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is anybody out there who enjoys reading dark themed stuff?

AMAZING!!!! 💖💖

peter overhearing his crush fangirling over spiderman saving her and decides to go visit her with the suit on often just so see her happy the next day

"y/n, are you crushing on spider-man?"

"what?" you laugh.

peter's ears perk up at the sound of his hero name. you briefly make eye contact with peter at the next lunch table as if your bodies are synced, and for some reason, his big brown eyes give you butterflies. you’ve never looked at peter parker this way, at least not since the fifth grade, so you quickly flutter your lids back towards your best friend.

“i saw spider-man fanfiction on one of your open tabs!”

“i wasn’t reading that for real, mj and i were reciting it to each other last night!” you blush.

“yeah, okay,” your friend teases, nudging you on the side as the bell rings. you flash peter a quick smile on your way out and peter’s heart skips a beat.

“dude, did you hear that? y/n has a crush on spider-man,” peter nudges ned.

“probably every teenage girl does, peter,” ned replies, giving him a lopsided grin. 

“should- should i make a move?”

“how are you gonna do that?”

“you’ll see.”

later the next day, peter sees you alone at one of the vendors near central park, a local florist. you have some tulips in hand with the other petting a stray cat nuzzling your feet. peter feels like an absolute creep watching you from the building across the street, but he’s trying to plan his movements right so he “coincidentally” bumps into you. any reason to talk to you as spider-man. the more he psychs himself up for the interaction, the more nervous he gets. he didn’t really flesh out a plan at all.

“hey! spidey! do a flip!” peter’s eyes dilate when he realizes that people down on the street have sought him out. the yells from teenage boys on the sidewalk catch your attention until you’re looking up to the building as well. 

“uh--” peter backflips off the building, bracing his landing by attaching a web to a nearby street lamp but missing slightly, shooting his webs farther than intended. he’s able to gain his footing back on the pavement even though the cars rushing by at the green light honk at him. nearly stumbling into an oncoming taxi, he ends up by the florist rather quickly while a dog that gets off its leash jumps up to greet him.

“oh, jesus-- hi, buddy! OOF--” he gets a hold of the dog’s leash but doesn’t anticipate the furry friend to take off at the speed of light, leaving peter to trip and fall flat on his face.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you wince in concern, crouching down to give spider-man a hand.

“yeah, yep. that was actually... my, um, grand entrance. i’ll be here all week, new york!” peter replies in a chipper tone. he’s grateful you can’t see the roseate blush on his cheeks right now.

“yeah, you sure stuck that landing. ever thought of being a stunt actor?” you joke, heat rising to your cheeks just like his when his hand is in yours.

“ha ha, very funny. um, i’m usually much more graceful than that, by the way.”

“we all have off days,” you smile, shrugging. 

“pretty flowers for a pretty girl,” peter compliments. “um, i mean, like they kind of match your outfit which is also really pretty. not that it wouldn’t be if you got different flowers--”

“thanks,” you beam. “they’re for my mom, it’s her birthday today.”

“wow. that’s super nice. i’m sure she’ll love it.”

“hey, spider-man, what else do you think is a good gift for a fifty-two year-old woman?”

“well, my aunt m-- mallory, she’s into, um,” peter swallows what feels like an entire rock in his throat. “art... and books...?”

“yeah, i think i’ll stop at one of those kitschy gift shops on the way home. she actually, um, really likes spider-man. would you mind recording a little video for me? you don’t have to, of course--”

“yes! i mean, yeah, it’s no trouble!” peter is trying very hard to not seem eager, but he knows he’s failing. his embarrassment dissipates when he sees the smile on your face, however. “what’s her name?”

“sarah!” you take your phone out and quickly tap on the camera app to record.

“happy fifty-second sarah! i hope it’s a great one. i’m sure it will be thanks to your lovely daughter. you’re very lucky to have her! best wishes to you!” peter rambles confidently. god, he really didn’t have to do the bit about you. you must think he’s hitting on you.

“thanks so much,” you say, a coy smile shyly tugging up the corners of your mouth. “well, i guess i better get going.”

“wait, y/n! c-can i walk you to wherever you’re going?”

“how’d you know my name?”

“uhhhhh...” your name suddenly stands out to him in cursive on the tag attached to the tulips. he points.

“oh, right,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i’d love if you walked me.”

you can’t see peter behind his mask, but his face is lit up like the fourth of july. he could probably explode from happiness when he sees that your face is lit up just the same.

Loved this!! 💖💖

so i checked out your guidelines and you said that you like plot to be included too so i hope this isn't too much for you.

