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Alsooo bonus for idol!reader,

What if they took Peter to a kinda nice restaurant (not like a rich people restaurant but a lot nicer than like a Denny's or something) because he helped them with some schoolwork and Peter is like SUUUPER happy and excited because he's def delusional and totally thinks it's a date

But then he realizes..

How tf are they gonna pay for this stuff???

So he's like "oh I can't get that much, I don't wanna use all your money" and reader is just like "dw I have enough" and he's still super nervous but reader insists it's fine so he finally gives up and when the check comes he's low-key ready to book it out of the restaurant cuz there's NO WAY they can pay for all of that

and then reader pays for it all and leaves the waiter/waitress a really big tip

and that's how he found out that his obsession was an idol :P

Ok because I imagine peter being his totally chatty usual self and he is like talking about a mission or smthing with details and all

And while this is happening he notices the waiter leaving like the bill of your food on your side

(Peter was absolutely utterly disappointed there where no chicken nuggies)

And so he notices that and then becomes aware of your surroundings ( he would be looking around all confused noticing the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the expensively dressed costumers)

He freaks out bc yes he has came in those type of super expensive restaurants again but with Mr stark and he has money

' how much is it?' he would demand his bubbleness cut short. He has to call Mr stark to take care of this

' don't worry about it' you would wave him of , calling the waiter

He would then snatch the bill and seeing a total of 134 dollars he would freak( honestly what would someone even eat to make that big of a sum????)

Then he saw you pull out one 100 dollar bill and one 50 dollar one

The waiter came by and you sweetly told him to keep the change

All the whole Peter was having a complete inner mental breakdown

' wha- how do you have so much money??' he would ask dumbfounded

You were both mere teenagers after all and even though the sum wasn't something unreachable, it seemed unreasonable to spend such an amount of money at food when you could go out shopping or do something else

' money isn't a problem Pete ' you smile at him walking out of the door with him trailing closely behind you ' did you think my tours gave me nothing?'

'tours? What tours?'

Asks are always open<3

And that is how Peter found out that the reader was an idol(how he didn't know is a question for the ages)

This came out longer than intended but here we areeeeeee

Platonic yandere avengers

Romantic yandere spiderman

This is for the egg ask I got and I'm sorry but It got deleted twice when I had made some really good progress so this is going to be maybe a little short

Warnings: fighting , limping , implied yandere behavior , I wrote this in the middle of the night

Summary: this thing basically

Feel free to drop me an ask<3

When the egg fell out of your pocket and cracked you started hyperventilating. Natasha assumed it was some normal panic attack that was simply triggered by the fallen egg, and was ready to try and comfort you

On the other hand Thor was confused on why you had an egg in your pocked and an unboiled one for the fact!

Before Natasha could comfort you , bucky an expert at panic attacks stepped in , trying to assure you about how this wasn't a big deal , noone was mad at you and that you were safe , even going as far as to say that they had other eggs in the fridge and he could get you one if you wnted

At the sound of that offer , tony was in common ground and went as far as to offer you a whole chicken 'so you can have eggs whenever you want to apparently'??

Peter just sat there staring at you feeling helpless not knowing how to help you in any way. With all the staring he did, he noticed your hand discreetly slipping in your back pocket and pulling out your favorite pair of scissors that you carried everywhere with you. He felt fearful for your safety ad attempted to say something but was cut of by something extraordinary happening

On the other hand , the only thing you could think about was how to get out of there before-

A teenage girl around yours and Peter age shot out of the egg before you were even able to finish your thoughts

Everyone stood around you and the girl , obvious confusion showing on their faces.

Everything was evolving so fast though and they had time to ask no questions, since when you listened to the screeches from outside the tower , the scissors in your hand got turned to a pair of beautiful swords

You were out of the tower and defeated the monster in a very skillful and efficient way.

After you were done , the monster was slayed ad the girl freed , you returned to the avengers

Clint noticed your subtle limbing and thought about how strong you were unbeknownst to them, and how they had insisted on babying you

Clint had taken you to a cute coffee shop , to buy you some chocolate( he of course couldn't buy you coffee, you are just a baby) and some much needed caffeine in any kind for himself

Him and the other avengers had agreed that new York was just too dangerous for you to walk alone and had decide that each day one of them would take you to school and of of it just to keep you safe

You of course noticed the man coming through the door and you instantly knew you were in danger

You quietly informed Clint about the face. The man quickly pushed you behind his back, not aware yet of what the problem was.

It turned out you were right and he prevented an armed robbery that da while you went to school late and holding some macdonalds.

They never really wondered how you knew you were in danger only ever discussing about how it is actually even more dangerous than they thought outside

On that note Tony placed a tracker on your pai of shoes and favorite jacket, not wanting to let you get hurt.

Peter was obviously worried about you but he felt other things too

First of all he felt relief because now at least they knew what was harming you and could figure out ways to stop it

On the other hand he was a bit turned on by you

They all gathered around you , while Tony had already tasked Friday to analyze the whole video and find out was is happening

They once again began babying you , fretting over your situation and minor injuries

A lot of questions were asked that day and by the end of the interrogation conversation you were left exhausted and fell asleep on the couch

The team of course considered that super cute and Wanda snapped a few pictures of your sleeping form with your favorite blanket placed over you .

Then it was time for their grown up talk , that included everyone but you

' ok, I felt the magic coming out of this monster, but it also radiated of her too. Those swords may be the source of it all'

Wanda explained to the team. They all talked about you for hours , unable to decide how to handle the situation

If you think that them knowing about you being powerful and capable, made them any more attentive and worried , you are wrong. If anything everything intensified since now they knew you were in harm's way.......

This is for @slaymbo <3 who keeps me productive:)

this request might actually be kinda short for once, cuz its like 1 am and im a bit eepy

but you should tooootally write platonic yan!avengers + yan!peter with a seemingly stoic teen!reader. when they joined the team the avengers (except for peter) were kinda dreading having another teen around bc it meant more energeticness. but when they meet y/n, they're just super...chill? like they get their missions done so quickly it seems like they just went for a quick errand.

i feel like peter would be kinda intimidated by them, they probably don't smile a lot and they're only seen when something needs to be done. it would be pretty funny tho if everyone thought y/n lowkey hated them but in their mind it's just "omg my friendsss!!! i love them so dearly i hope im not a bother :)" (that's probably why wanda would be the only one that isn't intimidated by them)

bonus points if peter hears y/n talking to somebody in their room and they peek in and see them talking to their stuffed animals like they're pets and cuddling them tenderlyyy. like they just hear in the kindest voice ever "hello my sweet baby!! ohh i missed you so much *mwah mwah mwah* you're so soft and sweet i love youuuuu"

BONUS bonus points if he takes a pic and frames it like the weirdo he is

LOVE THE ASK AND I JUST TALKING TO YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS-

But also the y/n you are describing is like - the opposite of me?

Like I AM that bubble of energya and I own it up , so writing a stoic reader is HARD

Nonetheless, I thing that kind of reader will get along with bucky pretty great? Idk why I just think that Bucky would totally get that reader likes them , and just doesn't show it as much

Also I think Steve would appreciate reader b they are so effective?

This is like nothing , but I am exhausted from my studies and writer's block is a BITCH

AMD ALL the avengers trying to get closer to reader and in their minds they are filling bc reader isn't showing no kind of emotions at their tries

Meanwhile all reader can do is have a positive freak out on their mind, bc 'NAT NOTICED I LOVE THAT CHOCOLATE AND WENT OUT TO GET ME MORE??:')'

And then like they return to their room and begin jumping on he bed??

After a while when peter tells the other avengers about his and readers interaction, the avengers start monitoring readers room to find out their feelings

That's how they can access you , knowing whenever you're sad or happy or you liked their joke(you will rehearse it to your teddies)

They feel the need to check on the cameras more often when Wanda isn't around to confirm that you did NOT hate them

And while Peter is quite intimidated by you , he keeps trying and trying to get a positive reaction out of you

When he finally manages that , he is utterly thrilled , telling tony all about it and feeling like a star!

K also tony would install cameras in your teddies eyes do the avengers could feel like you were talking at them and not the teddies

Will probably get back to it when I am feeling productive-

This is literally so good oh my goodness

𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑵

𐬺 ➾ 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚！𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𐬺 ➾ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 (𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆) 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝑱.

𐬺 ➾ 𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡！

It wasn’t fair.

You had been dreaming about going to prom with Peter Parker since you were six years old, and now, some girl Peters barely known for a year, gets to accomplish your dream? How is that fair?

You stir your punch, legs crossed as you watch Peter and MJ dance. Your own date, some guy you barely even know, is behind the bleachers making out with some girl you don’t even know the name of. That doesn’t bother you though, no, Peter is bothering you.

It hurts even more because it’s not even his fault! He doesn’t know that you’ve been practically in love with him since the first grade, so how can you expect him to do something about it?

So lost in your own self pity, you don’t notice the sound of a chair behind pulled out next to you.

“Hey,” Ned says, a slight smile on his face, “How are you feeling?”

Ned is the only person (besides your mom) that knows how you feel about Peter. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You seethe. Ned rolls his eyes, he takes a sip of his own watered down punch, and gives you a, stop-bullshitting-me look.

