your dreams continue to weave themselves into reality, causing a relentless connection of Deja vu? And why did Spider-Man continue to appear in each dream..?

[Updates: Weekly]

A/N: This story uses gender-neutral pronouns for the reader! Please contact me directly or through replies to be added to my tag list for this series! Without further adieu, please enjoy and let me know what you think~

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prologue : reverie

’a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.’

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Everything around them felt wrong. It was not that they felt the world around them was fake, no. It did not feel like it was their world at all, familiar yet distant in the same space. There was a dull, grey tone that had been washed over the environment around them, however it left their own body free in its own vibrant colours. Turning their head to get a better look at their surroundings, they noted that every move made was slower than they were used to. The pace at which people walked, the speed cars were going, the fluttering of the pigeons dispersing from fear, it reminded them of a video being played at half speed. Their feet began to shuffle along the ground, there was something that was calling them to start moving away from their standing space. Tugging at their jacket in order to conceal their body further, their eyes darted from one object to another, trying to figure out where they were. How did they get there?

The young person’s pace picked up a bit as an unsettling feeling began to form in their stomach, being cautious as to not bump into anyone along the street. It was clear that they were in New York, that much could be gathered by the slew of taxi cabs, rushed members of the public, and idle conversations of the Daily Bugle’s last broadcast. As they approached the corner of the path, their next plan was to identify what part of New York they were in, a shred of hope shining through in their thoughts. Perhaps they were closer to home than they originally had thought, that was what they had wished for, at least. The idea of taking a nap to fix this probably came to mind, the idea making enough sense to deliver an extra sense of drive in their mission. Checking the direction of oncoming traffic, they hurriedly made their way across the street.

As their steps moved with a sense of urgency, their other senses began to grow numb. It was something that was not expected, and not an occurrence that had happened to them often. In the moment that they had begun to question it in thought however, a loud voice suddenly grabbed their attention.

“Watch out!”

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“... And that’s all I remember, next thing I knew, I was waking up,” they said, a tired strain coming through their voice. “Dunno what any of it means, either.”

“When did these dreams start again?” MJ spoke flatly, barely raising her eyes from her book. “Like, a couple weeks ago, right?”

“It was.. Not long after that incident happened? The one at the statue, since then it’s just been a long list of strange dreams with no meaning. And to top it off, someone always calls out to me, right as I wake up.”

“Maybe that’s your body trying to tell you to get up.”

“Maybe? But why is it always the same voice then?”

“Dunno, could it be your long lost sanity coming back to you?”

“Will you two quit your chatter and get back to work?! Michelle, put that damn book away, and help [Y/N] with the decorations. Christmas ain’t gonna decorate itself,” a rough, masculine voice broke up the conversation between the pair, earning a groan from MJ. Shutting her book, she glanced up at her co-worker.

“Do you need help, or?” She questioned, getting up from her seat.

“If you could take over for me, I’ll get started on switching the coffee over. Someone complained about it earlier but..” they sighed, slowly stepping themselves down off the ladder they were using. “I think their taste buds were just shoved in the wrong place.”

MJ attempted to keep herself from snickering, instead clearing her throat as she moved behind [Y/N]. Dusting off their uniform, they moved slowly behind the counter of the diner, avoiding the strange, sticky substance that the workers had collectively agreed to ignore. A running joke between those who frequented the diner was that no matter how hard someone would clean the spot, the stain had never let up. Not one to put more effort in their job than necessary, [Y/N] played favour into the idea. All that they knew was the colour of it turned darker as time moved on, the scent of it numbing to nothing. As they approached the coffee pot, their mind flickered back to the dream that had plagued them that previous night. It was beginning to grow into a problem with how vivid their dreams were becoming, what felt like reality trying to take a hold of their one escape from the environment around them. That was the part that had felt the most cruel to them, their escape method in the form of sleep was growing more tiring than life ever was. A small sigh escaped from their lips as their thoughts dragged onto a new idea, wondering how they would cope if these dreams kept up. How would it interfere with their day-to-day life when college would start, they wondered that most of all.

As their thoughts began to wander further, [Y/N] was interrupted by the chime of the entrance bell, signalling that a customer had likely entered the store. They cursed themselves under their breath, placing the unchanged coffee pot back where it had previously belonged. Turning their attention to the door, their eyes fell on a young man, standing with a bewildered look in his eyes. His hair was styled neatly, his clothing free from wrinkles and any trace of dirt. As they went to greet the customer, the young person’s eyes fell to someone who had walked in behind him.

