#you think a Peter Parker would normally immediately pick up on stuff like that?

[theshadowrealmitself]

Why. Why does no one get Pavitr’s character correct?? Like the movie established that he’s not only booksmart (which pretty much all Spideys are) but that he’s also observant and, what would the word be, emotionally intelligent? With the way that he picked up on Miles’ feelings immediately and apparently has a history of picking up on stuff like that?

Pavitr is an intelligent and confident character, and his flaws are most likely that being a relatively newer Spiderperson, he’s probably inexperienced, and maybe a bit too confident because things tend to end well for him (naturally smart, naturally good looking, etc), he definitely jinxes stuff

And yet I’ve seen so much stuff portray him as,,, it’s very specific but I can’t quite put my finger on it,,, it’s like some people treat him like,, a golden retriever? If that makes sense??

[creator-of-calm-queer-chaos]

Febuwhump day 9: Found Footage with Peter and the Avengers

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 9: Found footage with Peter and the Avengers

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44926849 

Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/113042605

Timeline: god knows, fictional timeline pre civil war but Peter's there?? Nothing makes sense but we're going with it

TW: kidnapping, torture, broken ribs, cuts, all that fun stuff we love

Tony had mixed feelings about going back there. On one hand, Peter had made it back safe. On the other hand, burn the fuckers to the ground. Burning the fuckers to the ground won. 

Peter had arrived at the Avengers Tower at 2 in the morning about a week prior. He swung himself up to the open level and stumbled inside. Tony and Nat were sitting on the couch in an intense game of chess when he did. Immediately, they both sprang to their feet and ran over. Peter was wearing his suit but didn’t have his mask on, and was covered in blood and dirt. 

“What happened?!” Tony yelled, gently guiding him over to the elevator. Nat followed. 

“I… got kidnapped,” Peter panted, clutching his ribs. “Shit, that hurts.” 

Nat picked him up like a baby, and he let her. 

“Tell us later,” she said. “Oh my маленький паук, we’ll fix this.” 

They made their way to the med bay, and Nat placed him on the table. 

“JARVIS, scan him, what’s wrong?” Tony ordered. 

Immediately, a light was scanning Peter and information popped up on the screens. 

“It seems his ribs are fractured, his left ulna is broken, and there’s a rough gash on his right thigh, as well as several small things but those seem to be healing rapidly. I would suggest setting the ulna and cleaning the gash first,” JARVIS said. “Mr Parker, if you could remove your suit?” 

Peter did, and the night was filled with JARVIS and Nat stitching him up and setting his bone. Tony held his hand, and was almost more panicked. As Nat finished the stitches and JARVIS finished wrapping his leg in a cast, Peter heaved a sigh and looked at them. 

“Fine. I’ll tell you. As long as!” he added, wincing as Nat tied the knot. “As long as you don’t fly off there and murder them right now.” 

Grudgingly, Tony and Nat nodded. 

“Good. I was patrolling in upper Manhattan, like normal, but I was swinging over these alleyways that are trouble, and then someone threw a net over me.” 

“Like a fishing net?” Tony asked. Peter nodded. 

“Exactly! It was weighted, and they caught me mid-swing, so I fell on top of a rooftop. Those things are super hard to get out of -” he exhaled, and Nat handed him some water. He drank, then kept talking “- so I was tangled in it, trying to get out, when a group of people opened a door to the roof, I think, and they came out and one of them smashed my head with a fire extinguisher.” 

“Oof,” Tony muttered. 

“Yeah, so then I’m knocked out, but when I come to I’m in the boot of a trunk and it feels like we’re going down a really bumpy road. They hadn’t taken off my mask, though. And so Karen’s online, and she tells me where we are and then we pull over. There’s this butchery in Hunts Point but I guess it’s a front because when they opened the trunk and pulled me out the back door was open and it was full of people milling about tables and maps and stuff. So then Karen helps me get out of the cuffs they put me in and I do my thing and get away and… yeah,” Peter finished quietly. He had rushed through the last part, and something about it seemed off, but neither Nat nor Tony pressed. 

“We’ll get them,” Nat said, standing up and facing the windows. “I promise.” 

Tony hugged him gently and kissed his head. 

Four days later, Steve, Tony, Nat, Sam, Clint, and Peter suited up and made their way to the site. Peter was nervous, but Tony had insisted on taking them down. So, as they stood just across the water from the building, Peter nervously twisted his hands. 

“It’s hard, going back to a place where you were hurt,” Nat said. He hadn’t even heard her approach. “You doing okay, маленький паук?” 

Peter nodded, then shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“You can stay here,” she offered. “We can go in and kick their asses and turn them in.” 

“No, I can’t do that, either.” He took a deep breath. “I can do this. Just be there. That’s all I need to do.” 

“Damn right,” Tony said, walking up to him and putting his arm around him. “We’ll do all the work. Just be there.” 

Peter nodded and offered him a hasty smile. With that, Tony picked up Peter and Clint as Sam picked up Steve and Nat, and they flew across the river. 

With a threataning clang, they landed on the metal roof of the ‘butchery.’ Clint loaded his bow and Nat drew her guns as they went down the ladder. 

“Ready?” Tony asked, then busted down the back door without asking. 

It was empty. There were some tables and chairs in the huge space, but not a single person was there. The six of them stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around. Slowly, they advanced, weapons drawn. 

“Hello?” Tony called. Only his echo answered. 

“This is a trap,” Steve whispered. 

“No shit, Sherlock. Or do you not understand that reference,” Sam hissed back. 

“Elementary,” Steve responded. 

With a clang, just as Peter crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind them. He yelped and spun around. A whirring noise began, and a light blinded all of them. Nat fired her gun automatically, but as they recovered, they could see the projector on the opposite side of the room.  

“What’s going on?” Clint asked, sweeping the room. 

“No heat signatures anywhere,” Tony muttered. 

“Guys,” Sam said. He was facing the wall behind them. 

Images were being projected on them. The team backed up and moved out of the light. It was a video of the werehouse they were standing in, except it was packed with people. Peter shrunk behind Tony, trembling. Clint fired an arrow at the images, but it only hit the wall. 

“What was that for?” Steve asked. 

“Hell if I know,” he muttered. 

Then the door in the video opened with a clang. Three people dragged a hooded Peter in. Tony inhaled sharply. In the video, they were dragging Peter by his shoulders, and he was clearly unconcious. Two other people came over and they chained Peter against a wall, two ropes under his armpits, one around his waist, two around his wrists, and two around his ankles. He was spread like a star against the wall. 

“Peter, what is this?” Steve asked, not taking his eyes of the video. Peter didn’t answer, still hiding behind Tony. “You said they didn’t hurt you.” 

“Shush, look,” Sam said softly, nodding back to the wall. 

Someone else came up to Peter’s limp body and jabbed a needle into his arm and took off the hood. His mask was off. Within a few seconds, Peter groggily raised his head and looked around. It took a second, but then he became panicked. 

“Wh- what’s going on?” video-Peter exclaimed. “Who are you?” 

“Nothing to you. Just pain,” one of them said. “You hurt each one of us, in one way or another. For me? You killed my brother. And so I’ll kill you for that,” they snarled. 

Video-Peter shrunk into himself, and he looked absolutely petrified. Then the person flipped open a switchblade and sank it deftly into Peter’s leg. Video-Peter let out a terrible scream and everyone jumped. Real Peter cowered and Tony instinctively grabbed him and hugged him close. To their horror, the giant mass of people queued up and each delivered a slice, punch, slap, or stab to Peter. He wailed and screamed and pleaded, but nothing deterred them. He yelled for them, for Mr Stark and Natasha and Steve and Clint and Ned and everyone he loved. But none of them arrived. His suit was ripped aside, and his abdomen was a mass of bloody flesh. His face was red and it looked like his nose was broken. Slowly, he fell silent and his screams turned to whimpers turned to groans turned to silence. Finally, his blood was pooling on the ground, and they stopped. 

“That’s for everyone you couldn’t save,” one of them hissed. But Video-Peter’s chin was resting against his chest. 

The video stopped. 

Everyone turned to Peter, who was silently crying in Tony’s arms. Tony was crying as well, and everyone was shocked. 

“I’ll kill them,” Tony snarled, unusually quiet. “I’ll kill them all.” 

“Let’s get out of here,” Steve said. 

No one protested when Sam kicked open the door. Peter was silent as Tony picked him up, and no one complained when Sam took two trips across the river so that Tony didn’t have to put Peter down. In fact, no one said a word the entire way back to the compound. It was only once they arrived and had taken off their suits and were all holding hot chocolate when they finally cried. All of them, together, crying for their son. 

[simplyparker]

Go On

Pairings: switch!Peter Parker x switch!Fem!Reader

Summary: Peter makes you get yourself off without his help, but of course he caves...

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, thigh riding, tit sucking, sir kink? (she calls him it like twice)

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: Yay more smut. also soft!dom!Peter??? WHO AM I?

Peter was a tease. And it didn't help that one moment he could be on his knees begging you to touch him, but in the next moment have you in the same position.

It's rare for Peter to be dominant in bed, but when he is, he goes all out. Anywhere from webbing you up to the bed, to edging you until you cry. Which I guess it's fair because you're not always the nicest in bed.

He had texted you around 7 saying he wanted you to stay up and wait for him tonight. And you knew what this meant. It meant he was having a bad patrol and he needed to be in control of something.

It was 3am when Peter walked into the door. As soon as he got through the door, he walked to the couch where you were sitting and kissed your lips.

"Hi love," you smile up at him and he returns it.

"Hi sweetheart," he grabs your chin and tilts it upwards, "I'm gonna go take a shower, but when I get back I want you just in your bra and panties. Understood?" he asks.

"Yes sir," you say, and he walks to the bathroom. You immediately strip down to those two clothing pieces and sit on the couch. He didn't tell you anything else besides to strip, so you continue watching the movie you had on.

When he got out of the shower, he went straight to your shared room and got dressed in a pair of boxers and sweats. He sat on the couch with his legs slightly parted. A slight smile sits on his face when he sees you followed his directions.

"Come sit." he says, pointing at his thigh. You go over to him and straddle one of his legs. He brushes your hair out of your face, and his hand cups your cheek. "Hi, pretty girl."

"Hi Pete." you smile, and his places a soft kiss on your lips.

"How was your day?" He asks.

"It was okay. When I got off work I came home and got some school stuff done. What about you? How was your day, baby?" You ask him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It was pretty shit, but got better as soon as I saw you." You hug him and he hold you tight. You both pull away and his hands fall to your hips, kneading the soft skin. "Can you help me feel better?" he asks, and you nod.

"Whatever you need." you reply, making his grip on your hips tighten.

"I want you to get yourself off on my thigh." He smile, then kisses your cheek.

"Okay," you say hesitantly, normally is isn't as simple as that...

"But I'm not helping you."

"You're not gonna help me?" you ask.

"Nope." he pops the 'p', making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah right." you roll your eyes, and he removes his hands, setting his arms on the back of the couch.

"Go on," he insists

"You're seriously not going to help me?"

"Nope, ride my thigh like a good girl," Peter says with a smirk.

"Can you at least kiss me." you pout.

"No." he says plainly.

"What? Why not?" You ask and he lets out a small laugh.

"You rolled your eyes at me princess. And you don't get what you want when you're being a brat." he says. 'damn it.' you think to yourself.

"Yes sir." you start moving your hips, and Peter stays try to his word by not touching you. You picked up the pace of your hips just a bit, and the way your underwear hit your clit, made your breath hitch.

Peter arms were on the back of the couch just watching as you grinded down in his thigh. A cocky smirk sat on his face as he watched you.

“Can I take my underwear off Pete?” you asks.

“Whatever helps you get yourself off on my lap sweetheart” he tells you. And you almost responded with “well if you kissed me it would help” but decided against it.

You unclipped your bra and tossed it on the floor. Then you stood and took your panties off and set them by the bra.

“So fucking pretty” he says.

Instead of getting on one thigh, you straddled his lap and started moving your hips again. Moaning at the feeling of the hem up his jeans against your clit.

“Can I touch you please?” you ask him hesitantly.

“Above the belt.” he responds lamely.

You reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Your hips jolted at the sight of the scratches and hickeys you left on him last night.

You moved your hips as you felt yourself getting closer. Inching towards your release. You hurried your head into his neck and sucked on it.

He teasingly bucked his hips roughly causing you to cry out in pleasure. Throwing your head back and away from his neck.

“I love how the tables turn so easily.” he brushes a piece of hair out of your face. “I can feel you soaking my dick through my sweats baby” he taunts.

“I love you.” you tell him, then lean back in to kiss his chest.

He pushes you back and he looks at you and smiles.

"I love you more." He snakes a hand up to your nipple and pinches it. You hips grind roughly onto his as you let out a whimper. He leans forward and place a wet kiss on your right nipple.

"Shit." you curse as he sucks it into his mouth. His hands grab your hips and starts guiding you down onto his erection.

"Can you kiss me now?" you pause as he looks up at you -your tit still in his mouth- "Please Peter? I need you to kiss me." you beg. He releases your nipple, sits straight, and lets out an exaggerated groan.

"You kill me, you know that Princess?" he tells you. He takes his right hand and pulls you into a rough kiss by the throat. You moan into the kiss. His left hand is holds your hips roughly, still guiding you.

You could feel yourself getting close as your clit rubbed against him. The hand that was on the back of your throat went to your right nipple, pinching and pulling on it. You cried out into his mouth.

"I'm gonna come,"

"Go on sweet girl, come for me." he says breathily into your mouth. Your hands find his shoulder and your nails harshly scrap down his arms as you come, gasping Peter's name into his mouth.

Peter breaks the kiss so you can catch your breath. You both just sit there for a few moments, just breathing into each others mouths.

"Wow," you say.

"Did you have fun?" he asks, an insecure tone lacing his voice. (funny considering what he just had you do)

"Always." you smile and peck his lips.

"Lets get you in the bath." He tells you.

"Are don't want help?" you ask directing your attention at his hard dick.

"Not tonight." he smiles and kisses your forehead. "Now lets get you cleaned up."

[bug-boy32]

Rest darling <3

Paring: tasm!peter x reader

Summary: Peter can tell that you are sick but you're just too stubborn to let yourself get the rest you deserve.

Warnings: nothing just peter being a good boyfriend :)

A/N: This is for the wonderful @agnesamarantheastwood who is sick at the moment and deserves all the comfort in the world!! Feel better soon babe

Want more like this? ☞ my masterlist!

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The life you lead would be overwhelming to most but for you it was normal. Between your two jobs, taking care of yourself, your other commitments, and other boring adult stuff you rarely had free time. But when you did, you spent every moment of that free time with your boyfriend, Peter Parker. Peter was the one person you could rely on, you knew he would be there through the good and bad. One of those bad times is now.

You were sick, not terribly sick but it was enough to make you feel well, gross. “Its probably just a cold, I’ll be fine” you thought to yourself. Yet, as each day went on the more sick you got, throat getting more sore, and sneezes getting more frequent. Sooner or later you knew Peter would notice especially with his heightened senses. And you were right.

⚪︎

Peter knew that you were the type of person to say, “I won’t rest until I’m dead.” You we’re such a hard worker, and he admired that but, sometimes you didn’t know when it was time to take a break. So, when Peter noticed you sniffling and coughing more than average he became worried. He had tried to stop you to check your temperature or make sure you’re okay but you always quickly turned your back and said “No! I’m fine Pete I promise.” However, now that you were avoiding him he knew something was up.

⚪︎

Peter was catching on and you knew it, but you wouldn’t let that stop you, you had work to do. But sooner or later your “little cold” caught up to you and living your life became more and more difficult. You were beyond exhausted and it was prevalent at this point, seeing as when you walked through the door of your apartment and ending up all but passing out on the floor.

⚪︎

Peter immediately rushed to your aid picking you up and taking you to bed. He briefly left the room to grab you a cool towel, glass of water, and medication. After, placing the towel on your forehead and making you drink the whole glass of water along with the meds, he took a seat next to you. He quietly soothed you while brushing the stray hairs from your face before whispering to you “y/n you do so many amazing things for other people but, I think you forget that you need to care for yourself” he cooed. “You were working so hard this week even while you were sick, which is admirable but definitely not healthy darling. So please just lay here with me and rest.”

⚪︎

You awoke in the morning already feeling significantly better, you know the medication helped but, Peter made you feel better than any medication could ever.

