Someone Please Help.

Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

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➳ Keys: 💙=fluff, 💔 = heartbreak, 💘= fluff + angst, 😝= Crack fic, 💦= smut, ✨= implies sexual themes

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↳ Kisses for Pete 💙 [complete]- [wc: 3.1k]

Summary: a series of unconnected blurbs (>100) where you kiss Peter in different ways.

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Best Friends, Right? || Tom Holland x Reader

warnings: none

synopsis: after an awkward encounter with your bestfriend, you learn how much you really mean to each other.

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2004

The London weather was slightly over cast as the moving trucks pulled up to you knew home. You and your parents had moved to Kingston, London from East Croydon and it was safe to say it was definitely an upgrade.

You were only six years old when you parents decided on a change of scenery. They both relocated to central London for work and thought that Kingston would be nice place for you to grow up.

“Hi there! You must M/N and D/N.” A red headed women smiled as she walked out of her house. Your new neighbour looked friendly enough. “And you must be little Y/N.” She smiled as she bent down to your level.

“Yes! Hi! So nice to meet you.” Your mother smiled back at her as they made friendly conversation. Your dad was chatting to an average sized man with curly black hair and glasses. You’d learnt that his name was Dom and his wife, Niki had four sons. The oldest, Tom was 8. The twins, Harry and Sam, were 5. Just a few months younger than you, and a baby boy named Paddy.

You quickly became fast friends with all of them, playing different video games and board games whilst Dom and Niki helped your parents move in next door.

When you were 11 and Tom was 13, you’d developed a bit of a crush on Tom. At one point, you’d avoid him at all costs and even wrote ‘Mrs Y/N Holland’ on the back of your bedroom door, covering it with a poster to hide it from everyone. Eventually you’d grown out of your crush and moved on, seeing no real possibility of anything happening.

You had become to the closest to Harry and Sam because of your age similarity and especially Harry because of your interests.

Being an only child, you were glad to get along so well with them and finally felt like you had siblings. Over the years, your families become extremely close, spending holidays and birthdays together, and supporting each other with everything. You’d attend school plays, band performances, and award ceremonies with each other and eventually would watch Dom’s comedy shows with the twins when you turned 18.

It was around this time that Tom had become increasingly more famous and when he was home, you’d help him run lines or give notes on his performance. Eventually, you’d grown apart as he was always so busy travelling the world and you’d missed him greatly but when he was home it was like everything was back to normal.

2021

It was the first time in months that everyone was in London and agreed to go out. The summer weather was still warming up the sky, even at night and you were excited to spend time with everyone.

It was almost 7 o’clock when you’d walked next door to the Holland household. Since it was still warm and you’d be getting very drunk, you’d opted for a light blue denim mini skirt, white platform trainers, and a white strapless crop top. You looked good and you knew it.

Inside, Harry and Sam were making their pre drinks, Grace was scrolling on her phone which meant Harrison was somewhere in the house, and Tom was know where to be seen.

“Oi, Y/N drink this!” Sam said handing you a drink that tasted like pure piss. It was about 80 percent vodka, 20 percent Red Bull.

“Fuckin hell.” You cringed as you gulped down the drink making the twins laugh. You greeted Grace with a hug and then Harrison came down the stairs. “Hey man.” You hugged him.

“Listen, I’m just gonna go to the toilet, and then we’ll go yeah.” You said as you walked up the stairs. Grace and Harrison were giggling about something and the twins were too busy taking selfie’s so you were basically talking to yourself.

You were just about to round the corner when a large, hard, and wet body smacked right into you, sending you to the ground. It was Tom. He’d just come out of the shower and the damp, white towel wrapped around his waist had fallen to the ground, revealing everything to you. Yours and his eyes widened like saucers as he realised what was happening.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he scrambled for the towel to cover himself.

It all happened so fast that by the time you jumped to your feet, he had already sunken off to his bedroom.

You stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, completely in shock. You just saw Toms... everything.

Yikes.

A few minutes later you heard Sam drunkenly yell from down stairs. “Y/N! Let’s fuckin’ go!”

You quickly checked your hair and makeup and walked down the stairs to see everyone waiting on you. Including Tom.

This was gonna be a long night.

The first pub in the list was The Grey Horse. It was close enough to walk so you and the others set out. Harrison and Harry were laughing about something to themselves, Sam was chatting on the phone to his girlfriend about the plans for the night and Tom was just wondering along by himself, seemingly deep in thought.

The pub was fairly empty when you arrived. The band was still setting up doing sound check and their was a small group of guys playing pool.

Everyone order there drinks and walked over to a table except you. You stayed at the bar whilst the bartender poured you and extra shot that you downed immediately.

