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The Spiderman Kiss

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Y/N help spiderman with his wound.

Warnings : slight make out session , mention of wound (stab wound to be more specific) and blood , Peter being Peter

A/N : you can imagine this as Tom Peter , Andrew Peter or Tobey Peter. Not my gif.

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Peter didn't even know why he came to her for help. He could just tend his own wound but no , he swing to her apartment as fast as he can while the other hand clutch tighly on the stab wound on his abdomen. Landing on her fire escape , he hesitated , he could turn back and go home but before he realized it. His hand already knocked on her window.

Y/N was studying in her room for tomorrow calculus test when she hear a knock on her window. Getting up from her chair , she draw the curtain only to be met with a superhero clad in a red and blue skintight suit.

She open her window. "What are you-"

Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and she gasp when she noticed the blood "oh my , you're bleeding"

"yeah , I was hoping you could help me"

She help him through her window and sat him on her bed. "Stay here alright? I'm gonna get the first aid kit and the washcloth. Don't pass out"

Peter only nod his head , watching her figure entering the bathroom before coming out a minute later with the kit and washcloth. She kneel between his spread legs making Peter gulp nervously.

"can you- can you take off your suit so I can get a better look on your wound?". Her voice was quite. If its not for his enchanced hearing , he won't hear her.

"yeah um sure". He take off his skintight suit (except the mask and lower body part of course) revealing his toned chest , six packs and muscly arms. The way her eyes trailed over his toned figure make him blush under his mask.

Y/N clear her throat and started to clean his wound ,trying hard not to stare at his chest. "The wound is not that deep so you didn't need a stitch. I will just patch you up okay?"

Peter nodded his head again. Unable to let out a words , afraid he's gonna talk nonsense. How could he not? He's been crushing on her since freshman year. Y/N is the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. He's pretty sure Y/N would never spare a glance at a nerd like him.

"There all done". Peter was quick to wear his suit back

"thank you...." He trailed off , acting like he doesn't know her.

"Y/N. My name Y/N"

"Thank you Y/N" he said , stepping out onto the fire escape. "You're welcome spidey". With a small smirk on her face , she leaned on her windowsill , face inches away from Peter.

She doesn't even know where the sudden boldness came from.

"I uh. I should go"

"stay safe". She wink making Peter more flustered under his mask

That night , Peter sleep with a huge grin on his face.

He can't help himself. He's been staring at the back of her head since she stepped inside the classroom. He can't stop replaying last night memory in his head. She look even cuter with her silk kitten pj's , her h/c locks tied in a loose bun. The way she bit her lips in concetration.

Her lips , how he wish he could kiss her untill she's panting out of breath

She lived in his head. Rent free

"Mr Parker"

Peter snapped out of his daze and reply quickly "yes?"

"whats the answer to this question?"

His eyes scanned the question on the white board. "Oh um 20"

"Good , pay attention next time"

"Yes , sorry sir"

He look back at her only for her already have her eyes on him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it but it look more like an akward smile. She turn back around and Peter smile to himself.

He want to see her again tonight. Maybe bring her a little gift. If he can't approach her as Peter Parker. He will approach her as Spiderman.

Y/N was playing with her phone when she hear a knock on her window. Again.

She get up from her bed and draw the curtain to be met with the same superhero she helped yesterday. Opening her window , Peter step inside her room.

"Are you hurt? Want me to get the first aid?"

"No. No i'm fine. I'm just....Here". Peter held out a bouquet of roses for her. She took it from his hand with a smile on her face.

"Thank you". Peter rubbed the back of his neck. She put the bouquet on her nightstand and sat on her bed.

"Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"yeah urm just done with my patrolling and I saw the roses so I decided to bought it for you"

"How sweet of you spiderman" she breathed out. Y/N patted the space next to her indicating Peter to sat next to her. Peter comply without hesitation.

"What?". Peter let out a nervous chuckle when Y/N keep staring at his mask face. "I'm just trying to figure out the person behind this spider mask. Your voice sound familiar"

Peter started to panic. No , no , no she can't know his real identity. It will put her in danger.

"W-what? I'm pretty sure w-we never met before. H-how can my voice sound familiar to you?". Well , they have a few classes together but he didn't talk much. Just answering a question the teacher ask. And he know Y/N will probably never pay attention to him (except today). So it's impossible for her to know that spiderman is him.

Right?