You furrow your brows, “What?” You exclaim, arms crossing over each other.

Ned gestures to Peter and MJ briefly, “So you’re just staring at them like you want to murder them for fun?”

You scoff, “I’m not staring at them.”

You choose to ignored the way your voice wavers, and you’re thankful Ned chooses to ignore it too. “Whatever you say… Look, if you get sick of sitting here by yourself, me and Betty are only a couple tables down.” He says, getting up and walking away, but not without a final sympathetic glance at you.

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting Ned a reassuring smile.

Once he walks away, you pull your eyes back to Peter and MJ, only to find that they’re gone. Your eyes fart around the room, looking for the couple but coming up with nothing.

You bite your lip. If they walked away from the party to get some privacy then you should let them have that, but what if they didn’t walk away? What if they were forced away?

You were one of the only people who knew that Peter was Spider-man, which meant you were one of the only people who knew the constant danger he was in. Which meant if he was in trouble, you were one of the only people who would know. So you should go look for him, right?

You stand from your chair abruptly, causing it to make a loud screeching noise against the gymnasium floor. People in the tables around you glance at you, and you awkwardly clear your throat and give them all an apologetic smile.

You swiftly make your escape from the gym, ignoring ned as he attempts to talk to you as you walk past his table. You quickly flutter your eyes open and closed as they adjust to the bright of the hallway as you exit the dark gym. Slowly, you begin to walk, keeping yourself vigilante for any clues that could leed you to Peter or MJ.

As you walk farther into the school, you hear the faint sounds of giggling.

“Peter, what are you doing?” A female voice shrieks, one you know belongs to MJ. Relief fills you at the revelation that neither of them are in danger, but dread replaces it as you realize the other possibility.

Slowly, you follow the voices until your against the wall next to them. You flatten yourself against it, doing your best to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible.

You listen as Peter shushes MJ playfully, and the girls giggles softly in response. Logically, you know it’s in your best interest to leave, but you can’t bring yourself to.

Peter softly pushes MJ against the wall, softly he says, “Can I kiss you?” MJ nods swiftly. As soon as he gets her consent he’s quick to connect their lips. You feel sick, and your hands ghosts over your stomach.

Tears fill your eyes as you make a quick escape for the gym. Once you make it, you rush past a confused Ned and Betty and begin collecting your things. Your date, who must’ve reappeared somewhere in the last ten minutes, smiles once he sees you and begins to try and make conversation, but you shoot him a glare that effectively shuts him up.

You leave the gym with tears dripping down your cheeks, trying and failing to hold down your sobs. You quickly climb into your car and slam the door shut. You were Peter and MJ’s ride but you could care less if they were stranded, as far as you were concerned they could stay at the school all night.

Rationally, you know you have no right to be feeling like this towards the two of them. You technically have no real claim on Peter and he could kiss whoever he wanted, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt.

You pull out of the highschool and break practically every traffic law in existence to get to your home. Once you make it, you stumble into your house and begin to tear off your clothes and pull your hair down.

Your mascara runs down your face as you pull onto a baggy shirt and throw yourself onto your bed, too exhausted and depressed to take off any of your make up or shower.

You continue to hiccup, closing your eyes and attempting to get some sleep, but your thoughts are still plagued with thoughts of Peter and his stupid, pretty face.

You wake up to the shrill sound of your ringtone. With a groan, you turn it off, already knowing who’s at the phone and why they’re calling.

You attempt to close your eyes and go back to bed, but you’re interrupted by your door bursting open and an angry looking Peter stepping through the threshold.

“What the hell, y/n?” He seethes, “Me and MJ were stuck at the school for an hour before May could come get us!”

You smile victoriously, “I’m sorry?” You giggle. Peter furrows his brows, “Sure you are.”

You roll your eyes and check your phone, it’s nearly midnight. “Jesus, Peter. It’s almost midnight- why the hell are you here?”

Peter looks at you like you’re stupid, “Because something is clearly wrong, and i’m not just gonna let you sit here and be depressed about whatever it is by yourself.”

You swallow, eyebrows furrowing and a fresh set of tears beginning to fill your eyes. Even though you abandoned him at the school- he’s still trying to make you feel better. Why did he have to be so nice? Why did he have to make this harder then it already was?

“I’m not upset.” You mumble, arms stretching out behind you to prop yourself up.

Peter sits at the end of your bed, causing it to sink a bit. “Where’s MJ?” You ask. He smiles at the mention of her, “We took her home.” He says.

You hum in acknowledgment, eyes looking past Peter, because you know if you look at him right now you’ll burst out crying.

Peter, always so in tune to your emotions, immediately notices the shift in mood. “Hey, hey…” He scoots closer to you until you’re face to face. His hand cups your cheek, “What’s wrong?”

That’s when the dam breaks. Your lower lip wobbles as a new cascade of tears flows down your cheeks. You push him away, practically jumping to the other side of the room to put some space between the two of you.

“Please, just please Peter, just go-” You beg.

Peters eyes snap open as he stands from your bed. He knows well enough to not attempt to get close to you though. “Not until you tell me what’s bothering you!”

“Nothing is bothering me-”

He laughs at that, “Then why are you crying?”

You roll your eyes, arms crossing over your chest, you scoff out, “It’s none of your business.”

It’s Peters turn to scoff as his eyes practically bulge out of his head, “It is my business y/n! We’re best friends, we tell each other everything! Just tell me what is bothering you so I can help you feel better!”

“I can’t!” You sob.

You can see Peter trying to put it together in his head. He suddenly steps closer to you, eyes searching your face for, well, really anything at this point.

“Is someone threatening you?” He asks seriously. His hands reach out for yours, but you’re quick to pull them behind your back. Hurt flashes in his eyes at this, but still, he persists. “If someone is hurting you because you know me then you have to tell me. Mr. Stark and I can-”

“No one is hurting me!” You huff. You do your best to maneuver around the taller boy, who has somehow cornered you against the wall, but he stops you. Peter gently grabs you shoulder and keeps you in front of him. “Then what is wrong?”

“Please don’t make me say it.” You gasp, “Please, Peter, don’t.”

Peters eyes soften as he pulls you against his chest. You sob into his shoulder, arms circling around his torso and squeezing him against you.

He pulls back, his hands cup your face and he smiles, “There’s my girl.” He says adoringly.

Your lips twitch into a smile and then fall again. “You have to go, Peter.” You mumble. The brunette nods and pulls you into his chest once more. You squeeze him like this is the last time you’ll ever touch him, because as far as you know, it is.

It’s been nearly a month since prom, and you and Peter have spoken possibly three times. It’s not his fault really, he’s just so busy with him and MJ’s new relationship and you, well… you’re not really making any effort to hang out with him. It hurts too much- having to listen to him gush about how in love he is.

Too busy playing with the food on your tray, you don’t notice that you’re staring at Peter and MJ across the lunchroom until someone waves a manicured hand in your face.

“Um, hello? Anyone home?” Gwen jokes. You roll your eyes and drop your fork. Gwen pulls out the chair across from you and drops her tray with a bang.

“I’ve been trying to get her attention this whole time.” Kate says. Gwen shrugs, “Well, you know how she gets when she sees… well. Y’know.”

Kate nods sympathetically and you cross your arms over your chest. “You’re both so dramatic.”

Kate and Gwen share a look.

“How are the plans for your birthday party coming along?” Kate asks, and you’re grateful for the change in subject.

You shrug, “They’re coming.” You say, taking a bite of your mashed potatoes. Gwen snorts, “Coming.” She laughs. You and Kate groan, “You’re such a child.” You say endearingly.

The three of you laugh and continue to eat. You each throw in little comments here and there, and you don’t even notice when Ned sits in the empty chair next to you.

“Hey.” He says with a polite wave. He nods to Gwen and Kate in greeting and the two follow suit. “Hey, Ned.” You respond with a warm smile.

Ned clears his throat, nervously he asks, “Are you avoiding Peter?”

You furrow your brows and glance at the boy in question. Peter is staring right at you. When your eyes meet, he’s quick to look the other way.

“No, i’m not. Why would you think that?”

The boy shrugs, “No-no reason. I was just… wondering.”

You roll your eyes, “Tell Peter if he wants to talk to me he can do it himself.”

Ned opens his mouth to protest but you give him a glare. He nods solemnly and walks gloomily to Peter.

“I think I lost my appetite.” You say. You pick up your tray and leave the table without saying goodbye to a concerned Kate and Gwen.

You throw your food away and head for the bathroom. You’ve spent way too much time here these past couple of weeks, either to just get a breather or to sit in cry. Right now, you want to sit and cry.

You look in the mirror and watch as fresh tears begin to roll down your cheeks, eyes glassy and cheeks beginning to redden.

You drop your backpack on the floor and lean against the sink. Face falling into your hands. A position you’ve found yourself in way too many times.

You aren’t even sure what hurts more- Peter and MJ’s relationship or the fact that you had no right to be mad at Peter and especially not MJ. They didn’t do anything. If you really considered yourself Peters best friend you would be happy for him, right? So then why aren’t you?