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[sacredsorceress]

The Ship || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: brief mention of near death experience, fluff

masterlist || request

Peter Parker was your best friend, teammate and that was it- or that was at least what you two told yourselves. The two of you met after you were sought out by the Avengers once you had discovered that you had powers. Since then, the two of you had fought alongside each other and when off from school, spent your time staying and training with one another at the Avengers Compound.

The two of you spent most of your time with the other but you both told yourselves it was because you both had crazy lives and hectic schedules that matched up- not because you particularly enjoyed hanging out with each other- especially alone. 

Although you both spent your fair share of time alone together, tonight you and Peter had other plans. Putting aside vigilante justice for one night, you and your best friend had agreed to go to a costume party. Despite the fact that none other than Flash Thompson was hosting said party, you convinced Peter it would be good for both of you to get out and allow yourselves to be normal teenagers for just one night without the responsibilities of being young superheroes hanging over you.

“Wait- you’re being Han Solo?” You asked your best friend as you crossed the street to meet him where he was standing on the sidewalk in front of Flash’s house. “You didn’t tell me that! I dressed as Leia!”

When you reached Peter, you stopped and admired him dressed as Han Solo. He stood bathed in the light underneath the lamppost and as much as your brain hated for you to think it, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that the costume looked... good. That he looked good. You never even thought about the idea of him dressing as Han but now that he was standing in front of you you couldn’t help yourself from staring a little bit longer than you were probably supposed to at the way the white shirt hung on his body underneath Han’s characteristic vest.

Peter did the same, admiring you in the famous white dress of Leia’s until Ned- who was dressed as Luke- nudged your shared best friend. “Dude.” He muttered to Peter.

“What? Oh!” He spoke finally shaking his head. “It- it’s fine, Y/n. People will just think we're dressed in a group costume.”

“They’ll think I’m your girlfriend. It’s whatever.” You told him nonchalantly before walking ahead of the two boys to enter the party. “It’s getting cold can we just go inside, please?”

As you continued to walk up the steps he was now the one stopped in his place, admittedly a little hurt by what you had said. He wondered why it would be such a bad thing if other people thought that the two of you were a couple... before he snapped himself out of it, reminding himself that you were his best friend. He didn’t like you like that and you definitely didn’t like him like that. What was he thinking?

Mindlessly, Peter and Ned followed you up the steps and into the party. Although Peter dressed up, he admittedly didn’t think that many others would, but to his surprise the house was packed with other kids from school dressed in costumes of their own.

“Penis Parker!” Peter and you heard an all too familiar voice shout. “Y//l/n! I’m surprised you guys actually came. Thought Parker said he was too busy for stuff like this?”

Just when you were about to answer in Peter’s place you heard a loud crash sound from the kitchen. As soon as the sound reached Flash’s ears he quickly raced to the kitchen without saying another word to either you. “Not the vase!” was the last thing you picked up before he left you, Ned and Peter’s point of view. 

“Well.... that was easy.” Peter said. “I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want anything, Y/n?”

“Just a water is fine.” You smiled.

While Peter and Ned left to go find something to drink, you stood in your place, taking in the room around you. Around you was a large crowd of students your own age dressed in all sorts of fun costumes from the generic angel to who you assumed was a Taylor Swift.

Although you saw many different costumes- noting a few to point out to Peter when he got back- one in particular caught your eye immediately. Still standing in the spot Peter had left you in, you watched a girl across the living room from you stand there with a drink in her hand dressed in what you were sure was an all too familiar ensemble.

She was wearing a black jumpsuit with a matching black cloak tied across her shoulders. Both the jumpsuit and the cloak were adorned in haphazard details made of what you assumed was golden glitter glue. Completing her look was a matching black mask, covering her eyes.

You could recognize that ensemble anywhere. Although it was most certainly cheaper and made of latex and glitter glue, you knew it was attempting to replicate the ensemble you wore as your superhero alias “Sorceress”.

Neither you nor Peter had shared your identities with the world or your powers with your classmates. As far as everyone at your school knew besides Ned- you and Peter were normal high school students and Spider-Man and Sorceress were Avengers who saved humanity from multiple world-ending threats- there was no connection between you two and your secret super-human identities.

Although you knew you probably shouldn’t have, you couldn’t help yourself. Before you even realized what you were doing, your feet were already carrying you across the room to meet the girl dressed as... well... you.

When you stopped in front of her and her eyes met yours, you knew you couldn’t back down now. “Hi, sorry. I have to ask-“ You spoke, gesturing to her costume. “Are you- are you dressed as Sorceress? Like the Avenger?”

Taking another sip of her drink, the girl smiled back at you, nodding her head, her blond ponytail bouncing with it. “Yeah!” She told you. “That’s so cool that you noticed. I’m wearing it because my boyfriend wanted to do a couples costume.”

Just when your heart was filling with pride in knowing someone wanted to dress as you, you were taken back by her comment. Your outfit... a part of... a couple’s costume? You were sure you heard her wrong. You- and therefore your superhero alias Sorceress- were most definitely not a part of a couple.

“What do you mean couple’s costume?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow.

Before the girl in front of you could could answer you, however, you heard the shout of the name “Amber” from across the living room. You watched as the girl, Amber- you now realized her name was- jolted her head, stepping on her tip toes to scan over the sea of heads surrounding you.

“That’s him calling now!” She informed you.

You followed her line of sight and watched as her boyfriend emerged from the crowd... unmistakably dressed as... Spider-Man. Confirming your suspicions even further, you watched as Peter trailed behind him.

When the couple finally met, you and your best friend’s widened eyes met each other, knowing without a word that Peter had just had the same conversation with Amber’s boyfriend in the other room.

“Wait... this is your couple’s costume?” You asked, making sure you were understanding the situation properly but also not entirely sure if you wanted the answer.

Just as you asked, her boyfriend wrapped his arm around her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder and laid her hand on his chest, giggling.

You knew your best friend, Peter, well enough to know that he was looking at the sight in front of him with the same horror in his eyes as you were.

“Yeah!” Her boyfriend, clad in the Spider-Man outfit assured you. “We’ve been getting compliments all night!”

You could barely believe the sight in front of you. You and Peter were best friends and nothing more and your superhero aliases abided by that same rule. The two of you never confirmed a relationship to anyone or- to your knowledge- ever give anyone a reason to believe that Spider-Man and Sorceress- or more importantly- you and Peter- were ever anything more than best friends.

“But...” You began, being careful to not expose yourself and Peter. “Spider-Man and Sorceress aren’t dating.”

At that the couple in front of you both laughed as the boy dressed as Spider-Man replied, “You’re joking right? Do you even keep up with the news or anything?”

You and Peter simultaneously turned to look at each other before your attention was grabbed by none other than the host of the party- Flash Thompson- butting himself into the conversation.

“Woah, Spider-Man! Nice!” He complimented, shaking the boyfriend’s shoulder, then noticing his girlfriend laid over him. “Wait wait wait- she’s Sorceress? Dude! Best. couple’s costume. ever.”

“They’re not a couple!” Peter shouted suddenly besides you.

All five of you went silent after Peter’s outburst before Flash spoke up again, chuckling.

“Parker, I wouldn’t expect you to keep up with someone as awesome as Spider-Man.” Flash told him. “But Spider-Man and Sorceress are one hundred percent dating.”

As if on cue you and Peter glanced at each other once again, communicating your horror, confusion and embarrassment without words.

“They’ve never said they’re dating.” You told Flash finally, crossing your arms.

“They don’t have to!”

“Yeah!” Amber agreed, still draped over her boyfriend. The image of someone dressed as you all over someone dressed as Peter despite the fact that you two were only best friends and nothing more made made you feel almost embarrassed standing next to Peter. You just wanted to shrink into yourself. It was almost as if someone had exposed one of your deepest, darkest secrets to Peter that you couldn’t bare to have him know.

“What- what makes you think they’re together?” Peter asked, finally finding his voice once again.

Peter hoped that the dim lights in the room would mask and make it impossible for you to catch the blush that was spreading quickly over his cheeks and ears.

What you didn’t know about your best friend standing beside you, fiddling with his wristwatch while this scene played out in front of him was that he felt the exact same way. He wanted nothing more than to escape this situation without looking suspicious considering his fantasy was playing out in front of his own eyes. As much as he hated to admit it to himself and he told himself he would never admit it to you- he had laid awake at night thinking about standing with you the same way the couple in front of you were.

“Do you ever watch clips of them online or anything?” The unnamed boyfriend asked. “Where do I even start?”

Before anybody could even begin to answer, he nudged his girlfriend off of his shoulder and began counting off on his fingers.

“For starters they’re always together. Have you ever seen them fight and not be next to each other? Didn’t think so. Also, she’s always getting swung around by Spider-Man. She can basically fly, can’t she? Seems weird, right?”

Now you could feel yourself becoming flustered. Was there a door nearby that you could escape through? Maybe they wouldn’t notice. Maybe Peter wasn’t paying attention to what this guy just said.

“Also remember that story about how Sorceress was patrolling that parade on some rooftop and that guy came up behind her with a gun and before she even noticed Spider-Man- like- webshot the gun out of his hand? They said he was supposed to be like two blocks away! I’m just saying, for you to notice something like that from two blocks away, you have to be looking- like really watching her-“

“Okay!” Peter shouted.

Everyone’s attention then turned to Peter with their eyes wide. Even some of the chatter had died down around you and you could see people quickly glance and glare towards Peter before resuming their own conversations and antics.

“Listen man,” The guy told him. “I’m just saying they’re definitely together.”

Fiddling with the long, white sleeve of your dress it was your turn to speak up. “Maybe they’re just friends?” You suggested, shrugging.

With that the guy in front of you as well as Flash adamantly shook their heads.

“No way.” The guy concluded.

“Yeah,” Flash said. “You’re trying to tell me that Spider-Man would friend zone a hot, sorceress who he’s with all the time? Okay, Y/n. I knew Parker was dumb, but I expected more from you.”

Now you were seriously flustered and from Peter’s outburst earlier you could tell- even without his “Peter tingle”- that he was too.

“What if she doesn't want him?” Peter asked.

As soon as you whipped around to face your best friend, your brain still attempting to comprehend what he had just implied by his sentence, you heard the blare of police sirens making their way down the street.

“Shit.” Flash muttered.

After that, everything happened so fast. You and Peter joined the exodus of partygoers scrambling out of Flash Thompson’s front door before taking a cab to the Avengers Compound where the two of you would be staying for the night due to you having training the following morning. The car ride was mostly silent as both of you- unbeknownst to the other- continuously replayed the conversation with the couple and Flash in each of your heads.

Did you two really make yourselves out to be a couple? Were you guys a little too close for best friends?

You ran through your head all the things that the guy had mentioned. You and Peter were essentially attached at the hip and he was your partner on most missions but you figured it was just because you were best friends. You remembered the night where you almost would have died if it weren’t for Peter looking out for you. He told you it was a coincidence, but what if he really was looking out for you the whole time?

Then you thought of all the times you had saved Peter. Did you catch everything because you were observant of everything going on around you or because you were hellbent on protecting your favorite person?

Before you could dig even deeper into your thoughts, you felt the cab stop outside the limits of the Avengers Compound. You and Peter climbed out of the cab and made your way towards the entrance of the building almost without a word. You could usually live with the silence between yourself and Peter- it was peaceful. But now you could just hear yourself screaming in your own head to make the awkwardness stop.

“So...” You cut through the silence.

“So...”

“Crazy night, huh?” You chuckled awkwardly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Y- yeah...”

“You two are here-” You both looked up at the sound of none other than Tony Stark’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of the facility with a cup of coffee in his hand. He shifted his view from you and Peter to his watch. “Like... what? Twelve hours early? This isn’t a daycare.”

Peter was the first to speak.

“Mr. Stark? What are you doing here?”

“Scuffed up the suit a bit on our last little promo tour in Germany- figured I’d fix it up. I also- I don’t know- pay for the place.” He shrugged before using his free hand to gesture between the two of you and your Han Solo and Leia costumes. “What’s with the get up? Since when are you two together?”

“Why does every one think we’re dating?” You huffed in frustration.

Tony laughed.

“So you two know about the whole ‘Spider-Man and Sorceress’ thing I take it?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow and taking another sip of the coffee in his hand.

“Wait.” Peter said, piecing it together. “You knew about that?”

“Uhhhhh, yeah.” Tony said clearing his throat. “I created some of the highest performance equipment in the world... I think I can do a google search.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” You asked him, practically yelling.

“Because you guys are what? Eighteen? I thought you for sure would have googled yourselves by now. Besides, what are you going to do about it now that you know? Hmm?” He paused, testing the both of you. “Tell everyone you’re not dating? You two are literally wearing a couples costume right now.”

“That wasn't our plan!” Both you and Peter shout in unison.

“Look at you two- finishing each other’s sentences.” He teased the two of you, swinging the door open to make his way back inside. He looked over his shoulder at the two of you one last time, calling. “Don’t stay out too long! The last thing I need is for you two to catch a cold. Imagine those headlines!”

When you heard the door click into place behind Mr. Stark, instead of following him inside you sat yourself on the steps. When you looked up to catch Peter still standing in his spot, staring at you, you gave him a small smile and pat the spot on the step besides you. You watched as Peter shot you a closed smile in return, slipping off the vest that had previously been around his chest before plopping himself down in the sport beside you with a sigh.

Without Tony there to break the tension, an awkward silence hung in the air around you, knowing that the other was thinking of the conversation from the party you had just briefly attended.

Without thinking, you rested your head on Peter’s shoulder.

You thought over the events of the past night. Did you like Peter? You would have normally told yourself that this wasn’t true but you couldn’t deny the way your heart jumped in your chest when you saw him standing under the lamppost dressed in costume or the way your heart ached for Peter to hold you the way Amber’s boyfriend was at the party. As admittedly awkward as it was to watch people pick apart your relationship right in front of you, a part of you knew that they were right.

Much to your surprise it was Peter who broke the silence first.

“Do we... do we like each other?” He asked you.

You didn’t move, only focusing your attention on the stars above you while your head rested on Peter’s shoulder.

You didn’t exactly know how to answer that question. In what was almost a movie like montage, all the memories you had of Peter rushed through your brain from the first time the two of you met to nightly patrols to where you were now, picking them apart and analyzing each of them. You recalled the times where he nearly died and how terrified you felt, knowing a piece of you would die with him. Any time Peter was in danger, your first thought had always been regret- not because you couldn’t save him- but because of all the things that would be left unsaid. You never understood that gaping whole you felt in your chest any time he was hurt, but now you did- you liked Peter. You had always loved him, but you now realized you loved him in a way you were almost afraid to admit.

“I think so.” You laughed.

Peter quickly pulled away, causing you to lose your balance as his shoulder shifted to no longer cushion your head.

“A- are you sure? Are you just saying that because of... of you know Flash and everyone?” You gazed at his face, watching as his eyes searched yours for a hint of truth. You could see the worry coated over his face. “If you don’t, it’s okay. It’s totally okay. Just... be honest. O-o okay?”

You smiled at him once again. This time while your eyes still met his underneath the stars and the glow of the warm light escaping from the front door, you reached out for one of his hands.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you held hands, but this time it felt different as you gently wrapped your hand around his.

“I’m not just saying it, Pete.” You promised him. “I think I’ve always had a little bit of a crush on you. I just- I don’t know- I guess I never admitted it to myself because I was too afraid to tell you.”

“Why?”

You sighed, your eyes straying from his to your intertwined hands in his lap.

“You’re Peter Parker. You spend the whole day being the smartest guy in the room and at night you save people from bad guys. Even Flash worships the ground Spider-Man walks on. Plus, you’re my best friend, Peter. I didn’t want to admit it to myself and then have to deal with it and risk losing you. Even right now I’m realizing you never said that you necessarily liked me. Even if you don’t just don’t stop being my best friend, Pete. I couldn’t take it. Please-”

As you reached the end of your speech and looked up, you immediately felt the soft touch of Peter’s lips connecting with yours for a light peck. As soon as you comprehended what was going on, his lips left yours, but his face stayed close to yours. Your eyes met and before he could say anything else, you reached your free hand up to cup Peter’s cheek, pulling him in for another kiss.

