peter parker how can you hate this

thank you — p.p.

summary → there has never been a moment where peter’s words haven’t failed him whilst basking in your presence, so why should they form coherent sentences now?

word count → 3.5k

author’s note → did you guys forget that i write because honestly me 2

  Be it totally and completely out of the blue, you awaken one bright, blazing Tuesday morning in early November, brisk chill whipping through the air, and decide that later that night, when you see him somewhere that isn’t so public and academic like, you’re going to kiss Peter Benjamin Parker.  

  You’re not quite sure what brings it on, perhaps you should just leave it to the raging teenage hormones that the doctors and psychologists and guidance counselors blame everything on, but another part of you understands that this longing, yearning, to let yourself fall in love with your best friend is something far from foreign or new. This loving feels familiar to you, like coming back home after vacations far away and far too long, and it’s warmth in the way that burrowing under your blankets when the chill settles into your bones is. Boys like Peter demand to be adored, and they demand to be kissed as if never before. You’d be damned if you let such prime opportunities escape your grasp, or rather, your lips. 

  The hours in school glide by, which was, admittedly, utterly surprising. Typically, when you’re anticipating something later in the day, any hours before the event that is to transpire drag on as if you’re not impatient, as if you can wait all day without a complaint. But suddenly it’s last period, then two-thirty rolls around and you’re bounding over to your locker where your best friend awaits you, rocking slightly on the heels of his feet the way he has a tendency to do when he’s overexcited. This motion is arguably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Then again, anything Peter does, the simplest actions that bear no real relevancy, is something that you mark down in your head as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

   Peter glances around the halls, unable to see you through the mounds of students rushing hurriedly past him in order to relieve themselves of academia for the day as soon as possible. He pulls down the cuff of his sweater over his hands, then rethinks this and pushes them back up to his elbows. Blue looks nice on him. There are just these little things you tend to notice about him, silly things that only a person in love would pick up, and these tiny details, like the way the light catches in his eyes and the smiles he saves for certain people, make your heart bright and happy and whisper lovingly to him in a voice he can’t hear. The crowd disperses considerably enough, and you manage to fight your way through the remaining throng of people loitering in the hallway for no real reason- beyond frustrating, you think, but then Peter catches your eye and his already happy demeanor increases tenfold. With a beam that practically stretches out and reaches into your heart, seizing it carefully and determinedly, Peter ambles toward you, trying to appear more relaxed than he felt, and pushes himself into your personal space, as usual, by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. 

    “You’re in a good mood,” you note, because at this point in your relationship there’s no need for formal greetings, as he parades you out of the building after letting go of you long enough to allow you to gear up for the cold sweeping through the borough outside the walls of Midtown. He casts a glance your way, sideways but still joyous, then shrugs, nonchalant. “You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you, Pete?” 

   You’re half joking and not expecting much until Peter gives you a little look, head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed slightly like he can’t believe the question is something you don’t know the answer to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze. “You should know the answer to that by now!” He exclaims, mock disappointment in the head shake he gives you. “The answer is yes. We see each other for, like, two seconds at a lunch all day and that’s it. I’m deprived. I miss you.” 

  “We’re together right now,” you laugh, nudging into his side. 

   “Not enough. I see Ned twenty-four-seven, I need both of my best friends with me all day every day if I’m gonna survive the next two and a half years of high school.” Your heart sort of twitches again, your palms feel warm. He has that influence over you. Love is such a strange thing sometimes, impossible to decipher or make sense of, and then other times it feels like the simplest emotion in the world, easy and steady and everything. You’ll never know what to make of it. “I just miss you, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he jokes, rubbing your shoulder for a second before letting his hand dangle across the edge of your shoulder. You reach up to intertwine your fingers with his, the way you have millions of times before in the same seemingly intimate way, pretending as if you don’t know the sweet grin that the gesture elicits from him, staring adoringly at the profile of your face like he couldn’t possibly get enough of the view. 

   “Aw,” you coo, pinching his cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his. Peter flinches away, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks pink. “I missed you, too, Pete. So, where are we off to today? Can we go traipse around SoHo? We haven’t been in ages and oh! Look, I see the A train, it’s on every corner, let’s go.” Before he realizes it, he’s being dragged down toward the steps of the subway, his complaints about constantly getting lost there falling upon deaf ears. 

   Much more than a mere few hours later, Peter is shaking his head as you laugh hysterically down the block leading to your apartment building. He has a feigned look of annoyance on his face as you talk, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Peter, we didn’t get lost that bad this time. Seriously, we made it to Union Square, which was right by the R train, then we took it to the mall and hopped on the M which we took to the F, ridiculously simple!” You exclaim, taking a sip from your bottle of water. “You’re acting as if we, like, walked around in a  circle for an hour.” 

   “Because that’s exactly what we did!” He replies, playfully punching you in the arm, but with a carefully light touch. Peter is, and has always been ever since it became a pressing issue, terribly aware of his enhanced strength and senses. He’s so nervous about accidentally hurting you when his intentions were to be playful that he does everything with extra caution now, barely letting himself touch you most of the time or even give a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We did walk in a a circle for an hour! And your phone died while you were trying to use Google Maps, it was pouring rain, you got so cold I had to give you my jacket which made me cold-”

  You interrupt him, “No one said you had to give me your jacket!” 

  He continues on his rant, pretending as if you haven’t spoken even though the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips beg to differ- “we couldn’t figure out where we were which is stupid since we’re supposed to be New Yorkers, then finally I said to just keep walking straight, which we did until we found Union Square due to pure dumb luck.” Peter watches you throw your head back and laugh, high in sound and utterly happy, and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, a stupidly thrilled grin on his face, too. He hated that he couldn’t stop grinning; it was ridiculous and it hurt his cheeks and made his eyes squint so hard they ached once he was finally able to let his mouth rest. Oh, how his heart couldn’t stop hammering! He was so nervous he could hardly think straight. Peter Parker was drowning, suffocating, choking on these emotions that had been so far buried deep, deep within the recesses of his heart that he hardly knew what to do with them now that they were drifting to the surface like leaves on a pond. 

     You can feel his eyes on you, the soft and sweet, carefully watching gaze of Peter, and so you take the moment for your own. You’re standing in front of the door to the apartment building when you whip around toward him, and he goes in for the hug like he knows what you’re planning to do. Instead, you lean up, take his face in your hands and you note how cold his cheeks are as you avoid his surprised gaze. Then, you’re kissing him. You are kissing Peter Parker in the way you’ve never kissed anyone before; it’s hesitant, over too fast like it never even happened, but you kissed him and he knows you’ve just kissed him, but the thoughts flipping through his brain and the way his stomach is clenching doesn’t allow him to form coherent sentences that you can hear and comprehend. 

   Instead of kissing you again, instead of lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around the street and singing like a madman because the person of his dreams seems to want him right back, he stutters for five seconds. The only words that he can manage to say are, “Thank you,” before he turns back around and quite literally sprints down the block to his own apartment. 

   When he gets home he collapses on his bed, grunting a hello to May before he shoves his pillow over his face and screams into it, unabashed screaming that he drags out for two minutes. He pulls back, red cheeked and panting. He immediately rolls over to call Ned, begging him to come over immediately and no, Ned, he doesn’t care about the comic you’re in the middle of reading because this is an emergency damn it! 


   “You said thank you?” Ned says incredulously, thirty minutes later and trying not to burst into hysterics after what his best friend had just relayed to him. He can’t help himself, and as Peter hugs his pillow to his chest with a look similar to that of someone who is experiencing severe indigestion, Ned wheezes out a laugh held in for so long that it just goes on forever. Peter buries his face in the plush, comforting fabric, emitting a groan that continues for as long as Ned cackles. “Dude, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you said thank you. Who says thank you after being kissed? For the first time? By someone you’ve been dying to kiss for the past, like, three years?” Ned is practically crying by the time Peter  launches his pillow at his so called best friend, resting his fists against his cheeks and letting a pout befall his lips. 

   “Ned,” Peter whines, brown eyes pleading. “I need help. I said thank you! I hate myself, I shouldn’t be allowed to be kissed ever again. I’m… I’m so stupid. I said thank you! To Y/N! Y/N! Of all people! Thank you! Thank you.” He repeats the phrase with a sad, small shake of his head and lies back down on his bed. Ned stretches out across the top bunk, Peter can hear the old bed creak, and they both let out a sigh. “What should I do, man? Do you think Y/N hates me?” 

   Ned is quiet for a moment. “Right now? Y/N definitely hates you right now. I’m not even saying that to be mean, I’m saying that as your best friend. You said thank you.”  

  “I know,” he says, miserable and pathetic and contemplating what sort of injuries he might hypothetically sustain if he attempted a backflip off the edge of the Empire State Building. 


   “He said thank you?” Michelle Jones doesn’t even bother to wait, to even offer a dash of fake but well meant sympathy, before she erupts into hysterics, laughing so terribly hard that she nearly rolls off your twin bed. You stare at her, stone faced, unamused, as she continues her awful wheezing laughter that she has no intention of halting any time soon. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have to-” MJ abruptly stands up, stifling her laughter behind her hand as she leaves your bedroom, then closes the door behind her and starts laughing again. It’s loud, practically deafening, mostly because the laughter feels so mocking and smothering in lieu of recent events that had occurred less than an hour ago. You sigh, hugging your pillow even tighter to your chest as you wait for your so called best friend to return from her stint in the hallway. 

   “Oh, are you done now? Thanks,” you snap, shifting over on the bed to make room for her to clamor back on. “I can’t believe you. I’m having a crisis and you leave to go laugh at me in the hallway. What sort of friend are you, MJ?” 

   She shrugs, the ghost of a hilariously mocking grin still playing at her mouth. “The friend who tells it like it is.” 

   You huff, lying down on the bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up there when you were fourteen, the July before you started high school. You put them up with Peter, and it was late and hot and your palms were sticky with sweat that sometimes wonder was due to the heat of the summer or the boy sitting next to you in your room, on your tiny bed, rambling on about the rings that Jupiter had, because yes Jupiter has rings, and the reasons as to why stars emit light. Peter was always there, never wavering in his loyalties, your most beloved friend, the boy who promised over and over again that he’d be there for you no matter what. He was Peter, and you loved Peter, and if Peter didn’t love you back that would be just fine- you just wanted to know sooner rather than later. “What should I do? Is he, like, repulsed by me? Why would you let me kiss him, Michelle?” 

   “Uh, excuse me, I didn’t even know you were planning on planting a big one on Peter Parker, so any blame cast on me is henceforth cancelled. Got that? Good,” Michelle brushes her hair out of her eyes, that intense look appearing on her already intense face. “First of all, that loser is physically incapable of being repulsed by you. I’m just telling you that right now before you go off on a stupid tangent about whether or not he hates you. That’s final. Next, he’s never been kissed before! He was definitely overwhelmed, probably freaking out inside, didn’t know what to do, and that was the first thing that popped into his head and he ran with it and then he ran away. Understandable. Finally, boys are just stupid. All of them. They’re all complete morons, and-” 

   “Okay, Michelle, the idiotic tendencies of people who identify as a male is a riveting debate that we enjoy quite frequently, but tonight I think I’m done talking boys. I’m going to just… let things happen as they should? If Peter likes me, he’ll tell me, and that’ll be that. I just won’t bring up the kiss. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.” With a satisfied nod, MJ pats your head, then, for a split second, snorts under her breath again. 

  She holds her hands up defensively, exclaiming, “He still said thank you! He’s never living this shit down!”


    The next day at school, Peter is prepared and ready for the conversation he anticipates is going to happen. He is ready to be understanding if you yell at him for being a complete and utter ass after you kissed him, he’s ready to spill his bottled up feelings all over the linoleum floor if that’s what it takes for you to believe that the kiss was the best thing he’s ever experienced, ever would experience, and he’s ready for the beginning of everything he’s ever dreamt of, but none of that comes. At least, not immediately, not in the way he expected. 

   The boy has always thought himself a patient person, but in the months that have passed he’s realized that under no circumstances is he okay with waiting. He’s impatient and annoyed at everyone and everything that comes his way that isn’t you, and then he’s annoyed at you for not appearing to him and acknowledging that you kissed him on the front steps of your apartment building with a fervor that could only be identified as the crashing, burning, raging, bursting power of pent up emotion. He knows he has hardly any classes with you, so there’s no conceivable way you could have an in depth discussion of your relationship status as of this very moment, but still. He’d appreciate a gesture of some kind. And then, after this thought pops into his head, he wonders if he should be the one to make the gesture. 

   Prompt with following his instincts, he sets off to find you before you can avoid him at lunch like he knows you will. He stands by your locker, leaning against the cool metal frame, waiting for you to make an appearance. He sees you first, and by now this is simply rote for him. You don’t have time to even attempt to duck out of his way; Peter is determined, stubborn, and he won’t lose out on his chance by allowing you to go on ignoring him. Even if you don’t want a relationship, a decision he’ll respect wholeheartedly, he flat out refuses to even entertain the idea of no longer having you as his best friend, as his other kind of love. He takes your hand, silent begging scrawled across the weakened, anxious smile he gives you. He leads you toward the front of the school, around a bend of empty lockers, and takes a step back. 

   Neither of you really look at each other until he says, unexpectedly, “You kissed me!” It’s almost accusatory, the way he says it, and, affronted, you look back up at him in alarm.  

   “And you said thank you!” You retort, eyes narrowed. “Who says that!” The entire reason you’ve been avoiding him was to avoid this discussion. It was making you feel feverish. Peter had always made you nervous, it was painfully obvious, but this was so much different than just incessant butterflies in your stomach. This was a post-kiss conversation, and you hardly knew what to say to him other than repeating the previous query of, “Seriously, who tells someone thank you after they’ve just kissed you!”

   The question is rhetorical, so he ignores it. That, and because he’s already embarrassed enough by his tactless reply. He waves his hands around aggressively. “I know! I know I did! I didn’t mean to! You scared me!” 

   “Wow, thanks.” 

   “I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not scary, you’re like a baby deer, a fawn, you’re so cute and non-intimidating, I didn’t mean that you were scary I meant that I’ve never been kissed and being kissed by the person you have a crush on is a scary thing especially when it comes out of nowhere so I’m sorry that I said thank you but I just didn’t- my brain doesn’t work sometimes, okay!” Peter runs his hands through his hair. One curl flips down, curling over his forehead in a stupidly cute way.

   “Peter, you literally drive me up the wall, sometimes.” You shake your head, give a sigh, take two steps forward so that you’re so much closer to him than you were before even though two steps shouldn’t feel like you’re closing the widest gap in history. “Should I not have kissed you?” 

