#peter parker x fem

[astermath]

uhmmmm

kitchen counter makeouts with pookie bear tasm peter <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

the way you know damn well you are indulging me adjdkdk and I love you for it bae MWAH @inkluvs

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

tags: just sweet ol fluff, established relationship, first time writing for peter, normal sized text under the cut! <3

word count: 1.2.K

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With Peter going on patrol until the nightly hours, you'd become used to cooking dinner later in the day. It wasn't a huge deal; you worked from home, and you were usually up when he was back anyways. Whether it was to tend to his injuries, hear about what he'd encountered that day, or just to cook some of his favorite pasta, you were always there for him when he returned. And he really appreciated that.

When you're a superhero, especially an anonymous one, it can be hard to find people to fall back on. That's why he considers having you one of his greatest strengths.

You're absentmindedly stirring some sauce when your boyfriend slips in through the bedroom window. He calls it the "spider-door", you call it a bad habit. He still uses it anyways. It's hard to use the front door of your apartment when you're dressed like the city's most popular vigilante.

He can smell the delicious mix of herbs and ingredients from the other room. The stress from the day was already melting off him, and he hadn't even spoken to you yet. He'd taken the liberty of slipping out of his suit and into a comfortable pair of sweats and a shirt. Although he did think it was snazzy, after wearing it almost the entire day, he couldn't wait to be out of it.

A pair of familiar strong arms wind around your waist, an even more familiar pair of lips pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You're used to it by now, the unexpected, sneaky greetings late at night. You weren't spooked by him, you rarely were. He likes to think his spidey senses have rubbed off on you.

He breathes in the scent of you, cheek resting onto your shoulder, and you can feel him relax into you.

"Good to see you too baby," you move your head to press a chaste kiss to his head, "how was patrol?"

"Fine," he sounds tired, and it's kind of hot, "stopped that coffee shop you like from being broken into."

"My hero," you chuckle, "now I won't have to miss those delicious chocolate croissants."

He whines lowly in response. It's a stark contrast to how he usually is, all talkative, giddy, boyish grins and jokes, bubbly laughter and strong hugs. Being a superhero will do that to you. Not exactly change you, just tire you out. A lot.

"Tired?" You ask, eyes remaining on the sauce you were preparing. It was a dumb question, of course he's tired, but he always hated admitting it.

To your surprise, he doesn't respond. Instead, he leans down and starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder again. You silently thank your past self for wearing a tank top, so he had plenty of access to your skin.

His lips leave tingles in their wake, your sauce becoming less interesting by the second, until you eventually turn around. You sigh at the sound of him; his hair is messy, his eyebags are prominent and he definitely needs a shower, but boy is he pretty. So pretty.

He lets you take a second to admire him, like he knows you love to do. Hands come up to cup his cheeks, the tiniest bit of stubble scratching against your palms. Your face is graced by an adoring smile, and that alone always lets him know; everything's okay, I got you.

He leans down, lips searching yours again. You happily indulge, one hand sneaking into the hair at the back of his neck. The kiss is longing, practically aching to be closer. You can feel how much he missed you just by the way his hips slide over yours.

His hands settle onto your waist, and for a moment you think he's just going to let them stay there. Of course not, because your boyfriend is anything if not unpredictable. With a gentle grip he lifts you up and turns the both of you around, setting you down onto the counter across the stove.

You giggle through the kiss, and you can feel him smile along with you, but he doesn't let go. It's like he can't, and not in a "help I just got spider powers and now I'm glued to you" way, no, like a "I'm so in love with you that I want this to last forever" way.

His hands settle onto your thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. It's like this is what recharges him. Not food, not water, this is what he survives on. Your pure unconditional affection.

Unfortunately for the two of you, humans do need air to live, so you're forced to pull away after a while. Still, you remain close, noses rubbing together ever so slightly, foreheads leaning against each other.

“You ‘kay sweetie?” Your voice is gentle, not wanting to ruin the tooth achingly sweet moment the two of you are having.

“Mhm…” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just so happy to see you again… I missed you.” he accentuates his words with another kiss. “A lot.”

A warm smile adorns your face when he admits to his longing for you. You know he misses you, he tells you every day, and he knows that the sentiment is returned. You both have your reasons to be missing each other; with Peter being a superhero, he has to be careful, so the reality of any day possibly being his last was… Present. Plus, it’s a busy job. Besides the one he already has.

You just enjoy each other’s presence for a moment, basking in the radiating glow of what could only be described as an aura of love. It was like nothing outside that kitchen mattered anymore, at least not for now. You and Peter against the world, out of your small apartment in Queens.

“Honey?” He asks, and you think he’s going to say something else really sweet and heartwarming to really drive the point home. Until you see the furrow in his brows.

“I think, uh— whatever you were making is burning.”

“Fuck!” You hopped off the counter and went back to the pot of sauce, groaning when you realised the bottom of it was burnt. “It’s fine, I can— I can salvage this.” You looked over at your boyfriend, who had an apologetic smile on his face. “We can make out all you want after I make you dinner, ‘kay?”

“And every day after?” His voice is gentle, his hand resting on your lower back to keep some form of physical contact with you.

“Of course,” you stand on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “every day after too.”

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PREACHERS DAUGHTER- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: you and peter were complete opposites, you the goodie two shoes preachers daughter, him the bad boy next door. yet fate has pulled the two of you together, and you can’t help but feel a certain lust for him.

Warnings: ORAL (fem), teasing, kissing, marking, pet names, best friends falling in luvvv, swearing, weed involved, booze mentioned, praise kink, masturabtion mentioned, lotsss of dirty talk, peter blowing smoke into reader mouth

based of the album- preachers daughter, by ethel cain

It was mesmerizing- the way his fingers moved. 

You felt as if you were under a trance, the watch on the chain swinging back in forth in front of your eyes, hypnotizing you. 

His rings, silver and shining in the pale moonlight the clock hands, the veins that ran up his wrists acted as the numbers that blurred together after some time. 

Each component drew you in as his fingers strummed each string, moving up and down the fingerboard to play each chord, a sweet melody emerging from the instrument. 

Your mind was far, far off from the homework you swore to yourself you would be doing tonight, despite having your best friend over. You knew you couldn't focus on anything but him, yet you let him slip through your window, with the cracked and peeling paint you refused to paint over- because you and Peter were the reason for its damage. 

You refused to change anything he had touched or wrecked, whether that be the broken dresser handle that was hanging on for dear life, or the jumble of photos the two of you had pasted on your walls while drunk out of your minds.

 They looked awful, all crooked and cluttered to fuck, but you didn’t touch them. 

Refused to. If Peter placed them there, that's where they stayed. 

You looked up at them now, gaze focusing on the smiling faces that stared back at you, that watched over your every move- in a comforting sense. Their presence lingered, as you peered back over to Peter, following the sound of strum from the strings, the sound coming to a screeching halt as he suddenly fished for something in his ripped jean pocket. 

He was so beautiful when he was concentrated. 

The subtlety bite of his lip, pearly whites tugging on the flesh with a sense of urgency as his jaw would clench. The way his messy, slightly ruffled russet hair would fall in front of his eyes, rings glimmering as he slid his hand through the locks to push it back into place. 

You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, wanted to tug on them to make him hiss in pleasure, the way he did the one night he had decided to use your thighs as a pillow. Peter's reaction was tenuous, a slight growl escaping from the cage of his clenched teeth.

 You noticed, though. You always noticed, when it came to him. 

“Bunny? You want one?” he asked softly, pre-rolled in blunt twirling between his large fingers, making you stare in awe. 

“Bun?” 

Oh shit, you were staring. 

“N-no Pete it’s okay. I’m good for now.” you smiled, a heat rising to your cheeks as you forced yourself to stare back down at your tattered notebook filled with scribbles and numbers you had no clue what to do with.

 It was better than looking at his fingers and getting caught again. 

Anything was. 

“Alright pretty but you let me know if you want one okay? Your asshole of a father won't find out, if that's what you're worried about.” he chuckled softly, throwing you a wink as he toyed with the drug, a cat with its dinner.

 Of course that's what you were worried about. You were the minister's daughter, a holy saint if there ever was one. The good girl, your father's little angel. 

We have a reputation to uphold Y/L/N. Don't mess it up, or there'll be consequences. Big ones. 

You had followed his words as he did with passages in that dog-eared bible of his, the rosemary beads sprawled out as a bookmark for his pages. 

So, how in the world did Peter Parker- the boy wrapped in sin your father warned you about, end up as your best friend, the man you trusted with your life? You didn't know, but you were thankful for it. 

It made you laugh every time Peter offered you a smoke, he knew your answer had never changed, yet he always offered anyways. He was sweet that way. It was different with weed, you supposed. 

You were always terrified your father would be able to see right through you, be able to sniff the drugs on you like a hound dog. You made excuses for booze. 

Your father provided red wine during Sunday services, the blood of the lord for all to taste, cannibalism in its cleanest, purest form. Counting on two hands the number of times you and Peter had snuck into the old, gothic church your father managed, getting drunk off the wine in the wooden pews under the stained glass windows was impossible. 

You watched as Peter leaned his guitar against the windowsill, grabbing a lighter from his other pocket, the snake tattoos curled and wrapped along his finger seeming to hiss at you in the dim light of your room. 

“Peter?” you called, making his head snap up, the fire from his light diminishing as fast as it came. “C-can I light it for you?” you asked shyly, watching as that boyish grin that you loved so much came to his face, dimples appearing as he took you in, realizing you were serious. 

“You wanna be an angel and help me out eh?” he teased, making you nod frantically. 

Angel. 

The words alone had your toes curling in your thigh-high socks you knew Peter adored, his fingers always seeming to toy with the little black bows whenever he got the chance. He towered over you even more than he already did as he stood, making his way over to where your body was lounging on the ruffled white sheets. 

“Dad’s not home ya know. I forgot about that.” you tugged on your inner cheek, watching as Peter dropped to his knees before you, like a devil about to spread its wings. 

Begging for mercy before you. 

“Does that mean you do wanna hit then?” he asked, blunt between his teeth as your thumb flicked the flame to life, watching the blues and oranges crackle as you lit his joint. 

“Don’t know how.” you shrugged, watching as he exhaled, the sweet sickly smell of weed filling your senses as he exhaled.

 “We can try something if you want bunny. D’trust me?” You nodded, eager to obey his commands. He smiled, rings cold against your chin as he grabbed it lightly, the pads of his fingers slightly calloused from the strings. 

“Say ahh bunny.” You opened your mouth widely, the smoke he had inhaled floating into your mouth as he exhaled, fogging up your lungs. He was so close you could hear the thud of his heartbeat, could feel the soft heat rolling off him in waves to soothe you in a gentle embrace. 

“Atta girl!” he laughed as you felt the sticky taste coat the back of your throat, mouth turning dry as the Saraha.

 “Peter this tastes like shit.” you groaned, coughing and sputtering as he gently slapped your arm. “No swearing. Or else I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” he teased, making you burst out in laughter as he rolled onto the bed, smooshing your lower half with his bodyweight- making you groan as his head lolled. 

You felt your skin warm to the touch with how close he was to you, your legs parted slightly so he could wedge his way between them and rest on you. 

“I gotta do my homework silly.” you smiled as he took another puff, his eyes turning a fair shade of red as he watched the smoke slither upwards.

 “I can be your study buddy if ya want.” 

“I’d get no work done if you were my study buddy. You distract me too much.” you teased, giggling as his hand reached over to tickle your thigh gently. “We’d make such a great team. We could be on the mathletes together bunny.” 

You rolled your eyes at his sly commentary, a hand slipping through the soft, messy tumbles of his hair as he sighed in happiness. Nails began to scratch his scalp soothingly, and his chest began to rumble- purring like a cat as you tended to him. 

Just as you wanted. 

The curtains rustled in the breeze that snaked through the cracked window goosebumps appearing on your bare skin as the papes blew. You looked out through the glass, scoping out the graves that surrounded your house. 

You could map out the entire cemetery as you had lived in this old, creaking house your entire life- could picture every little twisted path and old rusting benches that were scattered. It was peaceful here, the only real company consisted of the ghosts and Peter when he came over to visit. 

Your father was never really present, too busy with the works of the church than his own flesh and blood.

 It was an easy silence between the two of you, one you enjoyed immensely. It was different than the other silences you had dealt with in your lifetime- long and uncomfortable. With Peter, they were pleasant and easy, a place where you could be in your own thoughts and not feel bad about it. 

You were lost in them now, as you looked down at him. 

He’s never looked so beautiful. How did I get so lucky- to score him as my best friend? 

Continuing your head scratches, you let your head lull against the headboard, closing your eyes to tune out the world. He continued to smoke, hand resting on your thigh with each inhale. 

“You got somewhere I can put this angel?” he asked, hand waving as he gestured to the stump of the blunt, the weed diminishing. You hadn't realized how much time had passed, the hands on the clock hoping forward since the last time you had looked over at them. 

“Over there is fine.” you pointed to the little dish on the dresser you had left for him whenever he was over, degrading it whenever your father returned home. 

You didn't comment on how much Peter had smoked, just as you didn't comment on how much whisky your father drank whenever he got mad. 

You didn't care enough. 

He shuffled up, puffing the remainder towards you, the smoke cascading around your cheeks, tickling your eyelashes as the old bed creaked. 

“You’re such a doll, you know that?” You smiled. 

“Maybe. It's not like you tell me allll the time or anything.” you teased, poking fun at how sweet he was to you. No one was as ever kind to you as Peter was. It made your insides tingle, made your skin all sensitive to the touch. 

He smiled that cheeky grin that drove you wild, tapping the ash into the dish before he crushed it with his fingers, rings glittering in the soft candlelight. Your homework was long forgotten at this point, your attention solely focused on the beautiful angel of a man that stood before you at the foot of your bed. 

“Hi.” you waved to him, his hand raising to wave back from across the room. 

“Hi bunny.”

 “Cmere.” you insisted, and he smirked as he crawled onto the bed, the look in his eye hungry as he took you in. You looked at him now, really looked at him as his strong arms slid to each side of you, caging you in his hold. 

He was black and blue, the beautiful melancholy shades in between. The way he loved was different than anything you had experienced before. It was scary, a freefall into the depths of the icy water you were scared to tread. But it was numbing- the way he cared. 

A soft and sweet energy, that pricked you gently like pins and needles. His breath was warm as he refused to break eye contact and you wanted to shrink into the depths of the mattress as you felt yourself cave. 

“I bet you taste so good.” he confessed softly, his words making you shudder with delight. 

You knew where this was going. It was heading down the old beaten path the two of you had stumbled down so many times, when you were both drunk off sin in the walls of the church. 

You liked it. 

“Yeah?”

 “Yeah angel. Mmm god I think about tasting you all the time, your skin, your lips, your fingertips..” he trailed off, head dropping down to your chest, rubbing his nose against the skin of your collarbone. 

You felt your hips wriggle, wetness seeping into your panties. “What do you think they taste like?” you sighed as his teeth gently grazed you, biting into your flesh to mark it as his own. 

“Like cinnamon n sugar. So. Fuckin. Sweet.” he kissed your neck between each word as you gigged softly, his plump lips making you squirm. 

“You’re so addicting baby. The things I wanna do to you…” he smirked, licking a stipe where your silky nightgown dipped, revealing the slight curve of your breasts. 

Heels were dug into the ruffled sheets, the sound of your books falling to the hardwood below echoed as the strong breeze brushed you again. No amount of wind could chill the fire that was burning in your veins right now. 

“But we can’t do them. Cause we’re best friends.” you pouted, running your fingers along the back of his neck, curving them around to trace each vein that pulsed as he shivered. 

“Who says?” he whispered, like he was in a trance, and you felt your dress being pushed up, up, up to pool around your waist, your stomach exposed as his head dipped down towards it. 

“Best friends do everything together bunny. Don't you think about me like I think about you?” he asked mischievously and you nodded frantically.

 “Mmm sometimes.”

 “Cause I think about you alll the time. Think about how good you’d be for me when I’m strokin my dick.” he confessed, shuffling down to trail kisses across your stomach, your legs spreading wider as he found his home between them. 

“Y-yeah?” you whimpered, heart beating so fast you heard the blood racing in your ears, his voice sounding distant. It was hard to focus, but at the same time it was hard to focus on anything but him. 

The human body was a funny thing, sometimes. How yours could bend and contract to his will at the whisper of his voice, at the touch of his skin.

 “Mmm yeah. You make me wanna do such bad bad things. But you’re too sweet for that.” 

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. 

“Peter-” 

“Can I tase you? Please? Just a lil lick, I swear.” 

You moaned at his words alone. How did they sound so sweet, so innocent when there was so much filth behind them? You could never say no to him.

 Never. 

“Please.” you urged, the chill breeze making you tremble as he removed your thong, your knees bent slightly over his shoulders. It happened in a blur, time seeming to jump and snap back again as he had you under his thumb, hanging onto every word he said. 

