These Were So Funny 😂😂😂 💖💖💖

Awww this was too cute!!!!

scripts thrown into the fire

peter parker x reader

summary: you and peter make a bet before spending seven minutes in a closet before new year hits, and he ends up telling you what he feels

word count: 3,117

warnings: another enemies to lovers, peter being a huge dick, mentions of gross alcohol, fluff and slight angst

a/n: nothing. i just really really liked this :)

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“Fuck Peter Parker.”

MJ looked at you, eyes widening at your vulgarity. “Fuck him? Or… fuck him?”

You glared at her. “You know what I mean.”

She scoffed, lips turning into a frivolous smile. “Trust me, I don’t. You could mean – fuck Peter Parker, he’s a douchebag – or – I would like to fuck Peter Parker.”

You rubbed your temples, closing your eyes. You were already having a headache from the absolutely blinding lights, and MJ’s question made your head hurt even more. “Michelle, I hate him. I despise him.”

“Do you really hate him? Or do you just hate him because you’re afraid of how much you love him?”

With your jaw slacking the slightest, you scoffed in offense. “I don’t love him! And if I did, it wouldn’t be love, it would probably be infatuation.”

“So you admit it! You like him!”

“I said ‘if I did’,”

“Same thing.”

“No- no it isn’t!”

She’d caught you off guard. MJ smirked, placing the cup back between her lips.

You never liked Peter Parker. You didn’t know what it was that just ticked you off – that struck your nerves. Maybe it was because he did nothing but strut down the hallways with that smug look on his face knowing he was the smartest, or that he dated the hottest girls or that everyone appreciated who he was.

You didn’t know when you started hating him because you felt that way for years. But you knew why you hated him.

You hated him and that was it. Your new normal.

MJ disappeared, excused herself and got inside the bathroom beside her. You didn’t know what to do next, so your legs mindlessly brought you to the crowded kitchen, grabbing another slice of pizza.

“Is it just me or something smells rotten?”

His voice, like a deceitful man, rang around your ears. You felt like you were about to explode, the blood inside you boiling as he appeared beside you like a Devil in disguise. Rolling your eyes, you sucked your cheeks in before giving him a forced smile.

“Ah, so you are a dog. Smelling things from afar and whatnot.”

“Do you ever shower? Or is that just the grease from the kitchen I smell?”

“Did it ever occur to you that the grease you’re smelling is from your shirt?”

“What grease?”

Your fingers, previously holding your pizza, dragged itself on the side of his shirt. Peter yelped, eyes widening when you touched him. You smiled when you spotted the imprint of your fingers that he was now wiping with a towel. “Thanks for the tissue.”

Still rubbing the spot, he sneered at you. “You’re disgusting.”

“Learned from the best.”

“Who? The blonde senior you slept with? Or the guy with the mullet who sells beer at the store near campus?”

Your eyes widened, but not in offense (if you were being honest, you would be offended if it were MJ or any other friend, but it was kind of shocking when Peter said it). “How’d you know about that mullet guy?”

“I have my ways,” he shrugged, taking a sip from the cup in his hand. “Honestly, don’t you have to look for something interesting to do?”

“Oh, like being Spider-Man is interesting?” You raised a brow, taking a bite from your pizza despite losing your appetite the second he came. “You’re a new type of stupid.”

His head tilted sideways, placing his elbow on the kitchen counter to look at you. Peter smiled, with a hint of nervosity, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He contemplated on saying that no, being Spider-Man is fun. But he remembered that he was still denying the truth to you, and he wasn’t about to prove you right. “For the last time, sweetheart, I’m not Spider-Man.”

You chewed on your pizza, looking at him. “You wanna bet?”

Peter continued to stare into your eyes, like it didn’t spend half of his life burning him alive. But he didn’t care – he liked the burn. He liked anything your eyes gave him, threw at him, said to him. If it meant getting your attention, he’d endure that imaginative fire scalding his skin.

“Sure,” he whispered, finger dragging along the skin of your neck, pushing the hair away. “If you have me saying a secret of mine by midnight, I’ll tell you the truth and everything that comes with it.”

You raised your eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

He smiled. “I get to kiss you.”

Your mouth parted.

You wondered if the iceberg you created between the two of you had melted from the heat of the fire your eyes lit on his body; if it melted and created a puddle beneath you so you’d blunder in your thoughts.

Peter Parker wanted to kiss you.

No, he doesn’t. He’s a cocky bitch with an ego as big as his ears.

Peter Parker created a game in his masquerade; He was so foolishly cynical in himself that he’d end up unmasking in his own play. He knew that, and you might have known that too but at that moment you didn’t, because all you could think about was the brevity of your breath the second you imagined his lips on yours during your demise.

You wanted to back down, maybe even tell him he can go fuck himself. But you weren’t like that – you wanted to fight a war he’d most definitely lose in. So that he’d be the one looking up at you, calling you his queen, and you'd be lost in your own pious ataraxis.

It was a quintessentially monarchical thought, but why not.

“Deal.”

Literally just made a deal with the devil. Kind of fucking nervous.

You offered your hand for him to shake, but instead he placed his soft lips on the skin of your knuckles, remaining eye-contact. “Can’t wait to kiss you, pretty girl.”

Peter smirked when your small smile disappeared. You fought the urge to place both your hands on his face and slam his head on the counter, breaking his nose. Instead, you gathered up the courage to smile again, tilting your head.

“And I can’t wait to tell everyone that you’re Spider-Man,” maybe you were drunk, maybe you weren’t, but you didn’t mean that. You knew that if he were ever to tell you that he was Spider-Man, you wouldn’t tell anyone. But you enjoyed seeing him get anxious and feel the sweat in his hands knowing you caught him off guard.

You pat his cheek before walking away.

-

“Flash, I’m not your mom. Stop begging me for attention.”