“Oh, hey Ned! MJ is just over there if you wanna take a seat, I’ll be over in a sec,” they spoke with an extra bounce in their words, head gesturing toward where their friend was. Ned gave a nod in response, waving to MJ as he walked over in her direction.

[Y/N]’s smile faded a little, moving closer to the counter to gain the attention of the customer. Their brow furrowed, noticing a change in the man’s eyes, his look becoming more akin to fondness and reflection. They wondered to themselves if this customer had known their friends previously, or if he was an overly emotional man. Either seemed to be plausible, though. Clearing their throat, [Y/N] gained the young man’s attention toward themselves.

“Can I get you anything today? Or, did you need time to look at the menu a bit first?” They asked, patting down their pocket in order to find their notebook. Feeling their pocket being empty, they rolled their eyes, focusing their attention back onto the customer.

“M-my name’s Peter Parker and I..” he started to speak, his words catching as he began to look conflicted. [Y/N] could not recall the last time they had encountered a customer as odd as this one.

“.. would like a coffee.. please.”

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basically-harley-keener · 2 years ago

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I drive your truck, I roll every window down

Written By Me.

Also available on ao3 under sammiespider

Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter knows death.He knows what to do when someone dies, you go to the funeral. So when Harley dies, he knows to go to the funeral, but he doesn't know how to cope afterward. How do you even cope with your fiance dying?

The thing about Peter Parker is that he has different ways of coping with death.

Peter has dealt with death a lot. First, when his parents died. Peter cried almost every night at the early age of six. Then, when his uncle was shot right in front of him, Peter then vowed to never let a life slip through his fingers ever again. Most recently, it was Tony. The man who told him to be better, to do better. Which Peter really tried to be. But in the end, Tony Stark's life was ended trying to save the entire world. Peter promised himself that day to let Tony’s legacy live on.

In honor of that legacy, he attended Stark's funeral, and alongside him was May. He turned to look behind him at the log cabin and noticed a blonde teenager standing in the back near Wanda, Bucky, and Sam. Peter made a mental note to talk to him later.

The funeral ended after Pepper dropped the reef into the lake and the attendees made their way inside the Stark cabin. Peter decided it was time to start his search for the mystery blonde boy. He looked around and found him sitting on the couch looking at something on his phone, Peter made his way over to him and sat down next to him.

"Hi, Im P-"

"Peter, I know." The blonde finished. "I know who you are, Tony talked about you"

Peter blushed and tucked his curls behind his ear, "Mr. Stark talked about me?"

"Mhm," The blonde smiled and nodded. "I'm Harley," He said, putting down his phone to shake the brown boy's hand. Peter shook his calloused hand, then retracted his arm.

"Your name is vaguely familiar" Peter tilted his head and told Harley. Harley nodded and began to bite his fingernails

"He liked to keep me a secret" He teased. Peter noticed the joking tone and let out a small, light giggle.

"Yeah..." he said to fill the silence. "How did you know him though?" Peter eventually asked Harley.

"Oh," He smiled brightly, "That's a long story for another time sweetheart." Peter's heart skipped a beat at the nickname. Was this mysterious blonde really flirting with him at Tony Stark's funeral? And how bad was it that he wanted Harley to continue?

Harley did continue, occasionally placing his hand on Peter’s thigh or laughing a bit too much at the younger boy’s jokes. The worst part is that Peter liked it. He liked all of it. Well, all of it except for the fact his mentor and father figure just died. The whole funeral part felt wrong, but talking to Harley felt right.

Peter didn’t know how long he’d been talking to the blonde until May came over and tapped him on his head. Peter looked up “Oh hey, Aunt May” He smiled at her and stood up.

“Hey, ready to get outta here?” She spoke softly, head tilting towards the door at the word ‘outta’. He shrugged and looked at Harley.

“Can I get your number?” Peter asked Harley cautiously. He didn’t want to scare off the blonde, but much to Peter’s surprise Harley nodded and began to stand up. That was when Peter noticed the height difference. Now don’t get me wrong, Peter wasn’t short. He was an average-sized male, 5’8’’. But Harley was tall, He was at least six feet if not more. The shorter boy’s eyes widened at the height but tried not to make it extremely obvious. But Harley noticed… He definitely noticed.

“Well, are you gonna hand me your phone or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty?” Harley teased Peter and snapped him back into reality.

“Oh uh- Yeah” He quickly opened the phone and handed it to Harley. Harley opened up the messages app and texted himself.

