#*peter blurbs

[mendespideys]

Can you please write a blurb with #5 and #10 from the angst list with Peter Parker ??? I want all the angsty feels

5. “Wake up! Please wake up.”

10. “Do you even still love me?”

i wasn’t entirely sure how to write this and then this happened, so yeahh. might not be what you wanted, but i hope you like it anyway haha. it’s angsty, y’all

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“wake up! please, wake up.” 

peter’s words were desperate, he knew it. it was a plead he had repeated time and time again as he sat by your hospital bed. he wanted to believe that you looked peaceful, but he couldn’t see it. all he could see was how your face had contorted with pain when it had happened; a look of desperation in your eyes as you reached out for him before crumbling to the ground. he couldn’t hear the steady rhythm of the machines you were attached to; all he could hear was your shrill cry when you had called out his name. no matter how much he willed the memories away, he wasn’t able to forget. 

it was beginning (well, actually, it had been for a while) to take a toll on him. his grades were dropping faster than flies and may was constantly commenting on the bags under his eyes. he dismissed her every time, reassuring his aunt that he was fine - reassuring himself that he was fine. for a moment, at least. peter knew he wasn’t fine. ned knew. may definitely knew. even mj knew. but the couldn’t shake the constant cloud of guilt and anguish following him wherever he went. after all, it was his fault you were lying there. he knew it was. 

he had tried, he really had. to save you, that is. every hair on his body had been standing up, telling him something was terribly wrong, but he had been too engulfed in his conversation with ned to respond to the tell-tale immediately. a few moments later, the crack of a gunshot had sounded. it was so loud that his first instinct was to slap his hands over his ears, positive his eardrums had ruptured. he had turned around to check on you and that’s when he realized it. his senses had been telling him that danger was coming - that you were in danger - and he had ignored. 

peter shook his head, trying to erase the haunting image of you falling to the ground while clutching your abdomen. it was a memory he saw every night when it woke him up in the middle of the night, his strained voice crying out for you. may had stopped coming to his room to check on him after the fifth night, knowing he would be inconsolable. peter loved his aunt more than anything but there was nothing she was able to do to help him. he needed you. 

“do you even still love me?” he croaks out a bitter laugh. “of course, you don’t it’s my fault you’re here. i-i should’ve looked up sooner. i didn’t- i’m so sorry i didn’t stop him, y/n.” 

he wiped at the tears escaping his eyes angrily. why was his body betraying him like this? he didn’t want to cry; he had cried enough. he shouldn’t be allowed to cry. he was the one that you put you there. he didn’t react fast enough. he hadn’t listened to his body, determined to be a normal teenager for a day. he was the reason you had been shot. he was the reason your future was still uncertain; still hanging by a thin web. 

he scoffs at himself. he was pathetic. you deserved more - so much more. you were young, you basically had your entire life ahead of you, and peter’s careless actions had quite possibly ruined those chances. he had been determined to tell you that night. that’s why he was busy whispering with ned; he was trying to explain the game plan and get the desired input from his best friend. he was trying to figure out how to tell you that he wanted more. he was trying to tell plan how to tell you that he loved you. 

“i’ll be back tomorrow, y/n,” peter whispered, swallowing the ever-growing lump in his throat. he pressed his lips to your forehead, not noticing that it was warmer today than usual. “i love you.”

and he hoped you heard him. he hoped you would wake up soon so he could tell you in person. he hoped you loved him back. 

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[mendespideys]

peter + #7 angst please!!!

pairing: reader x peter parker 

prompt: “don’t you ever do that again!”

a/n: i really need to step up my angst game, y’all, but i tried 🤷🏻‍♀️also, this is way longer than expected. oops

“incoming up ahead,” natasha informs through the shared com system and you can tell by the slight strain in her voice that she’s in the midst of taking down one of the rogue agents. 

a few weeks ago, your fellow avengers colleagues had received intel of a fairly recent uprising of yet another hydra base. the required action hadn’t even been a question and so, here you were, fighting alongside them to take down the traitors. too eager to take down the base, there hadn’t been conducted enough research, and you were faced with several more agents than expected. you weren’t complaining, though. you had been apart of the team for a while now, but very rarely were you allowed to come along (”you’re too young, kiddo. can’t have you getting hurt.” “but peter’s allowed!”). it was a neverending discussion and they had finally given in. 

a familiar streak of red and black - a new suit, courtesy of mr. stark - dashes past you, but you’re too preoccupied taking on the solider heading your way to see where peter lands. the middle-aged man charges at you and with a smirk, you snap fingers and disappear. you watch as he comes to a halt, furiously looking around to see figure out where you had gone. effortlessly fishing out the shock pin gifted to you by the one only black widow, you smirk, 

“looking for me?” 

before he has time to whip around, you push the pin into the exposed skin of his neck and as he electricity runs through his veins, he crumbles down to the ground. you step over his immobile body, clapping your hands together like one would to remove dust and debris - for show, of course. 

“things are good on my side,” you announce, heading toward where you had seen peter swing off to while awaiting similar responses from your teammates. 

“i’m impressed, kiddo. well done!” tony’s praise crackles through the earbud snug in your ear and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face. 

“i’ve been telling you for ages that i’m not as useless as you think.” 