Peter almost laughed when he heard you say that, but his eyes narrowed at your failed attempt to shove Flash’s arm off your shoulders. “That was mean,” Flash said, pouting. “Just join us, (y/n)!”

The drink in his hand was stagnant now. Peter grimaced at the bland taste, throwing the substance into the sink. But he didn’t know which grossed him more: his drink that he was sure had a hotdog thrown into before he took it, or that Flash was weirdly holding you in his arms, pulling you into the living room, and that you were letting him touch you like that.

“Dude,” Ned hissed in his ear for the third time, narrowing his eyes. “The longer you stare at them, the more you’re being obvious.”

Peter frowned, standing straighter. He wanted to be oblivious (“what do you mean obvious ?”) but he figured Ned would have just told him what he didn’t want to hear at the moment. “S-sorry.”

“C’mon man, just talk to her.” Ned pushed his shoulder. “There’s no harm in telling her the truth. Well, the Spider-Man one, maybe. But that you like her? What’s the worst that could come?”

“Rejection?”

“…right…”

He shook his head. He didn’t know why he made that bet in the first place. Peter was in the spur of the moment; he wasn’t thinking straight, and he blamed it on the alcohol. But who was he kidding? He wasn’t even at least half dunk.

He blamed it on you. Not because you probably knew that he was Spider-Man, but because you had the most exquisite and alluring eyes he’s ever seen that he felt like he had just gotten hypnotized into making the bet – a bet he knew he’d renounce his heart in.

Peter sometimes didn’t enjoy what your eyes did to him. Whether it was roasting him alive, or making him helpless in the knees; your eyes always made him anxious, and quite often, had him making stupid decisions. But he liked it when you looked at him, regardless of what your eyes currently signified.

He liked it so much that he couldn’t help but stare directly into your eyes that were glaring at him from across the room drunkenly. It tore his concentration away from Flash, who still stood beside you.

“Hey,” Ned nudged him. “They’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in the living room. Come on.”

He dragged his arm before Peter could protest. He sat opposite from you, cautiously eyeing the bottle in the middle of the carpet as people gathered around him.

11:52

Peter could feel his skin sweat from the watch wrapped around his wrist. Flash sat beside you, hand on the bottle.

“This game is for middle schoolers,” he heard you mutter underneath your breath. Flash frowned, fingers playing with the glass.

“Didn’t you suggest this?” he said softly, looking at you.

“What? No, Cindy suggested it.”

“Then why’d you agree with her?”

“Because – just spin the fucking bottle and let’s get this over with.”

He shrugged, followed by a wry chuckle as his wrist twisted and the bottle spun. Peter didn’t know why, but his senses heightened in anticipation, watching as the glass spun unevenly against the carpet.

When it slowed and landed on him, his eyes immediately darted to yours.

You weren’t looking at him.

“Parker!” Flash bellowed. “Get in the fucking closet!”

Peter’s eyes widened, moving backwards. “What? Why? I don’t want to go in there.”

He stood up nonetheless. Peter didn't know why, but he felt himself blush when Flash had grabbed your arm and hauled you up for you to stand, pushing you towards the closet.

“Hey, what the fuck?” you hissed, rubbing your shoulder as you glared at Flash. “I do not consent-”

“Blah blah,” he cut you off. “You suggested the game, you go in first.”

“But- Cindy suggested it!”

Cindy looked at Flash in faux-innocence, shrugging. “No, I didn’t. You did. Right, Flash?”

You gasped, tugging on your arm but no matter how much you tugged, Flash kept his grip on you. “Stop gaslighting me!”

Peter was roughly forced into the closet. He didn’t know why he let himself be pushed like that. He could have effortlessly opposed back, but maybe the idea of you being stuck with him in a small expanse made his body unexpectedly go limp and he decided not to fight back.

You fought back, however. Something about being stuck in a room with the person you loathed the most made you want to hurl, albeit it was a way for you to have an opportunity to win the bet. You knew you had him encased around your finger; you’ve seen the way he looks at you and you knew what your stare does to him. It made you feel emphatic, no doubt, and you knew you could easily make him fold but you just couldn’t stand being in a small room with him.

It had gotten to a point where Flash had to wrap his arms around you and carry you inside while Peter stood watching like a fucking idiot.

Flash closed the door, and neither of you heard the sound of the lock snapping.

You glared at Peter. It became a habit - glaring at him. And even though he enjoyed your murderous gaze, it almost always caught him off-guard. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m honored,” he leaned closer, bending slightly so his eyes met yours directly, “to be fucking hated by you.”

11:53 was on Peter’s watch, signifying that you’ve only been with him for a minute. It felt ironic, really, that he was with you six minutes before New Year inside a closet - it felt ironic because you’re supposed to spend it with your family but instead here he was, in a closet with you.

He felt his chest compress when he recognised how tight both of you were. The tips of your shoes abutted, and he could feel the faint touch of your chest against his. You were both so close but Peter felt as if you were far away from him - incapable for him to touch; to sense.

Peter frowned when you shifted uncomfortably and pushed yourself off the wall, not even caring that your forehead now touched the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes warily darted on each corner of the room, and he could sense how your heart beat rose each look you took.

“Are you alright?” he asked genuinely. “Are you claustrophobic?”

You looked at him, the glare in your eyes softened the slightest as you leaned backward. “No. I’m Peter phobic.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s a made up word, dumbass.”

“All words are made up, dumbass ,” you mocked. “God, you’re such a fucking know-it-all.”

“And you’re so fucking infuriating!” he hissed, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Why can’t you just be fucking nice even for seven-fucking-minutes?! Being mean to me the entire fucking time isn’t going to make time faster.”

Your eyes narrowed, jutting your chin upwards. “How can I not be mean if you’re being pretentious?”

Peter scoffed, arms flinging. “What do you mean pretentious ?!”