“You good?” Grace asked beside you, startling you.

“Bathroom. Now.” You said dragging Grace by the arm towards the bathroom.

Tom saw this and figured you were telling her about what happened. Yay. This was the worst.

“What?” Grace asked.

“I saw Tom.” You blurted out with side eyes.

“You saw Tom...?” Grace repeated, not understanding where you were going with this.

Instead saying it and dying of embarrassment, you awkwardly gestured to your nether region with a cringed look on your face.

Graces eyes followed your hands and then widened in realisation.

“No!” She gasped and starting laughing, making you want to crawl into a hole. “How?”

“I ran into him when he came out of the shower and his towel fell off.” You mumbled.

At this point, Grace burst out in laughter.

“Was it big?” She asked, half teasing you. You told about the time you used to like him years ago so she was definitely having fun with this. She’d probably even up telling Harrison later if Tom didn’t.

“Stop!” You cringed, putting your hands over your face.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. How did you react?” “He ran off before I could even say sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You mumbled. “This is the worst.”

Grace squinted her eyes at you. “Do you... like him again?”

You were about to say absolutely not but nothing came out. Did you like him again? Did you ever stop liking him? You’d never really thought about recently.

You let out a defeated sigh and nearly collapsed from the embarrassment.

“Oh Y/N.” Grace cooed as she hugged you. “Come on, let’s get drunk and deal with this tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You walked out of the bathroom and back towards the tables. Grace sat down next to Harrison and you next to her. Tom was sitting directly across from you.

“Where’d you two go?” Harrison asked as the two of you sat down. You looked up clocked eyes with Tom, immediately shooting your head down.

“Just the bathroom.” Grace smiled sweetly.

You eventually ordered drink after drink and then shot after shot, and eventually becoming extremely drunk. You and grace were sat at the table, huddled up together, eating cheese and onion crisps, absolutely wasted.

The boys were up and playing pool so you and Grace could talk freely.

“What am I even meant to say to him? Hey Tom, nice cock?” You slurred your words slightly.

Grace started laughing and so did you. This caught Toms attention. He liked the sound of your laugh.

With Tom being distracted, he didn’t take his shot. “It’s your turn, dickhead!” Harrison laughed. Tom cleared his throat and quickly took his shot, ultimately losing the game as being too distracted the whole time.

“Jeez you suck.” Harry laughed as they put their pool cues down and walked back over to the table.

“What are you two laughing at?” Harrison asked. Toms ears grew hot as he imagined they’d be laughing at him accidentally flashing his pork sword right in Y/N’s face.

“Nothing.” You said awkwardly as you downed the rest of your drink.

The night progressed on and you’d decided on going to the next pub. The Willoughby Arms.

Sam had decided to disappear early as his girlfriend wasn’t very happy. “Listen, if I don’t go now I might not have one tomorrow.” He complained as he necked his beer and ran out the door.

You’d arrived at the Willoughby Arms at almost 11 and the place was close to being packed.

The drinks flowed and pretty soon Harry was chatting up some girl he’d met and it looked like he was keen to leave with her. He whispered something in Harrison’s ear causing Harrison to smirk and then he left with the girl in toe. Not before sending you a cheeky wink for good measure of course.

So it just left you, Grace, Harrison and Tom.

Then Grace had a rather devious idea of her own. She started kissing Harrison’s ear and whispering something. It was kind of grossing you out until you realised what she was doing.

Harrison awkwardly cleared his throat as held Grace close. “Hey listen, we’re gonna head out too.” He said eagerly.

Tom silently cursed and seemed to understand it was just gonna you and him for the remainder of the night.

You subtly grabbed Grace’s wrist and whisper yelled at her. “The fuck is this?” You said wide eyed.

“Have fun.” She replied as she gave you a cheeky smile, walking out the door with Harrison hot on her heal.

You awkwardly turned to Tom and see him already watching you.

“So...” you began, not really knowing what to say. “Another drink?”

In the fifteen years you’d known him, you’d never run out of things to say. You’d always have something to talk about or laugh about and this was definitely painful.

“Sure.”

You and Tom ordered shots and made awkward small talk until eventually you both became so drunk that the conversation flowed like it normally would.

“Are you kidding? Spider-Man is not that strong!” You laughed.

“Yes he is! It’s comic facts!” Tom laughed back.

Honestly you didn’t even remember what you’d been talking about but you were glad to be somewhat back to normal with him.

“Alright, last one and than everyone’s out of here.” The bartender said to you as he placed two pints on the bar. You hadn’t even realised how late it had gotten. It was 3:30 am.

After you and Tom downed your pints as fast as possible, you’d decided it was time for kebabs and bed.

You both stumbled down the streets of London, tripping and giggling the whole way there.

