Summary: The Guardians Of The Galaxy and a little portion of the Avengers are forced to work together against Thanos. However, you couldn’t keep yourself in control, using every moment to flirt with the so-called Spider-Man.
After what seemed like ages, you learned everyone’s names.
Tony Stark was the guy in the robot suit who explained that he was one of Earth’s mightiest protectors. The staringly dressed gentleman was Stephen Strange, a neurosurgeon who somehow ended up being a sorcerer? Honestly, you weren’t paying attention to either of them because you were taken aback by the Spider-guy.
Not only was he extremely pretty, he was also hilarious as fuck.
“Let’s talk about this plan of yours, I think it’s good, except, it sucks. So let me do the plan and that way it might be really good.”
“Wow.“
You couldn’t help but laugh at your father’s speech as you continued to play with Stephen’s cape. The red fabric wrapped around you and you continued chuckling like mad.
“C’mon, (Y/N), tell them how good my plans are!”
“Dad, they are horrible!” You shouted from within the cocoon that the cape snuggled you in. Tony was going to burst into laughter any minute now but he did his best to hold it back.
“I need to talk to you, Quill. Doc, you are in charge of the kids.” Tony stated as he started to lead Quill away.
The Doctor tried to protest but he eventually gave up and sat down, frustrated.
“Cloak!” he declared, reaching for the cape to return to him. It followed his orders, leaving you standing a few meters away from it.
“You kids do something while I work on seeing the possible outcomes of this war, okay?”
Summary: The Guardians Of The Galaxy and a little portion of the Avengers are forced to work together against Thanos. However, you couldn’t keep yourself in control, using every moment to flirt with the so-called Spider-Man.
After successfully taking Thanos’s gauntlet thanks to Doctor Strange, Thanos was defeated. He stood helplessly.
The purple hoe fell to his knees and looked confusedly at you all.
“I had only three stones left…”
“Too bad you couldn’t get them.” Tony said in a bold voice and turned towards your father. That was your cue before all of the formed group attacked him at once.
Mantis jumped on his neck to distract him again, you and your father started shooting him with your weapons as Drax began jumping on him at all sides. Peter was web-shooting Thanos’s body left and right while Tony and Stephen worked on destroying the gauntlet.
Overwhelmed by all attacks coming his way, Thanos collapsed with a loud thump. He was dead.
You heard cheerings all around but you just fell to your knees and sighed in happiness.
“We need to get back to Earth.” The Iron Man said as he helped you get up and gave you a pat on the back “Nice job, kid.”
“Let’s go then.” You all turned to face Doctor Strange as he did his wizard thing and opened a portal to someplace with a huge forest. It looked similar to Ego’s planet but more empty. It lacked life. That was until you noticed Thanos’s servants or whatever they are, fighting what you could only assume were Earth’s protectors.
You held Peter’s hand gently as you walked right through the portal only to be met with Thanos’s attendants turning into dust right before your eyes.
“Cool.” you mumbled as your feet sank into the grass that you could almost feel through your shoes.
“What the hell…” said someone behind you but you didn’t even care to see who, because you watched the remaining heroes panting and collapsing to the ground.
“I don’t even know anyone from here-” you began before you saw two very familiar faces that you were so happy to see. “GROOT! ROCKET!”
request: Hi hon! Idk if your requests are open but if they are can you do a peter imagine where the reader is the daughter or younger sibling of one of the other avengers and she’s super shy and just adorable but she’s also a really skilled fighter cause she’s trained with nat since like forever and her and peter are like best friends and her shitty bf cheats on her and she comes home crying and stuff and all the others become really protective but then they see how peter comforts her and they ship it?💞 warnings: shitty relationship, angsty/fluff (can’t tell), it’s also so cliche oops. AND UNEDITED!!!! word count: 2.9k a/n: at the end (-:
Hi~ I’m a new Marvel blog so pls follow and send in requests! Requests are open now for imagines/fake texts/headcanons/reactions etc…Now, without further ado-here’s what I think dating the Peter Parker would be like.
Summary: (Pre-Civil War) You are trying to maintain your cover in school when your gym class is treated to a self-defence lesson by someone you know all too well. And you just happen to be picked for a demonstration.
A/N: This story takes place pre-Infinity War, so you don’t have to worry about spoilers. Let’s also pretend that Cap isn’t a wanted war criminal, for the sake of this story.
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Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic)
title: practically naked word count: 1k summary: “y-you’re… naked.” “i’m in a bra.” “but, that’s practically naked.”
peter smiled brightly as he walked down the street, his stroll full of bounce as he approached the steps to avengers tower. the brunette boy jogged up the stairs excitedly.