Is it because you’re too selfish? Is it because you want Peter all too yourself?

Yes, you think, Is that too much to ask for?

You’re pity party is interrupted by the door opening, and you’re quick to wipe your face and pretend that the mascara stains on your face simply aren’t there. And you’re praying the other person does the same.

Clearly you did something to make the world fucking hate you, because of course Michelle fucking Jones is the one who walks in the bathroom. You sniffle and keep your head down, avoiding eye contact.

Her hair is pulled back in a low pony, some strands left out to frame her face. She’s wearing a simple blue crewneck and baggy leggings. She’s one of those girls who make looking homeless look good.

“Oh,” She clears her throat, “Sorry to… interrupt.” You nod in acknowledgment, immediately attempting to push past her and walk out of the bathroom, but she stops you.

She stares at you for a moment, takes a deep breath, and then says, “Are you in love with Peter?”

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, your heart falling to your stomach. You suddenly feel nauseous- like the room is closing in on you.

“Who told you that?”

She shakes her head, her eyes downcast. “No one. But… it’s not hard to tell.”

You squeeze your eyes shut.You shouldn’t be surprised she noticed. MJ’s always been an observant person, she’s always been able to read right through you- so why did you think you could hide this from her?

“Look,” You huff, “I’m not- I’m not going to act on it so you don’t need to worry-”

“I’m not.” She blurts, “Worried, I mean. I know you and I know that you just want Peter to be happy. I just wanted to tell you that… i’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen and you look at her in shock, your hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. She’s apologizing? For what? Have you really made her feel so bad about being happy wirh someone that she felt the need to apologize?

You feel like a terrible person, your eyes welling up with a new set of tears.

“You have nothing to apologize for-” You start, but she interrupts you again.

“No, I do,” She sighs, she grabs your forearms and bites her lip. “I…I knew. I knew and I still went after him and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Your jaw clenches as a new wave of emotions crash over you. She knew how you felt and she still went after him? Doesn’t that violate like every single girl code there is?

Through your anger, you manage a smile. It’s not her fault, you remind yourself. Peter was so.. so easy to fall in love with, if you were in her shoes you probably would’ve went after him too.

An awkward silence filled her revelation, but through bated breaths you manage, “It’s fine.”

MJ looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, and maybe you have.

“The heart wants what it wants right?”

Birthday parties have never really been your thing. You always feel awkward at them, with all that attention on you. Some people revel in it. You are not one of those people.

You continue to brush out your hair, pulling it back and out of your face to allow you to start your makeup. Your parents are out in some business trip, and as far they’re aware, you’re just going to dinner with a few friends.

You huff and continue to do your makeup. You rarely ever go all out usually, not unless it’s a dance or something like that, but tonight is different. Tonight you’re going to look amazing and you’re absolutely positive about it.

You carefully pull your party dress over your hair, which you just finished doing. The dress is black and lacy. It has spaghetti straps and it reaches to your middle thigh. The material is skin tight and silky to the touch.

You pull on your black heels and walk to your full length mirror. You smooth your hands over sides and make sure you’re comfortable with how you look. You smile and take a deep breath tight as your mom calls you to the living room.

You walk down the stairs slowly, a smile on your face as you see Kate and Gwen talking to your mom. Kate is wearing a beautiful purple dress, the top is tight but the bottom is slightly flowy and it reaches her mid thigh. She looks almost like a princess.

Gwen is wearing a tight sequin teal dress. Her hair is up in a low messy bun with some strands framing her face. “You guys look amazing.” You compliment. At the sound of your voice both of them snap their heads towards you and their eyes practically bug out of their head.

“No fucking way! You look beautiful! Is Peter coming? He should be able to see what he’s missing.” Gwen mumbles the last part, but you still hear it. Your heart pangs a bit at her suggestion but you still put a smile on your face. You explain that you had invited Peter before any of this had even happened, and as far as you knew, he would still be here.

Gwen made a face at this, but didn’t say anything. You shrugged, “Besides, it’s not like we aren’t friends anymore. I just needed some space so I could get used to him and MJ being together. I’m basically over it at this point.” Kate and Gwen shared a look at your blatant lie, but you choose to ignore it.

An awkward silence seeps into the room that all of you choose to believe isn’t there, and it isn’t broken until the first couple of guests get there. You hope up and quickly instruct Kate to dim the lights and start the music, which she does. The room is covered in an incandescent glow now, and the familiar sound of Spotifys, “Best Pop Hits of All Time” playlist begins to play.

You open the door and see the familiar face of Flash Thompson as well as a bunch of other faces you hardly recognize.

You furrow your eyebrows at Flash’s smirking face, “Last I checked, I didn’t invite you.” You snarl. Flash shrugs and pats your shoulder, “Happy Birthday, Sweetie.” He walks past you, and the rest of the guest follow suit.

By the time Peter arrives the place is packed. He can barely turn the corner without nearly running into someone, and the music is blasting so loud his senses are beginning to go awry.

He catches a glimpse of you dancing with Gwen and Kate, your eyes are sparkling and a real smile is on your lips. He thinks it’s the first real one he’s seen on you all month.

His lips twitch up, and his heart aches a bit at the current state of your relationship. He has no idea why you’re avoiding him, but he’s determined to find out tonight and fix it.

You however, have no idea Peter is even there. You’re too busy dancing and finally letting loose. Any thoughts about Peter or about school or even about your life seem to have completely left you, and finally you feel happy. You feel free.

“Happy Birthday Bitch!” Kate exclaims and you laugh heartily. This day really couldn’t be any better.

“Hold on, I’m gonna go get something to drink!” You yell over the music, you practically run to the “punch” (you spiked it) and fill it to the brim of your cup.

You gulp it down, hardly hearing someone calling your name. You glance to the side and see a smiling Peter, but you’re too buzzed to even care.

“Peterrr!” You squeal, immediately throwing your arms around the boy. Peter seems taken aback by your sudden show of affection for him, but he doesn’t push you away. “Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”

You step away from him with a dopey smile on your face, “How have you been?” You question, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in, like, forever.” Peter cringes and laughs nervously, “I’m fine, but today’s not about me. How are you, Birthday Girl?”

You shrug, “Today? I’m great. Every other day, not so much.” Peters smile falls slightly at your revelation. He knows if you weren’t as drunk as you were you would’ve never admitted something like that to him.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He says honestly. You smack his arm and laugh, “I bet you are.” You giggle, and then you kiss him on the cheek and walk back to the dance floor.

Peter really, really needs to find out what’s been bothering you.

The next two hours you spend partying and drinking, getting drunker and drunker as the night continues. Peter has soent the night much different then you, him and MJ mostly keeping to themselves, but he’s been trying to figure out when and how to talk to you.

Eventually, he finds you again grabbing the cake out of the fridge and placing it on the dining table. Peter smiles softly at it, his mind taking him back to all the other birthdays the two of you have shared together.

“Let me guess, half vanilla half chocolate?” He asks you. You loved vanilla, but Peter loves chocolate. So when the both of you were even you decided to go half and half during both of your birthdays, so you could both enjoy the cake together.

“Of course it is.” You slur.

Your obvious drunkness makes Peter question if tonight is really the right night to be doing this, but he knows if it doesn’t happen tonight, it never will, and then things will just continue to get worse. So her takes a breath and asks you, “Can I talk to you?”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms over your chest, “What about?”

Peter looks around at all the watchful eyes and listening ear around you, and gently he grabs your arm and leads you to the backyard. The area is relatively empty minus the few stragglers who aren’t even sober enough to discern their ass from their head.

He takes a breath and watches as you glance around. Your arms cross over your chest as you suddenly feel uncomfortable. “What’s going on?” You ask.

Peter takes a deep breath, “Look, Y/N, I know that you’re avoiding me, I know that for some reason that I can’t wrap my head around that I did something, but I really can’t figure out what it is.” He rambles. You open your mouth to defend yourself, but he interrupts you. “And I really just want to know what I did and how to make it better. So please, please just tell me.”

Your eyes widen and your breath begins to quicken. All the alcohol you consumed seems to have vanished as you feel more sober then you ever have in your life. You don’t know how, but you know tonight is going to change everything.

“I’ve already told you Peter, nothing is wrong.”

Peter rolls his eyes and clenches his fists at his side, “Are we really doing this again? The lying?” You squeeze your eyes shut. Peter takes a step towards you and pushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What is wrong, Y/N?”

“I’m in love with you!” You finally blurt, “I’m in love with you and I have been for years. I didn’t know how to tell you and then you and MJ started dating and I just- I just couldn’t take it. It was selfish and I am so fucking sorry.” You’re crying by the time you’ve finished.

Peter looks shocked, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. You both sit and stare at each other in silence, the music from the party blaring from the inside of the house.

Peter swallows, “I have to leave.” He mumbles, immediately walking past you and practically running into the house.

You cough out a sob and cross your arms across your chest. You almost feel relieved that the truth is finally out there, but Peters reaction causes a whole new set of emotions to wash over you. You aren’t sure of a lot, but you do know that you and Peters relationship will never be the same after this.

