Save Me (Peter Parker X Reader)

Save Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter Parker has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, so you were able to tell when he started acting very distant from you; not answering your texts, blowing off plans, not inviting you to hang outs with Ned. You planned to confront him - but then something horrible happened.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swears, angst??

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You walked into school with MJ, your backpack slung over your shoulder. Homecoming posters were plastered on every wall, but every time you looked at one you wanted to tear it down.

Ever since Peter started acting like he didn’t want anything to do with you, you hadn’t been excited about anything. He was your best friend, and you were hoping that maybe he would ask you to be his date to homecoming. Now you doubted he would even ask if you wanted to sit with him at lunch.

“Hey, you okay?” MJ asked. You shook yourself out of your trance and faked a smile.

“Fine.”

Walking into chemistry was the worst part of your morning. Peter sat three rows back, but he was always the first person your eyes went to. He had his head down and he was scribbling something in his notebook. His lab goggles were perched on the top of his head, and his fawn hair was falling in his eyes. You noticed he let it grow longer than usual.

You took your seat next to him. Since lab partners were assigned at the beginning of the year, you weren’t allowed to switch. At the beginning of the year, you were best friends. Now you weren’t so sure.

Peter looked up for a mere second when you sat down, but instantly went back to his scribbling. You had no idea what he was writing or drawing or whatever it was, but you had to force your curious self not to look.

“Hey,” you grumbled. You wanted something, some sort of reaction out of him.

“Hi,” he responded without looking up from his notebook.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Writing.”

You rolled your eyes. The bell rang and your teacher entered the room and began lecturing. You tried your hardest to focus, but Peter’s scribbling continued well into class. You had no idea how he could not pay attention at all, and then get called on and know the answer.

It made you beyond annoyed.

The ringing of the bell at the end of class lifted every amount of tension off your shoulders. You grabbed your bag, without saying a word to Peter and scurried out of class.

He didn’t say a word.

Peter hadn’t spoken to you, not even a text, since you forced a “Hi” out of him in chemistry on Monday. It was now Wednesday, and you stopped going to the cafeteria to eat lunch. It hurt too much to see him and not talk to him.

You didn’t know what you could have possibly done to upset him so badly. You tried talking to Ned about it, to see if he knew why Peter didn’t want to be your friend anymore, but Ned didn’t an answer either.

Peter had always been your person. He was always there whenever you needed him, and you were always there whenever he needed you. You two were inseparable. You spent your afternoons at his apartment and he’d stop by yours to walk with you to school.

The walks to school stopped about a month ago.

Texts became less frequent, and soon he stopped saying hi to you at your locker after first period, when you had overlapping classes.

You shut your locker, more forcibly than you had intended, and looked out at the hallway of students. You spotted Peter with his head down, walking quickly past you. You stared at his back as he walked further away.

You let out a sigh and walked in the opposite direction to your class.

Homecoming was tomorrow and you still didn’t have an outfit. You planned on going shopping with MJ after school to find something to wear, but you didn’t particularly care about what you wore anymore. You didn’t even want to go, and you probably wouldn’t be going if MJ hadn’t convinced you to try.

Besides, Peter was going with Liz. Apparently he had asked her earlier this week.

It made you bitter to think about.

Peter was shoving you out of his life, for what? Liz?

You were sitting with MJ at lunch, on the opposite side of the cafeteria from where Ned and Peter normally sat. MJ coerced you out of the library and to eat with the rest of civilization, much to your protesting.

“(Y/N), you have to eat,” MJ said, pointing to your untouched sandwich.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied.

MJ gave you the glare the one that says, “Eat or I’ll kick your ass.”

You took a nibble of the side of your sandwich and MJ rolled her eyes.

“Why don’t you just go and talk to him?” MJ asked, her tone softer than before. You looked up from your unappetizing sandwich and spotted the back of Peter’s tousled hair.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me,” you mumbled.

MJ sighed and looked at you with a slight frown. She couldn’t even say anything to comfort you because she knew you were right.

It was the end of the school day on Friday and everyone was buzzing with excitement for Homecoming that night. You had picked out an outfit with MJ and you were somewhat excited to wear it. MJ was going to come over to your apartment before the dance and help you get ready, and then you were going to go together.

You were gathering your things at your locker, putting things in your backpack when you spotted Peter talking to Liz across the hall. He said something to her with a smile and then waved goodbye to her. He started walking away, when an anger was lit inside you.

How could he just dump you aside?

You slammed your locker shut and followed him outside of the school.

“Parker!” you spat.

