CREWMATE

CREWMATE

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You play Among Us with the avengers

Word Count: 2500

Extra: one mention of blood

“I don’t get it,” Banner says and you sigh.

“I’m quite lost as well, perhaps you could explain it again, Y/n?” Vision requests.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, relaxing afterwards. “There’s two imposters, their jobs are to kill everyone and not get caught—see simple!” You repeat and Vision nods, turning to look at Wanda’s screen.

“Yeah, but why?” Banner asks and you stare at him, baffled. “Why would I want to kill anyone?” He reiterates.

“It’s the point of the game,” Peter says, gazing at the man, “otherwise it’d just be… boring.”

“But I like you guys,” he replies, and you sigh, frustrated.

You knew he was only being nice but you had already spent twenty minutes setting up devices and really wanted to start.

“Why don’t I get to play?” Thor grunts, crossing his arms.

“Because,” you groan, placing your hands on your hips, “the last time we played a game together you got mad and sent a hammer through my screen!”

“It was a mistake,” he defends, “happens to us all—just ask Loki.”

You grumble, crossing your arms.

“I call grey!” Sam shouts, nudging at Bucky, “imma be all badass in this suit.”

“I wanted to be grey,” Bucky frowns, “it matches my arm.”

“Well it’s too late I—“ The pair continues to argue over colors. Tony, claiming red and Peter blue. Nat chuckles as you look at her, pleading for help; she shrugs, reaching for the bag of chips on the coffee table.

“I say we let Thor play,” Tony smirks as Steve cringes. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Should be interesting,” Wanda adds and you groan.

“Fine!” You shout, snatching the phone from Banner who joins Clint in the kitchen and handing it to Thor who celebrates like a kid in a candy shop.

“Okay, are we good?” You ask and everyone nods, some sharing audible affirmations.

“Okay, everyone space out! No looking at each other’s screens and no audio—unless you brought earbuds!” You snap, sitting on the floor, five feet away from Peter who had just put on a birthday hat in-game.

“Oh! And no telling each other what you are—I’m talking to you!” You add, pointing at Wanda and Vision as you narrow your eyes.

Everyone spaces out exactly as you said and the game begins.

———

After a few rounds, everyone had gotten the hang of the game. Some, taking things too seriously.

“Okay, new rule,” you start, “this round nobody kills Sam,“ who had been dying first for the last three rounds, “just for the beginning.”

“It’s not our fault he keeps dying,” Bucky laughs, “maybe the knife likes birds.”

“Man you’ve killed me twice now!”

Looking around, you take in your environment, solidifying the memory of playing with the team while you laugh at Sam’s joke. You were all insanely busy and didn’t get a lot of free time, so you made sure to savor memories when you could.

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A new game begins and you grunt as your screen pans CREWMATE. You hadn’t got imposter once today.

Looking over, you realize Peter was staring at you. “No cheating, bug boy,” you scold and he smiles, looking down at his screen which, unbeknownst to you, said IMPOSTER.

Peter had been waiting for his chance to get imposter again. The first time he misclicked in front of Tony, accidentally jumping into a vent and getting voted out, but this time he wasn’t gonna get voted out—at least he hoped not. He’d seen lots of videos where players would troll others and had been waiting for his chance to troll you. He couldn’t screw this up.

ROUND ONE

Everyone spawns at the button then heads to admin to do their card swipe.

Peter fakes his then walks to the right side, searching for you. He walks through shields, heading into Nav then back out when he finds no one there; repeating his actions in O2. Eventually he walks back into storage, where he spots you entering the electrical hall.

You didn’t have a card swipe, so you had filled your gas in storage and were now headed to drain it in the lower engine when the doors shut behind you.

You look around the room, resuming your actions when you saw that you were the only one there.

“Shit,” Peter thinks to himself. He had shut the doors too early, locking himself out. He looks around, deciding to head to electrical to fake some tasks when a meeting is called.

“Seriously capsicle, I was almost done with my download,” Tony croaks.

Steve, ignoring him, focuses on Peter. “Peter,” he drags, alarming him. He wasn’t gonna get voted out again was he?