Despite the thickness of his shirt, it pricked his skin when your nail dug on his chest. “You act like you’re such an angel when in reality you’re a pretentious, purposely self-effacing person. Not to mention the fact that you’re annoyingly meretricious and I can’t see why people praise you for being a smartass without even them knowing who you really are,” you took a step closer. “I may sound like I’m jealous, or I’m a bitch, but I don’t care. You’re a liar, Peter Parker.”

Your remarks didn’t hurt, but the look on your face did - you looked like you were on the cusp of crying, seeming like you genuinely hated him for being himself. It appeared as if you hated him because he was selfless and he didn’t know why. “Why do you hate me for it, then?”

“Because I envy how you can be so selfless and I can’t,” you whispered. “We’ve gone through the same shit and somehow people praise you for being a better person than I am.”

11:55

He took a deep breath for your pause. “(y/n), did it ever occur to you that you don’t actually know me?”

“And did it ever occur to you that I know you’re an asshole?” you snapped. “I hate you because you were mean to me and I was the only person to actually see you for who you were. And yet I was still seen as the bad guy-”

“Just,” he put a hand over your mouth to shut you up, and you let him, your arms going up to tightly grasp his forearm. “Let me explain, please?”

He didn’t wait for you to nod your head nor shake it to respond to him. Peter slowly removed his hand over your mouth, settling them faintly against your waist. “I-I wasn’t nice to you because I was afraid.”

If it was possible, Peter could feel you relax but tense at the same time. “Afraid of what?” you whispered, your eyes darting from his right eye to his left. “Afraid of me?”

“What- no! I- I was afraid of how much I’d be attached to you.” he replied. “I was afraid because everyone that was important to me died and I didn’t want you to be one of them.”

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re an angel,” he whispered, the sides of his fingers lightly brushing the hair out of your face, lingering there for a bit. “You’re an angel and it’s hard not to fall for you. And I know that if I let you too much into my life, you’d end up hurt and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”

11:57

Somehow, you ended up with your hands on his chest, blinking rapidly. “Half of my life, I spent it hating you.”

“Then hate me,” he grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. “Hate me for the rest of your life, and I’ll love you for the rest of mine.”

You looked up. A moratorium on your heart, you repeated his words in your head like a mantra-like a poetry you ought to remember. You were an indecisive person, stuck between hating and loving Peter Parker.

But hating him was easier - it was your own special way of loving him.

11:59

It was now 30 seconds before the new year and you spent the past minute staring into his deceitful eyes that scanned your lips repeatedly.

You could feel his heart beating against the palm of your hand. Something about it felt calming, feeling it beat simultaneously as yours. The benign rhythm proposed at the exceptional moment. They relied on each other to create the most exquisitely dynamic scenery one ought to bestow upon; the sound was inevitably pleasant to the ears that it felt like a composition of operatic music.

His heart beat relied on yours, so he could keep loving you for as long as he lived.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, leaning closer. Nose bumping yours and lips touching at the faintest.

“But I won,” you said with a small smile. Peter’s hand gripped the one on top of his heart, his other cupping your soft cheek. “You told me a secret.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Peter replied, tracing your jawline. “I want to kiss you for the rest of my life, and I want you to hate me for it.”

You nodded. “Oh, I’ll totally hate you for it.”

When Peter heard the clamorous sound of the fireworks demolishing outside, he felt the fireworks inside him ignite too as he placed his lips against yours in a swift motion, lips moving at each explosion. He told himself that it didn’t matter how much you hated him, or how much you wanted to physically hurt him. He’d keep loving you despite what you do to him.

You broke his heart a million times.

And still, he kissed you while the world fell.

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This was 😭😭😭

A part 2 please 🥺🥺🥺 where the reader has moved on with someone else (maybe loki or Pietro) and Peter is full of regret and wants the reader back????

Me or Her?

summary: Peter has to choose between you, his girlfriend, and MJ, his best friend.

prompt: requested by: @gf4hjp - “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.”

warnings: angst. this was a lil sad to write

notes: angst (if I did a decent job)

word count: 1.5k

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There were only a handful of people that knew Peter Parker’s biggest secret, and after dating him for almost six months, he trusted you enough to know too. You, Ned and MJ were his inner circle.

You could honestly say being with Peter was incredible. He was so charming, he had the perfect mix of shyness and confidence and he made you laugh every single day, so much that your jaw hurt, and it felt like you had done seventy sit ups.

Of course, there were moments where it was hard. He was a super-hero trying to juggle his high-school life, family, friends and his girlfriend. That didn’t bother you though, you knew it was a huge responsibility and you respected that.

The hardest thing to deal with was probably feeling like a second choice at times.

You came around much later than Ned and MJ. You came into an inner circle that had already been through so much together, and it felt like you were always right behind MJ, when really, your relationship was serious enough that you should have at least been on the same level.

You never told Peter any of your concerns. He had too much going on already. The last thing you wanted him to think was that you were a jealous girlfriend.

But things were starting to get worse. He was starting to blow you off to hang out with MJ. He was sitting with her in classes and always making time for her, but hardly ever you.

And you had just about reached your boiling point.

“God, Peter. Pick up!” You spoke through the dial tone, pacing the front of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating at with Peter. For your six-month anniversary.

It was the third time he’d been late to a date this week, but this was the longest by far.

You were fuming. You could feel your heart contracting, your stomach turning, and your hands were starting to shake. But you wouldn’t blow up. He could’ve been stuck with super-hero things. You’d hear what he had to say first.

Almost forty minutes later, when you had given up on calling him and had instead sat on the shady looking curb, Peter landed in front of you, a trail of web following him.

“Hey, babe. I’m so sorry I’m late. MJ needed help with her chemistry paper, and I just lost track of t-“ Peter started his usual rambling of apologies, but you’d heard enough when he brought MJ up.

“That’s why you’re late?” You cut him off as you stood up from the curb, shuffling back and away from his embrace that always came after the apology. You could feel your eyes beginning to burn, but you weren’t going to cry. Not yet.