“I missed this.” You practically moaned, closing your eyes under the washed out neon lights of the 24 hour kebab shop.

Tom looked at you through tired eyes as you leaned your head against the cold tiles. You looked beautiful, he thought to himself.

“I missed you.” He mumbled, smiling at you. You couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that you’d seen more of him than you ever thought you would.

He laughed as well. “Let’s go to sleep.”

You both stumbled up to the front door of Tom’s parents house, nearly breaking several pot plants in the process, and shushed him as you opened the door.

You both tried to keep quiet as you stumbled in and turned to face each other. An overwhelming amount of confidence washed over you and you placed your hands on Tom’s shoulders and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Tom didn’t really react but you didn’t blame him. It probably felt like kissing his sister.

“That was weird.” You said as you pulled away. Sure, it was weird kissing Tom for the first time but you didn’t hate it.

“Yeah.. it was.” Tom mumbled back, processing the kiss in his mind.

“Well, bedtime!” You beamed, almost awkwardly, stepping away from Tom. You were about the walk to the guest room or Harry’s room to sleep in but felt yourself being pulled into Tom’s bedroom.

Tom kissed you as he tried to kick off his shoes, stumbling around in the process. Once they were off, he was pulling your body into his and weaving a hand through your hair.

You both fell on the bed as Tom kissed your jaw and down your neck.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Tom asked in between breaths.

“Yeah, of kind.” You almost moaned.

It all happened so fast and the next thing you knew, you were waking up with a pounding headache and some fluffy brown hair tickling your face.

You opened your eyes to the blinding sun coming through the curtains and looked around. Tom’s room?

Oh fuck.

Tom’s bedroom.

Tom’s bed.

You were in Tom’s bed.

By process of elimination, you figured the curly brown hair belonged to Tom.

You awkwardly and as quietly as possible tried to sneak out of the bed and locate your clothes from last night and put them back on

You were too busy trying to lace up your shoes that you didn’t realise Tom had stirred in his sleep and rolled over. You looked up and noticed how peaceful he looked. You almost felt bad for running out like this but then you thought you wouldn’t be caught dead facing the humiliation of this whole situation.

You slipped out of the bedroom and tiptoes down the stairs and into the kitchen as you dialled Grace’s number.

“Mm hello?” She groggily answered the phone, probably having just woken up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You whispered yelled, trying not to wake anyone in the house.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” Grace giggled. You could tell she had a shit eating smirk on her face.

“What was your plan Huh? Make Tom and I hang out alone and see where that leads us?” You shrieked.

“Well actually, I was just hoping that you’d talk...” Grace paused, “why?”

You thought about not telling her for a second. You thought that maybe you could not tell anyone, dye your hair black and move to another country and forget the only thing. Although you didn’t want to do that. You kind of didn’t really regret what happened last night.

“We slept together.” You mumbled softly. There was long pause on the other end until you heard Grace speak again.

“Oh, my god.” She didn’t even know what to say. Just as you were about to respond, you heard the wooden floorboard creak behind you. You turned around to see a sleepy, shirtless Tom standing at the bottom of the stairs ruffling up his morning hair. Or sex hair. You quickly pressed the hang up bottom and slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Hi.” You replied back making the silence even more uncomfortable.

“Last night was...” you started.

“Unexpected?” He finished for you.

“Yeah.” You breathed out and stood there awkwardly. Tom gulped and averted his eyes, not really knowing where to look or what to do with his hands.

“You wanna get something to eat?” Tom asked you timidly. In all the years that you’d known Tom, you’d known that he was never one to stay and cuddle with his hookups. Sure, there weren’t that many but over the years, every girl that wasn’t a girlfriend was just a one night stand. He’d certainly never ask them to get breakfast the next morning. Maybe it was because he knew you so well or because maybe somewhere deep down he wanted you to stay with him longer. Either way, relief washed over you. You gave a small and sheepish smile.

“Breakfast sounds good.”

0. i hate her

pairing: peter b. parker x fem! reader

synopsis: in which y/n hates everything about peter parker, especially the way she can’t really hate him

↳ loosely based on the movie with the same title

warnings: cursing, fluff, a generous amount of angst, peter's an asshole, y/n's an asshole, familial death, incarceration. i don't know if there's more.

chapter warnings: cursing, starts off slow, flash.

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The brisk air of the changing seasons accompanied Peter as he made his way to the school entrance from the train stop. His headphones sat snuggly inside his ears, playing a song that made the usually lonely journey to school less so. Ned didn’t take the same route as he did, so he had no one to talk to or make the trek to school less boring. He didn’t mind it; it gave him time to think and even finish school work. Still, sometimes he wanted someone by his side so he could discuss whatever was on his mind that day or ask questions whenever an assignment didn’t make sense.

