#peter parker comfort

[waitimcomingtoo]

And Everything Just Stops

Pairing: Peter Parker x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after getting stood up on a date, you go to Peters apartment for comfort, leading to more than one secret coming out

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*contains greys anatomy season 6 spoilers*

“Will anyone else be joining you tonight?”

“Yeah. He’ll be here any minute. He’s just a little late.” You told the waitress as your eyes flicked to the empty seat across from you.

“Okay. I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” The waitress gave you a smile before walking away. She returned five minutes later to refill your water.

“Thanks.” You smiled at her before checking your watch. It was 7:13 now. The plan was to meet at 7. You had gotten there five minutes early and your date had yet to arrive.

“No problem. Did you want to order anything while you wait?” She asked you.

“No. That’s okay. He’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. I’ll check in again soon.” She gave you another smile before walking away. Another ten minutes went by and you had memorized the menu at that point. Another ten went by after that and you were starting to get uncomfortable with the amount of people staring at you. Five minutes after that, the waitress came back over with a cupcake on a plate.

“Here. It’s on the house.” She said as she set the cupcake down in front of you. You tore your eyes away from the empty seat and gave her a weak smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly and slid down in your seat, turning your face to hide the embarrassment you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, honey. But if you’re not gonna order anything, we really need the table.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You nodded and gave her another weak smile. You thought the waitress would go away, but instead, she sat down across from you.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not eating alone tonight. I’m not letting you.” She said as she unraveled the napkin and sliced the cupcake in half. She gave you half of it and took the another half for herself before holding it up.

“Thanks.” You clinked your cupcake against hers before taking a bite.

“So what was his name?“ She asked before taking a bite of the cupcake.

“Who?”

“The asshole who stood you up.”

“Jason.” You told her as you picked off the bottom of your cupcake.

“Ew. A J name? You agreed to go out with a J name?” She asked and scrunched her nose in disgust.

“He was really nice, okay?” You laughed dat her reaction. “And he was interested in me. And it’s been a minute since someone was interested in me.”

“There is no excuse for accepting a date with a man with a J name.” She shook her head and finished her cupcake.

“They can’t all be bad, right? What about Jim Carey or….um…damn it. That’s the only good guy I can think of.”

“See?“ The waitress smirked as she checked the time on her phone.

“My break is over soon. Do you have somewhere you can go?” She asked you.

“Yeah. My best friends house. He’ll take care of me.” You smiled sadly and got out of your seat.

“Good. I hope you feel better. Whoever this Jason guy is, he’s an idiot. And a loser. Don’t an idiot loser make you feel bad about yourself.” The waitress told you as she put her hand on your shoulder.

“I won’t.” You smiled, sincerely this time.

“All right. Get home safe.” She winked at you before walking away.

“Wait.” You called after her, and she turned around.

“What’s your name?”

“Jane.” She told you with a coy smile.

“J name.” You smiled in surprise.

“We’re not all bad.” She winked again before walking away. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality and leaving the restaurant. You told your parents you’d be out late back when you assumed you’d be going on a date so you couldn’t go home and face them. You started walking in the direction of Peters apartment and thought about what had happened tonight. A boy pursued you, got you to agree to a date with him, and then stood you up. Your bottom lip began to tremble and hot tears of embarrassment slipped down your cheeks. You passed a couple holding hands and picked up your pace. You broke into a run and ran all the way to Peters apartment as tears ran down your face. You knocked on his front door and wiped your face as you waited for him to answer. Finally, May opened the door.

“Oh. Hi May.” You smiled through your tears and wiped your face on the back of your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing here so late?” She asked with a sympathetic smile.

“I was looking for Peter. Is he home?”

“No, I’m sorry. He’s not. He’s out on….a walk.” She lied to cover for her nephew.

“Okay. I’ll just call him later. Sorry to bother you.” You gave her another teary smile and turned to walk away.

“Wait a minute.” She said and gently caught your wrist. She pulled you back towards her and put her hands on your face to wipe your tears away.

“I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve wiped your snot and dried your tears hundreds of times. You’re my baby. And I take care of my babies. Come in and tell me what happened.”

You started to cry again as she took you inside and closed the door behind you. Once you were both inside, May opened her arms to you. You let out a whimper before stepping into her arms. She hugged you tightly and stroked your hair to calm you down. You clutched her shirt and cried into her shoulder until you felt like you could talk.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” May asked as she grabbed you a tissue.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get out of this stupid outfit.” You wiped your eyes before looking down at the dress you had put on for your date.

“Do you have any clothes here?” May asked you.

“Yeah. In Peters room.”

“Go get changed. I’ll get you some makeup remover.”

May squeezed your hand before sending you off to Peters room. You found that the only clothes you had in his room were a pair of Jean shorts and a fitted shirt, and you didn’t particularly feel like putting that on. You grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipped into those before throwing on one of his T shirts, the kind with the stupid science pun. May came into his room with a couple makeup wipes and helped you wipe off the makeup you had spent an hour on in an attempt to look perfect.

“Okay. All clean. Now tell me what happened.” She said once all your makeup was wiped away.

“I can’t. It’s so stupid.” Your voice cracked when you spoke.

“It’s not stupid if it brought you to tears.” May said as she tucked some of your hair behind your ear. You looked at her with a trembling lip before caving.

“I was supposed to go on a date with this guy tonight. I was so excited to go. I planned my outfit a week in advance and then changed three times and then went back to the outfit I had on in the first place. I did my hair and my makeup and tried on every pair of shoes I own. As if he would even notice the kind of shoes I had on. But even so, I made sure I smelled good and I painted my nails and I even wore a necklace that he complimented once.”

“And?”

“And he never showed up.” Your voice cracked as you started to cry again.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” May said as she pulled you into her arms.

“It’s fine. I’m just mad that I shaved my legs for nothing.” You sniffled against her shoulder.

“It’s not fine. He had a commitment with you and he didn’t honor it. That’s not okay.”

“I know. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. So it’s not fine. But it’s okay.” You shrugged and gave her a sad smile. Just as May was going to respond, Peter came into his room.

“May, do you know how to get blood out-“ Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was dressed in the Spiderman suit. He had blood all over the crotch of the suit and what looked like the early stages of a black eye. Peter was looking at you with the same amount of confusion as you had. Leftover mascara had gathered around your eyes and was visible in faint traces down your cheeks.

“You’re crying?” Peter asked with sympathetic eyes.

“You’re Spiderman?” You practically screamed.

“You’re crying.” Peter rushed to you and put his hands on your face.

“Is your dick bleeding?” You asked as you wrapped your hand around his wrists.

“It’s not my blood. It’s some dudes. Why are you crying?” Peter asked as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“You’re wiping my tears with your gloved Spiderman hands.” You said, mostly to yourself when you felt the material of Peters gloves against your face.

“Yes. I am.” Peter smiled a little. “But why are you crying? What happened? Did you watch that episode of Greys Anatomy where that doctor gets hit by a bus and then joins the army in the elevator or something? What did I tell you about watching that? You cried so hard you threw up last time.”

“Do not bring up George O’Malley to me right now. Do not talk about the elevator scene to me right now. Because if I think about the elevator doors opening to show his shaved head and his army uniform I’m gonna-“ You cut yourself off when hot tears started pouring down your face. You looked up at the ceiling and fanned yourself to try and stop them.

“Woah, woah, woah. Don’t cry. I got you. I’m right here. I got you.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him and buried your face in his shoulder as he held you as close as possible.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” May smiled knowingly and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Peter asked as he pulled away just enough to cup your face in his hands.

“No. Do you want to tell me how long you’ve been a super hero?”

“Since freshman year. Now tell me what happened.” Peter repeated, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“I had a date tonight.” You told him and watched his expression go from concerned to upset. He felt jealousy bubble up in his stomach but he knew he had to ignore it for your sake.

“You did? With who?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady to mask his disappointment.

“Jason Yang.”

“Ew.” Peter scrunched his nose. “A J name? Are you insane?”