Peter knows he fucked up. He knows leaving you there by yourself was not the way to handle that situation, especially not after he basically forced you to confess to him- but he didn’t know what else to do. This changes everything for Peter.

What you don’t know, is that it took Peter years before he was able to finally accept the fact that you didn’t like him like he liked you and to move on. Thats what his and MJ’s relationship is supposed to be, him moving on, but now…

He swings himself across New York Cities skyline, trying to understand what his next move should be. He can’t just break up with MJ, doing that would solve absolutely nothing, but he knows he doesn’t love MJ like he should.

He doesn’t love her like he loves you.

Peter eventually climbs his way up to the top of the Empire State building, a sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s corner shop resting in his lap.

He sighs and runs a masked hand over his face. On one hand, he has his current relationship with MJ. He liked MJ, yes, but he was in it for all the wrong reasons, and breaking up with her would just hurt her which is not something he ever wants to do.

And then there’s you. His childhood friend, the girl he fell in love with, the girl he wants to marry. But he’s practically ruined any chance he had with you. There’s no way you’ll ever want to talk to him after this, and as far as you know, he doesn’t want to talk to you either. Plus, if he broke up with MJ and then confessed everything to you there’s no way you’d even want to be in a relationship with him! (Not that he blames you.)

Even with all these thoughts swirling in his head, he knows he needs to do one thing, and that’s find MJ.

When he reaches her apartment, me knocks on the door solemnly. MJ opens it nearly immediately, and the look on her face shows that she knows why he’s there.

He smiles sadly at her, “Hey.” He mumbles. She just nods in greeting and steps out of the way to let Peter through the door.

She guides him to her room, where they both sit in an uncomfortable silence. “MJ-” He begins, but she interrupts him with a hasty kiss. It’s passionate- but only on her side. Peter sorta just sits there like a hunk of flesh and rests his lips against hers. When she pulls away there are tears in her eyes.

“I know, Peter. It’s okay.” She whispers. She squeezes his hand, and Peter’s eyes well up with an on-set of tears.

“I am so, so sorry.” He says shakily. MJ shakes her head and smiles at him reassuringly, “You have nothing to apologize for. I know you loved her when we started dating, it was just a matter of time before you realized it yourself.”

Peter bites his lower lip, a string of new emotions hits him like a truck. He had been so stupid to think he would ever be able to get over you, and he hates that he’s only just now realizing it.

MJ kisses him on the cheek one final time, “Go to her.”

Peter nods and quickly exits the house, he practically throws himself across buildings to get to you.

You one the other hand, have since practically kicked everyone out of your house so you could sit and wallow in your own self-pity. Kate and Gwen had insisted they stay but you refused saying you just wanted to be alone.

Now, you sit in the dark of your bedroom. Your house is a disaster, but your heart hurts way too much to even care.

Your mind runs through every memory you and peter have together- from the time you met when you were five years old, to now, when you’ve practically ruined any relationship you hoped to have with him.

The thought only rips more sobs out of your throat. You really have no idea how you’re even able to still be producing tears with how much you’ve cried this past month, but here you are, makeup ruined and your eyes practically blood shot.

You practically jump out of your skin when you hear a knock on your window. You don’t need to look to know who it is. The noise usually brings you comfort, happy to know Peter felt safe enough with you to come visit you after patrol- but now… now you know what’ll happen when you open that window, and you know it won’t be anything good.

Peter knocks again, a bit louder this time, and you finally force yourself to get up. You don’t bother trying to fix yourself, Peters seen you at your worst too many times to count.

You pry open your window with a soft grunt, and peter pulls off his mask and crawls through. He stumbles a bit once he lands, but he finds his footing quickly. He smiles shyly at you, but you turn around a cross your arms over your chest. You sit on your bed, causing it to sink a little bit with your weight.

Peter feels awkward and uncomfortable, which is something he never thought he’d feel when he was with you.

“Y/N…” He sighs, “I am so sorry.” You shrug your shoulders, “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t like me and I was stupid to ever admit that to you, especially not when you have a girlfriend.”

Peter shakes his head and leans against your wall, his arms crossed over his suit, “I don’t have a girlfriend. Not anymore.”

Your breath hitches and you finally look at his face, “What do you mean?” You mumble.

Peter shrugs, “I broke up with her.”

Your mind can’t process what you’re hearing. Why would he do that? You can’t conjure up any reason other than he had to be possessed.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You question, standing from your bed and begin pacing the room. “I mean seriously Peter! She loves you! You need to get out of here and go fix it with her!”

Peter chuckles, even through everything you’re still worried about him. “Funny,” He says, “She told me the same thing.”

You stop walking and immediately a feeling of guilt begins to settle in. You ruined MJ’s chance at happiness because of your own selfishness? You promised her you wouldn’t act on your feelings and yet here you are.

“If you broke up with her because of me then you’ve got to be out of your goddamn mind.” You seethe.

Peter shakes his head, “That-That’s the thing Y/N! I didn’t break up with her because you told me you love me, I born up with her because I…” Peter takes breath and squeezes his eyes but, “Because I love you too. And I was stupid for not acting on it sooner and forcing us into this mess.” He confesses.

Your heart practically stops. You can’t believe what you’re hearing and you can’t even look at him.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Peter shakes his head hastily and steps towards you. “I do though. I have loved you for years Y/N and I thought you didn’t love me back so I tried to move on and!- well, you know the rest.”

You swallow, and finally look up at him. Your eyes shining, “So you really love me?” You question.

Peter smiles and wraps his arms around you for the first time in what feels like months.

“I’ve never loved someone more.”

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1k birthday event ୧

It’s My Birthday Month! and I’m throwing a birthday event to celebrate!

other events - cafe event, navigation . masterlist .

Pick a Prompt: Choose a prompt from the following (i found this on pinterest [ by JJ :) ] so if it does belong to someone, please let me know)

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Prompts -

Peter: Croissants: dropped

Bucky: Road: works ahead

Loki: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Y/N: Shavacado: fre

Steve:

Steve, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Awwww! Nice, cute and well-written story, I love it! Thank you so much for your participation. ~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️

Remarkable student | Peter Parker x reader drabble

@thepaperpanda

Summary: Peter’s writing math exam when his sense tingled. What will he do?

Words: 693

Peter Parker was about passing his exam.

Sitting in the classroom, he was reading the content of the task from mathematics. He was perfectly prepared to this exam, Pater has learnt a lot for last few weeks, just to score a good grade.

Everything was going by his predictions, by the time.

When he felt familiar tingle in his stomach, he realized within second something was going wrong nearby.

Shyly, Peter raised his hand up in the air asking if he can leave to bathroom. His teacher threw him a suspicious glance but agreed letting him leave.

Peter went out of the room and looked around checking if he was alone. When he made sure it was like this, he ran straight to emergency exit and sneaked out of the building.

His spider-sense led him straight into school’s backyard.

Peter found out that three overgrown guys were bullying you, a younger girl from his school and it drove him mad. He good knew how it’s when you’re too weak to say ‘no’ when others are torment you both mentally and physically.

“Hey! You!” He yelled running toward them. “Leave her alone, assholes!”

One of the ruffians looked at them laughing.

“Go away, kiddo. We have some serious stuff here. Go back to the sandpit!”

It didn’t make any impression on Peter. Tony Stark has learnt him to not give up, even when the case seems to be tough.

“I said LET HER GO.” Peter repeated firmly getting ready to attack.

“Are you deaf?!” Guy rushed toward Peter ordering his men to keep you in the place.

He swung the blow into Peter’s stomach, but Parker used his quick reflex to avoid it.

Peter grabbed man by his arms and made a flip above his back pulling him behind, so man was pinned down to the ground.

Peter put his foot on man’s chest.

“Don’t ever again try to bully anyone.”

The two men who were standing behind you rushed toward Peter to help their friend.

“You’re dead!” One of the yelled jumping on Peter.

Young man made a jink crouching, and undercut the legs of the man sending him straight on the ground.

“What the hell!?” third dude blinked stopping in the place and taking step back. “Who the hell are you!?”

“Your worst nightmare!” Peter smiled wryly.

Guys got up quickly and ran away leaving Peter with you.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Parker asked approaching you and reaching hand to you.

“Thank you” you grabbed offered hand and rose from the sidewalk. “Thank you. They bully me since a while. And I’ve never done anything to them” you explained shortly sighing.

“I bet you haven’t” Peter nodded raising your backpack and handling it to you. “Go home and rest. And don’t worry. I know a remarkable person who will kick their asses more if they will not leave you alone” he winked at you.

You took backpack and said bye to Peter, then you quickly left in the direction of bus stop.

But you stopped after few steps.

“Thank you for saving me” you smiled at him smoothing your shirt.

He smiled at you too nodding.

Peter looked at a watch on his wrist and ran back to the school building. He had still 7 minutes to pass his exam.

He got to the classroom and took his place coming back to solving tasks.

Few minutes later the bell rang declaring the end of the lesson. Peter sighed and rose from his chair with test in his hand, like others he came to teacher’s desk and put the piece of paper down hoping he had enough time to solve everything correctly.

A week later his teacher was about gave tests back.