Peter froze at the bottom of the steps. You marched down the steps behind him and grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt, pulling him away from the crowds.

“(Y/N)-”

“Shut up.”

Once you were farther away from the rest of the student body leaving the school for the day, you let go of Peter’s sleeve and glared at him. He stared at the grass, as if it would make you disappear. You wanted him to say something first, to apologize for how he had been treating you, to say that he missed you too, to say something- anything.

He stood there in silence.

“What the hell is your problem?” you finally exclaimed, exasperated by his silence. He remained quiet, shifting the weight on his feet.

“We were best friends, Peter. For God’s sake, you’ve ignored me for the last month, as if I suddenly just wasn’t important to you anymore! Do you know how badly that hurt? How alone I’ve felt? I miss you, Peter. And it breaks my fucking heart to think that you don’t miss me-”

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said stop.” Peter looked up, finally meeting your gaze. His gaze was cold, and it made your stomach twist.

“We can’t be friends anymore, (Y/N).”

You blinked, staring at him. You should have expected coldness from him. It was all you got from him anyways.

“Why?” you said bitterly, through gritted teeth. Tears stung the back of your eyes, threatening to spill over.

Peter looked taken aback, like he didn’t expect you to ask why he was dumping you as a friend. You held up your hand.

“Actually, I don’t want to hear your lame excuse. Don’t ever talk to me again, Parker,” you basically spit. Peter looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. It didn’t matter anyways, you were beyond hurt, and you walked away from your best friend.

“(Y/N), we can still have fun!” MJ pleaded. “I hate these stupid dances, but even I want to go.”

“See, you just said they’re stupid,” you said.

“I know, but we should still go,” MJ said.

“Peter will be there.”

“So? Don’t talk to him.”

You huffed. You were dressed and ready for the dance, but everything in you wanted to stay him and curl up in bed.

“What do I always say?” MJ asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t miss out on your youth cause when you’re old you’ll regret it.”

MJ nodded. “That’s right. So we’re going.”

She nudged you with her elbow, and you smiled weakly.

“Fine.”

The music was loud from outside of the gymnasium. You could hear every beat of the songs playing inside, and you felt your stomach twist in knots. You looked down and smoothed out your outfit before walking with MJ. Once inside, you took in all of the decorations; the balloons, the streamers, the pieces of confetti that seemed to rain down from the ceiling.

“(Y/N)! MJ!” Ned called. You and MJ spotted him standing near a drink table. He was waving happily.

“Hey Ned,” MJ greeted. You smiled softly at him. If Ned was here, that means Peter wouldn’t be far behind.

As if right on schedule, two people appeared at your side.

“Hey guys!” Liz said cheerfully. She looked beautiful in her dress and heels, and her makeup looked as if it were done professionally. Peter stood next to her, looking extremely handsome in his suit and tie, but he refused to even look at you. You didn’t look at him for longer than a second. You wondered if he would take your instructions and never speak to you again. The truth was, you did want him to speak to you, but you were so angry that he would just act like you weren’t his best friend for years.

“Peter, Liz,” MJ greeted. “Nice to see you both.”

“(Y/N), I love your hair!” Liz exclaimed. “Did you get it done?”

“Thanks,” you responded, almost coldly. “MJ did it.”

You could feel Peter’s eyes on you and it was too much for you to handle. He was here, standing next to Liz, no longer your best friend, and you knew that you had a flame for him all this time, that you always suppressed to keep your friendship alive. Look where that got you.

“Excuse me,” you said softly. You stepped away from the group and walked towards the doors. You needed some fresh air.

The door shut behind you, the music still blasting inside. You took a long, shaky breath.

“(Y/N),” a soft voice said behind you. Peter appeared at your side, startling you.

“What do you want?” you hissed.

“I know you’re mad at me, but you don’t have to be rude to Liz, too,” Peter said.

You stared at him in shock. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“You’re joking.”

Peter shook his head. “She hasn’t done anything-”

“Oh my god, you’re serious,” you laughed bitterly. “Stop talking to me, Peter.”

You started walking down the steps, your back to him. You wished he would say something to make you stop, but he didn’t. You heard the door shut, signaling that he went back inside, and that’s when the tears started to flow.

Too bad you didn’t see the guy approaching you from behind.

Peter’s heart had never felt so heavy. He knew he had to make you hate him. It was the only way you would be safe. If any of his enemies found out that he was in love with-

He couldn’t even think the rest of that sentence.