“What..?” He asks, feigning innocence as the Captain eyes him.

“Why’re you acting like that?”

“Like what?” Peter says, shifting and you take note of his fidgety demeanor.

“What I believe the Captain is trying to say, and forgive me if I do this wrong, but Peter is acting quite sus,” Vision articulates.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. Thanks Vis.”

Vision nods his head as Wanda taps his shoulder excitedly, proud of him for doing something correctly.

“Yeah,” you agree, furrowing your brows, “Peter is being sus.”

“N-no I’m not! I was just doing tasks!”

“Where?” You question.

“E-electrical!”

“Aht! I’m in electrical and young Parker is not with me,” Thor corrects, lifting a finger up.

“I—“ Peter begins as Thor interrupts. “Can someone help me with my task. I’m not sure when the circle wants me to click.”

You check Thor off your ‘sus’ list, convinced that his confusion was genuine.

“I think it’s Bucky,” Sam accuses as Bucky throws his arms up. “You always think it’s me!”

“Well that’s because it is!”

Peter inhales deeply, silently thanking the pair for taking the heat off of him.

There’s a minute left on the clock when you realize how slowly the conversation is going. “Sam what tasks have you done?” You ask, deciding it would be best for you to take charge.

“Uh—” he stammers, scratching his head.

“See, he hasn’t done any tasks!” Bucky argues, crossing his arms.

“I’ve done tasks!” Sam contests, picking at his fingers, “I just don’t remember which ones.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe it’s Y/n!” Peter claims, gazing at you as you glare at him. “You’re pointing fingers!”

“It’s not me—I’ve been locked in the lower engine for half the game.”

“I’m voting Nat,” Tony says, interrupting your conversation.

“What! Why?” she croaks.

“Following my gut,” he shrugs, “you haven’t said a word all game.”

Nat winces, realizing that her silent approach wasn’t gonna work.

“It can’t be Nat!” Peter blurts, worried that if she got out it’d become significantly harder for him to win.

“Oh yeah, why not?” Tony tests, crossing his arms while Peter cowers, not expecting the interrogation.

“I-I saw her… doing tasks!” He says, unconvincingly.

The timer goes red and the meeting ends, Nat receiving three votes from Steve, Sam, and Tony. Not enough to get her out.

ROUND TWO

Another round begins and Peter could finally get back to trolling you, making note to deal with Tony, who was too smart for his own good.

Peter fakes a couple of tasks in electrical, making sure Thor—who still couldn’t finish his task—saw him so he’d have an alibi. He then makes his way to security, where Stark sat on cams.

With his kill cool-down low, Peter walks in, locking the doors behind him before killing his mentor then venting into med-bay, making a clean escape.

Tony chuckles, setting his phone down then joining Clint and Banner in the kitchen.

On the other side of the map, Nat joins Steve in navigation, checking the halls before killing him.

He makes an audible gasp, causing you to look up as he sets his phone down, crossing his arms.

You look back at your phone, having finished emptying your second gas tank, you decide on going to search for the bodies.

You make it to the cafeteria when a body is reported.

“Found Steve in Nav,” Sam informs, “his body’s dead, blood against the wall, boom, just like that.”

“You did not see blood!” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“No, but I felt it!”

“Where is everyone?” Nat asks, disposing of her silent tactic and going full agent.

“Just passed Y/n in the med-bay hall,” Peter responds and you nod.

“What’s the room with the blue chair?” Bucky asks.

“Comms?” You respond.

“Yeah. I’m in comms,” he grunts, “the download takes forever.”

“Thor, what about you?” Nat asks.

“Electrical!” He shouts, “the bloody task is too hard—I thought this was a children’s game.”

Tony walks over and pats his shoulders, “don’t worry, big guy, I’ll help you.” He says and Thor smiles in response.

You hum, thinking for a moment. “Nat, where are you?”

“Cafeteria,” she replies.

“Cafeteria?” You ask, holding in your grin.

“Yeah, I’m doing wires.”