“hey happy!” peter called as he marched towards the elevators, stark’s head of security leaned over his desk, furrowing a brow at the boy’s jittery stance.
“what’re you smiling about?” happy asked, curiosity layering his words.
peter spun on his heel, ecstatic to tell happy of the reason for his grin. “i’m going on a date,” he rolled on the balls of his feet, a blush forming across his cheeks, “with y/n.” he added, a bit of embarrassment coating his voice.
Happy raised an eyebrow, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “good luck kid.” he said, sending Peter off as the elevator descended.
all of peter’s nerves creeped up on him all at once. a small bead of sweat beginning to trail down his temple. he quickly wiped it away, taking a deep breath before the doors opened up to engulf him into the lounge.
a few avengers sat clustered in groups throughout the room, all their eyes falling upon peter and watching his nervousness build as he headed for the stark girls bedroom.
he stood outside her door, trying to regain the small amount of confidence he had. “c’mom peter, it’s just a study date, just a-”
the door flung open, causing peter to jolt backwards, resulting in the boy falling onto hit bottom with a thump. y/n stood by the door, her hand flying over her mouth to hold back the laughter that was about to erupt from her lips.
“you alright?” she quickly asked, trying her best to hide the giggle out of her tone.
peter nodded, his cheeks burning as she took his hand, helping him up. y/n didn’t release him after helping him up, but instead tugged on his arm, pulling peter into his room.
peter glanced around the spacious bedroom, he estimated its size in his head, coming to the conclusion; it was larger than his whole apartment.
what interested the boy the most was the large wall completely made out of glass. he knew the whole tower was glass, but her room was the center, which made it odd how the window looked out on the city of new york.
“pretty cool huh?” y/n asked, netting his side. peter was at a loss for words, his eyes just trailed over the skyline, his mouth falling dry. “it’s this super tech thing my dad made, kind of like two way glass.” she tapped on the window, the skyline disappeared, a light grab wall replacing it.
“that’s… amazing.” peter sputtered, in shock by the amount of tech one room alone could hold.
y/n laughed, taking a seat on the ground where she had laid out her books. peter sat across from her, flipping through the pages of his geometry book.
the two tried to focus as best they could, but it just turned into a fit of laughter and the occasional toss of a french fry.
she stuck her tongue out at a comment peter shot her way, resulting in his flick of the chick fil a waffle fry smacking her square in the chest. y/n looked down to see a small ketchup stain splattered across her white top, a small frown crossing peter’s face.
“oh god, i’m incredibly sorry, here i’ll-” peter halted, he held his hand centimeters away from her chest, the napkin in his hand crumbling under the clench of his fist. instead he dropped it in her lap, leaning backwards.
y/n dabbed at the stain, knowing bloody well it wouldn’t come out but it was worth the effort. she as an alternative to, stood and made her way towards her dresser.
peter stared down at his lap, the feeling of self-consciousness swept across his face. his gaze trailed upward, his eyes falling upon y/n… topless.
he tried to pull his stare away but couldn’t, he sat paralyzed, eyes wide. y/n held a shirt in her hand, noticing his gape out of the corner of her eye.
“you okay peter?” she asked softly, stepping towards him. he flinched at her effort to touch his shoulder, the boy dropped his vision.
“y-you’re… naked.” he stuttered, peter’s face falling flush.
y/n couldn’t hold back a giggle, she easily compared his face to that of an apple. “i’m in a bra.” the girl elaborated, her mind thinking of ways to tease the flustered boy.
“but,” he began, lifting his gaze momentarily back to her, “that’s practically naked.”
y/n watched as he turned his back on her completely, listening to his small mutters he whispered telling himself to calm down.
she pressed her lips together, sending a glance down at herself. she wasn’t wearing anything to risqué, only a bralet that was easily the size of your average sports bra. but of course she knew peter well, and wasn’t expecting any less from him.
“peter?”
“yeah?” he didn’t turn around.
y/n pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, sighing. “you know, if you’re really interested in dating me, you should get use to this.”
his face went from red to crimson. “w-what?”
y/n smirked, sitting down to face him, she tapped her pointer finger on his knee, a bit of mischief playing in her eyes. “close your eyes.” he did as she said. “now imagine yourself sitting where you are, and me where i am.”
his mouth fell dry. “dressed as you are?”
she shook her head, “yes, except make a small adjustment.”
“and that is?” his posture grew tense, his eyes were squeezed shut tightly. y/n could tell he was nervous, embarrassed even, but she was just like her father. she loved to mess with people.