The first lick sent you into overdrive, body shifting up gears as you crude out his name- hands tugging at his strands of hair as if they were reins. The faint scent of weed trickled through your nose, blemishing your skin and sweat as it trickled. 

You couldn't think. Couldn't move, couldn't speak. 

You and Peter had fooled around before but this…this was new territory. And it felt good. A lick turned into a taste as you heard him growl, tongue stroking through your sensitive folds again. 

“You- you said just a taste-” you panted out, hips thrusting against him as he chuckled.

 “I lied. You should've known.” he teased, eyes meeting yours again- stare so intense you had to look away. 

It was frightening- the eye contact. It was an endless void, a freefall you weren't sure if you'd have a hand to catch you. It was filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, a haziness that made you feel sluggish, like you had drank too much cheap booze, and smoked too many cigarettes. 

You were as breathless as the summer's night outside as he dived back in, malnourished and needy as he devoured you. His lips suctioned around your clit, sucking it sweetly as you wethered and moaned. 

“So so sweet…” he murmured. You felt yourself snap under him as his tongue pushed you over the edge, releasing onto his face as you cried out. His hands tightened their grip around the barricade of your thighs, chin gleaming with your juices as your body shuddered from the aftershocks. 

“That's a girl. My sweet sweet angel.” he sang out, shuffling up to kiss your lips gently, the taste of yourself staining your mouth. You savored his affections, wrapping your arms around his neck, desperate for something to cling to. 

You were scared to let him go, scared he would leave you vulnerable and open like all the others. He sensed your hesitation, rolling over to the side of you, nuzzling his head into your neck as you continued to hold him close. 

“Was I good?” you asked meekly, your biggest fear not being enough for him. 

He just smiled. 

“More than good. The best.” he whispered, kissing your skin. You exhaled a sigh of relief, tension seeping from your bones as you cradled him. 

You heard an owl coo out from the branches of the old oak tree that scratched your house, the wind howling against the old siding. You basked in the emptiness of the room, no one here but the two of you and the peeling posters that peered down at you from the walls.

 He wasn't leaving you. He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed and he was staying with you. He wanted to do this. 

It was hard to think about, hard to wrap your head around it as you had been so shameful of your desires towards him for so long. The old wooden cross that was hung above your bed seemed almost mocking as it reflected in your vanity mirror, a symbol of overcoming sin now with a meaning diminished. 

“You awake?” you asked Peter softly, ripping your eyes from the wood, knowing your father's words would haunt you the longer you were left to your own avail.

 There were so many responses you wanted to spew out to him. 

God loves you- but not enough to save you. 

But you didn’t, to save yourself the abuse of his wrath. 

“Mmm.” he mumbled sleepy, the weed putting him a place of serenity and calm as he synced his breathing with yours. “Did you want me to return the favor?” you mumbled, feeling bad he didn't get the same opportunity you did. 

He just shook his head. “Another time angel. Let me just… lie with you. I like when I just get to be with you like this.” he yawned, bed creaking as he slung his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

 “Okay. Whatever you want.” 

Silence. 

You sighed, flexing your feet, then pointing your toes. The red polish glimmered as the shadows of the wax dripping off the candles bounced off the walls, the smell of the incessant to “hide” the weed smelling of sandalwood. 

A truck rumbled in the distance, its tires rolling against the gravel. Peter sat up, eyes flickering to the headlights that beamed towards the house, making you feel anxious as you clung to the bedsheet. 

Was your father home early? He wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow night, and you knew if he walked in on you and Peter- you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Is he home?” Peter shook his head as he moved towards the window, and you readjusted your nightgown. His hair was messy and rumpled as he stood, hands resting on the windowsill as he peered down.

 A grin was on his face as he turned back to face you, your heartbeat slowing its dangerous pace with an exhale. 

He wasn't home. Or else Peter wouldn't be smiling. 

“Well? Who the hell is at my house at-” Your eyes flickered back to the clock. “Eleven at night?” 

Peter just shrugged, a cheeky look on his face as he walked towards the bedroom door, grip on the brass handle tightening as he swung it wide open. 

You heard the front door open, two familiar voices echoing from down the hallway. 

Bucky and Steve. 

“Look who decided to pay us a visit!” Peter laughed, making you shake your head with a smile. 

Look who decided to visit indeed. 

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[angelstate]

Don't You Know Better?

Pairing: Peter Parker x innocent!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: Argument, Mention of kidnaping (nobody is kidnapped) emotional breakdown.

Summary: you always try to see the best in people, that often lead you to bad situations and your boyfriend is tired of you not knowing better.

Words: 2.5k!

Peter was mad, you knew that just by the way he was clenching his jax and furrowing his eyebrows without looking at you. just sitting in his desk chair in pure silence.

Silence you didn't dare to break because you were aware that no explanation you gave would be good enough to calm the anger boiling in his chest.

In your mind the events that lead to this awkward silence in Peter's room was still playing in your head, you went through every little detail before he appeared to save the day but nothing seem sketchy to you about the man you tried to help, so maybe it was just bad luck what didn't really happened or in Peter's words "what he stopped from happening".

________________

(flashback!)

you were cleaning the outside tables of the coffee shop you worked since it was already closing time and all costumers had left, it was just you outside, your coworker was inside cleaning the coffee machine since it had been a really busy day.

winter had already started so you had your jacket and your scarf on because of how cold it was outside.

while you were cleaning the table you heard steps coming from somewhere and before you could even turn around, a person was already touching your shoulder and making you face them.

you jumped slightly on your place you didn't saw him coming and placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating a little fast.

"hi! i'm y/n and I'm sorry but we just closed so we can't serve you" you introduced yourself and quickly explained that you couldn't sell him any coffee for the cold weather.

"oh, i didn't approach because of coffee." the man spoke and took a step back from you to give you more space.

"no? is there anything i cant help you with?" you asked and put your hands in you the pockets of your jacket because the air was cold.

"actually yes, i saw a girl crying two blocks from here and was wondering if you could help me to calm her down" he explained and smiled at you before pointing to the direction you guessed he saw the girl.

"oh! yeah, i could help but i need to finish cleaning her" you explained and turned to face the table you were cleaning but the man turned you towards him again.

"she was crying really hard, i really think she needs help" he looked a bit desperate and worried.

you thought about leaving for 5 minutes to help the girl and then running back and finish cleaning up since you had just two more tables to clean before you could go home.

"uh- okay but we should be quick i have to finish cleaning" you gave in and the man just nodded and started walking towards the direction the girl was.

"so, what's your name?" you walked a bit faster so the both of you were walking side by side.

"uh it's- tyler" he gave you a quick smile.

"nice to meet you, Tyler." you smiled back at him and looked around, this street at night always gave you chills because of the big shadows the buildings would made since there weren't a lot of street lights that worked. It was one of the bad things of living in new York.

"yeah nice to meet you" he answered and also started to look around.

"was she crying hard?" you asked while you searched for tissues in your pocket, if the girl was crying then she would need them to clean her face a bit.

"who?" Tyler looked confused before he quickly spoke again. "oh, yeah she was a mess"

"poor lady, it most have been a rough night for her" the thought of her getting bad news or something bad happening to the lady made you feel bad for her. It must been a rough night and she really could use a little bit of sympathy.

you walked till where you supposed the woman would be there was no one, the restaurant you stopped in front of was closed already, you could see the staff walking and cleaning the place but other than that there was no one else.

"maybe she went home already" you said and started to look around, the woman couldn't have gone away in just 5 minutes.

"maybe we should walk just one more block to make sure she really did go home" tyler spoke, looked behind you and grabbed your arm.

he started to walk a bit faster and you hurried to match his steps but it felt like he was almost running.

you started hearing footsteps behind you and before you could even turned around to check you felt someone grab your arm and pulling you towards them.

it was... spiderman?

"oh! hi spiderman" you said in a friendly tone and a little bit out of breath, you already knew who was behind the mask since it was literally your boyfriend of 3 years. what you weren't so sure about is why he approached you with the spiderman suit on

"hi miss! nice too see you again, who is your friend?" Peter spoke and looked at the man, the eyes on his suit widen and suddenly peter stood up in front of you covering you with his body.

"hey! I also remember you." Peter said and you peek a bit only to see the face of 'tyler' turn pale and he's expression fell into one of concern and fear?

"i think you got the wrong person, but nice too met you spiderman" tyler took a few steps, trying to get away from the situation but Peter didn't let him walk far.

"hey! Why are you scared?" Peter said in a sarcastic tone and started walking towards him with a fast pace.

Tyler didn't answered and just kept walking away, peter catch up fastly and grabbed him by the arm.

"don't walk away, i want to know what were you doing before i got here, was there someone needing help?" Peter spoke again and pulled tyler by the arm.

"he saw a girl crying and we were going to help her" you spoke this time and gave the two of them a kind smile, trying to calm the situation.

"a girl crying huh? wasn't that the same emergency you had the other day?" Peter questioned tyler and you saw how he tighten the hold he had on his arms.

"yeah, right. But i guess the girl left already" tyler answered and tried to get off of Peter's hold.

"next time you should call someone instead of distracting people, im always in the neighborhood" peter finally released him from his grip, tyler rubbed the place on his arms that peter was holding.

"the girl isn't here anymore right? You can go now. nobody is in danger anymore" peter said and took a few steps back to get close to you again.

You saw how Tyler mumbled something before walking away fastly, almost running away. you kept looking at him until he disappeared at the end of the street.

You were about to speak but Peter shushed you up.

"let's go home" peter said sternly and grabbed your wrist before starting to walk away.

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(present!)

ok, maybe there were a few things off about the situation but it could have been coincidence or pure bad luck.

it's New York after all, anything and everything happens in the streets, especially at night. If you could help someone in distress you would always do it.

You couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, just like him, you had a passion for helping people in need.

"i'm sorry" you whispered.

Peter's eyes snapped towards you, he was looking at you with anger and frustration. his stare made you feel small and like a prey in the gaze of a predator.

"why are you sorry?" Peter asked.

You didn't know what you were sorry for, the situation didn't felt sketchy so you didn't felt sorry for trying to help. You felt a little sorry for leaving your work without finishing cleaning but that wasn't even on Peter's knowledge so why would you apologize about that.

You had nothing you felt sorry for.

"i don't know" you answered and looked at your hands that were resting on your lap.

"then why are you apologizing?" Peter questioned you again, his tone stern and harsh.

it was like you were 9 years old again and your father was scolding you for doing bad on your math exam.

"because..." you took a deep breath.

"because i didn't think through" you admitted.

and it was true, most of the time if not all the time you always believe what people tell you, you don't understand why anyone would like about certain things to bring you trouble.

"like?" Peter pressed and you weren't sure what he wanted you to say until you thought for a second.

"like... always" you whispered and started chewing on your bottom lip out of shame and guilt.

"like always." Peter repeated and when you looked up you noticed this time his gaze was just stern, you knew his anger hadn't vanished but the fact you owned up to your mistake made peter a little bit more calm.

"i know the guy you were with" peter said and stood up.

he started walking towards you, when he was in front of you he got on his knees to be on your eye level since you were sitting on the bed.

"he isn't a good person, do you want to know what he does?" peter asked and you shook your head.

You didn't want to know, Tyler was a bad person, that was enough information for you. You didn't want the details of his doings.

"he kidnaps girls" peter told you either way. He wanted you to know what the man does, he needed you to realize that could have happened to you this night.

"he does horrible things to them, y/n." you shook your head, not denying what he was saying. You just didn't want to keep listening.

"that would have been your fate if i didn't arrived in time" peter said and placed his hands on your thighs.

"no..." you shook your head and covered you face with your hands.

"yes. you could have ended badly hurt" peter emphasized and started rubbing your thighs softly.

you whimpered in distress and felt how your eyes filled with tears, you now knew that tyler was bad and what he does. You didn't want to imagine him doing does things to you.

"i understand." you whispered and uncovered your face, your face hanging low to hide your face from peter.

"don't you know better?" Peter asked, this time more to himself.

He sometimes couldn't believe how naive you were, how you believed everything and everyone. Just because you don't lie and aren't bad didn't meant everyone else is the same.

peter didn't know how to make you understand that, he wished he could take the part of you that was so naive and give it a reality check so you wouldn't end in bad situations like this.

he stopped this from happening, he has stopped before a lot of bad things from happening, but what would happen if one day he was too late.

You could end up being hurt badly, so many horrible thing could be done to you and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if that ever happened to you.

He was a super hero and was ready to save you anytime you needed, but couldn't you also try and avoid needing to get saved?

"i do" you answered and rubbed your eyes with the hill of your hands, trying to get rid of the tears in your eyes. you felt like you would lose control at any moment.

"then why do i have to always save you" peter rested his forehead on your lap.

He was stressed, frustrated and even angry at you, but he knew he couldn't be to harsh on you. he would love for you to just understand without needing to be scolded but every time he used the gentlest approach you would never fully understand him.

It was complicated, he needed to be stern but also couldn't be too stern. You were fragile like a porcelain doll, needing the most gentle hands to deal with you because one wrong move could shatter you.

"i just wanna help people" you felt the tears forming again in your eyes, your cheeks felt hot and your clothes were getting uncomfortable.

"then help yourself and stay out of trouble" peter gave you a little kiss on your right thigh before looking up only to find you fighting the urge to breakdown.

he hurriedly stood up and hugged you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and started sobbing your heart out.

Peter's heart broke at the sound of your sobs, usually you would just stay quiet when he scolded you for doing something careless in the hopes of being able to help people.

He never really had you breaking down out of pure guilt or shame because of the situation you had put yourself in.

Peter started humming a sof tune and rocking side by side, trying to calm you down. His his right hand he started playing with your hair while his right hand rubbed your back softly.

he let you let cry with your face pressed against his abdomen, he felt how his shirt got wet because of your tears but didn't care.

You needed to cry all you felt necessary, he wouldn't mind having his shirt wet.

After almost 10 minutes you finally managed you calm down a little, hiccups were leaving your mouth and you were sniffling a little.

"I'm sorry" that was the first thing you said after calming down.

"it's alright" peter said.

"is not, i made a mistake. Im sorry, pete." you continued to apologize.

You felt horrible for what you've done, you always want to help people but it always seem like to end up being the one who needs help.

It was frustrating that you never could tell if someone had good intentions because you always focused on the good things about them.

"i know you're sorry, it's ok" peter reassured you and made you stand up in front of him, he took a hold of your face with his hands.

"everything is ok now, i know you had good intentions but you need to be more cautious and be really sure that someone needs help." Peter smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you.

"ok..." you whispered against his lips before kissing him too.

The kiss was full of emotions, sealing the apologies and making up for the mistakes that occured tonight.

You would learn to be more cautious, to analyze and realize if someone is sketchy. You didn't want to get hurt and let peter feel guilty because of your mistakes.

You would learn and lean your best intentions to animals in need rather tan humans for a while.

Rescuing puppies seem like the safest option for helping someone in need.

you would learn to know better, but for now you would rather kiss your boyfriend and make up for the bad events of tonight.

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #peter parker angst #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x fem #peter parker smut #spiderman x you #spiderman fic

[moon-fics]

The Truth-Peter Parker

A/n: Ok, so the original angst fic I wanted to post is taking longer than I thought to finish. Here's a shorter angst-to-fluff fic that I think you'll enjoy!

Summary: Peter has been different recently and you don't like it.

Warning: Swears, Peter being stupid

Today is not your day, not even close. You realize that while staring down at the chapter text you didn't study for. You always tell yourself college grades are the most important thing in your life, but somehow you fucked this one up. Probably because your best friend has been on and off the grid for the past month.

You choose random answers for half a page, rubbing your forehead in frustration as the questions get harder. You glance over your shoulder to see Peter in the back of the class, practically breezing through the test. Of course, you aren't surprised seeing as he's already an expert in organic chemistry. You mentally curse him out for being smart enough not to study.

You still have five questions unanswered but at this point, you're at a low. With a deep breath you write down random answers you hope are bullshit enough to be accepted. You quickly stand from your chair, placing the test on the professor's desk. You get the shortest look at the class, half of them are already gone. You grab your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder. Right as you pass the professor's desk you hear shuffling from the very back, knowing it's Peter.

You don't spare him a glance, speeding up as you walk through the campus halls. You're about to turn the corner towards the exit when you hear footsteps gaining on you. You don't have to look to know who it is.

You push open the doors, heading straight to your car in hopes Peter doesn't reach you. Sadly, today is really not your day.

You only get halfway through the parking lot when he calls out to you. You can't pretend to not hear him because even a senile old man would. With a heavy sigh, you turn on your heel and watch him approach you.

"Hey, what's the rush?" He asks innocently, stopping a few feet in front of you. He hasn't even broken a sweat but he's breathing like he's run a mile. "I saw that you didn't do too well on the test." He tries to strike up a conversation.