“There you are, sweetheart. Talk to you soon” He smiled, handing the cracked phone back to the shorter man.

They did talk soon.

They spoke a lot actually. They talked for hours at a time. Oh, and they started dating but I thought with Harley’s flirting that would be obvious. It only took three weeks of constant phone calls and constant texting for Harley to ask Peter to be his boyfriend. Peter smiled on the facetime call and nodded.

“I would love to, but only if you promise to come up to Queens next week and stay with us” He begged. Peter would ask this all the time, even before Harley asked him out. Harley blushed

“As your new boyfriend-” He stopped for a moment to admire the word. “- I promise to make the trip up to be with you as soon as I can”

“When’s that!” Peter whined. Harley chuckled and smiled impossibly more, he was so happy right now.

“Spring break”

“Harls.” Peter frowned.

“Petey?” Harley teased, knowing he’d get a reaction. Peter rolled his eyes and covered the camera.

“Aww c’mon now sweetheart, let me see your pretty face,” He said softly. Peter gave in and uncovered the camera. “Happy?

“Very”

“Bitch.”

“Says you.” Harley retaliated.

The night before spring break finally rolled around and Harley was packing to see his boyfriend when his mom knocked “Come in” Harley answered, too focused on the green suitcase in front of him to turn around.

“Harls…” She spoke softly, coming to touch her son on the middle part of his back. Harley leaned his head onto hers and hummed. “I’m losin’ my mind ma.”

“No, you ain’t. Your jus’ findin’ your way to your heart.” She smiled and looked up at the ceiling above Harley’s bed. There was a gay pride flag above where he slept that she had bought for him when Harley came out to her. He hugged his mom and sighed

“I think once I graduate I’m gonna stay in New York for a bit. If that’s alright?” He asked her but kinda also told her. She nodded and let go of her son, she remembered when he was much shorter and she didn’t have to look up to him

“You’re the exact copy of your father.” She smiled. Harley looked down at his feet. “Ma…”

“When he was good and he loved us.” She added. “You look so much like the good side of him. You are so much like the good side of him Harley.” She quickly kissed her son’s cheek and started to head out of the room

“You’re the good side of James with the best part of me,” She said before shutting the door. Harley blushed. James was a good father before booze got ahold of him. The blonde still has a printed photo of him on the corkboard above his desk. He looked at it and unpinned it from the board and put it into the suitcase at the very bottom.

When he finally finished packing, he loaded the suitcase into the passenger seat of his red 2008 Ford F-150 that somehow still ran. He closed the door gently before heading back inside to go to his room. And somehow, it’s like Peter knew exactly what Harley was doing and called him.

“Hi, Harls!” He said cheerfully when Harley answered

“Hey, sweetheart, whatcha up to?”

“Calling you, idiot,” Peter said, flopping down onto his bed.

“Really? I had no clue” Harley chuckled and placed his phone up against a bottle in his room so Peter could see.

“I can’t wait to see you, Harley” Peter hummed.

“Neither can I” Harley smiled and packed his small backpack with his electronics. “Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?”

“When summer comes, I’m gonna come ‘n stay in New York for a bit,” He told him. Harley watched Peter’s smile grow and heard a gasp from the younger boy.

“No way!” He laughed excitedly.

“Yes, way.”

The drive took him over 12 hours and yet he did the ride in one day. He was exhausted when he finally parked in the parking garage for Peter and May’s apartment. The blonde grabbed his bags and made his way toward the apartment building.

Peter was walking around the apartment frantically. “Life 360 says his phone died two hours ago!” He worried “Why doesn’t he have a charger in the car!” He looked at May. May shrugged. Peter sighed and slumped into the couch.

There was a knock on the door. “Well?” May motions towards the door. “Are you gonna get it?” Peter jumped up from the couch and opened the door to see his blonde.

“Harls!” He smiled and jumped onto him. Harley dropped his bags and held the younger man.

“Baby.” Harley hummed and kissed the side of his neck gently.

They’ve never kissed.

They’ve never touched each other like this. This is like a supernova exploding. The emotion the two boys felt in this moment will never be felt by most people. Peter jumped down and looked up at Harley.

“Hi” Peter smiled brightly. Harley leaned down a bit to finally kiss the shorter man for the first time.

May smiled and leaned against the counter. She thought about when Peter told her that he was bisexual and didn’t want her to make a big deal about it. She didn’t, as per his wishes but she did buy him a bi-flag pin for his backpack.

“That was overdue,” Peter stated after the kiss ended. Harley smiled and blushed in agreement.

