btw,, i saw nwhtmfsv last night !! still a solid movie and it was made even better

i will write nathan drake next 🤞

what about tasm!peter x reader where they’re watching a movie and peter falls asleep on the reader’s chest whilst the reader is playing with his hair and the reader doesn’t notice he’s asleep until she starts commenting on the movie and notices he isn’t responding

i changed chest to lap but other than that, i'm sorryyyy,, i took so long :(((. also idk how i feel abt the ending, but the rest is a-okay

peter johnson

Ⅰ. PAIRING andrew!peter x fem!reader

Ⅱ. GENRE fluff !!!

Ⅲ. WARNINGS n/a

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 595

you were sitting on the couch while peter laid his head on his lap, your fingers were tangled through his messy strands of chocolate hair. peter held the remote in his hands and powered the tv on. “what do you want to watch ?” you shrugged and let peter flick through different movies on different streaming apps until you held his hand, making him flinch. “oh my god, what ?” he sat up and worriedly watched you stare at the screen. “we have to watch percy jackson, i can’t believe they have it on here.” your eyes shone with excitement which, for peter, meant he had to be ready to hear you talk about every detail of the movie. peter rested his head comfortably, preparing himself to catch your every word; if there’s one thing peter parker loved, it was hearing you talk. he let himself collect every piece of information you had told him and stored it into a section of his brain he liked to call the “y/n-pedia.” he began to track every comparison you made between the movies and the books. “you know, dionysus called percy jackson ‘peter johnson’, i should start calling you that.” “dodds is the new teacher but in the books, she was already there and it all started at the field trip.” “the quest doesn’t involve finding the pearls, they went around by chance and a nereid gifted percy the pearls.” “the hydra wasn’t in the lightning thief book.” “grover didn’t stay behind, you know. percy had to leave sally behind.” “percy’s last big fight at the end of the quest is against ares, not luke.” peter usually kept himself more engaged as you two would have a conversation about the movie after it ended, it was nice to just talk about anything when it came to you two, but tonight he felt too tired to speak. the way your warmth radiated against him, the tips of your fingers brushing against his scalp lulled him to a comfortable slumber. “i think that if we ignore the discrepancies between the book and the film, it’s pretty enjoyable. grover’s scenes really brought some comedy to the movie and luke was still pretty sinister, you know ? and don’t get me started on how amazing i think logan lerman is–” peter would interject, but you didn’t even hear a groan from him. you went to check to see if he was okay and saw him sleeping peacefully. your eyes twinkled at the sight and you fell asleep in your seat. peter woke up with a start, not recalling when exactly he dozed off. you had woken up a few minutes before him, “hey peter johnson,” peter had felt conscious-stricken in an instant. “i am so sorry i fell asleep while you were talking. i promise you weren’t boring or anything, you never are, i just went to sleep. i don’t even remember falling asleep but i really wanted to listen to what you had to say and,” peter stopped when he heard your laugh. “calm down, it’s not a big deal peter. you barely sleep anyways so it’s nice to see you resting.” you lean down and press a lingering kiss against his forehead. peter could feel languidness take over again, “i am so tired.” “i can definitely see that, sleep some more peter johnson.” “wow, you’re gonna call me that forever.” “yeah, i will.” you chuckle. “well, you’re like my annabeth. wait, that’s right, isn’t it ?” “yes, that’s right.” “well then, goodnight annabeth.” peter drifted to the clouds with dreams of you.

How about a Tobey!Peter Parker x Female Reader AU where it's Reader who gets bitten by a radioactive spider at the field trip and becomes spider woman or whatever you want to call her. Time skip to college, Tobey!Peter and Reader are together but the relationship is difficult because she cancels last minute or reschedules. He starts to think she's cheating, but finds a clue that makes him put two on two and figure out reader is spider woman, then confronts her afterwards? Thank youuu :)

sorry this took a lot longer than planned, i moved back to uni but hey, i'm here now ! enjoy <3

araneae

Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x spider!reader , tobey!peter x fem!reader

Ⅱ. GENRE not really angst ?, fluff ending, au where you are a spider-powered hero named araneae and peter is just peter.