"Chill spidey , i'm just messing with you" she chuckle. To be honest , she didn't lie. He do sound like a certain boy with a brown hair in her class who she have develop a crush since the past 3 months.

Well how could you not? Peter is a smart guy , attractive and have a good manner too. She can't help herself from falling for him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief. "you scared me there for a bit" he laugh.

For the rest of the night they just talk about everything and Y/N trying to make him slip out a little information about himself but luck is not on her side.

For the next 2 months , Peter keep visiting her every night after patrolling. He will brought her a coffee , more flowers or any snack he could put in his backpack.

Tonight was no different , he step through the already open window (since spiderman keep visiting , Y/N decided just to let her window open) he saw her just walk through her bedroom door with two mug of hot chocolate on her hands "oh hey , i made hot chocolate"

"oh i love hot chocolate". She let out a chuckle and pass the black mug with a picture of spiderman on it to Peter.

Peter scan the picture on the mug. "Really?"

"What? I bought it from a nearby store just for you" she laugh , bringing the mug to her lips before taking a sip. Peter pull his mask untill it was right under his nose before taking a sip himself.

She stare at his pink lips and notice a small scar on the corner of his lips. Only one person that she know have that scar on the corner on their lips.

"hey you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah i'm okay"

"So back to the story , that lady didn't even say thank you and just walk away. How rude- you sure you're okay? You keep staring at me"

"No , it just-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence there was a loud knock on her door , follow by her mom's voice.

"Y/N , sweetie can you open this door?"

"oh shit thats my mom. Hide hide. Hurry!!" she whispered

"fuck , where?"

"i don't know! Why not on the ceiling?" she said sarcastically. But Peter is in a panic mode so he just jump on her ceiling and lay flat on it.

Y/N didn't realise that Spiderman is 'hiding' on her ceiling and open her door. Enough for her to peek out her head. "Yes mom?"

"who are you talking to?"

"uh no one"

"but I heard another voice"

"Oh i'm facetiming MJ"

"But I heard a boy's voice"

"Oh... Urmm MJ is with her boyfriend so uh that's why you heard a boy's voice. That's her boyfriend's voice"

Peter almost let out a laugh hearing Y/N answer knowing MJ is into girls.

"ohh look at the time it's almost 11. I gotta go to bed. Goodnight. Love you". Y/N close the door and let out a sigh. She turned around and a loud gasp escape her lips as Peter's mask face is literally in front of her.

He was standing

On her ceiling

They stare at each other. He examine her beautiful face. e/c eyes , h/c hair , plump lips. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

"Can I try something?". Her voice is quiet like when she first help him with his wound. He nodded his head.

Y/N pull his mask until it reach the bridge of his nose. Peter inhale sharply.

She cupped his face and bring their lips together. Her lips fit perfectly in his. Like their lips was made for each other.

Peter cup her left cheeks and kiss her a bit harder , making her let out a small groan. Neither of them seem like they want to pull away. They can't just get enough of each other lips.

After a minutes of them devouring each other lips , Y/N pull away first. Both of them panting heavily from the kiss.

"Well , I must say you're a good kisser , Parker" she smirked and wink at him.

His eyes widened "Wait , what?!"

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Can someone please tell me wtfff is going on because it's been like 2 years since I found out about loa and void state and I've been trying ever since. It's been on and off but lately I've been serious about this because my life turned to shit last year and now I've finally had enough.

There's one thing that is constant is that whenever I try for the void state (I mostly use sleep methods) and when I fall asleep, wake up, get sleep paralysis, or a lucid dream or wtv, I only experience one thing that is something sucking me down. I always think that I'm in the void state but it's never that. It's always a false awakening and idk how to fix that. Like if I'm lucid dreaming and realise I'm in a dream I would affirm/ do wtv it takes me to the void state, I always end up in this black-soul sucking place like thing. I could feel my heartbeat, could sometimes even hear the fan and all. But I just can't get past that and get into the void. I'll try affirming, visualising but nothing works. And if I tried hard enough, i would end up waking up. I know for a fact that this isn't the void because why am I still hearing the fan?? Can anyone tell me what this is??

😭😭

This tweet is the only thing that keeps me going (not my tweet)

#lovely!!!