“A-HA!” You yell, pointing. “I just walked into the cafeteria and you’re—not—there,” you say, emphasizing each word while snickers from the kitchen confirm your suspicions.

Vision nods, “I’m also in the cafeteria and agent Romanoff is not here,” he states, “I have seen Y/n, though.”

“I trust Vis. I left him in the cafeteria,“ Wanda adds as Nat Scoffs.

“Of course you did,” Nat grunts, throwing her hands up. “You two go everywhere together! Do you know how hard it is to kill when you're sharing screens?” She asks, dumping her phone and heading to the kitchen.

You and Peter chuckle as Nat is unanimously voted out and you make sure to scold Wanda and Vision before the next round begins.

ROUND THREE

Everyone spawns back in the cafeteria then parts ways.

You make sure to note where everyone went. Wanda and Vision headed right, you and Peter left, Sam and Bucky down and Thor back to electrical, Tony following through on his promise to help him with his task.

You head to the reactor to do your last task while Peter follows behind like a goofball. You stop for a moment, looking back at him in-game before continuing again.

When you enter the reactor hall both doors shut behind you, blocking your way to the dual engine rooms. No one but you and Peter are there—security being empty—so you ignore it, starting your reactor task.

Peter, on the other hand, goes straight for the vents, jumping in and out before realizing you couldn’t see him. He waits a little, hoping you’d finish your task quickly before he tries again, Sam walking in and spotting him.

“Fuck,” he thinks to himself, “the doors must’ve opened.”

Peter quickly locks the doors in the med-bay hall, blocking Sam’s pathway and catching up to kill him.

“Motherfuck—“ Sam says, just before he dies.

“No talking,” Bucky reminds with a chuckle.

Peter runs back to the reactor where he finds you still doing your task and an emergency meeting is called.

“I assume someone has died?” Vision asks.

“Yup, Sam,” you affirm as Bucky laughs.

“Do you think it could be him?” Wanda asks Vision, suspecting its Bucky.

“Yeah,” you hum, “who else would want to kill Sam?”

“It’s not me,” Bucky says, scoffing and you push your lips into a line.

“Why would I be near him?”

“I don’t know, maybe to KILL HIM!” You say, shouting the last part. Sam, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“It’s not me.”

“Maybe it’s Wanda,” Peter says. “Or Vision. They’ve been backing each other all game.”

“True,” you say, furrowing your brows.

“If it were me why would I have let Nat go? She was obviously an imposter,” Vision queries. “And why would Wanda “back” me as you’ve said.”

“Well maybe you’re backing her,” Peter accuses, looking towards you as you look away, trying to piece together everything you’ve heard so far.

“Wha—well I don’t even know what that means,” Vision says, confusing painting his face.

“We should vote. We have a free shot on six,” you inform, “and I think we should go Bucky first—just to be safe.”

“You’ll lose,” Bucky grunts, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Bucky then Wanda,” Peter agrees. Voting out innocents would make it easier for him to win.

[Bucky is voted out and another meeting is called]

“Okay, now Wanda.”

Everyone but Thor and Vision votes.

“It can’t be Wanda,” Vision defends and you look at him, “it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Still! To be safe,” Peter urges, mainly to you and you agree, semi-convinced that it couldn’t be him after you spent a round together.

You look away, focusing on Thor.

“I agree with Vision. I don’t believe it’s Wanda,” he states, “she’s done tasks.”

“Still, we should vote!” Peter says, a little too eagerly. “Just—just to be safe.”

You look over at him, furrowing your brows then nodding. “Yeah, just to be safe,” you repeat.

Thor surrenders, voting with the rest of you.

The three of you vote for Wanda while Vision votes to skip, but since majority voted Wanda, she’s voted out.

———

ROUND FOUR

The fourth round begins and everyone spawns in the cafeteria. You decide to distance yourself from Peter, following Vision, but Peter follows as well. All three of you enter O2, Thor nowhere to be found.

You clear your throat when Reactor is called and leave the two to go settle the crisis. When you enter the cafeteria the doors shut behind you, leaving you and Peter locked in the room.

