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SHUT YOUR FACE, GRANDMA

“Oh my god, not her..!” Peter groans as he spots the substitute for their class. “Bro..” you sigh before turning to Peter, and grabbing the wrist of his flannel, dragging him to the class. “Wait, wait, wait!”

You quickly turn to Peter, “what, Peter?” Peter quickly looks at the substitute then back at you. “Do I have to?” Peter whines out, not wanting to go into the class. You nod, as if it was obvious.

“Now c’mon!” You continue pulling him to the classroom by the wrist of his flannel. Once you get into the classroom the substitute walks right over to you, “Don’t think I don’t see the dirty looks you have been giving me..”

You look at Peter from the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh. “Miss -“ The substitute turns to you very quickly before saying loudly “I honestly think it would be better for you to keep your mouth shut every once in a while.” You completely turn to Peter, a ‘wtf’ look on your face, slowly getting frustrated.

The substitute continues with this, “You’re grades would certainly improve..” You roll your eyes, “Shut your face, grandma!” You groan before looking up at the substitute.

The substitute is immediately infuriated, demanding you leave the class. You stifle your laugh as you gather your stuff, heading out of the classroom. You slowly make your way down the hall before you hear a voice yell “fuck!” You look behind you only to see Peter running at you.

Peter grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hallway and away from the classroom, laughing.

WHEN IS IT TOO FAR?

THIS ONESHOT HAS FOUL IMPLICATIONS. IMPLICATIONS INCLUDE RAPE AND MURDER‼️‼️‼️‼️ DONT READ IF THIS WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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“I won’t stop until I go too far.”

(())

The line echoes over and over in his head, almost haunting him. He was tired.. oh so tired. He craved your touch, knowing he’d never feel it again. He craved Aunt May’s hugs, knowing he’d never feel those again, either.

Mr. Stark told him that the strange things he was feeling would leave, disappear. He told Peter he just needed time, that he’d get over it. Maybe he lied? No, he wouldn’t do that.. would he?

Peter sits in his bed, staring off into space as his thoughts spiral uncontrollably. Peter covers his face with his hands as the face of his ‘enemy’ replays again and again and again. It never seemed to stop.

Why won’t it stop?

Why can’t he stop thinking about it?

He laugh as Spiderman kneels in front of him, a small knife sticking out of his abdomen. The wound bled out, staining the suit a darker shade of red than it was. “You had potential, you really did.” He says, slowly advancing towards his crouched form. “Too bad you just weren’t good enough.”

He laughs again as he points to Aunt May’s body, resting on a stone a little bit away. Her skin was pale, her jewelry covered in dirt, and her clothes stained an ugly combination of red and brown. He kneels next to Spider-Man’s form, his hand gently resting on the knife in his abdomen, disrupting the patterns of the suit.

He grips the hilt of the blade, holding tightly. He speaks softly as he slowly pushes the blade farther into his abdomen, his other hand covering his mouth. His hand muffled his cries of pain,” I mean, you certainly weren’t good enough to save poor Aunt May. And your partner, too..” [V/N] smirks as he twists the blade to the right, Peter's body trembling in his hold.

“Their screams were so pretty.. too bad they didn’t last very long.” Peter's eyes widened at the mention of you, his eyes glazed over with tears. “They squirmed a lot.. almost had to knock them out.” [V/N] removes the hand covering Peter's mouth, moving both hands to the blade. “You.. you sick bastard!”

“Oh! I’m glad you’ve noticed!” [V/N] laughs as he twists the blade again, this time back to the left. Peter cries out in pain, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth. “What was their name again? [Y/N]?” Peter cries out again as [V/N] mentions your name, tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.

“They felt soo good! And their cries… oh their cries. So beautiful..” The tears fall freely down Peter's face as [V/N] spoke of the foul things he did. “Hey,” [V/N] turns to Peter, his hands still on the hilt of the blade. “Have you ever wondered what it felt like to gut someone?”

Peter stops moving, his breath hitching. “I’d always wondered, but I’d never been able to try it out until [Y/N] came along.”

Peter stares at [V/N] in a mix of horror and disbelief. “No..” Peter starts. “Please don’t tell me..” [V/N] smirks as he continues, “Their blood was such a stunning shade of red.. so pretty. They put up quite a bit of a fight. Too bad it was all for nothing.”