“Apparently.” You laughed sadly.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well? Unless these are happy tears.”

“No. It didn’t go well. It didn’t go at all.”

“What do you mean?“

“He never showed up.” Your told him, your voice cracking on the last word.

“What?” Peters disappointment changed to anger in an instant. He was still upset you had agreed to a date with another boy, but even more so he was angrier that the boy didn’t have the decency to show up.

“He stood me up. He didn’t even say he wasn’t gonna come. He just left me waiting at the restaurant for an hour. And then I met this waitress and I think she was my fairy god mother or my lesbian awakening but either way she and the entire restaurant were looking at me like I was the most pathetic thing they had ever seen.”

“Hey, hey hey. It’s okay, honey. Come here.” Peter said and pulled d you back into his arms. He pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you?” He asked sincerely.

“Peter.” You playfully whined and rested your head back on his shoulder.

“I will. I will do it. I will go to his house and woop his ass. I will woop it until there is nothing left to woop.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Really? Will you? With your spider powers?” You pulled away to smile sarcastically at him.

“Yes.” Peter returned the smile. “With the power of a thousand spiders. I will woop him so hard he can’t stand anyone up ever again because he won’t be able to stand. Because he will have been wooped into oblivion.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I love you too much to let you do something that would land you in prison.” You chuckled and wiped your face with the back of your hand. Peter felt his heart yearn a little for you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I could never leave you behind like that.” He said as he tucked your face behind your face ear. It wasn’t in your face, he just wanted to touch you. You stared at each other for a minute and his gaze dropped to your lips. He reminded himself of the situation and quickly cleared his throat.

“I’m still trying to figure out why in the chicken friend fuck that guy would stand you up. I mean, you? The most beautiful girl on the freaking planet? He’s lucky you said yes. He’s lucky you even looked his way. And I’ve seen him. I’ve seen this Jason Yang son of a biatch. He’s not exactly a panty dropper. He has visible ear wax in his ears.”

“Peter. Ew.” You groaned and playfully shoved him.

“He does. I don’t understand people who aren’t constantly cleaning their ears. The orgasmic feeling of putting a Cotten swab in your ear hole is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.” Peter stated, making you laugh. He smiled now that he had you laughing again hoped that meant you were feeling better.

“Don’t say ear hole. It’s called the earussy and you know that.” You said in a serious tone, making Peter laugh. When his laughter died down, he looked at you and let out a happy sigh.

“You know what I love about you?” Peter smiled. “In the rare moments you let someone see you cry, and I’m talking about when you are at your absolute lowest, your first instinct is to make people laugh.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you couldn’t find the right words. You felt your face heat up from the compliment and smiled shyly at Peter.

“I love you too.” You said quietly as you stared into his eyes. Peters entire face turned red and he let out a nervous laugh. You both felt the awkward tension from how real the conversation got and looked away.

“So, uh, how’d you get that blood on your crotch there?” You asked to change the subject and pointed to his bloody suit. Peter looked down at the blood before shrugging.

“A stabbing.” He said like it was the most causal thing in the world.

“Were you stabbed?”

“No.” Peter shrugged.

“So you stabbed somebody?”

“Also no. This one dude stabbed this other guy and I was kinda in the middle in a sorta Oreo situation. Me being the creme, of course.”

“Mm. Right.” You nodded. “I’ve always thought of you as the creme.”

“Wow. That sentence is definitely gonna come back to haunt me in my Peter on Peter time but right now, I just need to make sure my beautiful best friend is okay.” Peter replied, making you smile once again.

“I’m okay.” You shrugged. “He wasn’t the one.”

“I know. I promise you, your soulmate isn’t a man who has the kind of car he drives written in his Instagram bio.”

“Does he really?” You laughed. “What kind of car?”

“Ford Fiesta.”

“Damn. It’s a shame I’m missing out on all of that.”

“I know. My heart goes out to you.” Peter replied sarcastically. You threw your head back as you laughed and forgot all about the bad date.

“So did you make that get up yourself?” You asked and gestured to Peters suit.

“I did not. You know Tony Stark?”

“Shut up.” Your eyes widened when you caught on to what he was suggesting.

“Yep. He made it for me.”

“Are you serious? You’re friends with a billionaire.”

“I mean, he finds me incredibly annoying and won’t return my calls, but I’d say we’re pretty close friends.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh again.

“Just when I thought I knew everything about you, you show up in this.” You shook your head in disbelief and stared at his outfit.

“I thought I knew everything about you too. And yet my aunt knew you had a date with some other boy before I did.” Peter replied. You suddenly remembered the date and looked down at the ground.

“I didn’t want to tell you.“ You said quietly.

“Why not?” Peter shrugged.

“Peter.” You said with a sad smile.

“What? Why couldn’t you tell me?” He asked again. You gave him a look that silently pleaded for him not to make you say it. That’s when Peter realized the secret feelings he had for you were not a secret.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as he eyes fell to the floor. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it as he went over everything in his head. Every time he thought he was being subtle or laid awake at night wondering how he’d ever tell you how he felt replayed in his mind. You sat beside him and stayed in silence for what felt like a full minute.

“You know?” He asked without looking at you.

“Yeah, Pete.” You said softly. “I know.”

“Who told you?”

“You did.” You smiled a little. “With the way you carry my books and pull out my chair for me whenever I go to sit down. And the way you sprint down the hallway to just open doors for me. I haven’t opened a door for myself since knowing you.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Peter mumbled, making you crack a smile.

“You also do this thing where you look at me when someone says something funny. It’s like, you won’t laugh unless you confirm that I also found it funny. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.” Peter said as he finally looked at you.

“I always have a good time when I’m with you. You’re my best friend.” You said and put your hand on top of his. Peter looked at your hands and felt his tears come back.

“I don’t want you like a best friend.” He said quietly.

“Peter.” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I think that if you gave me a chance, I could make you really happy.” He told you, still not looking at you.

“You already make me happy. That’s why we’re best friends.”

“I know. But I have this theory that if you let me do all the things I wanted to do for you, the things I restrain myself from doing because I don’t want to cross any boundaries, I think I could make you even happier.”

“That’s your theory, huh?” You chuckled softly.

“Yeah. It’s a theory I’m working with.” He replied, smiled a little as well.

“And what are the things you restrain yourself from doing?” You asked him. Upon hearing the playful tone of your voice, Peter looked up at you.

“For starters, I have to fight the urge to tell you you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire universe like, 100% of the time.” Peter began. “And that means something coming from me, because I’ve legit been to space. And trust me, not even the stars are as pretty as you. They can’t compete. It’s almost unfair. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

“Even now?” You asked skeptically as you internally screamed at what he had just said.

“Of course now. The crying makes your lips bigger and your eyelashes look longer.” Peter told you. “You actually look really good right now. The lighting could use some work but other than that, you look amazing.”

You laughed at what he said and gave his hand a squeeze. You both looked at your hands as Peter intertwined his fingers with yours.

“So what, uh, what other urges are you fighting?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes.

“The urge to beat the shit out of the idiot who stood you up.” He replied, making you crack a smile.

“Anything else?”

Peter looked at you and felt his entire face flush up to the tips of his ears. His gaze dropped to your lips and he gulped loudly.

“Most of all, I’m fighting the urge to kiss you right now.” He said, eyes glued to your lips.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop fighting.” You said before crashing your lips to his. Peter immediately cupped your face and kissed you back, the way he’d been wanting to for years. You wrapped your hands around his wrists, smiling into the kiss when you felt the material of his suit beneath your fingertips. The kiss was only interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“I’m brought some more- oh. You’re kissing. I did not see that coming.” May said, mostly to herself.

“May!” Peter whined. “Get out.”

“Okay. I brought some snacks though. Since you didn’t eat dinner on your date because he never showed up.” May said, making you let out a little whimper.

“May! Don’t remind her.” Peter whined again and threw a pillow at the door.