“Peter, let the poor man inside, he’s been driving all day,” May chuckled and motioned for Harley to come inside. Peter closed the door behind him. Peter couldn’t stop looking at Harley. Fuck he was in deep.

Peter took Harley to the bedroom. “Well, this is my room…” Peter shrugged.

“Hey uh, Pete…” Harley sighed putting his back things down and shutting the door behind him. Peter looked up at the taller man “What?”

“It’s a twin bed…”

“Fuck.” Peter groaned loudly before flopping down onto the floor, inevitably giving up on life. “Why didn’t I even think about that? God damn it Peter” He cursed himself. Harley leaned down next to him even though Peter had his head in his arms.

“Baby.”

“What, ” Peter whined.

“We can both fit, and if not we can sleep on the pull-out couch you talk about having.” Harley tried to calm Peter down. He looked up at Harley and nodded “Okay” He smiled and reached out to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. Harley leaned into the touch and then kissed Peter softly.

“Thank you Harls.”

“For?” Harley asks, now sitting down on the floor instead of kneeling.

“Loving me.”

Harley stayed for a week before he returned to Tennessee. The next time Harley would come to New York, he would never leave. He moved into Stark Tower and soon he and Peter bought their own apartment.

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Harley loved Peter for almost four years before disaster struck the couple.

The blonde ended up proposing to Peter on their fourth anniversary. They were in the process of planning their wedding when Harley went out for a late-night ride on his motorcycle with a few of his friends. Peter had a night in by himself which he didn’t mind, He enjoyed the quiet every now and then.

Harley told him “It’ll just be a few hours. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

“I’ll be okay Harls. Go, have fun with your friends” The shorter man got up off their bed to give him a quick peck “You look hot in leather.” Peter said before tugging on the collar of Harley’s leather jacket.

“Do I?” Harley licked his lips quickly before leaning down a bit to kiss the other man. Peter nodded with a soft chuckle before kissing him back

“Yes sir.” He smirked and backed up. “Go, have fun. I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter Parker,” He said before walking out of the bedroom.

It wasn’t even two hours until Peter got a call from one of Harley’s friends, Madison. “Peter… I’m-”

“Maddie, w-what's wrong?” Peter said, getting out of bed. Peter was panicked, He never really talked to Harley’s friends often so he knew something was up.

“We were riding- and I’m so sorry Peter” She sobbed into the phone. Peter started to hyperventilate

“Maddie, please just speak to me” He begged “Is Harley all right?”

“No Peter- That's why I'm so sorry.” She cried until her boyfriend took the phone from her. Peter really wasn’t familiar with him either. “Peter, It’s Sterling. Harley was taken to the hospital like three minutes ago. In an ambulance.” He took a breath “He-” Peter heard Sterling choke up a bit before proceeding.

“He was hit by a car while we were riding down 14th Ave” he stated, rushing more like it. Sterling couldn’t believe he was saying those words to his friend’s fiance.

Peter didn’t say anything. How could he?

“Um- which… uh- fuck. Where is he?” Peter asks, frantically getting dressed.

“Mainstreet hospital. Maddie, Jacob, and I will meet you there.” Sterling said.

“Don’t.” He said a bit harshly by accident. “I want to be with him myself if you don’t mind.” Peter said “Please.” He added softly “I’ll call you if anything changes.”

“Of course…” Sterling said before Peter hung up. He called a taxi to the hospital. Peter ran inside and stopped at the reception desk.

“I’m Peter Parker. I’m Harley Keener’s fiance. I need to know if he is okay. Please ma’am” He begged the woman at the desk.

“Give me a moment.” She nodded softly before looking back down at her desktop. Peter watched her scroll through the spreadsheet until she looked back at him.

“He went into surgery almost 6 minutes ago. Seconds after getting here, Mr. Parker”

“No, I-i-i need to see him. P-please ma’am” He grabs onto the counter while he begs. And in the very back of his mind, he is reminding himself that he can in fact crush the counter with his bare hands and he should probably let go. So he does let go and digs his fingernails into his palms “Please.” He adds.

“I’m sorry. You can wait out here until he gets out of surgery,” she says softly while motioning to the chairs against the wall. Peter reluctantly gave in and sat down. He picked at his fingernails, scratched at the inside of his wrist, and twisted his engagement ring until what felt like years later when the woman motioned him up to the desk.

“He’s in room 432,” she said handing him a visitor pass.