The long ride to the school did give him time to people watch. There were times when he would deduce who could be a possible threat. Other times, he would simply look at people and try to figure out their stories without actually talking to them. The old lady who brought her cat onto the subway had severe separation anxiety caused by her estranged son. The man with exhausted eyes who looked like he was on the brink of passing out on his seat had a newborn daughter at home. And Peter was just trying to get to school, along with the other teenager on the subway. He didn’t talk to him, they were on entirely different wavelengths, but there was an understanding between the two of them. Whenever they saw each other, they would nod their heads in greeting. They would always sit one seat away from one another, and if the other was running late, they would wait.

He made his way up the stairs and towards the school, turning up the volume as a way to tune out the sounds of high school that he hated. The cheery rhymes that left the sounds of the cheerleaders to the arguing of students over who was right; he hated them before the bite, and he especially despised them now that he had hypersensitive hearing. Sighing in annoyance, he looked both ways before crossing the street only to rush forward as a car came barreling down the road.

“I swear to god, Y/N!” he heard her sister, Juliette, shriek, “we almost killed him!”

“But we didn’t. If you’re going to complain about my driving, then you can take the bus, Jules,”

“You almost killed someone!” Peter heard her exclaim. He could feel the way Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s only Peter,” she stated, making eye contact with him through the rearview as she let students pass, “who cares if he gets slightly scuffled?”

“You have literal issues,” Julie gasped. The car sped down the road, leaving Peter alone with a slightly elevated heart rate and irritation laced in his bones. It was the first day of school, and he nearly got run over. And by his ex-best friend turned enemy at that. He couldn’t wait to complain to Ned.

Their dynamic had changed, and Peter blamed her. They became friends because of Y/N’s grandmother and May in kindergarten. They were two birds of a feather until halfway towards seventh grade when Y/N became snippy and ruined what Peter thought was their perfect friendship. They drifted apart, and he blamed her for it breaking apart. He watched as she became someone he didn’t know anymore and left him behind. He just didn’t think it was fair for her to act self-righteous when she ruined their relationship.

“You okay, Pete?” Ned questioned as he fell into step with Peter, who was fuming with irritation.

“Yeah, just almost got run over by Midtown’s resident ice bitch,” he gritted. Ned nodded in response. He was friends with both Peter and Y/N once upon a time. Still, after everything she had put them through and the abrupt way she ended their friendship, he sided with Peter and subsequently lost a friend. He figured it was for the best. He wasn’t as resentful as Peter was—his friendship with Y/N hadn’t been built in kindergarten—but he still didn’t appreciate her actions.

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding, “are you okay at least?”

“Yeah, but it did sorta ruin my mood,” Peter confessed. He was having a pretty good morning until his reflexes were put to the test. He woke up on the right side of the bed and had time to eat breakfast with May before she went to work. The walk towards the subway station was nice; he said hi to everyone he usually greeted and even got a muffin from the lady with the three-year-old daughter. Then the subway wasn’t as busy as it usually was, so he wasn’t squashed next to the man with the foul body odor and could actually sit down. All of that happiness came crashing down the second he saw her in her car, looking unapologetic for nearly killing him and then dismissing her sister for chastising her.

“Well, get happy, my arachnid friend, because I heard some exciting news,” Ned smiled, poking him on the arm as they walked to their first class.

“What?”

“You’re top of our class, which means you’re a shoo-in for valedictorian,” Ned said excitedly. Peter grinned at that. All of his hard work would finally be noticed and celebrated. He had been working on greeting his class for four years, doing extracurriculars, and taking on extra projects for grade boosts. Sometimes he even stayed after school to help his teachers grade papers or help the librarian sort the books back into their respective spots on the shelves. It would all be worth it in the end after he finally reached the goal he had set for himself his freshman year.

There was a snag in his plans. While he may have been top of his class, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be pushed from his place. Y/N Y/L/N was the smartest girl at Midtown. She was everything he wasn’t. She was popular—if the excessive amounts of clubs she was part of were any indication. She was social—everyone talked about the interactions they had with Midtown’s princess. She was everywhere, and nothing Peter was. She was the head of the planning committee, and everyone knew that any school party planned by Y/N Y/L/N never disappointed. Peter couldn’t compete. He found peace in knowing that he was slightly better than her at academics.

The two continued walking in silence, content with the atmosphere they had created after finding out that Peter would finally have something go his way for once. He figured it was the least the universe could do for him. He had lost both parents before he could make memories with them, then he lost his best friend, and then he got bitten by a spider that changed his life; for better or for worse, he didn’t know. Being valedictorian wouldn’t take away the hurt the world inflicted on him, but it would make him feel somewhat better.