“you’re wearing nothing but your boxers.”
his eyes popped open, the boy getting to his feet as quickly as possible. “okay that’s enough out of that game.” he stumbled, his nerves calming as y/n gripped his wrist.
“peter,” their eyes met, “you’re allowed to think of me like that.”
“but isn’t that… wrong?” he cocked his head.
y/n shrugged, “maybe to some, but i don’t mind it. besides, I’ve thought about it intensely, and you look great in boxers.” she winked, that familiar blush falling upon peter’s face as he dropped his gaze.
request: hi! can u write something about peter falling for a very shy artistic girl at school? thanksss<3
warnings: fluff i guess also so poorly written i apologize.
SO FUN STORY, i am such an aggressive typer that i broke my g key and now it’s kind of hard to type! wish me luck bitches!! ALSO requests for the 100, riverdale, and peter parker imagines and headcanons are open!
Peter Parker had a crush, but he was almost one hundred percent positive you didn’t even know his name, which was a slight problem. Only, you did know his name and actually had a slight infatuation with the boy also. You both shared similar characteristics which could explain the connection between you. You both were somewhat quiet people but both had a burning passion inside of them, yours being art. From a young age, you were fascinated with the way shapes and colors and textures could come together to form something unique and beautiful. You would describe your art style as bright but realistic, you wanted to bring out the beauty in everyday things. You enjoyed drawing people that stood out to you and the moment you saw Peter Parker, you started to sketch him. Something inside of you wanted to get to know him, but you were terrified of the rejection you could face from him. So you took to the back and tried to ignore the want of getting to know him.
“Peter!” Ned hollered, startling him. “Dude you look creepy.” Peter blushed and shifted his gaze from you to the sad salad in front of him. “Are you ready for the chem test? Because honestly, I don’t think I am. Like don’t get me wrong, I love chemical equations but I hate balancing-”
“Wait we have a chem test?” Peter interrupted when the words finally sunk in. Ned nodded slowly, confusion prominent in his eyes.
“How the fuck did I remember a test, when you didn’t?” He questioned, as his lips curled into a smile. “I feel so smart and organized!” Ned trusted his fist into the air in excitement. Peter rolled his eyes and laughed.
“I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
“Oh is it Y/N?” Ned joked wiggling his eyebrows while Peter’s face continued to heat up. He quickly shook his head while peering at Ned.
“I meant with Spiderman,” Peter whispered, glancing around him to make sure no one heard.
“Yeah sure, you know you could go talk to her and like get her number,” Ned suggested as Peter shuttered at the thought. What if you weren’t interested? His dreams would literally be crushed, and he couldn’t risk it. The bell rang, sending hoards of tired teenagers off to their next class. Peter staggered behind, not ready for the test that was brought to his attention only a few minutes ago. “Dude, come on!” Ned pipped up grabbing Peter’s arm. They rushed to their next class and slipped into their seats just in time for the bell to ring. Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging nerves. Deep down, he knew he would be fine, but his insecurity shined through at this moment. He felt eyes on the back of his head but this feeling was not new to him. People constantly stared at him and usually, it was in a mean way, but this was different. The eyes sent a warm, comforting feeling through him, giving him the boost of confidence that he needed. Wanting to see who the person was that did this to him, he turned around to try and figure it out. No one was looking at him anymore, they all looked at their desks at the tests that were face down. He scanned the group of people when his eyes fell on his longtime crush, Y/N. Her cheeks were slightly flustered as her eyes darted around the room, avoiding Peter’s pressing gaze.
“You may start your test, good luck to you all,” The teacher’s booming voice grabbed the boy’s attention, bringing him back reality. He flipped over the test and took another breath, reassuring himself that he could do this, and he was right. Peter Parker was the first done in the class and he was sure that he did pretty well on it. He got up from his desk to turn in his test, a new found confidence in his step. When he turned around to walk back to his seat, he found that you were out of your seat and walking up to where he stood, test in your hands and your eyes cast at the floor, hoping to be ignored. He smiled as he made his way back to his desk, excited to have a moment of peace before he set out for spiderman duties after school. Peter sighed while slipping back into his desk, leaning back and about to close his eyes when something caught his eyes. A bright sketch of a spider was on his desk with a little note attached, which read ‘I know this might be a little creepy but I saw the pin on your backpack and I kind of fell in love with it. Thanks for inspiring me – Y/N.’ The handwriting was gorgeous, it was cursive and loopy and just perfect, it matched your persona. A huge smile made its way to his face, how could his day get any better. His eyes kept going over the note, surely this was a joke. No way you were looking at him and his backpack. It felt somewhat unreal. The period crept on before the bell sounded again, signaling the end of the long day. Student’s threw their stuff into their bags carelessly, in a hurry to leave their version of hell. You took your time though, not wanting to get caught up in the hoards of teenagers. Peter noticed and began to pack up his things a little slower. When you started to leave the class, Peter ran up next to you falling into step with you.