Oh m gee girl the last fanfic you wrote was just >>>> *chefs kiss* loved it- also act you knowing who I am hehehhshshde you might or might not ill never tell ;) anyway cos im obsessed with Peter Parker…. hc mcu! Peter Parker meeting y/n and falling in love with her in first sight, and doing everything he can to get her to like him~ bonus points if my dude mr. stark or Loki (loml) helps him flirt with herrr~~~~

🌸 anon <3

Oblivious (( peter parker x reader )) ♡ author's note: Flower anon you sure are cheeky >:D thank you for feeding ur hopeless writer with ideas huhuhuhu~ also im changing this bit format cos the old one looks horribly OOGLY ehhehsswdwdfsfs- also this is placed after homecoming but before far from home (aka when tony stark is alive because i refuse to believe he's dead lmao *cries*)

♡ synopsis: peter parker meeting y/n and falls in love in first sight, and tells her unexpectedly. strangers to best friends to lovers au.

♡ pairings: peter parker x fem!reader, platonic! loki x peter parker, platonic! tony x peter parker

♡ word count:

♡ warnings: fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers au, mild swearing, one sexual reference because tony blackmailed me and forced me to write that >:((, peter being a flustered MESS because I love him that way skdjksjsf

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You were the newest intern at Stark Industries. You couldn’t have imagine how you got in, compared to the hundreds of other people who applied. You squirmed into the building, awestruck at how the building was so large. You hitched your breath and kept the files close to your chest. A bag was pulled by your right hand, and as you entered the place you stopped to admire the architecture of it.

The place was bustling with fancy men and women in suits. You flushed, looking down to your attire. A casual oversized hoodie with a pair of black tights. Your hair was let open, and you thought you looked like a mess compared to everyone else.

All the posh ladies had their hair tied either in a bun or a ponytail. You shuffled through your purse to check if you had a spare scrunchie. 

You suddenly heard a loud crash from behind. Startled you stumbled back. Before you could say anything, someone ran into you, pushing you back and making you drop all the files and paperwork.

“Not this,“ you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. This was not a good start to your day. 

You bent down to pick the papers up, when an unfamiliar boy came to help you. He picked the files up before you could react and handed them over to you, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Who-“ You were cut off by him apologising.

“I’m so sorry for shoving you, “ The boy went on, “I was running late and didn’t see you and I-“

“It’s fine,”

“You could’ve gotten hurt-“ “Nah,” You shrugged, “It really isn’t that big of a deal,” 

The boy looked about your age. A bit taller than you, and he dressed around the same way. He was wearing a bone white shirt which read a geeky science joke. His curly brown hair reminded you of that one fictional character you had a crush on in first grade. The resemblance was uncanny.

“It isn’t every day you knock a pretty girl over,” He blushed, putting his hand in his pocket. “Why don’t I treat you for a cup of coffee to pay you back?”

Your cheeks reddened. The feeling of heat rose in your face. “I would- err- love to but,” you started, “I’m an intern here and if I bunk my first day, Mr. Stark would probably have a bad impression of me.”

He burst out in a grin. “I know Mr. Stark personally, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you do it once. And I’ll obviously tell him I initiated the idea if he asks.”

You debated if you should go or not.

‘Heck,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I get the chance to talk to a cute guy who doesn’t think I’m a idiot for once, I’m not getting rid of this chance’

“It’s a date then!” You smirked, watching him blush.

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Two months passed by. You were currently Mr. Stark’s favourite intern. Now that you knew Peter Parker (the boy) was also interning, you could spend all your time with him. You hanged out with the Avengers with him, and told all your secrets to him. 

One time you caught Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit, and knew why he was disappearing at random times and why he knew everything about the Avengers (mainly because he is one)

Peter was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him. He sneaked in your room during the night and talked to you for hours. You never told him about your little crush, scared that he wouldn’t return the feelings for you.

Little did you know, he was falling hard. From the moment he saw you, he was in love. Peter would do anything to steal little moments with you, from almost losing Aunt May’s trust from visiting you every night, to showing you top secret inventions in Tony’s lab. When you were in concentration to do anything, he stopped whatever he was supposed to do, and stared at you, taking in the essence of your elegancy (even when you were stuffing food in your face which did not look elegant to everyone but him)

Thing was, you didn't notice. This was the first time you had a best friend, and you couldn't draw the line between romantic or friendly. Peter would buy you a box of your favourite chocolate and the whole series of that one book series you've been wanting for the past week, and you'd say it was a 'best friend thing' as Natasha smirked evilly and Clint laughed hysterically

"BEST- OH GOD SAVE ME- NAT DID YOU HEAR THAT- AHAHAHAHA-" Clint wheezed. "Don't tease the young lovers," Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "He isn't in love with me!" You exclaimed. "Suuureeee he isn't," Clint grinned, "The same way I don't think Thor is the hottest avenger." "Gaaaaayyyyyy," Tony yelled from across the room. "Like you don't think the same, Tin Can!" Clint stuck his tongue out

You huffed and walked out. Stupid Avengers. —

"She's so cute..." Peter thought out loud, from behind the entryway of the kitchen. You were doing your math homework on the kitchen counter, and you threatened to kill anyone who disturbed you.