He tried to comfort his conscience with the idea that he was protecting you by acting this way, but he didn’t like the type of person he was becoming. The truth was - he missed you like crazy. He hated saying those words to your face that you could no longer be friends.

He took a shaky breath and smiled at Liz, trying to act like he was at least enjoying the night. He had to fake it.

“Help!” someone screamed suddenly. “Someone help!”

The music stopped almost instantly as MJ came barreling through the doors with tears streaming down her face. “Call 9-1-1!”

Peter rushed over. “MJ, what happened?”

“It’s (Y/N)! I went out to check on her, and-and this man- he knocked her unconscious and-”

MJ didn’t finish her sentence by the time Peter was already running out the door, throwing off his tie.

Part 2 coming soon!

Metallic Limbs and Sweet Cupcakes (mobster!bucky drabble)

Summary: The mobster King holds a valuable secret that none has ever lived to talk about.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: mobster talk, fluff, bakeries, sauve bucky

You’ve only seen the man in the winter. He was hardly ever seen in the summer heat. You thought it was odd, but others didn’t think too much on it. Whenever he was seen in public, he was always flanked with henchmen.

One had been skinny and stout, he almost seemed as though he didn’t actually belong in the alliance, really. Another had jet black hair. Seldom few assumed the pair had been a couple, but nobody had been brave enough to speak the rumors aloud for fear of losing their lives. Another that had been seen around the bunch of thugs was Wanda Maximoff. She was a petite sorta female. She clung to Barnes with desperation most days, but he never seemed to be bothered by it.

You worked in a bakery not too far from one of Barnes’s factories. You often seen Wanda standing around the storefront before she debated heavily on walking inside and ordering her usual coffee; extra cream and sugar with a strawberry. You thought the order was odd, but you n=knew better than to comment on it as she skipped out of the shop and disappeared from your view

The city was normally quiet around this area. Police always swarmed the street, so criminal activity was always low. You enjoyed the ck of violence as you happily served your customers.

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“An anguished question from a Trump supporter: “Why do liberals think Trump supporters are stupid?” The serious answer: Here’s what we really think about Trump supporters - the rich, the poor, the malignant and the innocently well-meaning, the ones who think and the ones who don’t… That when you saw a man who had owned a fraudulent University, intent on scamming poor people, you thought “Fine.” That when you saw a man who had made it his business practice to stiff his creditors, you said, “Okay.” That when you heard him proudly brag about his own history of sexual abuse, you said, “No problem.” That when he made up stories about seeing muslim-Americans in the thousands cheering the destruction of the World Trade Center, you said, “Not an issue.” That when you saw him brag that he could shoot a man on Fifth Avenue and you wouldn’t care, you chirped, “He sure knows me.” That when you heard him illustrate his own character by telling that cute story about the elderly guest bleeding on the floor at his country club, the story about how he turned his back and how it was all an imposition on him, you said, “That’s cool!” That when you saw him mock the disabled, you thought it was the funniest thing you ever saw. That when you heard him brag that he doesn’t read books, you said, “Well, who has time?” That when the Central Park Five were compensated as innocent men convicted of a crime they didn’t commit, and he angrily said that they should still be in prison, you said, “That makes sense.” That when you heard him tell his supporters to beat up protesters and that he would hire attorneys, you thought, “Yes!” That when you heard him tell one rally to confiscate a man’s coat before throwing him out into the freezing cold, you said, “What a great guy!” That you have watched the parade of neo-Nazis and white supremacists with whom he curries favor, while refusing to condemn outright Nazis, and you have said, “Thumbs up!” That you hear him unable to talk to foreign dignitaries without insulting their countries and demanding that they praise his electoral win, you said, “That’s the way I want my President to be.” That you have watched him remove expertise from all layers of government in favor of people who make money off of eliminating protections in the industries they’re supposed to be regulating and you have said, “What a genius!” That you have heard him continue to profit from his businesses, in part by leveraging his position as President, to the point of overcharging the Secret Service for space in the properties he owns, and you have said, “That’s smart!” That you have heard him say that it was difficult to help Puerto Rico because it was the middle of water and you have said, “That makes sense.” That you have seen him start fights with every country from Canada to New Zealand while praising Russia and quote, “falling in love” with the dictator of North Korea, and you have said, “That’s statesmanship!” That Trump separated children from their families and put them in cages, managed to lose track of 1500 kids. has opened a tent city incarceration camp in the desert in Texas - he explains that they’re just “animals” - and you say, “well, ok then.” That you have witnessed all the thousand and one other manifestations of corruption and low moral character and outright animalistic rudeness and contempt for you, the working American voter, and you still show up grinning and wearing your MAGA hats and threatening to beat up anybody who says otherwise. What you don’t get, Trump supporters in 2018, is that succumbing to frustration and thinking of you as stupid may be wrong and unhelpful, but it’s also…hear me…charitable. Because if you’re NOT stupid, we must turn to other explanations, and most of them are *less* flattering.”