“Hi,” Peter grinned. “How was the test for you?” He managed to get out. You giggled at his awkwardness.
“I-It wasn’t terrible, how did it go for you?” You smiled as your face started to heat up.
“About the same,” Peter responded. You two walked in silence till you reached the school doors, and Peter pushed them open. You breathed in the fresh air, happy to be done for the day so you could be home. You smiled at Peter and gave him a wave before starting to walk away to start your journey home. Peter watched you walk away, wanting to say more but he couldn’t find his words. He sighed and looked down at his feet, embarrassed for himself when a sudden surge of confidence fell over him.
“Y/N, wait!” Peter yelled out to you. You stopped your stride when you heard the faint calling of your name. You turned around to find Peter Parker running over to you. “Hey,” He panted.
“Hi?” You questioned, a little confused about why he was still talking to you.
“Listen, I kind of like you and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? It’s totally okay if you don’t, I won’t-” Peter rambled.
“Sure,” You beamed, happiness coursing through your veins. Peter looked taken back.
“I’m sorry was I dreaming or did you just say yes?” He questioned. You laughed and nodded your head. “So do you want to exchange numbers or…?”
“Of course,” You unlocked your phone and handed it over to him as he did the same. You entered your number and name and handed his phone back over to him.
“I’ll text you!” Peter yelled as you continued your journey back home. An uncontrollable smile was painted on your face, and there was a sparkle in your eye. When you got home, you threw your backpack on to your bed and immediately sat down on your desk, starting to sketch out a drawing of Peter. His smile was the focus of the piece, it was radiant and jubilant and by far the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your years of living. A buzz came from your phone, bringing you back from your thoughts.
Peter: Hey! I totally forgot to thank you for the drawing, it was amazing! You’re a great artist, when did you learn to draw like that?
Y/N: hey peter! thank you so much, i loved the spider on your backpack and i have to know where you got it from. i’ve been drawing for as long as i can remember actually! i feel like you are a secret artist parker, got anything to share (-;
Peter: I actually cannot draw for shit, but thanks for believing in me
Peter: So about that date…. Are you free on Saturday?
Y/N: yes i am! but only after three, i have to watch my little brother )-:
Peter: Okay that actually works out perfectly! Shall I pick you up at five then?
Y/N: yes totally! i am looking forward to it cutie!
You immediately regretted calling him cutie, what were you thinking?
Peter: Oh, so you think I am cute now?? 😉
Y/N: maybe… depends on how this date goes…
Peter: Shit, now I got to be on my A game!
Y/N: were you not going to be?
Peter: I honestly do not know how to respond to that, I’ll see you tomorrow cutie! (;
You flopped down on your bed and held your phone to your chest. It felt as if you were in a teen movie, your crush had asked you out! You would have never thought that Peter was doing almost the exact same thing. He laid on top of a random apartment, browsing the stars. Never once in his life did he ever think that you would have ever said yes. Best day of his life.
warnings: mental illness, mentions of child abuse, and emo spidey boy.
words: 3.5k ish
A/N: requests for the 100, riverdale, and peter parker imagines and headcanons are open! please request! also feedback is GREATLY appreciated so please tell me how you liked it or if you didn’t tbh!! also reblogging and liking is really helpful so feel free to do that too!! my inbox is always open if you need to talk!
The first time it happened, Peter had barely known you. He had gone upstate to the new Avenger’s facility to train with the Avengers for a couple of weeks in the hot months of July. He was constantly exhausted both physically and mentally and his skin was littered with dark marks, whenever one would fade away, there would be one just waiting to take its place. It was rigorous and Peter didn’t think he could have made it through a couple of weeks if it was not for you. You were the light in the sea of darkness, your presence would lift Peter from whatever he was feeling and plunge him into happiness. You were his solace in these times. Peter was desperate to strike up a friendship with you, and you didn’t mind all, desperate for someone your age to talk to. You knew the bare minimum about each other to be considered friends because he was always busy, but he had a day off coming up and was determined to spend the day with you, getting to know you. The besotted boy had planned everything out a few days in advance, anxiety flooding through him, questioning if the soft girl would even enjoy. He even mustered the courage to ask Tony if you would enjoy it, him being your uncle and all.