“It’s okay. I found something better.” You told May, making Peter smile. She winked at you before shutting the door, leaving you and Peter alone again. Peter turned to you and used his gloved pinky to tilt your face towards his own.

“So.” He smiled. “Where were we?“

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Timeless

Peter Pevensie x reader, George Karim x reader, Peter Parker x reader, allusion to Remus Lupin x reader Summary: There is a type of love that exists in all universes, and maybe, just maybe, you have that love... Trigger Warning: mentions of crying I think and being disgustingly in love, there is a mention of a tough mission - marvel, in the 3rd italicized part if you need to skip that also, the main plot/timeline doesn't have an actual character that is specified, so insert whoever. a/n: I spent an unbelievable amount of time on this, and literally all my self-esteem is resting on this rn, slay, please let me know if you like it!! -- each piece is inspired by a taylor swift song, and it is all based on her song Timeless, also pleeease understand who the old lady is! Otherwise I've failed at writing!

It had been about 2 years together now, 3 as friends, and you were madly in love. It felt as if you had known each other far longer, you couldn’t exactly place it, but it felt as if you knew each other in another lifetime. You had been out looking for an anniversary gift, nothing too eccentric, but perfect. The downtown area was small enough and the weather was the perfect type of gloomy for you to walk around. You had been going in and out of shops you knew, but when you stumbled across a unique looking door with vines climbing up the side of the building something drew you in. 

Stepping in you were immediately engulfed in the smell of flowers, old books, and something sweet that you couldn’t quite place. The store was a beautiful mix of old and new, and the lady at the counter seemed to know exactly how you were feeling. You smiled at one another before you walked over to where the books were laid out. Most of them seemed like books you may take a glimpse at before moving on, but something caught your eye. The title seemed to be handwritten, picking it up you began to flip through it immediately being sucked in.

— 

The couple raced through the field, many years earlier they would have been worried that the trampled flowers would not recover. However, that was not the Narnian way, the flowers seemed to almost instantly spring back to life. Things seemed to thrive here, and even when things had passed, it was never sad, more of a celebration.

 Peter, the High King had been forcibly dragged out of his study by his wife, though there were grumbles about papers and deals that needed to be taken care of, they were soon hushed. You were dancing and running in the field. The shrill of laughter could be heard for miles as Peter picked you up by your waist from behind. You could feel his lips on your neck and shoulders, pressing loving kisses to your warm skin. 

“You, my love, are wonderful!” Pressing another kiss to your shoulder he then began to tickle your sides. Your body thrashed as you laughed, a sound he wished he could play over and over again. After escaping you fell softly to the ground, Peter beside you. Turning to look at his face, you let yourself remember the many years you had spent together growing and loving one another. 

“And you, darling, are just as delightful.” Stretching a bit, you pressed a kiss to his jaw to reaffirm your statement. You both sighed quietly while taking in the moment, the sun was shining not too bright, the flowers created a beautiful aroma, and your lover was laying by your side. 

“Do you remember what you said to me the night you proposed?” You smile at the memory, Peter had spent weeks courting you, and even longer trying to win your father over. 

“Of course I do.” He scoffs as if he is hurt that you’d ever think he’d forget. “And I think it has to be one of the most romantic things ever.” You hit his chest, both of you chuckling. 

“‘I love you, and that’s all I really know?’ That is the most romantic thing ever said?” Again he feigned hurt by slapping a hand over his chest. 

“How dare you? I do believe you are the one who said yes, and then proceeded to stay with me all these years.” You roll your eyes, perhaps you had decided to stay with him, he was so wonderful after all. “Of course I did, because I love you Peter.” 

“And I love you, my heart.” You roll over to lay half way on his chest before pressing your lips to his, and you smile knowing that you wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

—

You decided the book might be one of the most enthralling and beautiful stories you’ve ever read. The story wildly resembled the love you shared with your boyfriend, so of course you had to purchase it. Though you still continued to peruse the shop. There were little trinkets here and there, a few older looking hair brushes accompanied by hand held mirrors; there were some old children's toys easily making you smile at the thought of two young friends playing. Then you saw the most beautiful set of tea cups sitting next to each other. Again, a smile found its way to your face, you could only think about an old couple sitting together, perhaps the friends that played with the toys, enjoying a nice cup of tea while watching the sun set. 

—

With The Problem, your options in life had been very limited, one of those options being friends. So you were stuck with your next door neighbor, George Karim. If there was one word to describe him, it was weird, and he knew it too. But that was what made you even closer. It was hard when he moved away, you were still somewhat young but the bond you formed was something that seemed much older. Yet you were left all alone again. 

“George Karim, you better not forget about me! I’ll find you in the future.” your little voice sounded so broken, and his was as well. 

“I can’t forget about my best friend.” He said as if it was a fact, a promise even. So you sealed it with a pinky promise and then tugged one another into a hug. 

Spending years in a regular school because you didn’t have a talent was boring. Everyone seemed to almost ignore The Problem, when all you wanted to do was talk about it. There was one boy who tried to pursue you, he faked interest in the problem to get a chance with you in bed. Of course you did nothing less than physically kicking him out of the house, but since then things seemed to be dull, black and white almost. So you decided to do something more with your life. 

Having seen an ad in the paper for a researcher you promptly took action. Knocking on the door of 35 Portland Row was nothing but horrific. What if you had managed to get the address wrong, or what if it was a group of older much scarier men? Your mind wouldn’t stop spinning, that was until the lock could be heard turning and the door swung open. The boy hadn’t even looked up at you before speaking. 

“If you’re here about the position, you have about 5 minutes because it is almost te-”

“Tea time. 3 o'clock tea time.” Your voice held hope, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Exactly.” He sounded almost agitated, but then he looked up at you, and all the disdain washed from his face. You smiled slightly, but were caught off guard as he almost tackled you in a hug. 

“It’s you!” pulling back, though he still held onto your shoulders. “You found me.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“A pinky promise is not to be broken, right?” Your smile was so bright he was sure you could turn the gloomy day bright, technically you already had. He quickly ushered you inside, passing what you assumed was the makeshift interview room, George told the other boy that you needed a bit of tea prior to your interview. 

As you got situated at the dining table you watch him move about the kitchen, quickly heating up the water while pulling out different types of tea. He was humming an old song, one your mother used to play while you and he would play in the living room. 

“My favorite!” a bit surprised but grateful, he turned to face you. 

“I know,” he smiled sweetly, and oh how you missed that smile. “I can’t seem to forget it.”  

You spent more time than necessary letting the tea get to a reasonable drinking temperature and even more time getting caught up with one another. All the while you couldn’t help but think that it was much more than just change that brought you back together; and that you were excited for these sweet nothings to continue. 

— 

By the time you had come out of your little daydream, you had realized it had begun to rain. And though you loved the rain, you weren’t in the proper attire for it. 

“Why don’t you stay a bit longer dear, I can sort you out some tea and we can talk to pass the time.” The old lady at the counter, who you almost forgot about, said. 

“Oh, thank you but that’s too kind I wouldn’t-”

“Don’t be silly, it is rare that I get company.” She politely interrupted, now you didn’t have the heart to tell her no. As she trailed off into the back room you let yourself peruse the tables a bit long, but a sharp yelp of laughter caught your attention, you looked outside to see a young couple jumping in the newly formed puddles. The boy looked at the girl as if she had hung the moon. 

—

It had been one of the toughest missions you had ever been on. After receiving an anonymous tip about a bombing about to happen, you and Natasha had been partnered together to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. Thankfully, with great struggle, you had managed to save everyone. But the possibility of failure still weighed heavily on your chest. So when you got home you packed a plate full of food, grabbed some water, and went up to your room to change and lay on your bed. 

You had been alone for all of 30 minutes, enough time to finish your food and enough to be on the cusp of falling asleep. But that quickly ended when there was a quiet knocking on the door. The grumble you let out should be enough for the other person to understand that you wanted to be left alone, but it wasn’t. The door creaked open, and you could tell it was him before he even set foot into your room. 