Peter cries out in pain, his heart aching and throbbing, the rest of the world seemingly had gone silent. Too silent. [V/N] laughs loudly, abruptly pushing the blade further into Peter's abdomen as the teen cries. “Why won’t you stop..?” The teen cries out, hiccups interrupting his sentence a few times. His voice cracked, tears escaping from his red eyes and down his face.

[V/N] smirks softly as he bends slightly and whispers into Peter's ear. “I won’t stop until I go too far.”

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“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.

“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”

He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?

“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.

He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.

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LET'S FALL IN LOVE FOR THE NIGHT

You knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t - it wasn’t allowed. But oh, was it amazing.

Every touch, every word he spoke, every move he made - it was perfect. He was perfect. He, of course, would never know. You’d never let him. He’d never find out.

(())

You turn to him as you softly speak, almost in a whisper, “Let’s fall in love for the night. Just for tonight. No more, no less.” He then turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “Oh, my love. Tonight is such a short time.”

“I wish it were more.” You say as his hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek.

You then slowly kiss him, your lips pressing against his own. Your head turned only slightly, his hand on your cheek, your lips on his - it was all so overwhelming. It made you feel as if everything was alright. ‘What a change.’ You pull away, the feeling of his lips on yours seeming to linger.

“Why can’t every day be like this?” You ask, looking at him for a brief second before staring off into the sky full of shining stars as you grip his hand. “Because time doesn’t wait for us, my love. Time is brutal - it’s what we always wish we had more of. The more time we have, the more greedy we become.”

“Time doesn’t stop just because we’d like it to. And I’m afraid now isn’t our time.” He then lets go of your hand and stands up, brushing off his trousers. You grab onto your shirt tightly as you watch him walk away from you. You stare at him longingly, wishing you could’ve had more time.

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You watch as he stands at the altar, awaiting his lovely bride. You sit in the front row, your heart seeming to break with every interaction he has with the bride. You can’t bear it - it hurts. It hurts so much, you feel suffocated.

You watch as they speak their vows and ‘I do’s’, tightly clenching your hands together, half moons being pressed in your skin from your nails. You then sigh, as you watch them kiss - officially sealing their love, their marriage. “I guess we did fall in love for that night.”

I'm always here for the one I love (Peter Parker x GN reader comfort)

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Synopsis: You were doing homeworks, it was just not of the plan of your anxiety but Peter is here to help you

TW: Anxiety, Panic attack, crying, intrusive thoughts, angst, hurt/comfort

Peter being the perfect boyfriend <3

Notes: I know it's hard but remember you are loved and you're all beautiful person <3 take break and drink water :)

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Today was literaly shit. Everything was to much and it came crashing on you after dinner

You were just doing some homeworks for the weekend, that you could see your boyfriend, when some of it start to be more complicated. It was the evening and you were still doing it, alone in your room with just your overworked brain and overwhelmed mind. One of them give you a hard time to do it, the information rotated in your brain but you can't find the answer and it was the crack for your head.

Your vision start to blur and you know that you were crying. Hot tears rolling down your cheeks, hands on your mouth to try stopping the sob to come out and your breath were not normal. You try to calm down but it was not what your mind want when anxiety start to pops in your head and panic runs in your trembling body. You sobs finally come out and you were now a crying mess on your desk'chair.

Your intrusive thoughts invaded you that you didn't hear you phone ring's.

One time...Two time... but still you didn't realise. At the third time, a beep ring at the end and a vocal was heard

Hey Bug ! It's the third time I call you ? Are you okay ?....Ah yes ! I forgot you have an exam next week you're maybe studying, well don't forget to take a break and drink water, you're the best and you can do it ! I See you tomorrow or maybe tonight if I can pass by you without disturbing your work ! I love you bug !

With a lot of difficulties, you did recognised the voice of your lover: Peter Parker and your trembling hands takes the phone. You sight was still blurry and your digits were shaking but you start scrolling on your contact to find his. You hope that it's the right number when you press the call's button

Immediately Peter respond to it and you try to talk, key's word "try"

Bug ?

Your mouth was open but not a single sound come out

Are you okay ?

You let out a sob and with a cracking voice a little "...Pe-te" come out

Love !