Both of your eyes fluttered shut and you could feel his hand squeeze yours as the two of you melted into the kiss. You could barely believe that you were kissing Peter- you’re sweet best friend, Peter- but as his lips met yours all you could do was ask yourself how you had gone this long without doing it.

When you finally pulled away, all either of you could do was smile.

“So.. you like me?”

Peter chuckled and he was so close, you could feel his warm breath against your skin still. “Y- yeah.”

“Good.” You smiled, leaning in once again, but before you could meet his lips, Peter’s eyes went wide as he pulled away.

Worried yourself that you had done something wrong, you squeezed Peter’s hand. “What's wrong?”

“I just realized- we forgot Ned.”

“Oh shit.”

[absolutelyfizzing]

I like you because (peter parker x reader)

Peter parker x reader

description - You have a panic attack at school and peter helps you through it. Then he lets you know all of the reasons he loves you 

word count -  about 2000

warnings - anxiety! panic attack tw! negative self talk, don't read if that is triggering for you. Also tooth-rotting fluff that makes me wanna cry. also self harm warning!! hand scratching!

A/N - I just wanted to say that anxiety manifests itself in different ways in different people. This is based off of a personal experience i had with a panic attack at school and how one of my friends helped me though it. I know this may not be how everyone experiences anxiety and everyone's version of this experience is completely valid. by no means am i trying to offend or cause any harm.

MASTERLIST

Your feet hit the pavement quickly as you rushed to school. You could feel people looking at you but you tried to get to your locker as soon as humanly possible. Your heart rate was picking up and you knew you were acting strange to the people around you. You looked exhausted. Your eyes had bags under them and your clothes were a mess. You couldn't walk straight because of the lack of sleep. When you finally made it to your locker you were so out of it that it took multiple tries to get the code right. Finally getting it open, you sighed, trying desperately to hide behind the locker door and to calm your breathing. 

You didn't know why but the last 2 days had been hell. It had been the weekend so it was okay but you hadn't slept right or had the motivation to do anything. Your anxiety was worse and it seemed that everything was too bright and too loud. There was just too much going on. You just wanted to sit in your room and stare at the wall for the rest of the day but you had to come to school, both for your academic performance and to see your boyfriend, Peter. He would get worried if you didn't show up and you didn't want him to have to cancel something later in the day to check on you. Now that you were here and you could feel people looking at you, you wondered if him seeing you would make him any less worried. You felt him come up behind you and when you turned to look at him there was a grin on his face. It quickly turned into worry as he looked at you. You felt the guilt creeping in. 

"Hey Y/N, you doing okay?" he questioned lightly. You subtly braced yourself and smiled widely, purposefully making it reach your eyes. 

"Yeah I'm fine! Just in a little bit of a mood is all." You smiled, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. You had to convince him not to worry. You couldn't have him distracted during the day because he was thinking about something so silly as you being extra anxious. You hoped the thumping of your heart and the nervous ticks you felt in your fingers would dissipate during the day. Peter looked at you a little funnily but didn't question you. You knew he could probably tell your heart rate was pounding extra fast but neither of you said anything as you closed your locker and you both began walking to your first class, which you had together. 

The day went on but the anxiety did not leave. You could feel yourself growing irritable and the lights burned your eyes. Your leg was bouncing nervously and one hand scratched at the other. You only scratched your hand like that when you really were anxious, normally right before a panic attack. You did everything in your power not to do it normally because it left your hand hurt and sometimes bleeding. Peter knew this tic of yours and so you kept your hand covered by your sleeve whenever you could and you avoided being right next to him in any classes you had together. He noticed your change in behavior but again didn't say anything as the day went on, not wanting to upset you further and figuring you would come to him when you were ready. 

By the time lunch came around, you were exhausted. You had been worrying about everything and nothing for hours and your hand was scratched raw. You could feel Peter looking at you and you could also feel the panic rise in your throat at the large amount of people in the cafeteria. You were suddenly hyper aware of the people around you and their breathing and chewing. The lights felt sterile and the feeling of exposure sent a chill up your spine. You needed to get out. You set your stuff on the cafeteria table next to peter and mumbled something quickly about needing to use the restroom. You headed for the locker room. At this time of day you knew nobody would be in there. You went between the isles to find a small corner. Once you had backed yourself in you slid to the ground, the tears starting as you breathing became harder to control. You were scratching your hand and tapping your foot, trying desperately to get rid of the excess energy you could feel in your body. Your thoughts were so consumed in how stupid you were being, how selfish, that you didn't notice the sound of the door opening and closing. 

You were mumbling something about going crazy and how you were being ridiculously self centered when you heard someone slide down the wall a couple feet in front of you. You knew it was probably Peter or MJ coming to check on you. You forced a sob to stay in your throat and you immediately tried everything in your power to calm down. You couldn't but you felt the person move closer. 

"Can I help?" You heard Peter ask, still not looking up at him. You shook your head silently. You wanted to scream and cry but you were finding it harder and harder to breathe. "Can I stay here?" he asked again. You thought for a moment, your heart pounding loudly at the lack of air it was getting. You nodded. 

You mumbled “I’m sorry” over and over, hoping he understood that you didn't mean for him to get wrapped up in this. That he shouldn't have to deal with you. The tears were coming harder and suddenly it was like you couldn't get air into your lungs at all. You started gasping but it didn't work. Nothing was working, you couldn't breathe. You weren't able to talk but you felt a hand on yours. You shook in shame at the thought of him seeing you like this. 

Suddenly his body was wrapped around yours. He was hugging you to his chest, you still curled up into a ball. He began breathing deeply and you unconsciously started to match his pace. It took at least 10 minutes but eventually your breathing matched his, slow and controlled. You were still crying though. 

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry." It seemed like it was all you could say. You refused to make eye contact with him even when he pulled back to look at you. Your hand was scratching away at the other desperately trying to get out of your skin when you felt him grab your hands. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Please look at me." He whispered. You took a deep breath before looking at him. Your watery eyes met his and you could see he was holding back tears. 

"Can you tell me what’s going on?" he asked quietly. You nodded but waited before speaking. You were trying to gather your thoughts and he made no move to rush you, holding your hands and looking at you lovingly. 

"I don't know whats wrong" you got out first. You took another deep breath. "A couple days ago I started to feel shitty again like I sometimes do but I didn't want to worry you so I just didn't mention it. Then I got to school today and -" you paused and took a deep breath, shutting your eyes as tightly closed as you could. "everything is so loud here. I felt like everyone was looking at me and I was worried I would snap at someone if they talked to me and I just don't want to be here or be me and I hate that I'm like this and I'm sorry you have to deal with it." You rushed out quickly. Another sob wracked your body. "I hate me" you whispered under your breath, without the intention of him hearing but he heard it because he was 1) very close to you, and 2) had enhanced senses. You slowly looked at him and he had a sad look on his face. There were tears in his eyes and the guilt wracked over you. "I’m sorry" you whispered.

"I love you." he whispered back. You were taken aback a bit. You had been together for 2 years, your junior and now your senior, and you hadn't really said that to each other like that. Not in this serious of a context. You sniffed. "I love you on any day, even when you don't love yourself. I know you are the greatest person on the planet and I believe it enough for the both of us. At least until you feel like you can work on getting to being okay with yourself."

You felt another sob wrack your body and you leaned into his chest. "And you never have to be sorry for feeling this way. It's not your fault. I am here voluntarily because I care about you. No amount of tears or snot or anxiety will change how much I care about you." he then took a deep breath and kissed your hair. You slowly stopped shaking in his arms and he kept holding you. 

"I don't know why you like me." you whispered out. The tears were no longer pouring out of you and you had fully caught your breath. You weren't fishing for compliments either, you were just expressing your genuine surprise that he wanted you around. 

"I like you because you are kind. You always ask if everyone is okay, even MJ when she is being snappy with you. I like you because you think of others first in every situation, even if it is frustrating for the people who love you. I like you because you always know what to say to people when they are feeling sad and I’m sorry I'm not as good at it as you. I like you because you always say bless you when anyone sneezes and you put the grocery cart away at the store every time. You always tell people they can talk to you if they need anything, even if you don't know then very well. You always crack your window for me so I can come in if I need you after patrols. You are the kindest person I have ever met. I like you because I will love you until the end of me. And everyone around you loves you too." By the time he was done you were holding back tears again. You looked at him and he smiled at you before saying, "Of course they don't love you as much as I do, I think thats impossible." while he smirked, trying to get you to crack a smile. It worked. You took a deep breath before straddling his legs and wrapping yourself around him in the biggest hug you could give. 

"I love you too" you said into his neck where your head was buried. He rubbed your back as you breathed him in. 

"Are you ready to go back out there or do you want to stay in here?" he asked genuinely and you knew he would be content with either choice. 

"We can go back out there but I think I’m going to head home." You muttered out, knowing you were going to crash soon if you stayed here. 

"Can I come with you?" he questioned. You looked at him and sighed. 

"Pete, I don’t want you to miss out on the rest of the day because you're with me." you said but you smiled at him. 

"Can I please? I wanna take care of my girl." He whispered the last part and you knew your resolve wouldn't last. 

"Yes of course you can come with me." you muttered, secretly glad he was coming with you. You didnt really want to be all alone as your parents were off at work. 

You didn't regret your decision. You headed outside while he grabbed your stuff from the cafeteria so you didn't have to let your peers see you with tear stains. He carried your bag all the way home and had his arm around your shoulders as he walked. When you got back you laid down on the couch and he tucked you in before going to the kitchen to make you some hot cocoa. By the time he came back into the room with cocoa in hand, you were fast asleep. Peter couldn't believe how much he cared about you as you laid there and he decided in that moment that he would spend the rest of his life proving your worth to you every single day.

[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Hey love, was wondering if we could get some more mean girl x soft boy with Peter with promts 10 and 37??

Yes!! My favorite, of course, I made reader a Stark too cause spoiled rich mean girl with soft little Peter kills me. Hope you like it!

Requests are still open guys, you can use the prompts or just request whatever you want to, I write for Peter and Tom, love you guys xx

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: Peter wants you to take him to a party, which ends up being nothing like he expected

Prompts

Masterlist

Prompt #10 - “I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to pretty boy.”

Prompt #37 - “You wanna sneak out?”

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It would be hard to summarize (y/n) Stark in any sort of brief, meaningful fashion, she was too complicated for just a few sentences. If Peter had to call her just a few things he’d say she was complex and charismatic. She could be a little bratty, she liked getting her way, but most people still liked her, they still wanted to be around her. She was glamorous, with her designer clothes and nice cars and the paparazzi, she held the whole Stark legacy in a custom made, diamond encrusted pink birkin. Peter didn’t get the appeal of the money or the popular girl front she had at school, he thought the real her was a lot more interesting.

In getting to know her he had found she was actually a lot softer than most people thought, she just took a bit to warm up to people. He couldn’t blame her really, he’d seen firsthand the way kids at school tried to get close to her just for the exclusive invite or a Twitter follow, so he understood her hesitation. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to be popular and famous, why she liked it all so much. It was puzzling to him, but he found both sides of her equally endearing. Even dorky little Peter couldn’t resist the pull of her glamorous life, he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to be closer to that side of her too. He wanted to be the boy on her arm at all the parties she went to, but he had to get out of his comfort zone to do that…

“Yo Parker, you riding with me?” (y/n) turned around to face him as their final class drew to a close.

He nodded, “Yeah, if that’s cool with you.”

“I was hoping you would, I need your help,” she winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stood.

He followed after her, his brows knit in confusion, “What do you need my help with?”

“There’s a party this Friday, dad said I can’t go,” she rolled her eyes, “So annoying, anyways, I was going to ask you to cover for me. I’ll tell him I’m at your place studying or something and you just tell him I’m with you if he asks. I know you're a perfect little angel, but I’ll owe you so big and I promise you won’t get in trouble with him. Plus I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, you know that,” he blushed, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next move, “There is, uh, something you could do for me though…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, “I want to go with you.”

She paused right in front of the limo and raised a brow at him, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She laughed as she climbed into the car, apparently finding the suggestion to be the funniest thing she’d heard all week, “Peter it’s a party with people and dancing and alcohol, I don’t think it’s your scene.”

“Then I’ll sneak out.”

His cheeks flushed and he frowned, “I’ve been to parties, I want to go, you always have fun don’t you?”

“You’ve been to high school parties,” she rolled her eyes, “There is no way May would let you go to this kind of party.”

“You wanna sneak out?”

“I sneak out all the time,” he reminded, “I’m probably better at it than you.”

“Point taken,” she smiled brightly at him, “Okay, why do you want to go out to parties all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, “I might as well give it a try, maybe I’ll like it.”

She hummed, contemplating what to do for a moment, “Okay, I’ll take you, but no dorky t-shirts.”

“What’s wrong with my shirts?” he glanced down at himself with a frown.

“Well I think they’re cute, but they aren’t really party material. In fact I don’t know if anything you have is…”

He blushed at the compliment, “I can just wear a plain shirt then.”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” she smiled, “My arm candy has to match me.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing the Spiderman suit.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you too babe,” she patted his cheek, smiling while his blush spread up to his ears, “Pick you up at 8?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds good.”

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As promised, (y/n) arrived at Peter’s house at 8 sharp, holding a garment bag and dressed in a knee length tan trench coat.

“That’s what you're wearing?” Peter cocked his head in confusion, looking her up and down before quickly adding, “N-Not that you look bad or anything! I-It's just not what I normally see you wear to parties and stuff…”

His mouth went dry and he could only nod as he took it all in, “Y-Yeah, you look great.”

“I’ve got an outfit on under it, I just didn’t know if May would be home,” she pushed the garment bag into his hands with a smile.

“She’s working late tonight, I told her we’re going to the movies,” he shut the door behind her, his whole face blooming red as she tossed the trench coat off.

“Great, I look hot don’t I?” she giggled, spinning so he could admire her full outfit, a baby blue cropped cami and a matching skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt had a slit leading up her right thigh and the whole thing was covered in a slightly darker blue Louis Vuitton monogram.

“I know,” she smiled proudly before gesturing to the bag in his hands, “Well come on, promise you’ll look hot too.”

He swallowed and opened up the bag to reveal a blazer with the same color and print as her outfit, “You don’t expect me to wear just this right?”

She burst into a fit of laughter and shook her head, “No, I was thinking just some jeans and a white shirt underneath, but hey, if you’re really feeling yourself I won’t stop you.”

“No, no, tshirt and jeans sounds great,” he pulled the blazer from the bag, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sang as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Peter was only gone for a second, returning almost immediately dressed per her instruction, “Happy?”

She nodded, “You look great, blue’s your color,” she stood, grabbing the edge of his jacket, “And red, and yellow.”

“You just listed all the primary colors,” he laughed.

“And I was right,” she moved up to his collar, flattening it out for him, “You for sure look best in yellow, but I know blue is your favorite, so I figured we’d wear blue.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t know how else to respond, “So what are we going to do there?”

“Oh come on Peter, you know what happens at a party,” she laughed, her hands moving up to his hair, tussling it slightly, “Didn’t you tell me you went to parties?”

He blushed, “Well one party, and it didn’t go great… I mean it can’t be anything that crazy right? Just like spin the bottle or beer pong or something?”

“Oh sweety,” she clicked her tongue before stepping away from him and slipping back into her coat, “If that’s when you’re hoping for then I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to, pretty boy.”

He went wide eyed, “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, his stomach beginning to fill with nerves, “I guess, I’m a little worried now though.”

“You should be,” she winked, “Not even Spiderman can save you from the night we’re gonna have.”

Her words had put Peter a bit on edge, and had him wracking his brain for every party he’d ever seen on tv. Once they got in the car he tried to drill her on the matter, but she only continued to tease him, never giving him a straight answer on anything, going as far as to tell him they were going to be summoning a demon at midnight. Something he had rolled his eyes at until they pulled around to the back of what Peter had to assume was some kind of club.

“(y/n) are you sure this is the right place?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it just looks sketchy from the back,” she flicked the car off and smiled at him, “Come on, you’re gonna love it here.”

He knit his brow in confusion as he followed her, “You sure about that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, just come on,” she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

He was hesitant as he followed her up to the large metal door, worried momentarily she might have been serious about the demon thing until she opened the door.

“Holy shit,” he swore as he glanced around the giant arcade.

She clenched her hands in front of her nervously, “What do you think?”

There was no party, not even close, in fact the only other people in the building were employees.

“I’m confused.”