R is 11 here if that's okay with you.

can i ask you to write an avengers x teen!reader where tony adopts a kid from foster care and the team is trying to get her to open up but she locks herself in her room because she's used to moving from home to home or being abused in the system so she's scared to do anything normal like interact and stuff like that. when they showed her room on the first day she was hesitant to go in bc she's used to poor treatment. Wanda and Nat are the first ones to notice her behavior and they point it out to the rest of the team. they come up with a plan to help her but it only pushes her further away from them bc she isn't used to that much attention. they decide that when she's ready she'll come to them so one game night she tip toes downstairs and peaks in the living room to see them having a good time. wanda or vision senses her energy and she tries to silently sneak back but they invite her in and she reluctantly joins them. she isn't too familiar with the games they're playing so they teach her then afterwards they watch a bunch of movies and they're glad they can give her the family she never had.

Family

Summary: Sometimes it takes a while to find your true family.

Pairing: Avengers x teen!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1116

a/n: This is not too much at all! Thank you for the request :) (I’m sorry this is terrible)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Walking into an entirely new surroundings is always anxiety inducing, but it’s especially scary when the people leading you to your so called new room are the world’s mightiest heroes.

There’s two men and two women in front of her, she knows who they are, of course, but she isn’t going to bring it up. Surely they have already sensed it.

One of the men, Iron Man, or Tony, as he told her to call him, is talking constantly. His hands are moving up and down, side to side as he gestures to different rooms and what’s in them. He is walking right in front of her, creating a sort of barrier between them. Wanda on the other hand, is walking next to her, occasionally glancing down at her.

Y/N keeps her eyes on Tony’s back. She doesn’t want to look anyone in the eyes or seem too fearful by mapping out the place.

“And this here,” Tony stops walking and opens a door, “is your room.” He turns to look at her with a big grin.

Not moving, Y/N stares inside the room. The four of them keep looking at her, waiting to see her reaction, but they get none.

Tony clears her throat. “You can go in, kid.” With small steps, she goes into the room. “We know it’s a bit empty, but you just tell me whatever you need and want, and I’ll buy it.”

She doesn’t need anything. It’s not like this room will be hers for long. It’s usual for her to stay in a home for a month at best. So, it’s better to not get attached to anything or anyone.

Wanda has a frown on her face as she watches Y/N set down her tiny bag. She’s worried of the girl, but puts those feelings on the side, this is a big change after all.

“Should we leave you to settle in?” Steve speaks up when the silence starts to drag on for a long time. “Someone could come get you when dinner is ready.”

With a nod from Y/N, the four of them close the door and leave her alone with her thoughts. With no one around, she lets out a deep breath and starts inspecting the room. It’s bigger than any other room she has had, and cleaner.

It’ll definitely be harder to leave this room behind when the time eventually comes.

After two very uneventful days, Natasha and Wanda have started talking with the other Avengers how Y/N doesn’t seem to get better, even though they’re giving her plenty of space. So, they decide to try another approach.

Wanda knocks on the door with a huge smile. Some of the other team members are behind her with boxes.

Opening the door only slightly, Y/N peeks through the gap. “Hi!” Wanda waves. “We got you something, if you could open the door a bit more?” Her voice is gentle and on the quieter side.

Y/N opens the door properly. Her eyes widen when she noticed the others and all the boxes waiting there. “We bought you some furniture and decorations.” Natasha brings one of the boxes in the room. “Obviously, we don’t know for sure what you like, but I think we got some good stuff.”

She stays frozen on her spot, out of the way, staring at the others walking in and out of the room. There are so many of them at the same time. Y/N doesn’t understand what they’re doing. Is this a test?

In fear of being punish for a wrong reaction, she decides to not react at all. Her hands are shaking behind her back, but she doesn’t let them see her fear. She just stares at them with a stoic expression.

“What do you think?” Wanda asks once the things are set. “You can obviously change things around if they aren’t to your liking, but this is a good start, yeah?” When Y/N just nods mutely, Wanda’s smile falls.

A silence falls over the room. Very uncomfortable and heavy silence. “Well,” Natasha clears her throat. “We’ll let you be.”

When the door closes, Wanda and Natasha glance at each other. “That didn’t work out the way I wanted.” Wanda mumbles. “I really thought that’d help her get out of her shell.”

“Maybe we just need to let her be.”

She huffs. “I know, it’s just so difficult when I can basically hear her worries.”

“It’ll happen, lets just do it on her terms.”

A week goes by where it almost seems like Y/N pulled into her shell even more. She wouldn’t speak to anyone, or even want to physically be in the same room as someone else. One of the team members always had to go knock on her door and leave a plate of food in front of it, so she would eat.

Most of the team got back into their regular routines, though their worry stayed the same, but they couldn’t stand outside her door forever. Wanda and Natasha would talk to her through the door at times, even if the conversation was fully one sided.

Today, the Avengers decided to spend the evening playing different board games. It’s not unusual for them, as they like to do bonding activities together.

Tony knocked on Y/N’s door to ask her to join them, but only got a small head shake as an answer. However, after an hour and a half, Y/N opens the door carefully.

She sneaks towards the living room, being cautious not to make any noise. Stopping right before the room, she peaks in. All the team members are laughing and shouting together.

Y/N takes deep breaths to calm herself down, these kind of situations still make her incredibly nervous. Suddenly, Wanda turns to look at her.