   His pretty brown eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the part where I called you cute? And the part where I said I have a crush on you? Do you have selective hearing? Work with me here,” he pleads, taking holding of your shoulders and giving the gentlest shake he can manage. 

   “So, kissing is a yes, then?” You press, just to make sure, just to tease him a little because you can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time you act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. He closes his eyes. There’s a deep inhalation while you stand there waiting for him, and when he kisses you, you’re the one taken by surprise, hands frozen in midair as he lets his lips move from yours in this painfully slow way you’re almost sure he’s taunting you with. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to the punch. 

  “I swear, if you ruin this moment and say it-” 

  “Thank you, Peter.” 

  “I think we’re going to have to break up before we’re even together. You blew it, Y/N. Good work.” 

  “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be our thing.”

  “No.”

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Rain-Check

Requested. (Three)
Who: Peter Parker
Quote: “To the moon and back, remember?” 

Peter had probably reread the text message from Tony about a hundred times before he actually responded. Chewing on his lip to the point where it was starting to bleed, he groaned. Looking up towards the setting sun, he felt his chest tighten. Swallowing, he squinted his eyes and pulled off his mask. 

Shoving it between his thighs, he ruffled his hair and dialed [Y/N]’s number. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip, preparing to be the bearer of bad news, again

“Peter! Hey, you.” It hurt Peter that she sounded so happy. “I was just about to change into that dress I bought on a whim. It’s really not me but I figured since you’re taking me to the opera, it would work.” 

Peter sighed, “About that…..” He trailed off, not able to actually say the words. 

[Y/N] sucked in air, “Or not.” 

His jaw clenched at the sound of her tone. “[Y/N], I’m really sorry. I told Tony about this night and how much it meant to me to just have no interruptions but….” 

“It’s okay, Peter.” 

Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky that was now fading from blue to a pretty pink. “It’s not okay. It’s never okay. You were so excited, I, I really, I want to take you. But, I can’t.” 

“We can take a rain-check, Parker. I promise, it’s okay.” 

“Do you know how many rain-checks are on our list right now?” Peter asked, his brow raised. He hated and loved how understanding she was. For once, he wanted her to scream and yell at him for always cancelling but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine how his life would be if she were to ever leave him. 

[Y/N] pondered for a second and chuckled, “A lot, but the world needs you.” 

“Don’t you?” 

“Of course I need you but you’re a hero, Peter.” She sighed, “You save lives, it’s what you do. I can’t change who you are or what you do.” 

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t.” He muttered. 

“Hey, watch it, Spiderman.” [Y/N] said sharply. Sighing again, she murmured, “You saved mine…maybe not physically but mentally. I don’t know where I would be with out you.” 

Throwing back his head, he alternately kicked his legs. What did he do to deserve her? Licking his lips, Peter breathed out. “I love you.” 

“I love you too and don’t worry about tonight, Peter. I promise I’m not mad, I will never be mad. I might be a little sad but I’ll be alright.” 

“I know, but it’s not fair to you. I get your hopes up and then last minute I cancel them. I just, I want, I don’t want to hold you back from happiness…..with all this stuff that’s happening lately, it’s making it a lot harder for us to spend time together and when we do spend time together it’s during school and that’s not the setting I want to be with you in-”

“-hey, hey, hey.” [Y/N] murmured, “To the moon and back, remember?” 

Even though she couldn’t see it, Peter nodded. “Yeah, to the moon and back.” He repeated. 

“I mean every bit of that. You’ll have to do a lot more than cancelling dates to get rid of me, Parker.” 

Peter laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, getting rid of you is the last thing I want to do.” 

“Good, cause I’m here to stay.” 

A silence fell over them for a second before [Y/N] spoke again. 

“Alright, Spiderman. Go sling some webs and save the world. I’ll be all comfy and cozy in my bed.” Yawning, [Y/N] thought for a moment. “Why don’t you come by whenever you’re done, I’ll leave my window unlocked. I can’t promise I’ll be awake but I figure you’d be a lot more comfier than that large stuffed dog you got me at the carnival.” 

Smiling, “I’ll be there.” 

“Love you, spiderling.” 

Rolling his eyes, “I love you too.” Hanging up the phone, he stared off into the sky, smiling to himself. Shaking his head, he threw on his mask again and headed in the direction Tony told him to go to. 

Where's My Love

Requested: Nope

Based off a prompt list #6 linked Here

#6 “I thought I told you that we’re friends and nothing more!”

I also recommend listening to the song Where’s My Love by: Syml. 

Which also influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were new to the school, you were awkward and shy like you always were whenever you moved schools’. You soon fell into a group of friends that you loved. You were extremely close with Peter, sometimes you believed that you two could be something, but you knew he loved Liz, making you distance yourself to see if he’d notice.

Warnings: Lots of sadness prepare yourself.

Word Count: 2,751

A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been a realllyy long time since I’ve written anything and I genuinely apologize for that. I’ve been in a really dark slump lately and haven’t been motivated at all. But I’m trying my best to get back into writing and making you all happy. Therefore, I’m writing a Spider-Man Homecoming imagine because how can you not love Peter Parker? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)

Side Note: I wrote this so sad that I was crying while typing it.

Originally posted by sddonald22

You had transferred schools’ three times now, your father was always traveling because of his job, meaning your whole family had to travel with him.

You didn’t mind the traveling part, however the transferring of schools’ that you did mind.

You hated being the new kid at school, you were always the topic of the day until everyone got used to you being there.

Everyone would stare and talk about you behind your back, some would be nice and some not so nice.

You had to admit, you weren’t the best at making friends, you were more of a loner, an awkward person that didn’t socialize with others very well, you were extremely shy.

That is till you met your dream team of friends.

You were once again traveling, this time to New York, and attending to Midtown High School.

You assumed it was going to be like the rest of the times you transferred, everyone would stare and look at you and talk about you.

But this was different, someone actually noticed you, someone actually talked to you.

It was during lunch, you saw a girl and two guys sitting at a table by themselves, you figured they wouldn’t mind you sitting there along with them, so you did.

This intrigued them all, they had never seen you before.

“Hey, quiet one, who are you?” The girl asked, making you snap your head in her direction.

You looked around at first, before pointing a finger at yourself as if to ask ‘are you talking to me?’ which made her nod.

You swallowed nervously, not used to having to speak.

“I uh.. My name is Y/N, I just moved here.” You gave a shy smile, which only made the girl nod in curiosity.

“I see.. Well my name is Michelle, but you can call me MJ.” She smiled slightly, going back to her book.

You nodded, before glancing at the two boys who were staring at you.

You raised an eyebrow, making them snap back into reality and try to hide the fact they were looking at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, making them smile.

“I know Michelle just asked you your name, but can you tell us again?” The brunette asked, making you even more nervous.

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled slightly, messing with the ends of your hair.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter and this is Ned.” He smiled, as Ned waved a friendly hello at you.

You laughed quietly, waving back.

“So, how’s your first day going?” Peter asked, making you nearly choke on your water.

You were confused as to why they were still talking to you, so this threw you off guard and into complete embarrassment.

“It’s uh.. going as it usually does?” You spoke more as a question than an answer.

“Do you transfer a lot?” Ned asked, making you nod sadly.

“My third time.” You shrugged, letting out a small sigh.

They both nodded understandingly, and soon before you knew it, you all became best friends.

You’ll always remember that day in the cafeteria, the first day you actually made friends.

Now it was a normal routine to have lunch with all of them, talk about whatever tests or labs that you all had coming up.

However, the only thing coming up was homecoming.

Over the past few months you’d been at Midtown High, you started developing feelings for your best friend Peter.

You didn’t know how it happened, but it just did and it scared you.

“We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy.” You heard Peter tell Ned as they were off staring at Liz Allen.

The girl of Peter’s dreams.

A girl that wasn’t you.

You knew about Peter’s love for Liz, he made it extremely obvious.

You did your best to not show how much it bothered you, but it started to push you to your limits.

He would talk about her outfit, or her hair, or just her in general whenever he could.

And it killed you.

Michelle soon figured out your secret, that you liked Peter, she promised she wouldn’t tell, but she knew how much it killed you to see him chase after a different girl.

“So, I want to ask Liz to homecoming but I don’t know how, she probably already has a date, why would she even go with me-” Peter rambled, but Ned cut him off.

“Dude, chill, just ask her.” He slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him blink a few times.

You just sat there, quietly listening to it all.

“Y/N, what do you think I should do? You’re a girl, what do you like?” Peter questioned, sitting down in a chair in front of you.

You bit your lip before thinking.

“Okay.. If you were to say, as an example as me to homecoming, I’d like it if you made a cheesy sign and have flowers asking me.” You nodded, before looking back at Peter.

You both locked eye contact for a moment, and you could have sworn something happened in those few seconds.

But it was soon ripped away as Peter clapped his hands, telling you how brilliant you were.

You gave a fake smile, wishing it would be for you instead.

There were only two days left till homecoming, Peter still hadn’t asked Liz to homecoming, something about wanting it to be perfect.

You had hit your breaking point, you were done being around him when all he did was talk about Liz.

You decided to distance yourself from him and Ned those next few days.

Your headphones plugged into your ears that way you could avoid them if they talked to you.

You even started sitting down with Michelle rather than with them at lunch.

At first they both thought you were just being nice and wanted to sit with her, but then as it became more frequent they got curious as to why you had been avoiding them.

If only they really knew the truth.

The day of homecoming soon arrived, you had decided against going, not wanting to see Peter and Liz dance together.

Michelle tried to convince you to go with her, but even she knew you wouldn’t have fun.

You had avoided Peter and Ned for three days now, you could tell they were getting annoyed with you, but you didn’t care.

You were laying on the couch, watching Netflix with an ice cream tub in your lap.

You weren’t going to lie, you wished you were at homecoming, you hated being at home, but you couldn’t afford seeing someone you liked so much to be with someone else.

You were about to take a spoonful of ice cream when you heard a knock at your door.

You huffed, getting up and heading to the door, only to reveal Peter standing before you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He spoke, frustration evident in his voice.

You let him in, confusion displaced on your face.

“Okay, talk.” You crossed your arms, looking at him.

He was pacing back and forth, making you even more confused.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He blurted out, making your eyes widened a bit.

“I-I haven’t.. I mean.. What are you talking about?” You stammered, making him glare at you.

“You know what I’m talking about, for the past three days you haven’t been talking to me, listening to me, even eating lunch with me.” He was counting off everything, and it was all true.

You looked around the apartment, refusing to look at Peter.

“What did I do?” He questioned, his voice cracking which made you look at him instantly.

He looked like he was about to cry, breaking your heart instantly.

“You love someone else.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

Peter looked at you confused at first, before realization hit him.

“Y/N, when we first met, I thought that I told you we’re friends and nothing more!” He closed his eyes, speaking loudly which made you swallow nervously.

“I didn’t mean to.. I-I tried not to.. I-I” You stammered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Peter just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.

You were pleading he’d say something or do something, just something to make everything okay again.

“I think I’m going to go. I have to meet Liz for homecoming.” He sighed, refusing to look at you before walking out the door.

It was a moment like this that you never felt so low.

Your heart was breaking, your sobbing was becoming uncontrollable, and you had nobody to lean on.

She hides away, like a ghost,

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way.

You wanted to call Michelle, but you didn’t want to ruin her homecoming.

You wanted to call Ned, to tell him everything, and by everything you meant everything.

But mainly you wanted to call Peter, to explain everything.

But every time you picked up your phone, you remembered the way he was before he left.

He was upset with you, for liking him.

And that upset you too.

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for him, but it just happened.

You couldn’t take being trapped in your apartment, so you decided to go for a walk.

You grabbed your jacket, heading outside.

It was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind.

You needed to clear your mind, mainly to get Peter off your mind.

You figured he was at the dance right now, with Liz, Ned, and Michelle, dancing and having fun.

You felt another tear slip down your cheek, you looked miserable, anyone could see that clear as day.

What you didn’t know though was that Peter decided to not go with Liz, he had arrived at the dance with her, but told her he had to go, and everyone knew why.

Because of you.

It’s always been you.

He rushed back as quick as he could to your apartment, but felt his heart drop when you didn’t answer.

It was times like this that he liked being Spider-Man, he climbed through your window to see you really weren’t there, creating him to panic.

Did you run away?

Did you run away?

I don’t need to know if you ran away,

If you ran away,

Come back home,

Just come home.

Peter was out looking for you, he knew that in certain times you went on walks, but what made him nervous was that it was at night, and it was his fault you were out there.

He flew all over the streets, until he spotted you.

I got fear, oh, in my blood,

She was carried up into the clouds,

High above.

He rushed down to you, you had been hit by a drunk driver, Peter never felt worse in his entire life.

His heart dropped to his stomach, his eyes watering behind the mask.

“Y/N, hey, wake up, come on, please.” He begged, holding your face in his hands.

He begged, pleading for you to wake up and tell him what an idiot he was for not seeing how much you liked him sooner.

He wanted to hear you laugh, he wanted to see your shy smile you always gave him.

You opened your eyes for a brief second, seeing a red blur, you could hear mumbling but it was faint.

You could barely recognize the voice as Peter, which only made you smile just thinking about him.

Peter was doing his best to keep you awake, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded, but he knew he was losing an ending battle.

You did your best to keep them open, but your eyes slowly fell shut, one last tear slipping down your cheek.

You laid there, limp, making Peter scream in anger and sadness.

He lost the one true person who genuinely cared for him, and he blamed himself for it.

If he had only stayed there with you and talked it out, this wouldn’t have happened.

If he had just listened to you, or paid more attention to how you acted around him this all could have been prevented.

But it was too late.

Peter didn’t even care at this point, he ripped off his mask, pulling you into his arms, angry sobs escaping from his mouth.

That was a day Peter would remember forever, something he could never forget, the day his true love died in his arms.

Cold Bones.

Yeah, that’s my love,

She hides away, like a ghost.

What happens in Vegas pt. 5 - Tom Holland

Word count: 2340

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4  | Part 6 | Epilogue

Masterlist

A/N: Alright! There’s only 2 parts left! I awrote this part over several days, so if something is repeated a couple of times, that’s why. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it, so yeah! Tell me what you think!


The weekend had passed, and if you were going to be honest, you barely remembered any of it. You remembered waking up with your head on Tom’s chest, a part you really wished you could forget. You had a strange tingling feeling in your stomach, whenever you thought about how he had had his arm around you. You tried your best to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

He had also acted differently this morning. He actually talked to you, and even smiled at you. A different smile then the cocky smile he usually had plastered on his lips. It was kinder. More genuine.

He had decided to join you on set today. He said it was to keep the act up, and that he would seem like a supportive husband. You didn’t like the idea one bit, especially considering you had to film a sex scene today, and you really didn’t want him there. Should you tell him? You didn’t quite understand why it mattered as much as it did, but you really just didn’t want him there.