You gasp as Peter jumps in and out of the vent closest to the weapons door. You should have known. You attempt to run away, distancing yourself from him when you realize something: where’s Vision?

When the doors open, you run back to O2, finding his body slain on the floor, you report it.

“ITS PETER. IT'S PETER!” You shout, instantly voting for him.

Thor looks up at your frantic demeanor.

“NO, I SAW Y/N KILL IN THE LEAVES ROOM!” Peter counters, deciding to use terms Thor would understand; no way he’d know what O2 was.

“Wha—“

“HE’S LYING. HE TRAPPED ME IN THE CAFETERIA AND—“

“NO, Y/N TRAPPED ME.”

You hear snickers from the kitchen and look over, seeing everyone enjoy your bickering while Nat tries her best to sign to Clint what was going on.

Bucky smirks, secretly rooting for Peter after you agreed to vote him out.

Peter sits up, voting for you and placing his phone down then giving Thor his best puppy dog eyes. “I was so scared.”

“You were not!” You shout, placing your phone down as you turn towards Thor. “Think about it. He’s been weird all game.” You say, watching as Thor looks between the both of you. Feeling his confusion, you decide to reiterate. “He was quick to agree with voting Vis and Bucky out, he’s barely done any tasks, and—“ you snap, knowing this would be your best defense, “HE SUCKS!”

Peter gasps. “This is unbelievable. Do you see how she’s lying?!”

Thor looks back at his screen, watching as the timer goes red, he votes.

———

The timer runs out and the votes are revealed: two votes for Peter and one for you.

“YES!” You cheer, doing a victory dance.

The game ends and a VICTORY pops up on everyone but Nat and Peter’s screens.

You jump up, giving Thor a big hug. “You did it!”

Everyone in the kitchen celebrates, some giving Thor audible praise as he grins—Bucky groaning.

“I am the god of thunder.” He smirks.

“And apparently Among Us.”

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊

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summary: harry decided to take you for a romantic ice skate, just the two of you, how sweet right? wrong, you two are both so shit at ice skating.

masterlist

harry lewis x fem!reader

wroetoshaw x fem!reader

warnings: two idiots on an ice rink, fluff so much fluff, christmasy boyfriend (100% not jealous what?)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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“𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 you taking me?” You questioned in the passenger seat of his car. Harry had refused to give any information on where the ‘surprise date’ was despite being excited for it all week.

“Nope, nope. I’m not saying a word to you until we arrive.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, still shooting down every single question you had that day. You raised your eyebrows at his antics and muttered out a small ‘okay’, smiling and shaking your head at your darling boyfriend.

Silence took over the car, only the sound of the quietened radio flowing through the speakers. Harry, being Harry, couldn’t deal with the silence and felt the need to fill it in; completely going against what he previously stated so confidently.

“You’re gunna love it there, you know?” He smirked, tilting his head slightly to see you in the corner of his eye while still keeping on the road. You smiled widely at his adoration of making you happy. “I’m gunna love it, huh?” You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile in Harry’s cheeks growing rosy just in reaction of your smile.

“Yeah, your gunna have to help me though!” He breathed out, leaving little to the mind as your smile dropped slightly, realising where the hell is he actually taking you?

Eyes widening, you taunted “You’re not gunna murder me are you?”. Harry threw his head back, it hitting the car seat in response to your weird sense of humour he secretly loved so much.

“No! Y/N, I’m not going to murder you! Yet.” He grinned, not making eye contact but giggling when he heard your gasp from beside him. “Harry Lewis!” You placed your hand on your heart.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Look we’re here now!” He smiled, shaking his head at you but unable to tear his eyes away from your beauty as he parked up.

Pushing yourself up slightly, you peered around to find any sign of where Harry took you for today. Harry bit his tongue, excitement flooding through his veins in closing preparation of your reaction he’s been waiting for.

While scanning through the places, your eyes stopped on the front sign, your mouth falling agape.

Harry took your reaction as happiness and nodded enthusiastically, his cold hands grabbing onto yours causing your shocked face to meet his.