She sighed, “I thought it was weird when you said you wanted to go to that party, I mean it’s not really your scene,” she glanced away from him, her normal confidence seeming to fade in an instant, “I don’t know, I kind of got to thinking maybe you just wanted to go because we were going together, and I thought that maybe you’d want to do something a little more personal so I rented out this old arcade,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe that was stupid, the party is real though, we can go to that instead if you want…”

Peter stared at her for a minute, trying to connect the dots, “L-Like a date?”

She nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know, it kind of seemed like that was the vibe.”

“No, no, no,” he grabbed her arms, stopping her from walking away, “I want to go on a date with you so bad.”

“So you rented a whole arcade?” he gaped.

“Oh come on Peter, you already know I’m excessive,” she groaned, “God, this was so stupid, let’s just go to the damn party.”

Her cheeks flushed, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just a little shocked, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t really know what to do,” she fiddled with a piece of her hair, still unable to meet his eyes, “I mean you know I’m pretty sure of myself most of the time, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” he went wide eyed while she nodded.

“I’ve never really liked a guy before, at least no this much,” she explained, “And I mean we can go to the party if you want still, but if you want this to be a first date I just thought something a little more special would be nice…”

A smile spread across his face, “There is nothing I’d like more than for this to be our first date.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “We haven’t even started the first one.”

“Thank god, it would have been totally humiliating if you said no,” an airy laugh escaped her lips.

“There wasn’t a chance of that happening,” he assured, “I can’t really afford to rent out an arcade, but I’ll plan our second date okay?”

“No but you went through all this trouble, I figured you’d want another.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know Peter if this relationship is gonna work I think my ego is big enough for the both of us.”

He laughed and pressed his head to hers, “We’ll see how you feel after I kick your ass at every game in here.”

“There is not a chance in hell you’re winning even one game tonight,” she leaned in just a tad, “But I’ll tell you what, if you do I’ll give you a kiss.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her nose before pulling away, “You’re on.”

[thisisarcanereverie]

All Nighter (Peter Parker x Fem! Reader) Part 1

Hey this is actually the first x reader I’ve written in a VERY long while so I hope it isn’t too bad lol. Anyways feel free to scroll down in search for my prompt list and request some prompts after reading this if you like. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spiderman he respectfully belongs to Marvel and Sony.

Words: 2,446 

Summary: While in University you meet Peter Parker and become fast friends and Study Partners for your shared classes often pulling all nighters together. However you start noticing him disappearing more and more often . 

If it weren’t for the sleep deprivation, lack of mental health concern, and ridiculous amount of coffee or tea you consume just to get through the day you think you would rather enjoy university and all it had to offer.

However, between all nighters spent studying with your friend Peter Parker and the shifts you pick up at work, it was hard to find any time to simply enjoy being at Uni. You barely had time to sleep let alone sit down on a bench and drink a cup of hot coffee. When you moved from your small town to the city setting all you could think was how big everything seemed and how crowded. However this excited you, you never knew anything quite like the city. That doesn’t mean sometimes you don’t miss your small town and the people there. Your town was surrounded by hills of trees that would turn into a beautiful collage of reds, yellows, and oranges and it was quiet and peaceful. You had a drug dealer or two but that was the most of it when it came to crime. Although sometimes you would miss your town and the quiet and most of all... a normal sleep schedule. You wouldn’t trade the life you had now for anything else. Yeah you were sleep deprived and overworked but you experienced more culture and life here than you ever could in that small town. 

You were vibing to “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone when you spotted your all nighter buddy, Peter Parker, walking out of his dorm building. You pulled out an earbud and jogged to him 

“Hey Peter, wait up!” You called to him, he turned his head and his face immediately lit up upon realizing who had called him. Peter wouldn’t say it out loud but he had a small thing for you. You and him would often distract yourselves from your studying and talk about anything and everything. Peter found it difficult to talk to most people without seeming nerdy and weird but with you conversation was effortless. You got most of his nerdy references to movies and tv shows ranging from sci-fi like Doctor Who (you were partial to the 9th doctor while he was mostly partial to the 4th) and Star Wars (he actually was the one who got you into it.) to fantasy like Lord of the Rings (both of you were Legolas stans) and Game of Thrones (you and him refuse to accept season 8 as canon). However that wasn’t all that you talked about (it did make up a good 70% however.) you often spoke about what your small town was like and the people there while he spoke of his Aunt May and his internship days for the late Tony Stark. You comforted him as began tearing up at the mention of Iron Man. You and him had grown close these past 7 months, 7 months wasn’t a long time but to him it felt like he'd known you all his life. Time just seemed to go faster with you. 

“Hey (Y/n)!” His steps paused and waited for you to jog to his side. You reached his side in a matter of seconds a blinding grin on your face. 

“We on for tonight Petey boy?” You ask as your steps match his as you walk side by side with him. 

“Yeah totally,” he confirmed, “are we meeting at your apartment tonight or where are we meeting?” he asked. 

“My roommate is going to have her boyfriend over tonight and as you’ve learned the hard way, the walls are thin.” You explained in a sigh, your roommate was decent for the most part. She didn’t touch your stuff often without your permission and was generally quiet....until her boyfriend stayed the night. Then not even earplugs and loud music could silence the loud moans and the creaking of the bed frame. 

The brunette’s cheeks reddened in a blush. He remembered when due to a miscommunication, she had brought her boyfriend over the same time you and him were knee deep in Basic Quantum Theory. You chuckled softly, you remember the poor boy being flustered by the things he heard your roommate moan. 

“So my dorm then.” he said, clearing his throat in the process. You admired his blushing face for a second longer before replying. 

“Yeah that sounds great,” you say, “that means I’ll be supplying snacks and drinks then.”

“Hell yeah,” he said, “snacks, drinks, and books. It’s going to be one hell of a rager.” 

You laugh softly, “yeah, we might get thrown out over how much of a rager it’s going to be.” You and him laugh slightly among yourselves. Both of you were never very popular to begin with, even in highschool. That was ok with you though, you didn’t really like parties to begin with. 

After a short conversation about fan theories you and him had to split paths until tonight. After a short ‘see ya’ you and him began to walk your separate ways. You paused and looked back at Peter’s figure walking away for a brief moment before you continued walking to your class. You would be lying if you weren’t somewhat attracted to Peter romantically. You and him connected on a level you haven’t quite connected with anyone before. He wasn’t horrible to look at either (although that doesn’t really matter THAT much to you but you weren’t complaining about it either.) his fluffy brown hair and that darn smile, The way his eyes would crinkle slightly every time he did and the way his eyes lit up when he talked passionately about something. It could range from something small like Legolas to the workings of Nanotech and the Blip. 

That was something else you both had in common, during those five years you both had been snapped out of existence by that fucking deformed eggplant emoji. It left you with a cold feeling as you remembered nothing from those 5 years. You couldn’t remember if there was an afterlife or not. That alone filled you with unease. 

You shook your head off those thoughts and quickened your pace to your building.

(After classes)

You walked through the 7 Eleven ailes picking whatever was cheaper and likely to keep you up for your study session with Peter. You picked up around 2 starbucks coffee’s with a bunch of chocolate bars and gummy candy with gum as well. Just as you were ready to head the register you noticed a man enter through the doors. He immediately went to the register and asked for cigarettes. As the cashier turned his back the man pulled out a gun he had kept hidden underneath his shirt. Upon seeing this you quickly hid behind one of the racks and pulled out your phone calling the police. You tried to quiet your breathing and quiet your heart beat. 

“911 what’s your emergency” 

“Hang up” suddenly your eyes dart to another man with another gun pointed right at your right temple. You pulled the phone from your ear and pressed hang up. the man held his hand out for your phone. You slowly went to hand your phone to him before you even remember doing it you threw your phone past him. As he turned to look, you took this opportunity to grab his gun from his hands and kicked his kneecaps so he fell to his knees and turned the gun on him. 

You had some basic self defense from before you moved to the city. You had a feeling you would be needing some sort of self defense skill if you were to be moving to a place where crime was higher. 

“Don’t move,” You said calmly, at this point you were running on autopilot adrenaline rushing through your veins. 

You suddenly hear a gunshot and see a blur of metallic red. You immediately recognized it as Spiderman. 

“Y’know there’s a reason why most robberies take place after dark.” you hear him remark. the other man was still on his knees in front of you. 

“Hey Spiderman,” You call out. the superhero took half a second before walking away from the other side of the aisle to you. His suits eyes seemed to widen for a second upon setting sight to you. “you got enough webs for his accomplice here?” 

“I might,” he responds after a moment. He webs the man's hands to his side and his knees together. I gently put the gun on the linoleum and grab my groceries. 

“Here ma’am let me get that for you.” Spiderman said as he reached for your groceries and you let him. Usually you don’t allow people to hold things for you but you don’t know what it is about him but he seems familiar to you. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Are you sure you're ok?” he asked, “I mean obviously your ok I mean you were the one who had him on his knees which by the way how did you do that because that probably looked cool.” you laughed slightly, he reminded you of Peter. He would often talk like this when he was either nervous or excited. 

“I just had some basic self defense before moving to the city. I just threw my phone over there and....OH MY GOD MY PHONE!” You suddenly exclaim as you jogged past Spiderman in search of your phone. It may have been a cheap phone but it was all you could afford at the current moment. You found it with the screen heavily cracked by the stand of potato chips. You muttered a string of curse words as you silently prayed for it to turn on. when the screen lit up to the lock screen you silently thanked whatever god there was that your phone wasn’t completely dead. You stood up and walked back to Spiderman. 

“Sorry about that this phone is all I can afford so if it gets busted too bad I’m out of a phone.” you apologized. He nodded his head in understanding. Then you hear the sirens wailing from outside the store. Spiderman then handed back your groceries. 

“Well Ma’am sorry to cut this conversation short but looks like it’s my time to swing away.” He turns to leave out the back door when I call out to him. 

“Hey Spiderman!” he pauses to look at me, “it’s (Y/n), not Ma’am.” 

“Well then,” he reached and grabbed my hand and placed it over where I assumed his lips were, “see ya around the neighborhood then (Y/n)” and with that he shot out his web shooter and swung away. Leaving me with a blush on my cheeks. 

(After the cops) 

After giving your statement to the police you paid for your groceries and left. As you walked to Peter’s dorm you clicked on his contact and waited for him to answer the phone. fortunately you didn’t wait that long, it took 2 rings before he picked up

“Hey (Y/n) you ok?” Peter asked his voice full of concern, which shocked you, he couldn’t possibly have known yet what had happened.

“Yeah I’m ok Pete, why the concern?” you asked, slightly suspicious. 

“ummm no reason, I mean I saw on the news the 7 Eleven you usually go to was robbed today but that Spiderman saved the day, not to say the news didn’t mention how you helped him but mostly they were focused on Spiderman.” He rambled, technically he wasn’t lying. They did mention the robbery briefly on the news. 

“Damn and I thought news traveled fast in my town.” you remarked, you did see a few news vans there but you didn’t think they would actually mention you. 

“Anyways (Y/n) we don’t have to study tonight if you don’t want to. I know you’ve had a rough day but if you still want to come over to avoid your roommate and her boyfriend we can watch a movie on my laptop.” He offered. Honestly that alone sounds like paradise. One of the last things on your mind tonight was studying for a Mid Term that was a few months away. 

“Honestly Petey boy that sounds heavenly I’ll be there in a minute with beverages and snacks that I got.” you say as his dorm building came into view. the street lights had just begun to light up as you made your way to his dorm building doors.”

“Ok (Y/n) see ya soon.” he said

“see ya soon” you said as you clicked the red hang up button. 

(After picking out a movie and settling in)

Peter didn’t debate with you once as you picked the Pirates of the Caribbean to watch with Peter as you both snacked on junk food and sugary drinks. You both were on his bed, your legs on his lap as you watched the magnificence that was Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. 

“Y’know” you say interrupting the movie. Peter clicked pause to let you speak. “Y’know who vaguely reminds me of Will Turner also sorry for interrupting the movie I didn’t mean to be rude or anything.” Peter didn’t think you were being rude, he interrupted movies a lot more than you and you were always patient with him and he got what he wanted to say out of the way, always listening to him. 

“I don’t think you were being rude,” he said. “but who does Will Turner remind you of?” 

“Spiderman.” 

Peter nearly choked when you said that. 

“Spiderman, why Spiderman?” he asked, voice wavering only slightly but you seem to pay no mind to it. 

“Well , no joke, after the whole robbery thing he kept calling me Ma’am and being respectful. Before he left I called out to him and told him to call me (Y/n) and I swear to god he must be a player or something in his civilian life because as smooth as silk he placed a kiss on my hand over his mask and said ‘see ya around the neighborhood then (Y/n).’ and swung off like, obviously I don’t flirt often and I typically don’t get flirted with but that was flirting right?” Peter did indeed flirt with you, taking advantage of the mask to be bolder than he usually was with you. After he had swung off Peter had been blushing the entire time wondering if he had gone too far. But apparently he had worried for nothing since you seem to be blushing just recounting the event. 

“Did you like him flirting with you?” He asked tentatively, he knew he was treading on dangerous waters but that didn’t seem to matter as you blushed a little harder. 

“Actually yeah, it was nice.” 

He mentally made a note to flirt with you often when Spiderman.

[garfieldsladybird]

Okay I hope this isn't too much!!

🦝 — trash panda. • send in a description about yourself; A little abt your personality (a lot if you want and appearance too if you’d like), gender preference & fandom. and I’ll ship you with someone!! :))

can I ask for the fandoms Teen wolf, Marvel, and HP?

I'm 5'1, typical short girl, I have a big attitude and I will give anyone shit no matter who they are as long as I have good reason (good reason to me at least). I have medium length hair that I dye all the time. usually it's red or black. I have a lot of mental illnesses. Depression, general anxiety, major social anxiety, I think bpd and a bunch of other stuff. My social anxiety usually affects me a lot more when I'm alone and not with someone I trust. If I'm with someone I trust I'm a giant extrovert and i get a lot more reckless and loud. normally I'm pretty quiet. definitely a people watcher. I sit back before I go into a new situation and observe everyone so I know who to talk to, who to avoid, just hwo to interact with everyone and everything. I don't trust easily but once you've earned my trust I will fight tooth and nail for you and I'm very loyal. My love language is touch and gifts. I'm always cuddling and touching and hugging the people I care about. I'll be as close as possible as long as the other person is comfortable and ok with it.

um that's a lot so ima stop myself here

yo damn I relate to you so much. I read that and I just immediately felt like I was reading a lot about myself wowo 

thank you <33

okay so…

teen wolf; Scott McCall. I feel like because he’s kind of more of a shy, puppy lover kind of guy I feel like you being with him would be a good match. but I don’t think you guys would get together like immediately or something you know. but yeah I’m gonna go with Scott McCall. I feel like you guys would relate to each other with the loyalty, and I think he would be able to help you with the social anxiety, I think he most likely would be able to sense that because he’s a werewolf yk it is main priority most likely would be to protect his mate. and I feel like he’s a very touchy person himself so he wouldn’t mind at all.

^ going with that I would also ship you with stiles. I feel like he would love a girl with a big attitude that would give anyone shit if you had a good reason. and I feel like he knows what it’s like to have depression and panic attacks because he still gets panic attacks so I think he would be there to help you no matter what. and I think he’s already a touchy person so he would love to just hug you, anytime. and I feel like you guys would have the best connection together because once you earn that trust and that bond, you guys would have this amazing energy together. like it’s when you have that friend where you guys just look at each other and you guys just start laughing and it’s the laugh that dead silent but you guys are just dying and that’s what I’m getting from the both of you. idk

Final answer for teen wolf is Stiles :D

marvel; ngl i’m thinking of Peter Parker but I think I’m gonna go with Pietro Maximoff. mostly because I think you would earn his trust and he would earn it from you too, and he seemed very protective of his sister so I bet he would be even more protective of you too. and if the depression and the social anxiety were getting to you I think he would be very good at comforting you and helping you out. because I remember a scene or some thing where he was helping his sister yk and I also think he would make sure to learn how to help you with the bpd. or just be there with you. now I think he would love to just speed around for example around the tower or something and when he finally found you he would just pick you up in a big lovable hug from behind oh my gosh <33 I think you and him would very much be similar in the observing people area and I also feel like you guys would gossip a lot. I don’t know why but I bet if he was in more of the Marble universe I think his attitude would be the same as yours, the I will give anybody shit only if I have a good reason for it. because that’s basically what he did with Tony so. 