You were getting really comfortable around your co-actors, and you feared it would just be awkward with Tom around.

“You really don’t have to be here. Not today at least. It’s going to be really boring. You can still just go back home, if you want?” You said, as you entered the set.

“I want to be here. I think we should start spending more time together, and this is a great way to start” He answered, the kind smile still on his lips.

You were starting to wonder what happened in the weekend. Something must have happened, because he acted much differently today. And he suddenly wanted to spend more time with you? Why? Had you said something? You didn’t even want to ask him, scared of the answer.

“Yeah, well. Just not today. We’re kinda filming-a-sex-scene” You mumbled the last part, hoping he didn’t hear it.

“What kind of show is this? First a lap-dance, and now a sex scene? You could’ve warned me, before we got here!” The kind smile was gone, and now looked annoyed instead. What was up with his mood swings?

“Since when do you care?” You asked him. He didn’t get a say. You weren’t even an actual couple, so he didn’t have the right to be annoyed over a sex scene.

“Oh I don’t know. We are married. Don’t you think I should know, when you’re going to sleep with someone else?” He asked harshly. He was really acting weird today. He seemed jealous, but that just didn’t make sense to you. Why would he be jealous?

“I’m not going to actually sleep with him, you moron. And you really need to get a hang of yourself, because I already pretty sick of you” You warned him. You hadn’t even started filming, and he was already a pain in the ass.

“Oh yeah? We’ll excuse me for not wanting to see my wife pretend to have sex with some guy!” Now he was yelling, and people from the crew started starring at you.

“Then go home! I told you not to come. If you’re going to be this much of an asshole, I don’t want you here” You voice was calm, but still filled with anger. You knew he knew that, and from the expression in his eyes, he was more than angry too.

He left without saying a word, and you walked towards your co-actors. The girl, who was starting to become you best friend, shot you a look.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked, and you gave her a nod.

“Yeah. Let’s just say, that today his personality matches his genitalia. A huge dick” You were still annoyed, but the laughs from the others helped a little on the mood. You chatted for a bit, before you started filming.

***

When you got back home, you were surprised to find the apartment empty, and just like you had left it this morning. That meant Tom hadn’t been home all day, which made you wonder where the hell he was. You didn’t want to deal with him anyway, so it was fine, but you still wanted to know where he was.

You decided to take place on the couch, and catch up with some tv-shows. Lucifer had just started a new season, and you were already 2 episodes behind. Not to mention Riverdale starting as well, so you had enough to watch.

Halfway through the second episode of Lucifer, Tom stumbled in the door. He couldn’t walk straight. He couldn’t even hold his normally good posture. Even a blind idiot could tell he was way past just being drunk. He was wasted.

“Oh! Darling, you’re home!” His voice was raspy, and he stumbled a bit over the words. “How did… uh. How did the scene go?”

“It was fine. Unlike you. If throw up, you’re cleaning it yourself” You warned him. You were still annoyed with him. He had no right to act the way he did today.

“Does he do a better job than me?” He asked, sounding irritated again. He just kept standing in the middle of the room, swaying a bit from side to side.

“Why do you care?” You asked him bluntly.

“Because we’re married! So excuse me, for not liking the thought of you with someone else!” He yelled, and you rolled your eyes. You wasn’t sure if it was him, or the alcohol speaking.

“Last time I checked, we’re not a real couple, so you don’t get to be jealous!” You yelled back at him.

“You don’t tell me what to do, or how to feel! I took care of you all weekend! And I didn’t ask for nothing in return! And then you just drop the sex scene bomb on me like that!” He yelled frustrated.

“Oh, I get it! You’re mad that I didn’t rehearse this scene with you, is that what it is? If that’s the case, you’re going to stay mad for a long time, because guess what! I don’t want to sleep with you” You snapped at him, as you stood up from the couch.

“We both know that a lie. You want it just as much as I do!” His speech was clear now, and he almost seemed sober, when he walked towards you. As he got close to you, you could feel his hot breath. “And I really love it when you moan my name”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, because that’s the only scenario where you’ll actually get some” You glared at him, not letting it show that he was right. You did want him. You blamed it the period hormones, that hadn’t completely left your body. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“And you’re just so sassy. Do you have any idea, how much your snarky comebacks turns me on?” He whispered in your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “I just want to shut you up, every time. You have no idea what you do to me”

“It’s not going to happen Tom. We haven’t even been on an actual date, so you don’t have the right to be jealous” You gently pushed him away, but even in his drunk state, he was strong. He stayed close to you.

“I just really enjoy us together, and I don’t want someone else taking my place. Like I told your mom, the sex is amazing” He said in a low voice.

“I don’t care, Tom! Sure, the sex is great, but I want more than that! I want an actual relationship, and you’re just not the guy to have that with. You’re an arrogant asshole, who’s also really jealous. You would think that someone with that big of an ego, would be more confident in himself” You pushed him a little harder this time, and walked pass him to the kitchen.

“I don’t have a big ego! And I’m not an arsehole! I want a relationship too, you know. I wouldn’t mind if it was with you, because I would never really have to worry about when to propose and stuff” He said, as he followed you to the kitchen.

“Except you are. You are an asshole to me! And not having to propose is maybe the worst reason to be in a relationship. I just feel so loved, when that’s the reason you bring up!” You turned to look at him, so he could see how mad he made you.

“I didn’t mean to be an idiot, okay! You just make me so… I don’t know! You do something to me, and I can’t explain it! I love it when we fight. I loved it so much, when I shut you up by kissing you. I want to do it every time we fight, and it’s so hard not to” He said with a smirk.

You just stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to say or do. You hadn’t been able to listen to song anymore, because all you could think of was Tom. You had to admit that he did something to you as well, but you would never admit it to him.

“It’s still just sex. Do you even know anything about me? Like, what’s my favourite colour? Or my favourite food? Something?” You asked him. You did want more, but you knew Tom wasn’t the right guy. You wanted someone who could be there for you, emotionally as well, and you weren’t sure Tom could do that. He didn’t care about you, beside when it came to sleeping with you. Not that you cared about him, of course. Because you didn’t, right? So it made no sense, that the thought of Tom not caring, made you a bit upset.

“You’re favourite colour is red. It’s the colour you wear the most. Your bedsheet is red. Every time you buy something, you always go for the red. You’re favourite food is hot pasta and meatballs. In the past month, it’s the dish you’ve made the most times, and it’s the dish you look happiest eating” He answered bluntly, taking you a bit by surprise. Did he really notice all of that? Did he really pay attention to you?

“I didn’t know you knew that. Or that you even paid attention” You mumbled, looking away from him.

“Well. I do. Much more than you think” He said, almost sounding upset. You looked up at him, to find him biting his lip. You didn’t know what to say. The fact that he paid attention to you, made you happy. Happier, then you could admit to yourself.

“Why? To know something about me, so you can use it to annoy me? If not, then why are you always such a jerk. Like today?” You asked. You couldn’t let yourself believe that he actually cared, because there was no way that he actually did.

“No. Because I… Well. I just don’t know how to act around you. Apparently, we hate each other, but I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. After this weekend, I’m not really sure if you hate me or not. So I don’t really know if I should stop being an idiot or not. It’s really confusing!” He fumbled a bit over the words, and he didn’t look at you once.

You heard what he said, but once again. You couldn’t just let yourself believe that he might actually like you. There was a lot a physical attraction between the two of you, but that was all it was, right? It’s wasn’t really Tom talking, it was just the alcohol. It had to be.

“Tom, stop. It’s just the alcohol. You don’t mean that. Saying that, won’t get me to sleep with you.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke.

“I mean it! I think I actually like you. I mean, I do! You made me realize that this weekend, and that’s really annoying” He said, this time looking directly at you.

“Then tell me when you’re sober. That won’t happen, so we’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Then in just over a month, we’ll get divorced and we’ll never have to see each other again.” You said. You weren’t really sure who you were talking to. Were you trying to convince him to come with some big declaration of his love for you, or were you trying to protect your own feeling from a potential heartbreak.

“Can we not talk about this right now” He groaned.

“Go to bed, Tom. You’re way too drunk” You sighed.

“Fine!” You were surprised that he didn’t even try to argue with you. You were pleased that he didn’t, because you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.

You got him into the bed, and under the duvet, without either of you saying a word. Just as you were about to leave his room, he grabbed your wrist.

“Please don’t go” He said in a low voice, and you looked down at him. His brown eyes were begging you to stay, and you didn’t know how you could turn down those eyes. “Stay. We don’t have to do anything, just please stay. I like having you close”

“If I stay, will you go to sleep?” You asked. You were getting too tired to fight him on it. You would never admit it to him, but you did actually like being close to him as well.

He gave you a quick nod, and with a sigh you went under the duvet. The heat from his body made you relax, and you felt a strange tingling feeling in your stomach as he put his arm around you. Could you really be in love with this idiot?

“Goodnight Tom” You said, as your mind was racing. All the little things he had said. He paid attention to you, he actually cared about you.

“Goodnight princess”


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Title: Close Call
Character: Peter Parker
Prompt: 61

Peter and you had long since made it a habit to walk home together after school. You lived on different floors in the same apartment complex, and the two of you used it as excuses to be in each other’s company longer.

“Hey, I’m gonna take the train today, you wanna come with?” You tugged off one of your headphones to ask him, but Peter seemed distracted by something else.

“Oh uhm, I’m gonna have to pass today. I have to do a thing,” Peter was already crossing the street away from you before he turned around for a brief moment to give an apologetic smile you had gotten far too used to in the last couple of days. “I’ll call you later though I promise!”

You watched him sprint away before you could even respond. Ever since Peter got his internship with Tony Stark, it became the thing his entire life revolved around.

And at first, you were completely overjoyed and proud of him, he just seemed so happy. But soon after, it felt like Peter wasn’t doing anything if it wasn’t for the internship.

But you’d never tell him how his sudden absence in your life upset you. You couldn’t take something away from him that he cared so deeply for. Instead, you just got the hell on with it.

Fortunately, it was becoming more and more easier to be content with your own company.

•~•

Peter quickly ran into an alleyway to pull his spider suit out his bookbag, shedding his school clothes and suiting up in record time. Webbing his bookbag somewhere secure, he then took off to the top of one the buildings to scope out for any trouble.

However, like usual, it was only small things. Peter returned a runaway dog to it’s owner, helped a blind man find his wife whom he lost in a crowd, and stopped another bike theft.

Peter pulled off his mask, sitting on the edge of one of the taller buildings with his legs dangling over. He had gone back to grab his things from the alleyway before resting on the building. He remembered his promise to call you, but just as he was about to grab his phone from his bag, there was a shout from down below.

Peter tossed everything back into the bag and slung it over his shoulders, putting the mask back on he then took off to find the noise.

He was expecting to find something like a theft or some sort disagreement between the city people.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he did find.

There was a few people surrounding a shop that was selling television screens on the front window. Flashing on the screen was a breaking news story about a crash within the metro sysem.

Apparently a train had derailed an hour or so earlier and stations were just getting word of it.

Peter was about take off again but then he remembered that you said you were taking the train home today.

And the train that derailed was the one you always took.

The news station didn’t have word of any casualties yet, but there were more than dozens of injuries among everyone on the train.

Panic finally settling in, Peter sprinted into the closet place he could have privacy and quickly dialed your number. His hands were shaking so much that he kept pressing in the wrong numbers.

He ripped off his mask and started to put his normal things back on while the phone rang.

“Please pick up, please pick up.” Peter quickly murmured as he momentarily took the phone away from his ear to pull on his shirt.

There were a few more rings but then it went to your voicemail and Peter found himself letting out a strangled cry when the same thing happened the other two times he tried to call.

“(Y/n)! I’m heading over to your place now, if you get this before I get there please, please call me!” Peter shoved his phone into his pocket and started running as fast as he could to the apartment complex.

He didn’t even bother with the elevator, your place was on one of the lower floors, so Peter ran straight to the door to the stairs.

By the time Peter got to your door he had worked himself up into a complete nervous wreck as his subconscious thought every worse case scenario for this particular situation.

He probably knocked five times more than he needed to, but his desperation to see your face, to see that you were alive and safe, was blocking most of his common sense.

When the door opened and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, Peter could only stare at while his eyes began to tear up.

“Peter? What’s the matter with you, I tried to-”

You were silenced as Peter tossed his arms
around you and pulled you into what was possibly the most bone crushing hug you’ve ever received.

His arms were wrapped securely around your neck and he had his head tucked into your shoulder while a couple quiet sobs escaped him. “I saw that there…that a train had derailed, and I thought- I thought you might have been on it!”

Now all of his strange behaviors made sense.

Peter used his sleeve to wipe away his tears as he sniffled. “Look, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. But, I promise I’ll try to make you more of a priority and I’ll follow you everywhere because I thought you were dead and that was an awful feeling that I don’t want to go through ever again.”

Your hand came up to brush the hair at the back of his neck as you tried to console him. “I’m fine, I promise! After you left I decided that a walk alone would do me some good so I bailed on the train.”

Peter’s hold on you grew tighter as he let out a bitter laugh. “And you never answer your phone, I hate that about you.”

You smiled. “Why don’t you come inside, I can make you something to eat.”

Peter felt you try to move away and he shook his head. “N-No, I just want to hold you for a little bit longer. It still hasn’t sunken in yet.”

You nodded and simply held him back. “You’re such a worry wart, Peter Parker.”

“I don’t care, please don’t ever do that to me again.”

PROMPT #153

For years, Spidey and DP have been one great team, and Spidey has gone along with the “Wade is so annoying” and “How do you deal with him” jokes from people, as he thought they were jokes. Until someone (Hawkeye lol) asks him seriously how he can stand Wade and how much he actually hates him. Then Spidey looks at him, realizing everyone actually thought he hated/disliked Wade, and tells him, “Dude, you know he’s my husband, right?”

Why I Love Spideychelle

-adorableness

-smooshability

-the world is a dark and cold place 

-no seriously have you read the news lately? 

-CAN WE JUST HAVE SOMETHING PURE DON’T WE DESERVE IT

-i mean lookit that floof

-now lookit THAT floof

-I MEAN THE FLOOF, GUYS. THE FUCKING FLOOF.