“no one said you were useless—” 

“peter? what happened?” the confidence in your voice had evaporated, quickly replacing itself with worry. 

you’re not fully able to comprehend the entirety of the situation but your pace picks up immediately and it doesn’t take long until you’re full-on sprinting toward his general area. your teleportation skills were only helpful when you could imagine the destination and since you didn’t know where peter was, they were useless. the latex-like suit hugging your body suddenly feels suffocating and the way your heart is thumping against your ribcage is almost painful. and you know it’s not from the physical activity. 

your headset fills with shared worrisome responses from your fellow superheroes, none of which belong to peter. you resist the urge to rip the communication system out, your thoughts already jumbled enough. you didn’t need their worry on top of your own; that was bound to be too much. filtering out the instructions of your co-workers, you dash past clint and thor, each with their respective knocked-out hydra agent. as you reach the top of the slight hill, you see him. 

“peter!” 

his head turns in the direction of your shrill cry. he remains on the wet ground, clutching his side tightly and your mind immediately begins creating countless what-if situations. silently praying it’s not nearly as bad as you imagine, you fall to your knees when you reach him. you can hear the labored breathing coming from underneath his mask and you ignore the itch to take it off him. if there was one thing you had learned, it was to never reveal an identity in public. even if you think you’re alone, you’re more than likely not. 

ever so gently, you wrap your hand around his wrist and lift it to inspect the damages. fighting bad guys in new york with knives and guns was one thing, but fighting rogue hydra agents with access to alien technology was another. a gasp escapes you before you have the chance to suppress it and peter attempts to prop himself up on his elbow but quickly gives up. you put his hand back down to put pressure on the wound, keeping your hand firmly on top of his. 

“don’t you ever do that again! i thought you- i thought…” you trail off, even the thought of finishing the sentence unbearable. 

“‘m sorry. he came out of nowhere. i-i got him though,” he chuckles but it sends painful vibrations through his body and you shush him softly, rubbing a comforting hand up and down his arm. 

“alright, we need to get the kid out of here. he needs medical attention. y/n, you need to let me take him to the jet.” 

you hadn’t noticed tony already gathering peter in his arms, your grip on peter’s arm the only thing stopping him from bringing your best friend to safety. reluctantly letting you go, you watch as he takes off toward the awaiting getaway vehicle. you’re about to follow them when a groan interrupts you. your head whips toward the man webbed to a nearby tree and you immediately place the puzzle pieces together. you walk toward him, ignoring steve’s warnings in your ear, and narrow your eyes at the redhead. 

“this is for my friend,” you spit, letting your fist collide with the side of his jaw. an ache immediately spreads throughout your knuckles, which you ignore. “and this—” you lift your leg up and kick, watching amusedly as the guy cries out. “is for me.”

a moment later, you appear behind clint in the jet, steve already firing up the engine. pushing past the sharpshooter, you kneel down on the floor next to peter. swallowing, you gingerly slip off his mask, pretending not to notice the dried tears underneath his eyes. it is obvious he’s in pain and you suddenly wish your powers involved healing and not teleportation. you run a hand through his hair that had been slicked back from wearing his mask for so long. 

“please,” you whisper, hoping the crack in your voice isn’t as noticeable to them as you. “please, don’t do that again. i can’t lose you, pete.” 

“i-if i didn’t know better,” his voice is raspy and he swallows thickly before continuing. “i’d say- say you love me.” 

you chuckle, knowing the pain medicine bruce had given him was undoubtedly kicking in. bringing your hand up to wipe at the tears escaping your eyes, you wince as your bruised knuckles touch your cheek. despite the pain and his delirious state, peter notices. 

“hey, you’re hurt,” his voice comes out as an innocent whisper. 

“don’t worry about it,” you dismiss quickly. “you should get some sleep. we’ll have you back to the compound and fixed up in no time.” 

although you’re not very convincing, peter agrees and succumbs to the exhaustion taking over his body. you sit by him the entire time, ignoring your aching knees and throbbing hand. his fingers are still intertwined with yours and you don’t dare to move them. you don’t want to, either. his hand in yours feels nice; you know it’s a feeling you easily could get used to. 

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[mendespideys]

request: peter and reader go for a walk and then reader trips over a chopstick

you guys, i- whatever u want, i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

“shit!” peter exclaims as you lose your balance, his arms instinctively reaching out for you. 

his secure grip helps steady your body immediately and for once in a blue moon, you are grateful for your boyfriend’s inhuman powers. peter’s familiar scent enter your nose as he hugs you close to his chest. the two of you remain quiet for a moment as you attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. sure, you wouldn’t have gotten seriously injured, but it had been scary nonetheless. 

“are you okay?” peter’s voice drips with concern as he extends his arms to be able to look at you. 

you nod. “y-yeah. i just tripped,” you look over to inspect what had caused the near-fall in the first place. “over a fucking chopstick. wow. i really am the clumsiest person alive, huh?” 

when peter realizes, he has to bite his bottom lip to refrain from smiling. you know him too well, though, and swat at his chest with the back of your hand. a grin spreads across his lips, dancing around playfully, and it’s so innocent that you can’t help but smile, too. you start laughing first and when peter hears it, it’s like it’s a green light and he lets out the laugh he had been swallowing. 

you can feel the curious (and judging) stares of the other park visitors, but you could care less. peter’s contagious laughter mixes with your own and it’s even harder to compose yourself. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and the two of you stumble over to the fountain, plopping down on the concrete edge. 

peter’s finally able to hiccup out a few words. “y-your clumsiness makes you ten times cuter. besides, it gives me the opportunity to save you all the time.”

you hum. “my superhero.”

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