Normally, the protective father figure would disapprove of the thought of his little niece going out with anyone, but he liked Peter. Something about the kid just felt genuine, and his intentions were clearly pure, and you needed something to love. It was evident to him that the nightmares and panic and seeped its way back into your life, breaking the man’s heart. Everything he tried to fix your broken mind didn’t work. He was persistent and someone what desperate at this point, willing to try anything, so if that meant allowing Peter to grow closer to you, he was willing to let it happen.
From the second the boy woke up, he was exuberant for the day ahead of him. Socked feet made contact with the soft carpeted floors and he practically pranced out of his room, joy in each step he took. His presence was automatically detected in the kitchen, raising the heads of a few stay avenger’s trying to consume their breakfast before pushing on with their days. Peter scanned the room, searching for your bright eyes. His smile fell when he couldn’t find them. Surely you would have been up, it was eight thirty and you were always making yourself a bowl of cereal or pancakes for everyone in the house.
“Where is Y/N?” the boy questioned, the question aimed at anyone who could answer. Tony looked up at him with a sympathetic smile, he knew how excited Peter was today and wasn’t keen on informing him of what happened.
“She is gone today, I’m really sorry Peter,” he admitted. Disappointment bubbled inside of Peter’s body, his mind started to race coming up with places that you could have gone. Surely you remembered their plans for today, why would you leave him with no note or text?
“What?” Peter croaked, desperately trying to cloak the sadness in his voice but failing.
“Sorry kid, I don’t know when she’ll be back,” Tony sighed. Peter found himself looking to the other’s in the room, maybe one of them knew where you went. Pepper got up and placed one of her hands on Tony’s shoulders, a sad sparkle in her eyes.
“Did something happen last night?” she asked the tenser man. He shook his head.
“She was fine when I said goodnight. I thought she was getting better, this hasn’t happened in months,” he spoke softly, not really wanting Peter to overhear. Peter looked at the floor, deciding to skip breakfast today. He sauntered back to his room, his demeanor having done a full 180 in the past few minutes. Messages of doubt were all that filled his brain, maybe you didn’t like him and just didn’t want to tell him. Maybe you had another date today or maybe you truly had an emergency that you couldn’t attend. He wanted to believe that latter, but deep down his insecurities tried to convince him that you just didn’t want to spend time with Peter. The boy flopped down on his bed, grabbing a random blanket, cocooning himself in it. His hands found their way to his stickered covered laptop on his bedside table. The screen lit up with life as he brainstormed things he could do to distract himself from what happened. Playing games online with Ned seemed like the best option.
Fingers pounded at the keyboard as he logged on to his Skype account. The sound of ringing filled his ears when it was replaced with Ned’s voice.
“Peter!” Peter smiled a little at the sound of his best friend’s voice, he could always count on Ned to distract him from literally everything.
“Hey man, what’s up? Do you wanna go online?”
“Hell yeah! I just leveled up to 163 last night!” Ned clearly took pride in the newest achievement.
“That’s awesome! I’m still at 156,” Peter sighed.
“Well yeah, but you have also been training with the fucking Avengers for the past few weeks!” Peter chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess you are right,” he sighed, his mind drifting off again to you.
“Dude, are you joining or not?” Ned’s voice brought him back to reality as he shook off the thought of you.
“Yeah, s-sorry,” the boy stuttered, trying to join the game as fast as he could. He was thrown headfirst into a battle, as his fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to defend his character.
“I’m going in! Peter, can you back me up?” Ned spat. Peter nodded before realizing Ned couldn’t see him.
“Yeah.” Ned’s character broke out into a run in front of him as Peter tailed behind him, looking around for anyone who could be of harm to Ned. Of course, his mind drifted off to you again, distracting him from the game. The sound of shots startled him as he realized the person he was supposed to protect was being shot at.
“Peter what the fuck! I’m dead, you were supposed to have my back!” Ned screamed in anger, as Peter sunk down further into the mess of blanket on him.
“Sorry man, I’m little distracted at the moment,” he apologized.
“Oh, with Y/N? Wait holy shit, did you already go on your date? What happened? Where did you go? Oh my god, Peter did you kiss-”
“She ditched!” Peter interrupted, his voice laced with exasperation.
“Oh damn,” Ned whispered in surprise. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Peter spat in frustration.
“Have you talked to her about it?” Ned questioned.
“No, she is gone. Mr. Stark told me this morning.”
“Where did she go?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Peter quipped.
“Damn, what a bitch,” Ned mumbled under his breath.