With a skip in his step, he walked into class with a grin so large, he didn’t think anything could bring him down. Of course, he thought wrong. His English teacher had to make a day he felt he could turn around into one he wished would end faster.

“It’s about time you all had a project—the topic of discussion, poetry. You will be partnered up and tasked with reading and creating your own poems by the end of the month,” she paused, waiting for her class to stop looking at one another and whispering amongst themselves, “I’ve already chosen your partners, so it would do you all some good to stop getting your hopes up and listen.”

With that, the high schoolers shifted in their seats and gave their attention back to their teacher. She was good at pairing up students who were cordial with one another and worked well together. Friendships usually sparked from her partnering, sometimes even relationships. So Peter, and the rest of the class, weren’t as annoyed as they wanted to be. They knew she wouldn’t let them down. Peter waited eagerly as she listed off students who would be working together. He hoped he got paired up with someone who matched his work ethic or someone he got along with.

“Peter Parker, you will be with Y/N Y/L/N,” and just like that, he hated English class and lost all faith in his teacher. He looked across the room to where the said girl was seated. She was writing in her planner—Peter was sure she was planning Ms. Ingrid’s death—but she looked up when her name was called. She turned her head and met Peter’s eyes, unamused and bored. She shook her head and looked at her planner once again. Peter took that as a sign to do the same and focus on anything other than his rising anger.

Peter watched as everyone moved to meet their partners, many of them happily talking to one another. He was stubborn. He decided that if she wasn’t going to make an effort to push aside whatever hatred she had towards him and talk to him for the sake of their grades, he wasn’t going to. He was going to sit in his seat and read a poem from the packet his teacher had handed out. Just because he had a lousy partner didn’t mean his grade had to suffer. He would complete the project by himself if he had to.

“Mister Parker, last I checked, you were to be working with Miss Y/L/N,” Miss Ingrid quipped as she walked to Peter’s desk with a teasing smile.

“Actually, Miss, I was hoping I could talk to you about that?” He asked. He liked Miss Ingrid. She was understanding and compassionate, and she didn’t talk down to her students as if they were children.

“Something wrong, Peter?” she asked, concerned. Peter felt bad. He knew he was petty, and his favorite teacher didn’t need to be pulled down to his level. But he couldn’t bring himself to work with someone who didn’t want to work with him. That usually meant he was left to do the work by himself and watch the other person still get credit. It infuriated him so much he would rather do the project himself from the start.

“Yeah, um, I can’t work with Y/N,” he muttered, smiling at her with an embarrassed smile. Peter admitted it sounded stupid and childish when said aloud, but he had his reasons.

“And, pray tell, Peter, why not?”

“I just don’t think we would work well together,” he confessed. Seeing the look on her face, Peter was quick to defend himself more, “and I just don’t want to do the work for someone else and have them get credit for doing nothing. So, if it’s alright with you, Miss Ingrid, I would like to work on this on my own.” He was practically begging. Hoping she would agree.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but this is a partner project. To lessen the workload,” she sighed, “besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about with Y/N; she’s very good at doing her share.” She stood up with those final words and tapped the table before standing up and sending him a smile. He sighed, putting his head down and looking at his desk in annoyance. He looked up when a book landed on his desk. Closing his eyes to keep himself from exploding at whoever shattered his tranquility, he was met with eyes he used to find joy looking into. Now, he never wanted to look into them ever again.

“We’re partners. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, but we have to do it otherwise, our grades will plummet, and you can’t afford that if you want to be valedictorian. So, we’re going to push our difference aside for this one project and do it, so we never have to talk to again,” she said curtly.

That left no room for argument, which caused Peter to nod his head in agreement. She was right; he couldn’t afford to lose the one thing he was looking forward to being. Sighing deeply, he motioned for her to sit down and opened the book she threw on his desk. She took a seat beside him and opened another poetry book, focusing on the words written on the paper and trying to plan their poem out. They had to get a good grade; she didn’t want him to blame her for something else.

Despite his annoyance and hatred towards her, he couldn’t help but glance up from the book he was reading. Of course, he had seen her around, it was hard to ignore one of the most known girls in the school, but he had never taken the time to admire her. His anger and betrayal kept him from doing so. She still had the same gleeful look in her eyes and the confident aura around her. Time had done her well. She had lost her kidlike features, and it was evident that she had matured. He would be a liar if he said she wasn’t pretty, and even that didn’t truly justify it.