-also Peter Parker is a ball of joyous sunshine

-who is also appropriately afraid of Michelle

-and joyous sunshine boys who get spooked by intimidating girls are my, like, EVERYTHING (well everything that isn’t horrible heartrending nightmares [hi all the other ships i love])

-SHE DREW HIM WHEN HE WAS SAD

-also I’m thinking Peter kinda needs someone to punch people for him because he can’t do it himself and I’m thinking Michelle is an excellent person for that job

-AND THIS HAPPENED

-and why wouldn’t she be because DO YOU SEE THAT DWEEB

-you precious pure cinnamon rolls

-also $20 to the first person who can figure out how to work this into a fic

-i dunno, talent show or something ridiculous I DON’T CARE OKAY I AM GARBAGE

-in summary, these adorable babies and their smooshable faces and fluffy hair my god i just hate them so much

|| Homecoming ||

{summary: transferring to a new school at the start of your junior year holds many challenges, but befriending two kind boys by the name of ned leeds and peter parker along with his girlfriend, liz, makes things all the more easier for you.

that is, until peter shows signs of developing feelings toward you.}

guys, did you die after that trailer? because i did, and i felt sooo jealous of liz when she was about to kiss peter despite how sweet they looked together. this story is very self indulgent, i admit, but it was made because i adored the trailer so much [♥] that’s why i didn’t write anything yesterday, because i was sooo hyped for the trailer that i knew that seeing it would give me the inspiration to write something for peter ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

final word count: 6,600+ (holy shit a new record for me for this website!!)

warnings: omg not another love triangle !! who will be endgame? who will it not break even for? find out under the cut!!

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I don’t want to make out with myself (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is an avenger and she’s super sarcastic and dry with everyone and she acts like she hates everything and peters the only person she nice to and everyone teases her about it?? they sort of have a relationship like april and andy on parks and rec? thanks!!

A/N: I loved the idea, but for some reason, I don’t really like how this turned out. I hope it is just me and you guys enjoy it! xx 


‘’Will you shut up?’’ you say to Tony, who is rambling about something he has created. You have been an Avenger for two years, when Tony found you living on your own under a fake name, trying to hide your powers. Being able to shift into other people made it easy for you to live alone, shifting into an old woman when your teachers wanted to talk to your mom.
You have been trained by your father, who had been on the army. You learnt how to fight at a young age, when you discovered about your powers, knowing people would try to take you. Your parents have given their lives when some men appeared at your house one day to try to take you, and they told you to run away. The day after, you saw on the news that they had been murdered, and you took all the money they had left you and fled, starting a new life -you became colder and talked to no one, trying to keep your identity a secret and not using your powers when not necessary. Tony somehow found you and took you under his wing; even if you hadn’t wanted it at first, when he showed you the tower, with its bedrooms and training rooms, you couldn’t refuse.
Two years after, you are still closed up, not being talkative and avoiding any kind of relationship with the team. You love them and they love you, but you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings. The only person who made you open up was Peter Parker, a boy who has joined The Avengers only two months ago and who doesn’t live with you all, but who somehow has managed to win his way onto your heart.
Tony glares at you, mad at you for not being excited. You can feel Peter’s laugh against your head since you are lying on his chest, waiting for it to be your turn to go onto the ring.
‘’You could try and be nice sometimes, [Y/N]’’ Tony says, still glaring.
You roll your eyes and get up from the ground. You look around the room, Natasha and Steve finishing their fight.
Just as they leave the ring, you go onto it, waiting for someone to fight you.
‘’Hey, Sam, wanna get your ass handed to you?’’ you ask, smirking.
‘’As if that was gonna happen, little girl’’ he answers.
A minute later, his head is trapped between your legs, his hand punching the ground.
‘’Let me breathe, let me breathe!’’ he shouts, trying to escape your grasp.
You laugh and let him go, getting up from the ground.
‘’I didn’t even have to shift. You are getting old, Sparrow’’ you say.
‘’It’s falcon. There is a huge difference.’’
‘’Sure, pigeon’’ you say smirking a little. ‘’Does anybody else want to fight?’’ you ask. Peter gets up from where he was sitting and walks to the ring, smiling at you. ‘’No. Nope. I’m not fighting you, Pete. I don’t want to hurt you’’ you say, shaking your head vigorously.
‘’You didn’t even think about it before trying to kill me!’’ Sam says.
‘’Well, Peter deserves kindness. You don’t’’ you answer, looking at him. ‘’I’m not fighting you, Pete.’’
‘’Come on, [Y/N], a punch is not gonna kill me’’ he says, a sweet smile adorning his lips.
‘’We know why you don’t want to fight him’’ Natasha says, her usual smirk on her lips.
‘’Little [Y/N] has a crush’’ Tony’s voice sings, for once, him and Natasha agreeing on something.
‘’It’s not a crush!’’ you shout, blushing. Peter is blushing as well, trying not to make it too noticeable.
‘’Oh, come on, [Y/N], don’t listen to them’’ Steve says, putting his arm around your shoulder. You frown -Steve knows you don’t like people touching you, so he only does it when he is joking. ‘’It is okay if you have a crush.’’
You growled and looked at them, Peter standing still and blushing.
‘’I hate you all’’ you say, really serious. You look at Peter, who doesn’t know what to do. ‘’Well, not you. But I hate the rest of you’’ you say as you leave the room, your cheeks bright red.
You hear footsteps behind you just as you leave the room, and turning around, you see Peter, running to you.
‘’Hey, don’t listen to them. We are the youngest and they like to joke around’’ he says, putting his hand in your arm.
‘’Yeah, but what if I do have a crush on you? You are the only one here who makes me feel anything at all. They are like my family, but you always bring the good out of me and I-‘’ you confess, feeling brave, before feeling Peter’s lips on your own.
‘’Well, if you have a crush on me, that’s great, because I have a crush on you’’ he whispers before kissing you again.
You hear more footsteps approaching you, and throwing Peter inside the first room you can find, you quickly shift into him, trying to distract the team.
‘’Hey, Peter, have you seen [Y/N]?’’ Natasha asks, the whole team behind her, talking between them.
‘’Yes, she went to her room. Seemed pretty pissed off. I think there were tears on her eyes’’ you say, trying to make them feel bad.
‘’Shit’’ she answers before leaving to your room. The rest of the team follows her close behind, and you walk into the room you have pushed Peter in.
‘’Oh my God, that’s scary’’ he says as he sees you. ‘’Can you please stop looking like me? Not in a rude way, but I don’t want to make out with myself.’’
You laugh softly and quickly shift into yourself before pulling him in for a kiss, a smile on your lips.

Unrequited Part 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Part 1

a/n: Holy crap, guys…the response to Unrequited was juST so much for me, it was insane. This account has only been up for a day and there’s already so much of you guys! I love you all and I hope you cuties enjoy this xx

warning: language, violence, angst

word count: 2614 



You sighed as you stared down at the ground, keeping your head down as you walked down the empty street. Ever since school ended and you ran out on Peter, you’ve just been roaming the streets in hopes of clearing your mind. You looked up at the sky, noticing how dark it’s gotten as the last rays of the sun shone dimly across the dark blue sky.

You ignored the urge to go home as you spotted the small playground that you always used to go to, making your way over to the swings and sitting down on one of them. You swayed your feet half-heartedly and looked down at your lap, getting your phone out to see if you had any notifications. Your parents were out of town for the week so there was barely anything from them, just a text asking how your day went. On the other hand, there were five missed calls from Peter, and a bunch of texts from him asking where you were, if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and cleared your notifications, not wanting to talk to him right now.

Keep reading

Just One Video pt 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Gosh darn profanity and I think that’s about it

A/N: I don’t know how the train system works in Queens so let’s pretend it made sense okay guys? Also I am in love with this part like wow. Sorry for the length, might wanna grab some snacks and get comfortable folks

word count: 6k (yikes)

Part 1


I must have seen the video at least 30 times before I decided that it was real. I slowed down the video by carefully dragging my thumb across the screen, trying to find a flaw in the editing -but this seemed authentic; he couldn’t possibly fake all of it. This was all just hard to believe. 

Was he out fighting crime right now? Is that why I heard sirens in the background?

All this time, it was Peter Parker who helped protect Queens. The same Peter Parker who fought the Avengers and defeated the Vulture guy a couple of months ago.

He’s just a kid, how is he capable of doing this? How can he balance school life and fight crime? What about that Stark intern-

I audibly gasped when I realized that the Stark internship he talked about was probably a cover for being freaking Spider-Man!

I heard scratching at my door and knew immediately that Buddy wanted to come into my room. I got off my bed and opened my door. Right when I opened it, Buddy ran to my bed and made himself comfortable, panting loudly. I gently closed the door and joined him on the bed. Looking back at the phone, I mindlessly pet Buddy.

“Okay,” I said finally. “If I’m supposed to believe all this, I should do some investigating. Like Sherlock does,” I said to Buddy. He merely blinked at me, trying to lick my hand. “I can solve this case, right Bud?” I cooed, ruffling up his ears.

“Sweetheart! Dinner’s ready!” my mom called from the dining room.

Buddy perked up at the sound of my mom’s voice and ran to my door.

“Traitor,” I muttered, following Buddy to free him from my room. Once I opened my door, Buddy ran to the living room as if his life depended on it. Rolling my eyes, I trudged behind. I patted my jeans to make sure the phone was still there; I kept Peter’s phone in my pocket so that Michael couldn’t get to it. I sat down at the dinner table, mentally planning out my next move. 

“Your dad told me you got your tickets, isn’t that exciting?” my mom chirped, serving herself some food. 

I served my own plate and said, “Mmhm.”

“Calm down honey, you don’t want to get too happy now,” she said, quirking an eyebrow at me.

I smiled slightly and said, ”I am excited, really, but the concert isn’t for another couple of months, you know? I’m just tired anyway.”

“You wouldn’t be so tired if you slept early, like I always tell you to,” my mom scolded, taking a bite.

“It’s cause you’re always on that phone,” Michael said, in a teasing voice.

I laughed, “Shut up Mike.”

“Got a head ache?” he asked me.

“It’s cause you’re always on that phone,” I finished, chuckling. 

He lightly laughed back and said, “You don’t even have your phone though.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as he ate, realizing that I now had to explain to my parents why I didn’t have my phone.

“You lost your phone?” my mom exclaimed.

“Again?” my dad added from the living room. 

“No, I didn’t lose it. I know exactly where it is,” I said, sipping my water.

“Not here,” Mikey snickered.

I kicked him under the table and mouthed, “Shut it.”

“Where is it?” my mom asked.

I waved my hand absentmindedly and said, “I accidentally took my friend’s phone and vice versa.”

“What friend?” my dad asked, lowering the volume on the TV.

I knew I couldn’t say it was Peter’s, because God forbid I talk to boys, so I said, “Michelle’s.”

My dad nodded, satisfied with that answer, resuming his attention to the basketball game. 

“Oh, so you’ll just switch back at school then?” my mom added.

“Yup,” I said, popping the “p.” “But maybe we’ll meet up over the weekend or something if she wants it back sooner, I don’t know yet.”

I continued eating until I felt the phone vibrate. I got startled and slightly choked on my water. “Speaking of Michelle, that must be her. I gotta take this, dinner was great Mom!” I rambled, grabbing my dishes as I left the table to throw them in the sink -careful not to break any. I vaguely heard my mom telling me to slow down as I sprinted to my room, hastily answering the call.

“Hello?” I breathed, closing my door.

“Y/N?” Peter asked.

I inhaled sharply and let out a breath, trying to even it out. “Yeah,” I said, going to sit down on my bed. 

“Is this a bad time?” he asked, uncertain.

“No, it’s a great time I was just, um, out on a run. With my dog. Buddy. Just came back, so, that’s why I sound out of breath,” I chuckled nervously.

Why did I tell him I went out for a run? I’m not athletic. God, this is so bad.

“Oh,” he said, “that’s nice. It’s a good day for a run, I suppose.” 

“Yeah, I run all the time,” I lied. “You know, from my problems and stuff. I just decided to switch it up today,” I added dumbly. 

I got a laugh from him and I smiled as he said, “That’s a good one.”

“Thanks,” I replied, “sooo…what’s up?” I got up from my bed and walked around my room.

“Oh, um, I was just calling back to apologize for earlier. I got caught up with the Stark internship,” he explained.

Right. The “Stark internship.” Time to investigate.

How is that, by the way?” I asked, “the internship, I mean.”

“Th- the internship? Oh, it’s, uh, great! Keeps me real busy,” he stumbled.

“I could only imagine, I mean, it’s run by Tony Stark -Iron Man himself, right?” I prodded.

“Ye-yeah, Mr. Stark is great. I don’t see him directly, too often, but, he’s definitely great from the few times that I met him,” he said, sounding nervous.

“What does he have you do?” I asked innocently.

“He has us do lot’s of paper work, you know, the boring stuff,” he said. “It’s not that interesting if I’m being honest, you wouldn’t wanna hear about it.”

“Try me,” I said smirking. 

“Um, well, some of the paper work is classified so I can’t exactly talk about it,” he explained.

Damn it, he got me there.

“Ah, well, that’s okay,” I said, quickly thinking of something else to ask. “Have you met any of the other Avengers while you were there? Like, that new one, the Spider-Man guy?” I asked, anxiously waiting to hear his answer.

“Spider-Man? Um, yeah, we’ve met. A few times,” he said, sounding unsure of himself.

“I bet he’s so cool in real life, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome. I mean he single-handily took down a villain who used high-tech alien weapons, so, I’d say he’s cool,” Peter said, sounding cocky.

“I heard he has a weird voice though, is that true?” I lied.

“Wh- what? No! He doesn’t have a weird voice, where’d you hear that?” he exclaimed, his voice rising.

I bit my lip to hide my smile, “Oh, you know, here and there.” I picked at my nails and then said, “People talk.”

“You don’t seriously believe he has a weird voice, do you?” he asked.

“Mm, I don’t know. Maybe. I also heard he was rude to some people who wanted a picture of him,” I said, making up things as I went.

“What!” he exclaimed, his voice rising a pitch higher. He cleared his throat then said, “That never happened.”

“Yeah,” I exclaimed, “shot a web at the camera, and everything!”

Peter scoffed, “I don’t think Spider-Man would do that.”

“Who knows,” I added, “it’s not like we actually know him right? He could be a total asshole in real life for all I know.” 

“He could be,” Peter reluctantly said. “But I, I think he’s an okay guy. Maybe you’ll get to meet him and see for yourself?”

“That’d be sick, but, I highly doubt it,” I sighed, playing along.

“Who knows, right?” Peter mused. “I think you could find him around Queens or something doing superhero stuff.”

Or at the library studying for a Spanish quiz, I mentally added.

I chuckled slightly, “People don’t just run into superheroes, Peter.”

“Keep an open mind, Y/N,” Peter chuckled. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Peter caught me off guard with his sudden change in topic, “Um, nothing much? I was going to return a book to the library and then just chill or something.”

“The one on 21st?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, not really sure why he was suddenly interested in this. 

Maybe he’s purposely changing the subject away from Spider-Man.

“Cool, how about, we meet there? Tomorrow? At noon? We can exchange phones then,” he offered.