His face dropped, a quick look of shock flashing across his face before he stepped closer towards you. This was the first time you’d ever reacted like this. “Y/N, look, I know I’ve been late-“

“Yeah, and why is that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect yourself from not only the chill running up your arms, but from the impending heartache. You’d never fought before. Not like this.

He couldn’t hide the look of shock anymore. He opened his mouth, like he was searching for something to say but all that came out was a squeaky, “what?”

You felt the tears well up, and you did nothing to stop it. You wanted Peter to see how upset he made you. “On Monday, you were late to our breakfast date. You apologised and you hugged me, and I forgave you,” You gulped down the sob that was threatening to escape, and you knew Peter noticed because he looked away for a few seconds. He didn’t like seeing you like this. “On Thursday, you were late to our movie night. In your own house. May ended up watching half of the movie with me because she felt sorry for me. But you apologised and I forgave you again. And I forgave you the other twenty times before that too.”

You took a second to swat at the tears streaming down your cheeks and Peter lifted his hand towards your face, a look of confliction on his face as he wiped a tear away, but you pushed his hand away, letting out a painful sob.

“Tell me you weren’t with her!” You cried, watching as Peter flinched at the raise in your voice. The look on his face broke your heart even more, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You weren’t going to be second. “Tell me, Peter!”

He was silent for a long moment. Anxiety stricken and running a shaky hand through his messy curls. It made you want to stop. It made you want to apologise and tell him you loved him and didn’t care if he loved MJ more.

“MJ… Sh-she needed help with her paper-“

“God! It’s not that, Peter! I don’t care about you helping her. It’s the fact that you blow me off to spend time with another girl. I’ve always felt second to her and I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? She’s my best friend. She’s been my best friend for a long time. I can’t just forget about that because I have a girlfriend now!” His irritation was starting to grow as well. He didn’t like feeling like he was put on the spot. He wished he could just make everyone happy.

“I love you, Peter. I love you, so much.” Your voice broke into a whisper at your own confession. You and Peter had never exchanged the three words before, but there you were. A gush of wind blew just as the words left your mouth, making the goosebumps rise on your skin. You could feel how wet and stained your face was from the tears.

“I love you too, Y/N. God, I love you.” He stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, but you held your hand against his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. Any other time, those words falling from his lips would’ve meant the world but now all they did was suffocate you.

You took a deep breath in, skimming your eyes over him. From the corners of his lips turned down into a frown, to the cutest nose that was turning red from the cold, all the way to his brown eyes that had earned your forgiveness so many times. Now they were flooded with emotion.

“Then choose. Who is it, Peter? Me, or her?” You kept your eyes locked on your hand on his racing heart. You didn’t want to see the hesitation in his eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m not going to choo-“

“Peter, choose. Don’t lie to me, don’t try to protect my feelings. Just tell me, who is it?” You took in another gulp of air, trying to calm your trembling fingers and racing heart. You were so anxious you could feel the bile rising in your gut, and you took another gulp to try and ease the tightness in your throat.

The next words that left his mouth were the ones you’ll never forget. They completely destroyed the ‘I love you’s’ and replaced them with something bitter and hateful. They were the words you expected but never thought you would hear.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.” His voice broke off into a heart-breaking sob as he tried to reach for you, to grasp onto you, to drag you into his arms and tell you he loved you repeatedly until it was all he felt. Until he loved you more than he loved MJ. But you were already gone. Your hand that was once on his heart was tightening around your own throat, trying to hold back the sobs and cries and the incoming panic attack.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” The tears were rolling down his own cheeks too, but nothing hurt him more than seeing you like this. He wished he could change the way he felt, but he couldn’t, and he hated himself for it.

“Go, Peter. Just go. Please.”

“Y/N, please-“

“Go!” You screamed, finally locking eyes with his. Two broken people. That’s what anybody walking down the street would’ve seen. But no one was out. It was just you two.

He stumbled backwards, almost slipping down the curb, but he quickly caught his step. His vision was cloudy as he staggered away from you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wanted to remember that moment. The moment he broke your heart, so that if he ever wanted to crawl back to you, he’d remember just how badly he fucked you up and he’d think twice.

He watched from a distance as you dropped to the curb, sobbing into your hands.

That was how Peter lost one of the only real things he had ever known.

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A/N:

this was my first time writing angst and I hope you guys enjoyed it. if you have any constructive feedback, please don't hesitate to contact me, I'd really appreciate it. also, any recommendations and prompts are welcome too.

How to shift realities from someone who regularly does

Hii! I am pretty new to the Tumblr shifting community and I didn’t really plan on posting anything but after browsing around a bit, I kind of wanted to give my two cents on shifting. I used to be active in the Amino community back then but then I took a break to focus on myself. Some time passed since then and I have been shifting pretty regularly now. And after looking through some posts, I wanted to share some things to maybe help others.

Disclaimer: I fully believe shifting is personal and should be tailored to you. What works for me might not work for you and that’s okay! However, I would be very glad if this helped someone. Also excuse how I explain some things. Since I just got back, I’m not very caught up with new shifting terminology so I’m just going to explain how I understand it instead.

You are only consciousness. That is what you are and what you will always be. There will never be any reality, circumstances, doubts, fears, or anything tied to you unless you allow it to. You as consciousness, your only role is to experience and be conscious of things. So as you become conscious of new things, you shift.

As consciousness, your natural state is the void state. You only experience reality when you take on a vessel, which is your body. So through these vessels, you experience reality. And as you live in these vessels, you will encounter its emotions, doubts, and thoughts. This is why people say you are not your doubts or fears, because truly you are not. You are only experiencing it through the vessel. They are not your own, but the vessel’s.

So to shift realities, you simply decide a reality then become conscious of it. Literally just that, you decide and then become. There’s nothing more or less to it I swear.