“I heard it was a tough one.” Thankfully his voice was quiet and calm, otherwise you might have chucked a pillow at him. “I thought maybe you could use some company.” With a nod of acceptance, he made his way to lay down next to you. Reaching a hand out, he took it pulling you closer until you were laying on his chest. 

“I love you.” he then pressed a kiss to your head, and all felt right. 

After some time there was a light patter of rain on your window and suddenly you had some energy rushing through your body. 

“Peter, come on!” You exclaimed quietly. He opened his eyes groggily, though you knew he wasn’t actually sleeping. You grabbed his hand again just like you had about an hour ago, though this time you were dragging him up and out of bed. “Put your shoes on!” This time you were louder as you hopped about on one foot as you attempted to put on your sneakers. 

You had him following you out, but the second he felt the water droplets hitting his body he squished his face all up. But you had missed it, you were too busy jumping in puddles, the ends of your pants were now soaked, and your socks were far beyond dry, but you could care less. And Peter could care less about the rain dripping down his face, all he cared about was your laugh and how every time you looked as though you couldn’t get happier, you did. 

“Pete, come one, don’t make me jump around all by myself!” And who was he to deny you. Soon your found yourselves soaked to the bone, 

“You are the only person I’d dance with in a storm in my best pair of sweatpants.” He chuckled as you purposefully splashed him.

“I know, and I love it!”

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“Dear, the tea is ready!” the lady called out from upstairs, ” You tore your gaze away from the couple finding yourself more intrigued the further up you went into the store. It gradually got lighter, the walls were soon covered in a yellow daisy pattern wallpaper. And soon you were welcomed by walls full of pictures, there were stacks of books all around the living room, and a few candles that looked as though they were on their last legs. 

You found the woman in the kitchen standing on her tippy toes to reach for the sugar. Swiftly taking action you reached up from behind her and pulled the sugar down for her. 

“My husband used to always get that for me.” She lets out a chuckle, but it doesn’t hold any tone of sadness. “Now please, have a seat!” She pointed towards the small sunroom you hadn’t noticed. 

“This is beautiful, I didn’t know apartments could have sunrooms anymore.” You gently grazed a few of the trailing plants, out of your eye you could have sworn you saw one move. 

“I know, they usually don’t. But when I begged my husband, he couldn’t help but give in!” You met her on the couch, observing the house. It was quiet for a bit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable which was rather unexpected seeing as you were sitting with a stranger. 

“What was your husband like?” You broke the silence. She smiled at you as if she was waiting for you to ask that. Standing up she mumbled something about staying put while she rummaged through her living room before finding what she was looking for. 

As she made her way back to you and you found your heart filling, in her hands she held 4 picture books. She plopped them down on the table before pulling the top one off. The outside was covered in stickers, and on the front was ‘1974’, she traced it with her finger before flipping it open. The inside was just as decorated, there were drawings and captions around a whole bunch of photos. 

“This was the year I met my husband, Remus. He’s the tall one right there.” She said fondly while pointing to the boy with a healing cut across his cheek. Next to him were 3 other boys and a girl with red hair, each wearing matching ties, school issued you assumed. 

“And who are the others?” She was quick to begin her explanation of how they all met. Apparently the four boys had known one another since their first year, but then the red head, Lily, and herself had slowly integrated into the group with some of their other friends. 

“We were such a rambunctious group, that one,” she pointed to a black haired boy, “was always causing the most chaos. But he had a troubled home life, so we were more gracious with him. And later his younger brother came along and joined our group.” She was flipping through the pages, you saw photos of the group out by a lake, some of parties, at least 2 of a buck in the room, though you chose not to comment on that. Then she reached for the next book, titled 1975-1977.

The pictures progressed into pictures of younger her and her husband, a few of them standing near one another on snowy paths, others where they are fully dressed in red and gold, again assuming it was a part of a school event. Though you were entranced by the photos, all you could do was admire the woman’s devotion and absolute adoration that she seemed to hold for her late husband. It seemed as though she had loved him longer than he had even known. 

“My was he handsome, always was.” she continued to stare at one particular picture. 

You assumed it was the day they had gotten engaged by the size of her smile, and the ring on her finger that hadn’t been there before. She stood next to Remus, who was staring down at her with a fond smile. 

“He was handsome. What was he like?” You were unsure if that was the right question to ask by the saddened look she held, but it was soon erased as she looked up at you. She let out a laugh as tears spilt over. 

“Remus was a quiet one, shy but also very cocky. He was a genius, in fact he had his own little study group, he helped tutor some of the younger grades. But my oh my was he mischievous, he was the brains behind all the wild schemes he and his friends put up.” Then she turned her attention to the flat. “He adored books, as you can see. I loved them too, but I think to him, they were an escape. He used to read them to me as well.” She trailed off quietly for a moment. The more she talked about him, the more you felt as if you recognized him, recognized their relationship. But you chose not to say anything about it.

“But enough of that sad nonsense! I’m sure you have far better things to attend to, I sense there is something special happening tonight?” you shook your head before finishing the rest of your tea.

“I appreciate this, truly!” Offering her a kind smile, you pulled out your wallet in preparation for paying, but she put her hand over yours. 

“No, don’t worry about it dear, I believe these items chose you. I would feel better if you had them as if they were already yours.” As you were about to protest, she began pushing you back towards the door and out into the street. “Have fun this evening, dear.” She smiled before shutting the door in your face. 

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“Darling, I am home!” You said with a raised voice. Today had been something else entirely and you were excited to tell him all about it. The smell of food wafted through the hallway pulling you towards the kitchen. But you weren’t met with your lover, you were met with your friend instead. 

“Analise? What are you doing here?” There is no point in denying that you were a bit disappointed that she was here, today was your special day with your boyfriend. 

“What are you talking about? I’m not here.” Now you were truly perplexed, the smirk that she wore didn’t help at all. 

“I-” she simply grabbed your elbow and walked you outside to your small backyard. Then you understood why she was there. There was a small table set out in the yard near your flower garden, with two chairs and some lights hanging around the yard. And there stood your lover, smiling brightly. Tears grew in your eyes, how special this was. 

“Hello, my love.” He stepped forward to press a kiss to your lips. 

“What is all this?” your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked around. 

“For you. I wanted to do something special for our anniversary.” Now he led you over to sit down across from him. 

The evening held some light conversation, by the end your stomach was happy and your heart felt light. 

“I hope you saved room for dessert.” 

“I always have room for dessert, silly!” Your laugh was as beautiful as a sunset, at least that’s what he thought. You turned to face the house, Analise was bringing out a small tray of cupcakes, and while your back was turned, and your mouth was drooling, you missed the sound of your love moving. As Analise set the tray down you turned to ask your love which you should eat first, you noticed he was gone. Spinning in your chair to face the opposite direction you saw your love down on one knee. 

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?” he says with a slight smile. “Honestly, honey, I have no idea, but  I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all. I’m gonna love you when our hair is turning gray. And I will spend every day for the rest of my life showing how much I love you.” 

Vigorously shaking your head yes, you launched yourself at him holding on tight around his neck, hoping to never let him go. 

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” Your voice was somewhat quiet, making the moment more intimate. “We’re gonna be timeless.”

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[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

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It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[vhagarlovebot]

i just wanna hug peter parker so much. i know his hugs are the best ones. he’d hug you so tight, not wanting to let you go. he’d kiss your forehead and smell your hair. he’d also give you soft pats on your back. and when he lets you go, he’d have the most big and pretty smile on his face. all nervous and cheeks red trying not to show how much he liked it.

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[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Good evening. Could I request a Peter Parker x reader using the prompt that starts "You're ok right?" and then reader proceeds to faint. If you don't want to write this, that's all right.

Have a lovely night,

-V

OFC I CAN I LOVE PETER PARKER-

Peter Parker x reader!

Warnings: fainting, small amount of cursing, Peter freaking out.

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Peter Parker wasn't an extremely worrisome person, sure he had his moments, that was until y/n became his partner. They weren't troublesome, but they were careless. Peter was walking around his and May's apartment, when y/n knocked at the door. He, knowing who it was opened the door quicker than he intended to.