“She isn’t a bitch, Ned. She is literally the nicest person I know, I just don’t get why she ditched me. She didn’t even leave a note or anything. Maybe it was an emergency, you know? Like she had to leave-”
“Wouldn’t Mr. Stark go with her though?” Ned interrupted, the last little bit of hope fleeing Peter’s body. The forlorn boy sighed, his dreams crushed, a feeling of sadness pressing on his chest.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Peter spoke apathetically.
“Look dude I’m sorry, forget her. Girls-”
“Let’s just keep playing,” he forced out between pressed lips. The two continued to play in silence, sometimes they would spit out a word or two to each other, but for the most part silence. Peter’s self-esteem was faltering fast, his insecurities finally taking over. He wasn’t good enough for you.
Tony found himself outside of your closed door, a stray plate of food in his hand. His knuckles reached up to knock but he stopped himself and went straight for the doorknob letting himself in. The soft smell of lavender reassured him that he was in the right room. The pastel purple walls hung with pictures of the things you loved and soft fairy lights was a sharp contrast to your figure in the bed. Your hair was sprawled out behind you as you stared forward at the wall. The old, beaten up Teddy Bear was pressed up against your chest. The sight broke the man’s heart. He walked over to your bed, as gently as possible, placing the plate of food on your bedside table. Secretly he hoped that the smell of food would bring you out of your trance, but he knew it wouldn’t; nothing could.
These episodes happened when often when you were younger, you were gone at least once a week. The older man was never quite sure what to do, the doctor reassured him that you were okay, and you would always come out of them. The first couple of times it happened, he would just sit next to your body, staring at you. He then got used to it, and left you alone, usually going to find a sense of comfort in whoever was in the house. The rest of the avenger’s had gotten used to it also, it broke their hearts but they also knew that there was nothing they could do to make you stop.
Tony found his hands brushing the hair out of your face as kneeled down by your body. Your eyes were aimed directly at him but he knew you didn’t see him. Your eyes were unresponsive, expressing no acknowledgment of his presence. Your mind was off somewhere else, Tony was always curious about where it went, but the one time he asked, he sent you into a downward spiral. You shook and cried and fought him away from you, sprinting back into your room. He then never asked again. Sighing, he decided to leave to go see if everyone wanted to gather for dinner, figuring it was a good distraction for everyone.
A knock, sounded on Peter’s door, interrupting his viewing of ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’. He quickly paused the movie while shouting to whoever was knocking that he was coming. His legs felt like jello due to them not being used all day as he rushed to the door, he passed by a mirror and caught a glimpse of his reflection. Matted brown curls flopped on his head and his usually vibrant brown eyes were dulled down with sadness. The boy shook it off and opened the door coming face to face with Tony Stark.
“M-Mr. Stark!” He exclaimed as he clawed at his hair, trying to tame the mess to look a little more presentable. Tony laughed at his childish behavior.
“Dinner is in 5 and you’re required to be there,” he demanded before turning around and leaving. Peter sat there, his head cocked in confusion. They usually didn’t all have dinner together, but he was a little excited. Maybe you were home and he could talk to you about today. He nervously undressed himself out of pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He searched for a brush and a bit of gel so he could tame his hair. He smiled at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance. The boy made his way down the stairs, greeted by most of the Avengers sitting at the table, laughing about something. He gave them all a smile and a hi before finding his seat. He scanned the table for you, but you were nowhere to be seen. His heart dropped as his blood ran cold, all he wanted to do was talk to you but you wouldn’t answer his texts. He stayed silent while shoveling the warm food into his mouth.
“What’s got you down Peter?” Thor randomly asked, sending everyone’s attention to the boy. He blushed before shaking his head, half-heartedly trying to convince everyone that he was fine, but no one fell for it.
“Awe, girl problems?” Thor pressed with a large grin on his face. Peter blushed and just stared at the ground. Thor laughed before slapping Peter on the back.
“I’m just messing with you kid. But speaking of which, where is Y/N?” he questioned while taking a bite out of the sweet roll. A silence fell over the room, all heads turning to Tony.
“She’s gone today,” he hesitated. Everyone’s once happy faces turned into saddened ones. Did everyone know where you were but him? Anger started to consume him.
“She was doing so well,” Thor sighed.
“Let’s just drop it,” Tony stated harshly. Everyone murmured their sorrys as they continued to eat in silence. Conversation soon picked back up, but Peter didn’t speak a word. When he was done, he got up and left, muttering something about needing to do something.
“Does he know?” Thor asked when Peter was out of sight. Pepper shook her head.