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Adam-Troy Castro (via darkarfs)

There is a version of this going around that is stolen and edited. I think this is the correct version, as written by the actual author. It first appeared on his Facebook page here.

(via thisdancingheart)

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4 years ago

There Was An Idea, Called The Avengers Initiative. The Idea Was To Bring Together A Group Of Remarkable

There was an idea, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to to fight the battles we never could. MARVEL 2008-2020

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7 years ago

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7 years ago

The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.

Johnathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via wordsnquotes)

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6 years ago

No Chance, No Way

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 701

As requested by @keepalydsonit :Hi! Is it possible for you to do the song request for Bucky with the song, “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from Hercules? Thank you!!! Love your blog!

You’ve had bad luck with guys. You had bad luck picking guys. You somehow ended up with the cheaters, liars, abusers, and perverts. You just were too nice and trusting. They took advantage of that. After your last relationship, you refused to fall for anyone else. You couldn’t and wouldn’t admit that you were in love. Especially because you were in love with Bucky Barnes. All of the Avengers knew how you felt for him. They constantly got on you about it.

“Who are you kidding yourself, Y/N? He’s everything to you. He’s like your earth and heaven.” Wanda said teasingly. You rolled your eyes at her.

Natasha smirked, “Yeah, Y/N. And honey, we can all see right through you. Except for Barnes, of course. You don’t conceal it very well. I mean, every time he’s around, you get all bubbly and happy."

Wanda nodded, "We all know how you’re feeling and who you’re thinking of.”

You shook your head, “Nope! There’s no chance or way for you to get me to say it!”

Natasha and Wanda chuckle. Wanda speaks up, “Every time you see him you’re swooning and sighing! Why are you denying it?”

“Because it’s so cliche! I won’t say I’m in love. Not again.” You walked away from the two women before they can badger you more about a certain someone.

As you walked up to your room you tried to reason with yourself. You thought your heart learned its lesson. When you first get involved with someone, but then things turn south. You need to get a hold of yourself unless you’re so willing to cry your eyes out.

You were too in your head that you didn’t see Bucky standing there and you bumped into him. You looked up and he was grinning at you, “Hey, doll.”

Your face suddenly lit up, “Hey, Buck! What’s up?”

He shrugged, “I was, uh, thinking about going out for a walk in park. You wanna join me?”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just change and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

He nodded, “Yeah, see ya in a bit.” He winked at you and you felt like you were going to faint.

You continued to walk to your room and then you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned to see Tony standing there with a stupid smirk on his face, “What do you want, Stark?”

He rolled his eyes, “Y/N, hon, as soon as your eyes laid on Barnes, you hit the ceiling. When are you gonna be a grown up and own up to how bad you have it for Terminator? ‘Cause, kid, you got it bad.”

You groaned, “Ugh! Not you too! I’m gonna tell you what I told Nat and Wanda, there is no chance, no way I’m saying it. I won’t say it!”

Nat and Wanda rounded the corner and stood on both side os Tony. Nat put her arm on Tony’s shoulder leaning against him a little, “I told you. She won’t say it. She’s in denial!”

You threw your arms in the air, “Get off my case! I won’t say it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to enjoy a nice stroll in the park.”

Tony waved you off, “Yeah, yeah. Go enjoy your time with Barnes and not fall more in love with him!” You stuck your tongue out to the giggling three and walked to your room to change.

After you changed and met Bucky in the HQ lobby, you two made your way to the park. It was a nice day out. The sun was shining, there was a nice breeze in the air, white puffy clouds littered the sky, everything felt so perfect.

You and Bucky talked about anything and everything: your childhood, where you’d love to travel, your favorite memories, etc. Your heart swelled as Bucky talked animatedly about the trouble he and Steve got into when they were in high school. The way his eyes lit up when he spoke. The way he chuckled to himself and smiled when he remembered something funny. You knew then, that you truly did love him, but you would never say it out loud.

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7 years ago

My family is not very religious most of the time. We pray at Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving dinners, and my mom’s entire side of the family excluding her parents and siblings is hardcore religious so whenever we do anything with them it’s kind of religious.