“Thanks- Thank you so much.” He said before clipping the badge to his jacket. He ran to the elevators and punched level four repeatedly until the doors closed. He nibbled aggressively on his fingernails until he reached the fourth floor of the hospital. He ran down the hall counting the numbers down in his head until he found 432.

“Hey princess,” Peter whispered when he saw his other half.

“Hey, sweetheart” Harley mumbled, “I missed you.” He reached out to him. Peter smiled softly and took the chair from the edge of the bed and sat beside Harley’s bed.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Peter said, trying his hardest to not let tears slip out of his eyes “How are you?”

“I’m in a little pain,” he moans slightly “But the doctors stitched me all up and said I could go home on Monday”

“Perfect”

“You’re perfect,” Harley grinned. Peter chuckled and shook his head.

“Yup, the doctor brought you right back to your old self.” He smiled and kissed Harley's hand.

“I told you baby” Harley smiled “Give me a kiss please.” Peter nodded and bent down to kiss his lips, moving his free hand to Harley’s cheek.

Peter had stayed laying with him all night. He didn’t go home when the nurses said “he should probably get some rest” Peter stayed, he stayed petting the blonde's hair until he spoke again around four am.

“I love you…” Harley mumbled softly. Harley's eyes began darting back and forth between Peter and the heart monitor.

“I love you more... “ Peter whimpered “What's wrong?” He asks, noticing Harley panic. Harley's eyes started to close.

“Let me go…” he loosely pulls his arm back from Peter “I want to go," Harley whined, griping his chest now in pain, eyes now back open, wider than before.

“Want to go where sweetheart? Talk to me,” he begs, a few tears now pouring softly out of his eyes. Harley rolled back over to look at him and pointed upwards. His breath was shortening.

“They messed it up, I can feel it.” He coughs aggressively before closing his eyes and reaching out for Peter’s hand.

“Harls you’re okay. Just open your eyes. You’re alive, you are breathing. You’re with me Harley… just look.” He begged. “You’re okay.”

“Peter… when the,” he stopped for a minute due to shortness of breath but was able to continue. “When the crash happened, the medics told me I most likely wouldn’t make it and to tell them if I needed to call someone. But I couldn’t speak-”

“Yeah, but you’re okay now Harley… you are. You’re here with me, with your fiance.” He says rushed. He was confused. He didn't understand why Harley was talking all of this nonsense. He was okay. Harley was alive

“Baby, please… Let me go.” He looked at him, visibly in pain “They didn’t give me a choice about the surgery, they said a 15% survival rate. I heard them talking while they were moving me to surgery. I can’t- it really hurts. Please, let me go… please” He begs, closing his eyes for the last time

“I love you, Peter Parker.” he breathes out softly.

“Harls. Harley. Please wake up. Please” He cried out, leaning against the no longer beating chest, and then, the next few minutes were a blur of emotions, visuals, and sounds. Peter was being rushed out of Harley’s room, followed by Harley’s limp body. Peter stood there in shock watching his now-dead lover being carried down the hall. He was suddenly hit with tears and fell down onto the floor of the hospital crying and screaming and blaming God for everything bad that's ever happened to him.

Peter wouldn’t know it but a few nurses had to pull him off the ground and into a small room for him to calm down. A familiar woman was there when he calmed down some “M-May? May what- why-” He sobbed before she pulled him into a hug. Peter sobbed into her shirt that she’d been wearing all day from her job at the nurse’s station downstairs. “May he’s gone” He sobbed.

“I know baby… I know…” She whispered softly, tears dripping from her eyes as she held onto her nephew.

“How am I supposed to live without him May?” He feels so selfish for asking this question, after all, she’s lost her only love as well. “You’ll learn,” May responds.

“I love him so much,” He cries.

“I know you do,” She holds onto him until he breaks the hug to wipe his eyes “Now what?” he says softly.

“They'll be a funeral and I’m gonna teach you some coping mechanisms. I’m going to stick by you Peter.” She promises. Peter nods with a cry and hugs her again.

Harley James Keener

Beloved son, brother, and fiance

Peter, along with Harley’s mother and sister planned the funeral and it took place six days after Harley Keener had passed away. Peter spent each night of those six nights sitting down and trying to write his eulogy. He knew what he wanted to say, well at least the structure of it. But he couldn't write it. Every time he opened the document he just sat and stared at it and then cried for hours on end.

He moved back in with his aunt after Harley passed away because he didn't want to be in that apartment without Harley and he was having extremely bad nightmares. He would start screaming and May would wake up and have to comfort him. It was terrible for both of them. But before they knew it, they were getting dressed for Harley Keener’s funeral. Peter felt his chest pounding. He felt like he was going to throw up. He looked at his aunt.