"How would you know that? You were in the back of the class." You raise an eyebrow, genuinely wondering how he'd know that. You watch his face change as he tries to come up with a reason. It's either going to be a lie or he'll brush it off. That's what he's been doing recently, lying to you or avoiding you altogether.

"You left in a bad mood." He answers, shrugging his shoulders. You decide not to press further, knowing it'll lead nowhere. "You should have asked if you needed help, I could have rambled about organic chemistry until you'd become a secondhand expert!" This makes you lose your politeness.

"When could I have asked you?" You scoff, crossing your arms. "We barely talk and when I text you I get left on delivered." You point out with a frown. You could probably pull up his contact and scroll through the constant unanswered messages that are paired with random texts from him, usually at unreasonable hours. At one point you tried matching whatever sleep schedule he's on, but eventually had to stop for your sanity.

Peter nods his head, not defending himself. "I know I've been busy, I should have tried to talk to you more." He says in a genuine tone. He looks down at the asphalt, rubbing the back of his neck. You can't lie, even when you're close to ditching him in the parking lot, he looks good. "I promise that I'm not distracted anymore, I swear on my test score!" His eyes shift to look at you, his head ducked down a bit still. He looks adorable at that angle.

"And I'm supposed to care why?" You shift your weight onto one leg, the weight of your backpack making your back ache. A part of you wants to just forgive him and pretend like the past few weeks didn't happen, the other half wants to reject him and drive home.

"I was hoping we could hang out, you know like friends do." He chuckles. If his smile wasn't so perfect you'd call him insane, maybe even dramatically march away. Instead, you find yourself excited about the idea of spending time with him again. Your heart betraying your stubborn brain.

"And if I were to say yes, what would we do?" You enquire, pretending to not be interested. It's too bad you never made the starring role in any school plays.

"I'd order us pizza and invite you to watch a movie at my apartment." You've forgotten how much his internships are paying him, OSCORP definitely loves him. "I'll even buy those cupcakes you loved from that bakery." That catches your interest.

"Hmm, I'll have to see." You pretend to think, making him groan. You both know you're more than free, but you enjoy tormenting him. Honestly, spending time with Peter while eating free food is a double win. "I guess I'll do it." You relent, watching as his smile grows even more. You can see his eyes brighten once you agree, making your heart race.

"Perfect, Friday night at 6 o'clock!" He details, and you mentally note it. There's no way you'd miss it, not for the world.

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It's pouring rain when you finally reach his apartment, you're dripping down the hallway. You know how to get to his apartment by heart having done it so much. The hallway filled with apartment doors is warm enough to keep you from shivering.

You reach his door, knocking a few times. You wait awkwardly, noticing how dead quiet it is. You hope he has clothes you can borrow so yours can dry, wet clothes are anything but comfortable.

You wait a few seconds before knocking again, still having hope about tonight. You assure yourself he's probably listening to music or in the shower. You send him a text letting him know you're outside.

After a few minutes, you call him, becoming impatient. The warmth of the hallway is no longer enough, your skin covered in bumps and your teeth chattering. There's no answer, you go straight to voicemail.

You don't want to believe he's not home. You try to come up with an excuse, anything that could stop the ache in your chest. However, you've been in this situation before. You know how tonight will end and it doesn't include free pizza and cupcakes.

You wait five more minutes before you have no patients left in you. You turn away from the door, heading back down the hallway, into the elevator, and back into the rainy night. On the way out you open his contact, sending one last message telling him to forget about it.

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You wake up to the sound of your ringtone blaring in your ears. With a sleepy groan, you pick up your charging phone, seeing Peter's contact name in bold letters. You stare at the call, turning your sound off. You wait until the call ends before checking the time, seeing it's almost 3AM. No way in hell are you answering his calls this early in the morning, not after he stood you up.

You put your phone down, rolling away from it on your bed. You just want to sleep the day away, feeling disgusting from getting caught in the rain.

You fall asleep for a few hours before hearing a knock. You groggily sit up, heading to your bedroom door. You assume it's your roommate but when you open the door no one is there. You hear the knocking again, it's from your window.

Your body tenses, fear creeping up your back. You don't want to turn around in case your childhood fears were real and there's a killer on your fire escape.

There's a third round of knocks that come in a specific rhythm. You know that knock and you kind of wish it was a killer instead. You don't want to see Peter, but it's too late to act as if you're still asleep. Even if you did go back to sleep, you have no choice but to look at him while walking to your bed.

You know you'll regret this decision later, but you head to your window anyway. You lean on the windowsill, glaring daggers into Peter's soul through the glass. He gets the message instantly, giving you a pleading look. He points to the lock on your window, silently asking you to open it.

You huff, unlocking the window and pushing it open. You're itching to chew him out, to confront him about making you feel like shit. You want to get the first word, but the moment the window opens Peter is speaking.

"I'm so so so sorry! I promise I didn't leave you hanging on purpose!" He begins, talking at the speed of sound. He's sweating, his hair flat compared to his usual updo. "Something came up and I couldn't check my phone!" Another excuse.

"Just say you forgot and let me sleep." You grumble, eye locked with his. He knows you aren't messing around and that this is the last straw. He's fucked up for the last time and now he's grasping at anything to fix it. "At least spare me the truth."

"I swear I'm telling the truth, there was an emergency and I tried to get to my apartment in time." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He's still withholding the truth and you know you'll never get it like this.

"Alright, Peter, I'm done." You pat your legs before reaching to shut your window. Before you can even touch the wooden frame, something sticky touches your wrist. Your eyes land on a white substance pulling on your skin slightly. You follow the string down to Peter's wrist, his eyes wide. There's a wristband with some sort of mechanism on it. "What the fuck?"

Before you can think he's climbing through your window, disconnecting his web from his wrist. You stare at the substance still attached to you, it reminds you of a spider's web. Spiderweb.

"OH, MY-" Peter places a hand over your mouth, shushing you. His palms are rough but warm. Your eyes are wide and the tips of your fingers are numb as things slowly get put into place in your mind.

"Please, don't scream," Peter begs, slowly removing his hand from your mouth. Your jaw is on the floor and you both know you have a lot to talk about.

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Not in a million years did you expect tonight to go like this. You did not foresee Peter confessing to being Spider-Man or sitting on a rooftop as he explains his powers. You have no idea what time it is, but the sun is beginning to rise.

"So, this whole time you've been fighting crime and going to college?" That's the thing you can't wrap your head around. He has amazing grades, you're even jealous of him for it. You're trying to figure out how he doesn't pass out all the time from exhaustion.

"Yeah, I've been balancing everything." He admits. Your heart pangs at the idea of him wearing himself out constantly and then still trying to make time for you. "I promise if last night wasn't a serious emergency I would have been there." He shakes his head.

For the first time in a while, you believe him. "You shouldn't beat yourself up about it." You comfort him, rubbing his back. Now that you know the full truth, everything makes sense. You don't feel bad for being upset, but you can't hold onto the anger anymore.

"I tried so hard to make any time for you," He mumbles, watching the sunrise and the sky changes colors. "Every time I thought about messaging you or even talking to you, someone would commit a crime." He chuckles, handing his head between his knees.

"Well, now that I know I forgive you." You num, nudging him playfully. Honestly, knowing he's a secret superhero makes him ten times more attractive. "Besides, now I know you aren't trying to avoid me." You joke.

"Avoid you? Never." He scoffs, wrapping an arm around you. "If anything you're one of the reasons I fight for this city. I want you to live in a place that's protected." There's a long silence as you digest his words, trying to figure out if he's saying what you think he is. After an awkward amount of quiet, he speaks again, "I just want to make sure I wasn't being too subtle, I've been in love with you since freshman year." He says bluntly, putting it all out in the air.

"Oh." That is all you can say. The guy you've had a crush on has liked you for the same amount of time and all you can say is 'Oh'. You really need to slap yourself.

"Oh." He repeats, tapping his knees. "So, uhm, I love this chat I've created." He thins his lips, trying not to look directly at you.

It takes a second but your brain finally catches up with your heart. You turn to face him, your eyes are wide. You grip his arm as if he's leaving. "OH!" Your voice raises in a few octaves, "You're in love with me!"

"Yeah, I am." He laughs, taking your hand in his. Your heart is slamming against your chest, trying to find the correct words to say.

"I'm in love with you, too!" You shout, finally forming words. You sound extremely stupid and socially broken. "I just thought you were a dick!"

"No, you were right. I was being a dick." Peter nods his head with a smile on his face. You don't disagree with him, instead, you keep your eyes on his face. You're soaking up his features, taking in every pore and micro-scar on his face. "But I wish I had confessed sooner."

"I wish you did too, but I'm glad it's now instead of never." You lean your head on his shoulder, hand still in his. He brushes his finger over the back of your palm. "Besides, now we can be one of those couples at graduation who post like fifty photos." You tease.

"Couple?" His head snaps to look at you, "You still want to date me?" He asks in such a quiet voice, almost unsure you'll say yes. It shatters your heart to see him like this, believing that years of friendship and pining will go away after a couple rough patches.

"Oh, I'd date the fuck out of you," You nod your head with a serious look. His expression brightens more than before, and his free hand reaches to touch your face.

"Can I please kiss you?" He asks, his lips about to graze yours.

"If you don't I think I might jump off this roof." You lean closer and Peter doesn't hesitate to meet you halfway. The kiss is rough for just a second before mellowing out. You don't realize how much you've been craving this until it's actually happening.

He finally pulls away for air, resting his forehead on yours. "Holy shit." He gasps, trying to catch his breath. "I think this is the best moment of my life."

"It better be." You respond, going in for another kiss.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x fem #spider man x you #spiderman x you #spider man x reader #spider man x y/n #spiderman #tasm!peter parker angst #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you

[alorawhora]

The avengers quest

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Also she is a Stark.

A/N: This took very long for no reason other then that i couldn't finish it for the life of me. I tried my best to write the characters as i think they'd be but i feel eeryone writes them diffrently so...

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, established relationship, Peter being an anxious cute guy, protective Tony (i am a sucker for fics with protective dad Tony), One daddy joke (once again a sucker for a daddy kink but it's only mentioned once) and i think that's about it

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You and Peter have always felt something for each other.                                                                                You first met when your dad said he wanted introduce to his teenage intern, which you were surprised by. He never interacted much with teenagers besides his daughter.

When you first saw each other you both felt something through your entire body. The feeling couldn’t exactly be described but it was sort of like a need to get closer to each other both physically and emotionally.

After you two met you would sometimes see him in the lab and after a while just started to hang out and watch movies or play videogames. Though you thought you both felt something Peter hadn’t made any move, so you decided that he probably didn’t like you.

That was until you told him you were going on a date with a guy and in a fit of jealousy he told you how he felt.

After that you two decided that you would try dating but keep it a secret for now so it doesn’t change anything at the compound.

For now things were going well. Your father hasn’t found out anything yet and  you hadn’t got the idea that any of the avengers knew (Natasha and Wanda excluded cause their THE besties).

You were watching a movie in the afternoon when you heard a knock at the door.                                        As you opened the door there stood Peter leaning on the side of the doors frame turning to you with a smirk.

‘’Hey baby, did you order a big pizza with some sexy spider toppings?’’

You broke out laughing/cringing while he was happy he made you laugh.

‘’No, I ordered a akward boy who can stop a bus with his bare hand, but can’t take my bra off without me having to turn around.’’

‘’That’s easy for u to say, you wear one every day I have no experience.’’

‘’No that was very clear.’’

As you both walked over to your bed you guys got into a cuddling position. Legs tangled, your head on his chest and his arms around you. It started it off with a kiss on your head which let to a kiss, which let to a make out session. As you straddled his lap he started to take off your bra.

‘’Hey! You did it!’’

‘’Thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank my aunt and Mister Stark and-‘’

‘’You’re really talking about my dad, while we’re doing this?’’

Peter smiled apologetically ‘’sorry..’’ he mumbled

‘’It’s okay, only because you’re so cute.’’

As you continued the door suddenly flew open.

Both you and Peter looked to the door in horror.

‘’Pocket sized stark and Spiderling?!’’

‘’Pointbreak?!’’ ‘’Thor?!’’ both you and peter were scream whispering.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’So, I’m just gonna go.’’

Thor turned around and just left without closing the door.

After a few seconds of you staring at the door Peter started kissing you neck again.

‘’Peter….’’ You whispered.

‘’Hm.’’ He hummd.

‘’Are you for real right now?’’

‘’What? I just wanna kiss you so bad.’’ He whined and putt your bra on right.

‘’Thor’s gonna tell everyone!’’ You said as you got off peters lap.

‘’There’s nothing you can do about it now. It’s a Friday so he’ll go to a bar and drink                            and fall asleep on his bed absolutely drunk and won’t tell anyone.’’’

‘’The best you can do now is kiss me because I’ll die if I don’t get to kiss you more.’’ Peter said with a bit of a desperate voice

‘’Fine, but if he tells someone drunk, he can also tell everyone we’ve broken up.’’

‘’Then he can also tell everyone I passed away because I can’t live without you.’’

You started to fight off the smile that just wouldn’t go away.

‘’You’re so cheesy.’’

You straddled his lap again and took off your top and bra.

‘’Hey, I was finally starting to get the hang of it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah just take off your clothes and fuck me already.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

As you went to get breakfast the next morning (Barely being able to walk).                                            You see Thor standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how the microwave works.

He saw you and his face looked like you’ve saved his life

‘’Hey pocket sized Stark, do you know how this weird thing works?’’ You had to hold in your laugh as you said.

‘’Hey pointbreak, yeah I’ll help you IF you do something for me in return.’’

‘’Of course milady, what is it?’’

‘’Well you remember when you walked in on me and Peter-‘’

‘’’Having sex? Yeah of course! But don’t worry its totally a normal thing and luckly I know Peter doesn’t have a small-‘’

‘’NO that’s not what I meant! I just need you to not tell anyone about us.’’

‘’Uhm.sure but you might wanna talk to Sam aswell about it.’’

‘’WHAT?!’’ You groaned. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Peter and just immediately have followed Thor. You showed Thor how the microwave works and he thanked as you quickly started sprinting away to find Sam.

You spend some 5 minutes running around the compound to find him                                                 infront of the tv with bucky. Sam layed full wide across the couch with Bucky standing next to the couch with his hands in his pockets. As they saw you Sam started screaming ‘’Peter! Peter! Yes!’’

‘’Yes?’’ Peter asked as he walked in. Seeing you stand there he immediately knew why they said that and started blushing from embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes and said.

‘’Ha ha very funny. Now I need you guys to not tell anyone before my father finds out.’’

‘’You might wanna talk to Steve then…’’

You groaned annoyed and started to search for Steve with Peter running close behind you.

‘’Did you talk to thor?’’

‘’Yes and he told Sam, and Sam told Bucky and Steve. So now I have to talk to Steve’’

‘’We, I’ll go with you.’’

‘’Alright, just don’t slow me down.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

After a while you found him in the gym working out. Probably breaking another gym equipmrnt.                                                  You stopped and stared for a bit at his muscles.

‘’Wow make it more obvious you want him more then me.’’

‘’Alright calm down, you are the reason I cant walk properly and also like you don’t stare at Natasha.’’

‘’THAT WAS ONE TIME! I stare at you constantly you can ask that to her!’’

‘’It’s fine, she would eat you anyway if you hurt me or try to flirt with her.’’

‘’Ha ha.’’

‘’I’m not joking.’’

‘’Don’t you have to talk to Steve?’’

‘’We right?’’ Peter rolled his eyes which you chose to ignore.

You walked in and Steve immediately said.

‘’I know you’re here to talk about me not telling anyone about you two.’’

‘’How?’’ both you and Peter said.

‘’Sam texted me and saying and I quote ‘The love-insects are on the move’.’’

‘’PLEASE tell me you didn’t tell anyone.’’

‘’Only Natasha’’

‘’Oh great, she already knew’’ you sighed in relief. Peter immediately whipped his head towards you

‘’Wait you told her?!’’ Peter asked.

‘’Yeah well she knows about everything, also Wanda knows by the way.’’

‘’Of course..’’

Suddenly Steve interrupted you two.

‘’Oh and I also told Bruce!’’

Just as he said that FRIDAY started speaking out of your phone.

‘’Mr. Stark requests you and Peter appearance in the lab.’’

‘’Why don’t I just go jump out of a window?’’ Peter asked

‘’No, I can handle my father’’ You said.

‘’I can’t.’’

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You both walked into the lab. You walked in confidently you were ready to defend you and Peter’s relationship. Peter however was shaking. He held your hand in a death grip as you walked in.  Afraid it might the last time he gets to.

As you walked in your father was leaning on a desk with a disapproving look on his face.

You felt Peter get more anxious the closer you got.                                                                                           As reassurance you gently squeezed his hand and you felt him get just a little less tense.

