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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣

hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3

cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k

Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.

“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.

“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.

“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”

Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.

You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.

“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.

“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.

“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.

“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.

“Oh whatev—hmph!”

Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.

The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.

“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.

“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.

“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”

You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.

“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”

“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”

May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.

“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face

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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Red Light/Green Light

I personally, love a good angst to fluffy story.

Pairing: mcu Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: fights :( and mentions of sex if you squint.

Word count: 7.5K

You weren’t an anxious girlfriend by any means.

Peter could do whatever he wanted when he wanted.

If he wanted to go get pizza with MJ you would encourage it. If he wanted to help out Inez in intro to darwinism because she was confused you would tell him to go for it. When he got Bailey's number to help her with some minor debate help you saw no issue with it.

Until now.

Now you were asking yourself if you sent him into the arms of another girl.

You hated that you noticed this, you were never like this before but Peter suddenly had a lot to talk about with Bailey. When you went out for dinner he started keeping his phone upside down, when you hung out he kept it near him at all times so when a text came through he could intercept it immediately.

That was red flag number one.

It didn’t come to a head until recently. Peter went to the bathroom during movie night and his phone went off once, you continued to look at the screen. His phone went off twice, you looked at his phone face down on the arm of the couch. His phone went off three times, you looked towards the phone and the bathroom door. When it went off for the fourth time you couldn’t help it. You never looked through his stuff before but what could Bailey need that it required four double texts?

Holding your breath and looking towards the door again you lent over and picked up his phone. You sighed when you realized you were correct and looked at the stacked notifications from Bailey. You tapped on them to open them, you needed to put in his passcode. You typed it in but it vibrated, you did it again but it happened once more. You did it slower, pressing each number on their own. His phone locked, one minute before you could try again.

He changed his passcode.

Red flag number two.

You tried to stay normal but the panic of him talking to a girl while changing his passcode didn’t leave much room for interpretation. When he came out of the bathroom he was wiping his hands on his pajama pants. He sat down and kissed your head, “You okay?” His question came when you pulled away from him, you crossed your arms and stared at the screen.

“Baby?” He called when you ignored him.

You hummed. If you spoke to him right now it wouldn’t be pretty.

“You okay? You look like-” He started to make a joke, you cut him off. It wasn’t the time to be cute and funny.

“Like my boyfriend has been texting a girl so much it made me insecure and when I tried to look at what was so important she needed to text you four times in a row I realized you changed your phone passcode?” You turned to look at him dead in the eye.

“Do I look like that, Peter?”

His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed with color.

He looked guilty.

“I, I, I…” He tried to start.

“You, You, You.” You spat back.

You stood and grabbed your water bottle and phone.

“You need a better excuse. I’ll talk to you later.”

You walked to the door and picked up your backpack. You had a hand on the door and waited. You waited for something, anything. You waited for Peter to speak, to call your name, to call you dumb for insinuatiting what you were, to beg you to stay, to talk about it. You waited for him to web your hand to the door, something.

You opened the door and waited. You walked over the threshold and waited. You shut the door and waited. You walked down the stairs slowly, you stopped at the lobby entrance for a moment and waited.

He never came.

Red flag number three.

If you were a cartoon character you would have steam coming from your ears. Your head would be red and swelling, it would pop with the pressure of heat and anger. If you could burn holes through someone right now it would be Peter.

Because, when you tell your boyfriend someone he’s talking to makes you feel insecure and you even snap at him over it and leave his house you would think he would learn something. Not having her stand at his locker, talking back and forth. You watched with seething anger, he was talking about something insignificant, you could always tell when he was ranting on a topic.

But Bailey, you never really watched her. And boy are you glad you tapped into that conversation.

Bailey liked Peter. No. She loved Peter.

You could see it written all over her face, her eyes were lit up at his movements, she was laughing when he wasn’t saying anything funny. She was curling a stand of hair around her finger, twisting her hips back and forth. But Peter, Peter didn't have a notice in the world she was looking at him like that.

He was just moving things around from his backpack to his locker, he didn’t look at her once but she bored her eyes into his face like he was the world's greatest human. Peter could be deft at times, he was so smart but so dumb. He could recite the first fifty numbers of Pi but had no clue when a girl was into him.

You slammed your locker and stomped over to him.

The power that you felt the moment Peter’s gaze finally looked up and smiled at you walking to him. And the moment Bailey’s face dropped. You lent forward for a kiss and smiled when he pushed his head down to meet you, he pulled back but you pulled him back by the waist of his shirt for one more.

“Looks like someone made up after the fight.”

Your power was drained. You felt weightless and defeated.

You looked at Peter and frowned. He almost wanted to cry, in the time you’ve been together he’s never seen a sadder face.

“You told her?” Your words were built in betrayal. He wouldn’t talk to you but he talked to her? The reason you felt so shitty to begin with?

“Yeah,” He looked at Bailey for a second, he licked his lips and thought of his next words carefully.

“Yeah, I just needed a girl’s perspective.”

You stepped back from him.

“A girl's perspective?”

You looked at Bailey, she had a half smirk but dropped it when Peter looked at her again.

He nodded his head and gulped. Bailey said this would help but it was backfiring badly. He didn’t choose his words carefully enough.

“You could’ve asked MJ or literally anyone else.” Your voice was monotone.

“Well Bailey-” He started. He was defending her. Not you.

Red flag number four.

You cut him off and spoke loudly. You wanted the hall to hear this.

“Bailey wants to fuck you. She’s trying to fuck this up.” You pointed between you and him.

“And you’re letting her.”

You stepped back ready to turn away to go to class. You looked at Bailey once more, her head was down and her cheeks were the color of a tomato, her whole body was flushed. You called her out in front of everyone.

You looked back at Peter and pointed at her ashamed stance.

“I don’t want to give you an ultimatum. I’m not that kind of girlfriend, but when you choose two girls you lose the one.”

You shook your head at him in disappointment and turned for math class.

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Peter was always your partner in lab. Even though you didn’t sit together he made a deal with his seat partner that during lab he would work with you instead. He always looked forward to the block class, he got almost 2 hours with you and especially today he needed the time to talk to you, to try and fix this because god, you were pissed.

But imagine his surprise when the teacher called for lab and you moved to his table but when his table partner went to stand you pushed his shoulder back down.

“Thanks Tye, but today I’m going to work with Bailey.”

You looked at Peter and turned to go back to your work station with Bailey. Her face froze in panic when you returned, you smiled at her.

“Why aren’t you working with Peter?” She laughed to ease the tension. It didn’t work.

“Because,” You sat next to her and twirled a strand of her hair around your finger.

“I don't want to work with Peter today. I want to talk about Peter today. I thought you would love that, both of us chatting about the boy we love.”

Peter gulped. You knew he could hear you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus right now. You knew he was in full blown panic mode. You knew he was a nervous pee-er.

Bailey looked behind her at Peter but you caught her chin to bring her back to your face.

“He’s nervous. He doesn’t like that I broke the routine.” You looked at her.

“When he’s nervous he has to pee. It’s cute, on our first date he had to pee like seven times.”

“He’s about to ask for a bathroom pass.”

Peter’s hand raised, “Mrs. McClendon, can I go to the bathroom?”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Told you.”

You watched her take your words in silence. She was scared of you at the moment, it was cute.

“Now, when he gets back, he is going to look at us. He’s going to wipe his hands on his pants and bite his lower lip. Then he’s going to sit down, he’s gonna tap his pencil on the desk and bounce his leg. Then he’s going to get up and look around and sharpen his pencil at the front of the class so he can get a better look at me to make sure I'm not tormenting you too much.” You smiled at her when you finished.

Bailey wasn’t sure where you were going with this.

When the class door opened you paused on writing down a chemistry question, the solution was the mixture you would be working on today.

“Go ahead. Look at him.” You nodded towards the back of the class. Bailey kept her eyes on her paper, you elbowed her.

“Really, watch him. I’m asking you too.”

You watched as Bailey looked at you, then turned her head to your boyfriend. You continued to work, even sliding Bailey’s worksheet to you to finish the second half of the equation. Bailey watched Peter at your command, she watched as he wiped his hands and looked around the room chewing on his bottom lip. He looked around until he looked towards their table, his eyes on you. You bent over the table, you looked between the pages and started to mumble. He heard you mutter something along the lines of ‘if Peter was here how would he do this? Is it x squared? No he would say that not every problem would be solved with x squared.’

He moved his eyes to see Bailey looking at him, he hadn't even noticed she was staring at him.

Peter moved to his seat with his head down. He started to tap the end of his pencil on the desk, then moved from biting his lip to shaking his leg. He looked at you once more, ignoring Bailey’s eyes. He looked at his pencil and pressed the lead to his desk watching it snap. He stood and walked to the front of the class to sharpen it again. He looked towards you and watched you struggle with the question, if you weren't mad at him you would have asked for help 3 times over by now.

He blew a breath through his mouth, he had to at least check on you. He had to make sure you weren’t berating Bailey too bad. He slowly made his way towards you, if the teacher asked he was taking the long way back to his seat. He paused in front of your seat, he was ignoring Bailey right now. Even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and talk to her right now.

“How’s it going over here?”

