Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

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@peter.vlogs.sometimes: Hey Y/n! Your account is amazing too, and I love that you can speak Russian! How'd you learn?

@simply.y/n: Thanks! My dad is Russian actually, we moved to England when I was five, after living in Africa. Where abouts in the states are you?

@peter.vlogs.sometimes: That's so cool! I'm from Queens, I live with my Aunt, it's pretty neat.

@simply.y/n:I've always wanted to go to New York! Have you met Spider-Man yet? lmao

@peter.vlogs.sometimes: aha, no. Pretty sure he's busy with some awesome kick-ass fighting. I go to Midtown High, though

@simply.y/n: Really? What was it like when you found out about the decathlon team? I also have no clue what a decathlon team is haha, we don't have them here

@peter.vlogs.sometimes: it's basically smart people dinging a bell and yelling an answer to something. And I'm actually on the decathlon team, but I wasn't in the monument. Saw it from the ground, though

@simply.y/n: lmao that's the best way anythings been described to me. And I hope all your friends are ok after it :)

@peter.vlogs.sometimes: Thanks, Y/n. I'll talk later, but for now it's like, 2am haha

@simply.y/n: you almost forget about timezones haha. See you soon, Peter.
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You flopped down onto your bed, sighing happily. You'd heard kids speaking about their internet friends, and meeting them-and granted Peter wasn't even an internet friend yet, but you were happy you had someone outside of school who seemed to get you; a real friend. Even though it was 7am on a Saturday, you got up and ready to go to your boxing lesson. You paid for them out of your own pocket, but your dad encouraged it, hoping that you would be able to defend yourself in the "real world". You took a brisk shower before getting changed into some workout clothes and tying your H/c hair back into two boxer-braid plaits.

You filled up your water bottle before grabbing your phone, throwing a blanket over your dad, who was asleep on the sofa. You placed a kiss to his forehead, not expecting his eyes to snap open and almost disarm you-even when you didn't have a weapon in your hand.

"You scared me, tsvetok" He grumbled before returning to his pervious opposition, leaving you shocked.

"Sorry, I'm going now, papa." You spoke, and he grunted, not bothering to say goodbye. This was the work stress speaking. You tried to relay that phrase over and over like a broken record.

Sometimes he acted as if he didn't really love you-as if you weren't his real daughter. But you are-there are pictures of you and him since the beginning. You had lost all hope in him ever recovering-his work was his life, and even you weren't above how highly he placed work and business.

"Punch like this," the instructor told all of you before demonstrating "aim for the area that will do the most dangerous to that person. If you've been cornered by a bulky man in an alleyway, aim for the face first and then the groin. Cornered by a small guy? Stomach should work a treat." He said, demonstrating all the punches to the different areas. You nodded in understanding, trying to soak up his knowledge like a sponge.

"Y/n! Today you're going to spar against me" You nodded at the instructor, who then began to pair off the other students depending on size and ability. He soon walked back to you, tapping your boxing glove with his.
"Headgear on securely?" You nodded "mouthguard in place?" You nodded once more, breathing the sweaty air through your nose.

He tapped your glove once more, and you swung at his head, swiftly followed by a punch to the stomach.

"If this was a real fight, bring Karate into it!"
You followed instructions, swiping his legs out and using restraining methods
"Good! But they are going to try and struggle"
You just nodded, not letting yourself get too cocky. If this was real-you'd be in a lot more danger. You let the instructor struggle and try to grasp your hand, but when he finally tapped on the ground you stopped and got off of him. He got up and smiled at you
"Excellent! Well done, Y/n" He congratulated, and you smiled.

"Thanks Kai. I think I'm doing pretty good." You confessed, and he beamed at you

"Better than 'pretty good'. You're doing amazing!" He patted you on the back before going back to the lesson.

You gathered your things at the sideline, waiting until everyone had gone to thank Kai.  You did so, and he just smiled, nodded and pushed you out the door, claiming you had better places to go. Granted, you didn't, you had no friends who would willingly invite you out, except the girls on the Basketball team.

Sometimes you went out with them, but the group dynamic was odd, and you didn't feel welcomed by them. You felt at best with them on the Basketball court, waiting for the ball to be thrown at you.

You got home, seeing that your dad had left, either to go to work or the cemetery.  There was no note, so you guessed he was at work. You sat by the T.V, listening to the British news, which was never on for some strange reason when your dad was home. You honestly couldn't bear to watch it-it was just deaths upon tragedy upon heartbreak. The news always felt too real to you, it reminded you of the dull ache in your chest.

You flipped over the channel to whatever garbage was on. It got boring after a while, so you turned it off and waked to your room, not quite sure what you were going to do.

"@peter.vlogs.sometimes sent you a message!"

You had spent almost too much time talking to Peter and getting to know him, and occasionally playing twenty questions, which turned into your favourite game. They normally came out with a long list of quotes you stuck on your tumblr with the heading:

"Things @peter.vlogs.sometimes says:"
-"we played 20 questions 20 minutes ago! Now it's, like, 40 questions!"
-"Come on, Y/n. Answer the question fairly"
-"Dude I just fell off my chair"
|Me:Karma's a Bitch

Your followers seemed to love the series, and Peters followers started following you, and likewise. It was like one weird tumblr family. You'd mentioned him so many times that when you put a full stop, the autocorrect would suggest the end of his username. You hadn't even seen what he looked like yet, but you were sure that when you two were ready, you'd have the longest FaceTime calls ever. You thought about it a lot, and you really didn't want him to leave your life, like all the sob stories that Internet friends will eventually grow up and forget about you. You were determined to make sure you and Peter stayed friends.

"Pete, who are you texting?" May asked curiously

"Oh, just Y/n" He smiled happily

"A girl?!" May nearly spat out her mouthful of food, smiling cheekily at her nephew

"Yes, May" Peter said, trying not to give away too much. May squealed in excitement

"When can I meet her?" She asked, hope in her eyes

"Maybe never. She lives in England." He sadly smiled; he really wished you two could meet-or probably FaceTime before that. May just smiled sympathetically.
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