Her eyes turn wide and she is just about to turn away to go back to her room’s safety, but Wanda speaks up before she can. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you want to join us?” Now some of the others turn to look at her.

With hesitance, Y/N starts walking towards them. They’re surprised by this, but try their best not to show it. “We’re playing Monopoly. You ever played it?” Tony asks as Y/N sits between Wanda and Natasha.

“No.”

“That’s alright, we’ll teach you.” Wanda smiles, putting one more pawn to the board.

Y/N stays quiet for quite some time during the game night, but when the evening goes on, she starts initiating conversation more and even leans on Wanda’s side at times.

Maybe this family is different after all, it certainly isn’t ordinary.

I'm sorry but i'm so sick of shit like this. I don't know you Patricia and with that attitude i don't care to get to know you.

Why has Marvel suddenly become the poster child for everything wrong in this world? For the 100th time no, Marvel movies are not all the same and they're not ''souless''. Anyone saying this, obviously hasn't even tried to watch a Marvel movie. Ever thought that maybe these characters/stories resonate with people? Cause let me tell you, i've felt more emotions from a Marvel movie than i have from some ''high art'' bullshit.

And the AI shit, really? Lesser people have tried and failed to copy the MCU bc they lacked the heart and soul it took for the MCU to be built in the first place, and u think that an AI could write a Marvel movie and have it be good????? Be serious, even the worst Marvel movie would be better than the best an AI can "come up with". Also, implying that the work put into Marvel projects is as shit as the "work" of an AI, is insulting to the countless of talented artists who have been working their asses off in every single project. Instead of doing shit like this, ever thought that you should use your platform for sth good? Like idk, talking about the REAL issues AI is causing to art? Don't you, as an artist, understand that AI is a threat to everyone? To art itself?

But i guess you've all learned the trick by now. Want attention = start talking shit about the MCU. At least be more creative, this technique has gotten old

I'm bored, Patricia 🥱🥱

These were so funny 😂😂😂 💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧

I felt like doing this today, maybe a bit boring but eh.

Peter *smiling*: So, when are you going to go out with me?

y/n *smirking*: I don't know, when are you going to ask me?

Peter: Uh..

*LATER*

Sam: SO YOU JUST RAN OFF??

Peter: I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO FLIRT BACK!!

y/n: Yeah I kinda have a crush on someone, I'm just worried about telling you who ut is because I kinda know how you'll feel about it..

Tony and Steve: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Peter

Tony: And you better put that bandage back on.

Loki: I've never had a real friend before,

y/n: I can be your friend.

Loki:

Loki: I've also never had a girlfriend before.

*Peter jumping to attack*

Peter: You love me, right, Mr Stark?

Tony: Normally, I would say yes without hesitation, kid, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

y/n: Something's burning

Loki: It's just my burning love for you.

Peter *with protective bf mode activated*: It's the ship, Loki.

Loki: Oh

Yelena *tired af*: Why were the two of you up until 3am yesterday?

Peter: How did you know?

Yelena: We could hear the two of you clapping to the FRIEDNS into every 25 minutes.

y/n *wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket*: Okey, maybe we were up until 3am.

y/n: Did it hurt?

Peter:...When I fell from heav-

y/n: WHEN YOU FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!

Peter:

y/n:

Peter: Who told you?

y/n *sighs*: Sam

Steve: Time for plan G.

y/n: Don't you mean plan B?

Steve: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip plan C due to technical difficulties.

Peter: What about plan D?

Steve: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half and hour ago.

Natasha: What about plan E?

Steve: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.

Tony: I like plan E.

Peter: HELP! I TOLD Y/N I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Clint *pouring milk directly into the cereal bag*: And you thought I could help?

Tony: Fuck!

Steve: Language.

Sam: Shit!

Steve: Language.

Natasha *about to throw a chair at Yelena*: Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass?

Steve: Language!

Rocket: That's one crazy motherfucker.

Steve: Language!

Peter: What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro?

Steve:

Steve: What the fuck?

y/n *pointing at Steve*: Language!

How To Finally Shift If You’ve Been Trying For 2+ Years

⚠️ Little warning before we begin: don’t get scared off! I might sound a little negative at first, but that’s not the point of this post. My goal is for you to reach the end of this and think “Oh, I’m definitely going to shift to my DR now!”

Having said that:

If you’ve been on your shifting journey for two or more years, doing methods, reprogramming your mind, consuming advice, maintaining a mental diet, manifesting, forcing assumptions, trying to create assumptions, etc, etc⏤and you still haven’t shifted your awareness to your DR, maybe it’s time to stop trying to make yourself shift.

Stop trying to shift.

Stop trying to trigger a shift.

Maybe the thing you need at this point in your journey is to stop trying to make yourself shift.

And I’ll explain why by asking you a question:

In these two, three, four, however many years of effort, don’t you think you would have shifted by now?