“This one you all have left me down. Exam went pretty petty” professor sighed sadly slowly approaching Parker’s desk and putting his exam on the counter. “But you, Peter… Once again you have surprised me. A-”.

Peter smiled and thanked looking at the window. He was sure now that he can easily combine being a secretly hero with being an ordinary student. And he was sure Mr Stark will be proud.

Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed. “Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply. “Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head. “Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter. Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded. “Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey... if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer. “Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot. “Uhm... Sorry sweetheart...”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night. He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid... What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” It was Tony.

Peter blinked. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom... I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh... Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So... Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”

Ok but they were literally my bi awakening

there is a light that never goes out

･ﾟ★ most of these days, i don't get too intimate / why would i let you in? but i think again

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: you’ve tried to ignore the pestering infatuation you harbor for your fellow camp counselor, but when last day debauchery ensues, the lines between friendship and love blur.

tags: slow burn. summer camp. friends to lovers. pining. alcohol usage.

word count: 4.4k

a/n: mother is back and here is my love letter to the feverish bliss of a season and to everyones favorite muse, peter parker + this only took a broken laptop, nicotine and a full year to finish... so enjoy<3

playlist ☆ masterlist ☆ read on ao3 ☆ kofi

You don’t think it’s possible to feel any warmer, but the mixture of everything is weighing in on you. The blossoming bonfire in accordance with the sultry sun. The tipsy hum in your chest. The occasional graze of Peter’s arm against your shoulder.

Sometimes you can’t bring yourself to look at him and this is one of those times.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the last day and you don’t know exactly what to do with yourself. Or it could be the muffled buzz in your chest that’s growing by the minute; telling you to do things you shouldn’t. Admit things you can’t. If you look at him for too long, you’re sure that your better judgment will fade into that tempting hum. 

You squint past the sun rays reflecting off of the lake and focus on all of the small things that don’t mean anything to you. A bottle here, a crushed can there. The flicker and burn of the fire. The new stains on your old Converse.

You search for the next best thing when a beer bottle appears, floating above your lap.

“Your turn,” Peter says.

His voice makes you want to look. It makes you want to say, huh? Then, he would have to repeat himself and you could watch the way his lips move. Instead, you murmur a soft thank you and take the bottle, eyes cemented on the shoreline.

The campers had left in the morning, and yet the feeling of childish abandonment and delight is still overflowing in the empty campgrounds. The handful of twenty-something-year-olds that stayed back for one last night to “clean up” the camp were quick to revel in the sudden freedom. By the time the last bus left with the campers and older counselors, they were already going on a liquor run and starting a bonfire on the shorelines in nothing but their swimwear. And as nice as it all was, you wish the kids were still there. They would distract you from the thoughts of Peter and now, you don’t know what to do when they come.

As you sip on the lukewarm beer, you feel eyes on you. You look up and sure enough, Peter is staring. His eyes are lighter than normal, a sheen like honey, and his expression is almost quizzical. That glint of amusement catches you off guard. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” he smiles. “I’m just waiting for you to admit that you hate beer.”

“What?” you repeat with more confusion.

“Every time I pass you the bottle you frown.”

You furrow your brows. “No, I don’t.”

“Sure you do. And after you drink, you make a sour face,” he says plainly.

You’re about to protest when Peter reaches for the bottle and takes it from you, his hand skimming against yours in the process. 

“Creep,” you mumble. You drag your fingers along the skin that he touched and try to ignore the burn. "You’ve known me for like, what? Two months? And you think you know me like the back of your hand.”

“I wish,” he shrugs before downing the rest of the beer.

I wish. You’re biting the inside of your cheek now. “I- I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and when you close your eyes, you can even see it. His closed mouth grin, full of satisfaction and knowing. 

Fuck. 

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you mutter, standing up from the bench.

“‘Cause you hate beer, huh?” 

“‘Cause I’m thirsty.”

“Mhm, alright, Bug,” Peter says, smugly.

You can still feel his eyes on you as you walk towards the cooler by the dock and as much as you want to look back, you don’t.

You rummage through the cooler— a little more frantic than you should be. Beneath all the shitty beer and ice is a thick bottle of margarita mix and you pull it out in triumph. 

“Wow, going for the hard stuff, huh?”

You look up to see Harry standing in front of you with Patron in his right hand and a vape in his left. You scoff, “Says you. This shit is mostly juice anyways.”

Harry settles beside you and watches you pour yourself a cup. He smells like liquor, cologne, and bad news. 

“Make me a cup?” He slurs.

You hum in response.

You don’t trust Harry. Not for any particular reason, but he makes you unsure of yourself and you don’t like that. You fill his cup to the brim and hand it to him carefully.

“I’m surprised Peter isn’t here with you.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Ah, come on. You guys are two peas in a pod.”

“He’s my friend.”

“Is he though?”

“What else would he be?”

“Everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, ruminating on his words. Your brain is teetering between joke or not. If he isn’t, then what? 

“Just friends,” you murmur in a way that doesn’t reach him. It sticks in the honeyed air like a mantra for yourself. 

Ever since the start of camp, Peter and you had been attached at the hips. You were both the new counselors, whereas everyone else had known each other from the year prior. During counselor orientation and the team-building exercises, you gravitated toward each other, sharing awkward laughs and stupid little comments. As the weeks went by, you got closer and closer. You had just met the guy and he was probably the closest you ever got to a person.

“So, that doesn’t bother you at all?” Harry raises a brow.

You look back and Gwen has replaced you on the bench. Peter’s looking at her with such adoration in his face that makes you feel a pang of jealousy. It spreads through your body like a fever.

His cheeks are full of warmth, laughter bellowing out from him so easily. The subtle flex of his bicep has you staring a little longer than you should. When he catches your stare, you mean to look away but the numbing heat makes you forget.

“What? No. Why would it?” You murmur, turning your attention back to Harry.

“Alright. Well, I’ll help you out. Just ‘cause it’s the last day,” Harry says before pouring an ungodly amount of Patron in your cup.

“Oh- I, um. Okay. Thank you,” you stutter. 

Harry takes his bottle and taps it to your cup. “To friends.”

“To friends,” you mumble under your breath before throwing back a couple of gulps.

Harry starts to talk about nonsense that you can no longer concentrate on. Your ears had zoned in on the laughter behind you, trying to figure out what was so funny to Peter. Have you ever made him laugh like that? 

There’s an invisible string tugging at your face, telling you to look back. Soak up the last of the daylight and the last of Peter, even if it hurts. You want to give into the compulsion, like looking at him is a tick you can’t help, but your attention falls on the dainty bumblebee fluttering innocently in the space between you and Harry.

“Oh, shit,” Harry yelps. His face is full of horror as the small thing dances around him.

“It’s just a bee,” you reassure him. 

Rather than calming down, Harry attempts to pull an ungraceful version of the matrix, bumping into you in the process. 

“Harry!” 

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I just- Fuck!” Before Harry could finish his apology, he’s running far from the docile insect and you.

“Fuckin’ Harry,” you mutter to yourself, looking at the stain of Red40 and Patron on your shirt and then to Peter.

He’s too preoccupied with Gwen to notice the mishap.

Like a small child, it hurts. The possessiveness sticks onto your skin like humidity. 

You down what’s left in your cup in one go and start walking to your cabin.

It was that second week of camp when your heart first succumbed to Peter. The two of you were on night watch and he entertained you with a game of Would You Rather while everyone else on the campgrounds slept soundly and the night insects trilled. 

Would you rather get stung by a bee or watch Isabella all by yourself? 

Give me the bee, you deadpanned.

Ouch, I’m gonna tell her what you said.

You wouldn’t, you scoffed.

You’re right, I won’t. That kid would probably start biting us both. 

One moment you’re laughing and the next, he’s whispering, wait, hold on. Stay still. So you do. You stayed as still as the night and suddenly, his hand was inching closer and closer to your face until his fingers grazed against your cheek. He held an eyelash in front of your lips and gently said, make a wish.

You hesitantly whispered a delicate oh, okay before absentmindedly blowing the eyelash away. 

I hope it was a good one, he grinned.

It was, you lied.

Everything after was hazy, with constant flashes of making a wish. If you could do it again, you would tell yourself to get a grip and not waste such a precious wish like you just did. If you could do it again, you would wish that Peter would grab that eyelash off your cheek again and again and again.

You’re already feeling the drink make its way to your head as you head on over to your cabin. You underestimated Harry’s heavy hand and the heat is working against you. Annoyingly, the wet shirt is enough to cool you down.

You wonder where the time went. It’s overwhelming to think about, especially now that you’re tipsy. Time is slipping through your fingers and you don’t know how you’re supposed to go back to the city and let this all turn into a memory— let Peter turn into a memory. 

In all honesty, you’re not so sure that you can. Eight weeks of children watching and sun soaking. Eight weeks of Peter and all of those almost kisses (two to be exact). Where was it supposed to go? In a shoebox of memories, farther away than you’d like it to be?

There’s a swelling feeling in your chest that quickly dissipates when Peter comes running behind you.

“Hey, hey, where did you go?”

You want to be spiteful and ask him what happened to Gwen. Instead, you bite your tongue.