"I-I can't"

(Y/N) what's happening ? Talk to me please.

"It's h-hard to...b-breath."

Oh god...Okay bug, try to study your breath okay ? In...and out...In...and out...

You try to do what Peter told you but you anxiety took the best of you and it was still hard for you to calm yourself just a little bit

(Y/N), I'm here okay, stay on the phone with me, I'm coming as fast I can do, you're doing great.

And now you were waiting for Peter who's on the phone praising you and trying to calm you.

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A few minutes later

A knock was heard in your window and with no time, Peter open it and enter in your room and immediately find you in front of your desk and watch you with a pained expression. Slowly he approached your trembling frame, turn your chair and face you with a smile. You don't see him right in time with your hand on your face and you watering eyes but you feel his hand takes yours and put them on your lap. Peter smiled at you but with lightly worried eyes when he heard your ragged breath and start rubbing his thumb on yours to try to calm you. You and the other hand, keep your head low and you didn't want for Peter to see your sobbing and panicking face

Peter: Hey Bug. Might look at me ? I mean I know I'm handsome and all but I looove when I see your magnificent eyes.

You eyes widden a little at his sentence and your lift you head to finally see your boyfriend with a goofy but honest smile.

Peter: Hello there my pretty human. I think it's not the best place to cry isn't it ? Bed is better don't you think?

The soft smile he made went directly in your heart and you can't help it but start sobbing more and let more tears come out from your eyes.

Peter know you and your anxiety so he did what he knows the best: comforting you and making the bad thoughs go away. He slowly wrapped his arms around your shaking body and pulls you on his chest, hands playing with your hair and he rub small circles on your back. Peter went with you on your bed, more precisely him on the bed and you sitting on his laps, placing you both in a comfortable position.

Peter takes one of your hand and lead it in his chest, on his beating heart.

Peter: Try to study your breath Love, everything's okay, I'm here with you so In...and out...

His voice was smooth and the sound of his heartbeat was a very good thing for you to follow. You were still crying but with the help of your boyfriend, you start to calm down and feel your anxiety go away. The whole time, Peter was praised you with "I'm proud of you" or "I'm here, you're doing a great job" and comforting you with his famous jokes and word of affirmation and adoration. When he heard your breath was normal and just sob was let out, Peter hold you close and his grip tighten around you and he press a kiss on your forehead.

Peter: Do you feel better?

You don't trust your voice so you jus nod and snuggle more into Peter's neck. With all the emotion, you were literaly tired, when was the time when you sleep well ? You didn't care because of Peter's warming body which is very relaxing and his smooth scent, your body stop trying to stay awake and slowly start falling asleep. He kiss your forehead, then your cheeks and peck your lips with the cutest smile he ever had.

Peter: I love you so much bug. I know it's hard sometime when everythings is down and you think you can't do anything but it's not the truth. You already made so much effort and amazing things, I'm so proud of you, I love you more than anything and I'm always here for you Love, you're stuck with me now

He made a beautiful smile and with the best you could, you smile at him in return.

(Y/N): I-I love y-you too Pete, thank y-you.

Peter: No problem, I'm always here for the one I love.

In the end of his sentence, you body gave in and you're now sleeping. Carefully to not wake up you, Peter lay down on the bed and place you on the other side. Still engulfed in his arms, Peter spoon you and pull your body close to his, he lightly kiss your hair and rub your waist with all the love he felt for you.

Peter: Goodnight Bug, sleep well.

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The morning

You woke up with the smell of hot chocolate and pancakes and when you open your eyes, you find Peter doing something on your desk and the where come from the good scent of food. Peter see you awake and smile at you.

Peter: Good morning Love.

(Y/N): Good morning Spidey.

Peter: I made breakfast for you and I finished your homeworks, if you want, when you're ready, I'll explain how to do it. But not now because you need to eat, drink water and rest.

(Y/N): Okay but first join me because I want to cuddle with you.

Peter: How can I refuse to my beautiful partner ? I'm coming bug.

And in no time, Peter's arms are around you and both of your body are so close that you can feel the warmth of your respective body.

Peter: I kiss love kiss you (Y/N) (L/N).

(Y/N): I love you more Peter Parker.

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And that's the end.

Hope you will like it and remember english is not my first language :)

Thank you so much for liking my first story too.