Tony looked at your collided hands and start shaking his head.

‘’So, it’s true.’’

As Peter wished Nat would come in and eat him already, you knew that as cringy as it                    is, your father just wants what’s best for you. You let go of Peter’s hand                                            and he took that as a sign to step back a bit and  leave you two to talk.

‘’So, I putt a roof above your head and you decide to repay me back be lying to                                     me for about how long?’’

‘’I’m so sor-‘’ Your dad cut you off dramatically with a hand infront of your mouth.

‘’How. Long.’’

‘’6 months.’’ He once again dramatically sighed and called Peter forward.                                                Your boyfriend looked like he was about to shoot webs out of his butt as he slowly shuffled   forwards.

‘’So, I give you your superhero dream and YOU repay me by sleeping with my daughter.’’ 

‘’Excuse me Sir, but you know its not just about sex.’’

‘’Alright well, you didn’t have to confirm what we do.’’

Peter ignored what you said as he looked at you and smiled

‘’She’s my everything. Whether I’m angry, sad, happy or confused about what I’m feeling, when I look at her. I feel my chest glowing, like it’s going to explode. I can’t fight off the smile that grows on my lips when I see her laugh. And yes I do have a physical attraction but even then I’m trying to be focused on her needs the most. It feels like everything I do is for her and in return I get that glowing feeling and strong smile.’’’

‘’Can you get more cheesy?’’ Tony said with an eye roll.

‘’Just because you can’t be romantic doesn’t mean its cringe.’’ You said

‘’Oh please, you believe that? I mean I love the kid but I saw in his google search ‘’Y/n Stark hot pictures’’ I will never get over that.’’ You giggled a little.

‘’What I said was true and Sir I would love your blessing to date your daughter.’’

‘’You don’t need his blessing to date me, I love him but it’s my love life.’’ You said reassuring him

‘’I know my love, but let me at least try to kiss your dad’s ass.’’

It wasn’t quiet for long with you trying to hold in your laugh, your father trying not to send Peter to an early grave and Peter saying as quickly as possible.

‘’Heard it as soon as I said it , just leave it alone.’’

‘’Let’s leave this all alone and have you two stop whatever you’re doing.’’

‘’Sir, you know there is no other guy that can treat and protect your daughter better then me.’’

‘’Alright, one dinner. Where in you will show me how you will treat my daughter perfectly AND if I then give you my blessing I will not HEAR or SEE any things past a little kiss.’’

‘’Sir yes sir!’’ Peter said very happily since he can now finally show off his girlfriend to the people that matter to him.

You yourself felt very happy. You and your father actually have a great relationship and because of that he’s very protective of you. You felt bad having to lie about something important in your life or more someone.

‘’Thank you so much daddy!’’ You said as you hugged

‘’What are you thanking me for?” Peter said

‘’Forget the dinner. I would rather say captain popsicle is a mediocre man then ever see you two again in the same room. Breathing the same air.’’

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x fem #marvel mcu #spiderman #marvel #peter parker #the avengers #tony stark #stark reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader

[stevenssacrab]

Chicken Noodle Soup

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Summary: When you're feeling under the weather, Peter saves the day with some classic chicken noodle soup

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Reader is sick

Word Count: 0.7k

a/n: I'm feeling a little sick thus, this baby was born, wish I had a Peter to take care of me.

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You felt like shit and probably looked like it, this sickness was kicking your ass, and no amount of medication helped; you just had to let it run its course; you've been tossing and turning in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering your body but you felt like you were freezing to death, your nose red and raw from the constant sneezing and blowing, you lost track of how much aspirins you'd taken for the killer headache you had since you first started getting sick, with the constant pounding everything seemed way too bright, currently sucking on some halls, to soothe the irritation in your throat, your cheeks hollow, you haven't had the energy to eat much, you've lost a few pounds, and it showed in your face.

"Add chicken and let simmer for 10 minutes," Peter repeated to himself; following May's instructions, Peter grabbed the cutting board and rinsed, placing it on the drying rack, opening the cabinet, grabbed a medium-sized bowl, and carefully poured it into the bowl, taste testing it making sure it was perfect. He delicately held the bowl and placed it onto the tray, accompanied by a glass of orange juice and some saltine crackers. He cautiously walked to your bedroom; you were sleeping, your face contorted in discomfort; even in sleep, you couldn't find peace; he quietly placed the tray on your nightstand.

"Y/N, wake up; it's time to eat," Peter whispered and gently shook you awake; you groaned softly and opened your eyes, landing on Peter's sweet face; you smiled lightly; it didn't matter how you felt you were always happy to see Peter, your eyes shifted to the tray and your smile broadened, Peter never failed to impressive you, he had always been so thoughtful and caring, you hadn't asked him to make food in the first place, he came up with it all on his own, it's how you knew his heart is in the right place, you'd kiss him right now if it weren't for your current state.

"What's this?" you asked, smiling brightly at him. You reached for the tray, but Peter beat you to it, lightly placing the tray on your lap, "You made this?" you croaked out; this cold hasn't been easy on your voice and throat.

"I made it for you," Peter smiled bashfully, lifting a spoonful to your mouth; you accepted it happily and groaned loudly. Peter's eyes widened, fearing the worst, but you snatched the spoon out of Peter's hand and spooned more soup into your mouth; groaning again, Peter let out a hardy laugh, watching as you practically inhaled the soup.

"Here, drink some juice," he smiled brightly, handing you the glass; you eagerly grabbed the glass, almost drinking the whole thing in one go. You had no idea you were this hungry, but you felt this soup warm up your soul. It was so good.

"Ahh, man, that's good," you sighed happily, "great job, Pete, it's perfect," you beamed and then returned to inhaling the soup.

"I also brought some medication to help you, some DayQuil and NyQuil, and some Pedialyte," Peter said, pulling a ray of medications out of the little care package he made for you, " I want you to rest. I don't want you to do anything; I'll be here if you need anything, okay?" Peter questioned; you nodded your head.

"When did you make this?" You quizzed, dipping a saltine cracker into the soup; Peter grinned.

"I made it at home with May and heated it up when I got here," he said matter of factly.

'Is all this from scratch?'

"Yes, it's from scratch, down to the noodles," he beamed.

"I had no idea you could cook so well," you say, impressed further. Peter laughs in shock, "Oh no, thank May, she basically made the whole thing; I just added the chicken when I got here and heated it up," Peter says, slightly embarrassed, rubbing his neck sheepishly; you laugh lightly.

"It's okay, Peter. I still love it, and thank Aunt May," you smiled. Peter leaned into your touch, caressing the hand holding him, and kissed the inside of your palm; you smiled bashfully; you grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the broth, licking your lips, satisfied with your meal.

“Thank you, Pete, it was delicious,” you kissed his forehead; Peter grinned and held your hand.

“Okay, get some rest, baby,” he utters, lifting the tray from your lap and exiting the room; getting one last look in, you shift comfortably in your bed, sighing happily, already feeling ten times better.

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[berrieluv]

gross!Peter Parker, angsty smut ?? (if that's possible), kinda an argument, peter feeling insecure, somnophilia, piss kink, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of Peter gaining weight, mentions of peter thinking on non-con, male masturbation, idk what else. this kinda wanted to turn into an angst.

i swear this is the last gross!peter parker, i just had to write it.

"Peter did you wash your hands?" You asked while looking at him eating fries, the ketchup tainting his fingers and him cleaning them with his tongue.

You weren't a genius or a time traveler, but you knew Peter was jerking off a moments ago before you arrived home. It was borderline concerning how much he could go in a day, seeing his hand without his cock was now a weird occurrence.

Peter felt everything almost three times more than everyone else and that was something you knew, you discovered it when you fell for him first but he showed you no matter how hard you tried, your heart could never beat for him as fast as his does for you.

Things being kinda similar in sex, you knew he could cum faster because he felt the sensations in a more intense way that you did. But still, that wasn't enough explanation of why he wouldn't stop masturbating.

It was hot at first, coming home, being receiving by the tenue kitchen lights while everything else was dark, hearing Peter little whimpers and your name coming out of your mouth, now it was so recurrent it was disgusting.

So why did it turn you on even more than before?

The thought of Peter making you dinner with the same hands he used to stroke his cock made your pussy feel a little tickle, but him taking your cheeks with his hand to kiss your lips in a desperate way, that definitely made you wet. "Your cock is gonna get stuck in your fucking hand if you don't stop jerking off" You comment, taking an apple from the bowl and biting on it while Peter looked at you with a smirk.

"What? Don't act like it doesn't turn you on, doll"

"It's disgusting" You say, intending to leave your bag in the couch and quickly moving it to the chair, taking your shoes off. "You do nothing but masturbate. Look at this place, a fucking mess again" You started to push Peter's patience. "And don't fucking call me 'doll', I don't like it when you do it"

"When I do it?" He asked, accentuating the pronoun; "Who you like it to come from then?"

"The old Peter" You were quick to answer "The one that actually was actually useful for this marriage"

"So you're mad at me because I stopped taking care of everything?"

At this point the both of you knew you were playing, Peter found a strange feeling of arouse building when you started to degrade him and you started to feel tickles all around your body when he could call you a brat.

"Everything?" You yelled "You barely did something, Peter. You're so fucking lucky I have a good job, otherwise we would've still living with your aunt"

"You're just jealous because I was brave enough"

"Brave enough for what, Peter? For being lazy?"

"To give up what doesn't make me happy, a thing you would, and could never fucking do. You're so scared of disappointing people who doesn't care about you, you're stuck in a job you don't like, in a department you don't want, with a husband you don't feel attracted to anymore!"

And you both knew, one of the biggest dangers of the play you both were playing was exactly that. At some moment, it stopped being a game.

Did Peter really thought you don't feel attracted to him? Yes, you didn't like your job, but not enough for quitting all the benefits it gave you, it allowed Peter to live the life he wanted, and that was always enough for you, and more important than Peter, it allowed you to live the life you wanted. The only thing you didn't love about your department was the lousy streets of Brooklyn, and the fact that you wanted to move to New York but Peter could never leave his aunt, and you could never leave your family.

Everything Peter and you have done was for love and for each other, every decision taken and every step walked was because you loved each other, and never, not even for a second, it would occurred to you it was the opposite.

"You should fucking know where the role draws the line, dickhead"

You hissed, completely mad, furious, how dare he calling you weak, a coward, without stopping to think that even if he wasn't enjoying the life he used to live, it didn't mean others weren't enjoying themselves.

And Peter felt awful, because he got hard the exact moment you walked through the door, because he couldn't stop thinking about you and the many ways he'll drop his cum inside and outside of you, and he knew you were hurt, but fuck did he need to find release.

He didn't intend to hurt you, he was expecting a 'Let me show you how much I am not attracted to you' kind of sex, rewinding his words, he could see that maybe he went a little too far with it.

Would it be prudent to intrude the tranquility you just found by entering the room? Your steady breath let him know you finally fell asleep. And he should fix the problem, he should try to talk to you like old Peter would, his old self would never allow you to go to bed upset, fuck, his old-self would never even think of saying those things.

However, his old-self didn't know how fucking great it felt when you called him lazy and made fun of his life plans, his old-self would never experience how fast it made him cum the mere action of putting your pajamas aside and slowly thrusting into you, carefully to not wake you up, festering his movements because you felt too fucking good only to heard your sleepy voice murmuring how wet you were and how you thought it was a dream only to feel embarrassed about how much you 'cum' while sleeping.

He was tempted to go in and fuck you, without caring if you said 'no' (safe-word stablished), but he wasn't that of an asshole. So he just walked away from the bedroom, the mattress he recently had the opportunity to sleep in again, now back in the old game when he refused to take a shower, what? two days ago? He didn't even remember.

He lied on the couch for a few minutes before closing his eyes, his painful erection wanting to get free from his shorts. And yes, you could be a bit of a drama queen, but he could never disrespect you like that. You went to sleep horny is only fair he does it too, even when his cock is looking at him, trying to rise under the shorts' fabric, even when doing nothing about it was unbelievable painful.

Maybe a touch wouldn't hurt?

He lets a moan scape when his hand rubs his clothes cock, but that should be enough. He had to be strong, for you.

But wouldn't you want him to have a nice night of sleep? Maybe touching it a little bit more would do the trick, just to calm it.

Seconds after Peter was fully pumping his cock, his shorts by his knees and his hips going up, your name coming out as small, almost inaudible moans.

Yes, Peter could be a bit of a fuck up lately, but another woman would never cross his mind during any sexual activity, didn't matter if it was with you or by himself.

Well, there we go again. The loads of cum were falling from him while he moved his hand through his – now - creamy cock, his abdomen was tainted and some drops reached the sofa too.

He thought about it now, about in which part his life turned into a (retired)super-hero, the best student in class now without a job, sleeping in his own release because his wife wouldn't want him near her.

Peter didn't go through it much, he knew you loved him, and he was fine by being a trophy husband. He could actually see himself attending business parties just making sure you were alright and flashing others with your intelligence and professionalism, just being known as 'Y/N Parker's husband'.

He tapped his now bigger belly, felling the waistband of his short tighten it, while his hand rested on his hairy chest, he wondered if it ever made you uncomfortable, if it did, you never let him now. Maybe he should try to be more like you wanted him to be and less like he wanted to be.

By the time the clock hit 12:00 o'clock, you woke up. Like an alarm was set up your eyes opened.

"Fuck you, Peter" You mumbled when you felt your panties wet, the uncomfortable sensation invading you while you walked to the living room, taking the scissors when you passed by the kitchen. Peter was not a heavy sleeper, he was kinda easy to wake up, but a part of him relaxed when he was home, when you were around, he allowed himself to sleep better and it was harder for something to make him wake up.

You'll make sure to buy him another shorts, you thought, while passing the scissors through all the fabric, leaving him almost naked, he shook a little when by accident the cold metal of the scissors touched his skin, but nothing to make him wake up.

His cock was peacefully sleeping when you got on top of him, being a little difficult for you to get it inside of you, thankfully, your wet cunt helped it to slide easier.

"Fuck..." you moaned in release, when you tell you were needing this it wasn't a lie.

Once he was all in your hips moved in circles around his pelvis, your hand went straight to your clit and started caressing it. "Go back to sleep, Pete. I'll take care of this myself"

You said as soon as you saw Peter opening his eyes, feeling his cock hardening inside of you. You clench your pussy around him and he can't help but moan, like a slut.

"God, Peter, you're so noisy. Shut up."

He nods, pretending to obey but knowing he wasn't near to accomplish the task, how could he when you were acting like that.

Peter's hands were trying to find something to hold since you deprived him to touch you; "Doll, you're fucking hot" He murmurs.

"You too, Pete" You said, jumping on his cock "You're so– fuck... You're so fucking big, Peter, when did you... where did this belly came from? when..." Your question was interrupted by a moan, and that only made Peter smile "when did you filled out like this?"

"Suits me?"

He ask, nonchalantly, while you were coming undone by using his cock.

"Yes-yes, yes, yes, suits you so fucking much, Pete. God, I love it"

Peter only smirks while finally taking your hips, helping you to go up and down on his cock, he doesn't make much of a show when he cums for the first time, being what you both are use to, he would finish inside of you multiple times after this.

His own cum starts to drain down his cock and his hands start to stroke your ass, taking it with both of them so he could move your body faster.

Definitely, Spider-Man would always be a blessing.

He hugs your body and pulls you to his chest, fast, in an aggressive way, only to keep you clenched to him and move his hips to go in and out of you faster.

"You' good, baby? You like it?" He says and you look at him with teary eyes, nodding "Of course you do, my love. You're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?"

And you are, so you answer that question by jumping faster once you got away from his chest.

"Honey, come back to bed"

You begged, missing his warm body by your side, Peter could feel the change in your mood, not only for the pet-name but because of the soft, concerned voice you have used.

That dialogue wasn't about sex anymore, it was about you missing him. His wife missed him.

And he swore he could cry at that exact moment if it wasn't because of the gutural moan you let out and your heavier sit. You stood from his cock once you felt done, your thick white cum being expelled from your cunt and landing on Peter's cock.

You sit on him, without having him inside again and rub your hips, scattering both; yours and his cum on your bodies.

"That was so gross, doll" He said, stunned that it was you and not him "Now you have me all covered in cum. I'm not taking a shower"

You smile and lean down to reach his lips; "Good thing I won't either"

Your rubs start to go faster, your clit feeling aroused by the friction of his abdomen with it, you could end there, he orgasmed three times and you had enough with one, but your body had a mind of its own and kept going, aggressively rubbing your clit against his skin, holding yourself with your hands in his chest and feeling how a more load of cum was exiting your pussy, completely getting rubbed on Peter's torso.

"Fuck, doll. Kept going, fuck, I don't even wanna cum anymore I just want you to get us dirtier"

"Pete, Pete, stop, please, no more" You cried, still moving against his body.