“Oh, right, yeah,” I said, forgetting we had to actually plan a meet up. “Works for me,” I confirmed.

“And, uh, I didn’t look through your stuff, if you’re wondering,” he chuckled.

“Me either, if you were wondering, as well,” I said, swallowing my guilt.

I am a terrible human.

“But you did get a text from MJ,” Peter said, “not that I purposely read it -I mean -I couldn’t help it, it just popped up, you know?”

“That’s okay Peter, I don’t mind.” I said, feeling even worse.

I can’t keep lying to him

“Um, something did happen though,” I said, wincing.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“With your phone,” I hesitantly said. 

“Something happened to my phone?” Peter asked.

Should I just come clean? I still have time to back out.

“My brother…” I started, “dropped it. I asked him to hand it to me, but I didn’t have…good reflexes. And I’m really sorry.”

Not a total lie? I do have bad reflexes…

“Oh,” Peter sighed, “that’s okay, I don’t mind a scratch or two.”

Oh my god -I am a terrible person. How can I just lie to Peter like this?

“Yeah, I just felt really terrible about it, I thought you should know,” I said, closing my eyes at how dumb I was. 

“Y/N, it’s totally fine! Don’t worry about it, really, I’m okay with it,” he said reassuringly.

I hate you Peter Parker, you good human being you. Oh, who am I kidding, I hate myself.

I sighed, “Actually, it’s not fine. I need to tell you something else.”

“What is it?” he asked.

Right as I was about to confess my sin, the phone started to vibrate. I took it away from my ear and saw that I, or Peter, was getting a call from an unknown number.

“Um, hold on, you’re getting a call from an unknown number, I’ll just answer it real quick and see who it is,” I said, thinking nothing of it. Vaguely hearing Peter protest, it was too late as I hit the green button. Not getting a chance to even say “hello,” there was a man’s voice already talking.

“Yo, spiderling, I made some minor upgrades to the prototype suit I’ve been working on. You don’t need to thank me right away, but I do believe some praise is due,” he said. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Oh my god, it’s Tony Stark.

“Kid?” he asked after hearing my lack of reply.

“Um, Peter’s not here right now,” I said, weakly.

The line went quiet for a few seconds until I heard, “I’m sorry, and, who’s this?”

“Peter’s,” I paused, thinking, “friend.”

Can I even call myself that?

“Well. You can disregard this whole phone call. But. Where exactly is Peter?” Tony asked.

“Um, home? We switched phones by mistake,” I explained. 

“Great, and seriously, ignore this phone call. It never happened,” he said, before cutting off the call.

I kept the phone pressed against my ear, stunned at what just happened.

Peter really is Spider-Man. This just confirmed everything.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you there? Did you answer the call?” Peter asked, sounding worried.

I cleared my throat before responding, “Um, yeah, I’m here.”

Peter stayed quiet and then tried to casually ask, “So, um, who was it?”

“It was…” I hesitantly said, “Tony Stark.”

“Oh, Mr. Stark called me?” he nervously laughed, “that’s weird. Why would Mr. Stark call me at this hour? What did he, uh, what did he say?”

“Actually Peter, I have to go right now, but, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay?” I sighed. I just really needed to sleep; too much had happened today for me to process.

“Really? Do you have to go right now? We can stay up and talk some more? I mean, it’s Friday, I’m not too busy,” Peter said, trying to stay on the line.

“I’m really sorry Peter,” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. “I’ll explain everything tomorrow, I promise.”

“Um, yeah, okay. No big deal,” he said, trying to sound cool about it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah,” I said, “tomorrow.”

I heard Peter say goodbye and then I hung up.

I couldn’t stand to hear his voice anymore. Under different circumstances, I would love nothing more than to hear Peter talk all day, but right now, I was lying to this sweet, dorky guy who didn’t deserve this. I clutched the phone to my chest and closed my eyes.

“What have I done,” I whispered.


I woke up the next morning, dreading what was to come. I had to face Peter and I was not mentally prepared to do that.

Looking in the mirror as I applied my mascara, I hated my reflection. I mean I looked good, but, I hated my inner self right now. I hate that I invaded Peter’s privacy and found out something that I shouldn’t have. Now I have to go and explain what an awful person I am to my crush -who will literally hate me when he finds out what I did.

Once I was ready to leave, I grabbed my book-bag and told my dad I was heading out. 

“Call me when you get there, okay?” he reminded me.

“Yeah, I will!” I called out as I closed the front door. I made my way down the stairs of our porch and walked to the train station. I texted Peter a quick message saying I was on the way there, not looking forward to this at all.

On the train, I mindlessly looked around, waiting to get to my stop. It wasn’t until I heard a distant scream that I snapped out of my thoughts.

What the hell was that?

The rest of the passengers looked confused too, and we all looked to the right where the scream had come from. I heard two loud bangs on the car over, followed by a chorus of screams. Everyone dropped to the floor and I saw two armed men point guns at the passengers. They were yelling something, but it was muffled due to the distance. Everyone in this passenger car dropped to the floor as well, and with shaky hands, I did too.

Oh my god, please tell me this isn’t really happening. What do I do?

My hands immediately went to my phone, ready to call 911, or even say goodbye to my family when I realized that there was an alternative option. 

Peter

I hastily pulled out Peter’s phone, trying to unlock it with my trembling fingers. I managed to dial my number, and held the phone up to my ear. I anxiously waited and kept looking up to make sure the gun men didn’t see me or walk in here yet. This was the car at the end of the train, so hopefully they won’t get here so soon.

“Hey Y/N!” Peter happily chirped, “I saw your text, don’t worry, I’m on my way-”

I cut off Peter, whispering, “Peter, help me, please.”

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding worried.

“I- I’m on the train that’s heading to 21st street. It’s, it’s Train B. We’re -there’s, there’s some guys -” I was cut off by a huge screech. Someone hit the emergency stop on the train and we all got tossed to the left. The phone skidded out of my hands and I whispered, “Shit, shit, shit,” I crawled towards it, realizing I had to move fast.

“What was that? What’s going on?” Peter said, sounding out of breath. I think he was running. “Y/N? Are you there, are you alright? Talk to me, Y/N, please.”

“They stopped the train,” I whispered, looking around. “And they have guns.”

“I’m on my way, don’t hang up okay, just, keep talking to me. Tell me everything you see, everything you can, I’ll get some help, I promise,” he said, in an assertive voice. 

“I’m so sorry Peter,” I rambled nervously, “I am so so sorry. I, I saw the video.”

If I’m going to die, I want to tell Peter the truth.

“Why do you keep saying sorry? What video?” Peter breathed as I heard rustling in the background.

“The video on your phone about going to Berlin. I know Peter, I just, I know,” I sighed. I heard another bang and flinched. With a trembling voice, I whispered softly, “I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and tried to maintain calm.

I’m going to die here

“None of that matters anymore -I don’t care about that right now, okay Y/N? It doesn’t matter, I forgive you. Just, keep talking. Stay on the line. Tell me what you see, it’ll be okay, I’m on my way to you,” he replied.

I took a deep breath, composing myself. “Okay,” I sighed, leaning up to see the train car next door. “They’re lining people up against one side of the train. There’s two of them in there, there could be more, I don’t, I don’t know,” I numbly said.

“You’re doing great, just keep talking. I’m almost there,” he said.

I saw one of the men look towards our car and head to the door that separated us. “Fuck, fuck, no no no,” I said, starting to panic even more.

“What? What is it?” Peter exclaimed.

“He’s coming, I don’t know if i can keep talking Peter,” I whispered, “I’m not going to hang up but please hurry.” 

I couldn’t hear Peter’s reply as I shoved the phone in my jean jacket’s pocket. The man barged in and yelled, “Everyone move to this side and stay down!”

He motioned us to move against the opposite side, and people did so, whimpering in fear. I took deep breaths and did as we were told. I looked around at the other passengers and saw that there was children with their mothers, hiding their cries. There were also kids my age, and even some elderly people. 

I don’t want any of them to die

For the most part, it seemed like we all mutually agreed to do what the man said -there were no protests from any of the passengers. There was, however, an older woman who was crying and mumbling prayers in Spanish on her knees.

“You!” the man harshly yelled, aiming the gun at the woman. “Shut the fuck up and get down.”

She merely closed her eyes tighter, and kept praying, tears slipping down her face.

Lady please just do what he says, I mentally pleaded.

She remained unmoved, and I whispered to myself, “C’mon lady.”

The fact that she didn’t submit irritated the man, so he yelled at her, “Did you fucking hear me?” He stalked closer to her.

I sighed to myself and quietly muttered, “Don’t do it Y/N, don’t do it. Don’t do anything stupid, just mind your own business.”

The gun man, seemingly impatient, only got angrier at her lack of compliance. He aimed the gun at her head, ready to pull the trigger, and yelled, “You have three seconds before I-”

“No, wait!” I cried out, before I could stop myself. 

Too late

I sat up on my knees and raised my hands in surrender when he aimed the gun at me instead. Swallowing my fear, I pleaded, starting to stand, “Don’t shoot her, please, she’s just -she’s just praying.”

I stared at the barrel of the gun, physically frozen in fear. I couldn’t move, but I had a million thoughts running through my mind. 

“I don’t give a shit what she’s doing kid. Tell her to stop, or I’ll put a bullet through both of your heads,” he angrily muttered, not once taking his aim off of me. 

I swallowed thickly and with a trembling voice, I quietly replied, “I’m, I’m not that good at Spanish, sir.”

“What did you say?” he spat at me, stepping closer.

I held back a whimper and repeated myself, “I-I can’t tell her to stop, I, I don’t know much Spanish.”

Glaring at me, he pressed the barrel of the gun against my forehead, “Listen here you little bi-”

I closed my eyes tightly, and held my breath. 

This is it. This is how I die. I just had to open my stupid mouth-

My thoughts were cut off when I heard a huge crash, and glass breaking from behind me. I visibly flinched, and reacted by dropping to the floor, covering my head in the process. I stayed crouched down, quickly moving out of the way and could hear gun shots. They weren’t aimed at me, however, they were being aimed at something behind me.

“Hey buddy! You made me miss my train!” I heard a voice shout.

Sneaking a glance, I saw that the man was now fighting Spider-Man, trying to shoot him. At each gun shot, I flinched, but was relieved when Spider-Man managed to kick it out of his hands. Spider-Man somehow dodged every hit, saying witty comments that I couldn’t focus on, and knocked the gun man out cold. He didn’t have much time to relax because two more guys ran in here to fight him as well. Now ignoring the passengers, the men were focused solely on Spider-Man. The people on the train screamed, and scrambled to get to the other car seeing that the gun men were all in this one instead. I tried to follow them, but with everyone pushing to get to the front, I was left at the very back -along with the old woman. She didn’t have the strength to shove people out of the way, so I led her in front of me, gently encouraging her. I turned back to see Spider-Man shoot a web at one of the guys, and roughly pulled it towards him. The guy’s body made contact with the steel pole in the middle of the train, and with a final grunt, he was down. 

Ouch

I turned my attention back to the old woman, and saw that we both made it through the doors. Seeing as I was the last person in, I hastily went to close the doors. People kept moving up the train, determined to put as much distance between themselves and the fight. I followed the crowd, looking back whenever I could to make sure that Spider-Man was alright. I saw him webbing up the gun men, and stopped walking before I made it to the other car. I turned to see the passengers, and they kept going forward, but I slowly broke from the crowd and headed back to where Spider-Man was. With my ears ringing, and my heart rate racing, I tried to stay focused on the red and blue figure who was tying up the gun men to the pole. I opened the doors, and he turned to look at the source of the noise. 

“Peter?” I whispered.

He stopped what he was doing and breathed, “Y/N.” He ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

My eyes watered, and I closed them, letting out a shaky laugh, “Oh my god. Peter.” I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm down.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” he said, pulling back. “That was a dumb question, of course you’re not okay, but you’re fine, right? They didn’t hurt you?” 

“I’m, I’m okay. I think. Physically okay, at least,” I rambled nervously. “Can you just take me home, please?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said guiding me out of the train. We left through the end of the train where Peter crashed in, and he helped me step over the glass, holding my hand to help keep me up. “Can you walk? I don’t think you should walk, here, hold on,” he said, picking me up bridal style instead. 

I gasped in surprise, not used to the feeling of being carried in such an intimate way. Again, in any other circumstance, I would enjoy this -but I was still in shock. I heard police sirens in the distance and realized that it was all going to be okay. I was safe. Those children were safe. That old lady was safe. Peter was safe.

Peter continued to carry me until we made it out of the station, and I hid my face in his chest; I focused on his heart beat and tried to calm my own breathing to match his. The whole way, Peter whispered reassuringly to me, and it helped me feel better. He told me to hang on tight, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tighter. Gasping slightly, I could feel that we were no longer on the ground. I could feel the wind whip around me; it almost felt like I was on a roller coaster with a lot of sudden drops. I closed my eyes, waiting for us to land on solid ground. 

When we did, Peter said softly, “You can open your eyes now.”

I slowly did so and looked around to see where we were. I was definitely not at my house, but it was a nice view. “Where are we?” I asked. It looked like were on some rooftop that overlooked Queens.

“I know you wanted me to take you home, but, I thought we should talk a little before I take you back,” he said, adjusting his grip.

“You can put me down now,” I whispered, looking at the eyes of his mask.

He cleared his throat, “Are you sure? You okay to stand?” 

“I think so,” I replied.

He let me down gently, and I swayed a bit to the side, my legs almost giving way.

“Whoah, okay there Bambi, let’s just have you take a seat over here okay?” he slightly chuckled, guiding me to a spot on the floor.

“That was my first time flying first class, so I’m a bit shaky,” I tried joking.

He let out a breathy laugh, but then got quiet. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not holding anything up,” I said, taking his question literally so that I could avoid giving a serious answer. I looked up to him and saw that he wasn’t amused, so I sighed. “I thought being pointed at with a gun was scary enough, but then,” I paused, “then he just pressed it against me and I, I couldn’t move -I couldn’t breathe. He was going to shoot me. I know he was. I was about to die if you didn-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter whispered, “you weren’t going to die, I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“But, I was!” I exclaimed, my voice rising, “I was going to die, Peter! If you didn’t answer the phone I…” I looked away, no longer able to stare at his emotionless mask. As if he noticed this, he slipped it off. 

“Y/N,” he said gently.

I kept looking ahead, clenching my jaw to keep my lips from trembling.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said. When I turned to look at him his eyes were hard but determined. He continued, “I wasn’t going to let you die; I wasn’t going to let him hurt you. I’ll never let that happen if I can help it. I know it was scary, but you’re safe now; you’re alive. What matters is that I answered and that I made it on time.”