You looked up to Peter and smiled, you wrapped an arm around Bailey’s elbow and tugged her into your side. “Great! You know, I think we have some things in common.” You looked at her and watched her slow blink, you pushed your shoulder to hers, “Right?” She just nodded blankly.

“That’s great.” Peter responded weakly, he moved to stand over your shoulder.

“Need any help?”

You straightened your back and felt him involuntarily move in, it was a habit. He was used to standing guard over you.

“Yes, actually.” You pulled your arm from Bailey’s, and pointed to the sixth task.

He hummed and moved forward, his hand moving over your shoulder to grab your pencil. He lent his mouth into the back of your head and placed a soft kiss. You knew it was an ‘I love you’ and grabbed his wrist in a silent ‘I love you too.’

“You know you can’t solve everything with x squared right?” You lent your head back into his chest and groaned.

“I know but last lesson it was the answer to everything and it made me feel smart and now I need your help again.” You placed a kiss on his forearm. “Every time I feel caught up it changes.”

Peter hummed and wrote the equation down for you, most times he helped you solve it. Sometimes you weren't in the mood for a whole lesson and he would just give you the answer.

“I know, it’s such a drag to help you. I mean, you have to come over and I help you and then we get to watch movies and I get to kiss up on you. It’s actually terrible.” He kissed your forehead and pulled back.

“You’re good to start now. You wanna come over tonight? We can do homework, or…” He trailed off and moved to your right ear, his whisper to you only, he didn’t want Bailey to hear, your reaction alone would make her shake.

“Or, we can do something else. May isn’t home, she won’t be back til tomorrow evening. Whole place for us all night.” He mumbled into your ear and you pulled back with a gasp. You held a hand to your chest, “Peter Parker!” He hummed and smiled, he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Before he parted he pulled your head back by your chin, your face pulled backwards to look at him upside down. He had both his hands on the side of your face and smiled with his whole heart, he looked into your eyes and spoke honestly.

“Hey. I love you.” He winked and went back to his seat.

You started to pull the liquids to make the chemical reaction.

“How accurate was I?”

Bailey looked at you, and spoke softly.

“Spot on.”

“Know why I told you that?” She shook her head no.

You smiled at her with pity, you knew she felt it. She looked down in shame, “Know why I asked you to look at him?” She looked at you again, “No.”

“Because, You will never know him like I do. And he will never love you like he loves me.”

Bailey was silent for the rest of lab.

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Peter thought he had made it right.

You talked to him in lab. You lent into his touch and he even gave you the answer off the bat. He even totally ignored Bailey and felt like a dick but he did it so you would know there was nothing to worry about. He loved you, he thought you knew that. He didn’t mean to make you so upset, he really didn’t mean to make you cry.

In fact, if Peter really thought about it he can’t remember a time he’s made you cry like this. He made you cry because he made you feel beneath him.

Peter thought when you came over tonight all would be solved. There would be no Bailey discussion, he figured he made his point when he ignored her existence in class today but apparently that wasn’t good enough.

The way tonight went Peter wasn’t even sure he had a girlfriend anymore.

Honestly he wasn’t too sure when it started. He wondered if you came over with the intention to fight or it just happened, maybe it was intentional because you didn’t even bring your backpack. You were in pajamas and had mascara under your eyes, he wondered if it was from crying or rubbing at your eyes from a long day.

“Hi.” He greeted you at the door.

“Hey.” That set him back some, you both always said the same thing. It was always hi, always. Peter felt like he was slipping, were you both on different pages?

“Hey?”

“Hello?” You questioned back.

“Are we just running through formal greetings?” You moved to the kitchen to inspect his fridge. Peter always had the best snacks and drinks, and they were always different. It was the first thing you always checked, looking for the flavor of the week.

“Hi. It’s always hi.” Peter felt nervous, his eyes shot to his bathroom door.

You scanned the fridge and found the new soda flavor in front of you.

“Oo, orange? May is going crazy. If she gets grape next time I won't leave until I finish all of them.”

“Did you hear me?” He shifted his weight.

“Huh? Oh, yes sorry. Hi, Peter.” Your voice was muffled when you poked your head back into the fridge.

Peter frowned. It threw off his balance and it didn’t feel the same when he asked you to say it. He wanted you to do it naturally, not because he wanted it.

“Babe, do you have any more cherry Coke? I kinda want one of those instead.”

“Um, Maybe. I can look, I really have to pee though.” He nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

When he opened the door he saw you standing right by it, he jumped a little and held his hand to his chest. He looked behind you to the kitchen and started to make his way to look for your cherry coke.

He stopped when you put out an arm to block him from moving.

“Am I making you nervous?”

Peter looked around and looked back at you.

“A little.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Why?”

“I think you're mad at me.”

You paused and thought about it. You were a little upset still but not angry.

“I don’t think I am. I’m a little upset but I don’t want to yell at you.”

“You’re not mad?”

You moved in for a hug and squeezed until he grunted.

“Not mad.”

“Then why didn’t you say hi?”

“Hi.” You kissed where your head fell on his chest. You leaned up and kissed up his neck into his jaw, each kiss he was given an ‘Hi’.

“Okay, okay I get it!” He laughed and pushed you away from him.

You followed him to the kitchen and watched him squat in front of the fridge, his head ducking to try and find a Coke for you, he knows you stashed one. You just forgot where you put it. He rooted around in the vegetable drawer and pulled the last one out. He held it to you and you gasped and held it to your chest.

“My hero!”

Peter stood and stretched, “If only every crime was that easy.”

You yawned at his stretch and watched him copy.

“I’m putting on my PJ’s. You pick the movie.” You gave him a ‘you sure?’ look. Peter always chose the movies, he said you had the worst taste in movies and you weren’t able to pick them anymore. When you binge TV he loves your choices, but movies were a failed task.

“I’m positive. Be right back.” He answered your look, it made your heart swell when he did that. He knew you so well that one look could ask him a question.

You cracked open the can and took a sip, you offered one to Peter. He took the can and took a mouthful that puffed his cheeks out. He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled, he turned to his room to change. You meant to walk to the couch to choose a movie, and you did. You even sat your soda and phone down but then the thought of Peter changing was so exciting you bailed and went to watch him.

Except the excitement was blown the second you walked in. Peter wasn’t changing, he was sitting on his bed with his phone pulled to him with the charger in. He was fully clothed still, he went in with the intention of getting on his phone, not putting on pajamas.

His fingers were moving fast, he was trying to write as quickly as the thoughts came to him.

You knew who he was talking to.

Red flag number 5.

“What is wrong with you?” Your words were venomous.

Peter’s head shot up and his eyes went wide.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you? You’re so smart Peter, why are you being so dumb?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What does that mean?”

“Why are you still talking to her? What is it about her?” You pointed at his phone in his hand. He locked it and placed it face down on the nightstand. Your breath caught, he still didn’t want you to see.

You took a step back, and stared at his phone.

“Peter, I think we should break up.”

Peter stood from the bed.

“What?”

“I think we should break up.”

“What?” He couldn’t conceptualize what you were saying.

“I don’t like how you’re making me feel. I think I need to step back from this.”

“Step back? No, no no no, you don't need to step back.” His hands started to shake. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know how serious you were at school. You told him you’d dump him.

“Then why are you still texting her?” You shouted the words, tears gathering. You were about to break down.

“She’s a friend! You treated her like shit today and she wanted to make it right with me.” Peter sighed and felt tired, he didn’t feel like fighting right now.

“I treated her like shit? She’s the one that is trying to ruin this!”

“Really? Because you’re the one fighting with me.”

The tears came down your face, you started to huff.

“Why are you letting her do this?”

Peter ran a hand over his face. He could fight guys all night long but fights with his girlfriend were daunting and exhausting. There was always too much emotion involved.

“I’m just talking to her. As a friend. I’m your boyfriend, you won.”

“Then why did you change your passcode!” You screamed the words, your breaths were short.

“And why do you hide your phone from me? And why are you lying about talking to her?” You were on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I’m not! Morgan got my password and texted everyone in my recents I sucked. I changed it then, I swear! I’m not trying to hide it but you said you were insecure!” Peter tried to defend himself but just put his foot in his mouth.

“I'm insecure? You know I'm insecure about her and you’re still talking to her?” You wiped your tears and sniffled.

“She just went through a bad break up! She said it was hurting debate so she needed help and she just started talking to me.”

“She wants a rebound not a friend Peter!” You were hurt and frustrated.

“Oh my God!” He shouted and pulled at his hair.

“She knows you exist! She knows we're dating!.” He pointed between you two.

“And she doesn’t care! You know she likes you, I know you do!” Your voice was rising again.

“I didn’t know it until today, I swear. But she knows we’re dating and that nothing will happen! She told me today!”

“And you told her about last night?” You shot at him.

“I needed to talk to someone!” He matched your tone.

“But not your girlfriend? Really? You’re going to talk to the person that made me leave?” You slapped your hands on your thighs and sniffled. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out his window as you started to cry again.

Peter sighed and looked at you, you were so upset you were trembling. He had really fucked this up, he was trying to save the relationship not make it worse. He stepped forward to grab you but you stepped back and looked at him.