You swallowed your drying throat. “You took me ice-skating?” You whispered, voice lacking air it went quiet. Harry grinned, shrugging his shoulders doing so. “Yeah I did! Your welcome!” He rubbed your hand with his, warming you up but unable to keep still.

Eyes, still wide as ever, looked deep into his. “Why? Why? What? I- Why?” You stuttered, tripping over your own sentences as your mouth had a mind of its own.

Both of Harry’s hands slid up to your face, “Well, I was thinking of that time you told me you were really good at ice-skating and I’ve wanted to try it with you ever since!” He beamed, brushing your hair behind your ears ever so delicately.

Your brows furrowed for a moment, questioning when he got those words out of your mouth before. Then you realised.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a loud squeal of laughter made Harry pull away, confusion written on his face; still delved into the ongoing idea of your being some pro ice-skater.

“Harry!” You spoke with your hand still over you mouth. He tilted his head, now him being the one with the furrowed brows and out of place look.

“Harry, I said that during a 2 truths and a lie!” You laughed, pulling your hand away from your face. Harry jaw fell slack for a millisecond, then pointing “It was the lie!”. You repeating “It was the lie!” Before the two of you toppled over with laughter, slapping each other’s arms unconsciously as your bodies slid down slightly in the car seats.

“I can’t cancel now, I already booked it Y/N!” He grew concerned. Your eyes softened on how far he went with this just to make you happy; well, even though you can’t skate for shit, the thought was there!

You straightened your posture and let your hands fall on your lap. “I’ll still do it,” He looked up at you, his soft spot for you only increasing. “Sure, we can’t skate the best, you know. But, it’ll just be a laugh,” The two of you leaned in. “Just me and you.” You pressed your lips to his and automaticity his hands slid into your hand and tugged you closer to him.

Pulling away, you two stared at one and other with blushing cheeks and a cheesy grin plastered onto their face.

“Just the two of us.” He whispered before diving into her lips once again.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 slung over your shoulder, his boy weight leaning entirely on your right side, limping as he walked. You, on the other hand, were walking weirdly despite the grown man clinging onto one half of yourself.

“It’ll be a laugh, huh Y/N?” Harry grumbled into your hair, “It could’ve gone worse!” You retorted, trying to convince yourself more than him.

Harry pulled his head away from its comfy spot delved in your hair. “Y/N, you literally fell on your ass sixteen times and I have basically twisted my ankle in.”

“While you did try and do a backflip on it” You mumbled under your breath. Harry shook his head and looked between the two of you. “We are such idiots.”

Titled your head upwards to him, you placed your head in his chest. “Just two idiots on an ice rink.” You whispered as he kissed the top of you head.

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𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

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summary: and at that moment, peter felt himself lose everything as he held your body in his arms.

masterlist part one, part three.

peter parker x fem!reader

part two to: gone and forgotten.

warnings: extreme angst, sad ending, main character death, guilt and v sad i’m so sorry :(

there will be a happy ending i promise <3

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 left his apartment faster in his life. The boy had whipped on his Spider Suit on in record breaking time and left no time to waste before jumping straight out his window, only adjusting his webs when he had left the building; literally flying through the air.

His heart beat rapidly, feeling as if his bones were construction against it beating straight out his chest. His breath was uneven, inconsistent as the thought of losing you before he got to you ran through his flurry of thoughts.

He couldn’t bare to imagine the sight of you, how long had Green Goblin had you for? After his lying confession of tell you he has fallen out of love with you he assumed you would have dropped off the radar of being Spider-man’s weaknesses. But Osborn knew the man’s identity, he knew that Peter had lied straight through his teeth and still had a soft spot for you and only you.

Peter perched on the top of an electrical tower, stopping when he had noticed flashing lights and an obvious gain for attention. His eyes travelled the space in search for you, head turning in all directions for even a sign that you are here alive.

But nothing would prepare him to hear the unsettling cackle of a laugh he had heard one to many times before.

“Peter Parker.” He turned around to be met with Norman’s devilish grin hidden behind the teeth of his mask, not daring to think of the teasing eyes covered by the mask. Peter’s heart sunk to his stomach as his saw you. You looked so afraid, so weak, your body begging to be let go; whether the outcome would be good or bad.