"I'm barely touching you, princess"

"Please, please, no, no more, daddy, yes? No more" Peter got instantly hard, it had been too long since you called him that, he completely forgot the nickname. "Stop it, daddy, wanna pee, please"

Now he did have you rubbing against him, his big strong hands moving your body on top of him, not allowing you to stop.

"Go on, baby. Pee on daddy's cock"

You shake your head, a bit embarrassed, while that fucking bastard only smirked. "You have no other choice, princess. You either do it or we never finish this"

You let out a lousy moan and lift your hips, feeling yourself letting go and crying at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and disgust.

"Mean, daddy"

You pout, and Peter swears he wants to take you right there again, ignoring completely the fact that he feels like he can barely move anymore. He can't even remember when was the last time he had you al submissive and pouty, all for himself.

He hugs you and rubs your back, his naughty hand touching through your folds making you squirm on top of him.

"No more, daddy" You plead.

"No more, princess. Daddy's taking you to bed, alright?"

No shower though, just you and him and you recently cleaned bed. Of course if you asked him for a shower he would take care of every inch of skin, he had memorized how to do it and you just needed to let him know, but judging by your tired gaze, he would only take you to bed.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x fem #peter parker x you #spider man fanfiction #spider man x reader #spider man smut #spider man x you #spider man x y/n #tom holland smut #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield fanfic #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x y/n

[silencesscreams]

Peter parker x reader reunion after high-school imagine!

remember me?

peter parker x f!reader (fluff)

warnings: drinking, fluffy fluff, use of y/n, kissing, she/her pronouns referring to reader, implied hook up at the end, kind of short, reader has hair long enough for it to be tucked back behind her year (but if you don’t ignore it, it’s not really important)

a/n: okay so i don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it!! keep in mind english isn’t my first language, sorry about any grammar mistakes! also, i didn’t know what version of Peter Parker you wanted, so i used Ned to fill in a part of the story, but if that’s not the one you wanted please ignore that (sorry sorry)

You hated the concept of high-school reunions, you thought they were invented for the jocks that were never really able to move on from their popularity.

But still, ten years after your high-school graduation, you were waiting for some courage to overcome you and help you enter the restaurant that was owned by a rich guy you used to study with and see all the people that had seen you over your teenage years. This wasn’t going to be a fun night.

“Y/n?” You heard a male voice call out, distant but getting closer. You turn around and face yourself with Peter Parker and there was absolutely no way he had gotten even prettier. Ever since your sophomore year you had a huge crush on him, you both had most of your classes together, and you always talked to each other.

“Peter!” You smile, and he gives you a hug, holding you by the waist. He still had the same smell, in ten years he didn’t switchcolognes.

“How have you been?” He questions after pulling away.

“Great actually, I got this job in an industry like six months ago and recently got promoted. How have you been?”

“Good, I mean, the usual stuff, work and all. Are you waiting on anyone?” He asks, looking around.

“No, I was just trying to not freak out about this. Doesn’t it make you feel old?”

“A bit, but I’ll handle it. You look great by the way.”

“Thanks, Parker. You too.” You can’t help but smile at his compliment. He opens the door for you and grins.

“Shall we?”

“Thank you.” You enter the restaurant and he follows you. Fidgeting on your purse’s strap, you try and find a table for you to sit, you could see a lot of the friend groups stayed the same. Your best friend has canceled on you the day before, she had gotten a flu or something, so Peter showing up was kind of a miracle for you.

“There’s my table. I asked a friend to save me a seat, but I’m pretty sure you can sit with us.” Peter said, pointing to the table with only one guy sitting in. You were pretty sure you recognized him but you didn’t remember his name. “But you don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to. I just guessed since you said you were alone”

“I’d actually like to sit with you, if you don’t mind”

“No, of course I don’t.” He smiled timidly and walked you to the table.

“Hey Ned, remember y/n?” Peter asked and you quickly remembered. Ned, he always hung out with Peter. You felt bad for forgetting, but it had been 10 years.

“Hi Ned.” you shook his hand as he got up from his seat to reach yours. Peter pulled a chair for you right next to him, you politely thanked him and sat down, putting your purse on the chair to your left, as Peter sat to your right. “Thanks for letting me sit with you.”

“No problem.” Ned said, looking at Peter with a weird look on his face. It was like they were having a whole conversation in front of you without even speaking.

“I’m going to go get a drink, do you guys want something?” You asked, trying to do something nice. They both shook their heads in a no motion.

“Okay” you whispered and went to the bar.

“I can’t believe you got THIS lucky!” Ned whisper-shouted at Peter.

“I’m just doing her a favor, she was alone at the door, I just wanted to help her out.” He replied, running his hand through his hair, trying not to smile.

“Please, everyone knows how big of a crush you had on her during school. You spent four years drooling over her, and you called her almost every day for a year after we graduated! Don’t lie to me, Parker.”

“Okay, I did get lucky meeting her outside.” He said, playing with a napkin on the table. “Do you think I should try again?”

“I don’t know. I know she’s alone at that bar and you should buy her a drink.” Ned points to you, leaning on the marbled counter. “At least before someone else does.” He pointed to a guy who used to be in the basketball team walking towards you.

“I’ll be back” Peter stated, getting up and walking quickly towards you. He came up from behind and rested his hand on your waist, seeing the guy immediately stop walking and turning around.

“Hey” you greet him again, your heartbeat racing.

Peter waved to the bar attender who was distracted looking at something on her phone.

“What can I get you both?” She asked walking to you and Peter.

“A vodka-coke and…?” He looked at you, waiting for you to order.

“A martini, please.” You reply, watching him as he paid for your drink. “You don’t have to, really.”

“No, I want to.”

“Thank you, Peter.” The sound of his own name coming out of your mouth sent him to heaven but quickly brought him back. He looked at you, eyes squinting, he couldn’t read you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. Once your drinks arrived, Peter thanked the woman serving you both and led you back to the table with Ned. You had been laughing at a joke he made.

The night went on quickly, you and Peter had spent most of the night flirting, he had even tucked your hair behind your ear once.

Every time he made you laugh, you unconsciously would touch him, pushing his shoulder, a quick tap on his knee.

You didn’t really mind once his hand rested on your thigh. And you did not hate it once he started squeezing it while you laughed. You loved every second of it, but you just imagined it was friendly touch.

As the reunion came to an end and Ned had already left, you told Peter you were going home.

“Mind if I come with you? Just to make sure you get home safe.” He asked, giving your thigh a caring rub before he got up.

“Not at all.” You say as he helps you put your coat on.

“I’ll call a cab.” He states, giving you his hand to help you up, but not letting go as you do so. He takes you to the entrance, making small talk on the way there.

Once you got to the door you saw it was snowing. You couldn’t help but smile. He turned off his phone and told you the cab would be there soon. You recall telling Peter how much you loved snow when you both were younger.

“You want to go outside, don’t you?” Of course he remembered.

“I really do.” You say, chuckling as he pulled you by your hand, opening the door to get outside. It was cold but you loved every second of it.

“Remember that school trip in senior year?” You nodded, looking at him as he spoke.

“We sat together on the bus and you were so happy because it was snowing. I’d never seen someone so happy because of a natural phenomenon.” He laughed, turning to face you.

You looked at him, he was so pretty. He had snowflakes falling on his hair and a stupid smile.

“You know, that was probably when I realized how into you I was. I mean, I always knew, it just seemed surreal that my seventeen-year-old self could feel that much.”

“Peter.” You whispered, feeling your body heat up with how fast your blood was flowing.

“Y/n, my teenage self wouldn’t ever forgive me for not kissing you tonight. And my right now self probably won’t either.” He was so close you could feel him exhale, and finally he could read your expression. His right hand went behind your neck and pulled you in, leaning to kiss you.

It was a quick peck first, then you pulled him in again, open-mouthed. He had a citric taste in his mouth from a tequila shot he had before. You felt it strongly once his tongue entered your mouth. His hands were now on your hips pulling you as close to him as possible, yours were on his shoulder and behind his neck.

As soon as he heard a car, he pulled away, making you miss his mouth on yours.

“Thats our cab.” He pointed out, conducting you to the car.

“Right.” You say, laughing a bit.

For the whole ride he kept his hand interlaced with yours, you couldn’t hide your smile.

Once the car got to your place, you didn’t want him to go home.

“Do you want to come with me or…?” You ask, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“A lot.” He answered, smiling like a little kid.

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[reidslovely]

Another suggestion: reader furious with Peter, thinking she was cheated by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a photo of the two together in IG with a dubious and enigmatic caption... Too much drama, anguish, reader pulling away and running off somewhere to reflect... Peter finds her... Happy ending, please <3

Maybe not my best piece of work, but I did what I could and I like how it turned out. A little longer than I thought it would be haha. Hope you love it friend.

Admittedly, she was not too fond of the idea of going to Peter’s ten year high school reunion with him. They had just officially started dating about a month ago, and she was still unsure if these were things he wanted her to attend with him. There was also the fact that Peter never asked her if she wanted to go with him, and she was not about to invite herself. When he got to her apartment from the reunion, she noted that he was slightly buzzed and tired. The latter showed from the way he tossed himself face first on the bed. She laughed asking him how it went, and if he saw any old friends. 

“I think I’m still the same loser I was then. Puny Parker still reigns as the loser king.” He mutters burying his face deeper into her blanket clad thighs. “Seeing my high school bully and my first girlfriend all in the same night really pulls some worse flashbacks than any of my crime fighting has.” 

She couldn’t help but to laugh from that, as Peter rolled over head still in her lap, staring up at her before closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

Admittedly, she also was not too fond of the first picture that popped up on her instagram that morning. (Y/N) had no clue she had even followed Liz Allan anywhere on social media. The photo, taken the previous night, had the dark haired girl clinging to a giggly, tipsy Peter. Arms around his neck cheek to cheek, like something out of a catalog. Swiping in the carousel of photos the next was a similarly posed picture of the two. The couple in the photo were about eleven years younger fifthteen years old, sixteen at most. Having a happy day at the skatepark, still clinging to each other. As if the pain in her heart growing was not a big enough sign to turn back and ignore the post she let her eyes wander down to the caption. 

‘Most definitely not fifthteen and sixteen anymore but still love you just the same Petey” 

That alone set fire onto her skin, her stomach churning out of pure spite and jealousy. Peter slept soundly in her bed next to her, and it took everything in her rational brain to hold back from repeatedly hitting him with the decorative pillows. She stared at him, rationally she knew this was just two friends, maybe even strangers now reminiscing about their past. However, when he came home last night he made it sound so miserable like he never even wanted to see her. Quietly, and slowly she removed herself from the bed not wanting to stir him awake. Peter rolls around for a minute noticing the shift in weight. It doesn’t wake him though, (Y/N) sighs softly making her way to the kitchen after changing her clothes. 

Pulling her favorite to go cup down from the cabinet she starts making her morning tea, she grabs the notepad off the table writing a quick note that she’d be back soon, that he should take out breakfast. She makes her way out the door and down the stairs.

 “Good Morning Ms. (Y/LN). No Peter?” The older lady from next door asks as she walks her dog. 

“No, no he’s sleeping in this morning. Had a busy night, I just wanted to get some reading done at the park this morning.” 

“Well have fun, be safe.” 

(Y/N) nodded her neighbor off, forcing a smile as she walked across the street heading for Astoria park. 

Peter rolled over once more, his hand reaching out for his girlfriend. His skin was met with the emptiness of cold satin sheets, his fingers dragging on the fabric as he lifted himself up to look around the room. It was dark and empty, the only bit of light that filled the room came from a crack in the curtain. Peter yelled out, waiting a few seconds for a reply before jumping out of bed. He ran through the condo looking around, stopping in the kitchen seeing the note on the counter. His hand rubbed down his face, his stomach grew a sinking feeling. Peter looked around frantically for his phone, digging through the pockets of his jacket from last night. Once in his hand it lit up, a photo of (Y/N) holding a Spider-Man plushie decorated his screen. An instagram banner notification pulled his eyes down: ‘LizzyAllan tagged you in a photo’. Peter clicked on it confused, the photo of him and her from last night mirrored one from a decade ago. Liked by ‘(y/n)(y/ln)’ caused the sinking feeling to grow. It was a silly thing to be jealous over, but putting himself in her shoes..he’d be jealous too. 

Peter clicked around his phone calling (Y/N) leaning against the kitchen counter. “Hey leave me a message, I’ll ge-” Kicking his feet Peter stood up straight, walking to the bedroom getting dressed. Grabbing his jacket and heading out, he clicked on her contact digging for her location. Astoria Park - 30 minutes ago, surely she couldn’t have gone far in thirty minutes. He stepped out onto the fire escape, took one look around, and swung off. Astoria was close enough, but swinging would get him there faster. 

Trees rustled, (Y/N) sat her journal down looking around. Peter walked out slowly behind the trees fixing his hair, approaching her. (Y/N) watched as he gave her a knowing smile, she returned it with a frown. 

“She means nothing to me, you know that right?” Peter asks, dropping down onto the ground next to her. “I dated her for five months in high school when I was sixteen.” 

(Y/N) sighed letting her head roll back before nodding. “Rationally, yes.” She leans her head on his shoulder playing with the fabric bookmark of her journal. “It’s just I didn’t go with you last night, you came home acting like you hated every bit of it and then I saw your photos with her looking happy and I felt..” 

“Left out, I get it. I’d feel that way too. I didn’t mean to make you feel negative.” He whispers against her hair. “I did have an awful time last night because you weren't there. You can ask anyone, all I did was talk about my new girlfriend and how cool she is.” Peter laughs, moving her hair from her face putting his face back on the top of her head. 

“You did?” 

“Of course I did. Showed everyone a picture of you, Flash couldn’t believe I was dating someone as pretty as you.” He jokes. 

“Mhm now you’re just trying to flatter me.” 

“Absolutely not, it’s true. You’re my girl and I love showing you off. It’s a silly throwback pic, you are my now and future okay, you don’t ever need to worry.” 

She smiled, letting her eyes track up his face as he pulled away. “Now can I please have a good morning kiss?” 

“Sure, I guess.” (Y/N) hums playfully, leaning in first. 

___

@helloheyhihowdyheya @sincericida @a-lumos-in-the-nox @messymissy @adhdhufflepuff @someblessedmonster

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[bartxnhood]

spending spring with tasm!peter and having all kinds of cute dates

oh spring dates with peter??? expect so much.

•this man LOVES to spoil you with ALL the flowers he can possibly find. especially if it’s on a whim. walking home from school? boom picked you some flowers.

•picnic dates are a MUST. he’s always asking you 24/7 to go out with him.

“y/n! are you busy?” he asked having called you only seconds prior. no hello or anything. “no..why?” “can we go on a picnic? it’s such a pretty day out!” you chuckle, “we literally went out yesterday.” “so? i’ll pick you up in ten! love ya!”

•pollen is a bitch the both of you. but it gives him the excuse to stay in doors cuddled up with you while you both suffer from a stuffy nose.

•spontaneous dates where he will just swing you around the city on a nice day.

• fear not, even on those rainy spring days he swings over to your place and insists on building a fort. he has movies and is ready to cuddle up next to you.

•oh! and don’t forget the trips to the farmers market for fresh produce! strawberry picking is a favorite activity for the both of you.

•if you have any different hobbies or interests he will be sure to ask you if there’s any places you’d like to go. (but somehow he always ends up paying for you)

•if you love art? he shows up the next day ready to spend all day with you at an art museum.

•you love nature? put your shoes on because he’s taking you hiking!

•even if it’s too cold for swimming he still likes to take you to the beach just to sit in the sand and enjoy your company.

•at one point, peter randomly comes across this beautiful field. so what does he decide to do with this knowledge? take pictures. peter drags you along in your prettiest dress and takes so many pictures of you. it’s like he never stops, he loves it so much.

“you’re gorgeous, you know that?” you stop in your tracks. the wind blew softly through your hair and the lush grass under your feet. “what?” you ask. he grins, “you’re breathtaking. i can’t believe i got so lucky with you.” peter gently caresses your check and pecks your nose. “i love you, y/n” you grin sheepishly. “i love you too, parker.

•needless to say, peter definitely has the best date ideas.

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[astermath]

bae i’m not sure if u were asking 4 reqs with the prompt list but if u are !!! i’d love to see ur take on

— “not that i’m happy you’re sunburnt, but i am enjoying getting to be the one helping you put aloe vera on.”

with baby peter <3 i’m picturing his nose a little pink mmmm

— @inkluvs (ivy)

absolutely I was ajdkdk ty for sending one in bae <3 I love writing for peter sm, he’s so easy to fall back on yk?

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 0.4K

normal sized font below!

send me some heatwave prompts! <3

Peter hisses when your fingers make contact with his back. Although the aloe vera is supposed to be soothing, according to you, he’s not exactly enjoying it at first.