Ⅲ. WARNINGS minor usage of mature language, a minor depiction of injury

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 1,4k

your spider bite grossly itched; the two punctures were still rouged from when you first got your powers. you tried to look away but the injury was hypnotic. your thoughts were thrown back to high school and the infamous oscorp field trip. 

there you were, standing behind peter parker, the school photographer. you were a columnist for the midtown high newspaper, a bit too mesmerised by your colleague. you watched peter focus his lens on one of the spiders, barely catching something about a spider taken for experimentation. it wasn’t long after that you felt two sharp needles in your hand, you shook the spider off and watched it crawl away.

the arachnid was not the only thing that had crawled away from you, your whole life seemed to be slipping through your fingers. you barely spent time with your best friends, and your grades had fallen from the pristine record you kept throughout high school to dangerous expulsion waters at esu. the worst part was the way your heart ached every time you would see peter wait for you in another restaurant, but you were too busy being a superhero to make the time for him. it was pathetic, you were finally dating your long-time crush and there was a thread worth of actual dates in what should have been a fully knit relationship sweater. 

peter couldn’t believe what was happening to him. he sat alone and munched on a garlic breadstick in anger, sinking in his seat. this was the 27th failed date since he started dating you eight months ago and for the past six attempts in a row, he found himself in the same situation. he was internally punching himself for thinking anything would work out for him of all people. peter’s home life was filled with stress and just when he thought his escape to college would be fruitful, he met you. well, he had always known who you were; the quiet student who would rather die than get outside of her circle, but when he finally started talking to you in the hallways of the dorm hall in freshman year, he just clicked with you instantly. the friendship was a gift, the relationship, however, seemed to be another burden on peter parker’s shoulders.

peter walked to central park, watching his reflection ripple pitifully from the bow bridge. if fate dealt hands to everyone, it seemed to make sure peter would always lose the game. he sighed, thinking about why you could have possibly left him again. what if you were busy ? no, you’d let him know beforehand about your availability. what if you got sick ? no, he’d see you miss classes. what was the one reason that had you hiding and escaping him ? the worst thought of them all made him go dizzy. what if you were cheating on him ?

peter was going rounds through the park, thinking of all the memories he had with you and it put into perspective how turbulent your relationship had been, especially surrounding a certain hero. 

peter had called you to meet him in front of the daily bugle to walk to times square where he would show you his pictures of araneae on the big screen. it had felt as if you came the second he ended the call. the whole walk to times square, peter carried the conversation and talked about the superhero he took pictures of. he didn’t catch it before, but you were silent and smiling as if you were a pendulum joining and leaving his attention. when you finally joined the conversation, you commented about how you heard about araneae using glass shards to attack kraven, you called it ‘inventive combat.’ peter thought the memory would help him focus on how unfocused you were around him, but his brain was wired to the details. how did you know about the fight with kraven at all ? the paper hadn’t been printed yet and he was the only spectator. peter didn’t catch it before because he was too excited about taking you to see his pictures.

peter rolled back through his memory drive, trying to picture every detail. 

on a rare occasion, you had been able to make a date. you had seemed tense, the whole seven minutes you had been there having been spent looking out the window nervously, like being in the same room with peter made you anxious. in his mind, he thought your behaviour was because he could confront you about cheating on him at any moment, but he couldn’t focus on anything before the fight. before you had even gotten your drinks, the windows looking out to the streets had burst and everything felt like slow motion. the shards rained like cascading diamonds; every time they caught the light he was blinded. he turned to where you were crouched but you had vanished into thin air. araneae jumped in front of him, rapidly shooting webs to hold the scorpion to the wall. the hero yelled at peter, “get out of here now !” peter was frozen, still looking for you. “i can’t go, my girlfriend, y/n, i can’t find her.” he scoured the room frantically. araneae had told peter that you were fine and to hurry out. peter waited outside from a safe distance, praying you’d come back to him. araneae had left the scene after knocking scorpion unconscious. you had come out of the bathroom with cuts and bruises a minute after araneae left.

peter had to take a seat on a bench nearby to collect himself. he rethought every moment with you; during every missed date, there happened to be another villain running loose with araneae trying to stop them. 

how could he not have caught it before ? your insane reflexes, the way a cut would disappear the next day, how you always knew to pull peter out of danger before anything happened.

you were araneae. 

you climbed onto the fire escape, clutching your eye with its ripe wound. you wiped your bleeding nose with your sleeve and grimaced when you felt the liquid soak through, feeling both cold and warm against your skin. you took a long shower to wash off the grime that built up from your fight against kraven. when you stepped out of the shower and were met with your bedroom door hitting your wall when it was forced open. peter ran in, gasping for air with his tie barely in a knot. “i know.” he stood upright, looking towards you for a reaction, his sight instantly moving to your swollen eye. peter walked to you in a hurry, holding your face in his hands, softly brushing his finger over your wound. he quickly pulled away when he heard you hiss in pain. “i fell… in the shower. just slipped and my face hit the tub, it’s a funny story actually,”

“y/n, i’m not an idiot, give me some credit.”