Mcu answer is  Pietro Maximoff. <33

Harry potter universe:

Golden trio era; I kind of wanna ship you with Ron… same with pietro I think he’ll be the biggest sweetheart with all of that, like I bet there’s times where you might feel that it’s too much and you don’t want to put this on your significant other but I feel like he wouldn’t care, that he would want to help you, no matter what.

^ after I wrote that I kind of was thinking of  George Weasley more. and I feel like George is somehow always in the shadow of Fred and he is kind of more of the quiet one I don’t think he has a lot of lines but I kind of want to switch this to George. same going with what I just said he would be the biggest sweetheart, he would just wanna comfort you and he’s like 6 foot 1 bro he will just pick you up and hold you ‘cause he will be your teddy bear, he most likely has a lot of issues with social anxiety too since Fred is more of the talker but I feel like George has more charm he’s more genuine kind of maybe I’m not saying that Freddy is rude or anything I hope you get what I mean… 

but for Golden Trio era George Weasley is my final answer. 

Marauders era; this one’s kind of a tough choice for me. I really don’t know. I feel like you would be great friends with a marauders and i’m really thinking of all three… poly!marauders but without peter ofc. i’m thinking this because I mean it just kind of makes sense for me. with remus I feel like he would be able to calm you down if you get like overhyped with giving someone shit, and he would definitely earn that trust too. as for Sirius I think you guys would be a great match because like earning that trust and then just having fun together, but I think there would be times where he might get jealous of maybe how you act with the other boys and maybe that’s because you don’t talk to Sirius the way you talk to them about feelings and stuff, that might be because Sirius has gone through so much already and he don’t want to put more on him but once he learns that he tells you that he’s okay with it and then he wants to be there so you like through and through. as for Jamies, I think james is a very touchy person so he might bug you a lot but he would definitely earn you that trust and he’s most likely a lot about trust too but he doesn’t like focus around it, once he knows he has it then he has it and he stays with it, going back to him being a touchy person I think he would just love holding your hand hugging you touching you in any sort of way and you both just get so used to it that like it calms you down to if you’re having a panic attack, or if you just need someone to like hold you for a little yk. now going with your other love language which is gifts, I feel like they would all give you a bunch of gifts. I personally feel like Sirius would start off by giving you like little gifts oh that would be cute <33

you didn’t give me your sexuality if that you liked girls or not, and I mean if I’m allowed to I will choose if you do not like girls ignore this part. I kinda wanna pick Marlene too,  that’s because I feel like she already has this big ass attitude and I don’t know if it’s just me but I feel like you’re a Slytherin maybe I’m wrong mhmm no you’re a Hufflepuff… oooh idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

OK marauders era; if I’m allowed to pick a girl I would pick Marlene. but I’m very strongly going with poly!marauders. without Peter.

hopefully I covered everything :3 thank you 🫶🏻

[universemarvel]

The time Peter should have FIRST called Mr. Stark “Tony.”

By @universemarvel for @sdottkrames

Rating: general audiences

Relationships: Tony Stark & Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Summary: an irondad one shot where Peter gets... hurt., and handles it in a Peter Parker Way™️. Tony is honestly just trying his best okay?!?

Part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Read on ao3 here

Or continue reading via tumblr here...

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“Peter!”

The kid jumps and his head snaps towards his mentor. He smiles sheepishly. “Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“What are you doing?” Tony held his coffee mug up in front of his mouth in a poor attempt to hide the smile on his face.

Peter looked down to his messy table, which was occupied by empty blue and silver snack wrappers, drinks, and his Spider-Man suit, which he was currently scrubbing with a sponge. He picked up one of the wrappers that still had some did in it. “I’m... trying all the pop tart flavors,” he said, taking a bite out of the pastry.

“You feeling alright?” It’s not often he could walk up unnoticed upon Peter.

But Peter just smiled. “A little lightheaded from the sugar rush, but otherwise fine;” his smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Why?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Why are you scrubbing your suit with a sponge? I’m sure there’s a dishwashing machine somewhere in this building,” he finally revealed his smile.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Is the suit dishwasher safe? Because that would actually be great.”

Tony laughed. “I’m not answering that. What happened? And please don’t tell me you’re hand scrubbing your multi-million dollar suit because you forgot to put on deodorant.”

Pink painted Peter’s cheeks as he smiled and shook his head. “No, I just got something on it and it stinks. Do you want to smell it?” He offered the suit up, and Tony took a step back reflexively.

“No thanks, kiddo, I’m rather enjoying my coffee at the moment. However, I do have a decontamination gadget for a reason, so let’s throw it in there for a few hours so we can go back upstairs for dinner. That is, if you’re still hungry after eating New York’s entire stock of pop tarts.”

“Of course I’m hungry,” Peter smiled, “and if your cleany-box doesn’t work, can we try the dishwasher?”

“Absolutely not.”

__________

After dinner, the pair found themselves scrolling through Netflix. Peter’s lightheadedness from earlier had slowly been developing into a headache, but he didn’t want to bother Tony with it.

He didn’t feel like watching a movie, which he figured was a red flag, but he picked a Star Wars movie to avoid raising suspicion.

“Are you sure?” Tony’s voice pulled Peter from his attempts to distract himself from his headache.

“Am I sure...about what?”

Tony eyed him suspiciously, and Peter tried to think of what he did that was out of the ordinary so he could reverse it.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Tony squinted his eyes.

“Of course.”

“Correction-“ his mentor rolled his eyes; “do you have any pain at all?”

Peter shook his head, still trying to figure out what his giveaway behavior was. “Why?”

Tony crossed his arms. “Because we watched this movie last night.”

Peter’s breath caught, and he reached for a lie. He shrugged. “I feel like you didn’t appreciate it enough the first time.” His mind replayed the evening before. “Aaand you fell asleep, so technically you can’t say you watched it last night.”

Tony’s mouth was still pressed in a thin line, revealing his doubts, but he just shook his head. “Okay,” he gave in, “but don’t make me regret this.”

Peter smiled, hoping the well-known noises from the familiar film would minimize his headache’s growth.

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Still in the process of waking up, he was glad the room was so nice and quiet. He knew he was still at the tower because it was always loud at his apartment. His headache was gone, and realizing he was in his room at the tower, he wondered with a start how he’d gotten back here from the living room; he figured he must’ve been pretty tired last night to have been so out of it.

He waits for the noises of the tower to reach him, but they don’t. He sits up quickly, somehow quietly. Too quietly. He looks down at the sheets, and runs his hands back and forth on them. He can’t hear them, and his eyes widen. He can see his chest is moving quicker with his increased breathing pace, but he can’t hear that either.

He brings his fingers to his ears and snaps.

Nothing. He tries again, watching his hand this time to make sure he snaps correctly, still nothing.

He feels true panic swell up in his chest, and jumps out of bed. He rushes to put a shirt and a pair of pants on, and the silence of his movements scares him; he feels like he’s watching a movie on mute, except he’s never not heard at least his own breathing. He opened the door, and paused; the silence of the hallway greeted him like a wave, rushing into his head with an overwhelming ringing he feels rather than hears.

It hurts.

On second thought, he closed the bedroom door again, shutting himself off from the hallway. It had to have been whatever chemical was on the suit. The suit which was now decontaminated and as clean as it had been new. How helpful would it be going to Mr. Stark without any information? Maybe if he could retrace his steps from yesterday, he could find out what the chemical was. He glanced at the clock, and saw it was 7:15. Tony wouldn’t be awake for several hours still, so Peter could get a head start until then. If all went well, Peter could even analyze the sample and neutralize it before Tony was up for his usual weekend 11 am breakfast.

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Peter made it to the spot he’d been sprayed by the bad-smelling stuff by 8 o’clock. He landed, slowly turning around to assess the area. It was a bright alleyway, lit from the morning sun’s reflection off a nearby skyscraper, but was still secluded and generally ignored by passerby’s due to it being a dead end street, blocked off by a wall of brick apartment.

He realized that he hadn’t said anything to Karen, who had no doubt been talking to him since he put the mask on; he wondered what she had been saying, and felt partly guilty for what was probably perceived as him ignoring her.

He didn’t want to tell her he couldn’t hear, however, for fear of some hidden protocol that would alert Tony, so he did his best to try to sound natural, a difficult task given that he couldn’t hear himself.

“Hey Karen,” he said, and paused. What did she normally say to him? Ask him how he was doing? How he slept? She would have for sure commented that she was glad to see him, but her usual trail of discussion had probably been derailed by the fact that he hadn’t acknowledged anything she’d said throughout the entire trip thus far.

“Sorry for ignoring you,” he said after giving her a chance to talk, “everything’s fine, I’m just trying to find something. Here. For Mr. Stark.”

He waited a beat, hoping he wasn’t cutting her off or waiting too long to respond, but honestly he had no idea.

“Could you help me find any synthetic chemicals on the walls or ground here? I’m looking for the stuff I got sprayed with yesterday.”

If she replied, he didn’t know, but he was glad to see diagnostics pull up as Karen began to highlight a plethora of invisible substances in the environment around him. With each one that pulled up, Karen did a quick calculation as to what it was.

He scanned his surroundings; urine, vomit, urine, blood, urine, some more urine, a few unidentifiable splotches, but he could tell from their location and position that they weren’t what he was looking for.

His shoulders slumped forwards, and he frowned.

He saw a shadow grow forward into the alleyway, and jumped around in a twist to see what was there. It was just a garbage truck, but the fact that it was now looming over him in the alleyway without him knowing it was even there still had his blood running cold. He jumped onto the wall and started climbing. Halfway up, Tony’s face appeared on his display. He realized it was an incoming call, and too late requested, “Karen don’t answer!” As the call connected through.

He couldn’t hear anything of course, and knowing Tony was currently talking to him made his breath quicken. Also the fact that it wasn’t even 9 am, which was early — and therefore abnormal, for Tony.

“Hi Mr. Stark,” he greeted as happily as he could. “I’m, uh, climbing up this wall at the moment, can I, uh, can I call you back later?”

He hoped Mr. Stark said yes, and he wished he’d have video called so Peter could see his expression and attempt to read his lips, but he couldn’t. Instead he quickly exhaled “Karen, hang up,” and watched as the call disconnected. He climbed onto the roof, and hoped that Karen’s compliance to hang up meant that Tony hadn’t said anything too important. Besides, Peter should probably head back to the tower anyways to start figuring out what was wrong.

Now that he was on the roof, however, he was met with another wave of panic as the view of the skyline met him. He looked at the silent scene of a busy New York City morning, down the streets where he knew cars were still honking, people were talking, phones were ringing, and kids were yelling while they played on their weekend, a morning free from school. He knew it was going on, and he was missing it. Sure, this was every day for a lot of people, but he was Spider-Man. His job required his ears.

As if to prove his point, his spider sense flared up, and he fell to the ground. He looked around, not knowing why or where it had come from, but he didn’t see anything. Was he even the one in danger, or was it alerting him that someone else needed his help? After nothing happened for another moment, he ran to the side of the building and looked down. The scene he saw was normal, people walking, cars driving, even the alleyway he had come from was clear. His spider sense was still pulsing though, so he ran to the next side of the rooftop, frantically looking towards the street.

His eyes immediately found the scene, a car crash. It had just happened, and he wondered if he’d have been able to prevent it if he’d been able to hear. He didn’t know if they’d crashed before or after he’d felt the warning, although experience told him it was the latter. He swung down to the scene, and saw the driver open their door and fall out of the car. He ran up to her, seeing the passenger seat was empty, and helped her to her feet.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asked, and not seeing any blood on her or problem with standing on her own, he thought so. Except her expression was still extremely worried, and she was talking, yelling maybe, but Peter couldn’t tell what she was saying. She then stumbled forward. Peter caught her, confused as to what she was going on for. She had just been in a motor vehicle accident, after all, so maybe a bit of odd behavior could be expected? He wished he could hear her to be sure.

She pointed back to the car. He looked, but didn’t see anything in the seats, besides boxes that had fallen in the back; other people were approaching the car now, too, trying to open the crushed back door. His spider sense was still calling, and he wondered what was in the back that could be dangerous. What everyone but him currently knew of. He turned back to face the woman, but she just grabbed his arm with a grip that told him that Something was Not OK and brought him around to the back, tears on her face now. The driver of the other vehicle ran up to them, saying something, before turning and walking anxiously with them. Confused, Peter cautiously followed them to the car, pushing past other people.

He suddenly saw behind the boxes in the back seat that there was a baby car seat, spider-sense screaming, and he was pretty sure he cursed out loud. He darted past the woman, pushed past the small, struggling crowd, and tugged the jammed car door, ripping if half off its hinges. He pushed the boxes out of the way to get to the baby. He tore the seatbelt in half to let the car seat loose, and handed the entire seat to the woman.

He glanced at the baby, happy and relieved to see her alive— crying but unharmed, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. The mother unbuckled her, smiling now, and seeing that the scene was okay to go on without him, Peter left.

He swung away, away to a rooftop surrounded by nothing but open sky, and crumpled to the ground.

His spider-sense didn’t stop. He didn’t feel safe anymore. His chest tightened, and he felt like his airway was closing. He closed his eyes tightly and focused on breathing in, slowly, breathing out, slowly. Repeating it. His fingers dug into the rough artificial ground.

Someone could be screaming right next to him, and he wouldn’t even know it.

He could see something flashing even through his closed eyelids, and opened his eyes to see this at his display had changed.

Next to a transparent box showing his elevated vital signs, Mr. Stark’s concerned face was on the screen. He said something, but Peter shook his head.

“I can’t hear you, Mr. Stark,” he said, hoping his voice was louder than a whisper, “I can’t hear you.”

Tony frowned, typing something on his screen and saying something else Peter hoped wasn’t supposed to be directed at him, and at once a new message popped up on the screen, all systems online and functioning correctly.

Peter just shook his head again. “I’ll be right there,” he said, “I’m heading back to the tower now. Please meet me there, please.” And he hung up before Tony could try to tell him something again.

He had to take four breaks on his short trip back to the tower, just to breathe. He felt like he was dying, but he hadn’t been hit by anything, so he couldn’t be. It painfully reminded him of an asthma attack like those he used to have pre-powers.

But, unlike those past times when he wouldn’t have even been able to stand, every time he caught his breath even just enough to stand up again, he forced himself to keep going. He was so afraid to see someone get hurt, or worse, without him being there to prevent it from happening. His never relenting spider-sense made him feel like people were getting hurt around him; it made him feel blind, like he couldn’t see things he knew were there.

It wasn’t even 10 am when he arrived back at the tower, but Peter fell into the tower window, gasping. He saw Mr. Stark stand up in surprise at Peter on the floor, before rushing over to him. Peter pushed himself up so he was sitting, and ripped off his mask. He felt the tears on his face and didn’t know how long he’d been crying for. He just wished he could hear the voice of his mentor as he stopped in front of him.

Peter reached forward and grabbed his shirt, seeing that the man was trying to talk to him.

Peter cried, “I can’t hear, Mr. Stark; I can’t hear you.”

Mr. Stark pulled him to his feet, touching Peter’s chin so that Peter could see his face, and tried to say something else. Peter shook his head. “I can’t hear you,” he repeated, “I can’t— I can’t hear anything.”

Mr. Stark pulled Peter into a hug, where they stayed until Peter could feel his heart rate slow and his breathing calm down. He pulled away to wipe his eyes. Mr. Stark gently took his arm and led him into the lab, where he handed Peter a metal device shaped like a pencil. He pressed a button and a nearly (but not quite) opaque holographic blank screen popped up in Peter’s face out of the long side of the not-pencil, making a sort of hand-held paper in Peter’s hand.

Suddenly the words, “can you understand me now?” Typed into the screen, and Peter looked up. Tony said something else, and the words, “it usually works pretty well, just let me know if something doesn’t make sense” appeared. Peter raised a confused and interested eyebrow.

“This is neat,” he said curiously. “Why do you have this?”

Tony shrugged, and started speaking. Then, “It’s not the first time I’ve had deaf friends hanging out in the tower, you know.” Peter didn’t know that, but didn’t ask further. Whoever it was had his respect, though.

“So do you have any clues?” Tony’s question popped up on the holographic tablet.