Think about it. You’ve oversaturated your mind with the intention to shift. You do all your methods correctly. You try to convince yourself that you're already in your DR. You feel symptoms. Sometimes you even "mini shift." And yet… you're still here. Doing the same things. Searching for advice that leads you right back to doing the same thing:

Trying to shift. Trying to trigger a shift. Trying to shift your awareness.

Trying.

Trying confidently.

Trying hopelessly.

Trying angrily.

…Trying.

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, triggering a shift, or successfully shifting with a method, it would have happened by now.

“But Clover, I still have a lot of soul-searching and work to do! I just need to put in more effort!”

Awesome! Then click away, because this advice isn’t for you. I’m not talking to you.

I’m talking to the person who is tired. Who is drained. Who, despite applying all the sage advice on the internet, is just burnt out from the process of shifting.

And if that sounds like you, let me repeat: Maybe you need to stop actively trying to shift.

Your work is done. And that’s a good thing.

You’ve spent years ingraining the idea of shifting into your subconscious. You’ve impressed the intention to shift so deeply that it’s already there. Congratulations! You did all the mental work. It’s done.

Your DR is already yours. You already have the ability to shift.

So stop trying to trigger it. Stop trying to make yourself shift.

Let go of the “making yourself shift” process.

“Oh my god, she’s going to tell me to take a break.”

LMAO you thought.

Yes, breaks are excellent. They help reset and recharge your mindset. I always encourage taking breaks if you need them. But let’s be honest. Sometimes, even the thought of taking a break feels just as mentally exhausting as staying on your shifting journey.

“Oh no, she’s going to tell me to do nothing at all.”

Once again, you thought.

Instead, you’re going to capitalize on the fact that you’ve already done all this work. The intention to shift is always, always, always in your mind. Your subconscious knows you want to shift. Just like it knows how to shift your awareness.

So, the next time you lay down to do your shifting process...

Instead of trying to shift…

Instead of trying to induce a shift, induce the void, or force an outcome…

Give yourself exactly what you want.

Give yourself the feeling of being in your DR.

Drop the conscious, active intention to shift because your subconscious already has it covered. You don’t need to keep hammering it in. Instead, focus on inducing the emotions you would feel if you were in your DR.

Imagine waking up in your DR. Imagine being there. Imagine spending time with your DR friends, your S/O, whatever makes you happiest. Personally, I lean toward wake-up scenarios. You can listen to music, meditate, visualize, even do a shifting method if you enjoy it—but instead of doing it with the intention to shift, you’re doing it just to give your body and mind the feeling of being there. The happiness, the calm, the excitement, whatever it is for you.

This does not mean you’re lying there thinking, “Okay, this is going to make me shift.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Drop the idea of shifting entirely. That process is done.

And I’ll say it one more time:

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, making yourself shift, or triggering a shift, it would have happened already.

So let it go. Drop it.

Induce the emotions of being in your DR, and then let go. Once you do that, go to sleep. Or go about your day. That’s it.

So why does this actually make you shift?

Because feeling is the language of the subconscious.

Think about it: The moments in your life that shaped you the most weren’t just things you thought. They were things you felt deeply. Joy, fear, excitement, grief. Emotions imprint on the subconscious. That’s why certain smells, songs, or places instantly bring back vivid memories. Because your subconscious records experiences based on emotions, not logic.

So when you stop trying to shift and instead just focus on feeling like you’re in your DR, your subconscious responds by aligning your awareness to match that emotional state.

Because to the subconscious, there’s no difference between imagination and reality. When you visualize something vividly enough, your brain fires the same neurons as if you were actually experiencing it. Athletes use this trick to enhance performance. Musicians use it to refine their skills. And guess what? It works for shifting too.

When you let go of the effort and just immerse yourself in the emotions of already being there, you bypass the resistance that trying creates.

And that’s when the shift happens.

It happens because you stopped forcing it.

It happens because your subconscious already knows how to shift, you just needed to get out of its way.

So, again, drop the struggle. Drop the effort. Stop trying to shift.

The more precise or perfect you want the shift to be, the more pressure you put on yourself. Your brain rebels against that because rigid control drains energy.

Remember this:

High Emotion + Low Attachment = Flow.

When you feel something strongly but aren’t clinging to the result, your subconscious has room to act. This is why sometimes, when you care less or focus on something in a passing, emotional way, it manifests easily.

This is why people can give up on shifting entirely and shift. This is why people let go of the need to shift and shift. This is why you shift without meaning to.

You: “No, I can’t do this! I need to keep trying to shift or else my subconscious will think I don’t want to shift anymore!”

Me:

*As always, take what resonates, discard what doesn’t, because we’re all different people who need to hear different things :)

Yup and I'm trying to shift to that Universe 😉

in some universe peter parker is your boyfriend.

Yes we all need him in our lives 😩

Dating Peter Parker headcanons...