“Why her?” You sniffled and wiped away your tears before more were released.

“I never get jealous. I let you talk to other girls all the time, I let you hang out with them and I don't get mad or question you. But this one, this one makes me upset. Why can’t you get that? It’s just one.” You spoke softly, your lip trembled with the sob that wanted to escape. You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to hug you and tell you he would stop talking to her, but he didn’t.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Y/N. I just thought she needed a friend. I just think you’re reading too much into it.” He spoke calmly but his words made you feel dumb, like this was a silly argument.

Red flag number 6.

“I don’t like you right now Peter. I’ve told you how I feel about her twice now and each time you wave it off. It’s not about her anymore, she's just a girl from school. But you're my boyfriend, and you've made me feel belittled and downplayed and lower than you.” You moved towards the door, but kept facing him.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. It wasn’t my intention.” His response was robotic.

You guffawed at him, his words were hollow. Did he not understand what was happening here?

“You know what Peter? It feels like you're cheating on me.” Your words sent swords to his heart.

“I’m not- I would never.” He moved towards you and grabbed your hands in his.

“I’m not cheating on you. I wouldn’t do that, okay? I love you.”

You pulled your hand from his and shook your head. The disappointment was written on your face, even he could see it.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me this way.” Your words were soft, the decision was made. You weren’t going to make your partner choose you.

“What does that mean?” His voice was panicked. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

You stayed silent. He knew what this meant. He was fucking this up, you were the love of his life and he’s about to let you walk out the door. He was letting you dump him.

“Baby, what does that mean?” You turned your face and held your eyes shut as you cried. This was so hard.

“Baby?” His voice was pleading. You cried harder at the word, it was yours. He gave you that name and you wore it like a badge.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

Peter had never cried in an argument, but this wasn’t an argument anymore. This was a breakup.

“Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this to me. I’m sorry, please don’t. Please.” He begged you.

You shook your head, you had to stay strong. You had to prove you were worth more.

“Baby, please. I’ll let you read the texts. I’ll block her number. Please. Anything.”

You met his eyes, they were red and glistening. His nose was red, you remembered you told him his nose always went red when he cried. You called him your little rudolph. You just felt sad looking at him.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked and tears ran down his cheeks. His breaths were short, once the tears started he couldn’t stop. He brought his wrist to his eye and rubbed at it. He turned his back to you, his quick inhales left you wanting to run to him. You wanted to rub your hand down his back and help him breathe, you wanted to hold him and tell him it was okay but it wasn’t. You didn’t feel secure anymore.

“Peter,” You looked at his front door, you needed to leave. You couldn’t watch him anymore, it was becoming unbearable.

“Peter, I should go.” You nearly whispered the words, they were so hard to say.

“Y/N.” He whimpered. You’ve never heard him like this. He was pleading with you, he needed you like water right now.

“Peter, I have to go now. I’ll see you later, okay?” You stared at his back. You realized you hadn’t kissed him tonight, you didn’t get a last kiss.

You silently grabbed your phone and left. He didn’t say a word, part of you wanted him to fight harder for you. The other was glad he didn’t, he let you make this as easy as possible and you knew it killed him inside to do it.

You loved him. You truly loved him with your whole heart. And if you were cruel you would tell him that, but instead you looked at him one last time. He was hunched over as his shoulders shook, he was holding in his cries for you. Your heart fell to the floor and you left it there as you passed over the threshold.

Peter couldn’t sleep that night.

He also couldn’t be Spider-Man that night. He couldn’t do anything that required him to get out of bed, he felt trapped the second you left. His mind was hollow, he was entirely empty inside. He kept replaying the fight in his mind, he was never good at fighting with you. He always said the wrong things and made it worse. That’s why he never tried to fight.

He felt depleted and at a loss. He felt so fucking stupid too. He doesn’t know why he fought you so hard on it. It was one person that made you feel bad, but Peter, the one who wants to do nothing but love and protect you made it worse. He didn’t take your side, and that’s why you dumped him. He doesn’t blame you, he’d dump himself if he could.

He told himself ‘That’s it!’ If he goes over to Bailey’s and talks to her he can solve everything with you. He just needed to friend dump her and everything goes back to normal. Satisfied with his plan he jumped out of bed and grabbed his wallet and phone barley locking the front door before speeding down the stairs.

When he got to Bailey’s the plan was simple: Tell her girlfriend dumped you, tell her you can no longer be friends, get girlfriend back. Easy enough.

But the second the first part came out she let out an “Thank God!” and sighed.

“What?” Peter was puzzled.

“Thank God! She was the absolute worst. I don’t know how you lasted that long with her. She is truly insufferable. She’s always talking about you and going on and on about how special she is to be with you. If I’m being honest she never deserved you.” She paused and took a sip from her straw.

“You didn’t like her?” Peter was lost. Bailey had told him you were friends and she loved how cute you and him were together.

Bailey laughed at his question. “God no, I was praying for her downfall.”

“What? Why?” Peter couldn’t believe this. He was so blindsided, you were right. All she wanted was to get him to herself. And he let it happen.

“She didn’t deserve you. I just said that, silly.”

Bailey moved closer to Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“But, if you’re feeling sad and needy I can make a good rebound. I need one myself, this works out perfectly.” She lent in to kiss him but Peter pushed her back.

“Are you insane? You said you needed a friend. I was good to you, I believed you when you said you wanted nothing more than that. I fought with my girlfriend over you. I got dumped because of you and you want to have sex?” Peter stood and shook his head at her.

“You’re not a good person. You rubbed off on me, I was a terrible boyfriend tonight. You don’t deserve me at all, and how you could insinuate that is beyond me. You are a shitty human who did a terrible thing.” He spat the words and turned to leave.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re just as bad. You fell into my trap just as easy, you knew what I wanted. Even your girlfriend called me out and you still kept talking to me. You must not have loved her that much.” She shrugged her shoulders, this was nothing to her.

Peter’s blood boiled with her words. You had told him those words just a few hours before and now Bailey was rubbing that in his face. Peter clenched his fists but couldn’t keep calm, he was so pissed at this girl that ruined his relationship he couldn’t keep a level head. He turned to walk to where she had stayed. Peter bent at the waist so his face was in hers directly, he wanted her to know the words he was about to share came from his heart.

“You are vile. You are scum. You are a terrible shitty human with no remorse or moral standpoints. You prayed on pity and turned it into a fun game. You mean nothing to me, if you were on fire I wouldn’t even spit on you. I think you are the worst person I have ever met and I’ve met a lot of them.” His words were ice cold, he has never spoken such cruel things.

“Wow. That hurts.” She blinked at him.

“You know what Bailey? I hope you find love, I really do. And I hope it’s really good. The kind of once in a lifetime kind of love. The love where you know the other person like the back of your hand, there is nothing that they can hide from you, and you can’t hide it from them. I want you to have a love that gives you a reason to wake up in the morning, someone that makes you breathe better just by seeing them. A love where you can’t imagine one possible moment without them because no matter what it is they just make it so much better. I hope that for you, I really do.” Peter spoke sincerely and went to leave.

“Do you really?” Her voice was soft. She always wanted a love like that, she dreamed of it.

“Of course.” He had his hand on her doorknob and turned his head over his shoulder.

“Then I hope you fuck it all up and lose it all.” He opened the door and slammed it behind him.

Peter was banging on your window.

You tried to ignore the taps at first, but then they were knocks. Then they were thumps of his palm against the window. You rolled your eyes, there was a reason it was shut and locked. You wanted to keep him out.

His restlessness was unsettled, his bangs became faster until you huffed and threw the covers off you and ripping the curtains open. You stared at Peter on the other side of the glass, and waited. You weren’t going to say a word until he did.

Peter looked at you wide eyed with an open mouth. He didn’t expect you to actually come to the window, he assumed he would have to break in.

“What?” You barked the words at him. You didn’t want to break the silence first but he was taking too long. Peter cupped his hand around his ear and made a confused face. “What?” You repeated. He narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his ears.

“I know you can hear me Peter!”

He stared blankly at you.

You groaned and unlocked the window and threw it up.

“Hi!” He smiled at you.

“Hi.”

His heart clenched. You still did it. Involuntary or not it counted.

“What do you want?” You were quick to the point.

“Oi! What happened to exes being friends?”

You frowned at him. It’s too soon for him to be making these jokes, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.

“Not funny yet?” He read your mind.

“No.”

“That’s okay. I’m still into my ex.” He shrugged and watched you roll your eyes. He didn’t miss the hint of a smile on your lips, he still has you.

“Why are you here?”

“I went to Bailey’s house.” He started but you were finished at that sentence.

You stared at him and pushed the window down, he caught it at the bottom and pushed it up. You huffed and pushed it down, he kept his hand in place the window not budging against his grasp. You stood on your tiptoes and put all your weight into pushing it down but it stayed complacent.

“This isn’t one you’ll win baby.” His tone was cocky, he liked seeing you flustered.

“You can’t call me that I’m not your girlfriend.” You sat down at the window so you were equal height with Peter on the other side. You grabbed at this hand and tried to uncurl his fingers on the wood.

“Oh you like rubbing that in.” He watched as you tried to get him to release his grip but you were failing.