“I can’t do this,” He told her.

“You loved him, right?” May asked him gently, she put her hand on his cheek, gently wiping his tears.

“Yes.”

“So you have to go, Peter,” May said.

“I know…” He sniffed and walked away from her to grab his coat. “I’m ready,”.

“Okay, let’s go,” She said, grabbing her keys off the counter.

The drive was silent. Peter stared out of the passenger door of May’s car. Here he goes, to another funeral. Life won’t give him a break. He sniffs and wipes his eyes as the car pulls up to the cemetery.

He gets out of the car and tries to keep his legs stable. He looks around the tent covering the already dug-out hole.

They decided to do a closed casket because when Peter was planning the funeral with Mary and Abbie he mentioned that they did close caskets in the Jewish religion, which Peter was part of and Harley was planning to convert to before their wedding, so the boys could have a Jewish wedding. Mary agreed and let Peter incorporate as many Jewish traditions into Harley’s funeral as he wanted. Mary wanted Peter to feel loved by her because she did love him for how much love Peter gave her son.

Peter sighed deeply and reached out to May so she’ll hold his hand. “Thank you” He whispered.

He wasn’t supposed to walk up to his fiance this way. Peter wasn’t supposed to mourn his fiance, he was supposed to marry his fiance. It hurt so fucking much. Peter’s eyes started to water once again when they reached the tent. “May…”

“You got this” She reminded him. He breathed deeply and let go of her hand to greet Harley’s friends.

Peter wasn’t mad at them, he was just angry at the situation and he blamed them.

“Hey…” He said to them.

“Peter, Hi. How are you feeling?” Maddie reached out to touch his shoulder. Peter backed up and she immediately put her hand back down. “Sorry.” Peter nodded and look at the three of them before walking away. Madison looked at her boyfriend and Jacob.

Jacob whispered “He’s coping and he blames us, it’s normal. He won’t hate us forever.”

And they were right, Peter wouldn’t hate them, he’d just slowly stop talking to them.

“Mrs. Keener,” Peter greeted Mary. Mary pulled him into a hug and cried softly. “Thank you for loving my son.” Peter nodded but was at a loss for words. His tears started to fall again as Mary broke the hug.

The Rabbi started to talk and everyone started to sit down. Peter couldn’t hear a word the Rabbi was saying, he was angry because why is this stranger talking about the man he loved when he knew nothing about Harley? Harley was beautiful. Harley was Peter’s life. And this man is talking about him like he knew him, and he didn’t.

Soon it was Peter’s turn to talk. He grabbed his speech from under his chair and made his way up to the podium. He looked down at the hole, Harley wasn’t down there yet, but he would be shortly. Peter couldn’t stand the thought.

He started to speak.

He read the words on the paper but he had no idea what he was saying. He knows people are listening. He sees Ned and MJ wiping their eyes. He sees Abbie comforting her mother as she sobs into tissues. But he just reads and occasionally wipes his eyes.

He finishes his speech by looking at the sky. “God, please protect my husband”

The funeral ended and everyone made their way to Peter and Harley’s apartment. Peter hadn’t been there since Harley died but Abbie and Mary have been staying in it. He looked around. Mary had prepared lunch for the funeral attendees. Peter smiled slightly as he saw the picture of his fiance, framed on the counter. He sighed and looked behind it at the sandwiches. He decided he wasn’t hungry and walked past the other guests to his bedroom. He gently opened the door and looked at the bed. It was made, Mary must have made it. Peter closed the door and sat down at the edge of the bed and just started to sob.

“Fuck Harley, Why did you leave me?” He looked up, “Harley I needed you. We were almost married, we wanted a daughter. Harley… I can’t go on without you.” He cried. Peter pulled on his tie and tugged it off. He proceeds to throw it on the ground.

“I miss you.”

Months later and Peter purchased a new apartment for himself. He just could not stand staying in the old apartment. It was too heart-wrenching for him. This new apartment stayed bland, Peter didn’t have the energy to decorate his new home. God, he hated that word. This wasn’t his home. This is just where he stayed. His home was a red Ford that stayed in the garage. That's where he felt closest to Harley. He sighed and grabbed Harley’s keys from the dresser where Peter kept them and made his way to the apartment’s shared car garage.