The two of you had gone out to the beach the day before, on a little much needed vacation. Your boyfriend, eager as ever to go into the ocean, had forgotten that yes, you do need to reapply sunscreen after you go into the water.

Needless to say the day after, most of his body was burned bad enough for him to resemble a lobster. Sadly for him, “lobster-man” doesn’t have the same ring to it, so he’ll have to cope with you helping him out for now.

“Will you sit still please? I need to work it into your skin baby.” You scolded him. You knew it was uncomfortable, but unless he wanted his skin to start peeling this was the best you could do for him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just— very cold.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know you had to reapply sunscreen.”

“I live in Queens baby, I never go to the beach. Besides, I wear a full body suit half the time, don’t need sunscreen when I’m covered head to toe.”

You were finally done with his back and shoulders, so you moved on to his front. His face was relatively spared from burning, which you were happy about. There was just a slight bit of redness on his cheeks and nose. It almost looked like a permanent blush.

You took his face in your hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips as a reward for sitting still. “Not that I’m happy that you’re sunburnt baby, but,” you put some of the liquid onto your fingers and gently applied it to his cheeks, “I am enjoying this though.”

“What, helping me put valo era on?”

“Aloe vera.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And yes, I am.” You smiled. “As much as I feel bad for you looking like a tomato, I’ll take any excuse I get for touching you.” You gave him a sweet, quick peck on the nose. “You’re all done baby.”

“Oh, but— what about my chest?”

You grinned. “I think you can manage to do that yourself, no? Besides, I thought you weren’t enjoying it.”

“No, well, I think you just— know how to do it better, you know?” He put on his most convincing smile. “Please?”

“You know I can never say no to you.” You took the cap off the tube again and squirted some of the gel onto your hand again.

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

feeling like shit rn, can you please write pete teasing his drunk baby and cleaning her up, holding her hair back when she pukes, she's like "i'm a mess, how can you love me" and he's kissing her face, that kind of fluffy shit <3

this is so stinkin cute

YOUR GIRL- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Boyfriend! Peter x Girlfriend! Reader

Word Count: 843

Warnings: some swearing, and vomiting ofc. but petnames and lots of fluff:))

"carry me to my bed, lay me in a pillow town kiss me on my head and remind me of the way we will not know

i wish i was your girl..."- your girl, lana del rey (unreleased)

“M’Peter I’m done. No more.” you moaned, your body feeling weak and achey as you leaned against your forehead against the toilet seat.

You felt like you were being punched in the gut, pins and needles pricking your clammy skin as the world began to spin again. The booze was rushing to your head, and you started to regret drinking so much.

Actually, you started regretting it nearly half an hour ago, the cool bathroom tile becoming an secret oasis for you as you heaved up sweet coolers and warm shots of fireball.

“No, no baby you gotta get it all out. You’ll feel so much better.” he cooed from above you, hand holding your hair back, the other stroking your back in small, soothing circles.

You were jealous of how much better he could handle his alcohol. You were jealous of the fact he didn't have the taste of sickly sweet six percent on his teeth, mixed with the taste of faint vomit.

“I’m not feeling better. M’feeling worse. You’re lying.” you stated, groaning as you felt the contents in your stomach roll over like a tidal wave.

“I never lie sweetheart, you know this. Stop being mean.” he laughed, watching as you weakly attempted to reach behind yourself to swat at him. Before you could make another sly comment back, it was too late.

“Oh g-god-” you hiccuped, leaning further towards the toilet bowl as you felt the room start to spin.

“Oh, there she goes. Atta girl, let it all out.” he winced, patting your back as you heaved everything up, feeling as if you'd choke.

“Good girl. See? It’s better.” he said, reaching over to grab the damp cloth he had been using to help clean you up, so you’d stop (attempting) to use the back of your hand as a means of getting the puke off your lips.

“No not better. You’re better.” you moaned, not relaxing your words had made no sense.

“I am better. Now look up for me, good girl.” he smiled as you obeyed, makeup slightly smudged as he wiped the warm facecloth across the lower half of your face. Leaning down, he scattered kisses across your face, leaving you giggly as his lips brushed every inch of skin, tickling your eyelashes.

“I’m a mess, how can you l-love me?” you slurred, hearing the toilet flush before he helped you stumble upwards to stand.

“You’re not a mess. You’re beautiful.” he shoke his head, and you reached for the edge of the counter to help steady yourself.

You felt awful. You knew tomorrow morning would be hell on earth, and you already could predict the amount of tylenol and gravol you’d have to down with lots, and lots of water. It seemed like a chore, so out of reach as you felt yourself being guided towards the bed.

You couldn't even remember whose bed it was. It certainly wasn't yours.

“Do you wanna try and get out of these clothes?” Peter asked, to which you could only nod. Exhaustion washed over your bones, and you felt weak and nimble as thread as you swayed in place.

“I need them off. They’re sticking to me.” you complained, feeling like a rag doll as he moved your limbs to better suit his needs, lifting your arms up to slide your shirt off.

“I wish I was your girl. I wanna be your girlfrienddd.” you blurted out, slouching back on the bed, head pressed against the crisp sheets and you breathed them in. They were coated in the smell of Peter, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realized you were safe in the comfort of his bed.

You could hear his laughter, though it sounded slightly muffled and distant as he unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the deminum down your legs and letting them plop onto the floor with the rest of your garments.

“You are my girlfriend silly. And I wouldn't have it any other way.” he hummed, shuffling you around so you were vertical, head collapsing on the pillow.

“Really? That's so sweet.” you smiled, content with the idea that the two of you were together (despite being a couple for over a year), as you always wanted.

“Lets just stay here. We can stay here all night.”

“We are staying here all night. And all day, most likely. You’re not moving in this condition.”

You smiled. “That means more time to cuddle.” you giggled, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead before turning away.

“W-where are you going? I thought we were going to cuddle, cause you’re my boyfriend and that's what they do!” you pouted, reaching aimsley for his hand in an attempt to keep him from leaving you.

“We will cuddle baby I promise. I’m gonna get some stuff like meds and a bucket okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, letting your hand fall limp against the sheets. Before you could stop them, your eyelid started to droop, the world turning dark as you dozed off into dreamland.

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[angelstate]

You Are Who?

Pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: none.

Summary: it was a surprise to peter that his best friend found out he is spiderman, what was even more surprising was your reaction.

words: 1.6k!

you wanted to build the lego set you had bought with the money you had saved from babysitting a rich people's kid for two weeks when the parents went in a vacation.

you had the worst time babysitting and this felt like a reward after putting up with that kid for such a long time.

you were so excited you didn't even hesitate to run to your best friends apartment after buying the lego set since it was a tradition you would build sets together.

___________

"y/n, hi! I didn't knew you would be coming over today!" aunt may greeted you at the door.

"i wasn't going to but i just bought a new lego set for peter and i to build" you answered and jumped a little in your place because of excitement.

"that's great, come in!" may let you in the apartment and went to the kitchen since she was preparing food before she left for work.

"peter hasn't arrived yet but you can wait for him in his room" may told you from the kitchen.

"okay, thanks aunt may" you answered and went to Peter's room.

it was a bit messy as always, the bed wasn't made and there was some clothes on the floor, seeing this you decided to tidy up the room since it was a big lego set and you would be needing the space.

First you made the bed and moved all the clothes that were on it to the floor since it was already messy with other clothes.

After doing the bed you started to fold the clean clothes and putting them in the closet and the dirty clothes on the basket in the corner of the room.

"why is he so messy" you whispered and took of your hoodie since you were sweating a little from cleaning his room.

"it isn't even that clean" you took a look around and noticed clothes under his bed, you wondered for how long they have been there.

Sighing, you kneeled down, place your hands in front of you on the floor and lowered your upper body to look at was under the bed.

Using your left hand you reached out to all the clothes you found but there were still a few in the very end of the bed that you couldn't reach.

"wtf, why does he have so many clothes" you cursed and tried to reach again but to no avail.

"i don't want to get my clothes dirty"

you tried again to reached but...

"for fucks sake, fine" you gave up and crawled so half of your upper body was under the bed, finally you could reach all the dirty clothes that were left.

at the very same moment, a certain someone opened the rooms window and crawled around on the walls getting inside the room before letting their body fall to the floor and landing in his legs.

"aha!" you got out of under the bed with all the clothes in your hand, your clothes had a little bit of dust and your were was a bit messy.

"shit" you heard someone say making you turned around and find your best friend in a suit that was easily recognizable since it was famous all around new York.

"wtf" has the first thing you said and pointed at peter with a look of surprise.

"you are- what? Your the spidey thing?!" You say loudly and your eyes widened as the information began to settle in.

"it's not what it looks like" peter said panicking and pressed the spider that was at the center of his suit making bigger and fell from his body leaving him in just underwear.

"wait...did you call me spidey thing? Is spiderman!" peter corrected you and even seem a bit offended at the fact you didn't called him spiderman.

"okay! Your spiderman!" You said more to yourself since par of you was still shocked.

"no, im not" peter argued.

"you. are. spiderman." you repeated and pointed at him again.

"I'm not" peter answered.

"you are"

"i am not"

"you are"

"im not"

"your not" you said

"i am, wait-" peter quickly tried to make an excuse but you cut him off.

"you just admitted it, your spiderman..i can't believe you didn't told me before, this is incredible" you said and started smiling at him.

"wait, what?" Peter looked at you in disbelief.

"what?" you stopped jumping in your spot and stared at him with a blank expression.

"that's your reaction?" peter asked and looked at you with the same blank expression your were giving him. (Literally this 🛏️ 🧍🏻‍♀️🚪 🧍🏻🪟 )

"I should have been more dramatic?" you asked making peter looked at you with disbelief again.

you just shrugged and looked at the lego set you bought that was on the desk, you looked at peter and this time pointed at what you bought.

"do you wanna built it now or is it a bad timing?" you asked with genuine curiosity and waited for his response.

"I'm worried about you" peter confessed and kept looking at you like you were the one that had hid the fact they were a super hero.

"what, why?" you looked at him and confusion.

"you have no questions about how i'm spiderman?" peter picked up his suit from the floor and threw it at the bed.

"no? I mean it's pretty uh- obvious you are spiderman and i'm not the brightest when it comes to chemicals and stuff like that so i guess it was like the thing that happened to captain America but with spiders and uh yeah other stuff?" you tried to explained yourself but the further you talked the more awkward you felt.

"wow, that's- you know what that, makes more sense than what actually happened to me" peter said and looked at you in amusement.

"wait? that was not what happened?" once again you looked at him with a blank expression but this time your eyes were opened wider.

"no, a spider bit me and yeah- i got powers" peter explained to you but your expression stayed the same, you had zone out.

peter moved his hand in front of your dace making you snap back into reality.

"my theory made more sense but good for you spidey" you shrugged again and turned to pick up the lego set.

"so what do you think?" Peter asked.

"about what?" you asked back while you tried to take the tape off of the opening of the box.

"about me being spiderman" peter was still standing in the same place, looking at your back with a bit of desperation.

"i mean, it makes you more sexy than you were without that knowledge but other than that your like the same peter" you answered and sighed when you couldn't get the tape off.

"i hate the tape they put to this shit, it's impossible to open the box" you whined and turned around to find peter looking at you this time with a expression you had never seen him make.

It made you a bit nervous.

"you think I'm sexy? Peter asked.

"yeah? I thought it was obvious, your like ripped and have a six pack and all that sexy features?" you answered hesitantly and watched as peter expression changed to a cocky one.

"wait- no" you tried to stop him before he could speak but Peter cut you off.

"you y/n l/n think i am sexy and you have stared at my body before?" Peter teased you.

"god, don't let it get to your head. your still one of the dorkiest people i know" you tried to play it off since you were blushing and your heart was beating fastly.

"you're blushing" peter pointed at your face and laughed.

"shut up" you whispered and turned around again.

"don't get mad i was just teasing you" peter walked towards you.

"your lucky i like you" you whispered and continue to try and take the tape off.

what you didn't notice was that peter heard you and was smiling and blushing like crazy behind you.

you, his best friend and crush of 5 years is in love with him? Peter was sure that he must have been gods favorite at the moment because he just heard that the love of his life loves him too.

"i like you too" peter said and cut the tape off with a pair of scissors that were on the desk.

"what the-" you turned your head and before you could complete what you were saying peter kissed you.

you turned your body towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands softly rubbing his hair, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him till he picked you up and made you wrapped your legs around his waist to not fall down.

Just when you started to run out of breath you pulled slightly and took a deep breath.

"i can't believe spiderman just kissed me" you giggled and rested your forehead against his.

"i can believe i kissed my crush" peter said and tighten his hold on your waist.

"are you my boyfriend now?" you whispered and looked at him in the eyes.

"do you want me to?" Peter asked and for a second looked at your eyes before locking eyes with you again.

"yes" you answered and kissed him again.

Peter Parker was your boyfriend, so was spiderman but that didn't matter much to you. After all you fell in love with the dorky guy from Queens not the super hero who swings around the city.

And after all this beautiful moment was over you would definitely force peter to put clothes on and build the most epic lego set you had bought.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x fem #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #spiderman fic #tom holland spiderman #spiderman #spiderman fluff

[moon-fics]

Face Masks-Peter Parker

A/n: I'm currently wearing a facemask and had this idea!

Summary: A night in leads to face masks and fun

Warning: Swears, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Peter enters his apartment through his window, his only injury being a pulled muscle. He's just glad he didn't get punched in the face. He lands on the floor with a soft thud, removing his mask. Within seconds you're peaking into the room, a smile on your face. Just seeing you brightens his night by a lot, relieving him of all his stress.

"How was patrol?" You ask, as usual, entering his room. You approach him, examining his face for any serious cuts or bruises. When you don't see any you relax.

"Actually, really easy." He laughs, running a hand through his flattened hair. "I only had to face five robberies!" He jokes, walking deeper into his room. He notices neatly folded sweatpants and a T-shirt on the edge of his bed. He's sure you've done more besides this, he can tell his room has been vacuumed and a few things reorganized. Of course, he'll just put his items back in place but he'll never complain. "Thank you," He mumbles, grabbing his clothes.

"Of course, Pete." you nod your head with a grin, sitting down on his bed. You wait for him to change before bringing up an idea you saw online.

Once he finishes changing, he sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on yours, wanting a calm moment. However, he knows better and can tell you're not even close to tired.

"Hey, Pete?" You hum, shifting in his hold. He knows you're about to suggest an activity, maybe one that requires effort. He's exhausted, but he'll do anything for you, especially when you've been waiting for him all night.

"Yes, honey?" He responds, kissing the back of your head. He tries to come up with the activity you're going to suggest before you speak, shuffling through movie night or video games.

"Can we do face masks?" You ask in a soft tone. How could he not think of that first? It's such a domestic task of course you'd choose it. Peter would never admit it, but face masks sound really nice right now.

"Only if they're the ones with animal faces on them." He chuckles as you wiggle out of his grasp and walk from his bed. You enter his bathroom that's connected to his room, open his sink cabinet, and pull out two face masks. You spread them apart like cards between your fingers, a playful smile spreading across your face.

He leans back on his elbows as you return to him, showing him the mask packets closer. You chose a tiger and an owl, both piquing his interest. Of course you knew he'd enjoy animal face masks, it made his heart warm.

"Which one do you want?" You ask, glancing between the two masks. He reaches for the tiger, obviously, but you pull your hand away. "Ok, which one do you want besides the tiger?" She corrects, leaving him with the owl. He can't help but chuckle, grabbing the owl.

"What options!" He laughs. You quickly climb back onto his bed, sitting on your knees. "The tiger really suits you." He teases.

"Oh, yeah," You agree with a playful tone, "I'm super scary and vicious." You nod with a sarcastic voice. Peter opens his mask first, the smell of coconuts and chemicals hitting him quickly. Yours smells of old strawberries but you don't seem to mind.

"Are you sure these will help our skin?" He puts his mask packet to your nose causing you to cough at the sudden smell. "Y/n, where did you get these?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Five Below, why?" You hum, taking your mask out of the packaging. It's slimy in your hands, but you don't mind. However, Peter seems to be struggling with the feeling, almost gagging. "Don't be dramatic!" You laugh, slapping his arm jokingly.

"Y/n, I think this mask is made of The Lizard's saliva." He tries to unfold the mask, trying his best not to rip it. "I mean seriously, I think my webs are less sticky than this." He glances at you with a fake look of disgust.

"No, trust me your webs are way worse. I had web fluid on my hand for at least two hours once." You remind him, unfolding your mask perfectly. You've used masks before, but Peter probably hasn't. "Need help there, bud?" You ask, already applying your mask.

"I think I can handle opening a face mask." He scoffs, still struggling. Without a word, you reach over and unfold his mask while yours slowly slips down your face. Peter notices it slipping, and he instinctively fixes it, smoothing it over your face as best as he can. While he does that you apply his mask to his face, doing the same as him. "Look at us being cute!" He breaks the silence.