Peter shrugged. “Pretty sure it was whatever I got sprayed with last night.”

“Makes sense. You were pretty out of it yesterday you slept through most of the movie and didn’t even wake up when I carried you to bed.” Peter scrunched his eyebrows at the image.

Tony went on. “When did it kick in?”

Peter cocked his head to the side; “what do you mean?”

“What time did your hearing go away this morning?”

Peter shrugged. “Sometime last night.”

He looked at the screen, then at Tony when nothing appeared. Tony was staring at him with an expression Peter had seen before, usually when he’d done something wrong.

Tony spoke, and Peter was for once glad he had good reason to look away to understand him.

“So. You woke up. Your first morning missing a pretty important sense. And decided to go out as the crime-fighting, life-saving, danger-seeking Spider-Man?”

Peter didn’t know if the punctuation on the screen was intentional, but it helped give him an idea of how Tony sounded.

“Ummm, not exactly,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the screen; it was weird talking and not hearing your own voice, and Peter partially wondered if he was talking too loud. “I went to see if I could find a sample of whatever was in the, uh, the spray.”

Tony turned to the table beside him and pushed a button. Silent videos from social media popped up of Spider-Man helping a woman to her feet, then pulling a baby from a crushed car. He had to admit that even without sound, he looked a little lost.

He glanced back at Tony, he was now looking at him skeptically.

Peter shrugged. “I got distracted.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but Peter could see a hint of a smile on his face. He thought he was going to say something but instead he walked around the table to where Peter normally sat, grabbed a paper towel, then reached under the table and grabbed a yellow cube from the trash can.

Not a cube. The sponge from last night, that Peter had used to try and scrub the suit clean. Tony held it up expectantly.

A sample.

“Oh.”

Movement on the tablet caught his attention. “Oh indeed,” Tony said.

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They had the chemical’s composition within the hour. They had the antidote by lunch. They were waiting for FRIDAY to make the dose needed, when Peter saw Tony laugh.

“What?” Peter hadn’t said anything, and he looked around to find out what he was laughing at.

Tony’s words appeared, “I think it’s time for lunch. Friday tell us when the dose is ready.”

He laughed again. The words, “sure thing boss” followed on the screen.

Peter frowned. “Why is that funny?”

Tony smiled. “Because your stomach growling is more reliable than my alarm clock.”

Peter rolled his eyes, glancing down at his abdomen. “Traitor,” he jokingly accused.

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FRIDAY had the dose ready sooner than expected, so Peter brought the rest of his PB&J down to the lab with him.

He’d forgotten the talk-to-text tablet upstairs, so he didn’t hear anything Tony said and hoped there weren’t any urgent special instructions when Tony handed him a glass of blueish liquid.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “I just drink it?” Tony nodded and opened a can of sprite, leaning it forward for a toast. Peter tapped the cups, and they both drank. Peter made a scrunched face at the nasty taste after emptying the glass, closing his eyes as he coughed.

“So I’m guessing it wasn’t blue raspberry flavored?” Tony asked.

Peter shook his head and coughed, but froze when he realized he’d heard the question. He opened his eyes to see Tony smiling in front of him.

“We did it Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed, his voice sounding wayy too loud in his head.

“We did it,” Tony replied, and Peter visibly flinched.

“Everything’s so loud,” he said quietly.

Tony’s smile faded a little. “Hm.” He spoke softly, “whatchya say we stay in for the rest of the day and watch movies with the sound turned way down low?”

Peter grinned, “I’d love that, but then you won’t be able to hear it!”

Tony put his fists on his hips in mock anger, “are you saying I’m old?”

Peter laughed. “Maybe in spider years.”

Tony rolled his eyes and smiled. “That’s what I thought. Now, what’re we watching? And please don’t make me watch that same movie for the third time in a row. There’s only a certain number of times I can listen to the jar jar lizard, and we’ve already exceeded that.”

“Okay. So how about that old movie Predator?”

“Okay, now you are calling me old.”

“Of course, now that I can hear your reaction.”

 

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30 minutes, 2 buckets of popcorn, and 1 pizza later, the duo finds themselves back upstairs on the couch, working on pulling up Predator with subtitles for Tony.

“So,” Tony began, “going back to that topic of reactions. How about I add this: don’t go out when you’re injured, as if that’s a new rule. Or impaired in some way. And if something like this happens again, come to me first. Please.”

Peter smirked. “Of course.”

“Nuh-uh, I need a stronger promise than that, bud. I don’t feel reassured at all.”

Peter sobered up, then. “Okay,” he said, “I will. Seriously. I was so scared.”

“Me too, Kid. Me too.”

“I thought I’d never hear you again. Or anything.”

“Aw, you’d miss hearing me?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Just the good stuff.”

“Like how much I care about you? And how great you are? And I’m so glad you’re my kid?”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up before he could stop them. He quickly turned it into a frown as if contemplating something. “Nah, I was thinking more about the times when you’re like, ‘do you want food?’ Or, ‘here’s some pizza,’ is a good one, too.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Peter, who grinned. “But that other stuff you were saying is nice, too,” Peter added, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks.

“I’m glad you think so,” Tony replied, “because I mean it.”

“Oh,” Peter responded.

“Oh indeed,” Tony replied with a smile Peter could hear in his voice.

The movie started, and Peter rested his head into Tony’s side.

“I care about you too, Mr. Stark,” Peter said quietly. He knew Tony could easily hear over the movie’s volume. “And I’m really glad you’re here for me and that you’re my, uh, my mentor. Well, and like a father figure person, too.”

Tony wrapped his arm around Peter.

“Glad to hear it, Peter. You make a really great kid, you know. And I’ll always be here for you.”

”Thanks, Tony. And you make a really great dad.”

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[blissfulparker]

Seasick→P.P pt.2

Parings→ peter Parker x reader

Warnings→slowburn, fake dating, fluff

Summary→when you lie to your mom about having a boyfriend before vactation peter steps in to help. But being in a fake relationship isnt as easy as you thought. especially not easy when you two have feelings for one another. 

A/n→ here is part two of seasick! @spectacularlyspidey made me this lovely moodboard, I love Ren 🥰 I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m going to try and post it more often if that is what you guys want💗

Toothbrush, Peter, you need your toothbrush.” May helps him pack. She seemed more excited than peter. Peter placed his clothes into bens old suitcase as if it was a chore. Hes scared, beyond scared. What if your family hates him, what if they think hes less of what they expected, what if they catch on? All the ideas and scenarios ran through his head.

“May, i've got it. I'm 19 not 14.” he reminded her and she pouted. She knew the whole plane, he had nothing to hide from her Anyways.

“You know that you can still say no.” she comes over to run a hand through Peter's hair. She knew when Peter had a crush, she always did. Although normally he'd get scared of going on a field trip with one or a study date, never a summer vacation.

“She needs me to do this. I told her i would and were setting boundaries on the plane so when we get there its not weird.” he told her and she hummed.

“I know you really like her, like more than a friend. I have a tingle too.” she teases and peter scrunches his face. “But think this can be a start, you maybe could start something here.” she kisses his forehead before leaving him in his rom to finish packing. He looks over at his phone to see the time, he sees how you’ll be at his house soon and picking him up for the airport. The airport where you'd meet your family in Florida where you’d go out to sea.

He shuts the suitcase and listens to the sound of it zipping up before flopping on his bed letting the time run out.

-

8 hours, it was an 8 hour flight filled with anxiety and fear. You had both agreed on a list. A list of things to do around your family

-forehead kisses are allowed(kisses on the lips not necessary unless needed)

-holding hands as often as we can

-snuggling up to one another

-going places together like the pool or restaurant

-pet names

-make up stories about each other

-hands always on one another

That was about it. That's all you two had to do and you'd keep it up for a week. Then when the two of you get home things go back to normal. Normal. That word hurt peters ears. Normal meant there were no real feelings and he'd have to let go of you.

“I-i can hold your bags.” he offered as you two got off the plane. He wore his Columbia hoodie with sweats, probably not the best option for landing in Florida but he was so nervous.

You give him a warm smile and nod. You were nervous too, for almost all the same reasons as peter. You wished you could have just taken ned, ned or another friend who was just seen as your friend. Someone you didn't have to think so much about kissing. Someone you didn't have to think about pretending to hold. Someone you didn't have to worry catching feelings for.

“Wait,” you stop him and he looks at you with soft eyes. “My mom is really....touchy. She loves hugging and she might kiss your cheek. It’s nothing to intentionally make you uncomfortable but i'm really sorry in advance.” you warn him.

He nods as from a distance your mom shouts your name. She's wearing a sundress and sandals, ready for a vacation. Your dad is next to her smiling ready to hug you, now he knew it was real. All of it was now real. If your mom and dad intimidated him he was scared to see the rest of your family.

“Oh sweetheart i've missed you so much, ugh New York is such a small yet big state. We wished college did hog you so much.” she kisses your cheeks.

“Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend...Peter, the one I've been telling you about.” you hold his arm and he's already smiling and going in to shake hands. Your mom takes him for a hug and gets pink lipgloss on his cheek.

He sees how much you look like her, the hair, the eyes, the smile that's so contagious, but the personalities are completely different. She was bubbly and happy all over the place while you, you were a little more reserved and only showed the good side to your friends. Save the best parts of you for the best people.

“Ugh i was starting to think she'd never get one, especially not one so handsome and smart.” she holds his arms giving them a squeeze. “Wow he works out too you can really tell.” You quickly take him back before he gets uncomfortable.

“Mom…” you warn and she scoffs.

“Sweetheart, you know I'm teasing. Your sisters are already boarded and waiting so we can leave when you two are ready.” sisters. You never told him about sisters. He didn't even know you had any siblings. He thought you were always an only child. You never talked about any siblings or really family except your mom and dad and occasionally your aunt.

But he can tell by your facial expressions that you were already dreading it more than him, dredging sisters but he didn't know why. He wasn't going to push it either. By the shift in your body he knew it was best to just question when you two were alone.

He willingly followed your family into a cab where you four set off for a week of one of the hardest masks he had to put on, the mask of pretending to love you when he really did but could never tell you.

-

Never being on a cruise ship before he had no idea what to expect. His bare knowledge being the titanic—which did not help his fear of the ocean—even for the smartest kid, normally, he didn’t know much about boats. He never even considered himself to be on one, until last summer he never even thought he’d be in Europe for his senior year of highschool. That’s how he had to think of this, Europe. Semi-relaxing, regular peter, Europe. This was a once and a lifetime opportunity for him to be on a cruise with no Spider-Man activity, No stress, nothing but the sun on his skin.

“So we eat dinner at 7pm, you kids can get all settled in...maybe find yourself at the spa or the pool. Don’t be shy to order room service, ugh the boy is handsome but skinny.” Your mom comments once again. You give her eyes and a groan as you follow her down the hall to your room. “Oh please, you eat too, you're starting to lose your color.” She picks up your arm and you take it back.

He didn’t think the teasing was that bad, sure the appearance comments were too soon but he thought it was all a part of her bubbly personality. May teases all of them to eat when they’re over. May has teased all of them but always in a nice way.

When Peter dated Gwen—his ex girlfriend—last year she was the same. Always telling Peter about his appearance but he never really cared what she had to say. He just really needed someone at the time to move on from you.

“Here is your room, you kids have fun.” She hands you the card and kisses your cheek. “Wear the sundress your sister picked out, don’t be late.” She warned and walked down the hall. Only a few hours in and you wished you would’ve made some crap excuse about having a late final or actually telling the truth.

You two enter the room and Peter is shocked. It’s a gorgeous beach themed room. If he were a child he would already be jumping on the bed and touching everything. You seem to just drop your bags on the floor and immediately go to the bathroom. He leaves you be, taking in the beauty of the room, the California king bed, the wall hung T.V. The view of the ocean that made him slightly nervous but he didn’t mind. There was a dress on the bed, the sundress your mom wanted you to wear.

“Oh fuck.” You rub your face seeing that there’s the one bed. You thought maybe she’d at least use some sense and get two beds, that or a two roomed hotel. “I’m sorry pete, I thought she would maybe get us two rooms or—“

Another thing he seemed to notice was how money didn’t seem to be an issue for your family yet you never seemed to come off as well off. You lived in a small apartment like peter, your clothes were mostly thrifted or old, you ate ramen about three times a week and if it wasn’t that it was cheap pizza. Just like the rest of the group. You never came off as rich, it shocked him to even hear about a cruise, it shocked him even more that you could just say about how they could’ve gotten two rooms on a ship.

“It’s a California king,” he gestures. “We’ll fit without touching each other.” He calms you with a soft smile seeing how stressed you were.

“You’re not too scared of ships are you?” You ask him remembering how he said something about being afraid of the water.

“Well...Uh...no but yes, it makes me nervous but—“ your hand places itself over peters for comfort and he freezes up. You notice and quickly take your hand away.

“It won’t feel like anything trust me, you don’t feel the ship rock or anything. It’s not the titanic.” You reminded him as you picked up your phone and looked at the time. You two had plenty of time to get yourself ready.

“So….” he clasp his hands together and you look over to him. “For dinner how should I act?” He questions. You’re getting comfortable in the bed already while he’s still scared to touch it.

“Just be Peter, um...maybe a hand around my shoulder at one point or hand holding? Just like our list said. Really sell it. They’re gonna ask a lot of questions of how we met and stuff like that but I can do all of them if you want.” You tell him and he nods.

“Right,” he responded thinking the best thing to do was just be peter, the peter you knew, not the peter who was totally in love with you. “Just be peter.”

And that’s all he had to do.

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[willsimpforanyone]

I have a request and it's perfectly fine it makes you uncomfortable to write and you don't want to. But a teen!reader x the Avengers maybe she is from an abusive family and Tony snaps at her about something while the Avengers are around and she says "please don't hit me" and then the Avengers comfort her it can turn into a Peter Parker X reader if you want it to but it could be platonic and that'd be fine. Again if you don't want to write this I understand.❤👍🏾💜

wow, a heavy topic, but i can give this a go and try to do it justice.

obviously, trigger warning, mentions of abuse, panic attack description

It wasn’t Tony’s fault. He was just having a bad day, he probably didn’t sleep much. He didn’t mean it, I know he didn’t. It was probably me. 

It’s just, I woke up nervous. No real reason, I was just anxious about how the day was gonna go, my hands shaking slightly as I got dressed. My favourite hoodie was in the wash, so I had to wear a purple one that drew slightly too much attention for comfort.

The post-it note I’d stuck on my mirror was still there, reminding me to breathe, that today was gonna be fine; but the words looked fake, just ink on paper with no real meaning. My reflection didn’t look like me, it looked like the person I... used to be, before I was taken in by the Avengers. Nonetheless, I took a couple deep breaths before I left my room, trying to steady my hands and calm my heart. JARVIS took me by surprise, making me jump about a foot in the air. 

“Excuse me, are you quite alright?” His voice was calm and monotonous, and I relaxed slightly.

“Uh, yes, thank you JARVIS. Just a little... off, today,” I whispered, not quite managing normal volume today. He hummed, sounding like he didn’t quite believe me despite being an AI. “Really, I am. Just tired, I guess.” I was more trying to reassure myself than JARVIS, but it seemed enough for him to not say anything else, just open the door to my room to make it easier for me to leave. I smiled slightly, having a fondness for the AI.

The door looked somewhat like a mouth today, but I pushed that thought away as much as possible. Setting tiny goals was the method of coping today, and the first couple goals- get out of bed and get dressed- were complete. The next goal was to get breakfast.

The stairs were a bit of a challenge, with me being shaky this morning, but I got down them and was greeted with ‘good morning!’s and and smiles from Thor, who’d popped in last night, Natasha, who was only halfway through her coffee so her ‘good morning’ was slightly groggy, and Peter, who didn’t look like he’d slept at all. I gave them all a half-hearted smile, and made my way to the cupboard to get a bowl for cereal. 

I was about to get the cereal from the line along the kitchen counter when Tony walked in. He looked awful, not even responding to the various hello’s we offered him. He took a mug from the cupboard and practically slammed it on the counter, and I flinched. I glanced around, no one seemed to have noticed except from Peter who gave me a questioning look. I ignored him and continued to pour cereal and then milk. I tried to focus on the sound of the cereal but when Tony brushed past me to get to the coffee, the hair on my body stood on end, and despite the hoodie it was if I could feel him without him touching me. 