When he got there, he climbed into the too-tall truck and started it. The AC was blaring and the radio station was playing the same country station Harley left it on before he died. Peter looks around, he sees Harley’s favorite pair of work boots in the back, he sees unfinished bottles of Coke and sweet tea rolling around on the floorboards. He sighs and puts the truck in reverse and begins to pull out of the garage. He hums as the music fills the car.

He drives through Queens and into the more rural areas of NYC. Once he’s out of view of the city, he cranks the music up and listens to Harley’s favorite songs. Peter can’t stand country music but he’ll do anything to feel close to Harley again. His Harley. The Harley who drove the same truck since he was 16, the Harley who left his drinks in his truck no matter how often Peter begged him to clean it up, the Harley who loved his southern side but hid it while he lived in New York. Peter’s Harley.

Peter continues to drive until he notices how low the gas is on the truck. He huffs and turns around towards the city. He stops at a station to fill up the truck before heading back to the garage.

“I love you, Harley,” He says as he puts the truck into the park. He says it again as he turns off the engine and he says it one more time as he climbs out of the truck. Peter shuts the door and locks it.

“I love you, Harley.”

#peter parker #harley keener #marvel #harley keener x peter parker #parkner #spiderman #avengers #tony stark #harley-keener-x-peter-parker #infinity war #tony stark adopting kids is everyting #ansgt #death #main character death

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cutiepasta-thewriter · 6 years ago

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Peter:*sobbing*Mr.Stark I tried. I tried so hard...but I. I couldn't do it.

Tony: It okay kiddo. Your not going to be perfect everytime, besides a little stage fright can get the best of everyone.

Peter:But it was for your the charity auction! I was supposed to be ready!I ruined it. It's like I can't even do the simplest thing. I can't help you, I can't even stop myself from freaking out. For fucks sake I can barely help anyone!

Tony:Kid look at me. It's okay. It's okay to mess up every once in a while. It's the price of being human. God knows I've fucked up plenty in my life, it's alright. You bacame a hero to save people remember, it's okay if you only save one person and it's okay if that person is you. Peter your doing great as far as I'm concerned. I need you to believe that too.

Peter(wiping tears away): I'll...try.

#irondad #panic attack #ansgt #spiderson #marvel infinity war #tony stark #ironstrange #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #strangefamily #sepremefamily

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wish-ful-thinking513 · 6 years ago

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Wait.

Has it been confirmed there’s going to be a Irondad Spiderson reunion?

Like, I heard that they’re gonna gloss over the reunion with Steve and Natasha (and probably the others, but those are the two I’ve seen the most ranting about).

But… what if… what if he never sees Peter again???

#I’m sorry.#I just thought of this and needed everyone else to be in pain too.#chris rambles #ironman #tony stark #peter parker #spiderman #spiderson #irondad #endgame #marvel #mcu #avengers endgame #avengers endgame theory #angst #ansgt tw

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vintage-marina · 3 years ago

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Why didn't you pt. 3

pt 1 pt 2

I think this series will involve a lot of ansgt sorryyy

i still havent watched eternals and now my country is in a lockdown so i cant see spiderman nwh, please no spoilers or i will cry myself to sleep but i did saw a few of them and omg it looks so good.

summary: Druig and Makkari don't know how to deal with the information that you gave to them. You feel them slipping away, but you don't have the emotional abbility to chase after them.

TW: Red Room, angst, little mental breakdown

You couldn't even explain yourself.

Instead they left.

The starry night was twinkeling, the bright stars were amused at your misery, or so you thought.

You were on your own again, alone.

Alone again.

Druig and Makkari they were confusing you, you three promised each other that you will always be there for each other, no matter what and now? Now your sitting on the porch alone, again.

You shouldn't have said her name, you shouldn't even be here.

It was all a mistake.

Your cheeks felt wet, a fact that you were crying.

How pathetic, you weren't raised to cry at every little thing.

''I'm sorry,'' you whispered to them, you didn't know for what.

That was in fact a lie.

Something that you were pretty good at.

You did know, you were sorry for keeping it secret, keeping her secret, keeping your past secret.

You wiped your tears away, putting on a mask.

You had to make it right to them, for the sake of your relationship. Although a little voice in your head accused them of her murder. But you were tired, so tired of being alone that you maked peace with the fact that a little piece of you would always accuse them.

You grinned to Druig and Makkari when you saw them in the living room, a signal that you weren't threatening, that's what you hoped for atleast.

They ignored you.

Your grin faltered and turned into a frown. Turning your gaze away you quickly maked your way to the kitchen, suddenly feeling left out.

You sat in the kitchen for God knows how long, with an empty teacup in your hand.