“Norman, let her go.” Peter spoke through his gritted teeth, worry flooding his veins and letting its course run to his head. “Put her down now, leave her!” He sobbed through his mask, the tight fitting suit becoming suffocating to his lack of breath watching you hang from Green Goblin’s arms.

“Please! I’m here just take me! Anything to let her go!” Peter bargained. He didn’t care what happened to him now because as long as he knew you were safe, he’d be okay even if it meant him sacrificing all he has.

Goblin chuckled in your direction hearing the boy that still loved you scream in desperation at your demise. “Looks like he hasn’t forgotten you.” He taunted in your face, grinning at the fear creased into your precious face. Your bottom lip quivered, “Please.” you whispered feeling the blood ooze from your cut forming from your eyebrow to your cheekbone.

Osborn’s laughter stopped at you sudden words, having not spoken since he had caught you in the first place. Your words of retaliation made all the fun he had experienced so far stop, you had finally given up with his actions as he had become bored of toying with you in an instant.

As his smile dropped, so did you.

Seeing you fall felt like it was slow motion for Peter. Your hands were flying through the air in desperation of something catching your fall as your body dropped, your eyes followed upward as you saw the sick man smile at your falling figure.

Peter jumped up in an instant to catch you, reaching your level and hooking his arms around your waist, securing himself around you. Once his hands had touched you, if felt like he was where he belonged once again. With you. If only the circumstances were better, he would apologise for everything he ever did and never let go of your touch even if he was forced to.

He spam your body with his to soften your landing in comparison to you snapping your back. Both bodies fell with a thud on the metal walkway inside the clock tower, attempts of avoiding the glass falling after previously falling through it.

You were surprised when you didn’t come in contact with literal death after falling multiple feet, only just acknowledging the man clinging onto you, underneath you right now. You couldn’t quite make out what face he was pulling beneath the mask but the stuttered rise and falls of his chest gave away his sobs.

His hand placed itself on the back of your head, holding you close to him as possible as he spoke through a hoarse voice. “Are you okay?” You shook your head rapidly, already knowing that Goblin would not give up this easily much to you two’s dismay. You point proven as a bomb landed beside the close bodies.

Both of your heads snapped towards the object, Peter thinking in an instant and turning your body away from it, his back now facing the explosive. Hearing it explode made your entire body jolt in fear and heat settling in your body as the aftermath of the bomb hit the two of you like a wave. The floor beneath the two bodies fell, causing you to slip into the gap just made; Peter’s hand holding you from falling to your death.

Peter couldn’t have you up here. He knows Osborn will jump down here in a matter of seconds and will only harm you more than he has already. Thinking fast, He webbed your dominant hand and reluctantly dropped your weight to hang from the falling piece he is currently led on, he kept a firm grip on the web holding you up before leaning to attach it to the supports of the clockwork.

Before he could do so, Green Goblin had reached him and kicked him square in the chest causing Peter to drop the web holding you from the mess of clockwork beneath you.

The sudden loss of support made not only your heart drop, but you too as your feet landed awkwardly on the cogs of the running tower. You walked for a place to stand safely instead of crushing your feet in the twisting works, that was before you looked up and saw the Goblin’s Glider fall an inch next to you; completely and utterly destroying the level you were previously placed on.

The lack of flooring beneath your feet made you drop, gravity pulling you down. Multiple metal poles hitting your delicate body as you fell further and further to plummet into the hard ground.

Again, you felt a tug at your wrist making your body halt to a stop leaving you legs to dangle freely into the air. Looking up you saw Peter stare at your helpless frame as there was nothing you could do to save yourself in this moment, he watched as you silently thanked him before he felt two hands wrapped around his throat with his body pushed back against boxes of tools. Blissfully unaware of the web holding you up edging closer to the connection space between two working cogs.

