imagine being a super huge fan of Loki in a world without him. But one day, when you wake up from your sleep, you find yourself in an unfamiliar place. You find out that while your physical appearance and name is the same, but that this world is the marvel world.
The first thing you do after getting used to things? You use every method you can to see Loki.
And when you do see him? You give an utterly fangirl scream and fawn over him with eyes shining brightly.
prompt: You beg Peter to be more careful when he’s being Spider-Man, which leads to an unwanted argument
pairing: peter x fem!reader
Warnings: angst, but fluff
A/N: this is my first Peter Parker imagine and yeah, it’s just short and cute
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You couldn't stand the gazes some of the other pupils threw at you. You were filled with sadness, wasn't that enough?
To say people were staring at you was exaggerated, they were simply glancing your way, examining you, wondering why you weren't with your boyfriend, as usual. They wondered why he didn't clung to your hand as if it was the only thing keeping him alive, they wondered why you weren't constantly by his side, placing tender kisses onto his skin. They were wondering why you weren't acting as usual.
You closed your eyes as you remembered yet again two nights ago, where the two of you had fought.
"Peter, please, I'm just asking you to take more care of yourself.", you pleaded. You knew of his alter ego, how much trouble he was getting into and how hurt he got in the process. You were his girlfriend, why wouldn't you be worried about him?
This night was no different to the other nights you had waited in his bedroom for him to return; safe and sound. Once you had heard the familiar rattling of his window being opened, you got up from under the warm blanket you had cuddled yourself into on his bed. "You okay, baby?", you had asked, concern lacing you delicate, quiet voice.
He had winced as he approached you and had nearly collapsed into your arms. You had lay him down onto his bed and had taken off his suit. You had taken care of his wounds as usual, but this time, something changed. You didn't know whether it was the depth of his wounds or you finally realising that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you suddenly couldn't stand the danger he put himself into anymore.
As you had taken care of his wounded body, he had taken your trembling hands into his and had wanted to pull you closer to him, but you weren't going to let another night like this slip your mind. "I can't keep doing this, Peter.", you had quietly admitted. He had looked up to you, worry glistening in his eyes.
"What do you mean?", he asked as quietly as you had done. "I can't-", you had begun. "I can't keep watching you get hurt, Peter. I love you so much, you know this. You're my whole world. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.", you admitted to him. "If I don't get hurt, others will. Others who can't heal like I can, maybe others who can never do anything ever again.", he said, way too sternly for your liking.
"Baby, you're fifteen. You can't carry the whole world on your shoulders the whole time.", you said softly, caressing his cheek with the touch of your hand. He took your hand into his. "Are you asking me to give up Spider-Man?", he asked even quieter, letting go of your hand. "No,", you told him. "No,baby. Peter, please I’m just asking you to take more care of yourself. I can't keep watching you get hurt-", you took a deep breath. "I can't keep watching how you slowly break under all this pressure. I can't -", but you never ended that sentence.
"You can't keep being my girlfriend because you worry so much?", he asked tenderly. You looked at the floor before meeting his gaze again, slowly shaking your head. "Then maybe we shouldn't be together.", he said simply. A coldness evident in his voice that you had never heard before.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your insides seemed to be turned around, your heart stopped beating for a single second before it began beating furiously. "This- You don't mean this, right, Peter?", you asked, your breathing speeding up. "Tell me you don't mean it, Peter!", you demanded, your voice had gotten louder.
Peter said nothing, he didn't even glance at you. That was enough of a response. "Five minutes ago I told you you're my world, that I couldn't live without you and now you're telling me you don't want this anymore? You're telling me other than to just take a little more care, you’d give us up?", you asked, your voice cracking, tears spilling from your eyes. He kept being quiet.
"Fine.", you finally broke out and turned to leave his room. Outside, you let out a loud sob, knowing May must have heard you by now, but you didn't care. You left the apartment and called your sister to pick you up. So this was it, this was how you lost the love of your life.
Right now, tears started to fill your eyes once again, but you wouldn't let them fall. Not here. Not where everyone could see you, including him. You had thought he would have called you the next day, telling you he didn’t mean any of what he’d said. But he didn’t, which left you devastated. You had considered not coming to school today, but you were too strong to do that.
You quickly wiped away a few tears that had escaped your eyes. You turned to your right to shield yourself from glances others were giving you, but you were met with the face you had planned on avoiding; Peter.