“I’m right here, Bear,” you say.

“Well, yeah. I mean, what happened?”

“I just wanted to get something to drink and I-”

“You spilled all over yourself.”

“No, I didn’t. Harry did and I need a new shirt.”

“My cabin is right here,” he points out.

“It’s okay, I have my own clothes.”

“Bug, stop being stubborn.” He grabs your wrist, and you have no choice but to stop and look at him. The swelling returns as his brown eyes try to read you. “Trust me.”

“Okay?” 

You sigh. “Okay.”

His cabin is identical to yours. Three beds. Creaky wood all over. Light smell of mildew. You were there once before but you try not to think about it too much.

“Here, sit,” he says, patting the mattress.

Like a loyal dog, you obey quietly.

While Peter rustles through the drawers, mumbling where did I put it? you gaze at the Polaroids decorating the wall like his own personal scrapbook.

You notice one particular photo with you in it. You were setting up the projector for the first Movie Mondays. That night The Princess and the Frog played, the lights flickering green and blue on the flimsy screen that took you and Peter too long to put up. 

Oh my god, you sobbed halfway into the movie. Ray, the firefly, was singing Evangeline to his star, and it was enough to trigger an embarrassing fit out of you.

Are you crying? Peter whispered.

I’ve never wanted to be a bug so bad before, you laughed pitifully. You wrapped your arms around your legs and let the stray tears fall on your knees. You wanted to pout and blame your hysteria on Peter. He didn’t know it but he had an annoying habit of turning you into a child. 

You’re pretty when you cry, he said.

With your head on your knees, you bit your lip. You- you’re stupid.

I don’t think that’s what you say when someone gives you a compliment.

You’re making fun of me.

Am not, Bug, he said for the first time. 

With teary eyes, you looked for the truth on his face. His eyes softened. Without noticing, you licked your lips and you swore he did the same. It happened so fast you couldn’t remember and suddenly you were wondering if you leaned in, would he do the same? Before you could test your theory, there was a tap on your shoulder.

I think I just ate peanuts, Susie said.

What?

My throat is itchy.

Oh!

Luckily, little Susie was okay, but you weren’t. That night you couldn’t sleep. That look on his face stuck with you. If you were crazy, you would’ve thought that he wanted to kiss you. 

Still, you’re unsure.  

You open your mouth to ask him if he remembers that night, but he interrupts you.

 “I kind of miss them,” he says, head still in the dresser. 

“Your army of fanboys?”

“Yeah, if you want to call them that,” he laughs. 

“It was pretty sweet how they looked up to you.”

“Maybe, I should start a cult.”

You snort. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Why do you hate me?” Peter looks back at you and tilts his head with a boyish smile that makes you look away.

He returns his attention to the drawers and you begin to get impatient.

“You know I don’t need anything special, right? I just need… A shirt.”

”Bug,” he says firmly. “When did you get so bratty?”

“I- You’re taking a long time,” you redden.

You tap your foot against the old wood and stare at the back of his head bobbing and searching. His hair is overgrown, longer than it was when you first met him. If you were brave enough, you would run your hands through it.

“If you think about it, we were basically paid to be cult leaders for eight weeks,” he says.

“Oh. We’re still talking about cults. Great.”

“How does one go about making a cult anyways?”

“Hold on, let me just look for a cult leader’s TED talk.”

“So sarcastic, Bug.” 

“Only for you, Bear,” you joke.  

“Good.”

Your ears turn hot and you’re licking your lips again. The raspiness in his voice feels all too serious. 

You’re silent again. It’s quiet enough you can hear the Earth past Peter’s search. Trees rustle. The wind caresses the grass. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear sunshine, but maybe it’s just the alcohol. Eventually another drawer shuts.

“Here,” he says. He finally turns around and stands up with a shy expression on his face that makes you smile. In his hand is a red and blue tie dye shirt he made in the early weeks of camp.

When you reach for it, you zone in on the beaded bracelet on his wrist, a silly little nothing that you made for him a week ago. You might as well have threaded the beads to say IHAVEACRUSHONYOU, but the nickname you called him was safer.

You partially regret the bracelet as the cringey gift screams elementary innocence, but now you had something of his. You were even.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s fine,” you say before you can think. “I mean it’ll only take three seconds. You’ve seen me without a shirt before, hah.”

“Someone’s drunk,” he chuckles. 

You turn away before he can see you blush. “Not really…”

In one swift motion, you sling off the stained shirt and drape it along the end of his bed frame and pick up Peter’s replacement shirt.

“Oh, it’s healing nicely,” Peter says, surprised.

You look back in an attempt to look at the once opened wound on your back. “Thanks to you, I guess.”

Due to peer pressure from freshly graduated fourth graders, you had jumped off the cliff right into the lake and your back grazed against a submerged rock. It wasn’t anything serious. Barely deep enough for medical attention and the adrenaline from the jump turned you numb.

It was the first time he touched you, really touched you. A deliberate palm to your side rather than an unintentional graze of the knuckles. It made you think of other ways you could hurt yourself just so the two of you could play an innocent game of doctor.

I can’t just drink this by myself, you whined. 

I’m about to put a needle through you, you really want me to drink alcohol right now?

I trust you, you admitted unwillingly.

Once he stitched you up, you sat together side by side on his bed with your shirt still over your neck and your bathing suit now cold on your skin. He pressed his hand on your thigh, saying all better. It was enough to warm you up. Enough to make you forget why you never kissed him. Enough to make you want to.

He squeezed the fleshy part of your thigh, and you exhaled. Peter.

It’s Dr. Parker to you.

One moment you’re whispering, stupid, and the next your nose was grazing his with two parting lips just barely touching. His own breath matched yours. Cinnamon, and booze. Warm and wanting. You gently nudged your nose against his before you could come to.

With lips hovering and agape and adrenaline clouding your mind, you thought he was about to kiss you, for sure this time. But when Gwen knocked on the door, calling out to Peter, kissing was the last thing you wanted to do. The only option was to run away. Run back into that lake and sink all the way to the bottom.

When you throw the shirt on, the fabric grazes against the healing scar. The cotton is soft and weightless. You could immediately smell the familiar evergreen and pine. 

“Red and blue look good on you,” Peter says and you have to force yourself to not think anything of it. Friends compliment each other. No big deal.

“You should keep it,” he adds and then you’re thinking, okay, kind of a big deal. But you don’t have it in you to protest. If this was the only thing you could get from Peter, then you were happy. Almost satisfied.

“Alright,” you say and wear it like a promise ring.

By the time you two make it back to the lake, the sun is nearly set. The bonfire melts into the fire in the sky, a burnt orange streak floating above the lake. Smoke and char wafts in the air and you notice everyone huddled up in a circle. There’s beer bottles surrounding them like they were partaking in some kind of ritual. As you get closer, you see the single bottle laying on its side in the middle of the crowd. 

“What are they, twelve?” Peter whispers as Flash and Felicia kiss.

They don’t notice you two. They’re far too gone and enamored to see beyond themselves, and you’re grateful. Being the bystander looking in was better than watching Peter kiss someone else.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” he nudges.

You nod your head in silence and follow him like a lost puppy.

You two keep to the lakeshore and walk side by side until you can barely see the stray embers of the bonfire in the air. 

A mile away, you eventually reach the west pier. It’s unsoiled with beer and degeneracy, the moon purifying the fresh water and wood. The two of you sit on the dock, feet dangling in the chilling water. By the time the night completely glossed over, the alcohol had too.

“It’s so… Quiet,” you say and suddenly you fear your voice may disturb the stillness and ripple through the water. 

“I like it.”

“Just kind of eerie, ya know?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll scare the monsters away for you,” he teases.

Peter places one hand on your back and rubs small circles, a new type of warmth now rippling through you. 

Without realizing it, you began to mindlessly kick your feet through the lake, ripples after ripples reaching out to touch the earth beyond. The wrinkles of water pulsate. Your heart does the same with each circle of his hand.

“Should’ve got another beer before we left,” you eventually murmur.

“I’m not fun enough for you?”

I just don’t know what to do with myself.

“You’re less fun without your little cult,” you tell him. 

“I’m retiring,” he tells you.

“Oh, God forbid.”

“I’m tired,” he says. “Let me be tired.”

When he lays his head in your lap, you don’t move. You barely breathe.

You wish you could feel the calm, shudder and move on, exhale the hummingbird out of your chest, and be done with it. 

It’s heavier than you can manage. The ease and calm of him scares you. He makes a home in you so terribly easy, and you can barely touch him without feeling dizzy.

Peter sighs. “What am I going to do without you, Bug?”

You wish he didn’t say things like that.

You get out a shaky, “I don’t know.”

But you do know. Peter’s going to be okay without you. You’ll just be some girl he used to know and move on just fine. But you on the other hand? You don’t know. You don’t want to.

It aches.

I’m tired. Let me be tired, you beg the cruel universe.

It twinkles in response. Ripples right through you. 