-This boy is such boyfriend material 

-I mean just look at this cute bean 

-Him swinging through your window with a box of pizza and DVDs when you say you want a movie night 

-Because let's be real, movie nights are totally a thing with him 

-Peter brags that he has all your favorite snacks memorized and will always buy you some when you’re having a tough day 

-In reality he just has an ongoing list in his phone of your favorites, but he will never admit to it 

-This bean is a great cuddler don't even fight me on this 

-His chest is the best place to lay your head and he wiLL NOT move if you fall asleep on him 

-He makes sure his baby stays comfortable 

-Peter is the best hugger  

-he loves when you play with his hair 

-He won’t even deny it, he full on whines like a baby if you stop 

-”Why’d you stopppp??” 

-”It’s been three hours!!” 

-Peter is not afraid to show you off and wants you to be with him in every social event so he can introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone 

-he’s not afraid to point you out anytime he sees you 

-Honestly, Ned can spot you out in a crowd better than anyone else just cause of him 

-”That’s my GIRLFRIEND”  

-”Peter, wE KNOW” 

-Peter coming over to help you study and finding it cute when you get frustrated 

-He just stares at you with amusement and gets sidetracked by your beauty 

-My god, there would be so many compliments from this boy 

-”You’re adorable”

-”Your hair is magnificent today” 

-”That shirt looks great on you!” 

-”Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

-He gets so flustered if it’s reversed though 

-”Peter, you’re so cute” 

-”I-I’m, what are you- what?! I didn’t even do anything!” 

-You stealing his hoodies 

-It didn’t take him long to figure out where they were disappearing to since you wore them to school 

-He thinks they look great on you and encourages you to wear them when out 

-The Spiderman secret wasn’t kept from you for long 

-maybe two months tops and that was just because you were both really busy and didn’t see each other a lot 

-But when the relationship started getting more serious he just blurted it out one day 

-You weren’t that shocked, saying you had suspected something while you two were friends 

-He was so relieved it didn’t change anything 

-Him walking you home from school so he “Can protect you from anything” 

-But literally nothing ever happens 

-Except that one time there was this bee 

-Long story short it almost stung you but he saved you 

-Peter won’t ever let you live that down and constantly uses that as an excuse to walk you anywhere

-Not that you mind 

-You two building lego sets together 

-staying up late to talk about whatever comes to mind

-Peter will always help you carry stuff in the hallway at school

-Sometimes he will just carry all your books and backpacks to your next class while you talk to him about your morning 

-This boy rambles a lot, but he loves to listen to you talk

-He tunes everything else out to make sure that he doesn’t miss anything you say 

-Because this boy will bring it up later to just show you he was listening 

-He’s shy when it comes to PDA because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you make the first move for everything 

-But in private he is always kissing you and has his hand on your thigh or back or hand or anywhere 

-He has to be careful when you two are making out or doing the naughty because you both forget how strong he actually is with his spidey powers and ends up bruising your hips or pulling your hair too hard 

-Needless to say he will never forgive himself when this happens 

-There’s lots of sweet pampering from him after that even though you tell him repeatedly that you’re fine 

-He’s the one that says “I love you” First 

-And he won’t let you forget it 

-He says it all the time during the most random moments 

-This boy is lowkey clinging and will give you all the attention you want if it means he gets to spend time with you 

-Peter Parker is just all around a great boyfriend and we all need someone like him in our lives <3

😭😭😭😭 Part 2 please 🥺🥺

𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 - (p.p. x reader drabble - angst)

i cannot cry, nor can i touch the way i used to. my fingertips are pruned with my tears and my heart is heavy with sorrow. what has he done to me, oh, what has he done?

summary: empty promises that filled the silence between you gave you a sense of hope, something you longed for after the events of the blip. but what good do his lies do when he can never live up to them?

pairing: peter parker x f! reader (peter x mj)

warnings: toxic behavior

mcu masterlist

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"Peter?"

He looks up, his eyes trained on you as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, leg shaking slightly as glance around his room, at the pictures he kept framed on his desktop and the project he was working on in the corner.

"Yeah?" He went back to twerking some litter things on his machine, his little curls bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around in his chair, his fingers flying as they did their own little dance.

"I wanted to ask, if..." You entered his room but it didn't feel very welcoming.

Peter didn't seem very welcoming.

You looked at the pictures he taped on the wall, noting that some of yours had been taken down, replaced by him, Ned and MJ when they had gone to Italy, their beaming face taunting you as you gulped.

"Are we good?"

You watched as he slowly set down the screwdriver, his chair creaking as he swiveled around, his eyebrows brought together in confusion as he assessed the question, noting anything he could have done wrong this past week.

"I don't see why not?" He offered you that lopsided grin of his, the one that always made you falter to speak, the one that always made your heart erratically thump away.

You sighed, bringing your hands together as you sat on his bed, staring at your shoes as you spoke, "I'm overreacting, I know I am," You glanced at him, "It's just that we don't talk anymore. A-And I haven't seen you these past three weeks, even though we pass each other in the halls, an-and Ned kept talking to MJ about this plan of hers, I just," You held your face in your hands, embarrassment, and shame crawling under your skin as you hid away the tear marks.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore."