Tony, who was making pasta in the, leaned back. "You think so?" He mused.

Peter stumbled back and balanced himself, scared from Tony's outburst. "Oh- mister Stark- h..hihi!" He said all too quickly. "I Didn't- didn't see ya- oh boy I did not see you there- haha-"

Tony raised and eyebrow and walked towards peter, draping an arm around him. "First of all kid, she has her headphones on so she can't hear us even if we scream," He said, "Second of all, cut the shit son." "What?" "Yeah, We know you like her" "WHAT!?"

Tony sighed. "It's not like you're hiding it well, you're acting like a lovesick dork around her."

Peter flushed. "I don't act like-" "You almost tripped on the stairs and broke your nose trying to give her roses on her birthday." "It was her birthday! I couldn't not give her something!" "Roses, parker. You gave her roses and you expect me to think you don't like her romantically."

Peter bit his lip. "Maybe I... Maybe I do have a small crush on her-" "Small?" "Fineeeeee, a big crush," He murmured, "But I know she'll never like a loser like me..."

Tony shrugged, glancing back at him, and then you. "Don't worry, kid. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." A smirk was plastered across his face, and Peter knew trouble was brewing.

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"No, No I am not doing this," Peter vigorously shook his head, talking to this earpiece attached to his ear, where he could communicate with Tony and a specific mischievous god who overheard their little 'conversation' in the kitchen island when he sought some Swedish Fish He wore a slick black suit and tie, personally tailored by Loki, who took an interest at the 'spiderling's love life.'

There was a prayer to Freya, norse goddess of love, sewn on the cuffs in gold and tints of red, for good luck.

"Small Spiderling," Loki comforted, his silky smooth voice instantly calming Peter, "I have seen you with Lady Y/N. It is no secret that you have feelings for her, she is an impressively kind and considerate woman."

"I mean, loads of other guys like her too, y'know," Peter whispered into the bug.

"Trust me," Loki smirked, "I have my ways of guessing. 99.999% I'm right!" "If you aren't- I swear I'm gonna chop your horns off, Reindeer Games," Scowled Tony.

Peter took a deep breath, standing at your door, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "Kid, you did this before. Why can't ya do it now?" Tony asked through the earpiece.

"Because I wasn't confessing my eternal love for her that time!" Peter grumbled. He nervously knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

You swung it open, and were delighted at the sight of him. "Peter!" You said, gesturing him to come in. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!"

He flushed and handed the flowers over to you, "These- These are uh- for err.. for you," Peter stumbled on his words.

You twinkled, taking them from his hand. "These are wonderful, Petey!" You sniffed them, taking in the smell blissfully. "But.. What's the occasion?" you asked obliviously. Tony facepalmed from his end.

"Oh," He started, "I just, uh, wanted to tell you something for a, errr, long time."

You didn't hear him, and instead went inside to keep the flowers in water.

Tony groaned at your sickly sweetness. "Just do it already, spandex-man!"

Peter sat at the edge of your sofa, regretting listening to the two men. He just couldn't have been just friends. Hell, this could ruin your friendship!

He would rather be a platonic interest in your life than not even be in your life. He was sure you'd hate him if he said the dreading three words. How was a girl like you supposed to like a boy like him?

"How?" He murmured. You had your back turned to put the flowers in a pot.

"Just slide over with a seductive smile and confess. Who knows, you might even get laid today!"

"MISTER STARKKKKK!" Peter gasped. You turned around on your heel and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Is anything wrong, Petey?" You inquired. "N-nope!" his heart warmed at the affectionate nickname. The poor boy couldn't help but be a flustered mess. "Oooookaayyyyy" You said, giggling, and facing the other way.

Peter straightened his suit and fixed his tie, walking towards you. 'It was now or never' Loki stated.