When the bell signaled the end of class, Peter quickly grabbed his belongings and left the classroom. He didn’t stop to wait for anyone, much less Y/N. Their only interactions would be in the English room, a controlled space where she couldn’t kill him for so much as breathing in her direction. Walking towards his locker, he heard the noises of people as they navigated the busy halls of the school. Stopping at his locker with a sigh, he leaned his head on the cool metal. The day had been long, and he shrill had six other classes to go to.

A tap on his shoulder made him pick up his head. Y/N stood in front of him, bouncing on her feet as she played with her fingers.

“You left before I could ask when you can meet up. The faster we get this done, the faster we can stop being around one another,” she quipped. “I’m free on Friday after school.”

“I’m not. I have the Stark internship,”

She rolled her eyes at his response, “okay and? We need to get this done so we can go back to never speaking to each other. I’m sure Tony Stark will understand that you need to take one day off to do a school project.”

“Not happening. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not worth losing the internship over,” he jibed. He missed the look of hurt that flashed on her face. She shook her head and scoffed.

“Well, we need to get this done. Either we work on this stupid project on Friday, or we’re both failing,” she reminded before walking away. Peter groaned and banged his head on the now open door. He ignored the looks he got from his locker neighbors and kept his head buried in the empty space. Friday’s were the days he went into the Avenger’s compound and actively worked in the lab with Tony after he finished his Spider-Man duties; the last thing he wanted to do was infect the compound with her hatred and bad vibes.

He didn’t want to invite her, but he had been working on something with Tony for the past two weeks that he needed to finish. He figured he could get some work done while someone gave her a tour around the facility—probably Steve. He was easy to convince—then he would work on the English project with her and beg father time to go faster. She was right; the quicker they finished their work, the faster he could go back to hating her. With another groan, he picked up his head and closed his locker, rushing after Y/N and grabbing her by the wrist when he caught her before she slipped into her next class.

“Friday. We’ll meet after school in the parking lot and go to the Avenger’s facility. You can drive, right?” she nodded and pulled her hand out of his grip, glaring at him.

“Don’t ever grab me like that again,” she sneered, “but fine, whatever. I have to drop Jules off at home first though, is that gonna be a problem, Peter?” He knew she wasn’t asking him.

“No, whatever,” she nodded curtly and walked in, not sparing him a glance. He shook his head and walked away. Anger seeped into his bones, and annoyance clouded his head. The following weeks were going to be torture. He just knew. There was nothing worse than being forced to work with someone the person despised.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” there are worse things, apparently. He breathed out through his nose and turned around, meeting his eyes. He knew if he ignored Flash, he wouldn’t give up. He was relentless, and his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“What, Flash?” he ground out. Flash skidded to a stop beside him with a sick smile on his face.

“I heard from a little birdie that you were partnered up with Midtwon’s resident Princess,” he started.

“Yeah, so?” he questioned. He wanted out of the conversation as soon as possible. He didn’t want to talk to his bully about his enemy. That didn’t sound like a fun Tuesday.

“So, you can help me,”

“One, why would I help you with anything?” he questioned, “and two, I’m going to regret asking, but what could I possibly help you with?”

“Because I have something you might like, and you’re going to help me get Jules Y/L/N to go to the Fall Dance with me,” Peter paused in his step and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Okay, so what does that have to do with me being partners with Y/N? Can’t you just ask Jules?”

Flash snorted, “you’re an idiot, Parker. You don’t just ask the Jules Y/L/N out, okay? Everyone knows that Y/N tells her every negative thing about the guys at Midtown to keep her uninterested and that they’re always together.” He stated.

“I’m still not sure where I fall into this or what you could possibly offer me in return,”

“I’m glad you asked,” Peter rolled his eyes but continued listening, “if you can get Y/N to, I don’t know, fall in love with you so she eases off her ‘I hate the men at Midtown’ rhetoric, then I can swoop in and take Jules to the dance without a hitch.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Two hundred bucks does wonders for the poor, no?” Flash snarked.

“Three hundred, and you’ve got yourself a deal, Eugene,” Peter smirked. Flash blinked in anger but nodded his head anyway, reaching his hand out and shaking it. Flash walked away and left Peter in the empty hallway, rethinking everything he had agreed to. It was cruel and harsh. Sure, Y/N had stopped being his friend and became a bitch towards him, but he would be playing with someone’s feelings. Then again, three hundred dollars could help May with the bills, and it would be retribution for all the shit Y/N had put him through.

He was going to do it, and he wouldn’t allow himself to feel guilty for it. Because it was her, and she deserved to feel some of the pain she had put him through.

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Your Boyfriend (one shot)

Regulus Black AU 

Request:  hiya! can i request a regulus x reader where like they’ve been seeing each other for months but regulus insists to say that is nothing serious cus he has commitment issues but he actually loves her, but reader gets tired and snogs someone else and regulus sees it, long story short they just end up kinda of like screaming “i love you” to each other lmao. thanks!