“what are you talking about ?”

“you’re araneae.”

hearing the confrontation was not on your bingo card; it was the most unexpected thing to happen and you fought animal-themed supervillains all week. “peter, be rational. how could i possibly be a superhero ? i definitely don’t have the time for that with esu, and the newspaper, you know me.”

“y/n, you can be honest with me.” you took a deep breath and let yourself spill your emotions. “i’m sorry. i didn’t tell you because you have enough on your plate, always taking care of aunt may and uncle ben, working to help pay for your rent and their rent, being a stem major– i can't have you be worried about me.” peter was still holding your face, the smile he wore gifted you a second surprise for the night. “y/n, you being a superhero isn’t a burden to me. what happens in my life, i’m perfectly fine with it, but being with you always made my day, even if you didn’t show up most days because you’re out saving the day. i was so scared before i realised… i thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore, that was the real burden.” he chuckled. “wow, my girlfriend is a fucking superhero.” he said breathlessly, kissing you. you laughed with him, “yeah, i am.” you pulled out an extra mask you had sewn and let it cover your face. you turned away from peter, offering him the space on your back, “let me take you out for a swing.” peter climbed onto your back, “lead the way araneae.”

ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY i’m 19 omggg

over 100 notes on my first fic ,, you guyssss 🥹🫶

can i request a tasm!peter fanfic where him and the reader have an indoor date night

i really enjoyed writing this,, my little dorky, lovestruck peter 🫶

the sundae bar

Ⅰ. PAIRING andrew!peter x reader

Ⅱ. GENRE pure fluff

Ⅲ. NOTES once again there’s no pronouns so be who you want

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 637

peter never felt comfortable with leaving you by yourself, so when he heard you were alone in the house while your family went to a party he leapt at the chance. it wasn’t long until you heard a knock on your window and peter practically fell into your room. “you know, i told my mom i had a shit ton of homework so i could have a moment to myself.” you pushed the book you just finished reading against his chest and he took it, neatly putting it back in your bookshelf. “you know me too well to know i’d come over regardless, y/n” you smiled as he kissed your knuckles.

peter pestered you more for every minute you didn’t give him the attention he wanted. you move your face away from the book you were reading and slammed the hardcover shut, “what do you want ?” you gave him a smile that showed your annoyance. peter hugged your arm and gave you a look with his boba pearled eyes, “a date.”

you and peter were now aimlessly walking around your house, searching for something to do. “i promise we’ll find something, i’m just gonna get a snack first.” you walked to your fridge and your eyes lit up immediately. you turned to peter and he eyed you with curiosity. “what is it, babe ?”

“i have found our date.”

it was a family tradition to build the perfect ice cream and you wanted peter to join in once you saw the copious amounts of different candy toppings. you rinsed and dried two sundae bowls and handed one to your boyfriend. “i don’t think i need to tell you what to do with ice cream and candy.”

“no, but why the hell are there five different gummy candies ?”

“sometimes kids come over, i have to serve everyone, not just you.”

“of course, but i will serve you, your highness.” peter lowered himself and deeply bowed. you giggled and pulled him back up. “you’re such a dork.” peter kissed you, “you wouldn’t be with me if you hated it.”

peter’s hand gravitated towards the cookie dough ice cream that you begged your parents to buy just for peter since he liked to eat it while listening to you tell stories. your bowl was filled with cookies and cream. “what toppings do you put ?” peter took your bowl and prepared himself for your order. “i just put caramel and waffle cone pieces.” he grabbed the caramel sauce and drowned your ice cream in it and used the waffle cone chips to form a heart and the letter ‘p,’ “the ‘p’ stands for ‘perfect peter parker’.” he looked proud of himself. you gave an incredulous look, “perfect ? more like parasite…” peter feigned offence, gasping with his hand over his heart, “if this diabetic monstrosity doesn’t give me a heart attack, you definitely will.”

you took his sundae bowl and used chocolate chips to write out “i ♡ peter.” you both took your own bowls back after peter took pictures. you spooned some ice cream out and let the dessert sit on your tongue. peter couldn’t help but take another picture of you, smiling and deciding this would be the 87th picture of you he’d use for his lockscreen. you broke peter out of his daze by using your finger to smear a small streak of ice cream along his cheek. he shivered, “oh my god,” he shut his eyes as a flash of light stunned him. you showed him the picture, “we can match.” you told him, nodding to his new lockscreen. peter wiped his cheek clean and hugged you, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “thank you for going on this lovely date with me.”

“you literally broke into my house for this ?!”