That was unnerving. Tony is usually very aware of my personal space, he acknowledges that sometimes I don’t wanna be touched. If he wasn’t paying attention then something must be wrong. I hardly realised that he’d tugged open the fridge until he slammed it shut. I let out a tiny squeak, panic rising in my chest. I saw a hand in the corner of my eye- it was Peter’s, trying to get my attention. I smiled weakly at his concerned expression, and picked up my bowl to move it to the centre island. In my anxiety, I must have not noticed Tony coming my way, and my bowl collided with his chest. 

“Oh for FUCKS sake,” he yelled, looking at my breakfast all over his shirt. He was angry, he was angry at me, oh fuck I’ve made him mad, look at what you’ve done now you’re gonna have to leave he’s gonna throw you out you’ll have to go back to your parents you stupid fuckin-

Tony raised his hand, and I was overwhelmed with panic.

“Please don’t hit me...”

Everyone stopped.

They looked, wide eyed, at my cowering form. Tony was frozen, his hand still raised- to reach the tissues on the shelf by his head. My breathing was shallow and fast, and a ringing was starting in my ears. I only just registered being pulled out the room by someone and being sat down on the sofa. It was Natasha, having instantly sprung into action and taking me away from the distressing situation. 

Her hands were holding mine as she tried to steady them. She spoke more softly than I’d ever heard- “Hey, it’s okay, take your time,” her voice was steady, calm, comforting. “No one’s upset at you, just focus on my voice, okay? Can you squeeze my hands if you understand?”

I lightly squeezed her hands and she smiled. “That’s good, well done. Now I need you to do something for me, alright? Can you name five things you can see?”

My breathing was still fast but my eyes scanned the room. I was barely audible as I said “You. Rug. Table. Hoodie... Peter.” Natasha turned slightly to see Peter lingering in the doorway, a worried expression gracing his face. She nodded for him to come in and turned her attention back to me. 

“Now list four things you can feel.”

My lungs weren’t burning quite as much. “Your hands. My hoodie. The sofa. My hair.”

“Three things you can hear, you’re doing so well kroshka (little one).”

I could feel my heart slow down slightly. “Your voice. My voice. Peter’s feet scuffing the floor.” That last one made Nat laugh lightly and squeeze my hands again reassuringly. 

“Peter, come sit on the other end of the sofa. Now, two things you can smell.”

My hands were steadier and my inhales and exhales were more regular. “Your perfume, and that weird candle thing that Thor lit last night.”

“One last thing, tell me one thing you can taste.”

“That after-sleep mouth taste, y’know, when you haven’t brushed your teeth yet?”

Nat grinned “I know what you mean. Feeling better?”

I took a shuddering breath, but smiled. “Yeah I do. Thanks Nat.” She nodded, getting up and looking pointedly at Peter, gesturing to me. He nodded and turned to me.

“Can I hug you? You look like you need a hug,” he opened his arms out to me, and I shuffled up the sofa, ending up lying on his chest with his arms wrapped around me. “There, isn’t that better?” 

I giggled, nodding my head. Peter was silent for a while, before saying, “You know he didn’t mean to scare you, right?”

Sighing, I closed my eyes. “I know, it was probably my fault, I should have looked where I was going.” 

“No,” Peter looked down at me. “It was not your fault. He may not have meant it but he did scare you and he should have been paying more attention. I’m sorry, but anyone with eyes could see you weren’t having a good day, despite the hoodie you hide under.” He playfully tugged at the sleeve of the hoodie and I swatted at his hand. 

“Young one, how are you?” Thor’s voice was significantly quieter than usual as he walked over to the sofa. I smiled at him, and he seemed satisfied. Surveying the room, he spotted his weird candle thing and his eyes widened. “I have reason to believe that the gift I brought from Asgard has played some part in this situation. I should have realised that such a thing could affect mortals in a negative fashion. I shall remove it immediately.” 

I was about to protest when Peter whispered in my ear. “Just leave it, let him help.” I giggled and buried myself deeper into his chest as Thor carefully picked up the candle thing and held it at arms length.

“Never fear, I shall vanquish the cause of this,” he paraded it out the room as Peter and I laughed at his performance. 

There was a light cough at the door, and we sat up to see a guilty looking Tony standing at the door. “...can I come in?”

I took a deep breath and smiled at him. He carefully stepped into the room and sat down, balancing himself on the coffee table by the sofa. “I’m so sorry,” he started abruptly. “I know that doesn’t really make up for it. I shouldn’t have yelled, I know what... how you react to that kind of stuff. I’m not gonna make excuses, I take full responsibility for my actions.” His hands were in front of him, clasped tight, and I reached out and placed my hands on his. 

“It’s okay Tony, I know you’re probably stressed, you look like you haven’t slept in a week.” He smiled weakly. 

“I haven’t, really. But that’s still no excuse. I promise, I’ll work on going to sleep, I can’t bear the thought of me being the cause of a panic attack. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of what you would think with my hand, I just... I’m sorry.” He got up to leave. “There are pancakes in the kitchen, Nat thought you’d want them instead of the cereal.”

I smiled at him, and as he made his way to the door I stopped him.

“Hey, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, kid.” Tony vanished from sight.

Peter stood up. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I need pancakes. You?” He held out his hand. 

I grinned, took his hand, and stood up beside him. “Absolutely. Let’s go.”

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not quite what you requested, but i tried to include some avengers? i really hope you liked it, i’m not sure angst is my strong point 😅thank you so much for requesting! <3

[faorism]

needing the au to drop wherein i can commit to writing a historical au,, because since i first watched the db cooper job my mind went straight to OT3! OT3! OT3! (unlike with the van gogh job, since i aint playing with that fucking lieutenant)

one day maybe one dayyyyy i will sit down and i will write the ot3 into that episode's story. so, it'll be the backgrounds for the characters in the flashback (so, stephanie ritter, steve reynolds, and reggie wilkins), but with the necessary personality adjustments (parker, eliot, and hardison respectively). basically, vintage ot3 with some hot as hell aesthetics and secrets and avoiding as much as possible producing copraganda.

so. my thoughts. what i see happening. and this got super long so im throwing this under a cut. and for ease i will call them by their modern day canon names except when making a point.

first, general thoughts about the characters.

and so: steve to eliot. nothing much here on the surface. eliot still volunteers, too much an indoctrinated white man to have been forcibly drafted. so its still one man gone to war. one man come back. eliot would had been noticed early in training for his ability to pick shit up, and they teased at maybe sending him to a special unit. maybe they do, or maybe they don't because they just need to funnel fuckers to the jungle. the vietnam invasion was a terrorist imperialist venture and there's no romanticizing from me about anything done being at all valorous or special or brother-in-arms'y. and eliot commits war crimes under the american stars and stripes instead of just to keep moreau's champaign running. but also maybe moreau is eliot's superior. he certainly would have been rewarded for this ruthlessness. (eliot of course strove to impress moreau because there aint an eliot spencer who wasn't that man's dog at some point, i!!!! dont make the rules). eliot's friend died and eliot's gone off to carry out his wishes and moreau lets him because he Knows eliot is gonna come back. whether its to come back to the same squad, or follow him into deeper spy shit for the military, or to fuck off and go private. then eliot meets parker.

now. stephanie to parker. beth plays normal so well im mad at her, but there's something edgy and strategic about stephanie that i think parker can grab onto. i feel that maybe she was kind of a thief still, but there's more realism to this world so archie wasnt a super secret spy with lasers to practice with, but just a guy with sticky fingers whos a little bored and wants a protege. parker is good really good at what she does, and not having to deal with lasers makes me easy. but she's into scams that are less grifts and more Catch Me If You Can slight of hands. she's always looking for easy money (she was into lifting cars at one point! literally she follows where the crime is). she's doing something in an airport and someone tries to recruit her as a flight attendant because she's got the Look. and yall, flight attendants? that shit was like being a model and an astronaut and a time traveler back then. and according to a teacher i had, who once worked as in the f.a. union, those ladies back in the day were rad and queer and free spirited and runnnnning shit. i think, yes, it's a Job which i think we might resist placing parker into. but! of the jobs, at the time, i really see her rocking it during the time period. (also come on, the opportunities to swindle distracted people of their shit would be endless. they would just think they dropped their stuff in the airport! not that it was stolen.)

finally, reggie to alec. i think hardison will be the hardest to translate. even tho i admittedly listen to a lot of true crime podcasts, i dont know much about fbi life and also definitely don't know about it historically. part of me desperately wants to put him somewhere else even if it does have to stay within the fbi. i might cheat and make him like a Q(uartermaster) to 007/00s like in james bond, and he's like UGH this is horrible god i hate working for the fbi but they will give me funding so...... anyway, here's this totally cool [radio term]. that said, if hardison is stuck in the fbi, why he ends up there is that he is a fucking savant when it comes to research and the man can put together a presentation like no one else. that white man gets all the credit for profiling but it was hardison who goddamn was the google of the microfilm days. reggie felt super square but that might be because he had to deal with mcsweeties db cooper shit day in and day out for years. hardison is more himself. and definitely still a nerd. alec would be into dime fantasy novels and comics and ham radios and oh god he also would be into star trek like the original star trek as it came out and he would be into the zines yes! yessss. omg. also he plays a mean arcade cabinet. but he's mostly well adjusted but lonely. his colleagues dont appreciate him because fbi esp during that time were fucking wilding out and racist as hell aaaaaand im sorry im srry im trying so hard to have fbi hardison make sense but also! acab. ANYWAY.

second, the relationship

i think it would be fun to play with what it means to have parker/eliot start off first and bring in hardison afterwards. (if white collar is your thing, it would be like this canon divergent ot3 fic wherein peter burke is the last to join in.) i feel they would be Super Intense esp since they are carrying this big ass secret. kind of broken and dysfunctional and there's the passion and the commitment, but i think there's also a tenderness that's super hard for them to achieve? and i think there's a way that hardison plays such an important part in who they are and how they are. like, sure i think parker/eliot would have joy but they won't have levity. they would have compassion but they won't have gentleness.

eliot meets hardison after being recruited by nate. i think they get close because while nate and eliot have an interesting and compelling mentorship/friendship, nate is still eliots superior; sometimes its nice to complain about your boss, as hardison will say to eliot to try to make friends. i think hardison and eliot would become legit friends and not just work buddies because they are just not cut out of the same cloth as the rest of their colleagues. they grab beers after work. after hard days, hardison cajoles eliot into going to the arcade. they are friends. real real truly deep best friends, in a way hardison didn't think he could have with a fed and eliot didnt think he would have after his friend died. but also? they are like "buds" who are buds who are desperately tryna to cross any lines because there's a.... tension? an UST between them they dont know what to do with.

parker meets eliot by way of a "lets have my friend for dinner, he's a blast." and immediately immediately hardison is like... wow this woman is beautiful but like, really attracted to her personality. and parker things hardison is kinda dorky but cute dorkie? anyway, they have a puppy love situation growing. and it keeps growing until bam. eliot and parker are like. are we into alec???? fuck we are aren't we.

i think stephanie and steve would never tell reggie (even if somehow they were to be a thing). but parker and eliot? hell yeah they tell hardison. eventually. after a while. sooner than maybe they should. the tension if they should say something is one of the things that build up as UST between them for so long; parker and eliot know they are carrying this huge thing. two huge things. eliot being db cooper and also their massive crush on him.

if i could control myself to stick to a pwp, it would be another christmas. maybe the christmas nine (more?) years down the road. the damn snow grounded hardison's flight back to his nana's, and parker and eliot hear this and invite him over. the egg nog gets flowing and parker eventually is like,, fuck this. and comes onto hardison. and hardison would be like wow wow what but... idk, free love and swinging were In The Thoughts And Minds Of The People. he still checks in with eliot who is like. her body, man; i aint gonna tell her what to do. and for a sec hardison is like, man is this a cuck situation? i guess i can be for it but also...... aint mad if i aint alone. and eliot is so grateful and idk. i just want them all to be happy and having fun and no one to be left out. and yeah i am kinda brushing over a lot of the racial politics which, in a more developed fic rather than a pwp, would definitely need to be brought in; but idk that needs to just be in the bedrock of whatever plot is going into this.

it takes a lot of maneuvering of their lives but they make it work and eventually hardison is a keeper of eliot's secret too.

(apart from the historical aspect, another reason i probably won't actually write this is because i know myself. i would want to do worldbuilding. i would follow eliot and alec to their jobs, but i wouldnt want to write outright copaganda. the grit/realism i would be comfortable with would take a level of research i dont think i can commit to. but if someone wants to take this up or if you figure out a way around this issue, pls do i wont be mad)

[evermoreholland]

More Than Enough | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst + fluff

Word Count: 1,820

A/n: This is part 2 to a fic a wrote a while ago called All Alone. This could be read on it’s own, though. I’m really proud of this so feedback is much appreciate. I hope you all enjoy! 

*Italics indicate flashbacks

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You had never thought that you could feel so heartbroken. You just never thought you would be so broken by your best friend. You remember all of your amazing moments when you were kids, and you remember growing up together. You were Peter’s best friend, until he ruined it. He personally attacked you. The worst thing was, he didn’t care. It was up until the point where you told him to leave that he cared. You weren’t even sure that his love for you was true. How could he possibly say those words after our big blowout? Did he really even mean that or what he was just trying to get me to forgive him?

~

“Pick up, Y/n. Please,” Peter whispered as he tried calling your number for the tenth time that day. Peter felt extremely guilty for how he treated you. There were no excuses for his awful behavior. He didn’t know what had gotten into him today. He was upset about his breakup with MJ but that wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you. After the line went to voicemail, Peter dialed Ned’s number. Ned always had decent advice and maybe he could help Peter figure out a plan as to how to get his best friend back, maybe there was a way to fix the problem that he caused. 

“Hello?” Ned responded on the other line. Ned knew that Peter went to your house to tell you about the breakup, but he had no idea how it went over. 

“Ned, I fucked it up,” Peter said as he ran his fingers through his curls, a habit he did when he was stressed and upset. 

“What do you mean you fucked it up?” Ned asked, confused. He didn’t see how a simple conversation could end up so badly. You were always supportive of Peter, sometimes more than others, and Ned didn’t think that your conversation with him could end up that bad.

“I ruined our friendship,” Peter said and broke down. Tears began to flow from his brown eyes and he broke down on the phone with Ned. He cried for around ten minutes and then he finally calmed down a bit.

“Have you tried calling her since you got home?” Ned asked Peter. To be honest, Ned knew that you needed your space. You had been overwhelmed by Peter lately but he didn’t think it would go this far. 

“Around ten times,” Peter said. He sat on his bed and began fidgeting with a stuffed animal that you had given him in the sixth grade. He turned the teddy bear over to see the back. You had stitched a heart with both of your initials in the middle. He lightly smiled at the memory.

You had got home from school and you went to your desk to finish Peter’s bear for his twelfth birthday. You knew that giving your boy best friend a teddy bear would have been weird, but you couldn’t afford much and you’d known Peter would love it. You put your initials on the back of the bear to symbolize your forever friendship. 

You needed to finish the bear soon, Peter would be coming over anytime soon. Just as you finished stitching, someone knocked on your bedroom door.

“Y/n!” Peter exclaimed.

“Coming!” You shouted back and opened the door for your best friend. “Happy birthday, Peter!”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Peter said as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“I have a present for you,” you said and then Peter sat on the beanbag by your bed.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to,” you said and then handed him the teddy bear. Peter takes a look at it and turns around to see the pink heart with his and your initials on it.

“I love it, Y/n. I’m never letting it go.” He never wanted to let you go either. That was a promise he made for himself.

Ned sighed and said, “Peter, she probably needs her space. Just give her some time.”

“I don’t want to listen to you, but I know that you’re right,” Peter admitted.

“I always am,” Ned teased.

“Shut up.”

~

It had been a week since your fight with your best friend. You were hesitant about going to school after your fight. You didn’t want to face Peter yet. He had hurt you and you didn’t want to risk breaking down in front of him. You had most of your classes together, and you couldn’t bear to face him. Your parents forced you to go to school anyway. Your walk to school was weird without Peter by your side. You felt alone, but he was the one to make you feel that way in the first place. 

You got to school and then you went to your locker like usual. You got your books for chemistry, which you would usually walk to with Peter. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you immediately knew who it was. Peter.