I think the reason why many people fail to comprehend this is because they had been putting in so much effort that they couldn’t believe how actually effortless it really is. I think it’s because they try to force it without understanding how it just comes naturally. Shifting shouldn’t be about taking control but rather just be. I see people asking how this and how that and am I doing it right, and I just want to say forget all about that and focus on just being.

You had always just been consciousness experiencing reality through a vessel your whole life. You had always made a choice on a reality then proceeded to become aware of it. So now decide on that reality that you want and just be conscious of it. That’s all it is. If it helps, help yourself understand that you are only consciousness. Remind yourself throughout the day, when you experience this vessel’s doubts, or before you sleep. Truly understand that you are not tied down by anything because you are literally just consciousness.

If you question why you should listen to me, it is because I was in your shoes before. For a really long time, I really thought that shifting is just not something I could do and that it was all just an inside joke. I was at my all time low and I just didn’t know what to think or believe anymore. Yet, here I am, shifting as regularly as I sleep. That being said though, I don’t want you to idolize me or envy me. Don’t idolize a consciousness when you are literally one as well and can do anything I can.

I hope this post was understandable. I’m not much of an explainer but I tried my best.

THIS WAS SOOOO AMAZINGGGGG 💖💖💖

Hi! What about possesive promot 13. “I’m going to be your husband.” with peter parker

It’s a love story, baby, just say yes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes. Purely a fanfiction.

A/N: hi hun!! Thank you so much for your request and for celebrating with me! You can see the masterlist of the celebration here

“I’m sorry,” you remembered uttering those words to your best friend, Peter back when you were young. This was the first time he didn’t give you attention, the first time he withdrew his support and companionship to you. You remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. You didn’t like the feeling, you didn’t like and couldn’t stand when he was mad at you. The two of you were childhood friends, your parents and his adoptive father, Tony Stark, were close friends and business partners. He had grew with you, had attended the same private schools, and same university. He had watched you grew. He had watched you bloomed right before his very eyes. He was yours, and you were his person.

You remembered how cold his eyes were when he looked at you that day, and you swore to do everything to never see those cold and empty eyes staring back at you. “I won’t play with Theo again,” your small lips were quivering, your eyes looking up at the taller kid in front of you. You reached for his little hands, bringing it to your chest, “I won’t choose to play with him over you ever again, Peter,” you swore, your tears streaming down your chubby cheeks.

Peter pouted, his resolved weakening. He could never really stomach to see you cry, at such a young age, he knew he would give you everything for you to be happy. As long as it was with him.

Peter sighed, “That’s not enough,” he pouted before turning his back on the distressed little you.

“What do you need? I promise to give it to you, just don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Peter fished the ring he had purchased with his father, Tony, who laughed when he told him he wanted to buy you a ring. Like a true Stark, he said. You know what you want and you go for it, he said.

“Here,” he took your little hand and without any preamble, inserted the ring on your fourth finger, like Tony taught him to. “If you promise to marry me when we grow up, I promise to never turn my back on you. I promise to forgive everything. I promise to be with you forever.”

You looked at the shiny ring he gave you before nodding quickly, your little curls bouncing before you hugged him. “I promise to marry you when we grow up!”

You remembered how the two of you were glued hip to hip, despite his busy schedule, despite his busy work, he and you always made time for each other. Until you met him again, Theo. Suddenly, you spent less and less time with Peter. It was out of the blue, a whirlwind romance, when all the close friends of your family were invited. The evening dinner was elegant, the light casting a warm glow on the room. No one knew what the dinner was for, and Peter was held up on his job, which caused him to be late. And just as he entered the fancy dining room, he saw you, his angel, standing on the middle, with a man he forgot about kneeling down on one knee. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on him, as if the time slowed down as he watched the woman he loved since he knew what love was nodded her head, agreeing to be someone else’s bride. Not his. Everyone clapped, everyone cheered, but it was all white noise to him as he met your happy eyes. He felt numb, he couldn’t feel Tony’s comforting hand resting on his back. He couldn’t accept this, he wouldn’t. And so when you stepped to his direction with a smile on your face, he stepped back, shook his head slowly, his eyes holding the dark glint that Tony knew so well, and before you could even come near him, he turned his back on you for the second time since you were young.

The news went out that your family business is merging with Theo, and the marriage would seal the deal.

But the time of your wedding came, and you waited with your wedding dress so beautifully sewn, your hair so perfectly done, but no Theo came. You were waiting on the altar, the people started whispering already. You felt embarrassed, you felt so lost. How could he do this to you? Your eyes swept over the crowd, you were shaking at this point from the pity and judging looks reflected in their eyes. You almost stepped back when suddenly, your best friend whom you haven’t seen in months stood beside you, so tall and handsome. He looked so dapper in his suit, his hair all gelled back stylishly, he looked so formal, so serious. He looked down at you before offering his muscular arm to you.

“Peter?” Your lips quivered like it did when you were young, and it brought back certain memories to him. He offered you an assuring smile.

“I won’t let you be the laughing stock of this plastic society, come on,” he whispered as he walked you to the altar.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving you.” He stated before Tony smiled at you and clapping his son’s back, kissing your cheeks as you stood nearer to the altar. You looked back at your parents who smiled and nodded at you, as if telling you to go with it.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, now more confused than sad.

“I’m going to be your husband,” he answered simply before telling the priest to start. “No one will embarrass you, princess. As long as I’m here, I will always save you,” he solemnly swore. You were so lost, so confused, so hurt as to why the man you loved didn’t show up. How could he do that to you?

You were lucky your best friend was always here to save you. What you didn’t know was this was forever for Peter, there would be no divorce. Princess, you were simply honoring the promise you made him, even if you forgot about that.

And Theo? Peter took care of him. Tony made sure that no one could trace that back to his son, his only heir. He would do everything for his only son to be happy. You were his happiness.