Nobody checked up onto you, not even a quick check-up from Makkari.

The dynamic between you and the Eternals was changed, it felt stiff and tense. You easily saw when everyone shared glances with eachother in the livingroom. Druig and Makkari probably told them.

A pang of betrayal crept up into your heart.

Silence.

For the last two hours the livingroom was silent, the Eternals were probably sleeping. Did they even sleep?

Another hour went by.

You did also know the other reason for why you were sorry.

They would soon found out and deep inside of you you hoped that they had regret.

It's what they deserved at least.

It was toxic the way you thought, but you really thought it was the truth. They were in a way responsible for your sisters death and now they had the audicity to ignore you? To walk away after you wanted to explain? When you wanted to open your heart?

How dare they?

You shook your head and with a bang you slammed the teacup on the counter.

Empty.

The livingroom was empty, a sigh of relieve escaped your body and you maked your way to the bathroom were a large mirror hung.

Lips that trembled, make-up smeared and hair a mess from tugging at.

Your forehead touched the mirror in shame and a soft sob that turned into a quiet wail was enchoing in the bathroom. You closed your eyes and let sadness consume you.

The next morning was exactly the same, nobody acknowledged you. They looked at you like you were a crazy animal, someone that needed to be handled carefully, someone that couldn't be trusted.

You couldn't trust them either.

Druig and Makkari they were still ignoring you, they had the same glance into their eyes as the other Eternals. You walked to them and disrupted their conversation, An anger that you never felt licked at your belly that wanted to escape your throat.

"Why are you ignoring me, huh?" It sounded aggressive and hurt, but you couldn't care.

"You're a monster, that's why," Druig said codly and Makkari backed him up.

A flash of hurt and shock crossed your face that you quickly wiped away. You couldn't show them your weakness, you crossed your arms and lowly said:

"Funny Druig that you are the one saying this, but I´m not the one who's mind controlling people."

It was a low blow, sure but the thing that Druig said was too, with that you turned on your heel and went outside the rest of the day.

Day turned into evening and even though they hurt by you, blindsided by you they couldn't help but to worry.

But when the stars came out of their hiding again, you showed up. Eyes heavy and and empty face.

"I'm going to bed," you mumbled to nobody in particular.

Laying in the bed that the three of you shared you thought, a lot.

They thought you were a monster.

You weren't a monster, right?

Right?

No of course you weren't, most of the time you were training for the next ballet competition.

But what about the school bombing, Y/N?

Killing little children, that isn't so innocent hmm?

"Молчи!" (shut up!), you throw a pillow in frustration against the door.

They were slipping away and to be honest you didn't want to chase them anymore. This day and the other evening you tried, you tried so hard to make them talk. But if they truely thought you were a disgusting piece of shit, why would you even try.

Embarrassed of your outburst you picked up the pillow.

You were sorry for the next thing you were going to do. Stuffing your things into your backpack you laid on the bed again, waiting for Druig and Makkari.

Killing your time you watched photo's of the five of you. Dad took a photo of you, mom, Natasha and Yelena building a sand castle. A photo of Natasha on the back of dad and a photo that Yelena had maked in the lake while you were behind almost drowning. You wiped away a tear. You had more photo's on your phone but you quickly put it away and pretented to sleep after hearing footsteps on the stairs.

Light shone into the bedroom and you even your breath. The soft footsteps of Druig and Makkari on the wooden floor filled your ears, they whispered soflty to eachother. You didn't hear what.

Probably about you.

A few minutes went by and you felt a warm presence near you, Makkari. You didn't notice the longing gaze that bored in your back.

In the last two years, or was it technically seven? You never felt so alone that you did now.

Alone again.

You waited another hour, making sure that they were asleep and sure they did. Druig swore on his life that he never swore, but he certainly did.

Stepping out of bed you picked the backpack underneath it and swung it around your shoulders. You bend forover and gave the last cheek kisses to Makkari and Druig. Makkari stirred and you held your breath.

Please don't wake up.

She didn't thankfully.

You walked to the bathroom and flushed the toilet, if Druig or Makkari waked up they thought you were going to the toilet.

Instead you walked downstairs and shutted the door behind you.

It was probably for the best.

Makkari's hand softly patted the empty spot next to her. Her eyes wide when she didn't found you instead, but you had a habit to waking up in the middle of the night so she assumed that you were to the wc. She closed her eyes again and sleep took her over.

Hours later and she was abrupt waken to Druig.

"Y/N is gone, she left I think," he signed in panic.

Oh no.

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