I nodded my head, and let out a shaky laugh that turned into a cry, finally losing my demeanor. Peter immediately reacted by side-hugging me, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I sniffled and let a few tears fall, and Peter just held me, whispering sweet-nothings. He tucked my head under his chin and ran his fingers down my hair in a comforting manner.

After a few minutes, when I composed myself, I pulled away. “Thank you, Peter. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

“Yes you will,” he said, looking at me. I looked up at him and waited for him to continue. “Just stay alive, and out of harms way, okay?” he chuckled.

I smiled softly and said, “Okay.”

“And if not, I’ll come and save you anyway,” he said nonchalantly.

I slightly chuckled, but got quiet when I started to think. 

Breaking the silence, Peter said, “You know, I heard you stand up for that lady on the train.”

“You heard that?” I asked.

“I didn’t hang up right away,” he shrugged. “By the way, I still have your phone. It’s in my backpack on the side of a dumpster though.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Noticing my expression he quickly added “Don’t worry, it’s not trash day today. Not making that mistake again,” mumbling the last part to himself.

I patted my pocket, and felt the outline of Peter’s phone. I pulled it out and handed it to him. “I’m sorry I saw your video, Peter. I didn’t mean to invade. I thought just one video wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I looked away ashamed.

Peter looked at his phone, and smiled, “I’m glad you saw it. If you didn’t find out, then I wouldn’t have gotten to those people on time -including you. Just, promise me you won’t tell anyone. No one else can find out and I don’t think you’re the type of person to go around-”

I cut him off, “I swear.” I smiled at him, glad he didn’t hate me. He gave me a soft smile, but then looked embarrassed at what he was going to say next.

“And if we’re going to be honest, I, uh, I looked at some of your photos,” he sheepishly admitted.

“What!” I squeaked, horrified. 

Peter’s eyes widened at my outburst, “Y- you did it too!”

“No, no I didn’t! I just saw one video, I didn’t see anything else!” I defended myself.

“It was, it was just a selfie or two that I saw anyway. They were cute,” he mumbled, blushing. “And some pictures of your dog. Those were cute too.”

My ears got hot, and I could only imagine how red my face was. “Um, yeah, okay. Whatever,” I tried laughing it off. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked away, hiding my smile. 

He thinks I’m cute?

“You don’t have a weird voice by the way; I was just messing with you last night. I like your voice; it’s actually really nice,” I admitted, still not meeting his eyes.

Peter stuttered a bit and said, “Th-thanks.” Then he cleared his throat. “You have a really cute,” he paused, “smi…dog”

I looked at him and laughed, “What?”

“I,” he said, fumbling a bit, “Buddy. He’s really cute.” 

“Thanks?” I replied, uncertain, giggling anyway. “Your film was really cute. I’d give it a solid three stars,” I teased, bumping his shoulder.

Three stars?” he exclaimed, laughing back. 

“The whole, ‘stealing Captain America’s shield’ was just unbelievable to me,” I joked.

Peter scoffed then chuckled, “Well, it totally happened. And it was bad-ass.”

I grinned and looked at Peter. He looked down at me and we sort of stared into each other’s eyes until he glanced down at my lips.

If I’m not wrong, I know what comes next.

His phone rang.

We both snapped out of it, and I looked away awkwardly. 

“Uh, I should, I should probably take this,” he said, motioning to the phone. I merely nodded, and he stood up to go answer it and talk to whoever was on the other line.

I took a deep breath and bit my lip to keep from smiling so big.

Was he really about to kiss me? Does Peter Parker like me back?

“Aunt May was just checking in on me since she saw the train incident on the news,” he explained, walking back to me.

My eyes widened when I realized I didn’t call my dad. “Um, can I make a quick call? My dad’s gunna kill me,” I said, standing up.

Peter nodded, handing me the phone, and I quickly called my dad. I told him I missed the train and decided to come home when I heard what happened so he wouldn’t worry about me. Otherwise, he’d never let me leave the house. I’d probably be home-schooled. When I hung up, Peter had put his mask back on.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled.


“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” I said, once Peter landed on the ground again -just a few houses down from mine.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck, basically hugging him instead of having him carry me this time. He slowly set me down, but neither of us completely let go of each other. It just looked like I was hugging Spider-Man in the middle of the street -just another typical Saturday afternoon. This was a quiet neighborhood though, so no one was around to see this.

“It sure beats traffic though,” he said.

I smiled and said, “Oh yeah, definitely.” I dropped my hands from his neck and let them sit on his chest instead.= while his rested on the small of my back. “You gotta tell me how this happened though.”

“I can explain everything to you later. I think I’m getting better at telling the story,” he chuckled.

“Who else knows?” I asked. “I figured I was the only one who uncovered your deep, dark secret.”

“Ned found out by accident first. Then my aunt May -that was also an accident.” he explained.

“I think there’s a pattern going on here,” I teased.

“Yeah, I gotta get better at hiding this,” he admitted. He finally made the first move to pull away, much to my dismay. He pulled out his phone from his belt and handed it to me. “Here.”

I just looked at it and then back to him, “What?”

“Hold onto it until I can give you your phone back,” he said, putting it in my hand, “that way I have a reason to come back to you.” 

I tried to hide my smile, but horribly failed. “I can give you another reason,” I said confidently. 

I reached up to pull his mask up slightly, but stopped half way. His hands met mine, and he asked, “Uh, what are you doi-”

But I cut him off by leaning up and gently pressing my lips against his. Peter was shocked at first, but then he responded. It was short, but it still felt amazing. After I pulled away, I could see that Peter was left a stumbling mess.

“Um, I, uh, that’s a really good reason to come back, like, really good,” he mumbled.

I blushed the whole time, but smiled anyway, “Yeah, I, uh, think it was really good too.” I started walking backwards, “I have to, um, go, over there.” I pointed to my house, clearing my throat.

Peter pulled down his mask and said, “And I have to go to, the um, dumpster. I need to get my stuff back.”  

We both chuckled nervously and I called out, “Bye Spider-Man!”

He yelled back, “Goodbye citizen!” before swinging away.

After saying our goodbyes, we went our separate ways. Once I got to my front door, I bit my lip and smiled just reliving the moment. I walked to my room, greeting my dad in the process, and fell onto my bed. My hands went up to my lips and I sighed in content.

I just kissed Peter Parker.


A/N: part 3? 

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identity — peter parker

prompt: jaebumps said: i see your request for a prompt and I raise you “who the f*** do you think you are?” With Peter Parker.

warnings: foul language  

notes: thank you for sending me a request, i really appreciate it! although this was kinda sorta really vague and i didn’t have much to go on so i kinda made it my own thing BUT it does still include this kind so i hope that’s good enough for you. also @ everyone; if you have a request or an idea for an imagine, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me via my ask box. hope you enjoy.


The floorboards creaked slightly and the constant dialing of numbers filled the unusual emptiness of Peter Parker’s room—all from your own doing. 

You paced back and forth, staring at your phone and placing it against your ear as you sent texts—again, and again, and again, then repeat—and the incessant sound of a dial tone and Peter’s “Hey, it’s Peter…Parker…Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, leave a message!” voicemail greeting was making your teeth grit with annoyance as you wondered where he was. 

This had got to be the tenth time he bailed on you (but hey! who’s counting?) during something that was incredibly important to and for you, and by now you were sick of it and worried about him. Your fingers could’ve grown sore due to how many times you clacked them against your phone’s digital keyboard and you were wondering, simply wondering, where on Earth a fifteen year old boy could be at nine o'clock in the evening for Pete’s sake! (No, you sighed, no pun intended.)

The vein in your head could’ve popped by now, considering how immensely stressed you were, biting your nails as you glanced out the door to make sure Aunt May couldn’t see you. She thought Peter was home, and you—being the wonderful best friend you were—knew that, with all she’s been through and with all the criminal uproar in the city lately, she’d go crazy if something happened to Peter, and she’d beat herself up if it was on her watch. Why you were saving his ass when you were, frankly, pissed off at him? You didn’t know.

Maybe it was because, no matter what this boy did, you’d have his back. Because you loved him. Even if he was a little shit that made you want to tug out your hair sometimes. 

With his answering machine repeating itself for the umpteenth time, you’d decided you’ve had enough. You went to close the door and your hands were shaking—you were that angry. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe you were just upset that he wasn’t being a good friend lately, but God, have you had enough. You sucked in a sharp, deep breath, crossing one of your arms across your chest as you waited for the irritating and irking beep! and you blew. 

“Peter…Benjamin…Parker, you are dead meat, you little son of a bitc—ugh! I’ve been waiting here for half an hour, pretending to talk to you because May would be livid if she found out you had snuck out. 

Speaking of you not being here—did you forget anything, Peter? Huh? Like, you’re fucking best friend, who you were supposed to finish an  essay with—your part of the essay. The essay that's—I don’t know, due tonight? That’s twenty percent of our grade. I can’t believe you’re doing this again.

 Do you even know how hard it was to convince my mom to go over to a boy’s house at this time? Incredibly hard, just so you know. Listen, Peter, I love you—but who the fuck do you think you are—”

Your voice is cut off by the robotic tone accompanied with his message box. “Sorry, voicemail box is full. Please try again later.”

Your lips are parted, your breathing is slightly shaky because of how angry and petty you want to be (and are), and your chest is moving up and down rapidly, your eyebrows knitted together as you calmed down. You steady your breathing and close your eyes for a moment, trying to recollect yourself. You open them again and end the call, regretting your actions and being glad that the voicemail hadn’t sent. 

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and sighed heavily, like a burden was being lifted from your shoulders but was slowly being replaced with guilt and shame. You couldn’t deny though—that kinda felt good. You let out a breath of relief: and Peter would never have to know. You turned around slowly, thanking the universe, only to be met with a half naked Peter.

“Oh my God,” you let out, both of you widening your eyes in shock and you quickly turned back around again, hoping you were just imagining him and that when you’d turn around again, him and his weirdly chiseled abs (seriously, when did he get those?) would be gone and you could be saved from the embarrassment. You turned around slowly with your eyes closed, opening one eye at a time. “Fuck, you’re still here.”

He hastily reached for a shirt that’s thrown on his bed and pulls it on, kicking aside something red and blue, his face contorted with shock. “Y/N, of course I’m here! This is my room! Why—” 

“Wait, how long have you’ve been standing there?” You ask him, heart pounding in your chest. Man, did you screw things up. “What did you hear?”

He gulps for a second, then frowns. “I’ve been here since you said my full name.” You massage your temples and mutter out an apology, but he stops you. “Wait—what did you see? Did you see me in my…”

He trails off and you immediately glance around the room and he notices, diving for his pile of laundry, both of you ending up in a heap of clothes as you wrestle him for whatever he’s trying to hide. So far he’s winning, but you’re not giving up that easily—especially since it’s a distraction from your horrible voicemail and you’re hoping he’ll forget it. 

“What are you hiding, Peter? Are you a drug dealer? You’re fifteen, you can’t go to jail—woah!” 

You tug harshly and nearly rip whatever you two are fighting over when suddenly you’re thrown back, one of your hands stuck against the bedpost of his bunk bed. You stop breathing for a second. Web. He just shot a web at you. You’re staring, taken aback with what just happened, and your eyes lock with his panicked ones. 

“I’m so sorry, but you have to let be me explain—”

“Holy shit, holy shit, you're—you, you’re Spider-Man. Oh my God. Peter, I think I’m going to cry and throw up. At the same time,” A tear slips out of your eye and you’re laughing, “I’m going nuts, I really am.” 

“Y/N, this is why I’ve been such a bad friend lately,” Peter confesses and he scoots closer to you and you’re in awe. "It’s not an excuse, I know, but I have these abilities and I’ve been using—”

“You’ve been using them to fucking save New York!” You shout and he clamps his hand over your mouth, but you continue mumbling anyway because dude your best friend is Spider-Man.

“Well, I wouldn’t say New York, mainly I’ve just been sticking to Queens, but whatever, that’s not the point. You cannot tell anyone about this okay? Too many people are finding out and that’s not good for a superhero. Like that’s seriously terrible for a superhero,” he says and he takes his hand off of your mouth.

“Of course, I won’t tell, I’m not an idiot, I’ve watched movies before!” You pause and try and pull yourself together. “Peter, I’m so sorry about that voicemail,” you immediately apologize, feeling stupid for feeling so angry at him. Sure, he was a bailing dipshit, but you’re sure that he cared more about saving lives than homework. “I should’ve just talked to you about how I felt.”

“No, you’re right. I’ve been unfair to you. I should’ve trusted you. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but it’s hard, okay? Mr. Stark has faith in me and I didn’t want to mess things up with him, you know,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I want to prove that I’m not just a kid.” 

“Peter, you’re fifteen, even superheroes deserve a break,” you say and you lean against his bed’s railing seeing as you there’s not much else you can do. You look up at him and smile reassuringly. 

“You’re right, but being Spider-Man is pretty fun,” he tells you and takes a seat next to you, giving you a teasing grin as he leans into you. 

“I hate you,” you claim as you shake your head at him. “You’re a piece of work, Peter Parker.”

“I know, but I’m your piece of work,” he slips out casually, glancing at you unsurely. “…Right?”

You shake your head and you’re chuckling because damn, you hate how right he is right now. “I don’t know. Are you sure Ned doesn’t already have that spot filled in?”

Peter shrugs, “Yeah, but I don’t know, I don’t want to kiss Ned—wait, crap. I didn’t mean to say that, well I mean I really don’t want to kiss Ned, he’s not my type when it comes to guys, but I do wanna kiss you. Kinda. Unless you don’t want to then I understand.”

Your heart stops in your chest and you looking at him—no, you’re gawking at him, and you don’t know what to say. “I’m not allowed to—you know that my parents would kill me if I went behind their backs and—they think I’m too young, Peter.”

You try and ignore the discouraged expression on his face, because you want to kiss him. You really, really want to. But he understands and he accepts it because he’s a good person, and this sucks because that only makes you want to kiss him even more. Both of you are silent for a moment and you roll your eyes at yourself and reach for his face. 

“I’m going to get murdered for this.”

At that, you connect your lips with him, your heartbeat thumping in your eardrums and the feeling of Peter’s lips on yours replace any thought that could possibly be thought in your brain right now. It’s slightly longer than you expected, but when you pull apart, you’re out of breath and you—you can’t believe you just did that

God, you were going to get grounded until you were thirty if your parents ever found out about this. 

“Peter,” you say with realization, and you refrain from kissing him again because  you’re honestly not trying to push your luck. 

“Yeah,” he utters, still dazed and in disbelief of the fact that you kissed him and he feels like he’s capable of anything right now, his heart pumping so much blood and adrenaline it’s like he’s on fire. 