Shield Stealing (Clint Barton X Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Clint Barton X Teen!Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: First off, I love your writing, it’s amazing! Could I request a platonic Clint x teen!reader where the reader is Nat’s daughter and Clint teaches the reader to commit mischief around the compound much to Nat’s dismay? Thanks love!

The sound of cursing followed by giggling around the compound had become a normal and regular occurrence in the last few weeks, more than usual when Tony was in a silly mood. Infact, sometimes he was the one cursing. The source of all this mischief and chaos was two people: Barton and Romanoff- though not the Romanoff that immediately popped to mind. Oh no, it was an even more terrifying Romanoff. 

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Peter's maid. (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Tony hires a new maid that is assigned to Peter's Room.

Mature content 18+, language, maid kink.

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You were desperate for a job. Times were tough for your family right now, and there wasn’t much money to spare. You tried keeping positive but it was hard at times. Especially when the new Animal Crossing game came out.

As an inexperienced eighteen year old, you had no idea where to start. All you knew was you wanted to avoid customer service and cleaning.

Until you saw Tony Stark’s advertisement.

In your defense you thought you were signing up for a paid internship, but when meeting his associate the whole dynamic changed. You met with an older man who was quite stoic. He asked you a bunch of questions and even made you provide several background checks. On the third meeting, he looked over his files once more. “Okay.” He mumbled. “You will be expecting a call in the next three to five business days for the maid position. Thank you for coming in.” He sighed.

Your eyes shot up in pure shock. This grumpy old shit must have confused your application with someone else’s. “Thank you.” You politely said not wanting to confront him. You left the office quietly mentally beating yourself up for their mistake. You decided on just trying your luck somewhere else.

As you napped peacefully after school, eyes slowly shutting as you relaxed more and more, your phone went absolutely bananas. “Shit!” You groaned. You lazily sat back up and turned on your phone, messages from your friends kept popping up along with a missed call from an unrecognized number. You saw a voicemail notification pop up right above it. You rolled your eyes and clicked on the notification.

“Hello, this is Stark Industries calling you back about your job application, Y/n L/n? We would love to have you at our office again at, 5pm on Tuesday. Please come prepared for your first day. If you are not present on the property we will give your spot to someone else. Thank you.”

“Oh gosh…” you whispered to yourself. “It couldn’t hurt to check it out right? Maybe I can just explain to them their mixup and maybe then I could be recommended for an internship.”

••••

“So what do you think?”

“Well girl. I think you should like totally go for it.” One of your best friends, Lily said. She ruffled her luscious, long blonde locks.

“You’d be stupid not to!” Your other best friend, Ryan, scolded you.

“What about the whole maid thing?”

“Honey, listen. It’s Stark Industries. Tony Stark is like the richest man alive! He’s a total dilf too! If you’re not gonna take it I’m gonna buy a wig and pretend to be you.” Ryan playfully rolled his eyes. “And if that fails, just tell him you’re the prettiest girl at Midtown high according to the yearbook.”

“When all else fails just use high school popularity!” Lily deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes at Lily and Ryan’s slight teasing but decided it wouldn’t hurt to go. It was a shit load of money after all.

The 6th period bell rang and the three of you grabbed your backpacks and started heading out of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you lovely ladies later, I’m off to show my entire drama class how much more talented I am than everyone else.” Ryan grinned.

“Bye Ry.” Lily and you both sung mockingly.

“What’s your 6th period again this semester? I’m having trouble remembering all of the new changes. I freaking hate the beginning of January.”

“Yeah me too, I’m still writing 2021 on all of my papers.” You laughed. “I have Mrs. Warren now. I love not having her for 8th period, she made the last period of the day drag out sooo long.”

“Why is it better during 6th then?” Lily said as you both began your way up the staircase.

“Because then 7th and 8th I have art and then French so I can relax and not have to be either completely stressed out or completely zoned out. Her class makes me feel like my brain is on fire.”

Lily giggled. “I’m glad then. Hey! Since you have it before me now, can you take pictures of the answer keys now for me?” She pleaded.

“Lily…” You mocked.

“Pleeease! Just one quickie picture when you get the answer keys, especially next Friday! I have no idea what is happening in class right now. I don't know how I’ll be prepared. If you get caught just blame it on me! They can’t expel us, we're in the popular group.” She teased.

“You’re right. “ You shook your head. “Plus you’re dating Flash!” You gasped. “She’ll totally let us get away with it if it comes down to that.” You paused in front of Mrs. Warren’s class.

“I know we’re joking, but can you name one time anyone in our group has gotten like an actual punishment for something they did. They literally like worship us here.”

You sighed. “As much as I hate to say it, yeah. Did you see that Asher only got one detention for giving some kid a wedgie up to his neck?”

“Oh yeah I did!” Lily clicked her tongue. “That’s awful actually.”

“Yeah, no one deserves that. I feel pretty bad about it, I have gym with that guy and he still has marks from the underwear being wrapped around his neck. I also think we as a society should collectively retire the word ``wedgie.”

“Yeah. It’s a really, really gross word.” Lily snorted. “Bitch, I have to go to class. Text me okay?”

“Of course.” You smiled sweetly as you said your temporary farewells.

Upon walking into your class, you saw him. Peter Benjamin Parker. You had always been slightly envious of Peter Parker. Sure, you were popular, breathtakingly gorgeous yet humble, funny, had lots of genuine friends, a nice family, yet the fact that he was always one step ahead of you pissed you off. In middle school, when you first met Peter, you had practically every class with him. Despite you both only having said a few sentences out of all the years you had known each other, you were competitors, in your mind at least. You were always second to Peter in academics. No matter how hard you tried, you could never compare. He always came out on top.

You didn’t hate the guy, hell you didn’t even dislike him. You didn't even know him! You just envied him.