Your hands are in his hair. You’re dizzy, but you do it anyway. There’s a soft moan coming from Peter so you play and pull and tug, letting all the anxiety leave your hands like kneading dough. You’re gentle because Peter is gentle. Rubbing your back. Stitching up a silly mistake. And even breaking your heart. He does it so gently, you don’t know if he has a cruel bone in his body. Even if he was cruel, you’re not sure if it would offend you.

He closes his eyes. You drag your nails against his temple and roam freely. The night sky reminds you of fireflies and popcorn. Slow breaths and wishes. You count the dimples on the moon. Little distractions to ground you, even now. 

The moment feels infinite. Almost infinite, like those almost kisses. So close, yet so fleeting. You stop trying to make it stay. You let it ripple through you.

You feel a little brave.

“Let’s go swimming,” he says, eyes closed. He can smell it on you— the braveness, you think.

Your hands freeze.“Now?”

“When else?”

“It’s cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm, Bug,” he says, this time with his brown eyes wide, open, and tempting. “Trust.”

He stands up and holds his hand out for you before you can protest. Whenever he mentions trust, it does something to you. The cut above your shoulder blade is trust scarred onto your body. Were you supposed to stray from your habits now? On the last day?

You open your mouth but then your hand is in his and he’s guiding you to the obsidian. 

He takes off his shirt and shorts, throwing them on the dock. You follow suit, and by the time you fold the tie dye shirt into a neat square, Peter’s already in, yelping, laughing, coaxing.

You shiver and when you’re in the water, you shiver some more. 

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Is this your big plan to murder me? Drown me and run back to everyone else and play spin the bottle?” you grumble, less than satisfied.

“Duh,” he smiles proudly.

You’re treading water, feet barely reaching the sand, while Peter stands tall, the moon illuminating his handsome face.

“Why didn’t you wanna play spin the bottle?” you say impulsively. 

It shocks both you and Peter.

“Did you?”

“I asked you first.”

His brows knit together. “I don’t want to see you kissing someone else.”

Your brain short circuits. A laugh coils in your stomach and you want to ask if Ashton Kutcher is going to come out of the woods with his crew and yell, Gotcha! It makes more sense than what you think he’s implying. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“What do you want it to mean?”

Your limbs suddenly burn from trying to stay afloat.

“Do you need me to show you, bug?” he says.

His hand is out in front of you again like a life raft. You let him take you, pull you in his gravity. Show me. You glide in the water until you can feel Peter’s breath on your face and your chest is heaving against his. Show me.

Peter wraps his arm around your lower back and your legs have nowhere else to go but wrapped around him. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Still need me to show you?”

 Show me. Show me. Show me.

“I think so,” you say so delicately you’re not so sure he hears you, but then his lips are on yours and the sun comes back in the dead of night, blooming in your ribcage.

It happens fast. He doesn’t let you hesitate, retreat back like the scared creature you are. He knows you. He kisses like he knows you. He keeps his promise. I’ll keep you warm. 

Soft, tender, and close to loving. His lips overlap yours and your gripping onto his back like this moment could dissolve in this lake. He grips you right back like you’ll run. You could. You might.

He deepens the kiss, more want, more need, less tenderness. He sucks on your bottom lip and the strength to run right out of you. 

Your hands wander feverishly. From his back to the crook of his neck and then his hair.

Now that he has you here like this, it makes things more difficult. 

You feel like a firefly. This small little thing of shine and glow, jutting around in a mason jar with Peter’s name sharpied on the top. 

His lips linger for a second longer and then he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

“Bug,” Peter says.

“Hmm?”

“You’re going to call me, right?”

His lips move in slow motion.

“Right,” you say.

r a m b l e s

just like imagine peter not being able to sleep because he's like super honry, and you guys are just friends, and he gives you a call before he even realises what he's doing, and all you hear is a whine from the other end of the line telling you how much he needs you.

totally not wishing that could happen to me

c l a s s r o o m

I can't get the thought of being in the same class as Peter, and forgetting your notes from the previous lesson, so he gives you his. And the next day you go to thank him and how you are in his debt, and he says something like 'well you could always go on a date with me' and at a complete shock for words you just nod your head and pull out a pen to write you number on his hand. And then you proceed to scurry off like a little rat because you're so flustered.

yes i called you a rat.. but youre a cute rat

hello, just wanted to tell you how wonderful your work is, keep it up and keep rocking :) I was wondering if you could do a yandere Peter Parker x reader oneshot where the reader has powers and she's completely badass? But she kinda has self esteem issues and thinks her feelings aren't important. I'm sorry if I made you sad TvT

I will try my best! And thank you so much for the compliments ♡

Silent Shadow. That’s what she was. At least that’s what it was before the Avengers came. She was a assassin for a group called Hydra. Hydra was all she knew and that’s all she thought there was for her. She was there strongest asset, she was even able to rake down the Winter Soldier. She had beaten every hydra agent in a fight and she had many skills. You’d think she would just run away since she was able to overthrow them but Hydra made sure she would have no one to go to outside of them so they killed her parents and took her. She was alone. At least that was until she grew a relationship with her partner. A platonic one. She thought she had no one.

Until the day they showed up.

“Cap, how’s it looking out there? Need Code Green?” Bruce said from inside the quinjet.

“No, I think we are good Bruce. Tony is taking out the rest alongside Thor. Guess this base wasn’t as important.” Cap replied through the coms. It was true. It was a pretty easy mission, that was until they went towards the cells.

Bucky Barnes alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver got rid of every Hydra Agent in the cells. At least the thought they did until they reach the very end cell with a complex lock. Bucky nodded at Wanda and she quickly used her powers to undo the lock.

Once inside they see a girl. She looked around 16 years old. Bucky froze.

Another assassin.

He knew her.

He rushed to the cyrochamber and opened it to the dismay of the team. They didn’t need another Hydra Soldier to deal with but he was not going to leave her in there. Steve walked into the room and saw him opening the chamber.

“What are you doing Buck?”

“I’m getting her out of here.” He spoke leaving no room for arguments.

“What if she’s dangerous?”

“I know her. She was my partner. She never wanted this. She always fought.”

“How do you know she will still fight?”

“I don’t.”

and finally it was open and he grabbed her then made his way back to the quinjet. The team that didn’t go to the cells were already there.

Tony was the first to notice Barnes carrying a girl.

“What do you got there?”

“...” Bucky didn’t respond. He wouldn’t explain back at the compound. He just wanted her to wake up. He wanted his little sister back.

Back at the compound

Her senses slowly came back to her and she woke up to her hand resting in somebody’s. She opened her eyes and saw.... Bucky! She lightly shook his hand making him shoot up.

“Doe!”

(I thought Doe would be a cute nickname since it forms from the only name they know which is Shadow.)

“Snowy!” She said happily. She was free. She was with her older brother. Everything would be okay.

And it was. For awhile. They took a blood test from her and found out she was Tony’s missing sister who was taken after the car crash with her parents. Her name was Y/N but some still called her Shadow or Doe in Bucky case. She didn’t blame Bucky but he sure blamed himself but he wouldn’t let himself cut her out of his life because of guilt. She developed relationships with the team. Tony and Bucky were her protective older brothers, Steve, Bruce, Clint and Thor were like uncles. Natasha was her aunt. Pietro and Wanda were like siblings. Then there was the day she met Peter. She had finally worked back up her courage and bravery, not to mention her cunningness. She was herself again, just more confident than before the accident. She walked around in stride, almost matching up to Natasha. She would work on her powers with Wanda and then make sure to spend time with her family.

He had come over to the tower after hearing about the new person at the tower from Tony. He had invited Peter to come over and meet his sister, Peter being addicted to pleasing his idol said of course and made his way over.

He was of course expecting a older woman since he knew Tony’s parents had died many many years ago, he was not prepared to see her.

Peter made his way up the elevator of the expensive tower after telling Jarvis what floor he wanted to be on. The elevator opened and there the team was in all their glory sitting on the couch waiting for him and the other guest to be ready.

“Hello Man of spider!” Thor boomed loudly as Peter stepped out of the elevator. Peter waved shyly at Thor and the others followed with their hellos. After a little more waiting Tony was impatient and called his sister to come down.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming! I didn’t even take that long! It would take longer to say your full title thing you like to say about yourself. Isn’t Genius, Billionaire Playboy, Kiss ass?” She smirked as she walked into the room. Peters eyes widened.

She was Tony Stark’s sister?

“Who’s did you want me to meet?” She questioned her brother as she smiled at him cheekily after forgetting the name of the person for the billionth time.

Tony rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stay mad at the sister who came back miraculously from the dead.

“Peter meet Y/N my little sister and Y/N meet Peter Parker aka Spider-boy.” Tony introduced and Peter stepped forwards almost in a daze and held out his when to shake formally.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N said cheekily as he continued staring. He lightly shook his head and blushed embarrassedly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

She was more confident now away from hydra and he liked her personality.

And it truly was because that was the day that started his obsession with the one and the only

Y/N Stark.