You heard a loud thump and he was in front of you before you could tell, his gentle hand grasping as your wrists tugging them down so that he cud clearly see your face, his lips turned down a frown as he looked you over.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, so" He placed a kiss on the palm of your left hand, "So," He kissed the palm of your right hand, "Sorry," He gently brought your face closer to his so that he could kiss the crown of your head.

He carefully sat down next, his mattress denting under the added weight as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head under his as he comfortingly rubbed your arms.

"I know I haven't been attentive these past few weeks, I've just been so busy with my suit and everything it's just," He did a small explosion sound, his hands animating it out, "So crazy right now, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." He laughed softly, bumping you against him as he did so.

You quickly wipe those petty tears away as you nodded quickly, nestling into his warmth more as you had come to miss it so, listening to him go on and on about his new deal with Happy and the shoes he has to fill in place of your father.

".....You're a Stark, you should know...." He continued on about something, and your brain forced itself to listen to his speech about how much MJ was helping him with his new web slingers and you felt perhaps even worse than you did before.

But in his room, you felt safe and happy, no matter how much you felt like crying in the arms of your beloved as he spoke of somebody else the way he used to speak of you.

---

At school, it was worse.

You didn't share any classes with him or his friends, and your lunch was filled with their conversations and you trying to join in, but them just talking over you.

For the third time, you deflated, pushing the must corn the school offered around with your fork as you listened to MJ and Peter rave about the velocity his new web slingers would shoot.

"And," Peter had to gulp for air, his face tinted red with excitement as MJ jumped over his, adding something new, and Ned watching with an amused expression as they worked off of each other.

"I think that if you changed the-" You went to say but Ned said something you didn't quite catch, and Peter and MJ were quick to hop onto his idea, writing it down in their notebook as they listened to what he had to say.

"My dad showed me that if you-" You scotched a little closer to them, blaming the mistake on the fact that you were sitting a little bit farther from them, but Peter place his notebook down on the place you were going to sit, so you sat still, awkwardly looking around for some help but the other two people were engrossed in what he had to say.

"Hey, Pete," You gently nudged his hand and he nodded to something MJ said, ignoring your quiet please until he no longer could.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raise and you grimaced, biting your cheek as you shook your head, and just as quickly he turned back around, not facing you anymore as he listened to what Ned had to say about his suit.

You glanced up at the clock, calculating that there was only around five minutes until the bell rang, and your shoulder sunk once more, your head throbbing as yet another day went by unsuccessful.

You blamed it on yourself. You know you were stronger, better, louder than this. It wasn't like you to shy away, but you also had your dad to help you through most of it.

With him gone, all you really had was Peter.

And with a final look at him, you could tell he was much more interested in picking out the color for his mask than the act that you felt like his love was slowly eating you alive.

---

"Hey, Peter?"

It was a day after school, like any other, but it felt stranger. Like it did that night in the room like it did those days in lunch.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

He stopped walking, apologizing to MJ as he jogged back to where you were standing, looking over every now and then to where MJ was waiting for him as he loudly sighed.

"Do you wanna hang out at the compound tonight? Sam and Bucky are gonna be in and we wanted to have a movie night, you know-"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it in soothing smiles as he gave you an apologetic smile as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry babe but me and MJ made plans to watch A New Force at my place," He screwed his eyes shut, almost as if he regretted asking:

"Do you want to watch with us?"

And you knew it was a lost cause, you would tell that even if you said yes it would be the two of them watching as you observed.

And so you shook your head, leaving him with the one he truly cared for as you made your way back home, knowing that you weren't the one Peter Parker truly loved,

Never the one that he would truly look in the eye and care for.

Swinging By | Peter Parker

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Swinging By | Peter Parker One Shot

Being Spiderman was hard work. 

Being Spiderman as a teenager that was still in high school was even harder. 

And Peter Parker was tired. More like exhausted. 

Of course, he enjoyed the role of superhero and getting to save people —he’d never take for granted having been bit by that radioactive spider. Still, he couldn’t help the fatigue that ransacked his body after every long day that passed. 

He wished it was easier. That he had an endless supply of energy he could distribute whichever way he saw fit. He would have enough for his friends, for Aunt May, the city of New York… maybe even for (Y/N), his downstairs neighbor, and the girl that filled his mind every hour of the day. 

He had seen her around the building. The very first time, she quickly caught his eye. It was the day her family had moved in. Peter had been too shy to say hi. He watched as the three of them walked in and out of the building with boxes in their hands, following the movers up and down the stairs.  

Peter had wanted to help them. But for some reason, his limbs had gone numb and he couldn’t bring himself to approach them. Any of them. He simply watched as they moved back and forth in the building until they disappeared into their new home. It was clear that he had missed his chance to introduce himself to the girl that was wearing a sweater from the New York Hall of Science. 

But May was always one step ahead and she had seen the longing stares her nephew would give to the girl every time she walked by. The boy had everything going for him. All he needed was a little push. And who better than his aunt to give it to him? 