“Hi, Y/n.” Mrs. Warren warmly greeted. “Welcome to 6th period! We tend to go a little faster than in 8th period, but don’t sweat it. I know you can handle it. Take a seat next to Peter, right in front of Flash.” She pointed, nearly causing you to faint. Your legs felt like complete jelly as you made forced eye contact with Peter.

Peter, on the other hand, felt similarly. Despite sitting on the stool, his kneecaps immediately turned into jelly, his cheeks began to blush faint pink and he could feel his heart beating more rapidly. The girl he had been crushing on since middle school was now coming over to sit next to him.

“Hi.” You shyly smiled. “I’m supposed to sit next to you. Could you move a little bit over?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course…” Peter stammered, almost falling out of his seat in the process. You smiled again at him which caused him to turn his head upon seeing your pretty smile. You noticed his awkwardness and smiled again to yourself. You had always found him pretty cute, and seeing him this close up, you realized he was really cute.

You whipped out your phone and turned down your brightness just enough so you, and only you could see your screen. You clicked on the groupchat with Lily and Ryan.

‘Guess who I’m sitting with’

‘Don’t tell me that loser Ken who farts all the time. I had to sit next to that creature for an hour before I demanded a seat change.’ Ryan sent.

‘Guess again.’

‘Brad Hottie Davis?? He’s so into you.’ Lily texted back.

‘Not my type I’m def not into Brad. It’s Peter Parker.’

‘Who?’

‘Who?’

‘I’ll text you guys l8ter. Class is starting.’

••••

The day had gone by slowly and you could feel your head begin to throb as you made your way back to the Stark building. You had to go through heaps of security before entering the same lobby you once were in. A man who you had not recognized stood before you, he gazed upon you just as stoic as the last man who previously interviewed you.

“Hi, Y/n L/n?” He asked.

“Yep, that’s me.” you stammered.

“I’m Mr. Hogan.” He greeted. “So, you were an excellent candidate and Mr. Stark loved your application. Although I was quite surprised someone as qualified as you would apply for a maid job.” he mumbled.

You opened your mouth to speak but your words wouldn’t form.

“Uh okay, take the elevator up to the third floor, check in at the maid station, they will supply you with your uniform and assign your room number.” Happy pulled his phone back out and continued on with a phone call leaving you there.

You had absolutely no idea how to even be a maid, hell you didn’t even know how to clean properly. You had the choice to run out right now. Yet, if you had stayed at this job until payday, you would definitely have enough money to buy Animal Crossing and help out your parents a bit.

••••

In the changing rooms, you opened the box and feasted your eyes on the Stark maid uniform. You pulled it out to see it more closely, not believing your eyes. The top part of the skimpy black dress had a perky white collar, with a cute black bowtie. The bottom half of the dress had a white apron that tied around the waist which had frilly ends. The skirt fluffed out a bit, which had frilly ends as well. You then saw white fishnet stockings that barely reached past your knees. Along with black Mary Jane’s with a slight heel. You shivered upon seeing the uniform in its entirety. You took a deep breath and slipped on the outfit and shoes. It was definitely short, and showcased your legs. You played with your bowtie for a few seconds before turning around. Your butt just barely getting full coverage from the dress. You looked down at the card placed in the box with your uniform and shoes. You were assigned to room 105.

“Am I really gonna fucking do this?” You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror, almost admiring yourself.

••••

You walked into room 105 and was hit by the stench of Axe body spray, practically burning your nostril hairs off. You were disgusted by the mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bookshelf was messy and each book was just thrown, the bedside drawer was messy as well with organized clutter and boxes were out just full of stuff waiting to be put away. Not to mention random legos just popping up all throughout the room. “Holy shit!” you exclaimed.

You brought all of the cleaning supplies into the room with you and shut the door behind yourself. Your hands become sweaty just thinking about cleaning this disgusting mess. You had no idea how you were going to pull this off.

As you got started, you noticed the room wasn’t dirty which was a step up. It was just massively unorganized. You put in your earbuds and began to clean. You threw most of the clothes on the floor into the hamper, you hung up the ones on the bed, and gaming chair in the closet, you picked up the tiny lego pieces and set them in the corner of the room and began organizing the bookshelf. You admired the books that sat messy on the shelf, physics books, Star Wars books, chemistry books, and even some comic books. You giggled to yourself as you looked through one of the comic books.

Peter stood on the windowsill and unlatched the lock, he pushed the window upwards and panicked seeing another individual in his bedroom. He sneakily jumped on the ceiling and watched you organize his belongings. You turned around to pick up a small feather duster. He audibly gasped upon seeing you.

His five year crush was now in a sexy maid uniform dusting his book shelf. Peter might have been upside down but that didn’t stop him from taking in every inch of you. He began to feel himself go weaker upon gazing at you and licked his lips as his eyes fell to your cleavage. Last fall when Peter had been in a hotel in Switzerland, he had ordered some porn that showcased a girl in a sexy maid uniform, although she couldn’t compare to you he realized he had some sort of kink for it. That whole week in Switzerland, after fighting and going on missions with the avengers he would masturbate to soothe himself at night.

After organizing the bookshelf you decided to take a break and flopped down on the twin bed. You placed your earbuds away and rested your head on the pillows. You shut your eyes softly and sighed.

“Hey, prettygirl.” Peter jumped down from the ceiling still in suit.

You jumped upon hearing this familiar voice and became even more startled as you fluttered your eyes open to see Spiderman standing above you.

“H-Hi!” You squeaked in terror. Peter could see you tense up and hear your heartbeat increasingly rapidly.

“Oh! Please don’t be scared!” His voice instantly softened. “I’m not gonna hurt you! You see, this is my room.” he said sheepishly.

You looked down and noticed his growing bulge in his pants. Your cheeks instantly flushed again.

Peter noticed the look on your face. “I’m so sorry- do you want me to wait outside for a few minutes?”