"Oh my god," You laugh, the face mask stretching on your face. You can feel a part of it unstick from your face, Peter quickly pressing it back. His hands are warm and dry, reminding you that you need to buy more hand lotion for him.

Somehow, Peter's face mask seems to fit him perfectly even when his face moves.

"We are totally slaying right now." He speaks up and you cannot fathom what caused him to say that. Your eyes look directly into his, a deadly serious expression on your face.

"Get the fuck off TikTok." You demand and he bursts out laughing. You know for a fact he scrolls through it when there's a break period on patrol and you hate how he's somehow weaponized the slang. "No, actually get off before I delete your account!" You tease.

"I thought girls love that word!" He defends, throwing his hands up. "I swear it's all I see now!" He chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's insane to think that New York's famous superhero says it casually!" You point out, smoothing your mask once again. You finally take in Peter's face with the owl mask on, realizing how stupid he looks. You have to look just as dumb though.

"Oh, my bad I didn't know I'd have to speak formally even when I'm off duty!" He raises his voice but you know he's not being serious. You laugh, having to once again smooth out your mask. "Next time I'll only comment about serious topics like the economy or politics!" He suggests, shaking his head. His flat hair moves with him, it looks so soft even after a whole night of being squished under his costume.

"You comment on TikToks?" You realize what he's said, leaning closer to him. "Please tell me your name isn't something like the official Spider-Man!" You place your hands on his shoulder, starting on your knees now. You look down at him with a serious glare.

"What? No, of course not!" He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You decide to get comfortable, adjusting yourself so your legs are parallel and you're facing him only inches apart. "It's Spider-Mans ass." He adds. You begin cackling, knowing that's a lie. "I also have like sixty Spider-Man edits and thirst traps saved on there."

"Peter, remove yourself from that app instantly!" You shout a smile still on your face. "I cannot believe you're inflating your own ego!" You actually can believe it. You should have come up with that idea sooner because, of course, Peter would find such things and save them

"I'm offended you haven't made a fan account." He pretends to be upset, "I mean you're my girlfriend you should be the most popular account!" He crosses his arms with a dramatic frown.

"I'm sorry, weren't you the one all for privacy and safety?" You defend, and he sighs. He doesn't have a funny argument to deflect your statement, but he doesn't actually want one. You're right, he'd rather have that privacy around you.

You notice the time, realizing it's past mask-removing time. You pat his thigh, exiting his lap and padding to the bathroom. Peter catches on instantly and follows you. You remove your mask, tossing it into the bathroom trash bin, Peter does the same.

You turn on the sink waiting for the water to warm but Peter wastes no time. He washes the slimy substance from his face with cold water. Once he finishes he grabs the hand towel, drying his face.

"It should be warm enough for you now." He kisses your head and stands behind you. He leans against the wall, waiting for you to wash your face.

Once you finish you stretch and dry your face, feeling cleansed. However, you're now slightly hungry. Peter automatically knows because you're always hungry around this time.

"I'm going to make us some popcorn." He pushes off the bathroom wall. Before he leaves he picks you up by your stomach, carrying you out of the bathroom. "You are coming with."

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x fem #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you

[supernovafics]

𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

pairing: hoco!peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 4k words

summary: in which peter can see that you’ve changed so much in the past three months and he desperately wants the old you back. however, being honest is hard because he doesn’t want to lose you completely.

warnings: homecoming era, explicit language, a shit ton of angst, some fluff

author’s note: hope y’all enjoy this one! i’m pretty happy with how it turned out<33 (full folklore series masterlist here)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“hush, when no one is around, my dear. you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes. spinning in my highest heels, love. shining just for you.”

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Peter’s POV

It was hard for Peter to see you essentially change yourself completely for a guy that he knew– or at least wholeheartedly believed– didn’t deserve you.

However, he couldn’t allow himself to say anything to you about it. For the most part, you seemed happy, and right then, as he looked at you from across the cafeteria, you really did look happy.

You were sitting with the cheerleaders and basketball players since Levi was on the team, and his arm was draped around you as a laugh fell from your lips because of a joke someone must have said.

Somehow you must have felt Peter’s gaze on you because you turned your head a bit and met his eyes. You immediately smiled widely at him and waved.

Peter attempted to fight the way that you simply smiling at him made him feel, but he failed miserably, and he was glad that you were far enough away so you couldn’t see the redness that flooded his cheeks. He gave you a small smile and wave back, and then looked away to turn his attention back to Ned, who was talking about how his Spanish test went and how he was slightly worried about his grade.

“Mrs. Martinez isn’t a super strict grader. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Peter told him.

Ned nodded at that and then turned his head, taking notice of where you were sitting in the cafeteria as well. “We’ve completely lost her.”

“She’s still our friend.”

“Yes, in a sense, but she’s more so one of them now.”

Although he was reluctant to do so, Peter looked over at where you were once again. You did look as if you fit in perfectly with that crowd, but Peter knew you better than anyone, and deep down, he felt as if none of this was truly who you were. A part of him felt like he was being biased because of the way he felt toward you and how much he missed you as one of his best friends. However, the other part of him simply knew that it was the truth.

You were different. You changed.

No longer were you just the girl that lived in the apartment above him who he used to sit out on the fire escape with and talk about nothing but also everything. You also were no longer the girl that he could ramble to about being the “friendly neighborhood spider-man.” In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten the chance to tell you anything new about what was going on with him and the creepy vulture guy that was illegally making weapons.

Maybe Ned was actually right. You were solely one of them now, one of the popular kids.

And Peter wasn’t sure how to accept that or if he would ever be able to. He desperately wanted the old you back; what he knew was the real you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“i want you to know i'm a mirrorball. i can change everything about me to fit in.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

It was a knock on his window that forced Peter’s attention away from his Chemistry textbook and onto you. You were waving and smiling at him through the glass, a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants adorning your body, which made sense to him since it was nearing midnight.

“Hey,” He said when he opened the window, trying to hide the shock in his voice that was due to the fact that you were there right then. Although you lived in the apartment above him, it had been a while since you knocked on his window.

“Hi,” You responded as you stepped inside Peter’s room and slipped off your shoes before making yourself comfortable on his bed.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. It’s just… It’s been a while since we’ve really talked, y’know?” You said, and it was a statement that Peter wholeheartedly agreed with. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” He told you before taking a seat next to you on the bed. A part of him felt like you might have meant it in a different way than he did, but he didn’t want to think about that too hard. Instead, he solely wanted to focus on the fact that he was with you right then. Because that meant that you hadn’t forgotten about him, even though it felt like the two of you were now living completely different lives.

You leaned back against the wall and then looked at him. “Tell me everything that’s been happening with you. You’re freaking Spider-man. I’m sure I’ve missed a shit ton of stories.”

He smiled at you before beginning to catch you up on everything that had been happening in the past few weeks; the vulture guy, the alien weapons, everything.

In your eyes, he could see that old but familiar glimmer of genuine interest that he felt like he hadn’t seen in forever. Maybe things were finally going back to the way that they were.

“How have things been with you?” Peter asked. He didn’t necessarily want to hear you talk about how happy you were with Levi, but he could hope that maybe things between you and him were finally over and that you would tell him that instead. And then he immediately felt bad for hoping that you were heartbroken.

A certain look that Peter couldn’t decipher passed your face for a brief moment before you spoke. “Actually, I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

You were quiet for a few moments, and Peter was confused but also slightly worried about what you were about to say.

“Ugh, it feels so weird saying this,” You told him before pulling your eyes away from his. “I’m gonna be a cheerleader.”

After the initial millisecond of shock wore off, Peter’s response was immediate. “But, you hate cheerleading. You hate doing any type of sport.”

“Levi thought it would be a good idea because then I could join him at the away games for basketball. And a spot just opened up, so I’m gonna do it,” You explained with a simple shrug.

It was at that moment that Peter wanted to go back to the night over three months ago when you told him about the crush you had on Levi, and he wished that he could’ve stopped it all right then. He wished that he could have told you something, anything, to make you not like the guy.

But he didn’t. And he also knew that if he had tried, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop it because of how smitten you already were with Levi. Therefore, Peter just learned to accept it.

So ultimately, he did the same thing in this moment too.

“Okay,” He said and looked away from you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his one-word response. “What? What’s wrong?”

That was a pretty loaded question because Peter felt like there were many things wrong with everything that had happened in the past three months, but he didn’t want to talk about that right then. Not when this was the first long conversation that the two of you had in weeks, and he didn’t want it to be ruined by finally being completely honest with you.

Although he didn’t want to say anything, he knew that he had to say something in response to your question, though. “It’s just… I don’t know.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, and you didn’t seem mad at him, just genuinely confused and maybe even a little concerned.

“You’ve changed.” Before he could think too much about it, Peter let the two words softly fall from his lips.

You almost immediately started laughing because you thought the words were a joke, but when he didn’t eventually laugh along with you, your laughter stopped, and Peter could see the offended look on your face. “What? No, I haven’t.”

“Then, how do you explain the last three months?”

You sighed. “I’m in a relationship now, Peter.”

“But it’s not just that you are in a relationship with Levi. You’re different now, too,” Peter said. He already felt like he was in deep with the conversation that was happening, so he decided to plunge even deeper into honesty. “And I know people change and grow in high school; I get that. But you completely changed yourself for him. To be the perfect dream girl that he wants. And I really miss how you used to be.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Peter shook his head. “It’s not, though. I see it, and Ned does too. And if you really thought about it, you would too. You quit Academic Decathlon, although you loved it. Stopped playing video games with Ned and I even though you would demolish us at pretty much everything. And I can’t even remember the last time you rambled to me about a book you were reading. Did you stop that too?”

You disregarded his question. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just don’t like doing that stuff anymore?”

That thought actually had occurred to Peter, but it never fully made sense to him. Most of what he just mentioned made up the entirety of your personality and who he’d grown to know since the two of you met in middle school, so he never thought those things would change.

Before Peter could say anything in response to you, you got up from his bed and started making your way toward the window. You didn’t immediately open it and leave, though.

You turned your head and met his gaze again. “We might not hang out that much anymore, but I still saw you as my best friend.”

The fact that you said the statement in past tense hit Peter hard, and he wanted to say something to make all of this go away. He would quite literally do anything to rewind the past ten minutes.

But he couldn’t. And the hurt look on your face was something that he’d never forget.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“you are not like the regulars. the masquerade revelers. drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Y/N’s POV

Last year had been so different.

Back then, you could count on one hand how many days you’d gone without talking to Peter. The max was three, and it was only because you’d been grounded for an entire weekend because you broke curfew and went to see a midnight showing of the latest Star Wars film with him and Ned on a Wednesday.

Now it had been two weeks since the conversation you had in his room that eventful night and the two of you hadn’t spoken one word to each other since.

You wondered if it was more of his doing or if it was yours. And you eventually settled on the answer that both of you had equal parts in the prevailing silence.

Although you hadn’t talked to Peter in fourteen days, the conversation that took place that night lingered strongly in the back of your mind.

Personally, you hadn’t thought you had changed in the past three months.

You were in a relationship for the first time in your life; you didn’t count your two-week relationship with Brian Feldman in fourth grade. And you knew that your friendships would change a bit because you wouldn’t be able to hang out with Peter and Ned at any given moment anymore. But you didn’t for one second think that you had changed yourself for Levi.

When you started only hanging out with him and his friends on Friday nights and mainly doing things he liked, you didn’t think much about it. Instead, you found yourself slowly growing to like those things too; at least, that was what you’d convinced yourself.

And when Levi passively mentioned that movies were always better than books, you found yourself agreeing and always watching any movie he suggested to you. And you never thought too deeply of it. Until now.

Until Peter called you out.

You didn’t know whether to hate that Peter had been right or happy that he finally woke you up from the lovesick haze you’d found yourself in for the past three months. The feelings conflicted with one another, but the one thing they had in common was that they both made you want to cry.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you lay down in your bed, alone on a Saturday night for the first time in what felt like forever because Levi was out of town with his family for the weekend. But you were grateful because, with this newfound realization, you were unsure of what you wanted anymore.

As you blinked back the tears, you grabbed your phone and began typing out a message to Peter.

You: You were right

DELETE

You: I’m sorry

DELETE

You: I’m an idiot and a horrible friend

DELETE

Nothing felt right to say in that moment.

You thought about going down to Peter’s apartment and telling him that he was right about everything and maybe even allowing yourself to let out all of the tears that were bottled up because he had seen you cry many times before. However, something about that didn’t feel right to you. You weren’t ready to be honest with him, and maybe that was because you weren’t ready to be completely honest with yourself.

A part of you simply wanted to forget any of this was happening.

You wanted to forget that you had been unknowingly lying to everyone, especially yourself, for the past three months. Your life had become so deeply intertwined with Levi’s that you couldn’t just accept the truth for what it was and let everything go back to how it used to be. Although your heart slightly ached for your old life, your mind told you that it would be too hard to let everything new go.

It may have been fake, but there was some truth in the fact that you liked who you had become. You had a boyfriend that was genuinely nice, more people than just Peter and Ned liked you, and more often than not, you felt happy.

Because of that, you wanted to, more so needed to, pretend that everything was fine. So, you decided to do exactly that.

You looked down at your phone again and swiped out of your messages with Peter, and then clicked on Levi’s contact name.

You: Hope you’re having a good time with your family. Can’t wait to see you when you come back tomorrow night <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“all i do is try, try, try. i'm still on that trapeze. i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫��゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

For some reason, you had liked the dress you chose for homecoming more when you tried it on in the store than right then as you were inside the school’s gymnasium, sitting next to Levi at a table that was unsurprisingly full of basketball players and cheerleaders.

“I can’t remember if I said it already or not, but you look really great tonight, baby,” Levi told you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“Thanks.” You smiled at his words, already feeling a thousand times better in the red dress, and then deep down, you immediately hated yourself for needing his approval to feel good about yourself. That quick chain of events had been happening a lot since your conversation with Peter, and especially since the night when a tiny part of you wanted to accept the truth, but you couldn’t because you felt like living a lie was easier to do.

Turned out it was not.

And with each day that passed, you got closer to breaking your silence with Peter and allowing yourself to run back to what your life used to be. But still, for some dumb reason that you couldn’t even fully explain to yourself, you refrained from doing so.

Another few days went by since you almost texted Peter, and neither of you had said anything to one another. You blamed it on the fact that the two of you managed to not once cross paths in the past weeks, even though that was a shitty excuse because if either of you really wanted to talk to each other, you would’ve.

However, you knew that you would definitely see him tonight at the homecoming dance. You heard from a few of your old Academic Decathlon friends that he was coming with Liz Allen. You actually felt happy for him because last you knew, he really liked her.

As if on cue, you saw both Peter and Liz walk into the gymnasium. Your heart sped up at seeing Peter for the first time in almost a month, and before he could spot you as well, you stood up.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” You told Levi and didn’t wait for him to say anything before you started walking off.

When you entered the bathroom, you were surprised but grateful to see it empty. You stood at the sink and sighed when you looked in the mirror. You really did hate the dress you were wearing, and the fact that you were simply wearing it because you knew that Levi would like it made you feel disappointed in yourself too. You were unsure how you would survive the rest of the night.

When you exited the bathroom and turned the quick corner, you almost immediately collided with someone and the impact from it was so abrupt and forceful that you actually stumbled backward and fell on your butt.

“Jesus Christ,” You said right before you hit the floor.

“Crap! I’m sorry,” The person said as they held out a hand to help you up. It was slightly dark in the hallway, but you could clearly see that the person was Peter, and it was even easier to recognize his voice.

“It’s okay,” You told him as you grabbed his hand and let him pull you up. You wondered why he’d been in such a rush just then but didn’t ask. “Also, um, hi.”

“Hey,” He responded and gave you a small smile. It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what I said that night.”

“Don’t be sorry,” You were quick to tell him, not allowing yourself to think too far ahead about what you were saying. “You were right.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and you could tell he was surprised that you were saying this. “I was?”

“Yes, and I should’ve told you that weeks ago, but I was being dumb, and I was scared.” It felt good to be completely honest for the first time in a long time, and you knew that if you were going to finally be honest to anyone, it was going to be Peter. Not just because he was the one that called you out on everything but also because he was probably the one person you trusted most in the world. “I miss how things used to be.”

Peter nodded at that. “Me too.”

“I’m sorry,” You said, trying to mask the sadness in your voice but failing miserably. “For everything.”

He pulled you in for a hug instead of responding to your apology, and you immediately wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. Your eyes were squeezed shut so that no tears would come out because it felt a little too movie-like and cliche to cry at a school dance.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Peter told you as he rubbed your back soothingly in small circles, and you were sincerely grateful for the simple action.

It was quiet for a few moments, and you admired the comfortable silence as well as the feeling of Peter’s arms around you.