"Petey?" You asked, at the sudden stance of him towering over you. You set the vase aside and focused on him. His impeccable jawline looked so sharp and dashing, that you almost forgot about the bumbling boy who you talked to all the time.

The room was getting a bit heated, and you just noticed this was the first time you saw him in a suit. No, not a superhero suit, but a proper tuxedo. "I have to tell you a secret," He started.

"And what is that?" You flaunted, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Do as we practiced," Loki demanded. Peter scrunched his nose and bent lower, looking you straight in the eye. You stood still, afraid to move a muscle. Was this charming boy, your Peter?

"You do know I'm the best secret keeper to ever exist. right?" You nervously bantered, a smile tugging at the edge of your face. "Promise not to tell anyone," He said breathily, his face meeting yours. You leant toward him, taking in the essence of his cologne. "I won't, promise," You whispered, dead serious. From across the line, Loki and Tony smirked deviously.

"You swear?" "I swear," "You really aren't going to tell anyone?" "Not a soul," "Not even your best friends, MJ or Betty?" "Just tell me already, you idiot!" You huffed.

Peter tilted his head and put and finger to your chin, raising it to meet his eyes. You stuck your tongue out playfully, rolling your eyes. Peter broke out from his sudden seriousness and laughed. You couldn't help but join in.

"Dude, what was that?" You wheezed incredulously.

"I'm sorry!" He cringed. He couldn't stop letting out loose laughter. Tony guffawed loudly from his end. Loki facepalmed at how badly his plan went.

The sight of you snickering hysterically, the light of the sun from the windows hitting you in such a way, that you looked ethereal, made his heart soar.

"I love you so much," Peter breathed out giddily. You paused, looking at him in awe.

"Petey," You mumbled in a small voice, "Did you just say you... you loved me?" "Uhhh-" Peter's face was beet red. He stammered gibberish and avoided your eye contact, when you pulled him toward you by the collar. You kissed him tenderly, and he felt extremely ambiguous from it. Your lips crashed against each other, locking into his. His entire body buzzed from the unexpected smooch. His cheeks were burning up, and his lungs clenched. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up. He rested a hand on your hip, pulling you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned eagerly through the kiss. You broke free and saw his stunned expression, and let out a loose chuckle. He caressed your face gingerly.

"Took you long enough," a snarky remark escaped you. Loki and Tony smiled knowingly, realising what the long silence meant. "I love you too."

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear an oblivious idiot like you say that,"

This was so amazing and funny 😂😂💖💖

Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff x teen!sister!Reader where in Lena and Tasha find out that Reader is dating Peter Parker lives rent free in my head. Do what you will with this information.

Welcome to the Family~ Natasha x Yelena x Teen!Sister!Reader/ Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: Hi!! Yes ik, I'm scarce, i apologize. I love your asks and try to get through them whenever i can, so thank you for showing a constant interest in my writing. That's honestly the only thing that keeps me going and motivating me to write more.

I hope you enjoy this!

Peter and the reader are the same age and this takes place when they are in high school.

Not proofread.

Warnings: words like f*ck and sh*t, literally once each.

Words: 1261

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“Hey?”

You looked up from your textbook, smiling at a tired Natasha who was leaning against the door,” You good there?”

Your oldest sister just gave you a tired smile,” Yeah, hectic mission is all. The mission report was a snooze.”

You got up and gave her a hug, hoping to make her feel better,” Did you want anything?”

“Oh, yeah. Lena asked me to call you for dinner.”

Natasha moved away from you and was about to head towards her room when you looked at her with furrowed brows,” You aren’t joining us?”

The redhead turned slightly and shook her head lightly,” No, I think I’ll retire for the night. Told Lena to leave the leftover in the fridge if I felt hungry later.”

You were about to protest before your phone rang.

When you saw who it was, you cut the call a little too quickly which caused Natasha to look at you weirdly,” Who was that?”

You looked up at her, eyes slightly wider because you thought she had already left the corridor,” Oh, it was just spam don’t worry.”

The ex-assassin looked at you for a second longer, trying to shake the feeling that you were lying and shrugging the thought away to her being tired which made her a little too hyper-aware of her surroundings.

You sighed to yourself before making your way to the dining table.

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Yelena was attending to the garden at the back of the house when the doorbell rang.

“Y/n/n! Can you please open door please?”

“On it!’

You ran down the stairs and opened the door, smiling in amusement when you saw who it was.