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T 

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Valentines Day…the day that people who were in love were supposed to make their lovers feel valued and important…

Yeah, right…

You thought negatively as you walked out of potions to see some Ravenclaw in the hallway snogging her boyfriend.

Must be nice.

You added. This whole day was going to be a shit fest of emotions. It would be awfully nice if your boyfriend (even though he wouldn’t call himself that) made you feel the least bit special to him. 8 months into your relationship with Regulus and he was no closer to saying the word boyfriend or girlfriend than he was on day one.

In the beginning, you decided to play along with Regulus’ commitment issues and just be happy that he wanted to lavish affection on you. Now you were in love with the jerk and he still treated you like a special friend with benefits. Why you stuck around was still a question in itself. Loving Regulus most likely had a lot to do with it. You didn’t want to think about not having him to turn to at the end of a hectic chaotic day.

Behind closed doors, he was precious. Regulus would hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you…all of the normal boyfriend/girlfriend activities minus the fun title. It was only out in the open did things become difficult. Was it so much to ask to be acknowledged as what you actually were?

“You look like you have had a day.”

You were pulled from your thoughts when Sirius turned to you. Sitting down in a huff, you gave him the biggest frown possible.

“I hate Valentine’s Day.”

Sirius exchanged a momentary glance with Remus. Both boys were well accustomed to your unorthodox relationship with Regulus.

“I supposed Regulus forgot?”

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fluff prompts 10 & 19 with pietro maximoff would be so cute 🥺

elevator talk

summary: while on a mission with the avengers team you manage to save pietro’s life leading him to want to show his appreciation for you inspired by this prompt list

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, set after age of ultron but pietro never dies and civil war doesn’t take place <3

note: i hope i don’t disappoint you with this fluff! i’ve been reading more quicksilver comics recently and this is the outcome of that :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want to see anymore content like this <3)

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"Remind me again, why did the ENTIRE team need to come on this mission?" You complained, fighting off two grown men while waiting for the signal Tony was supposed to give to tell you it's safe to go inside the building.

"Call it a group bonding session." Tony teased while flying near the building in his Iron Man suit, trying to figure out how to lower the shields. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, it became even more difficult to find the remaining Hydra bases and due to the Ultron situation that occurred a few years ago, the difficulty only increased.

"Could we do a little less chitchat and a little more fighting?" Steve demands, you could hear Cap's grunts through your earpiece, making it obvious that he's struggling to fight off the Hydra goons.

You were a couple miles away from the building attempting to make your way closer to it, the enemies clearly noticed your arrival when they saw a person in red and yellow suit flying pass their windows, easily recognising the well known Iron Man.

And because a huge green angry Hulk isn't exactly easy to ignore.

"Clearly Cap can't keep up with us superheroes." Pietro teased, with a blink of an eye he knocked out the enemies surrounding both you and Steve.

"Thanks for the help Sonic, I'd give you some onion rings but I don't have any on me right now." You joked, smirking at the exasperated speedster that stood in front of you.

"I just saved your life and this is how you repay me Prinţesă?" He feigned hurt, placing his hand over heart.

"Saving her life? That's a bit of an exaggeration even for you Piet." Wanda's voice was heard from the comms, she managed to make her way into the building effortlessly, fighting beside Vision.

"Mind your business Wanda." Pietro scoffs biting back the smile forming on his face, he could hear his sisters laugh through the earpiece.

"As much as I love hearing the two of you argue with each other, now may not be the time." Natasha commented, followed by Clint agreeing.

You sighed, knowing they were right, focusing on the mission instead of the twin in front of you, glancing around at your surroundings. You noticed the enemies lined up behind Pietro preparing for an attack. You would've seen it earlier if it wasn't for the conversation distracting you.

You thought it was too late when you saw the bullet fly through the air, aiming directly at Pietro, it felt as though it was moving in slow motion. The piece of metal cutting through the air making its way to the speedster. Not registering the fact that Pietro had super healing abilities your mind recalled what happened in Sokovia. The bullets going through Pietro in every angle possible. Him falling onto the ground, the colour drained from his face, everyone thought he was dead, Wanda included. That was until the speedster managed to spit out a joke about Ultron's good aim.

You didn't register what you were doing until after you did it. Rushing to protect him from the bullet you pushed him out of the way last minute, the bullet barely missed him, you felt the bullet scrape against your arm instead. Pietro fell to the ground with a yelp as you fell on top of him, wincing due to the pain the bullet caused you.

Steve ran over to the two of you after knocking out the culprit.

"They're both down." Steve states, Pietro shakes his head, attempting to sit up, lifting you up and placing you in his lap comfortably.