“Peter let go!” You reached your arm out to pull at his wrist.

“No. I love you.”

You pulled away and tucked your knees to your chest. You put your head down and started to cry, your shoulders shaking with each sob. Peter pulled the window open and let himself in, he sat down with you and wrapped his body around yours. You cried harder at his warmth, you turned around to press yourself into his neck.

“Why’d you let me do that?” Your words were muffled in his shirt.

“Because you had to.” He kissed your forehead and rested his head on yours.

Green flag number 1.

“Can I continue?” You nodded your head against his.

“I went to Bailey’s house. See, I had this great idea that if I told her what happened she would be empathetic and set it straight and then we would never talk again and me and you would get back together and the worst five hours of my life would be over. But something worse happened.”

You sniffled and pushed him back with your hands on his chest. You looked over his face and neck, if he was here to tell you he hooked up with her you would lose it.

“What happened Peter?”

He sighed and looked down. “You were right.”

“Huh?”

“I know right? Here I go with my loud mouth saying you don’t understand, but it was me babe. I didn’t understand. You were right, you were so right.”

“About what?”

Peter leaned back on his arms, “She wanted to bone me babe. Like right out the gate, I went over there heart in my hands. No light or soul left in me, just grasping at straws. I tell her you just dumped me with a capital D, no remorse, just a straight kill shot.” He smiled when he made you laugh, you wiped at your nose with a sleeve of his hoodie.

“And she goes, and I quote, “Thank, God.” and I obviously, in pure shock. Just double knifed right now, punches from every side. I say, “what?” because there is no way I heard that right and she says it again. Then she said she hated you, which she said you were friends all along, and that you didn’t deserve me. Then said I needed a rebound and so did she and this was actually a good thing if I think about it. Then she tried to actually bone me.” Peter concluded his rant.

“What did you do?” You looked at him and hoped he did the right thing.

“I barked at her.”

You laughed and leaned forward to hit his arm, “No you didn’t.”

“No I didn’t. I said some really, really mean things. Like, I defended your honor so hard she’s gonna form a crush on you instead.” He smiled at you, he wanted to ask if everything was okay now.

Green flag number 2.

“How mean?” You pushed him, you’ve never seen Peter mean. He must have wished her coffee was always too sweet or too bitter, never just right. That's the most vicious you could imagine Peter getting.

He let out a puff of air.

“Uh, something about being vile and being a shitty human and hoping she has the once in a lifetime kind of love you always dream of and she fucks it all up. Or something like that, I dunno it’s kinda blur.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked towards you.

Green flag number 3.

You pulled your head back in impressment.

“Wow. I’m lucky you spared my feelings when I totally crushed you after I slammed dumped you.”

“Good one, babe.” He stuck his hand out for a fist bump.

“You were totally heartless there. I mean I was crying like a baby and you stone cold just left. Now I know who the bad cop is gonna be when we have kids.” He poked fun and you turned your head at him.

“We’re not getting back together, Peter.”

Your words were ice. Peter felt frozen, he was sinking on the titanic. He figured it was okay now, you were talking like you were okay. Peter had a deer in headlights look and cleared his throat.

“Um, yeah. Of course, I really fucked that one up. I just wanted you to have closure.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and went to stand so he could make his exit.

You reached for his wrist and pulled him to keep him sitting.

“No hard feelings?” You reached your hand out for a handshake. He started at your hand and shook it, he nodded at your words. “No hard feelings.”

Green flag number 4.

You let out a breath of fresh air.

“Oh good. Don’t get me wrong, you’re totally hot and smart and totally my type. I mean you make me laugh even when I’m supposed to be mad at you and you always know how to fix our problems but I mean, I’m still hung up on my ex. It wouldn’t be fair to jump into a new relationship right now.”

Peter nodded with your words.

“I understand. I’m still not over my ex, she reminds me a lot like you. Beautiful, witty and just a dream stomper. I still love her actually.” He sighed and reminisced.

“I still love mine too.” You looked at him and felt like giving him the best kiss of your life.

“You know if we're both hurting from our ex’s we could just be each other's rebound. It works out perfect.”

You leaned over and met him in a kiss. He made a surprised sound not expecting your move but grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. He opened his mouth into yours and deepened the kiss, he thought he wasn’t going to be able to do this for a while. Not ever again though, he always knew he would win you back. You moved to straddle his waist, with your arms locked behind his head you pulled back from him and pecked his mouth.

“I’m sorry I broke up with you.” You whispered into his mouth.

“It’s okay. I deserved it.” He matched your tone.

Green flag number 5.

“It was the worst five hours of my life. Let's never do that again.”

Peter lent in to kiss you again, and again.

“Deal.”

“No really, it was traumatic.”

Peter was kissing down your neck, he hummed and you pulled away with a shout.

“Was it? I think I was more traumatized. The love of my life broke up with me like it was nothing. I was a mess.”

“No, actually I had it worse. I mean you were begging me not to do it, I was the heartless monster that had to keep going and actually do it.”

“I think you gave me trust issues.” He moved some hair behind your ear and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh I gave you trust issues?” Making sure to enunciate on the you.

“Mhm. I see the error of my words.”

You pressed your forehead against his and stilled. It was okay. Everything was okay.

“Hey, Petey?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Green flag number 6.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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can you make a peter parker smut where he gets a 89% on his math final and he needs to js take it out on the reader 🤩🤩

A/N: ops, I finished writing this before the clock even struck 6 in the morning... idk how to explain, I have the circadian rhythm of an 80-year-old tbh.

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“Not that I’m complaining,” you panted, lazily running your fingers along the dewy spine of the man sprawled out on top of you, “but what was all of that? Where did it come from?”

Shifting his face on the swell of your tits, parting the heat of your bosom from his cheek, he glanced up at you with weary eyes and reluctantly uttered, “I got a 89% on my math final…”

“89?” you cocked a brow, not taking into account who it was you were talking to, “but that’s such a good grade.”

“Yeah, but not for me and especially not in math,” you detected the heated tears threatening to come to fruition, “I’ve never gotten below a 92, period, but that’s usually in things that I suck at, not math, never math,” his hold on you tightened as he lowered his head back down, staring intensely at the chipped spot on the wall beside your bed.

Eyes locked on the crown of his head, you helplessly uttered just above a whisper, “I’m sorry Peter. I’m really sorry,” feeling your naked body being to tremble beneath his in empathy, “fuck… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better…”

Feeling the spent hardness, that never quite disappeared, press against your inner thigh with a cautious grind of his hips, he peeked up at you once more and suggested, “round two?” actually withdrawing a faint giggle within you from the heart-breaking smirk on his lips, “just let me fuck you till I forget, even if it just slips away for a second, please, let me have this, let me have you…”

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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'you're a very good kisser.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

omg what about tasm!peter taking you to the library for a ‘study date’ but you just end up kissing in the history section oops 🤭

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Everything's going fine, more than that, actually, until a textbook digs into your spine. Peter's too far gone to realize that your squirming is out of discomfort rather than pleasure, and you have to push against his chest to get him to break away from the kiss he's pressing you against the shelves with.

He blinks dazedly, his lips slick with spit as he pants slightly.

"What- what's wrong?"

"There's-" You reach behind you, squinting at the cover of the book you'd been bruised by, "Napoleon decided to join us."

"Oh," He laughs softly, keeping his voice down in case anyone comes to bust you for using the library inappropriately, "I think that's why we're not supposed to make out in the library."

Despite his previous statement, he leans in for another kiss.

"Peter," You mumble, unable to resist the temptation to reciprocate. He kisses you firm and steady, but you peck his lips once, twice, "Peter, I think we should move."

"Mmm okay." He hums, nose still prodding at your cheek, lips on your own, "Romance section?"

"Bedroom," You worm out of his grip, taking his hand and dragging him towards the exit. He follows eagerly, nodding with a hazy grin.

"That- that works, too." He decides, "Much less dusty."

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luxbub · 3 months

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Peter is the kind of bf who rarely calls you by your name and prefers sweet little nicknames that cause your cheeks to redden.

“Pretty girl” when you are in your “no is going to see me” outfit, for him you in your natural habitat is your best look of all.

It’s not unusual for peter to come home and catch you just gotten out of the shower and in your bath robe with smeared make up staining your face. The second he catches sight of you the words “pretty girl” have already spewed out of his lips.

He uses sweetheart mostly after a fight.

“Sweetheart” in his accent drives me crazy and so it would also drive reader crazy, like just him saying the word in a normal sentence, but adding “sweetheart” at the end would make you open your legs in an instant and forget what you were mad about in the first place.

You’ve just had a fight about how reckless you are but he’s like “i wont always be there to protect you, sweetheart” and your bending over the table ready to have your guts rearranged.

Him just casually saying “darling” cause he loves seeing you blush.

Thats so real, cause who wouldn’t. I feel like thats the nickname that suits him most, so he is going to use it on a daily basis, and you wouldn’t get tired of blushing anytime that the word came out of his mouth.

Even when you have just woken up and are turning on your side to look at him, he is already mumbling the words “good morning, darling” literally making you fold.

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beyondspaceandstars · 7 months

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"You deserve all the flowers."