“Good morning, ma’am. I hope you are having a lovely day” the boy dressed in a postman’s outfit smiled toothily.

“Well, it is now” you smiled, looking towards the glass door that led to the back for a second before quickly sneaking in a peck.

“Aww, is that all I get?” the boy pouted.

“For now, yes Mr. Parker” you smiled teasingly,” You got some nerve showing up here. What if it was my sister who opened the door?”

Peter just raised his eyebrow as if he saw this question coming,” Well my lovely girlfriend, I was sitting on that tree over there waiting for the right opportunity “

“That’s some commitment right there” you acknowledged.

“Y/n why are we sneaking around like this? I can handle your sisters.” Peter slightly whined.

You leaned against the door and just raised your eyebrow.

“Ok, maybe they intimidate a little too much and I nearly shit my pants when I’m near them, especially now that I’m dating their baby sister secretly. But still!”

You just chuckled at the boy before giving him another quick peck,” Soon Parker”

“Y/n who was it?” you hear Yelena’s voice nearing so you quickly shut the door before the blonde appeared.

“No one. Just some postman who was asking about an address near-by. Apparently got lost.” You smile slightly before making an excuse to go back to your room.

Yelena narrowed her eyes at you before looking out the window at the receding image of the postman.

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A couple nights later, Yelena and Natasha were in the kitchen, trying to cook a Russian recipe their mother used to cook them when they were kids.

But both also had other things on their minds.

“Lena” “Tasha”

Both called out in unison.

They looked at each other and stopped cooking for a second before collectively looking up at the ceiling, above which was where your room was.

“You too?” Natasha asked, Yelena nodding.

“Something’s going on…”

Both finished cooking before tip-toeing to your room. They stood in front your door, trying to listen to anything on the inside.

“Should we be doing this though?” Yelena whispered, feeling slightly guilty about spying on their sister. Natasha seemed to realize the same thing and sighed.

“You are right. Let’s go.”

Just as the two were about the leave, a loud crash came from inside your room, causing them to panic.

They barged inside, in fright of something happening to you only to see Peter Parker hanging from the ceiling upside down with you hands on his cheeks, both looking at the door with wide eyes, caught red handed.

“What the fuck…..” Natasha let out, while Yelena just stood with her mouth hanging open.

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Here you were, in the living room. All four of you sitting together, Natasha and Yelena side by side on the sofa and you and Peter occupying the other.

It was awkward, to say the least.

You nervously looked between your sisters, trying to deduce who would be the first one to pounce on your boyfriend so that you could push him out of the way.

Honestly that was all you were worried about. Peter’s safety. From your own sisters.

Natasha sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before looking both of you in the eye,” How long has this been going on?”

Peter looked at you and decided to answer,” uh, about 2 months, ma’am.”

Now Natasha looked at you,” and you didn’t bother telling us?”

Yelena just stayed silent, looking at Peter as if trying to decide how to murder the boy and letting Natasha do all the talking.

“See, I did. But it was so new, still is. I wasn’t sure how it would end and since you personally work in a team with him, I didn’t want things going south just because things didn’t work out between us.” You explained, finally realizing how this stunt could’ve hurt your sisters.

You hadn’t thought of that exactly.

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t tell us” Natasha argued, though her voice remained soft. You gulped seeing the hurt inside her eyes,” What if something extremely bad had happened? No offense Peter, but you need to see where I’m coming from here.”

Peter readily agreed with her,” Oh don’t worry, I actually agree with you. We should’ve been more responsible about this and not sneaked around.”

Natasha stopped speaking at that, her eyes scanning the boy before looking back at you,” You promise not to hide anything from us from now on?”

You nodded immediately,” Yes. I will. I was going to, believe me. But I just needed to be sure if this would work out just for a little while, more than a fling so that it didn’t complicate things.”

Natasha nodded,” You are a good kid Peter. I hope you maintain that image with us.”

“For your own good.” Yelena glared, still apprehensive.

Peter gulped as he nodded.

“Alright, who wants ice cream?” Natasha asked, causing you and Peter to look at her in surprise.

She smirked at that reaction before leaning back on the sofa,” Well, my baby sister is in a relationship for the very first time, I think that calls for a dessert.”

She got up,” Y/n can you help me carry the bowls please?”

You didn’t really get much of a choice as your oldest sister pulled you up and dragged you to the kitchen.