May had made a batch of “homemade” cookies –which meant she had bought premade dough and followed the instructions– for the new neighbors. Conveniently, she had to run out to the office on a saturday morning and couldn’t drop them off, leaving Peter to take care of the task. 

“But, can’t you just leave it at their door with a note?” Peter whined as he felt anxiety bubbling in his body. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it regardless.” 

“Oh, come on, Peter,” she chuckled as she struggled to put on her heels. “You swing from building to building and face aliens and magicians and criminals every day. I don’t think handing your neighbors a plate of cookies could compare.” 

“But…”

“Peter, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please,” she smiled sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, fine,” the boy finally resigned. “See you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sweetie,” May called as she left through the door. “See you tonight.” 

Peter had stared intently at the seran-wrapped plate in his hands, hoping he had developed teleportation powers in his sleep. He could already feel the knot of anxiety pushing against the walls of his throat, constricting sounds and air back. He couldn’t face her, not without making a fool of himself —something he could be sure of without his spidey senses. 

He had decided to take the stairs, walking slower than humanly possible. But he wanted the time to build his confidence. He had been the Spider-Man for a little over eight months but he had met his match in the form of a girl his own age. 

Before he had known, he had reached apartment 2F. The door was mocking him, teasing his cowardice and  nervousness. All he had to do was raise his fist and knock on the door. 

“Get it together, Parker,” he spoke to himself in a hushed tone. “Just knock. All you have to do is knock on the door, leave the cookies, and go, nothing more. Just get it together. She might not even be there. It could just be her parents. Why are you so scared? It could just be her…”

“Can I help you?” A honey-laced voice broke him out of his trance as the door in front of him swung open. Her smile was as sweet as her voice and seeing her in passing did not compare to perusing her face at that moment. “You’re our upstairs neighbor; right?” 

“Uh, uh,” he stammered as his train of thought broke. “Yes. Neighbor. Me.”

“Yes. Neighbor. You,” she chuckled. “I’ve seen you around. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty,” he sighed contentedly. But as soon as he noticed the words that had left his mouth, his whole face had gone red. “I mean, your name is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty, but I was talking about your name.”

“I figured,” she smiled warmly. “And yours is?”

“Oh, it’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, may I ask why you were rambling in our Ring camera for a minute or two?” (Y/N) questions kindly. “Not that I’d mind seeing a cute guy talking to himself at my front door.”

If it had been possible for his face to grow redder, it had. He was sure he had turned the same shade as a tomato. “Yes, cookies,” he scrambled for his answer. His hand extended quickly, showing her that he wasn’t some creep at her door. He had brought a treat. “My aunt baked them to welcome you and your family to the building.”

“That’s so nice of you,” she beamed. “And normally I’d invite you in and share them with you, but we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to impose either way/”  

“You could never, Peter Parker,”  she had smiled brightly at him. “But you should definitely come over soon. Might be some cookies left. Or I could make some brownies and send them your way.”  

“I love brownies!” Peter answered enthusiastically. “And I might just take you up on your offer someday soon.”  

“You better,” she had responded teasingly. “I’ll see you around the building then, Peter.”  

“See you around, (Y/N).”  

Seeing her around had turned into almost every other afternoon. And the building had turned into seeing her almost everywhere, including Midtown School of Science and Technology. Any free time he could find all he wanted was to spend it with (Y/N) – even if everything in his life was against it. The more he wanted to see her, the more the universe seemed to throw obstacles his way. A spike in criminality, another school project, Tony Stark calling him to the Avengers tower, everything that kept him from spending more time with her. 

And everything had made him more and more tired. 

For almost a month straight of coming home late at night, almost blind from exhaustion. His body had gone into auto-pilot. He would sneak into his room through his window, slip off his mask, and crash onto his bed to get at least three to four hours of sleep before he had to be up once more to do it all again. Peter could have made it into his bedroom with his eyes closed.  

Something he shouldn’t have attempted to do even if he could.

It had been a rather debilitating night. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling on his forehead, his muscles were tight and sore, his leg was throbbing, and all he wanted to do was sink into his bed and pass out for a week. 

Peter climbed the fire escape slowly, his eyes closed as he counted in his head the three flights of stairs that would lead him to his bedroom. His window gave him more trouble than normal, getting stuck halfway, something it had never done before. And when he slipped into his bedroom, he found it was darker than usual. But, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just sleep. 

He slipped off his mask, wincing as the fabric stuck slightly to the cut on his face. Once the cover-up was off, he finally took in the room he was in. Quickly enough, he noted it was not his. Where his bunk beds would be, rested a full bed with black and gold bedding. The desk that would normally be covered with figurines and papers was replaced by a neatly organized surface. And he definitely would have remembered hanging vines and string lights on his wall.

“Uh, Peter?” His eyes went as big as saucers as he figured whose room he was actually standing in. “What the hell?”  