Relationship: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Drabble Summary: Peter brings you flowers every night and you're just not sure why. Word Count: 740 A/N: what?? what??? a new drabble - a FRESHLY written drabble? i got so excited last night when I finally had the motivation/inspiration to write. this is over on the word count for my usual drabbles but it's under 1k so i think it still counts lmao i hope you enjoy!!

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You swore one of these days Peter was going to turn your apartment into a full-blown greenhouse. You didn’t know how it started or why he always showed up with flowers but your kitchen was crowded with vases and it was slowly spilling over into your living room.

And now here Peter, still in his Spider-Man suit, was once again entering your apartment through your fire escape window while gripping another bouquet. He brought you daisies this time. They were very fragrant; their scent filled your bedroom immediately.

"Hi, sweetheart," Peter muttered after he pulled off his mask. "I picked these up for you tonight. I hope they’re okay, I don’t think I’ve gotten you daisies in a while."

You couldn’t help but smile as you took the fresh flowers from him. "Thank you, Peter. They’re lovely," you replied. He had most certainly just gotten you daisies last week but you weren’t going to mention it. That bunch was in your kitchen, blooming and bright.

Peter planted a kiss on your cheek before shuffling aside your open textbooks and flopping on his unofficial official side of your bed. You were just finishing up studying for your college midterms when he came in.

You took in Peter’s exhausted form. He didn’t look too beat up, just a bit tired, which put you at ease. You weren’t a stranger to this situation. Peter would come to your apartment following his patrol, flowers in hand, ready to talk about nothing and everything before you both inevitably drifted off to sleep. But you’d never go to bed before the flowers were taken care of. Even though Peter brought you a plethora of them—so much so you were having to seriously get creative with the vases—each one melted your heart. Each one was special and deserved proper attention.

You cared for them because he cared enough to get them. But you never quite understood why it was so consistent. Did other girls want this many flowers?

"What were you working on?" Peter asked as he flipped through one of your textbooks. You watched his eyes skim the page.

"Philosophy," you answered, but it wasn’t like you had to. "I have a midterm coming up."

"Oh, yeah, we’re at that time of the year," he sighed. "Do you want me to quiz you on anything tonight?"

You shook your head and gently pulled the book from his hands. You closed the cover and shut your notebooks all while still coddling the bouquet of daisies. "Peter, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he responded, his voice very level. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course," you assured him, "I just wanted to ask about the flowers."

He frowned. "The flowers?"

You nodded as you fiddled with the stems of the daisies. "They’re really beautiful and so thoughtful of you, it’s just…"

"What?" Peter gulped. "Do you not like them?"

"No," you insisted, "no, that’s not it at all. I love them so much. But I’m just curious… Why? Why do you bring me flowers every night?"

Your sweet boyfriend let out a sigh of relief at your question. "That’s what that big build-up was for?" He teased.

Your cheeks grew warm. "My apartment is drowning in flowers, Peter."

"There’s still room," he said with a shrug. "But to answer your question I… I guess it gives me something to focus on, a goal to have at the end of the night. It’s not always crazy out there but there’s been some things that have gotten to me and it’s just part of what keeps me going. I gotta protect the great people of this city and I gotta bring you flowers." Peter sighed. "I love you so much, sweetheart, and you deserve all the flowers."

An ache stabbed its way through your chest. Your grip on the flowers tightened as a tear threatened to spill out. Your reaction felt a little dramatic but your boyfriend’s words were just what you needed to hear.

"Oh, honey…" You nearly cried as you leaned over to place a kiss on his lips. He was also almost crying but still happily reciprocated the affection.

Peter sniffled. "I’m sorry I’ve been drowning you in flowers."

You shook your head and let out a breathy laugh. "I don’t mind anymore. Please drown me in flowers forever, babe."

"Forever," Peter repeated with a smile. "Absolutely. Forever. I can do forever."

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secretlovezz · 3 months

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Peter Parker who plops himself down to lay on you after he gets home from patrol, doesn't even bother to take off his mask let alone his suit before throwing his body weight onto you while you lay in bed. He just needs to be close and feel your warmth against his. He just needs to hold you and for you to hold him.

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shayyprasad · 3 months

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skittles | peter parker

summary: peter likes to pick on your size.

warnings: ...short... shaming...? idk it's supposed to be an attempt at fluff

pairing: peter parker x short!fem!reader

word count: 0.67k+ words

peter parker loved you, no doubt, and he also happened to love making fun of you.

"ughhh, peter just give it to me!" you whined, reaching for the remote he held way up above you.

"what do we say when we want something?"

"give it to me or i'll snap your neck," you said, despite the fact the both of you knew it wasn't possible. but, hey, we're all for empty threats.

"mmm, close. but no."

"give!"

"being tall is so much fun."

"you've stooped down too far to be considered tall now."

"awww, wittle y/n is angwy!"

you gave him a warning stare, and he grinned in response. whining again, you tugged at his shirt. peter had the most smug look on his face, and you just wanted to slap it right off, "beg, shorty."

you gasped, "no! and i'm not that short! i'm- i'm... just below average."

"okay, okay. you're not short. you're," pete paused, thinking, before his eyes lit up, "you're fun-sized!"

"i'm sorry, what? how is that any better?!"

"aw, c'mon, that's adorable!"

"fun-sized!" you repeated, frowning. "how on any earth is that any better?"

"no, no, it's better! like- like... skittles!"

"...skittles? the candy?"

"well, yeah."

"the candy? did you just compare to to candy?"

"i guess. but, wait, if it's any consolation, you totally taste better."

"peter!"

"what?"

"give me the remoteeee. i wanna watch gilmore girls!"

"you've seen it a million times."

"boo-hoo. it's my turn."

he tsked, "okay. but you gotta get the remote first."

"peter, i swear i'll end your supply of kisses. for a lifetime."

the boy gasped, "you'd never, skittles."

"no. i don't like that name. i like 'angel'. call me that. not skittles."

"but it's so cute! and it fits!"

you simply glared at him. "so does angel!"

"meh. and it is," peter insisted.

"it most definitely is not."

"well, of course you don't like it. you're fun-sized."

"not. fun-sized. that's so much worse then being called half-pint! or oompa-loompa! actually, is it bad that i prefer pee-wee? or stumpy?"

"no, i think i like skittles."

"peteeeee. babyyyy."

"yes?" he asked, teasing.

"give me the damn remote," then after a second, "please?"

"hmmm-"

"you know what?" you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder, "no kisses."

"nah, you'd-"

"they've been revoked."

"but-"

"re-voked."

"ski-"

you snapped your head back at him, raising an eyebrow.

peter smirked, "skittles."

true to your word, you'd refused to kiss him the rest of that day and into the next. unfortunately for you, he was taking it great.

peter seemed to really like that nickname, but it didn't matter. you'd break him.

probably.

"skittles!"

you groaned loudly, muttering curses under your breath. from across the hall, you could see peter, a bright grin on his face. shoving things in your locker, you refused to give him any good attention.

who's skittles?

"not me," you muttered under your breath.

"hi," peter said, leaning in for a kiss, which you dodged. peter pouted, "still?"

"yes."

"oh, well. hey! i got you something!"

"ooh, really," you asked, breaking character.

he chuckled, "peace offering." peter tossed something at you, which you managed to catch. looking down at it, you groaned once again, glancing back up at his stupid face.

"seriously?" you asked.

it was a pack of fun-sized skittles.

"you likey?"

"no. me not likey." but since you were hungry, you tore the bag open. before you could get any, he grabbed some.

"hey! those are mine!"

peter plopped them in his mouth, "i gave them to you."

"exactly, so they're mine now!"

he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "want them back?"

"ew, no!" you crossed your arms, "i'm telling may."

"oh, yeah? what'll she do?"

"ummm.... ground you."

"she can't ground me. i'm spider-man."

you smirked, eating an orange skittle. "remind me again, does she know that?"

"no- hey!"

"that's right." you stood in triumph, closing your eyes briefly. in that moment, catching you off-guard, he kissed you. forgetting momentarily of what you said you wouldn't do, you kissed him back, smiling lightly.

pete smiled, "tastes like skittles."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #fluff #tom holland x you #peter parker drabble #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #marvel #the avengers

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.

I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.

fem!reader 0.7k words

You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.

You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.

“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.

His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”

You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”

Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”

You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.

“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”

Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.

When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.

“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.

You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”

You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”

Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”

You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”

You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.

Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.

“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.

You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”

Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”

You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”

Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.

“Stupid pavement,” he says.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.

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hanasnx · 6 months

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i feel like peter would use his webs to tie u up

MINORS DNI 18+

“You trust me? Right?” PETER PARKER questions amusedly, patting your clasped hands as he maneuvers backwards. Your hands are secured to the headboard, bound by his web fluid. An uncomfortable sensation surrounds them, gooey, tepid, and sticky. You’re not fond of it, but you adore the idea of being stuck with nowhere to go.

You answer him with a raised brow and a, “Should I be nervous?”