He always came over to the tower to hang out with her as they had grown to be friends but Peter wanted more. Sometimes he came over and stalked her outside of the windows. Peter had hacked the tower from the inside to not detect him as Spider Man on the outside of the tower. Whenever he was in her room he’d touch everything he could and he secretly undid the latch to her window. He snuck into her room every night just to watch her sleep, watching as her chest raised and called from her steady breathing . He took pictures of her whenever he spied and had a secret collection of them filling his closest. He had even entered the room when the other Avengers had decided to run to the store for groceries dressed in their typical jacket, sunglasses, and baseball hats disguises. He cuddled into her blankets and breathed in her scene as he held into her pillow.

He was undeniably in love with Y/N Stark.

And he wanted her to be his.

His plan was soon put into action. He knew her schedules, wasn’t too hard she was required to stay at home as it was too dangerous because of Hydra.

One day he just got lucky, the team had to go out on a mission and she was required to stay home but Tony didn’t want her by herself so he called his trusted intern, Peter Parker. He was asked to go over to the tower to keep Y/N company and he immediately said yes.

And the day started off as usual for Y/N. She woke up and had breakfast, then sat by the tv watching her favorite show Once Upon A Time. She always like watching it because the character Jefferson reminded her of Bucky. She was halfway into episode 16 when Peter arrived in the Elevator.

“Hey Peter!” She called from the couch. She didn’t even look at him. It made him slightly mad. He should be her one and only. Not the stupid tv show.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied after he got over his anger.

“What do you want to do?” She questioned looking at him with a eyebrow raised.

“There are so many things I’d like to do.” He thought to himself but restrained from saying.

“It’s up to you.” He replied shortly continuing to think through his plan. He was confident it would go right if he followed each direction.

They went to the gym and she began to work on her powers while Peter watched her intently. He needed to know her powers if things were to go south with his plans. She first turned invisible then made force fields.

She continued to make the force fields bigger and Peter had to continue to back up to avoid getting hit with it. He began to get too far away. He also didn’t want her to thing that she could push him away like this.

“Y/N stop. You need to get food in you before you continue practicing. Your low on energy.” He faked looking concerned in order to manipulate her to feel bad. Of course she was usually defiant but she just wanted Peter to be happy. So she gave in.

“Alright.” He nodded in praise at her giving in. He knew how to get her now. She needed to please others. Probably a side effect from Hydra but it could be used to his advantage.

They then began baking... well more like Peter while she watched he made her sit down after he was worried about her burning herself. She needed to be taken care of. He also didn’t need her catching onto his plan, taking a pill out from his pocket and crushed it onto the cupcake he was going to give her. It looked like sugar. After being at hydra you’d think she would check her food before she ate. But she didn’t. She had to trust Peter of course. That’s what her brother wanted from her. She felt bad not being able to help around the tower. She felt as if she wasn’t contributing enough. Y/N thought it would help if she did what she thought was expected of her, not what she wanted. She wanted to bake. But if Peter didn’t want her to then she couldn’t deny it.

Then they watched tv but Peter hated it because again her attention was somewhere else. Halfway through Star Wars he turned off the tv and waited for it to work.

Just as he looked at her he could see her eyes be going to droop.

“Oh Y/N are you tired?” He questioned with fake concern.

“Oh, I am. Just a little bit. I slept well last night-“ she was cut off by a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m sorry Peter. I knew you came over to hang out.”

“It’s fine Y/N. Just got to sleep.”

Just as he said that her eyes shut and he smiled victoriously. She was his. And she wasn’t ever going to leave.

He picked her up bridal style and took her into her room and sat her down on the bed while he changed into his Spider-Man uniform and packed her some clothes. They wouldn’t be coming back here. After packing clothes into a small back pack he picked her up once again and they went swinging out of the tower with Jarvis not even alerted because of Peter hacking it before to not detect his suit.

He arrived at a small house in the middle of the woods and carefully opened the door and brought her inside. Peter glanced around the rooms just in case then sat her in the bed, attaching a chain to her ancle. The clasp part of the chain had a little padding so it wasn’t hurting her but it did keep her there. He kissed her on the head and quickly changed out of his suit. Then got into the bed wearing boxers climbing in next to the sleeping girl. He wrapped a arm around her waist and sighed content.

She was finally his.

The Avengers got back to the tower and saw no one there. No struggle. Nothing.

Tony Lost his sister. Again.

Bucky lost his little sister. Again.

And

Peter had taken the love of his life to be all his.

At least until they check the tapes.

Sorry it’s taken me forever to write this. This was my first shot at a Yandere and I hope it’s good. Sorry if I should have done less back story and more Peter but I hope you like it. Anyways thank you for the suggestion. ♡

My pookie bear did not kill anyone. (probably)

okay so ik im still writing as if destiny and i have no intent on slowing down, but i am looking ahead. what story would you guys like next? ive been getting into the marauder era of harry potter and im not a potterhead, but i really like the marauder era ( i 💓 prequel eras). i am open to write for a lot of series, so let me know!

update: i really wanna write prequel x men (like first class) lol so uhm that's also an option 😛

im too indecisive

right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.

Can someone please point me in the direction of a series or one shot of the reader dying and Peter/Tom going through the motions and just the sadness? Or just any good series you’ve been HOOKED on! Thank youu ‘xo

Cheating - Peter Parker

Warning: one (maybe two) swear word, but other than that it’s fine!

Life in the Avengers tower was normal. Well, as normal as it could be in a tower filled with Earth’s mightiest heroes. Things were finally settling down after the events of the ‘civil war’ as it was referred as, the inhabitants of the tower becoming used to being around each other again and the ever-present tense atmosphere slowly dispersing as interactions became more frequent and more amicable. It still wasn’t entirely unusual to hear a few arguments from time to time, but even the Avengers weren’t expecting to hear shouting this intense anymore, especially from the two people no one thought even knew how to argue with each other.

As the youngest Avengers, Peter and (Y/N) instantly grew close to each other, bonding over school problems and the struggle to balance normal life and their lives as heroes amongst numerous other things. As a result of time, and numerous not-so-subtle nudges from the other Avengers, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and had been happily dating for the last year. Their relationship was a refreshing change for the rest of the Avengers, even Sam had to admit that. The two of them were almost always together, laughing at some random joke or speaking quietly to each other about lord knows what, and they reminded the others of the things they were fighting for.

The happy couple had never argued about anything more serious than the best ice cream flavour, a subject that still causes conflict between the two. Nevertheless, it seemed that nothing could ever tear the two apart. That idea started to crumble in the minds of Earth’s mightiest heroes when they heard shouting coming from the room the two of them had been in for the last 30 minutes.

“You cheated! How could you? You promised you wouldn’t!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out loudly. In the kitchen the rest of the group were sitting, looking at each other in a mixture of confusion and concern for the couple.

“Babe, no! I swear I didn’t cheat!” Peter replied quickly, trying to appease his girlfriend’s anger.

“Oh get fucked Parker!” At that they group in the kitchen decided it was time to intervene before the situation got too out of hand.

“Alright, everybody calm down, what’s going on?” Tony led the group into the room, all of them prepared to have to stop some sort of fight. The two teenagers twisted around from their spots on the floor, each sitting on their own bean bag.

“Peter’s a big fat cheater, that’s what’s going on!” (Y/N) exclaimed, making Peter throw his hands in the air.

“For the last time, I didn’t cheat! The blue shell is a perfectly valid tactic!” (Y/N) glared at Peter.

“What the hell are you two arguing about?” Tony asked, the group still completely in the dark about the cause of the dispute between the youngest Avengers.

“Peter blue-shelled me!”

“He what?” Natasha asked.

“(Y/N)’s angry that I won the race because I used a blue shell on her when she was in first place.” Peter explained.

“I still have no idea what they’re talking about.” Bruce muttered to Steve and Sam.

“Would one of you please explain what is going on, using normal English so that the rest of us can understand?” Steve asked, his facial expression displaying his growing exasperation at the still undetermined nature of the situation.

“I won at Mario Kart and (Y/N)’s annoyed because she was winning and then she wasn’t.” Peter explained, causing the group of adults to roll their eyes and sigh at the teenagers, realising that there was no real conflict happening and that they had left the comfort of their seats in the kitchen for nothing.

“Okay, well, I’m going back to my coffee.” Clint said, heading out the door, the others following him out except for Tony who stayed behind momentarily to look at the pair again, before chuckling to himself and finally following the others out, muttering something along the lines of “young love” under his breath.

As the door closed, the two remaining occupants of the room turned to look at each other. A moment of silence passed, before they broke it by breaking into laughter. Peter gently tugged on (Y/N)’s arm, prompting her to lean down to rest her head on his lap, his fingers automatically going to her hair.

“ ‘m sorry babe.” Peter muttered, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” The girl replied, a smile crossing both of their faces. “But next time I’m going to absolutely wreck you, mark my words.”

“Whatever you say babe.” Peter replied, smiling softly at the girl in his arms.

In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, even the game on the TV becoming a distant memory, as they fully relaxed into each other and entered into a state of pure contentedness in the presence of the one they loved.

Peter Parker - Homework

Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”

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Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.

“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.

“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”

“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.

“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.

“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.

——

Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.

——

“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”

Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”

“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.

You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.

“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.

“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”

Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.

“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”

——————

BONUS:

Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.

“Hey Pete?”

“Hmm?”

“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”

“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh

Requests are still open!

* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’