His gaze immediately landed on your face and he examined your puffy eyes and cheeks, as well as the tears you so desperately wanted to wipe away.
You noticed his eyes were swollen as well. You looked at each other with sadness filling your eyes. And suddenly, the two of you almost ran into each other’s arms.
His trained body collided with yours, your arms instantly tangling in his neck while his secured around your waist. You cried into his neck and he cried into yours, neither of you wanting to let go.
Your body even shook with the sobs escaping your mouth and Peter tried to calm you down by rubbing his hands slowly up and down your back. You wanted to talk to him, you just didn’t dare. After all, he had broken up with you. After a few minutes of standing together in the middle of the hallway, he slowly pulled away.
You prayed you wouldn’t start crying again, but you thought that this was the last time you’d ever get a hug from him.
“Y/N,”, Peter quietly whispered, but you avoided his gaze at all costs. “Y/N, please look at me darling,”, he pleaded again. He took your face softly into his hands. You finally looked at him. You were close to him, your foreheads almost touching and you could see tears shimmering in his eyes.
“Listen to me, princess,”, he started in a low voice and your nickname made you smile as you nodded. “You are my life, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world and I hoped I could keep you safe when I’d end things with you. But I realised, as safe as you may be, I can’t live without you,”, he said, still holding your gaze.
“I tried not to think about you but I just craved your presence every second. Y/N, you don’t know how truly sorry I am that I made you so sad, but believe me, I just wanted to protect you. I wanted to give you the chance to find someone who doesn’t have another identity but the thought of you and another boy makes me sick. Please, Y/N, give me another chance and I’ll swear I’ll never let go of you again.”, he pleaded, a tear now rolling down the soft skin of his cheek.
You lifted your hand and wiped his tear away with your thumb, your hand caressing his cheek as he leaned into your touch.
“Of course, Peter. How could I ever love someone other than you?”, you smiled and caressed the hair at the back of his neck. You hesitantly stood on your tip toes and pulled him into you by his neck.
His slightly chapped lips brushed against yours before they melted into one. He pulled you into his body and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”, you mumbled into the kiss, not really wanting to break the kiss just yet.
“I love you more.”, he mumbled back, making you smile against his lips.
Based on the request: Can you do and tom holland peter kind of like the scene in the amazing Spider-Man where they're on the bridge and the car is on fire falls off the bridge and peter has to save the reader inside. That's probably confusing. Sorry.
Requested by @kawaiitickles
synopsis: In a moment of life or death, a girl meets someone special who saves her life.
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a/n: I’m not very satisfied with how this turned out but I hope you all don’t hate it as much as i do :-) I also feel like this may be sort of OOC for Peter Parker? IDk he’s sort of like less shy in this and has a bit more confidence??? whatevs. Also i used a gif from the Amazing Spider-man because that’s where this scene is originally from. OK BYE HOPE U ENJOY LEAVE FEEDBACK PLS
You mindlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed in the back of your taxi as the driver sped along the bridge on your way back home from your debate club meeting at school. Normally you would’ve driven home, but your car was in the shop due to the fact that it was approximately a billion years old.
Suddenly you gasped at the feeling of nearly being completely winded by your seatbelt as it caught you from being thrown into the passenger seat in front of you as the taxi lurched and then was suddenly pushed into the side of the large bridge, the metal of the railing crackling as it began to bend. You looked up and around you in a panic, wondering what the fuck was going on.
Hearing the click of the door lock, you glanced over at your taxi driver in horror as he locked the doors to the car after climbing out and leaving you inside. He ran off and you lost sight of him almost immediately.
Looking at the sides of the car, you realized that you were blocked in on both sides by the guard rail of the bridge and by other cars. In the distance you heard a horrific roar, your eyes widening in fear as you tried the door handle helplessly, knowing it wouldn't do anything.
As the car was once again shoved into the guard rail, you let out a yelp and clapped a hand over your mouth as the guard rail screeched against the side of the taxi and broke. You were too horrified to even think about crying, and you felt as if you were paralyzed. You could hardly hear the chaos outside the windows due to the incessant ringing in your ears.
As the car you were trapped in inched farther and farther off the bridge, you contemplated a less painful death by simply opening your door and jumping down into the ocean below. Would that be better than burning in a fiery car wreck and then drowning? Probably.