Yelena waited for you two to disappear before looking at Peter. The Spiderman didn’t know what it was but the stare unnerved him a little too much.

Yelena stood in front of him and bent down to meet his eyes level,” I hear a peep of her cries relating even remotely to you being the reason, you better start counting your days. You understand me?”

The blonde stepped back and smiled at the sweating boy,” Welcome to the family, Spiderman.”

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if there's one thing i've been really hammering into my head and continually keep reminding myself of, it's the fact that

i am pure consciousness.

that's it. i'm not this person, this body, this mind. i'm not really even human.

i’ve already lived millions of lives. i am right now living infinite lives in infinite bodies in infinite worlds.

i'm literally pure consciousness simply experiencing things through this vessel, this body, this mind, this person.

and i can choose to not do that anymore.

i can choose to release this experience and leave it behind. i can choose to experience another life, another world, another reality.

because i am pure consciousness.

it is literally my purpose and my right.

so whenever i do disappear from tumblr and stop my ramblings and that day is probably not that far, this is where my mindset has been lately.

and these are the affirmations that have been running on repeat in my mind for the past week or two:

i'm pure consciousness.

i'm a master at shifting. i've already shifted millions of times, i just forgot. i'm god, so of course i'm a master at shifting. anything else doesn't even make any sense.

i already shifted. i'm literally in storybrooke right now.

i don't have to worry about anything, cause i already shifted. if i close my eyes and take a breath, i'm literally sitting at granny's right now, holding a warm cup of coffee.

i already shifted. i'm pure consciousness and time isn't fucking real.

i already shifted. i'm in storybrooke, right now.

i've also had to kind of make peace with the fact that it's okay to just want to go. and not come back. cause i don't have anything left in me to give, to this current experience. like i'm just... complete.

and that is okay. like it's just fully okay to give up on what doesn't serve you anymore. doesn't mean anything about me. i'm still god.

i allow myself to shift. i give myself permission to choose another experience for myself.

i love myself enough to release myself from this old life. i love myself enough to let go of this and allow myself to experience peace, joy, abundance, friendship, family, love, all things good... in another reality.

i've been sleeping poorly in the past few nights and while i've had some extremely vivid dreams, i haven't been lucid or visited the astral at all.

which i just choose to take as a sign that something within me knows that i'm fucking ready and that the next time i do get into those spaces i'm doing it. it's like this whole new level of determination and trust and knowing that it is going to work cause i'm going to fucking make it work. and quite honestly, i'm not even giving myself any other option at this point.

three excellent posts that i'd recommend to anyone:

https://www.tumblr.com/vanessafaron/757336060178071552?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkktraveler/761921701374246912?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmodel/761532258292252672?source=share

i also listen to subliminals throughout the day. i'm currently testing this out: https://www.tumblr.com/bibismovingcastle/762398182854492160?source=share

AND during the day i just do robotic affirming. my current experience isn't the greatest so i just need the mindlessness of affirming to keep my mind from exploding lol. i'm a master shifter. i already shifted.

does anyone else have anything to share, any updates, anything? tell me tell me, tell everyone.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

OMG you're such an amazing writer!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 This is exactly how I wanted Civil War to end!!!!!!

Making Amends (Avengers x reader)

I may have done what I wanted with Tony’s stand in CW here…

CIVIL WAR REQUEST: Imagine since Tony signed the accords he can’t do missions and stuff without the government’s say so. One night his 15 yr old daughter gets taken by Hydra. He can’t do anything about it because the government won’t let him. Steve’s team heard of this. They have nothing against her and they all really like her (Bucky and Sam don’t know her) so they all go and save her. Bucky is the one to find her. It breaks his heart because she’s just sobbing while trying get out things Hydra did to her. Bucky ends up evolving family/sibling type feelings for her. They bring her back to Tony and he’s really freaking happy. End how you want!  

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Tony waved from the door of your room, pulling the door shut as FRIDAY slowly dimmed the lights and into darkness.  You closed your eyes and fell almost immediately into sleep, your eyes feeling oddly heavy and impossible to keep open.  Not only did your eyes feel heavy, but your body felt as if it were sinking into the mattress, falling into a nothingness that encompassed you as you drifted into sleep.  It was almost too easy.

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Same her bestie!!!!!!!! I also get so jealous 😔😔

i hate when i search “_____ x reader” and OC fics come up :((

im a scorpio moon, i get jealous guys. i cannot be reading about my fictional crushes with other people😭

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.