To say y/n looked bad was an understatment. Their skin was sweaty, though they shivered, presumably from the rain. Peter quickly pulled them inside, holding them steady as he grabbed them a towel. When he looked back to their face, their eyes were glossed over and looked far away. Peter waved his hand in front of their face, successfully brining them back, only for a moment. He put their foreheads together, his face adorning a frown full of concern for them.

"you're okay.. right?"

It was then that they collapsed, Peter's heart dropped down to his toes. He held them up and slowly lowered them down to the floor, his worried expression growing more and more intense the longer he watched them.

Peter took a few moments but then remembered what Natasha had taught him, and he quickly grabbed their ankles, holding them up at an angle, getting the blood flowing to their head.

Peter was slightly panicking, cursing quietly to himself as they hadn't woke up yet. Just as he was about to call an ambulance, they moved their head, shaking it slowly from side to side.

Peter gently laid their legs back down and scooted to their head, lifting it and putting it in his lap, gently massaging their scalp.

"are you okay..? You fainted. Are you sick baby?"

When y/n shook their head, he was confused, then they shrugged as well, showing they didn't know either. Peter then noticed the sunken eyes and cheeks, their skin a shade lighter than usual.

"my love, how long has it been since you last ate it drank anything?"

When he got no response he frowned and kissed their forehead.

"I'm here for you, you know that. Don't do this to yourself it will hurt you so bad one day..."

They nodded and booped his nose, a small smile appearing upon their lips, a silent way of saying 'I love you'

Peter smiled and booped them back. Their hands reached for his and he obliged, holding their cold ones as they drifted off to a peaceful sleep, knowing now they were safe and comfortable with Peter there with them

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I hope you enjoyed!! I tried my best! Thank you so much for requesting!

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[yesitsmewhataboutit]

7:27 am

»»——⍟——««A/n: cries in this is the exact thing that just happened to me, minus Peter

You’re sleepy, annoyed, and all you wanna do is cuddle with Peter

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n!”

“Y/n!!!”

“Y/N!!!!!”

You jolt awake at the loud calling of your name. The first thing you open your eyes to is your dad standing in the middle of the room.

“Come on let’s go, we need to take this out.”

You understand immediately what he’s referring to and why. You wanted to take out these to big items you were getting rid of, and he’s deciding to come now and get you up to do it since today is trash day and nobody knows how early they’ll come.

Absolutely not. 

You close your eyes again, snuggling deeper into the warm body next to you and trying to go back asleep. You’re cuddled into Peter’s chest, and you don’t doubt he’s awake now too, but you just want to get back to sleep.

“Y/N! Come on, let’s go!” he calls again, just as loud, making you ket out an annoyed groan. It goes around like that a few more times, he calls you and you try to not have to get up, but inevitably you sit up with a sigh and look in his direction.

Thankfully, when he sees you’ve sat up, he exits the room to go open the front door for when you guys need to walk through, giving you a few seconds to throw on a pair or Peter’s sweats and one of his zip-up hoodies that was near around your shoulders.

You can see Peter’s face, his eyes open and arms still laid like they were before you removed yourself, just waiting for you to come back. He had the same slight look of annoyance, since he knows you don’t sleep well during the night sometimes and the whole fact you did that night was good, but now you’re getting dragged early and he already knows you probably won’t sleep again this morning.

It was actually a real good accomplishment that you did get good sleep last night, since at like 4 am something in your room fell over. You weren’t sure exactly what or why yet, you knew once you put in the effort you’d see it, but nonetheless it happened at 4 am originally, causing you to wake from the big crash. Fortunately, Peter coo’d you to sleep rather quickly and you basically didn’t miss a beat.

You didn’t necessarily wanna get up in front of your dad since technically you figured you and Peter didn’t have as many clothes on as he’d like.

Peter not being inna shirt, which he obviously could already see, but also only his boxers, and you in only your sleep shirt (gotta let the kitty breathe) probably wouldn’t look too good in your dads eyes.

Not that you were doing anything, that’s just how you and Peter like to sleep. How you both are most comfortable.

You get up and slide your shoes on quickly, waiting for him to come back so you can start the move. It wasn’t necessarily you were upset he’s asking for help, this was technically you asking him for help since this is your stuff you’re getting rid of.

Your problem is the fact he’s deciding to tell to get up at 7 am, when you had specifically asked him to help you the day prior before you left the house since you knew you were gonna be gone for a while. But he decides to not say anything, you left and got back at close to midnight, now here you are.

25 minutes and two large items later you’re done, back in your room and stripping of the clothes you threw on.

With a sigh, you lay back in bed, Peter immediately circling his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. He slept a few minutes while you left, but he made sure he was aware to wake when you got back.

You cuddle into Peter, letting his warmth distract you from any and everything else going on. You know you probably won’t get to sleep again. The whole fact you were startled awake in the first place took away all the tiredness you would’ve had if it’d been a normal way.

If you do get to sleep, it won’t be for at least another hour. But hey, cuddling and laying on Peter is nothing to complain about. Plus, laying with him, being next to him, that alone might cut the time down to 5-15 minutes.

And the bright side, you knew if you got back asleep Peter would make sure to let you sleep. He’d hold you and keep things quiet, perfect conditions for you to get rest.

Just as you suspected, within a few minutes of being pressed into Peter chest your eyes start getting heavy. You love sleep so much, you internally smile as your mind starts going unconscious.

But then they snap open again as a uncomfortable pain spreads around your abdomen. Ah yes, now you need food.

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Watching a Christmas Movie with Peter Parker

December 1st

December 1st was one of your favorite days of the year. You would dawn your Christmas pyjamas, danced to your favorite Christmas songs and watch your favorite Christmas movie, Deck The Halls.

It had been a tradition in your family since as long and you can remember, so naturally it would be something you wanted to continue.

Peter loved Christmas almost as much as you did, so he was always more than happy to partake in your traditions.

The day had finally came and to your and Peter’s surprise, when you looked out your window it had snowed overnight.

“Nothing like some snow to kick off Christmas month,” Peter laughed as he slung his arm around your shoulder. A smile spread across your face as you took in the Christmas scene in front of you, the perfect start to the special day.

Yourself and Peter wasted no time getting yourselves ready with hot chocolate and blankets to watch moves.

“Deck the halls in the first one for sure,” you stated as you flung yourself on your couch next to Peter, and he nodded in agreement.

“We have to watch The holiday too,” Peter told you as he took a handful of popcorn from a bowl on your lap.

Many cups of hot chocolate were drank and many candy canes eaten but it’s fair to say you both had the most magical start to your festive season.

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[mediocre-daydreams]

Hi can I please request the prompt “They are good for each other,” for Tom Peter Parker. Thank you so much, your writing is good! 🥰

thank you for the sweet message!! i loved writing the fic, though i'm not sure how well it fits with the theme of the dialogue prompt. hopefully you enjoy it anyway!!

good 4 each other

peter parker x avenger! reader

loosely inspired by "good 4 u" by olivia rodrigo

summary: peter's the only person who really knows you, and vice versa. the one thing the two of you don't know about is each others' mutual feelings.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: looooots of fluff, smidge of angst (hurt/comfort), canon level violence, descriptions of wounds, allusions to sex (barely), swearing, peter and you care about each other too much bruh, mj tells it as it is

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you were sitting on peter’s bed, your back pressed against the headboard, as peter listened to you rant intently with his chin on one hand.

“-and it’s like he never even met me, ‘cause now he’s off trapiezing around with this other girl and it’s been like, two weeks since we broke up—we were together for eight months! it’s like, holy shit, you could at least pretend that you cared about me at all.”

peter rolled over on his back and looked up at you with big, puppy dog eyes.