“And we aren’t going to tell him,” she continued as Thor nodded in understanding.
Peter slammed his door shut in anger. He had put so much thought into today and you had the audacity to leave! You told everyone else but him.
“God I’m so stupid!” He whispered-yelled running his hands through his hair. He needed to put his anger into something so he slipped his spider-man suit on and snuck out the window. His legs started to pick up speed, not quite sure of where they were going, but he kept on going. He shot up his web to a tree before swinging to the top of it. The boy sat down on the highest branch, panting.
“I sense a high heart rate, are you okay Peter?” Karen’s voice startled Peter.
“Holy shit Karen! Don’t do that!” Peter exclaimed, rebalancing himself on the branch.
“I apologize Peter.” He sighed.
“Hey Karen, do you know where Y/N is?” Peter joked.
“Yes, she is six miles away at the Avenger’s campus,” Karen recited. Peter jumped up in surprise, you were back?
“Wait, Mr. Stark told me she was gone!” He started back down the tree, his legs picking up speed as he dodged fallen branches.
“Physically she is there, but mentally she is not.” Karen’s comment made Peter stop in his tracks.
“What?” he breathed.
“Y/N suffers from PTSD and sometimes has episodes where she will dissociate herself from the current day, and spend it in bed.” Suddenly everything clicked, that’s how everyone knew where you were. His breathing stopped, how could have been so stupid? He assumed the worst of you, when he should have been worrying about you.
“Will she be okay?” Peter asked, his heart racing with fear.
“Normally, yes.” He let out the breath that he had been keeping inside. He felt awful about the whole situation, the now anxious boy raced back to the campus. Carefully he slid back into his room and stripped himself of his suit and hazily threw on his pajamas. Quietly, he opened the door to his bedroom and slipped out. He tiptoed around the quiet house until he found himself in front of your room. The boy questioned his actions, what if he was making a mistake? What if he was just going to make things worse?
“Hey!” Peter heard a voice as he jumped two feet in the air. His hand flew to his heart as he realized who was there.
“You scared me Mr. Stark!”
“Why are you in front of Y/N’s room?” He interrogated, a fire in his eyes.
“I just w-wanted to make sure that she was all r-right,” Peter stuttered.
“Who told you?” Tony demanded, coming closer to the frightened boy’s body.
“Karen!” He spoke as Tony sighed.
“There is nothing you can do kid, she might be like this for a while,” the older man spoke, slumping down against the wall. Peter hesitantly sat next to him on the floor.
“How long has this been happening?” Peter furrowed his brows.
“Four year’s now.”
“Can I ask what caused them, or would that be rude of me. You know what forget-”
“Her mom was a shitty person. My brother died when Y/N was younger in front of her mother and her, and her mother turned to drinking and didn’t stop for years before she died,” he interrupted as they sat in silence. Peter understood what he was implying as his heart broke in two for you. He knew what it was like to lose their parent’s but he couldn’t imagine having a toxic person like that in his life. You seemed so happy and you were always positive, that was one of the first things that peaked Peter’s interests.
“Wow,” Peter finally said as Tony just nodded his head.
“It hasn’t happened for months though, I truly thought she was getting better,” Tony whispered wanting to cry but in front of the young boy. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of the young boy, so he held his composure.
“You should go get some sleep, she might be up tomorrow. Also forget the conversation ever happened,” Tony continued as Peter stood, offering his hand out to the older man to help him up. Tony smiled before taking the boy’s hand. “Thanks, Peter.” Peter offered him a small smile before turning around to get back to his room.
“Oh, and Peter,” Tony started making Peter turn around in his tracks. “I’m sorry about your date today.” The boy shrugged before wandering off back to his room. Peter got under the covers and laid his head down on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. He wondered how you were so strong. Your face was the last thing he saw before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
His alarm woke the teenager out of his sleep, a groan escaping his lips. Tired eyes flickered open as he smashed the snooze button on his phone. His mind was clouded as he rubbed his eyes. A war raged on in his mind, should he get up or not? He decided that he needed a good shower so he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the hot water until the room was steamy. The boy tiredly peeled off his pajamas and stepped into the warm water, his eyes still half closed. He washed all the dirt and feelings from yesterday, wanting to start new.
When he finished, he started his way downstairs, searching for your eyes. When he finally stumbled into the kitchen he found you, making pancakes. You smiled when you saw him, his face instantly brightening.
“Morning Peter! Want a pancake?” Your question, happiness evident in your voice.
“Y/N!” You yelled as the lanky boy pulled you into his arms, hugging you will all his might. You melted away in his warm embrace, sorry for the other day.