But the point is, most of the time we aren’t, but every year at Christmas time, a church in the next town over puts on a Bethlehem and it’s kind of a tradition to go. They go all out. The building is massive, and they’ve got it all decked out. There’s animals and stalls and everyone is in costume and in character. When you get there, they give you some pennies and you can go and barter for cool little trinkets, and there’s other more expensive things you can buy with your own money. And they have the best apple cider. All in all, it’s pretty cool.

But anyway. We go every year, bundled up in hats and scarves and mittens, and have a good time. We’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, and my mom talks about going when she was a kid.

I’m going to mention again that everyone is massively in character, especially the really super hardcore religious adults. Because this is an important fact.

Every year since I was about thirteen or so, there’s been this one lady who worked at a stall selling ponchos (I have, like, three. They’re really cool). She was probably there before that, but I was thirteen when she started trying to barter for me to marry her son, who was also about thirteen.

“What a pretty little thing. I think you’d make a very good wife for my son. These are your parents? I’ll give you six goats for your daughter’s marriage to my son.”

Her son, meanwhile, is in the “shop” behind her looking absolutely mortified and like he’d rather be anywhere else than there, and I’m pretty sure I probably looked just as embarrassed.

My parents gave her some sort of excuse, like it wasn’t enough goats or they weren’t ready to marry me off yet or something, and we moved on.

The next year we’re back again, and come up near to the same stall.

“Ah! You’re back again! Have you married your daughter off yet? I can up my offer to nine goats and three chickens for your daughter to marry my son.”

Somehow she remembered the exact people she’d tried to buy their daughter off of for an entire year? So my parents are refusing her offers again and me and the son are trading embarrassed looks and we go on our way.

And then it happens again. And again. And again. Each and every one of the last six years this lady has tried to buy me in goats to be her son’s wife.

A couple years ago when we were waiting in line to get inside my mom jokingly said that they should accept this year and see what she’d do and I completely refused because it was mortifying enough as it was.

One year we brought my friend with us and we’re waiting outside and my sister was like “Are you gonna sell Kee this year?” and my dad was like “Maybe if there’s enough goats” and my friend was confused as heck and I was like “This lady tries to buy me to marry her son every year. I told you that” and she’s like “Yeah but I didn’t think this was a thing that actually happened” and she was still skeptical and by the time my parents had finished refusing the lady’s offer, she’s killing herself laughing and then spent the next few months telling me I couldn’t look at guys because I already had a fiancée.

Anyway, it happened again this Christmas and the son has somehow gotten almost ridiculously attractive since last year. The speech this year had something to do with how I was far too old to not have a husband yet, and the son and I just rolled our eyes at each other as his mom tried to barter with my parents for me.

This year’s offer was twenty six goats and nine chickens. My sister looked up how much goats are worth, and was mad our parents didn’t sell me so she could have sold the goats and gotten $2000-$8000 for them. My dad says they’re waiting out on an offer of a camel. My brother thinks they should have it more than once a year so he can get more apple cider.

Now I’m back at uni, and in my first psych class of the semester the guy sitting beside me looked really familiar.

As in his-mom-tries-to-buy-me-with-goats-every-Christmas familiar.

That kind of familiar.

We introduced ourselves before class started and I sat there for a couple minutes readying to make a total fool of myself in case I was wrong before turning to him again.

“This is going to sound really weird if you aren’t who I think you are, but by any chance does your mom try to buy you a wife with goats every Christmas?”

His friend gives me a weird look as he walks past me to sit on the other side of him, but he’s definitely putting the pieces together.

“That’s you? Bethlehem in [city name], right? God, my mom is so mortifying.”

And we both kinda laugh and meanwhile his friend is giving us both weird looks now because apparently he didn’t know that his friend’s mom was trying to buy him a wife using livestock.

So he turns to his friend and is like

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you. Danny, this is my fiancée, Kee.”

And I kinda rolled my eyes and was like

“I’m not actually your fiancée. Your mom hasn’t offered my parents enough goats yet. But apparently my dad will sell me for a camel.”

And he laughed and shook his head like

“I am not telling my mom that. I don’t want to see what she has planned for if your parents ever accept.”

So yeah. His friend was really confused by that point and we explained it to him and it turns out he’s pretty cool and we’re Facebook friends now and hang out in psych classes. Apparently his mom only ever tries to buy me for him and she and my mom had gone to the same church growing up which is why she can always pick us out.

So yeah. That’s the story of how some lady tries to use goats to buy me to be her ridiculously attractive son’s wife every Christmas, and how he’s in my class and we’re friends now.

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