He knocks his head back and forth as drags out the sound, “Eh,” as if he’s deliberating it, but he’s just messing with you. That thrill in your stomach persists, shifting against the covers for any friction on your heated skin. “You’ll be alright. You’re in good hands. Besides,” he adds lightheartedly, “I’ll pull you right out if you need.” The idea of how easily he can rip apart his bindings, freeing you if things get too intense… makes you rub your thighs together. He regards the motion with a look and a growing grin. “Oh, I see someone’s ready, huh? What do you say, baby? You want me to edge you ‘til your head spins?” A rhetorical question he makes plenty good on. Mercilessly squeezing every last drop of cum out of your cunt with his experienced tongue.

#indy: drabbles #ch: peter #peter parker drabble #anon #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#peter parker prompt #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x fem reader #insomniac!spider-man smut #spider-man smut #spider-man x reader #x f!reader #reader insert

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cosmal · 1 year

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✪ — sender is found drunk by receiver, ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

tequila makes me sleepy

summary — pete comes to find you at a party after you call him.

content — tasm!peter parker x fem!afab!reader, drunk!reader, metnions of gross guys sexualizing reader

Peter doesn't have his mask on. He's been swinging about Queens trying to find the party you're at and he hasn't thought about how he's recognisable the entire time.

He thinks about how tired you'd sounded on the phone. How you'd begged him to stay on the phone so you wouldn't fall asleep. Thinking about it more makes him panicky, but he can't help it.

"Tequila makes me sleepy, Parker."

"Yeah? Where are you, honey?"

"Some party. Stay on the phone? Don't wanna fall asleep."

Eventually, he finds the party. In the back of his dizzy mind, he remembers you mentioning it on Tuesday when you were over at his apartment. He remembers how excited you were about it and how upset you were because he wasn't coming.

He lands in the alley beside the building and wastes no time in pushing through the front door. He stands in the front entranceway and starts to get frustrated. Most of the time, he hates his enhanced senses. Even more so right now because he can't hear you.

He blames it on the crowd. There are way too many people here for him to be focusing on just one. But it's you. He knows more about you than he does himself and he can't fucking hear you. He hopes that he's too overwhelmed. The reason why he can't hear you. Not because you've left and you're somewhere, drunk and unsafe, where he can't find you.

"Hey," he grabs the arm of some drunk guy, "where's the bedroom?"

Pointing down to the left with a wobbly arm, "Down that hall," he slurs.

Peter doesn't say thank you. He drops his arm and heads In that direction. Avoiding PDA and more rowdy drunk guys.

The relief he feels when he pushes open the door only lasts a few moments. He finds you, on your stomach with your face smooshed against your arm, asleep. Your sparkly dress rides up your legs to reveal enough bare skin to make Peter feel uncomfortable. He's grateful he's here right now.

The mattress dips down where he sits down by your head, and can't help himself from pushing your messy hair from your face.

Your lips parted, you wrinkle up your face when you start to rouse. Peter is selfish with his hands, squeezing at the fat of your shoulder, running a knuckle down your soft cheek. Slowly, you come to, blinking away your fatigue. Peter, and he's super sorry for it, thinks you're adorable.

"Hello," he says softly. He doesn't know why, but he feels guilty for waking you.

"Peter," you say, lips sticking together with blotchy gloss, "Pete, hey." This time when you say it, it's just understandable. He appreciates the fond hum to your words nonetheless.

"Hey," he says and pushes his thumb into your cheek. You groan because he's a nuisance but he doesn't care because you're okay.

You sit up on your elbows and he can tell you're trying not to wobble. He wants to stable you but doesn't know how to in your position. You seem as dizzy as he'd expect because you always are when drunk. You have the scars on your knees to prove it.

"What are you doing here?" you mumble, scratching at your face with a flippancy he hates.

He catches your hand and rubs your face for you. Gently, because he's not mean, he smooths the back of his hand down your cheek and pushes his fingers over your eyebrow and into your hair.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," he tells you. "You sounded bad on the phone, honey."

"Shit, I'm," you hiccup and he panics for a moment. "Shit I'm sorry, Pete, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," he says honestly. You did scare him but it's okay now because it was reasonable. And you're okay.

You sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed and he stables you with a hand on the bottom of your back. Pulling your dress down your legs, he frowns when you shiver.

"You cold?" he worries.

Nodding, you clearly regret it with a groan. "A little. This dress is horrible."

"You think?"

"Yeah, it's itchy and-" you're hiccuping some more and he hopes you don't make yourself sick, "it's too small. The guys here- they, they're gross."

Peter goes rigid. "They didn't do anything did they?"

You shake your head and there's a timidness to you that Pete wants to capture and keep forever. You, an image, rumpled clothes and droopy eyes. Despite how worried he'd been only ten minutes ago, he thinks you're amazing. It's terrifying, honestly.

"No, they just look at me..." you trail off and look at the wall over Peter's shoulder quickly, "They look at me like I'm a piece of meat."

Peter doesn't know what to say. He feels queasy.

"Well, they don't look at me like you are right now."

"Like what?" he lets his tongue catch up to his head.

"I don't know." You shrug and look at your lap.

Peter can't help himself. "I hope they don't look at you like I do. Like you're the prettiest girl in the room. If they do, they need to find someone else."

You let your head fall against his shoulder. "Pete..."

"It's true."

"They don't." He can hear your smile.

"They don't?" Peter now sounds half-offended. "Who else are they looking at like that? You're the prettiest girl in the room."

You have the decency in you to scoff. "You're unbelievable."

"I know," he says when you yawn. "I know. C'mon let's get you home."

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inkdrinkerworld · 4 months

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tasm!peter parker with a reader that hates christmas and always gets kinda down about the season but then peter takes them to spend christmas with him and may?? anyway love your blog!! happy christmas!

Thank you angel! Happy Christmas to you too :)

Peter is on a mission to make this a great Christmas season for you and despite your usual Grinch behaviour, it’s working.

You’re both in May’s kitchenette, rolling pin in your hand and cookie cutter in Peter’s while Aunty May deals with the meat.

You’re smiling and humming along to the music not because you particularly like it, but because you feel light around the entire idea of celebrating Christmas with these two people.

Peter watches amazed as he stamps snowmen and snowflakes into the dough- he knew all you needed to do was something fun and what’s more fun than having a flour fight and then making Christmas cookies?

“I can feel you staring at me, Parker.”

He flushes, cheeks hot as he refocuses on cutting out cookies. “I just like that you’re not frowning anymore, Grinchy.”

You roll your eyes but before you can retaliate, May snaps a kitchen towel on his shoulder.

“That’s not nice Peter. Plus, the Grinch ended up loving Christmas in the end.”

You nod, “Yeah, who knows I might actually have gotten you gifts.” He chuckles. “Or maybe I’ll steal Christmas in the night- guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”

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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Show Me You Care

this came to me late last night, just a little story.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: angst, fluffy

Word count: 4.5K

Summary: Peter doesn't fight, you need him to fight to show he cares.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. If Peter doesn’t fight with you then he just doesn’t love you that much. If he actually cared about you and your relationship then he would fight for it.”

Aubrey Abrahms was a bitch.

It had started at lunch, and to be fair you don’t know why you’re friends with Aubrey Abrahms. She was rude, spoke over her friends and claimed she knew better than everyone.

When she dropped at the table she spoke immediately. It didn’t matter that Lindsee was telling a story about her dad and a cop from that weekend, that whole the group in chatters and excitement. It was all about Aubrey Abrahms because she just arrived and if you weren’t talking about her then why bother?

“Sorry I look so messy today guys, Ethan and I had a long fight and we were up all night on the phone.”

Lindsee, Sara and Casey all look at eachother. No one asked, or cared, or noticed.

“Okay? So, then my dad was talking to Wall Street Walter, you know, the homeless guy on 18th who can predict the stocks? Well he was telling my dad that the-”

“I mean it was a long night, Lindsee. I was seriously up all night, and boyfriend fights are the worst! I know you guys don’t get it but Y/N does, right?” She looked at you and waited for your confirmation.

“Uh, not really.” You twirled your fork around some spaghetti.

“What do you mean?” She looked confused then gasped.

“Oh no! Don’t tell me you guys don’t fight!”

“I mean we really don’t. I just yell at him and he listens.” You shrug, it wasn’t a big deal. When you were upset you made it be known and Peter fixed it the best he could, he wasn’t one to put up a fight.

“So, what? He doesn’t get vocal or yell? Or call you names?” She inched forward on the table.

“What? No. If he did he would be single.” The other girls laughed at the subtle dig at Aubrey, she put up with way too much from Ethan but saw importance in image over mental sanity.

“It’s normal for couples to fight, I don’t know about you guys though.” She huffed and sat up straight.

“Is it? I don’t think we have any impending doom because Peter doesn’t yell at me.” You looked at Lindsee and Sara, you asked them silently, ‘I’m right, right?’ They both shared a look with Casey.

Aubrey shrugged, “I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. If Peter doesn’t fight with you then he just doesn’t love you that much. If he actually cared about you and your relationship then he would fight for it.”

And god damn if you weren’t thinking about that the rest of the day. It was stupid, you knew it too. Peter loved you like no other, he loved you like a job he was collecting overtime in. But, a small part of you itched at the statement. It was true, you and Peter never really fought, you got upset and would complain and he would camly listen and react accordingly. But, he never got upset with you, never got loud or complained.