“O-Oh it’s okay! I’m just finishing up.” You stammered. You looked up at him and met his eyes. “You just kinda remind me of someone.”

“Who?” the eyes of his mask narrowed.

“What?”

“W-Who?”

“You just sound like this guy I’ve always kinda had a thing for.” Unsure of why you blurted this out to him.

Peter’s heart instantly dropped as he processed this sentence. He stood silent for a minute. “Take off my mask.”

“What?” you exclaimed.

“Take it off…Please.”

Your hands shook as you jumped up from the bed obeying him. He grabbed your wrists and rubbed your arms gently before sliding you even closer to him. Your perfectly manicured hands gently peeled off the mask and before you know it you saw Peter Parker’s deep brown eyes staring back at yours. He looked away slightly as he gave you a toothy grin.

You looked at him in utter shock, searching for anything, anything! To say.

“I really envy you, you know?”

“W-What?” Peter stuttered.

“I’m jealous. I’m jealous of how smart you are. Although, most of all I admire how smart you are. My admiration for you always outweighed my jealousy.”

He looked back at you in pure surprise.

“You know, after all this time. I just realized how much I like you.” You gushed. You wrapped your fingers on his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

Peter obeyed and was inches away from your face. Your cheeks blushed being so close to him. “O-Oh!” You flushed. “You can’t tell anyone.” You took a few steps back.

“About?“ Peter still on ecstasy from being so close to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tugged on the hem of your skirt. “This!”

Peter examined you for a minute, loving every single second of this. “Well you can’t tell anyone about this!” He mocked you and tugged gently on his suit.

“Oh y-yeah, I still haven’t quite processed you being Spider-Man yet.”

“Well I haven’t quite processed you being a maid yet.”

You blushed again at his words. “I-I really need the money.”

“I respect that really!” Peter rubbed the back on the neck. “It doesn’t look very professional though?”

“It’s the required uniform Tony gives to all the maids.” You explained.

“Oh!” He clicked his tongue. “Now thaaat makes sense.”

You nodded in embarrassment.

“Okay, uh! Well think about it this way. No one will see you like this except me! Because you clean my room-“ he trailed off realizing. You now clean his room. He swallowed slowly.

“Y-Yeah.” You looked down shuffling your feet.

“On one condition.” Peter’s voice cracked.

“Which is?”

“Twirl for me in that sexy maid uniform.”

You smirked at this reply. “I’ll do you one better.”

His eyes widened at your bold statement.

“How about a lap dance?” You winked.

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dating peter parker headcanons

you and peter would be best friends until one day he pulls you aside from everyone else and tells you how he feels

once you guys are officially dating everything just makes sense

peter’s more openly affectionate with you and isn’t as shy about watching you from his seat in class

movie nights are an absolute must every thursday he can make it

he’d definitely tell you that he’s spider-man though it will take a bit of time

since you know he’s spider-man he’d drop by your house after any fights with his injuries and ask you to patch him up

he’d fall asleep at your house a lot

dinners with aunt may all the time, she absolutely adores you

peter loves to play with your hair, he’ll ever learn how to braid it so that he can do it more

if you’re cold he’ll give you his jackets then ‘forget’ to remind you so they smell like you when he gets them back, (he doesn’t know you spray them with your perfume for that reason)

with tony’s approval, he takes you to stark tower to meet the avengers

he loves you leave little hearts on your window in web fluid when he leaves after staying the night

he’ll pass notes to you in class;

”you look so pretty today”

”love you, ladybug”

”pretty girl, pretty baby.”

rambling about his new interests

hugs from behind

kisses behind your ear

whispering his thoughts out loud when he’s focused

gets a dorky crooked smile when he sees you

his eyes light up when he’s talking about you

jealous easily

overprotective

he helps you with homework you don’t understand

studying together

partnering up on projects

has a billion nicknames for you

“sweetheart”

”ladybug”

”princess”

”angel”

makes playlists of your favorite songs

sends you things that remind him of you

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Headcanons

Peter parker x Reader

• Peter loves listening to music with you, everything about it

• He loves the cliché one earbud in each ear as you guys are forced to stay near each other

• It’s one of the reasons he would never invest in wireless despite your teases

• He loves making playlists that remind him of you (love songs ;)

• Even though you might call him corny or cheesy deep down he knows you love it

• Sometimes he’ll just send you one song instead of a whole playlist so you would focus on the lyrics

• The lyrics are almost always sappy but you absolutely adore it

• Cuddling on the rooftop while listening to one of the million playlists he’s made you

• Dancing in your room and bopping your heads to the beat

• (Peter is the worst dancer you’ve ever seen) But you would never tell him that because it’s too cute

• Both of you completely and utterly in love with each other and not wanting to waste a moment because you’re both too familiar with how fragile life is :(

• Him singing to you while you fall even more in love (whether it was way out of tune or not)

• Mj taking pictures of you guys sharing earbuds on the train while going to her house (looking cute)

• Despite your friends thinking you two are absolutely adorable. They hate the pda (even though you guys keep it to a minimum)

• Putting songs that might be your vibe and not only songs that remind him of you <3

• Him admiring the way your face lights up when listening to music

• You guys both listening to arctic monkeys and the neighborhood on your way to Europe

• You thinking it’s funny to add the Spider-Man theme song someone made into Every. Single. Playlist.

• The cover of the playlists being different cute pics of you guys :)

• Listening to your date playlists while at a diner or on a picnic

• Both of you guys listening to it when you miss each other but can’t see each other :(

• You guys bonding over music

• If you make music or play an instrument he would be your biggest fan and cheer you on 24/7

• You getting flustered the first time he made you a playlist because it was so sweet and he was blushing and stuttering <3

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anyway, reblog if…

a) you’re in the mcu spiderman fandom

b) you ship spideychelle

c) you’re an irondad fan

i really need more mutuals. and, as usual, stark*r shippers DO NOT INTERACT. I’ll block you if you do