“Peter I’m so sorry about yesterday, my friend had an emergency,” you lied, not knowing that Peter knew everything. He gave you a happy smile.
“That’s okay! There is always next time, I’m just glad you’re okay!” Peter chirped, his gaze full of love and admiration. You giggled at his cute little self.
“You know you’re pretty damn cute Peter Parker!” You grinned as the boy blushed looking at the floor.
“Woah, Woah, Y/N you’re not allowed to call anyone cute!” Your uncle’s voice yelled out. You smiled at the sight of him, embracing him.
“I’m worried about you,” he muttered in your ear.
“I’m okay, don’t worry,” you whispered to him as you pulled away giving him an ‘I told you so’ look. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a pancake. It was now your turn to roll your eyes as you grabbed a few pancakes and placed them on a plate, sliding it over you.
At this very moment, Peter realized he was desperately in love with you.
This is such a cute pairing!! I hope I do it justice
Both of your soft boys are big cuddle bugs & always hog you Kurt will snuggle into your side & Peter will straight up just lay on you
They both crave your affection & attention, but they’re so shy about it. Peter blushes & hides his face a lot when he’s needy & Kurt purrs & his tail whips around quickly when he needs you
They both especially love to hold your hand because it makes it all that much more real
You all love cooking together & messing around in the kitchen, although Kurt is the true chef
These boys live for cheek kisses
Or any kisses tbh
They love to pamper & spoil you, either with lots of love, food, or your favorite things
Everything is always so sweet & gentle & loving, especially the love-making
They’re such sweethearts I
They’re both convenient heaters for cold days (& will gladly use that as an excuse to cuddle)
Your boys also really love ice cream so you have lots of ice cream dates
They always end up in you cleaning them up because they’re slow & messy ice cream eaters
Every day is an adventure with these two
(sorry it’s so short I’ve been at uni all day & it’s nearly midnight & I barely got home so I’m really tired, but I will come back to this & add more. Hope you liked this bit so far! 💚)
I sure would! I’m not sure if you were hinting at doing hcs for Petey when he had a nightmare/gets scared during a storm, but I’m going to assume yes so here you go cutie 💚:
-Peter Parker doesn’t like to admit it, but he does get nightmares occasionally & he gets really troubled by storms
-He only gets nightmares when something happens in his life to trigger them, like if you were ever in danger or if he was worried something happened to you
-They first started after Uncle Ben was killed & got progressively worse, but when he met you, they started to come less & less
-He still has them every now & then, but they’re definitely not as often nor as bad as before
-When he does have one, he’ll wake up, breathing heavily & with sweat on his brow & you’ll just hold him close, rubbing his back as you kiss his head & hum him a lullaby Aunt May used to sing to him
-He relaxes instantly & it doesn’t take long for him to fall back asleep
-He’ll mumble a very quiet, very faint “I love you so much”
-And you’ll just smile & kiss his nose “I love you, too”
-During especially bad storms, he’s a little harder to calm down because he’s not too fond of lightning & it was raining the night Uncle Ben died, so it really upsets him
-Those are the nights when he tends to cry because of how overwhelmed & reminiscent it all his
-These nights, too, used to be really bad, but because of you, he cries & hurts much much less, even on these nights
-You’ll have to hold him close under the covers & rock him gently as he cries into your shoulder
-He’ll hug you so so tight & beg you to never ler him go
-These nights are ones that require lots of distractions, so you tend to make him get up & do something with you, like cook a late night meal or even play a board game or read
-He LOVES it when you read to him. He finds your voice so soothing & relaxing. It instantly calms him down
-Cooking with you also relaxes him & he thoroughly enjoys doing so with you
-He especially loves hugging you from behind & laying his chin on your shoulder so he can watch you cook
-He’ll place a kiss in your neck or shoulder & hug your waist super tight
-That’s on usual nights, but on nights with storms, he’s the one cooking because he needs the distraction & you’re the one hugging him from behind
-You guys would just talk casually about anything & everything, as long as it keeps his mind off the storm
-You always make him laugh with lots of jokes, especially while you eat
-He finds them all funny, even if they’re really lame
-When the meal is done & everything is all cleaned up, you’ll go back to bed & close the blinds so he doesn’t see the rain
-You’ll also play some music softly in the background so he doesn’t hear the storm either
-He’ll snuggle upto you & kiss your cheek, telling you how thankful he is to have you & how much he loves you
-He’ll sleep peacefully for the rest of the night
Sorry they were kind of sad, I hope you like them! 💚
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