Was she right? Did Peter not see a future so there was no reason to fight for this?

“Do you think it’s normal for couples not to fight?”

You asked Peter after school, you were at his desk while he was hunched over his bed with his homework. You tapped the eraser of the pencil on your chin waiting for his response, he hummed back.

“I think so, it depends. Why?” He didn’t even look up from his textbook.

“I mean, let's say you have a friend. And like, their girlfriend never, and I mean ever got confrontational or yelled at your friend. Would you think she doesn’t care about the relationship?” This hypothetical was a little too on the nose.

“Maybe, I think it depends. But if my friend always went to her with their problems or issues and she never really fights back or just shrugs it off, yeah. I would say she doesn’t care.”

Your eyes widened and you dropped your pencil. Peter looked up from his book and you smiled at him before bending down to pick it up, you were coming back up when Peter shot out, “careful!” You banged the back of your head on the bottom of his desk, he hissed at the sound.

“Ow!” You rubbed at the bump, Peter breathed heavily out his nose. “I said be careful!”

“Sorry, dad!” You raised your hands up and went back to work.

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If Peter didn’t care you would make him.

There were a few ideas in mind, the first was just the classic bitch girlfriend routine.

You started this morning, he approached you before your first class.

“Hi baby!”

You rolled your eyes, “morning, Peter.”

“Woah, what’s wrong? Wake up on the wrong side of the cereal box?”

You stared at him blankly.

“Are you mad at me?”

You groaned, “why do I have to be mad at you? Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you right now.”

He looked at the ground, “oh, okay.”

He went to turn and you stopped him.

“Wait! Did that make you mad?”

“No. It made me sad.” You pouted and reached for a hug, “I’m sorry, I’m in a funk today.” He didn’t have to know the funk was him, maybe you could get a better reaction later.

You were a bitch to him all day.

“No, I don't want to do that.” In the lab when he asked you to pour a mixture into the beaker.

“Why do you keep talking about that?” When he brought up his next debate tournament.

“Do you have to be so loud?” When he said hi to a friend in the hallway when his arm was slung over your shoulder.

“Why can’t you?” When he asked you to throw something away.

“Let me guess, legos.” When he asked if you knew what he was doing tonight.

The end of day you approached his locker, you had plans to hang at his after school. He had his hands running through his backpack and replenishing his locker with what he didn't need tonight.

"Ready?"

He raised his eyebrows, “you sure you still want to come?”

“Yeah, why?”

He closed his locker and shrugged.

“Because you’ve kinda been-”

“A bitch? Have I been a bitch and you’re sick of my shit and wanna yell at me?”

“No. Mean, you’ve been mean to me today.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I think I took my bad day out on you.

Failed.

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This time you picked a fight. It wasn’t anything serious, but you played it up more than it needed to be. You wanted to raise Peter’s tension just a little bit, make him raise his voice some.

“I just don’t understand you sometimes, Peter! Like, you said you were going to be over two hours ago!” You pointed at him and raised your voice slightly.

“I texted you! I’m sorry if I ruined your plans or you waited on me. I just got busy.” He defended himself calmly, his shoulders shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Oh, you’re sorry?” You gave fake sympathy.

“Sorry for wasting my time or making me worry?” You hummed at him and waited for a response.

Peter looked down at the ground. “I’m really sorry, baby. I’ll try not to do that again, I didn’t know sticking to a schedule was such a big thing for you. I’ll work on it.” He smiled sadly and that was it. No yelling, no getting upset over you being upset. Nothing.

You sighed, this made you feel awful. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t confrontational, you had to accept he was the calm and collected one in the relationship. You walked over and sat on his lap, you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry. Really, don’t apologize. It really didn’t upset me, I just felt like yelling at someone and you were here.”

He patted at your back, he turned to kiss your forehead.

“That’s okay, baby. You can yell at me all you want, I don’t care.”

You froze. He didn’t care, oh god. He doesn’t care.

At that moment you had to admit that Aubrey Abrahms was right, Peter didn’t care about the relationship. What were you supposed to do? Bring it up? Confront him? Would it matter? Would he just pretend to care?

You stood from his lap and stretched, you walked backwards to the desk keeping your eyes on him, he went from a lovely grin to panic. “Be careful! You’re about to-”

“Ow! Fuck! Fuck Me!” You raised your foot immediately, you squeezed your pinky toe to stop the throbbing. You walked crooked right into the corner of your desk, you hissed and cursed again.

“Ow, ow, owey. That hurt so fucking bad.” You whine at Peter and he looks at you and frowns, he looks… disappointed? His brows were pinched and his lip tugged down to his chin. He spoke lowley, “I told you to be careful, you never listen when I tell you that.”

“It's just a stubbed toe, nothing terrible. I think I'll live.” You winked at him but his expression stayed the same. “Right. But next time it may be something terrible, when I tell you to be careful, listen to me.”

You raised your hands up in surrender, Peter never yelled or got mean, he did get serious though. Sometimes when you bring something up he would speak like that, slow and low. It was his ‘I’m not backing down.’ tone, when he full heartedly disagreed with you or had his own opinion made up he wouldn’t budge; that was rare though.

“Sorry, dad. I’ll do better next time, I’ll make you proud.”

Peter rolled his eyes at the joke, you had donned the quirky raz. If Peter could keep you in a bubble he would, he would always keep an eye on you and warn you if something was in the way. Walking down the street he would keep an arm around you, he would be the one closest to the road, obviously. He would swerve you around obstacles on pure instinct, keeping you from bumping shoulders with the city folk.

He looked after you and cared for you, he set reminders on your phone for every thirty minutes. “It’s time for a quick hydration break, cutie!” You would always smile and take a quick sip, the reminders made him stay on your brain constantly. You had called him it as a joke after he had pulled you towards him aggressively when you were looking down at your phone as he was walking you home. You were blind to the men in front of you carrying metal beams for a new infrastructure. He grabbed the handle of your backpack and your side hit against his harshly, your feet stumbled at the quick movement and he sighed as he supported your weight.

“Look where you’re going, I may not be here next time. Be careful.”

You poked his nose. “Okay. Sorry, dad.”

You saw he was annoyed with the name, so obviously it stuck.

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It was your turn to slam down onto the lunch table and huff.

“Woah, what’s up with you?” Lindsee was the first to look towards you.

You ignored her and looked at Aubrey Abrahms.

“Fuck you, you evil cow sniffing bitch.” You narrowed your eyes at her and pointed.

Casey and Sara gasped, Lindsee smirked. Aubrey Abrahms pulled her lip up.

“To what do I owe the honor of such pleasant words?” She rested her hands on her chin.

“You made me insecure!” You whined and placed your forehead on your backpack, Aubrey patted your back. “It’s okay, most people around me get like that at some point.” You raised your head back up and pushed her shoulder lightly with a scoff-laugh. “Bitch! I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just, you made me overthink about this Peter thing and now I’m trying to pick fights and he’s just like, blinking at me.” You groaned and banged your head back down.

“Oh, darling. It’s alright, maybe it’s better if you end it. You’d be the winner!”

Lindsee spoke up quickly, “Aubrey shut up, Y/N don’t listen to her, she doesn’t know what you’re saying, she just likes to hear herself speak.” She looked at Aubrey and gave her a ‘Shut the fuck up’ look.

“Lindsee with the quick mouth! I see you, girl!” Aubrey winked at her, and Casey looked at you.

“Maybe he’s just not very confrontational. I mean, I’m like that with Erica, I just panic when she gets upset because I love her so much and I don’t want to make her feel upset, you know? So then I just shut down because if we fight it would make her feel even worse and that’s not my job as a girlfriend, I should make her feel better. So when she starts telling me about an issue she’s having, or an issue we’re having as a couple, as she likes to say. I just nod my head and agree because I don’t want her to think I’m fucking this up.” She took a deep breath after her rambling and looked at the table, everyone looking at her with gawking expressions. Her cheeks lit up red, “What?”

“Erica fucking Moore?” Aubrey slapped the table.

“When the fuck did that happen?” Sara shot Casey a side eye, they were the best friends in the group. You were all friends but if the group split Sara and Casey wouldn’t.

“Uh,” Her eyes darted around the cafeteria. She let it slip, maybe on purpose. She wanted to gossip and giggle about her girlfriend like you and Aubrey did with your boyfriends.

“She’s not out so it’s on the downlow. But we really love each other, we’ve been dating for six months. Talking for eight.” Her cheeks glowed, she felt free when she admitted it.

“Ahhhh!” Every one squealed and Sara pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “Bitch! You have a fucking girlfriend! A whole ass girl on your arm in private, that is so 1950 by King Princess. Love that!” Sara swayed her in her grasp.

“Thank you, thank you!” Casey looked at the table and that was her way of saying ‘I’m done talking now, but thanks!’

Sara looked at you and gave her advice, “I think it’s a combination of both. I think he isn’t confrontational, but, I think he just cares about different things than you. So when you're upset about something that doesn't upset him he just shrugs it off.”

You nodded but couldn’t think of a time he cared about something enough to raise his voice or call you out first, you voiced this to the crowd.

“Aubrey help me pick a fight he can’t stay calm in.”

She tapped a finger on her chin, and thought.