“How do I get out of these webs? I’m, uh, I’m still webbed to your bedpost,” you laugh, and you don’t know what’s more is shocking: the fact that you kissed your best friend or that he was Spider-Man. Both were in the running for first place right now.

“Oh, right. Don’t hate me, but they dissolve in two hours.”

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

“When this dissolves, I’m kicking your ass.”

Secrets | 4

Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 1109

Warnings: Language

A/N: This (and maybe the next part?) is in Peter’s POV - italics indicate Peter’s inner monologue/thoughts! Date/time stamps refer to flashbacks, as always :) Please let me know what y’all think, as always!! :)

Secrets | 3


Days passed by so slowly, it was as if the world had stopped moving. Y/N had ended things with Peter only 2 weeks ago, and yet it felt like months. He had tried to turn to Ned, but realized that what Y/N had thrown in his face was true - he had lost his best friends by losing himself in Spider-Man.

6 Months Later -

“Hey kid. How’re things looking down there?” Tony Stark’s voice came in through the earpiece implanted in Peter’s suit. He scanned the surrounding area, giving Steve and Clint the okay to enter the building. “Fine, Mr. Stark. I’ve just given the okay.”

“Perfect. You can head back to the jet; your work is done here. Nice job, Parker. As always.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.” Peter felt his heart fall as he heard the usual praise from Tony. Months ago, it would’ve gone straight to Peter’s head, reminding him to continue impressing him. Now, all Peter could focus on was the dread in the pit of his stomach.

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Class Rivals - Peter Parker x Reader

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requested by @ultimatesilk : “hii can you write a peter imagine where the reader and peter are kinda class rivals? like they’re always trying to outshine one another and i guess somehow some way they end up confessing their feelings for each other? 😄”

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You burst out with laughter at another one of your friends jokes about Queen’s own web-slinging hero. “Yeah yeah, so the boat ripped in half may not have been his best moment, but listen: he’s probably hot. With abs. He doesn’t have to be smart!” you joke back. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s head swivel towards the sound of your voice, putting a finger up to Ned’s face. 

 “Yeah, ok, because you wouldn’t care if your future husband was a few beers light of a six-pack, sure,” your friend rolls her eyes, smiling. You begin placing your notebooks on the lab bench and swivel away from her to face your chemistry teacher, who’s begun fiddling with his opening demonstration materials. “Trophy husband,” you correct with a smirk. 

Your banter is interrupted by a snicker coming from the bench to your right. Peter, normally quiet and reserved, grins at you. “Trophy husband? You sure you’d be the smarter one in the relationship?” 

Entertaining one of his more playful moods, you indulge him with an eye-roll and an “Oh please Parker, I’m the smartest one in this room,” earning you Peter’s slightly narrowing eyes. It was true after all. It was no secret that Peter was a genius – something you definitely noticed in your freshman year math class where you often glanced at him more than the board – but after his involvement with the Stark Internship, he frequently didn’t hand in his homework or even show up for quizzes. Something that shot you to the top of the class. 

“We’ll see about that,” you hear Peter murmur, then turn away to face your teacher begin lecturing. 

Over the next week, you start seeing a lot more of Peter Parker. After showing up to your shared study hall period after weeks of absences (only two seats behind you at that), taking the front seat of your first period English class, and actually staying awake during the period, you realize he really must have taken your comment to heart and was trying to earn back his spot as Midtown’s brightest. 

You pass by the music hallway on your way to the cafeteria and see him through the door’s window. He looks up and somehow manages to meet your gaze. The trumpet he was lazily holding darts out as he straightens his back and begins playing loud enough that you can hear the muffled glissando through the door. Shaking your head, you continue down the hall. 

You don’t know what Peter’s playing at, but you know you can beat him at it.

Another week goes by, with both of you attempting to call out class answers before the other and glaring smirks from behind textbooks across the classroom. However, you could feel the tension building – to what you were unsure, and a little more than worried about. 

In your last study hall of the week, Peter’s attempts to sabotage you were even more contentious than normal. Next to you, you hear Peter begin to hum and try to maintain your focus on your trigonometry homework. His humming increases in volume and is soon accompanied by his tapping feet; you purse your lips and try harder. Finally, when Peter starts interjecting random numbers in an effort to ruin your counting, you snap and whip your head towards him. 

“Stop trying to distract me - it’s not going to work!” 

“What’s distracting? My charm or boyish good looks?” Peter effortlessly banters back, shocking you and, if his raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth are anything to go by, himself as well. 

“No! That’s not what I-” you stumble over your words, desperately trying not to lose your justified frustration, as well as give away your (well maybe not-so-secret) crush on him. You decide to settle him with a glare. 

“God, I hate you.” Peter just grins at you, leaning back in his chair. 

“You’re adorable. Thank you for giving me this.” 

You feel a blush crawl up your cheeks, but the need to win this debate is far more pressing than any self-reservation you would normally have. Plus, Peter didn’t say anything regarding your near-obvious withholding of your feelings so why stop now? 

“This? What’s ‘this’? I’m still at the top of the class this quarter – without using cheap tactics I might add,” you challenge. 

Peter’s grin stays put. 

“Just wanted to see what you were made of,” he shrugs. 

Emboldened by Peter’s own cockier attitude, you shoot back “And do you like what you see?” 

Judging by Peter’s brows rising even higher on his forehead, you figure you won this round as well. 

“What?! I mean, y-yeah of course, I-“ Peter cuts himself off and shook his head. “I mean I always knew you were smart and,” he glances at you, “great.” He coughs and you both look away awkwardly.

He shrugs again, this time with his gaze directed towards the desk in front of him. “I guess maybe I was seeing what I was made of.” 

With your frustration now replaced with genuine confusion, you turn your body fully towards him and furrow your brow. 

“What are you talking about? Everyone already knows you’re a genius, Peter.” Peter glances up at you once again, with what you thought was a blush coloring his cheeks.

“Just trying to see if I was trophy husband material or not.” 

You feel your eyes widen and your pulse skyrocket. You quickly turn your face down to your desk, again, to hide the blush rapidly spreading up your neck. “Well,” you cough, and relax a little noticing Peter’s tense shoulders in your periphery, “seeing how the quarter is going so far, I think you just might” you finish with a smile, knowing he can hear in your voice.  You meet his gaze once more over your shoulder and take in his relieved and fond expression. 

“Maybe I can settle for just…boyfriend material?” he quirks up an eyebrow. You laugh at his awful humor, glad to have your usual Peter back. 

 “Yeah, maybe.”

Cold: Peter Parker

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): Y/N is a little… cold in this one, but I swear I’m part two she gets better. Also, I’m a mega GOT fan, so there is reference to the show

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request: Hi! Can you make Peter Parker x Reader where the reader is Tony’s cousin and she’s with X-Men and she meets Peter and he gets super excited but she kinda hates him because she feels that Tony cares about him more & he’s the only family member that she has that’s until Peter tells her that he loves her & she asks him why and he tells her that Tony talks about her all the time & how strong she is (her powers are Telekinesis and Pyrokinesis & she’s more on the serious side)

A/N: This. I got so excited when this request came in. I had to properly sit down, and write down all the ideas I had for this and I just got so very  excited. I hope you enjoy it, I tweaked the details a little.


“You’ll finally meet him officially later today. The kid’s a bit energetic and talks enough to put me to shame, but he’s definitely got skills.” Tony said as they walked into the kitchen. Y/N rolled her eyes as she strolled to the fridge to grab a yogurt. She had heard so much about Tony’s protégé—Peter Parker—she felt like she already knew the guy. She had seen him around numerous times before, and maybe felt a little something for the boy, but along with that little something, which she also had yet to admit she felt to herself, she harbored a bit of hatred, and jealousy for him. Tony was Y/N’s only remaining close family. He was her cousin, but he felt more like an older brother to her and she more like a younger sister to him. Y/N felt like Peter was slowly snatching Tony away from her. And for her to feel jealous and some hate was certainly justified.
Although she was only fifteen years of age, Y/N had quite the complicated history.

Her family had been cruelly taken from her when she was at the tender age of five, and she was forced to live with her miserable grandmother from her father’s side of the family until she passed of old age when Y/N was ten years old. Y/N was more on the serious side, and didn’t appreciate jokes as often as Tony liked her to, though she hadn’t always been that way. Before her family had been so brutally taken from her, she once possessed the sweetest, bubbliest spirit in the entirety of her home. But the day after the fire that so mercilessly burned her family alive, Y/N forgot how to smile. She forgot how to laugh. She forgot how to be happy, and living with her insufferable grandmother did not better remedy this.

Tony was Y/N’s only real connection to herself. He was the reason Y/N still felt feelings, and the reason Y/N didn’t lose control of herself. To see a boy named Peter come in and slowly take that from her awoke a defensive lion deep within her. She didn’t want Tony to forget her. She didn’t want to be replaced by this… random boy who remained still so very naïve to the cruelty of the world.
“All right kiddo. We’re gonna do a bit of training once your done with that yogurt. I want to see how much you’ve improved since the last time.” Y/N had discovered her abilities by mistake. She discovered her ability to move things with her mind when she accidentally willed a glass of water to fall off the counter into the counter and her pyrokinesis when she nearly burned down one of the floors in the tower. At the time, Y/N didn’t know the extent of her own powers, and neither did Tony. So everyday, they would go down to a part of the training room built just for Wanda and Y/N to test the extents of her abilities for a while. Until Y/N got the offer to join the X-Men. They saw her at work once, and knew she’d be a real asset to their team. Tony allowed it, but only if she continued to stay at the tower with him. At the current moment, Y/N was taking some time off from fighting crime with the group to just be a person. And it just so happened that during the same time she was taking her break, Peter was coming to spend a week at the tower so Tony could do some extra training with him, and perhaps teach him some new moves to better improve his ability to fight.

“Is it a must? I mean, do we absolutely have to? Tony, I hold my own on the field. And I’m improving everyday.”

“Not while you sit on your ass you aren’t.”

“You’re humorously dramatic.” Y/N stated as she stood up from the stool to throw away the empty container and to put the spoon in the sink.

“Hurry up and get changed. I wanna get this done before little Parker gets here.”


“I think we’re good for today. You really have improved, wow.”

“I told you.” Y/N said as she walked out of the training room and walked into the hallway.

“Peter’s here.”

“Remind me again why he’s spending ten days here?”

“For a fun, smashing slumber party. of course.” Tony’s voice dripped heavily with sarcasm.

“Don’t be a smart ass.” Y/N countered back.

“Actually, he’s here because you’re going to train him.”

“Sorry, could you restate that for me? I seem to have misheard you.”

“Oh, you didn’t mishear me. You’re going to train Peter in hand to hand combat.”

“Why me, again?”

“You have some of the best hand to hand combat skills I’ve seen. I think he could benefit from your skills.” Y/N already held some hatred for the boy, and now she was going to spend ten days training the idiot? They walked the rest of the way to the entrance of the building in silence, but as they approached Peter, Tony made sure to remind Y/N to be nice.

“Me? Nice? Always.” Y/N answered back sarcastically.

“Ah, Peter. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Stark.” Tony nodded his head and then moved to introduce Y/N.

“Peter, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Peter.”

“Hi, I’m-I’m-I’m Peter. It’s-it’s nice to finally meet you. I mean you’re really cool, and I’ve seen you around before but to actually get to like meet you is amazing and I’m rambling.” Y/N wanted to be annoyed, she did. But she found him to be kind of… cute. Not liking the fact that she didn’t in fact find Peter annoying, she simply nodded her head and turned on her heel.

“Was it something I said?” Y/N heard Peter ask Tony.

“She’ll warm up to you. Just give her some time.” Tony answered back.


Peter had been at the tower for three days. He’d learned quite a bit from Y/N so far, but he knew he had a lot more to learn. With all the time he had spent with her, he’d come to notice that Y/N was quite intense. She had a very sarcastic, and dry sense of humor, though she never smiled, or laughed. She could be kind, or moderately kind, and she could be cold too. Yet somehow, he still felt oddly drawn to her.

And Y/N was not okay with the way she would feel around Peter. She could feel herself growing more and more attached to him, and she had no idea why. On one end, she wanted to hate him for slowly taking Tony away from her, but on the other, there was something about Peter that was endearing. Watching Peter fall on his ass while attempting a new move was funny enough to cause the shadow of a smile to ghost across her lips.

It was two thirty in the morning, and Y/N couldn’t sleep. She found her mind kept going back to thoughts of Peter. She knew exactly what it was, she was starting to like him. Although he was a little energetic and more talkative than Y/N would like of most people, she found that someway, somehow, she enjoyed his company. And she somewhat enjoyed training him as well. And that was not okay with her. That to her meant emotional vulnerability. It meant growing attached and dependent upon another individual, two things she had sworn away. Emotional attachment was vulnerability, and vulnerability was chance to strike.

She tossed in her bed, sleep completely evaded her until she finally decided it was no use trying any further. With irritation, she threw the blankets off of her body and walked out of her room and into the living room. She figured an episode or two of Game of Thrones or perhaps Supernatural would take her mind off of her troubles. She plopped herself in her favorite spot on the sofa and turned the television on.

While Y/N had struggled to find sleep, so had Peter. He turned to stare at the digital clock. 03:12. Maybe he needed to eat something? Peter threw the covers off of his body and as quietly as possible walked to the kitchen, until he noticed the flashing of lights in the main room. He walked as quietly as possible to the room to find Y/N seated comfortably on the couch. She was so focused on the display on the television, she hadn’t even noticed Peter entering.
“Game of Thrones? I love that show.” Peter commented as he forgot about his initial intent and walked to sit beside Y/N on the couch. She jumped at the sound of his voice and glared at him as he sat a few inches away.

“Don’t do that to me. I was this damn close to throwing a ball of fire at you. And it wouldn’t have tickled either.” Y/N said coldly as she turned back towards the screen on the television. She was no longer paying attention to the screen, but rather to the fact that she actually cared if she were to accidentally injure Peter.

She cared.

Again, this alarmed her. What is happening to you? Y/N asked herself.

“Who’s your favorite character?” Peter asked. Y/N forced her mind out of its distracted state and answered his question.

“Daenerys.” Y/N answered back simply.

“I like her too. But my favorite is Tyrion.”

“I find his sense of humor to be quite funny, actually.” Peter looked over at Y/N and noticed the slightest smile on her lips, almost like a ghost. They watched the episodes together, mostly in silence. Y/N felt so at ease with Peter. He was seated a little close to her, something that traditionally would bother her, but for some reason, not with Peter. She felt more comfortable and secure, if anything.

Tony had been correct, Y/N was undoubtedly warming up to Peter.