The boy turned around quickly, feeling a sense of deja vu from when his aunt had found out his secret identity. He did his best to shield his suit, putting his brain into overdrive to come up with a plausible excuse for standing in the middle of her room dressed like New York’s one and only Spiderman. 

“I, uh,” he stammered. “I can explain.” 

“Peter, you’re hurt,” she gasped as she turned on the lights in her room. “Sit. I’ll get the first aid kit.” 

Peter was dumbfounded. He was expecting her to freak out like Ned, or curse at him like aunt May. Instead, (Y/N) seemed far more worried about the cuts on his face than the fact that he was a secret superhero. 

He took a seat on her desk chair, placing a discarded towel he’d found in her laundry basket, too afraid of staining her furniture. As he waited for her to come back, his eyes studied her room. His gaze fell upon a bundle of pined pictures on her wall, specifically on a picture from the month before. 

They had spontaneously decided one afternoon to go to Central Park with Ned and MJ. They had walked, they had laughed, they had eaten ice cream, and, unbeknownst to him, MJ had snapped a picture of them as (Y/N) cleaned a drip of strawberry ice cream from his chin. But what stood out to him was the way her eyes shined as she looked at him. It was a gaze he had never noticed before on her. 

“Got it,” she breathed as she came back into the room. “I just hope it’s enough. It doesn’t look that deep.” 

(Y/N) settled before him, quickly going to work on cleaning his face. She poured alcohol onto a cotton pad, using the softest touch to not hurt him more than he already was. Her concentration zoned in on every cut, making sure not a single one was left behind. 

Peter couldn’t help but memorize her face. The way her tongue peaked out slightly from her lips, the small furrow of her brows, and the little scrunch of her nose. He could have stared at her for the rest of time and he would have been okay with that. 

“Alright,” she sighed. “All done. Is there any other wound concealed in this onesie?” 

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My body might just be insanely bruised.” 

“Do you need some ice?” (Y/N) worriedly asked. “Might not have enough for your whole body but I have enough for the most important areas.” 

“I’m okay,” he smiled. Peter stared curiously at her. They had spent over twenty minutes together and she had yet to mention the biggest elephant in the room –she didn’t give any indication that she would do so. “(Y/N), why, uh, why aren't you freaking out?” 

“I did. There was visible blood on your face but it’s gone now.” 

“No, (Y/N). I’m talking about the whole Spiderman thing,” he pointed. “You’ve barely reacted to the fact that I’m standing before you, dressed as Spiderman, with wounds on my face.” 

(Y/N) did something that he had not expected. She laughed. “I’ve known for a while now, Peter,” she said. “You might be quiet and sneaky when you’re out catching bad guys and saving the world, but you leave all your stealthiness in the street. Once you’re home, you tend to make a lot of noise. I saw you one time when I couldn’t sleep. I had been staring out my window trying to find anything to tire my eyes when I saw a flash of red and blue land on the fire escape. Don’t think Spiderman would have too much business with you, so I just assumed.” 

“So you saw me… as Spiderman?” Peter confirmed. “And you didn’t say anything.” 

“I didn't feel like it was my place,” she shrugged. “I wanted to wait until you trusted me enough to tell me.” 

“I do trust you,” he whispered, afraid that she would take his secrecy incorrectly. “I just… I just wanted to keep you separate from all of this. I don’t know what I would do if I put you in danger. I care about you, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” she smiled before she noted the underlying sentiment behind Peter’s brown eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. Peter then tested the waters, standing from the chair and getting closer to her. “I’ve wanted to get closer to you whilst keeping you at arm’s length in order to protect you because I know just how dangerous it is to even be associated with me. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe.”       

“Is it corny to say I can keep myself safe?” (Y/N) chuckled, taking his hands in hers. “I know it’s crazy but anything is worth it if I can… get closer to you.” 

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if I had to sleep outside your window every night.”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, releasing one of his hands to place a comforting palm on his cheek. “I don’t need your protection, Peter,” she said, her fingers tracing his features. “I need you safe. And well-rested. You look tired.” 

“I am,” he confessed with a sigh, closing his eyes at the warmth of her hand. “But, for you, I would never sleep again.” 

“I would rather you sleep, Peter,” the girl responded. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit? I’ll get you a shirt and some sweatpants. Wouldn’t want you stumbling around in a Spiderman suit and all exhausted like that.” 

“Honestly, I cannot deny that request,” Peter chuckled. “I don’t think I could make it up the fire escape tonight. But, I do want to do something before.” 

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked meekly. 

“Please,” she breathed.

With a smile, he closed all distance between them and placed his lips onto hers. He reveled in the warmth of her lips, enjoying the softness and plumpness of them. It was everything he had daydreamed of for months on end… except the suit… and the wounds… and the sluggishness. Other than for those things, it was perfect.  

“Want me to get those clothes now?” (Y/N) chuckled as they broke the kiss. “I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Only if we can kiss some more after.” 

“We can kiss any time you swing by,” she grinned. “I might just keep leaving my window unlocked for you.”

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