“don’t look at me like that. you know that i can never- ugh, what do you want, peter? you only look at me like that when you want something.”

it wasn’t true. peter looked at you with those sweet, adoring eyes all the time. you just never noticed. he looked at you like that when the two of you went web slinging and you’d laugh giddily after the landing. he looked at you like that when you did homework with him and brushed the hair out of your face, and peter could see your perfect face. he was looking at you like that right now, and he didn’t want anything. well…

“i don’t want anything, not really. i just want you to be happy,” he pouted.

you snorted. “that was so cheesy. i mean, obviously i’d love to be happy, but it’s like i can’t be happy if he’s happy, y’know?” you sighed. “you’re right, though. i’ve wasted too many tears on this asshole. i gotta move on at some point, right?”

peter took your hand in his, pulling you down until you were lying on your back next to him. “it’s okay to be sad. that’s what makes you so… well, i know being vulnerable is hard for you, and i’m proud that you’re letting yourself show your emotions. and i’m honored that you trust me enough to be vulnerable with me.”

peter turned so he was propped on his elbow and could get a proper view of your face. you were staring up at the ceiling, mouth pulled into a subtle frown.

“hey, look at me, would’ya?” peter cupped your cheek and turned your head gently. “you’re gonna be okay, i promise. everything heals with time. and however long it takes, i’mma be here for all of it, right?”

“right.” you exhaled deeply. peter could feel your cool breath on his skin. his heart warmed when he saw the sliver of a smile creep onto your face.

--

the two of you were eating lunch outside, on hammocks. well, you were on the hammock. peter had made his own with webs. the fresh air was nice until you realized neither of you had brought water or napkins, so when the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you had made started making your fingers all sticky and your mouth all dry, lunch was no longer fun.

“i really don’t want to get up right now,” you complained, right after complaing about how thirsty you were.

“hydrate or diedrate,” peter agreed seriously. “i guess we’re going with diedrate.”

you groaned, worming yourself deeper into the hammock. “wait!” you sat up. “hose!”

sam was watering wanda’s daffodil patch (he’d lost a bet and was now in charge of watering duty for the next week) not too far from where you and peter were resting.

peter knew what you were thinking immediately. “is that really a good idea?”

“it beats getting up.”

“so true.” peter cupped his hands around his mouth. “HEY SAM!”

sam made no indication that he heard him, so you tried. “SAM WILSON! OVER HERE!”

nothing. you and peter bellowed together. “SAM! SAM, TURN AROUND!”

finally, sam turned, hose in hand with water still lazily flowing, annoyed. “WHAT? CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY?”

“WE NEED WATER. GIVE US YOUR HOSE, PLEASE. WE’LL, UH, FINISH WATERING FOR YOU.”

sam took a second to consider before sprinting down the hill, hose in hand, and tossing it to peter as soon as he was in a reasonable distance. evidently, he hadn’t stopped to consider that the water was still flowing, and it hit peter’s chest with a dull thud before tangling itself in peter’s web hammock.

the boy stared at the hose for a few long seconds, before picking it up and angling it at sam in vengeance. sam dodged, but it didn’t really matter. peter had been defeated. and by defeated, you meant that his loose white shirt had soaked through and was now translucent and clinging to his chest like a second skin.

it shouldn’t have been a big deal; you’d seen guys shirtless before. hell, you see bucky shirtless every time he trains. the man would take any excuse to strip.

so why was it different with peter? he jumped out of his hammock, shaking the water from his hair and grimacing at his damp shorts. “great. my boxers are wet too,” he grumbled.

you didn’t appreciate the thought of peter’s boxers. you also didn’t appreciate that peter decided to take his shirt off, pulling it from his back and bending forward as he slipped it off in that attractive odd way guys do. 

“wow, at least take me on a date before you start taking off your clothes,” you joked to cover how flustered you actually were. good. now the both of you were flustered.

“okaaaay, the horny twenty-somethings are talking about fucking each other. i’m out.” sam saluted awkwardly and jogged away, leaving the two of you with the running hose and sexual tension.

“ha, that’s so- you know sam. always cracking jokes,” you forced out. “so… wanna try out that new brita filter?”

--

“what happened, kid?” steve’s worried Dad™ face was in full display as he watched peter limp off the elevator, clutching his abdomen. his spiderman suit, which had just been redesigned to withhold greater impact, still hadn’t managed to protect him, it seemed.

peter heard footsteps that he identified as yours rushing over. he’d hoped to keep this from you and prevent unnecessary worry. blearily, peter collapsed onto the nearest surface, which just so happened to be tony’s brand new, foreign-imported white leather couch.

you slid to your knees by peter’s side, brushing sweaty, matted curls off his forehead as steve panicked in the background, calling bruce to alert cho. as steve was beginning to call for tony, you jumped up and tackled his phone from him.

“don’t. don’t call tony. peter doesn’t need that right now, he doesn’t need a scolding. tony can be pissed another time, i just- i’ve got it under control, okay?”

steve nodded wordlessly. you didn’t spare him another second before turning towards peter, cooing as you brushed your thumb over peter’s cheek. he winced as you touched a small cut.

“shit, okay,” you murmured, giving peter’s body a once over. “steve, go get me an emergency kit,” you yelled over your shoulder. when you heard no movement, you followed up with a “now!”

peter’s eyelids flickered between consciousness, and he could hear your soft voice speaking indistinguishably to him. whatever you were saying, it must’ve been something sad, because even in his delirious state, he could see tears welling in your eyes. he immediately knew he hated whoever or whatever had made you cry. he never wanted to see you cry.

you rubbed your eyes with your sleeve, sniffling loudly a few times before you let out a big exhale to ground yourself. you were talking under your breath so that peter couldn’t hear, but he imagined it couldn’t be anything good. you often put up a front of calmness and collectedness, but peter could see through it easily. your jaw was too tight, your eyes were darting around the room, and your breathing was too erratic.

when steve came back, practically sprinting, he tossed the kit at you. in one smooth motion, you caught it, set it down on the ground, and clicked it open. you’d patched up peter more times than he could count.

“stay awake for me, pete. please, keep your eyes open?” you pleaded, trying to smile for him. “c’mon baby, just look at me,.” you murmured as you ripped open a pack of wet wipes and began the arduous process of rubbing off the dried blood and dirt from his face. you’d always been gentle with him, like nobody else had. you never scrubbed impatiently or disinfected without a warning; even in pain, you’d do anything to lessen it.

“i- i have to take off your suit. is that okay? i know we’re not in your room right now, but unless you wanna walk, ‘cause i don’t think i can carry you, we’re gonna be stuck here.”

peter hummed in affirmation. his voice was hoarse and his throat tightened until it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“water, please,” he croaked, licking his cracked lips to no avail. 

your eyes widened. “water! i completely forgot, give me one second pete-” you’d returned to his side less than a minute later with a glass of water and a straw. you were always so thoughtful; you gave him a straw so he could drink with greater ease.

“okay, i’m going to take off your suit now,” you said, voice wavering. peter didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. peter winced as you pressed down on the spider emblem on his chest to loosen his suit, and he shivered when your cold fingers and the cool air hit his bare skin.

you gasped in terror as you recognized the familiar tear of a serrated knife. “you were stabbed?” you squeezed your eyes together and peter licked his lips again, trying to rid the dryness in his mouth so he could speak.

“you should see… the other guy,” he chuckled weakly. you glared at him. your eyes flickered to his lips. were you going to kiss him? he hoped yes. a kiss to make him feel better.

“your lips are chapped,” you commented. pulling your own chapstick out, you rubbed it on your fingertip until a good amount had collected and dabbed it on his lips. you’d done that before, claiming that the stick would tug at his skin but that the warmth from your hands would make the application smoother. it was all the little things.

“where the fuck is cho?” you tsked as you dug through the kit. you wiped the grime off his torso, taking care not to wander too far down, and you flinched each time peter hissed in pain. neither of you spoke; silence laid heavy over the thick air with the exception of the occasional sniffle or moan. though peter, for the most part, was silent, the both of you were fully aware that he was only doing so for your benefit, knowing you’d be more upset if you could hear the pain he was in.

when cho and banner finally showed up, panting and jittery, you chastised them before letting them see peter. as they raised peter onto a stretcher and began with their medical jargon, you brushed your hand over peter’s forehead once more, tucking stray hairs behind his ears. peter’s eyes fluttered, and when you pressed a warm kiss to his forehead, he let himself drift into dreamless sleep.