“Not a good idea.” The three others spoke unanimously.

“It cuts deep, I won't lie. But attack his character, tell him he doesn’t make enough time for you, tell him he’s lacking in the sack, tell him you think he doesn’t respect you. Choose one.”

“Y/N. Don’t.” Lindsee warned you.

“I won’t! Just playing around.” You held your hands up and pulled out a sandwich from your lunchbox.

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That afternoon Peter had come over after patrol and was greeted immediately with your arms crossed over your chest and a deadly stare.

“I’m mad at you.”

“Uh, oh.” Peter sat on the edge of your bed.

“You don’t make enough time for me.” You huffed and turned your head slightly.

Peter chewed his bottom lip and looked extremely sad.

“I don’t?”

You quickly spoke, “No, wait. You’ve been bad at sex lately."

He nodded his head. “Oh, okay. What haven’t you liked? I mean I don’t really remember you having a problem last time but if you want to give me suggestions I wouldn’t mind.” He smiled at you and waited for your solution to his lack.

You groaned internally, you looked at your socks and gave it one last try.

“You don’t respect me.”

Peter stood immediately, “Woah, what?”

That got his attention. You fed into it.

“Yup! You don’t respect me.” You crossed your arms again and tested him.

His brow furrowed, he spoke low. “Tell me when I haven’t respected you.”

“Well I mean,” You paused to think of an answer.

“Remember when you didn’t trust my math answer and redid it?”

Peter tried to think back, that was a month ago.

“It was the wrong answer, I didn’t want to say it.”

“What about when you called me dramatic on Tuesday?”

“To your mom? You were complaining about her forgetting peanut butter at the store.”

You huffed and threw your hands down, “Okay, how about-”

Peter spoke over you, “Why are you trying to fight? You have all week. Are you pissed about something but scared to tell me? Are you having a hard week, I mean what’s up?”

You rolled your lips in your mouth and felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“You don’t see a future with us! You don’t care about us!” Your bottom lip trembled.

He held you in his arms, “oh, baby.” He smoothed your hair down, “that's just not true, I do care about us and I definitely see a future for us.” He shooed you as you lightly cried, it was just a few tears. He kissed the top of your head, “c’mon, who’s got your pretty little head thinking like that? Know it’s not you.”

“Aubrey Abrahms!” Your hands gripped at the side of his suit.

“Gross,” he wrinkled his nose.

“I’m sorry! She filled my head with bullshit, she said ``because you don’t fight with me our relationship is doomed.” You looked at him and pouted.

“We fight.” Peter looked confused.

“No we don’t. I tell you what’s bothering me and you just listen.” You tried to point out the facts and he shook his head. “Not true, I definitely hold my own opinion. We disagree, that’s close enough.”

“Yeah, but you don’t get mad. Like, you’ve never yelled at me or called me a bitch or whatever.”

Peter pulled his head back, “because I don’t want to. I just don’t get passionate enough to act that way.”

“What does that mean?” You looked him up and down.

“It means I don’t see the point in getting so mad over pointless things. You think it’s mean for me to be on my phone on movie night? Fair, I’ll put my phone down. You want me to spend more time with you after school? Awesome, I love hanging out with you. You’re coming to me with problems you have with me, I listen and do better.” He shrugs and ends there.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch. I was just insecure and panicked, I love you a lot and I promise I won’t do it again.” You looked ashamed, your eyes traced over the pattern on your socks.

“My girlfriend isn’t a bitch, don’t call her that.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, dad.”

Peter threw his head back and groaned.

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It was supposed to be a surprise, that’s why you didn’t ask Peter for help.

To be fair he wasn’t home, but that’s the point of a surprise, you don’t see it coming.

Peter was extremely proud of his awards, he kept each certificate from his accolades. He hadn’t gotten around to hanging them yet, they just sat on a pile on the corner of his desk. So when you got to Peter’s early and he wasn’t home yet from the grocery store you figured you had a few minutes to get them on the wall.

The issue is it was above his desk and above his corkboard, meaning it was high up. And you didn’t have a ladder, May wasn’t home to ask and the hallway closet lacked one so you assumed they just didn’t own one. No biggie, you could just stand on Peter’s desk chair.

The rolling desk chair.

Climbing on the chair was fine, your legs wobbled a bit but all was okay. You were able to scoot the chair closer by thrusting in the air, you reached up and hooked one to the wall. You were able to hook the second one just as easily. The third one fucked you.

The frame slipped from your hand and in panic you ducked to catch the frame before it fell but forgot to maintain balance and the chair flipped backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut preparing for the fall, “Oh shit, oh fuck. Oh fuck.” The chair bounced where it hit the hardwood floor, you swear the back cracked with the force, you braced yourself but you didn’t fall.

Strong arms caught you mid air, you grunted with the force as Peter wrapped his arms around your stomach. You looked at the chair and wiped your brow from pretend sweat, “that was close. Thanks for saving me my hero.” You smiled at him but he didn’t.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He sounded pissed. Like, actually mad.

“What?” You looked around, did you do something wrong?

“I tell you to be careful all the fucking time and you never fucking listen to me! All the fucking time, Y/N.” His neck was turning colors, you nearly winced. He had never spoken to you like this, he was furious.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

Peter cut you off with a raised hand, his tone was bitter.

“This is where you listen, Y/N. You don’t buffer, you don’t talk back, you listen.”

You nodded your head silently, eyes wide.

“What if I didn’t happen to walk in at that moment? Did you think about what could happen? Did you think about how fucking dangerous it is to be standing on a god damn rolling chair? Of course not!”

“Every day you nearly hurt yourself because you don’t listen, and nothing changes. You know what? I should’ve taught you a lesson, I should’ve let you fall and get hurt. You could have broken your arm but that’s okay, right?”

This was Peter yelling at you. This was his big thing, your safety. He may not get aggressive or vocal other times but this flipped his lid. You didn’t know it was so important to him, you were kind of glad Peter didn’t act like this normally, it was kind of scary.

“As long as you live in your own world there are no consequences, right? I mean what were you thinking, did you think, or are you just stupid?” He raised his hands and waited for you to respond.

He had never spoken down to you like this, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed and disappointed in yourself.

“I don't, I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking, I thou-” He cut you off again.

He laughed loudly and threw his arms down. “Of fucking course you weren’t! Just fucking listen to me, that’s all you had to do! If you would pay attention and stop to think for four fucking seconds you may make good choices! It’s my one thing, and you tune me out. Next time I’ll watch you fall, I don’t care if you get hurt because obviously you don’t.”

He had never cursed this much, ever.

Peter rubbed at his forehead and turned his back to you. He didn’t mean to get this angry, but he had just walked in the door and had a nasty feeling. He was halfway through the kitchen when he heard your exclaims, he had made it just in time to catch you. It would’ve been a nasty fall, and would at minimum leave you with a bruise or two. He couldn’t help himself, he feels like he’s a broken record saying those words but you never listened! You always played it off as a joke, it wasn’t funny.

He breathed deeply and sighed, he turned towards you once more.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, that wasn’t right. I was upset and it just came out.”

You nodded silently.

“Are you okay? Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to, I just got scared. It isn’t an excuse but hearing and seeing that made me panic, just, don’t do that again. Okay?” He looked at you with sad eyes, it was his turn to feel ashamed. He shouldn’t have lashed out like that, he doesn’t even remember it, he was so heated he started spewing words. From what he remembers he wasn’t nice.

“You didn’t scare me! I was taken aback, you’ve never yelled at me before, I didn’t know how to act.” You laughed lightly and stood on your tiptoes for a moment to stretch your feet.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again, I wasn’t thinking.” He shook his head at himself, you grabbed his shoulders with wide eyes.

“No! You’re right, I wasn’t thinking and I don’t listen when you tell me to be careful, I promise from now on I’ll ask myself what would Peter want me to do. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

You looked at the two framed certificates, “I was just trying to surprise you by putting those up. I thought it would be okay but I almost dropped that one,” you pointed at his desk. “And when I ducked to grab it I lost my balance and the chair flipped.”

He sighed and rubbed his face again, “I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

“It’s okay! Really! I know you care now, Sara was right, you just care about different things than me.” You smiled and hugged him.

He pulled his face together, “You’re happy I yelled at you?”

“Kinda. I can tell Aubrey to eat a dick now, not only did my boyfriend yell at me and call me stupid but he did it because he cares about me! She’s gonna be so pissed she’ll start a fight with Ethan and ask him why he doesn’t care about her that much.”

You squeezed tight for a second, “It’s gonna be awesome. I can’t wait.”

He pulled you back by your shoulders and looked you in your eyes directly.

“I didn’t like that. I shouldn’t have acted like that, I was mean and that’s not okay.” He shook his head at himself.

“No it’s not! But this one time you get a slide, you’re allowed to be upset at me. And once in a while something happens and you explode, it’s natural.” You shrugged at him, it was what you wanted to happen, you wanted to see he cared, even if he said he already does.

“Okay, but if I ever talk to you like that again, you punch me in the throat.”

“Deal.” You leaned up to kiss his mouth.

“Good.” He kissed you again, and again.

“Now what was that about telling Aubrey Abrahms to eat a dick?”

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