You didn’t know how long this could last. You knew that you would have to eventually go back to Levi and pretend that everything was fine, at least for the night, because it would be shitty to ditch someone at a dance, especially since that someone was your boyfriend. But, also, you knew that deep down, you would leave in a heartbeat and go anywhere Peter wanted to if he asked you to.

You didn’t want the silence to be broken anytime soon, but after a little over a minute, Peter did. “I really wish I could stay right now, but I have to go.” His words came out quietly, and you were quickly confused by them, but then you remembered the fact that, only moments ago, he’d been in a rush was what led you both to this current moment in the first place.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you pulled out of the embrace.

Peter looked at you, and you could tell that he was pondering how to explain everything to you. “It’s kind of a long story because a lot has actually happened these past couple of weeks, but basically, Liz’s dad is the vulture guy, and he’s planning to rob Mr. Stark tonight since they’re moving everything upstate. So, I need to stop him before that happens.”

“Oh, wow. Okay, yeah, that’s a lot,” You responded and wanted to immediately ask more questions, but knew that right then it would be best if you didn’t. “Yeah, you should go.”

He nodded at that, but before he left, you couldn’t help but pull him into another hug. Everything that had come out in the past few minutes felt way too emotional, but you were glad that you had been pushed into that moment with Peter. You were grateful to have him in your life, and you were also grateful that the past few weeks, and even the past few months, hadn’t irreversibly change anything between you two.

“I love you, Peter.” Your soft words were muffled by his neck, but he still heard you.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” He said, voice matching your same soft tone.

“Why not?”

“Because,” He paused for a moment, and you thought he might backtrack in his statement, but he didn’t. He pulled back from the hug and looked at you; you were quick to notice the slightly sad look on his face. “Because you don’t mean it in the same way I do.”

“What?” Your one-worded question came out so quietly that it barely felt audible.

Peter heard you, of course, and he looked sincerely nervous as he thought about what to say next. You were going to tell him that it was okay, that he didn’t have to say anything else because you understood him almost too clearly, but the other part of you wanted to hear exactly what he wanted to say.

“I love you. I’m in love with you, Y/N,” He told you, and suddenly, it became “that night” all over again; long hidden honesties finally coming out. “And I didn’t want to admit that in our school hallway or in a rushed way like this, but that doesn’t change how true those words are.”

His revelation was a lot to process at that moment, and after a few quick moments of thinking, the only thing your brain could think to respond to Peter’s confession with was, “You’re here with Liz.”

“And you’re here with Levi.”

You couldn’t help but inwardly laugh at the situations the two of you were in. It was hard to let yourself fully accept Peter’s confession, even though you could hear how truthful it was, because if you accepted it, you would have to look inward and see what you wanted. But Levi was still your boyfriend, and it felt wrong to do that. However, the initial thought you had about loving Peter in more than just a friendly way genuinely felt okay and good, and a part of you wanted him to know that.

“I really should go.”

Peter’s words pulled you out of your thoughts, and you remembered everything that he’d just told you about Liz’s dad. “Yes, yes, go. Tell me about everything tomorrow on the fire escape. I’ll bring pizza.”

He smiled at that. “I can’t wait.”

He quickly hugged you one final time before you watched him rush off and turn a corner. A large part of you silently wished that you could go with him to get far away from the dance and Levi and the friends you made who no longer felt real, but of course, you couldn’t. It was nice to daydream though, and pretend that everything was different, but in a good way; in a way that it hadn’t been in a long while.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“i’ll get you out on the floor. shimmering beautiful. and when i break it’s in a million pieces.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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[dwindlinghaze]

want you in my bloodline

(any peter parker x fem!reader)

summary: peter gets more far away from you...

contents: angst, loneliness, extortion, love confessions, fluff, happy ending !!

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everyone can tell. everyone in the room can. peter and you have always been friends since the peak of dawn and everyone can tell there might be something more if they look into it.

even ned knows.

it's always have been you and peter with an additional ned leeds.

but lately he has been getting distant from you. it started when he cancelled your pizza night for the first time in his lifetime. after that things just crumbled side to side.

"hey pete," you waved at him but he barely looked up at his phone. seemingly interested in the news article about spiderman. he didn't even look up to greet you.

"hm?" was all you got.

"do you want to reschedule our pizza night to tonight?" you asked hoping for a 'yes'. "it's just that- i feel like this is our tradition and we should never broke traditions... right?"

peter thought for a while, his eyes darting up and down, "i don't think i can make it. sorry, dove," he replied, eyes still focused on the screen.

"tis alright," you nod your head. "i've to go, see you."

you received no reply.

"is there something wrong with you and pete?" ned asked, eyeing you weirdly.

"i don't know," you shrugged, sadness overcoming your heart.

"peter's been absent lately. i thought he was with you but then you told he wasn't," he stopped to think for a while, "what do you think he's doing? i doubt peter has friends outside of us."

you chuckled airily at him. "that's a bit mean, don't you think?" then you heard voices. a voice that's familiar and a voice of a girl.

there he was, standing right outside the cafeteria. peter was talking happily with gwen, the most beautiful girl in school.

"hey y/n!" peter said while skipping to your table. "haven't seen you around ned! how're you? how's lola doing?"

"i think you would know how she is if you actually pay attention to us," you whispered.

"what's with you?" peter asked, seemingly offended.

"you barely talk to us anymore, and when you do, you're distracted."

"that's not true!"

"well, if that's the case then you would know that lola just got a new couch in her attic and we asked you to help us set it but- you know the answer."

"i'm busy alright?" he said. "ned are you hearing this right now?"

"i agree with y/n. honestly, i feel a lot more closer to y/n these past few weeks rather than to you. you have been missing out on the fun stuff we've done," ned talked giddily.

peter frowns at his statement. never once has ned ever been closer to you than he is in the three years of friendship. you and him are inseparable since elementary school.

somehow peter felt unwell. he shouldn't be jealous of his best friend for spending time with you without him but he is.

"i'm going to get groceries after school, can you guys come with me?" ned asked.

"i'm busy, sorry," he just said, opening his lunch.

seeing ned's expression fell, you spoke up, "i'll go with you, ned. i want to buy a baguette." you said the last part with a laugh.

ned snorted too, making peter confused. you two have an inside joke now? oh he is definitely jealous. "you know what? maybe i can come."

the three of you walked together for the first time in a while. in the middle of shopping, peter's phone rang, making you look at him reluctantly. you can see gwen's name on his screen, making your heart sink once more.

"i'll be back," then he is gone. when he did come back it's just to say that he has to go.

lately he's been spending a lot more time with gwen than you. or even ned. if anything, you're happy that peter finally found someone so perfect and kindhearted because he deserves it the most.

most importantly, you're going to be a supportive friend. you're not going to let your silly feelings for him ruin his relationship with gwen. nor anyone else.

you walked home alone, freezing from the cold breeze. usually peter is by your side, hugging you as you walk to keep you warm. he isn't though. not tonight. maybe never again.

the sight of peter and gwen walking down the stairs sent you crushing. he seemed happier with her than with you.

even gwen herself has flirted with him multiple times, though peter never noticed it because he is oblivious to his surroundings. oblivious to your loneliness.

"wait, correct me if i'm wrong- but aren't you and y/n a thing? i've seen you both everyday together and i don't want to interrupt," gwen said to peter one day.

hearing this in real life, peter seemed to be absent from reality. he did in fact, knows how he feels about you and maybe by chance he knows how you feel about him too but he will always deny it. even may spoke about this for a few times.

"oh no- er- me and y/n are-," he paused trying to find the right word, "we're best friends. she is my best friend since forever."

"are you sure there's nothing more?"

yes gwen, there is something more but a freaking radioactive spider has bitten me so now my chance has completely dropped to zero. and i don't even know if she feels the same for me. it's very complicated and confusing and it's been killing me slowly fo-

"i think that silence answered my question," gwen giggled, patting him on his shoulder. "just don't mess things up. i don't know her but i know her well enough to know that she is golden."

just like that, gwen walked away, leaving peter in a daze.

you watched the interaction from afar. you saw how peter was stunned after the fact that gwen patted his shoulder. it had you thinking of how many times you have touched him and how he didn't even react to it.

you decided to have a stroll outside your house, just around the neighbourhood to clear your mind off of things- peter things.

you absolutely despises yourself for letting him make you sad. you planned to get over this immaturity you have starting from tonight.

right when you turn along the sidewalk, a man pulled you right against a wall by your neck. "give me that wallet!" he threatened, pulling a knife from his pocket.

"please leave me alone! i'm as broke and lonely as you are!" you cried out.

the man laughs. "you are one-" he didn't get to finish your question as for you had punched him as hard as you can.

"you're gonna pay that back!" he launched at you but something tripped him down. it seemed like a spider web did.

"oh my god," you whispered, blinking away tears as you look at the man laying face down on the cement.

"are you okay?" another man walked towards you. it was dark so you didn't know it was spider-man until he was in front of you.

"don't touch me!" you yelled, backing away from him.

"i'm not going to hurt you! i'm spider-man," he assured you. "please answer my question, are you okay?"

"i guess i am," you answered, "uh thank you for that."

"no problem. it's my duty to keep the citizens of new york safe," he replied confidently.

the robber almost stabbed spider-man's back but thanks to his quick reflexes, spider-man was able to doge the knife away, sending it flying to the ground.

"i always thought robbers should be smarter if they want to harm a person," spider-man said cockily. "i mean like- man come on! i have the spider senses- your people should grow some brains!" he said as he webbed him to a wall.

"i have some recommendations to make you smarter! first you should eat vegetables. i assume you don't really eat them by looking at your crocodile textured skin. fish and berries are also really good for brain cells!"

"alright shut up you insect!" the man growled, kicking the web uselessly. "i get it! just call the police already! jesus, a superhero should learn to not be annoying."

"the police are already here. au revoir!" spider-man saluted to the police that has arrived on the crime scene.

spider-man looked around to find you standing in the sidewalk with a confused and traumatised expression. peter wants nothing more than to pull you right in between his arms and comfort you, but he isn't peter tonight, he's spider-man.

"hey miss, i can take you back home, just tell me your building and we'll fly to it with my webs," he offered gently.

"it's not far from here. i'd just walk, thanks," you replied.

"right then i'll walk with you, just making sure you get home safe," he smiled through his mask.

"no, you go back to your duties, i'm fine," you said tiredly. spider-man's voice sounds familiar to you and you don't want to hear it more so you started to walk away.

"the city is calm tonight, other than that," he walked right beside you.

"congratulations?"

"er thanks," he said unsurely. "why are you walking alone at night anyway? it's not worth it, y'know."

"i know. every now and then there's always news about- stuff," you huffed. "just want to clear my mind is all."

"off of what?" he asked curiously.

"that's a bit personal spidey," you poked his side. "here's my home, goodbye!"

"bye," he said back. as he walked away from your porch, the conversation between him and gwen replayed in his mind again and again.

to be real, being away from you has been the most difficult. he knows he has to make things right. god knows what will happen if this goes on for a long time.

"pete, you and y/n seemed a bit... off," ned said, side eyeing him.

"i know," peter sighed.

"i think she likes you and you've been spending time with another girl lately, it's sad to see my best friend sad," ned continued, "i tried to cheer her up the other day. i gave her flowers, don't know that helps or not."

"you gave her what now?" peter yelled, wide eyed, making the people around looked at him. "sorry. but what the hell ned? you just said that she likes me but the next second you gave her flowers?"

"it's not from me pete," ned scoffed. "lola just planted tulips in our balcony and told me to give y/n some because it's getting crowded in the pot."

"oh right- my bad," peter replied, embarrassed. "what should i do?"

"you like her right?"

"yes.. i mean- who doesn't? she is perfect to me in every ways and i don't know what i'm going to do with myself."

"tell her how you feel. easy."

"oh really? was it easy for you to tell betty how you feel?"

"well no," ned considered, "but you and y/n are best friends. you know each other more than anyone!"

"that's exactly why! we are best friends."

"look here pete, i'm not the best at love advices or let alone basic advices, but take this to consideration. tell her how you feel! it's better to get the answers directly from her rather than figuring it out yourself which most likely be confusing and frustrating your own heart. give her flowers, she seemed to like those tulips i gave."

peter stood silent for a moment, nodding his head slowly. "right. you're right ned! this is why you're my best friend! thank you! i better get going now."

peter left running to a flower shop nearby, buying you a bunch of different types of flowers. asking the owner of what each of them symbolises. then he ran to your place.

you heard a soft tap in your window, thinking it was a bird so you continued doing your homework. but the tapping continued, making you groan.

you opened the curtain to see peter there, with a bouquet of messy flowers in his hand. "what are you doing here?"

"um here," he pushed the flower towards you. "it's for you, sorry it's kinda ruined- it's windy outside."

"thank you," you set the flowers down on your desk. "i don't think it's windy though," you said as you look comically at the trees outside, not even a leaf moved.

"well that doesn't matter, i want to er tell you," he gulped. "something."

"okay, come here," you signed for him to sit on the bed besides you.

"i'm sorry, for everything i've done. didn't do- more specifically," he held his head in shame. "i miss you, y/n."

"same, pete," you smiled.

"i don't know how say this but i don't want us to be like this anymore. i don't want to miss our pizza nights anymore. i look back and regret how i spent most of my time without you these past few weeks. this just made me realise how important you are in my life and i don't want to ever let you slip away."

he looked sad. you wanted to hug him and tell him that it's okay but you silently urged him to continue anyway because it was his fault.

"i've been a horrible friend. i know. from now on i will be the best version of myself for you because you deserve the best versions of everything. i want to laugh with you and cry with you and also do silly things together- because i know you will never make fun of me for that. i want to hold your hand while we watch star wars together. i want to build lego spaceships together.

i want to take you out on dates. i want to take you on top of the empire state building because the view there is amazing and i want you to see it. i want to do everything- possible or impossible- as long as you're there. i want to make you happy. lastly, i want us to be something more. i want to do those stuff not as friends but as something more. i'm in love with you, and always have but i'm just too afraid to say it.

if you don't feel the same way that's completely fine and i will respect your decision and we will continue to be best friends and we will ignore everything i said earlier. i just want an answer to a question i've been searching for since grade seven."

"i thought you and gwen were something," you spoke.

"no! absolutely not! she is pretty and i always respect people's different opinions and what not but you are the only one for me. in my universe there's no one else except you," peter declared.

"that's really sweet," you chuckled, wiping tears away. "i feel the same pete, i want to do all of those stuff with you. i love you too,"

"okay-" he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "um come here, i miss you," he opened his arms for you. you reluctantly gave in.

"sorry for making you feel neglected. i promise gwen and i are just friends. i talk to her often because of the internship at oscorp. don't worry yourself okay?" he whispered to you.

"just felt sad that you prefer her over me but it's alright. i was being stupid."

"don't say that. you are not stupid. after all these years you have live, you have never been stupid once. don't invalidate your feelings- i would feel the same too. speaking of that- what is that baguette thing you have with ned," you can practically feel his frown.

you chuckled, letting go of him. "me and ned were walking down to an ice cream parlour when a man got slapped by his daughter with a baguette. you should've been there, it was so funny."

"i wish i were there to see that," peter chuckled.

then silent grew between you. it was comforting though- well, at least to you. peter was still unsure whether you said you felt the same way about him or he just hallucinated it.

"wait- please forgive me if i'm wrong but you said you felt the same way about me right?" he said, growing nervous as his cheeks grew maroon.

"i did, yes," you looked up at him, smiling.

"let's say we're in a book- or in a movie," he paused. "isn't this the part where we-"

"we what, peter?"

"we do-" he squeezed his eyes, not knowing how to say it without sounding too embarrassed.

"kiss?" you inquired.

"yeah, that," he laughed nervously.

"um sure," you nodded.

"okay erm-" he now turned fully to you. meeting your eyes. "sorry i've never done this before," he placed a hand on your cheek.

"me neither," you whispered.

"we're both equal then," he grinned. slowly but surely, peter leaned to you. it's nothing like you're ever imagined. it was hesitant and nervous though very tender and soft.

you placed your hand on the back of his neck, trying to make it more comfortable. "we're amateurs," you pulled back slightly, grinning.

"yes but i would love to learn how to do it better," he replied. "let's practice together yeah?"

"you're a nerd," you said, rolling your eyes.

"who cares if i'm a nerd? even a nerd can get a girl like you so i'm not complaining!"

then he kissed you for the second time. this time, it was different. he's not shy and you were not nervous anymore. it was gentle and sweet. he pulled you to him, wrapping both of his arms around you while yours were in his fluffy hair. you felt him shivering when you ran your fingers through his hair, making you giggle quietly.

"i have one more thing to tell you. please promise to keep this a secret alright?" he said once you were out of breath.

"mhm sure what is it?"

"i'm spider-man."

"you are?"

"...yes"

"there's nothing i can do about it rather than to tell you to please be safe. please."

"always. as long as i can come back and see your smile, i always will."

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