--

you and wanda were sitting inside a pillow fort she’d enchanted for stability, late at night. with the exception of peter, the two of you were the youngest avengers, and you found yourself having sleepovers with wanda whenever there was something personal to be discussed. secrets spread fast in the compound, but the two of you trusted each other.

“well, it’s pretty obvious he likes you,” wanda huffed, tired of repeating the same words to you.

“if he liked me, why would he keep brushing me off to hang out with mj and ned? don’t even get me started on mj—he spends more time with her than he does everyone in this tower combined. including me! i know they’re friends and i shouldn’t be jealous, blah blah blah, but i am.”

wanda rolled her eyes dramatically. “i’m going to lose my mind. how many nights have we spent talking about this? peter. is. so. in love. with you. i don’t believe in soulmates, but the two of you can literally read each others’ minds. and take it from me, because i can actually read minds.”

you sucked your teeth anxiously. “d’you really think so?”

“duh, why would i be telling you this if i didn’t?”

“good point.”

--

peter and mj were sitting at the kitchen table, homework long abandoned. aunt may had gone out and ned was helping his lola clean, which meant it was just peter and mj again. the two of them had been hanging out alone often recently. he felt bad; he hadn’t seen you nearly as often as he’d liked.

“you’re actually such an idiot,” mj bashed her head on the table, much to peter’s horror. 

“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” he huffed.

“oh my god. you could literally ask her to go dumpster diving with you and she’d say yes. just ask her out, dude. she’s a catch, and you know that. if you don’t make a move, someone else will.”

peter chewed his lower lip. “see, that’s exactly why i’m nervous! i know she’s a catch; she’s way out of my league. she could have anyone, so why would she go with me?”

“i’m so close to slapping your stupid, white boy face, but i’m not going to, because i don’t need you concussed when you’re trying to ask out the girl who is already in love with you, dingus.”

“dingus?” peter scoffed.

mj raised an eyebrow. “you are in no position to judge me, fool. this mutual pining thing has gone on for so long that i’m surprised neither of you have grown gray hairs yet.”

“okay, first of all, it’s one sided pining. second of all, she thinks my hair looks nice, thank you very much.”

mj slapped her forehead.

--

“you said this was a ‘simple heist!’” you shouted into your comm as you fended off buff cronies from some mob boss you weren’t expecting.

you could hear tony’s sigh from your earpiece. “yeah, well now i know it’s not. so stop fussing and start punching!”

“where is everyone?” peter’s voice was staticky, which was an immediate red flag. these comms were high tech and were taken care of before and after each mission. if peter’s comm had stopped working, something was wrong. seriously wrong.

“by the back exit! peter, where are you?” you grunted as you took a kick to the side. you hated to admit it, but you were severely outnumbered and outmatched. pulling a second knife from your thigh, you slowly backed up with two blades in each hand as you contemplated your next move.

the next backwards step you took brought you into the arms of a sturdy chest, and you screamed, flailing desperately. you raised one of your knives, planning on blindly stabbing your captor somewhere in the face, before you heard peter’s distressed voice.

“don’t stab me! it’s peter, woah-” peter held you tightly as he webbed the two of you off the ground to avoid a charging attacker. “are you okay?” he looked down at you, where your head was tucked into his neck.

“uh huh,” you mumbled, shocked. “actually, no, i’m not. what the fuck was that? why are you here?” you hissed, fingernails digging into his back as he swung out of range of the action. 

“you needed help!” peter retorted, his arm tightening around your waist. “what, should i have just left you to die?” 

“you were supposed to be getting the fucking- whatever it was with steve!” you hmphed.

“shipment logs, but whatever. i don’t give a damn about papers, i give a damn about you!” peter landed on the concrete roof of a building free from the fighting, and you could see the chaos that peter had pulled you away from.

“why are we here? we need to go back and help-”

peter grabbed you by the shoulders with a crazed look in his eyes that you’d never seen before. you gulped in anticipation.

“no, you have to listen to me. i thought- i thought i was gonna die, and all i could think about was you, and then i thought you were gonna die, and all i could think about was you, because i can only ever think about you. does that make sense? god, i don’t know- i’m in love with you, alright?” he shook your body. “i love you, and i’m so scared that i’ll lose you before i ever say it to you. so there, i said it. that’s it. we can go back now.” he moved into position to shoot a web.

“i- you little shit, get back here.” you tugged his bicep towards you until he stumbled backwards into your waiting arms. with more confidence than you’d ever exercised in your life, you grabbed both sides of his face with your hands and slammed your lips against his.

peter gasped into your mouth, lips slotting between yours in a clash of teeth and blood and tongue and gunpowder. it tasted like conflict and it tasted like peter.

“i hate you. god, i hate you—you’re so stupid! i love you too, you asshole!” you did a little happy dance which looked more like a very aggressive, furious dance with the way you were stomping your feet on the ground. “god, i love you! i love you to pieces, peter parker.”

--

natasha sat across from you and peter, who’d slumped into each others’ bodies the minute the quinjet took off. your head was tucked between peter’s shoulder with his head resting on yours, and one of your legs was tucked between peter’s open ones, so that the two of you were pulled flush to each others’ bodies. though natasha’s lips were dry and bleeding, she cracked a smile.

“they’re good for each other, aren’t they?” steve sat beside natasha, ankles crossed very politely.

natasha hummed. “he’s way better than that shithead boyfriend she used to have.”

tony, who had left to do his six step skincare routine in the quinjet bathroom, threw himself into a seat. “i was gonna go with ‘fucking finally,’ but both of your answers work too, i guess.”

steve smiled warmly and you and peter’s sleeping figures, breathing in sync. “you’d never think- they’re so different, but they make it work. they complete each other.”

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it all hurts - peter parker x reader.

gender neutral best friend reader and comfort/fluff!!!

a note - hello!! i haven’t posted in a very, very long time on here, but i’ve been getting back into writing seriously and from that, i’ve been cleaning out my notes app. this is a cute peter parker moment i found and thought it would be nice to share :) also major bonus points if you know what scene in my fav tv show that inspired this <3

it was what you would declare a “self care night.” your favorite tv show was playing in the background as you had your journal in-front of you, various stationaries of every color your could imagine splayed out around you. your favorite candle was lit and the soft lighting in your room was the cherry on top of it all. nothing could be more calming for you, especially after how hectic everything has been lately. it felt like your stress just piled up and up and up. but tonight? tonight was your night.

you hummed as you exhaled a deep breath, bliss overcoming you. that was until you heard rapid tapping at your window. after a solid five seconds of panicking, you sprung up realizing shit that’s probably peter.

throwing your window open, peter practically fell in. before you could even process what was happening, your arms were reaching for peter, pulling him up onto your bed. as he leaned against your pillows, he yanked his mask off, revealing his battered face.

you gasped, not expecting a gash on the top of his right cheekbone, nor the cut on the bridge of his nose.

“peter-oh my god. are you okay? oh my god, oh my god. what happened? where were you? did anyone else get hurt?” you questioned as you began checking over his entire body, worry filling you to the brim. sometimes peter was so careless—no, he was too caring. peter would always put aside his need and being to save someone and as much as you loved him for that, it worried the shit out of you. having a superhero best friend who you were simultaneously in love with wasn’t easy, and this moment right here proved it.

“woah woah woah-hey, look at me,” peter gently spoke while grabbing your arms to still you,”i’m okay. it’s okay.”

with a shaky inhale, you just nodded while taking a good look at his face. out of your need to comfort him, your hands found their way to the sides of his face. your thumb ever so slightly brushing up against the edge of his cut on his cheekbone.