"Why'd you do that? You know I can take bullets right?" Pietro scowled, glancing over your body to check for anymore injuries besides the bullet wound, his hands were gentle, brushing over your body in a caring manner as he lets the palm of his hands rest on the sides of your face, holding your face in his hands.

"Now i saved your life." You joked, blushing at the position the two of you were currently in and trying to hide the pain the bullet was causing you. You weren't a super soldier or someone with super healing abilities, so jumping in front of a bullet to save someone that could survive getting shot multiple times wasn't smart thinking on your part.

But you couldn't help it.

You wouldn't say you and Pietro were best friends, you did get along well but the twin refrained from getting close to any of the avengers. Your relationship consisted of teasing each other often and bumping into each other constantly during midnight, resulting in the two of you having your own midnight sessions where the two of you sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate.

You reminisced on the last time you had your 'midnight session' with Pietro, not being able to focus on what Pietro and Steve were saying to you, there was a loud ringing in your head, echoing as you closed your eyes to stop the headache that was forming, you felt yourself being lifted up in someone's arms.

Maybe you underestimated how bad the bullet wound was.

"Fine weather we're having don't you think?" You laughed, glancing over at the window, the heavy rain pelted against the glass of the compound, that alongside the wind that sounded much louder in your bedroom made it difficult to even attempt to sleep. You could just barely make out the trees in the distance due to the night sky.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight, don't you need the sleep before our mission tomorrow?" Pietro questioned. He was facing the stove, you could smell the hot chocolate that was heating up. You made your way next to him, grabbing two mugs and placing them next to him before moving to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

You swapped positions with Pietro, passing the can of whipped cream to him and grabbing the spoon that was used to stir the hot chocolate.

"Oh wait! I made cookies today, we could have them now!" You remembered, grabbing the plate of cookies from the cupboard and placing it on the table, Pietro immediately reached out for one, and then another.

"I don't know if you know this yet but, I love you." Pietro confesses, grabbing another cookie. You pushed the plate away from him before he could grab another.

"You gotta slow down Piet, don't want you emptying the plate before we even get to have the hot chocolate, now do we?" You grinned and he complains, reaching out for another.

"It's nice to know you care so much about my well-being dragă." You rolled your eyes at the smirk plastered on his face. With the blink of an eye he was stood across from you, closer to the plate of cookies, with another in his hand.

The two of you couldn't stop the smiles that formed on your face, even going to bed in a much better mood than you were in previously.

It was hours after the mission, you were patched up as soon as the quinjet landed at the compound. After a long lecture from Steve and the debriefing, you were finally able to be alone, only wanting to go back your room and sleep for days.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to your floor, too tired to take the stairs. You attempted to fight back the tiredness, blinking harshly to keep yourself awake, missing the blue streak of a superhero making its way into the elevator and right beside you.

"How are you feeling Dragă mea?" Pietro speaks out after a couple moments, you jumped in shock not realising the speedster was next to you.

"Dammit Piet! What did I say about doing that?" You held your hands over your chest, frightened. He looked at you apologetically before moving to the elevator buttons, pressing the button that stops the elevator from moving.

You stared at him as he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"Piet... what's wrong?" You whispered, analysing his face and posture, you could tell he was stressed. He turned to look at you, his face softening when your eyes met.

"I can’t lose you prinţesă." He manages to say, making his way to you, reaching out for your hand.

His hand was warm in yours, he held onto your hand tightly, you looked at him confused, raising your hand to rest against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re not going to lose me, where’s this coming from Pietro?” You asked softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head rested against his chest. You could feel his uneven breaths, almost as if he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Pietro struggled to even out his breath, panic bubbling up inside of him, he can’t lose you. Even the thought of losing you filled him with dread, he doesn’t deserve someone to risk their life for him, especially someone like you.

“How did I manage to get you?” He finally whispers, pulling back to look at you.

That’s when you understood what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to lose you too, you know? Even the thought of it, it just-” You take a deep breath, smiling solemnly at him. “Every-time we go on a mission I’m terrified Piet, after what happened in Sokovia- after what happened to you. I cant lose you, I care too much about you.” The memories of what happened in Sokovia haunted you. You weren’t close to the Maximoffs then but you understood them, you understood their pain and loss. Similarly to them you had no one, no family, no one to say ‘I love you’ too.

Until now.

“That’s a very complicated way to say you love me, dragă.” He teased, you could see the redness in his eyes from the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Well no one else enjoys my baking as much as you do.” He rolled his eyes in response knowing your referencing the night before, while still holding you in his arms, he reaches out to turn the elevator back on.

No more words were needed to be said, not for now at least. You had each other, and that’s all that mattered to you, for now.