Before you could make your decision, the car was falling backwards down towards the water. Shit. As you squeezed your eyes shut and tried your best to anticipate your crash landing, you heard a soft thwip and you suddenly realize that you’re no longer shooting down to your death. The impact of the car stopping mid-fall was hard enough to shatter the windshield and windows, and you covered your face as shards of glass fell on and around you.
This moment was when you began to cry. You sobbed hard into your hands, wondering how the hell you were ever going to get out.
“Hey,” you heard a soft voice, but convinced yourself you were most likely imagining it. God knows you were hysterical, who knew what your brain would come up with in a traumatic time like this. “Hey.” The mysterious voice spoke again, louder this time, and you looked up with tear-filled eyes of confusion. Hovering above you on the hood of the car was none other than the infamous Spider-Man.
“I- Hi?” You said shakily, watching him with wide eyes.
“You’re going to be okay.” Spider-Man told you firmly, although you didn’t have a whole lot of faith in his words. You were hanging precariously from a bridge by a spider thread in a car that was sure to catch on fire sometime in the near future.
In order to humour the spiderling, you nodded.
“Okay.”
“I need you to listen to me, okay?”
You nodded again.
“I need you to unbuckle your seatbelt. I’m going to get you to climb through the car to me, okay?”
“Is that- is that even safe?” You asked incredulously. Climb up through the car into his arms?
“Not exactly,” he chuckled. “but neither is falling in a burning car to your death, is it?”
You looked up at him, surprised by the witty comeback. Reluctantly, you unbuckled your seatbelt. Spider-Man nodded.
“Atta girl. Come on, just climb up to me, okay? Nice and slow.”
Grabbing onto the seat in front of you, you slowly pulled yourself up towards Spider-Man’s outstretched hand. As you reached out to grab onto it, the car creaked as flames broke out from the back and began to engulf it. You gasped, looking up at the masked hero in fear. He nodded, his body language remaining surprisingly calm as you felt more panic consuming you.
“I can’t do it,” you cried, gripping onto the seat with white knuckles.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Spider-Man cooed. “Look at me.” You looked up at him again, tears streaking down your cheeks and wishing more than anything that you could actually see his face. As if reading your mind, Spider-Man pulled off his mask. “Look. Look. Just a normal guy, okay? We can do this together.”
You stared up in awe at the boy in front of you, surprised at the fact that he looked like he couldn’t be any older than sixteen, just like you. He stared at you, his eyes piercing into yours as if trying to transfer his strength to you.
You continued to pull yourself up, the heat from the fire climbing behind you nipping at your heels. Suddenly the thinning strand of spiderweb holding you up snapped, and the car began its fast descent to the water once again. You screamed in shock as Spider-Man suddenly shot a web down to you, connecting it to the middle of your t-shirt.
“Grab on!” He yelled, hanging from a web attached to the bridge above you. You grabbed onto the thick web as Spider-Man pulled you back up until he was hanging on tightly to your waist and taking you back up to the bridge.
You gripped onto his shoulders, holding his mask in one of your hands. You watched his face as he held onto you, swinging through New York as you murmured occasional directions back to your apartment. As you both landed safely on the roof of your building, you looked up at him in awe.
“I- you saved my life.” You croaked. “Thank you, Spider-Man.”
He looked down at you with a soft smile, and reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks with his gloved hand.
“It’s... Peter, actually. Parker. Peter Parker.”
“I’m Y/N.” You responded. “Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”
Peter chuckled lowly and began to loosen his grip on your waist. You pulled him back to you, hugging him tightly against you and burying your face in his neck.
“No. Please. Not yet.”
You felt Peter nod and slip his arms back around you, rocking you slowly and humming under his breath.
“Don’t worry,” he said quietly as you eventually pulled away. “We’ll see each other again.”
You smiled widely, reaching up and carefully pulling his mask back over his face.
“I look forward to it, Peter.”
Your cheeks flushed hot red as Peter pulled his mask slightly above his lips and pressed a long, soft kiss to your cheek. Before you could say anything to him, he was swinging off again into the sunset.
You pressed your fingers gingerly to the spot he had kissed so tenderly and you could still feel his lips.
You smiled to yourself as you walked back into your apartment building, revelling in the though of seeing him again.