A/N: I swear, there will be a part two and I’ll actually post it today, but that all depends on how well this part does 👀

Can I kiss you? (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Request: cinderella imagine where the reader is cinderella and holland is the prince. the scenes about the ball dance, and finding cinderella

A/N: I don’t know if this is what you wanted, so sorry if it isn’t! :( I really like the way it turned out at the end, so I hope you do as well! x


Being Tony Stark’s cousin is usually great, but sometimes, you just hate it. He always invites your parents and you to his parties, and considering how young you are, you can’t speak to other people nor drink. Everyone tends to be old, and people usually think you are Tony’s lost child instead of his cousin.
This time, you have had to ditch up a boy you are supposed to go on a date with because Tony is throwing a masquerade to celebrate an addition to The Avengers team. You have been waiting for the boy to ask you out for ages, and when he finally has, you have to ditch him. How life works.
You arrive at the party looking annoyed -just how you feel. People can’t tell, because your mask covers half of your face, but you are sending glares at everyone. You can only think about what you could be doing now -have dinner and then, maybe, kiss. But nope, you have to be at a party that you don’t even want to be in.
You make it to the bar and ask for a coke, just to have something to hold in your hands. Turning around, you see Wanda, wearing a really small mask, not caring about people knowing who she is, and you approach her, considering she is probably the youngest person in the room apart from you.
‘You don’t want to be here, do you?’ she asks just as you sit next to her. You shake your head and take a sip from your drink, looking around.
‘Who is my cousin using as an excuse to throw a party?’ you ask, trying to recognize somebody else from the team.
‘Oh, you’ll like him. He is your age, I believe’ Wanda says softly.
‘I don’t think I will. I was supposed to be on a date, and thanks to that person, here I am’ you say harshly, still mad. You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, and suddenly, your cousin’s laugh rings through your ears.
‘Don’t be scared, [Y/N]! I just want to introduce you to the new addition! Peter, this is [Y/N]’ Tony says. You turn around in your sit, expecting to see some tall, big guy, like Steve, but you are met up with a short, scrawny boy, but who has beautiful brown eyes, which you see through his mask, and a shy smile.
‘Nice to meet you’ he says, a small smile on his lips. You say the same and shake his hand, smiling at him. Tony just keeps on talking to Wanda, and Steve appears, giving you some conversation. Peter is just standing there, and you can tell he feels awkward, both because of the fact that everyone is older and the fact that he knows nobody. You feel bad for him, because if it weren’t for the team, you would feel as lost as him.
Saying bye to Steve, you get up from your sit and look at Peter.
‘Follow me’ you say, and he thinks about it for a second before nodding and walking right behind you. You lead him to the rooftop, a place which is usually closed if it were not for the fact that F.R.I.D.A.Y. practically adores you. ‘I know you are feeling kind of lost. I feel like that most of the time my cousin makes me come, to be honest. I like to come up here when I feel nervous or stressed’ you whisper, looking at the city in front of you. You can hear the music from where you are standing, a slow song an old couple has probably requested.
‘It’s just… Everyone here has cool powers, and they all know each other, and I’m the new one and people are just looking at me waiting for me to do something wrong. I feel pressured to be perfect’ he whispers, looking at you. ‘Do you-do you want to dance?’ he asks, probably trying to erase the tension and offering you his hand. You take it, blushing slightly. You dance close to each other, your head resting on his shoulder. When the song finishes, the two of you pull apart, and you feel his lips getting dangerously closer to yours. You pull apart completely, shaking your head.
‘I-I can’t do it. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a part of this world. I always worry about Tony making it out okay -I can’t worry about you as well, Peter. I’m sorry’ you say, leaving the rooftop and leaving him standing there. You call a cab and go home, texting your parents and telling them you have left the party. You press your head to the cab window, and think, ‘how has he done it to have me falling in less than an hour’. You don’t know, but you surely want to.


Two weeks after, you still feel guilty about leaving Peter standing there. You have gone on a date with the boy you ditched, but he turned out to be an asshole who only liked you for your family’s money. You stand by your locker, looking at your phone when a message suddenly appears.
A driver will be picking you up after school. You are having lunch here with the team, your parents are out of town.
You smile at your cousin’s message -lunch with the team usually turn up to be such a mess, no matter how much everyone tries to be serious and mature. Taking your books, you walk to your next class, waiting for the school day to come to an end.
An hour later, you leave school talking to a friend about the plans you have for the weekend. You look around, trying to find the usual driver your cousin normally sends to pick you up, and while looking, you see a boy standing next to a car that belongs to Tony, his hands on his jeans pockets. He waves at you, a shy smile adorning his face, and you wave back, not really knowing who he is. He then scratches his neck, and you think about what makes him so familiar. You then realize Peter scratched his neck the same way, and it all makes sense. Blushing, you turn around to say bye to your friend, and she smirks at you.
‘So that’s the reason you have been so dreamy and unfocused’ she says, laughing.
‘Shut up’ you say, your cheeks a dark tone of red. ‘He’s just an intern at my cousin’s tower, I don’t even know him that much’.
‘Sure, hon’ she answers, still laughing. ‘Is he the one from the masquerade?’ you nod, still blushing. She kisses your cheeks and you part ways, you walking to the car.
‘Hi. Where is mister Sheperd?’ you ask Peter as soon as you approach him, trying not to look him in the eye so he won’t recognize you.
‘He’s on vacation, I think. Tony just said it’d be nice of me to pick his cousin up’ he says with a shrug. You can tell he is shy as well.
You just get into the car saying no more. You tend to sit on the back seat, but thinking it would look rude, you decide to sit on the passenger seat, next to Peter. After ten minutes in the car in complete silence, you decide to break it.
‘What’s the reason behind you working for my cousin?’ you ask, trying to discover his superpowers.
‘I-I’m just an intern’ he stutters.
‘You didn’t say that at the masquerade-oh, shit’ you say as soon as you realize your mistake. He pulls at the breaks harshly, making the car stop abruptly. You can feel your cheeks getting red, and you try not to look at him.
‘Wait, you are [Y/N]?’ he asks, incredulous. You nod swiftly and finally look at him, his eyes completely open and his mouth almost the same. ‘I-shit, it would’ve been so much easier finding you if I had known you were a Stark. I have searched through every [Y/N] in New York’ he says, mostly to himself. You laugh a little and his cheeks turn red as well. He sits straight and keeps driving once the traffic light turns green.’That sounded a lot like stalking. I didn’t stalk you. I just-I wanted to know who you were, you know?’ you smile and nod, looking at him. He is even more handsome without the mask on, and you can’t help but feel nervous. ‘You are way prettier without the mask on. I mean-you are not ugly with the mask, like, you are never ugly, you are really pretty, I mean’ he says, blushing. ‘I should probably stop rambling.’
You laugh and look at the road, waiting to get to the tower.
After lunch, which includes food being thrown across the table and you beating Steve at who ate the pudding faster, you go to the room your cousin has for you there and just sit on your bed, taking your stuff out of your backpack to do your homework. Just as you are about to start, you hear a slight knock on the door, and yell a ‘come in’ before looking back at your notebook.
‘Hey -oh, you’re busy. I’ll come back later’ Peter says. You look at him and shake your head.
‘No!’ you say, sounding desperate. You blush and Peter does as well. ‘Sit here’ you say, patting the spot next to you on your bed. He looks over your shoulder at your notebook.
‘I can help you with that,’ he says ‘if you want. I’m in AP Maths, so that’s pretty easy for me.’
You nod, happy that you won’t have to spend the next two hours trying to solve a problem, and he bends a little more, his chest somehow pressed against your back, his arm almost wrapped around you.
‘That x is wrong. It shouldn’t be there. And also this y…’ he keeps on talking, but you can only think about the warmth his body radiates. You turn your head, being met with his lips extremely close to yours. He automatically shuts up and looks at your lips. ‘Can I kiss you?’ he softly asks, his breath tingling in your lips.
Please’ you whisper, getting closer. You forget about all your worries once his lips are on your own, and you press your hand to his cheek, caressing it. The kiss becomes more heated, and you two end up making out on your bed, before pulling apart to breathe.
‘That was…’
‘Wow’ you complete, laughing a little.
‘I’m Spiderman’ he blurts out out of the blue, and you open your eyes and look directly at him. ‘That’s why your cousin chose me. I-I thought if we are going to, I don’t know, go out or something, you should know.’
You don’t know what to say. Can you just go back and act as if you had never kissed and everything was normal? No, you definitely can’t.
‘Well, let’s forget what I said two weeks ago. If I have to worry about one person, I might as well worry about two, right?’ you say, laughing softly. You feel him relax under you, and you just lay your head on his chest. ‘And about the going out part, I’m free every afternoon. I’m fine with watching movies at my place -don’t really want to do it in the tower with everyone. I’ll give you my address’ you say, snuggling right beside him.
Two hours later you wake up to the sound of Wanda’s voice saying, ‘see guys? I told her she’d like him.’ Opening your eyes, you are met up with the whole team looking directly at you, Tony looking pissed. You groan and laugh, throwing a pillow at them, and fall back to sleep in Peter’s arms.

never can say goodbye pt. 2 - peter parker

Originally posted by marvelgifs

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I request a Peter P. Imagine where he and y/n where bff and one day they got into a huge fight because he was always late and she didn’t knew why (because of his spidey duty) and Peter said smth in the fight that made y/n cry and run away and then she didn’t talked to him for 3 weeks and you can make a fluffy end? Thank u❤❤❤❤❤❤

description: the aftermath of y/n’s fight with peter. (platonic relationship through and through)  

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: language

author’s note: i wasn’t gonna write a part two to this but whatever, might as well. i made this much more intense than i think the anon requested but like… that’s how i live my life! if i forgot to tag you i’m sorry and i hate myself 


It takes one look from your mother the following morning to know her child is heartbroken. 

For you, however, it feels less like your heart is shattered, and more like it has been cut out of your chest with a dull knife. You wake up with a throbbing head and aching all over your body, Peter’s words looping over and over; you don’t mean anything to me anymore. You don’t mean anything to me anymore. You don’t mean anything to me anymore. 

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Drabble Challenge

okay so this is not my drabble list but i found it on tumblr so all credit goes out to the person who made this. send me in any numbers and who you would like it to be about (example peter parker, tom holland, stiles stillnski, etc…) 

leave the number and person/character in my ask and id be happy to write it!!

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
3. ‘You can’t just sit there all day.”
4. “I’m too sober for this.”
5. “I’m not here to make friends.”
6. “I need a place to stay.”
7. “Well, that’s tragic.”
8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
11. Dear Diary, …”
12. She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
13. “I lost our baby.”
14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“18. What’s the matter, sweetie?”
19. “You’re Satan.”
20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
22. “Did you just hiss at me?”
23. “Do you really need all that candy?”
24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
27. “No. Regrets.”
28. “How drunk was I?”
29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
30. “Be you. No one else can.”
31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”
32. “I locked the keys in the car.”
33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”
35. “Take your medicine.”
36. “They’re monsters.”
37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”
38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”
41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
42. “Stop being so cute.”
43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
44. “You need to see a doctor.”
45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
46. “I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
48. “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
51. “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
52. “There’s a herd of them!”
53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
54. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
55. “You’re a nerd.”
56. “I’m late.”
57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
58. “You smell like a wet dog.”
59. “I could punch you right now.”
60. “Are you going to talk to me?”
61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
64. “Here, take my blanket.”
65. “I don’t want you to stop.”
66. “How could I ever forget about you?”
67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
68. “Run for it!”
69. “We need to talk.”
70. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
71. “I want a pet.”
72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
73. “I’m not wearing a dress.”
74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”
75. “Quit beating me up!”
76. “Please put your penis away.”
77. “It’s a Texas thing.”
78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
79. “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
80. “Does he know about the baby?”
81. “Hold still.”
82. “I just ironed these pants!”
83. “Enough with the sass!”
84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”
85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
86. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
87. “Stay awake.”
88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
89. “You’re not interested, are you?”
90. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
91. “Tell me you need me.”
92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
93. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
97. “You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

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Stupid Fights [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Can you do one of Peter Parker with prompts 5,18, and 149? Thank you so much!!

Prompts: 

  • 5: “Why do you hate me?”
  • 18: “I wish I’d never met you.”
  • 149: “Since when have we ever been friends?”

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 546 (Sorry it’s so short!)

Warnings: None?

A/N: I’m really sorry about how long this took me to get up. I had a pretty bad day yesterday and I couldn’t find the will power to post anything. Anyways, this was written on my phone and I haven’t edited it so there may be a few mistakes. Also, let me know if you want me to add you to a taglist that I’ll probably make soon!

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“Since when have we ever been friends?” Peter glares at you with an intensity that almost rivals your own glare. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed directly at you as you stared him down.

This was how it had always been between the both of you. One minute, your were on top of each other, your lips connected and your hands wandering and the next you were arguing and throwing pointless insults back and forth.

“I wish I’d never met you.” He spits, running an angry hand through his hair. It was something stupid this time; he had come home tired and in a bad mood from his usual patrol and for some reason unknown to you he had decided to take it out on you.

“You are such a–” You sigh. “Why do you hate me?”

Peter’s eyes widen at your words, his eyebrows furrowing and whatever it was that had sparked the argument this time escaping from his memory. He cursed himself for letting him lead you to think that he hates you.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N,” Peter’s expression is suddenly softer, his hand reaching to grab yours.

“You literally just said you wished you’d never met me,” You mumble, your eyes watering as you finally feel the need to spill your feelings about your breaking relationship.

You were sick of the way Peter would always start an argument with you about things that were by no means important. You knew that being Spider-Man had Peter stressed out so you had decided that you would give him the benefit of the doubt. It did hurt your feelings the way Peter would end up releasing his stress on you and you eventually came to have had enough of it.

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” Your eyes fall to your lap, your fingers lacing through each other as you sit yourself down on his bed sulkily. “That’s what you said last time too. “

Peter bites his lip, frowning as he urges you to continue. He knew that whatever you say would probably be right and he knew that he was most definitely in the wrong. None of these stupid arguments were your fault.

“You just–you start up these stupid fights every other night. It’s like we’re always arguing and it’s always pointless,” You wipe at your tears with the back of your hand, avoiding his gaze. He just wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him and hoping that you couldn’t hear his heart beat out of his chest. “You say some really hurtful things sometimes, Peter. I know that being Spider-Man is difficult; that’s why I didn’t say anything until now.”

“It is hard,” He says, “but there’s no reason for me to have taken it out on you. I’m sorry, Y/N. I do love you, so so much.”

You nod, mumbling your reply as you just nuzzle closer into him. Neither of you say a word as you just enjoy the silence and the feeling of being in each other’s arms. There was a lump in Peter’s throat as he brainstormed ways he could possibly make it up to you. He hated knowing that he had been hurting you for so long.