Peter had fought to have the Green Goblin’s neck in between his wrapped webs, pulling on it with no mercy as his foot was rammed in the middle of the cog he presumed you were in danger to. It wasn’t until he heard your yell of “Peter” when he looked down to see his web edging closer and on the verge of snapping between his fingers. His eyes widened, desperation fuelling his finish for Green Goblin; but when he heard the snap of his web. His entire world stopped.

You body fell faster than before, but the situation feeling in slow motion. The flow of your clothes and hair felt almost graceful in the disparity of what fate you were about to painfully experience. You had decided to accept you fate as the image of the boy you loved grew smaller in the widening pupils of yours.

You knew you were going to die. You knew. As much as you would beg yourself to deny it and look at the brighter side, one cannot deny the truth and reality. The further you fell, the further your mind fell into the depths of your memories. You wish you could go back and do it all again one last time, experience the happiness you overlooked during the moment in time. You envy your past self. Oh, how naive you were to think things will only get better, but watching the boy who no longer loved you reach out for your hand. You accepted what was to happen.

The snap of you head hitting the floor echoed through Peter’s ears. He stared down at your webbed chest as his heart believed he had caught you, you were going to be okay and Peter would apologise for all he has done and sob profusely at the obvious lie that still stuck with you. But every other part of him knew.

Dropping down to your level, he detached you limp body from the web. He couldn’t feel himself breathing as he slumped to the floor, holding your dead body in his arms. His hands reached to the back of your head, fingers smoothing your hair over as he felt blood seep between his fingers and drip to the puddle on the floor.

He looked at your beautiful face through his thick layer of tears on the blink of release, admiring your rested and most vulnerable state. He delicately brushed loose hairs away from your face, blood smearing onto your forehead as Peter wanted to see your face properly one last time.

He whole body shook with sobs, gripping tightly onto you screaming “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” as he saw the love of his life at a loss of all life. He never got to say goodbye. Not one apology was said to you. No one was there for you in those three months. He let you believe no one cared. And you died thinking Peter no longer loved you.

He hates himself, Peter hates himself right now and always will. He couldn’t of made life worse for you. He wished you never met him, he never deserved you. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved a happy life full of everything you ever wanted, and Peter let that slip from his fingers.

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i’m so sorry there will be a happier version <3

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— one star motel

Pairing: Fem!Cobra Kai!Reader x Miguel Díaz

Summary: After their triumph in the All-Valley Karate tournament, it’s no surprise to anyone when the Cobra Kai Dojo is found underneath the spotlight. And with their newfound fame comes new opportunities — like being invited to participate in the State Championship. But when a traffic accident takes place and the team is forced to spend the night at a one star motel, it seems that Cobra Kai’s week long getaway may have a few surprises in store for the team — especially when it comes to the dojo’s star students, Miguel Díaz and Y/N L/N.

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, nothing that hasn’t been shown in the show already.

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: The fact that Miguel doesn’t even get half as much attention as other characters from the show has me dying… so this me creating more content for him. Also I’m a sucker for the there was only one bed trope so I guess this is happening!

The scalding summer heat burns against your back as you stride down the pavement, bag loosely hanging over your shoulder. The beat of Guns N’ Roses’ ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ drums through your earbuds, h/c hair tied into a messy ponytail to provide a temporary relief from the heat. You glance down to your phone, gnawing at the inside of your cheek upon seeing the time.

Only ten minutes before class begins. Meaning you have about seven to get to Reseda, and three to change into your gi that currently lies stuffed inside your backpack. A sigh leaves your lips involuntarily at the thought of having to run beneath the scalding sun.

“You want to learn karate? This is your chance!” A voice exclaims ahead of you. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you furrow your brows at the statement. Your long strides come to a halt as you find yourself standing behind a group of two people handing out flyers. “Free karate lessons to anyone and everyone!” You reach to pull out one of your earbuds and shift your gaze towards the person currently turning to face you. “Learn at Miyagi-Do Karate-“

A pair of beaming blue eyes meets your fiery e/c ones, your frown shifting into a glare as recognition sparks in your gaze. The girl only sticks to her smile, it clearly faltering as she clears her throat. “Y/N, hi.”

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