“Y/n,” he said gently. You turned to face him and you were met with a very depressed looking Peter Parker. Dark circles were underneath his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot. A part of you felt bad for Peter but the other part of you chose not to forgive him that easily.

“Not now, Peter,” you said and started walking to class. Peter sighed, got his books and made his way to class.

~

Chemistry was absolutely boring. You were really glad that you chose Betty as your lab partner in the beginning of the year, though. 

“Y/n, can we please be lab partners? They’re finally letting us choose this year!” Peter exclaimed on your first day of chemistry class after the teacher said to pick your partners.

“Pete, you know when we’re partners we don’t get anything done, right?” You replied. You loved Peter and he was an absolute genius, but when you two were paired together it was hard to get anything done.

“But you’re so fun,” Peter protested.

“I’m going with Betty, but I’ll sit with you in every other class, alright?” You asked and then Peter nodded in defeat. You gave Peter a quick side hug and made your way to sit with Betty.

The next two classes after chemistry were boring. You had geometry with Ned and MJ, and then you had English with Peter. You kept looking at Peter when he wasn’t looking, wondering what you did wrong in the first place. Why was Peter so hurt by ending the friendship that he didn’t want anymore? Or did he want it?

You made your way to lunch and you were conflicted. Do you sit with your friends and have tension with Peter or do you just sit alone? Peter saw you standing and silently contemplating your decision.

“I can sit alone,” Peter said when he saw you.

“They’re your friends too,” you replied. You started walking to the table and Peter stayed still. You turned behind you and saw him. He looked awful. A part of you wanted to keep walking and not care, but you love him.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and said, “Sit with me.” You both made your way to your group’s lunch table and sat down next to each other, like usual. For the past week you ate outside by the football field so it was definitely weird sitting with everyone again, but at the same time, sitting with Peter felt normal. 

No one acknowledged the fight going on between Peter and you. You all ate lunch in silence with Betty occasionally talking to Ned. It was weird but you didn’t expect anything less.

~

After school, you went to stop by Delmar’s to get a sandwich. Your mother had texted you that she wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight so you went to get some food. After you picked up your sandwich, you made your way home. Once you entered your apartment, you were met with a sad Peter sitting on your bed. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like this.

“Y/n, I have something to tell you,” a nervous 15-year-old Peter Parker said as he made his way into your apartment.

“Petey, you look sad. What’s going on?” you asked as you sat down on your bed with him.

“Remember when I got bitten by a spider the other week?”

“Yeah…” you trailed on. Why was he mentioning this anyway?

“This may sound crazy, but I started sticking to stuff and now my body is changing... and I t-think I need to do something about this,” Peter said. It was obvious that he was scared about all of the changes in his life and you had to be there for him.

“I’ll be here for you, Peter. We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

You did make a promise to your best friend. 

“Peter.”

“Y/n,” Peter said, getting up from your bed to make his way towards you.

“I’m sorry. There is really no excuse for how I treated you. I haven’t been a good friend to you and I know you probably never want to speak to me again but I wanted to let you know that you have always been there for me and I can’t thank you enough. I haven’t thanked you enough. I’m really sorry.” As soon as Peter finished speaking, he broke down and fell into your arms. His sobs filled the room and tears began rolling down your eyes as well.

“Pete,” you said gently. He looked up at you with his bloodshot eyes and you saw his wet cheeks and began to pat them dried with your sleeve out of habit.

“Y-yeah?” He whispered. He was scared that you were going to tell him to leave. He was scared to lose you. 

“I love you, you know?” You said and Peter stood up and pulled you into him. You cried into his chest for a while. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and managed to calm down after a few minutes.

“I love you too, Y/n. I hate seeing you like this, especially knowing that I caused it,” Peter said as he cupped your cheeks, his thumbs stopping your tears from falling. 

“I felt so alone,” you mumbled. 

“And I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. I miss being your friend, and I haven’t been a good one lately,” Peter admitted. 

“I forgive you, because I know this was not like you at all.”

“I really love you, Y/n,” he said.

“I love you more, Peter. Just come and talk to me whenever something is wrong, okay? Please try not to lash out on me.”

“You have my word,” Peter promised, and you knew that was enough. He was more than enough. He was Peter, and you were lucky to have him in your life.

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[mytwinklelights]

A Reunion - Part 2 | Peter Parker x Stark! GN Reader

Part 1

A/N: Oops a little late to be updating this! Sorry I’m inconsistent I’m actually quite busy atm! I’m already writing the next chapter though, so It won’t be as long unt that’s uploaded. Let me know what you think of this chapter and the series so far!

Summary: Y/N is an Avenger, the youngest Avenger. Then, Peter Parker comes along and they’re happy to finally have someone their age to hang out with, even if it was the boy they spent their senior year of high school crushing over.

Content Warnings: Swearing. Food & cooking. Let me know if I missed any others!

Genres: Friends to lovers, Stark! Reader, Frequent cameos from Avengers and them being cute, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2742

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The alarm starts blaring and I have to come to the realisation that it’s a new week, another six AM start and a long day of training. I turn off the alarm and lay still for a while staring at the ceiling and starting to form a list of the things I need to do to get ready. After realising the first step is getting out of bed I very strongly contemplating going back to sleep until someone storms into my room to come and retrieve me.

My eyes instantly widen as I realise.

I am going to be training with Peter Parker today.

My body instantly springs out of bed and rushed to my bathroom. I need to look presentable. I need to be ready. I need to seem like put together human that he could maybe possibly reciprocate crush towards.

Instead of getting out of bad at the last possible moment before I would be running late, throwing on any suitable training clothes and trudging my way to the gym. Today I got ready over an extended period. I picked out my cutest training outfit and made sure to stretch and warm up before heading downstairs so I could be in my best physical shape and actually seem like a capable Avenger.

As I walk into the gym, no one is there, the lights are off, and the room is dark. I am very rarely the first one here, but I’ll take it. I switch on the lights and head to the cupboard at the back of the room to start to set up the equipment Nat usually uses for our sessions.

“Why are you here before me? I am always the first person here. And you’re setting up too? This isn’t like you”.

I turn around to see Nat entering the room and setting her training bag on the bench near the door. She looks confused as she starts to take off her jacket and walk towards me.

“I woke up really early this morning, I don’t know why, so I thought I’d get a head start” I lie. It definitely wasn’t because I’m trying to impress a Spider type superhero who will be joining us at any moment. Handing her the infamous stopwatch, which is probably my nemesis due the number of times I struggle to complete sets in the time provided.

“Oh, well that’s made my job a little easer this morning” she chuckles whilst accepting the watch and hanging it around her neck. “But you’re going to have to set up for two” she continues “Peter is joining us today”.

“Oh yeah” I vocalise acting as if that wasn’t my main motivation for getting out of bed this morning. “I completely forgot, okay I’ll grab another set of everything” I head back to the storage cupboard to collect the items.

When I enter the gym room again, I see Peter talking to Nat, smiling at me as he sees me enter the room.

“Hi” I start, as I walk towards them setting down the other sets of weights “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“Yeah, I did thanks” He replies, “Did you?”

I nod. Nat walks towards her bag and starts getting out the final pieces we need for our sessions and I continue.

“Are you ready for this week? Having your first training session with Nat is really throwing you in the deep end. She can be tough” I laugh. He laughs too.

“Yeah, I’m a bit scared of her but I’m excited to see what the Avengers do to train. I’m worried I won’t be able to keep up” I laugh at his joke this time. He laughs too.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” I assure him, “If those videos of you swinging around the city have shown me anything, you’ll probably be better at this then me”.

“Oh, so you’ve watched them?” he asks with a small smirk.

Shit. I really just put myself in a compromising position there. I don’t want him to know that all I’ve done the last two days is watch every video of him I could find on YouTube. That is not exactly ‘I don’t have a massive crush on you’ behaviour.

“Oh yeah… Dad showed all of us them before you joined.” I stutter “Plus they’re viral. I couldn’t escape them if I tried”.

I brush it off whilst sitting down into a hamstring stretch to try and focus on anything else than that slip-up I just made and remove myself from his eye level. Eye contact was not the best thing to be making right now. I didn’t want to accidentally reveal to him the big mistake I just made.

Nat comes back over and starts a new conversation topic, moving it to dynamic stretches and correct warming up technique.

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An hour later, I’m exhausted, my chest is heaving as I’m trying to get more air into my lungs. Nat’s sessions were hard, but since I now needed to be at my best physical performance to not look like fool in front of Peter, I’ve been pushing myself the hardest I have ever done and was trying to make it look like I wasn’t about to pass out extremely soon.

“Okay great guys!” Nat continues after the beeping of the stopwatch goes off once again, signalling the end of the set. “Now we’re going to put all of those moves to practice. I want you to have a little vs sparing match to see if you can keep effectively blocking and dodging attacks coming towards you”.

Great. Just what I want, my sweaty body to be facing towards Peter’s as he watches my every movement intensely in order to anticipate where to hit me next. Just great.

As we start, I’m not doing well. Peter has dodged every hit I’ve made towards him and has successfully made contact with me five times.

‘Pull yourself together’ I mumble to myself in my head. This is embarrassing. Steve, Sam and Bucky were working out in the corner and have been for the last 15 minutes. After losing the 3rd round, they started to look over, and noticed I wasn’t on my normal game. I was usually great at this. Nat looked confused too. As she called the 6th round in Peter’s favour. I take a deep breath and get myself into position.

As we start again, he swings his right arm towards me, I successfully duck under and as I’m squatted, I lift my left leg and manage to successfully wrap it around his right ankle and pull it towards myself, so he loses his footing and stumbles backwards. As he does this, I take my right arm and manage to strike him. Finally, I have a point in my favour. After another 15 minutes of sparring, we are now tied.

“This is the last round.” Nat announces “And you’re tied so winner takes all. 3, 2, 1. Begin!”

This time he swings at me with his left arm. I dodge. I swing at him with my left. He dodges. He lowers himself and tries to trip me up with his legs with a swooping motion at my ankles. I jump. As he raises back to a standing position, I try to strike. He dodges to the side.

After this uneventful back on forth, he catches me off guard and manages to tackle my left side and bring me down to the mat. I land on my right side and immediately try to roll myself back up to a standing position, but as I start to get back up, he is still crouched over me from the tackle and mumbles “Oh no you don’t”.

He pushes his body back against me, so I hit the floor with my back. After taking the impact of hitting the floor yet again I realise he is straddling me. Peter Parker is straddling me. In my gym. With four Avengers watching. My body is lying against the floor with my arms stuck under his thighs, lying at my sides, and he is sat on top of me resting against my lower stomach. I want to die.

He quickly realises our compromising position and gets himself up and offers me a hand to get me up also. I take it without looking at him. I look at my feet the whole time. As if that is helping me get myself up more efficiently. I clear my throat awkwardly and stand at his side looking at Nat. Taking a step to the right to stand a bit further from him.

She doesn’t even seem to notice our awkwardness due to the situation and congratulates Peter.

“That was a great session guys! Y/N just remember to tuck your elbows close to yourself when you fall so your arms do not get trapped. But great job Peter on getting them down. That’s a great outcome for a first session. I’ll see you again tomorrow morning”.

She smiles and walks away making her way over to Sam who earlier challenged her to yet another sparring session when he first came in. (He is still yet to win against her, but I appreciate his determination).

Peter and I slowly start walking together towards the door. Still yet to talk to make eye contact with each other.

“So…” I start “We have training with Wanda too today. That doesn’t start for another half an hour so we can get showered and clean up before then. You know where your room is right?”

“Yeah.” he replies, “I dropped my stuff in there this morning just before I came down to the gym”.

“Cool.” I answer. We walk silently to the lift as I select the floor that will lead us to our rooms. As I walk down the corridor, I realise his room is literally opposite mine. Great. That’s really going to be great with wanting to avoid him if this awkwardness stays around. Just another unfortunate event to add to today.

“Umm, I’ll come and get you just before we should head down. I doubt you know where we need to head” I continue slowly backing away towards my bedroom door. Practically gasping for this interaction to be over.

“Okay great, I’ll see you then” he smiles as he walks into his room and closes the door.

As I enter my room. I want to lock the door and never leave. But alas, that is not an option, so I head to the shower and then get dressed. I lie on my bed and stare at the clock counting down the minutes until I have to face him again. As the time arrives, I sigh and head to his door. Knocking on it lightly, hoping he maybe doesn’t hear me and I can head down by myself, but he appears at the door seconds later. As I see him slowly open the door and I’m met with his awkward tight-lipped grin, I decide to no longer make it awkward between the us. I’m going to and act like the whole straddling incident didn’t happen and wasn’t plaguing every thought in my mind.

“You ready?” I say with the most chipper voice I can managing right now. He nods and I continue. “Cool! Follow me!”

As we make our way to the studio, I talk to him about anything and everything I can to ease the tension. College, Midtown High, other Avengers. Anything to make the next few days we spend with each other not feel like we had to walk on eggshells around each other. By the time we approach the studio we are having a regular conversation. Success! Hopefully, this next bit of training is better.

Training sessions with Wanda are a lot more chill than the ones with Nat. It was more about focusing on your powers and abilities and taking control of them. If it wasn’t for Wanda, I would still be turning invisible at every uncomfortable moment. Earlier today would have been a lot more interesting if that was the case.

She starts the session by getting to know more about Peters abilities and ‘Spidey sense’ as he calls it. She explains the exercises that will be useful in becoming attuned with them. For an hour we work on these exercises, sat crossed legged beside each other as Wanda guides us through them. It was peaceful and the closest thing to meditation and mindfulness we manage to get at the Avengers facility. This place is the epitome of chaos.

As we finish up the session. Peter and I thank Wanda and make our way to head out the studio.

“Oh, actually, Y/N can I talk to you for a second? It’s just about your progress”.

“Of course.” I reply, “Hey Peter, I’ll meet you in the kitchen for lunch?” I ask him, making sure that he is actually okay with those plans and didn’t want to be alone instead.  

“Sure!” he replies and smiles before heading down the corridor. “I’ll see you in a sec”.

I head back into the room and walk towards Wanda.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” I ask, I wasn’t too concerned that this was about anything serious.

“I noticed you weren’t really focusing that much in that session. Maybe you were too focused on somebody else who was also participating?” She questions with a slight sing-song voice, like a child making fun of another in a playground.

Oh no. How could I forget that Wanda can read minds? Like how can I forget that? It comes up in everyday conversation all the time, and NOW I choose to forget? My heart drops realising she now knows about my embarrassing crush, but also because she can literally be reading all my worries about this right now.

“Wanda! I thought we talked about not reading our minds! As you know, how it’s a complete violation of our privacy” I whine. I’m so embarrassed. I try to ignore the fact that she now knows I have a crush on Peter, but instead try to direct the conversation to her mind reading.

In all honesty. When she joined the Avengers, we all had a meeting about how she can never use that ability on any of us, and she agreed and hasn’t used it at all, at least to all of our knowledge.

“I have to read your minds to get a better sense of your progress, you know I only do it during our sessions”.

She’s right. We did agree to that at the beginning. Years ago. When I first started training, and I have since completely forgotten about it.

“It’s okay! I won’t tell anyone, and for what it’s worth I think you two will be cute, you know, if Tony can look past it” She laughs, and I smile with relief. I love Wanda, if anyone had to know about my crush, I’m glad it’s her, she definitely won’t tell anyone. Maybe that comes with the responsibility of having the power to know everyone’s secrets. It would make sense. Though I will definitely now have to try and censor my thoughts around her during sessions from now on. That could lead to a lot more uncomfortable conversations.

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As I make my way into to the kitchen, I see Peter looking in the fridge.

“Need a hand?” I ask heading to the kitchen island.

“You know what? I’ve got this, I’m actually a good cook.” He responds with a look of pride across his face as he faces me looking away from the fridge.

“Ooh okay, well I guess I can teach you how to fight and you can teach me how to cook” I laugh as she starts gathering all the ingredients.

“That’s funny, considering the fact you were pinned under me not even a couple of hours ago.” He retaliates as a snarky remark.

I start the feel the embarrassment hit my body and the transition of turning invisible that comes with it. I immediately look panicked as I try to get control of it, so I don’t turn invisible in response to what he just said.

I laugh to pretend like I’m not completely mortified.

“Touché Parker. But I still have to taste your cooking first. You may just be all talk”.

Lunch turned out to be delicious and he made me eat my words. Quite literally.

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