“does it hurt?”

peter looked down and laughed with a slight scoff,”of course it hurts. it all hurts.”

you hummed, noticing his unharmed forehead and pointing to it,”does it hurt here?”

he looked up at you, absolutely enchanted by you once again. he couldn’t speak—he was too nervous—so he just shook his head.

you slowly moved to kiss his forehead, hoping this was something you wouldn’t regret. you pulled away and moved one hand to his shoulder, and the other cupped his left cheek,”how about here? does it hurt here?”

peter stared right into your eyes, hoping you couldn’t sense how nervous he was. he shook his head again. hell at this point, he would lie and say he was perfectly fine if it meant more kisses from you.

so, you leaned down and gently kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger just a little bit longer this time.

when you pulled away, you knew it was now or never. you moved your other hand to cup his right cheek, gently holding his face in your hands. this wasn’t the first time this has happened and god, you prayed it wasn’t the last.

“do your lips hurt?”

peter inhaled,”not at all.”

while you leaned down to kiss him, you felt him sit up ever so slightly, peter wanting this kiss just as much as you.

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[berry-blueberry]

Tangled Up Together

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: Showering together No smut though, nudity (doesn’t go into detail) adorable fluff scenes, Peter being an adorable puppy cause that should be a warning definitely

A/N: hey guys I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump, I found this in my drafts and edited it a bit, I don’t really like it but I wanted to post something

It was normal for Peter to come to your apartment after patrols around the city, you would let him shower and change so he didn’t make May suspicious as to why her nephew was dirty in the middle of the night. But it wasn’t normal for him to come to your apartment at two am in the morning with blood on him. “Peter what happened?” You ask while helping him in your window, he leans against the wall while holding his side then takes off his mask and looks at you with his brown eyes “There were these guys, they were threatening a lady, I didn’t, I thought they didn’t have weapons” he closes his eyes “it’s just a cut” he says while you rush away to get your first aid kit, you come back over and lay him on your bed not caring about the blood getting on your duvet. You start to take off his suit but he grabs your hand and looks up at you, you laugh a tiny bit “Peter I’ve seen you shirtless plenty of times” he blushes then let’s go of your hand, you grab the small hidden zipper on his side then unzip it slowly, you watch as the cut comes into view, it runs down his side and across his chest it doesn’t look too deep. “It doesn’t need stitches but needs to be cleaned” you grab the rubbing alcohol and put it on a cloth then dab his wound, he sucks air in and closes his eyes tightly “I’m sorry Pete, I’m trying to be gentle” you continue cleaning it, he shakes his head “You’re fine, you’re just making sure it doesn’t get worse”.

Once you finish cleaning the wound you put a bandage on, then you help him change into a pair of jogging pants. You lay beside him watching him sleep, you already texted Aunt May that he’s staying at your house tonight. You gently run your thumb across his cheek “I know you’re awake Pete” you say while smiling a bit, he opens his eyes and looks down at you, you meet his eyes then scoot up and press your lips to his, as the kiss heats up he pulls you tight to his side and runs his hand under your shirt and rubs your side gently. You rest your hand on his chest forgetting about his wound, you pull away fast as he winces “I’m so sorry Peter I forgot” he shakes his head a bunch “I’m okay, really don’t worry” he pulls you into a hug and holds you close to him. You lay there in silence while millions of thoughts fill your head, mostly about him. He lifts your head with his thumb “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours baby” he says while looking into your eyes, you watch his brown soft eyes stare into your own while he rubs your back gently, all the thoughts melt away, you smile then shake your head “Nothing, absolutely nothing” you lay your head back down on his chest and he chuckles “Alright then” he kisses your forehead then presses his face into your hair. You both stay like that till sleep takes you both, all your worries gone, Tangled up with him.

Hope you guys like this <3

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[tecochet]

mary jane's husband and his boyfriend

#if i have the energy part 2 of this would be MJ having to comfort PB through his existential crush #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #hello tumblr people #i'll start slowly posting stuff here too #mostly for archiving #so sorry if i'm not too responsive! #the @ in the comics are tecotit bc that's my twt side account and i didn't think i'd post it here woops #also twt locked me out of my tecochet acc for some reason #thanks elon........ #teco draws

[mustasekittens]

husband of death condones axe murder

original meme | another philza and spiderman | another one

#philza minecraft #spiderman 2 ps5 #mustasekittens #insomniac spiderman #spiderman #insomniac peter parker #my art #fanart #sketch #philza #mcyt #sbi #comfort characters #shitpost #where am i #i keep shitposting

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: what the hell were you thinking!?

Peter: Obviously I was thinking I would get away with it and wouldn't have to explain myself!

#Peter tried to take down an entire Hydra base on his own #he did do it but he got extremely injured #he couldn't make it home or to the compound #so he slept in a dumpster #it was very comfortable #peter parker #ironman #spiderman #tony stark #irondad #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #mcu #incorrect peter parker

[vhagarlovebot]

it’s all over the news. peter parker is spider-man. everyone’s freaking out. your mother is freaking out because ‘how did you not know your best friend was the spider-man?!’

and the truth is you did know. but not because peter himself told you, that boy is so clueless, it was simply because you know peter too well.

those days when he came to school tired, bruised, and with a sour mood you knew he was up to something. ‘i fell down the stairs’ was such a stupid excuse and yet you did not say anything. but he began to cancel study dates, to ignore you and your texts. and then one day may came to you crying and rambling about peter being beaten up and not coming home all night, and that was the last straw. so you followed him and found out what was really happening; and the next day when you bumped into him you did not say anything. and neither did he.

that was two months ago.

so it is understandable that you’re surprised when he, quietly and carefully, sits next to you in the bleachers during lunch.

“i’m really, really sorry…” you let out a bitter laugh and he shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting around nervously. “this should’ve never been known.”

you turn to him, your heart stopping the second you saw his brown eyes, one with a big and awful bruise. “why are you trying to live two different lives?” you try to sound more angry than sad, because right now you just want to cry.

“i’m sorry i lied to you.” his eyes are glued to the floor, voice shaking slightly, and you know he’s being honest. and you want to hug him and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

“you think i’m angry because you lied to me?” peter doesn’t answer. and the more you look at him the more your heart breaks; you can try to be tough any other day. “pete, i’ve known for months.” you’ve never seen peter parker so scared in your life before. until now. “i didn’t say anything because i was waiting for you to be ready. and yeah, it saddens me that you came to me only because this whole thing blew up.”

“no, no,” he holds your hands, his eyes finally meeting yours. “i wanted to tell you the minute this all happened to me yo- but then i realized how reckless i was being. putting you in danger.” he sighs, you can see the battle going on inside his head. you know this is not easy for him. “and now… and now everyone knows.” peter squeezes your hand to the point it hurts, lowering his piercing gaze away from you. “it’s going to be awful from now on-”

“and i’ll be here.”

staying away from peter is not an option; the past months were pure torture. seeing him across the hall but not able to walk to him and say ‘i know everything’, too scared but also expecting for him to do it. those long nights looking out the window because that way some days you could see him swinging away in the distance. and peter also knows it. that’s why he didn’t tell you, he knew it was going to be impossible to keep you away from him and danger. eventually he was going to do it, he thought about it a thousand times. and in every scenario you ended up getting hurt.

“i’ll also be by your side when you tell may.” peter groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder, your hands finding its way to his hair in seconds.

it wasn’t easy for peter trying to live to different lives. lying to everyone he loves was harder than learning how to live with his new powers. now that the secret’s out is going to be just as difficult. but a weight’s been lifted now that you know and he can relax and talk to you about how it happened, how he came to be the friendly neighborhood spider-man. at least for a moment before reality comes crashing down and he is forced to remember how much danger you’re in.

#&&. spideymatcha writes #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker concept #peter parker drabble #peter parker comfort #peter parker x you #peter parker

[soydeleon]

Dads with a doctorate

#draw your comfort characters #meme #simon petrikov #bandit heeler #peter b parker #drawing #toons #adventure time #across the spiderverse #bluey

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

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