“sorry baby, i just love being with you.”

getting to the reqs hopefully later today.. it’s 3:30 am and i JUST finished packing for the night for uni 😭

i’m planning an andrew!peter fic next,, like if reader was going through gwen’s oxford storyline and andrew!peter has to adjust to being spider-man in a whole different country just to be with reader 🫶

Please, kissing tobey!spider's neck and how he reacts about it 🥰🥰🥰🥰

ahhh !! this is so cute and my first thought was like, he generally keeps himself in a hard shell but the moment just reveals something cute ?? can't explain but i definitely tried to put it in writing what the moment was like.

caught by surprise

Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x reader

Ⅱ. GENRE fluff, just super cute, peter smiling for once in spider-man history

Ⅲ. NOTES there's no specified pronouns or gender identification so y'all could literally just imagine yourself in any way you want

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 354

peter was sewing the sleeves of his suit while listening to a physics podcast. you knocked on the door of his apartment, “peter ? can you open the door ? it’s stuck again.” peter got up and tugged on the handle, pulling it off completely. he gave a sheepish grin when he saw you through the hole where the doorknob had once been, staring at him with disbelief. he let you into his very humble abode and webbed the door so no one could peek through it. “what have you been up to ?” “i’ve just been sewing and studying, you know, another regular night for me.” peter sat in his cloven chair that he tried holding together with duct tape. you stood behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders while you watched him work. it was times like these when you admired peter the most and found a practice of studying his habits. it was not lost to you how he licked the corners of his lips in concentration, the way he twirled the needle between his fingers when he paused to listen to a bit of his podcast that caught his attention. your own attention had been directed to his neck. you had kissed every part of his face, never trailing further down until now. peter felt your plush lips against his neck and pulled away quickly, his hairline to his collarbone turning red. “were you not okay with that ? i’m so sorry,” you went to hold his hand. “no, it was nice… you just caught me by surprise and i’m…” he couldn’t pull himself to finish. “you’re what ?” “well, sometimes my spider senses kick in when i'm surprised, so i got surprised when you kissed me and my senses made me ticklish.” you doubled over, clutching your stomach when it hurt from laughing. “aw, the oh, so tough peter parker gets ticklish. you are so adorable.” you pinched his cheeks. peter wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on the bridge of your nose before saying, “please keep giving them.”

you had made it a tradition since then to greet him with kisses on his neck, loving his small laughs and cherishing your relationship.

this is a day late because i spent the day on twitter,, BUT,, i chose to spend peter's birthday with A SMILE,,, i ignored every single sad post like if there's one thing he's doing it's cutting the birthday cake WITH ME !!!!!!!!!

hi! could i request a fic with fem!reader for peter parker (tom's) angst/fluff where peter kept the fact that he was spider-man from her to protect her but is forced to reveal it? u have total creative liberty! love new writers xx

hi !!! tysm for being my first request and giving me a lot of free space to work with,, hope you enjoy <3

protect us

Ⅰ. PAIRING tom!peter x fem!reader

Ⅱ. GENRE angst, fluff ending, you're open to decide if they're platonic or romantic by the end.

Ⅲ. WARNINGS usage of mature language, a minor depiction of gore, self-harm (peter punches walls and willingly lets himself get hurt from it)

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 2,5k

peter, ned, and y/n were the dynamic trio of midtown high. the three of you practically did everything together, there was just one tally mark under your name when, for once, you had to cancel a plan. usually, peter had racked up the absences with his stark internship, but he never missed anything greatly important. it was to your luck that the night you cancelled was the night ned found out peter was spider-man. 

every day after the secret revelation, peter found himself staring at you with guilt. while he hadn’t intended for ned to know about his superheroics, he felt that you should know, it was only fair. the idea was shot down immediately every time peter thought about it, ‘what if something bad happens to her because of spider-man ? because of me ?’ he played with the spaghetti on his tray before he was brought back to reality. “hey, peter, you good ?” you look at him with concern etched into your features. he hated when you made that face when you worried about him. “i’m fine, just zoned out.” peter gave a dry chuckle and felt the relief set in when he saw your brows curve back into their natural shape. he sat with his back straightened and he ate his lunch slowly, not adding much to the conversation. for peter, most of his conversations had been reduced to spider-man business and it was nice to listen to someone in his life be so blissfully unaware of all the dangers of the superhero life.

peter, however, had failed to recognise the dangers of new york. you were in delmar’s corner store for a bag of chips to snack on during the walk. you were about to hand mr. delmar until the sound of a gunshot made you drop everything and scream. you cowered on the floor, holding your arms over your head. “give me everything you got old man, or the girl gets it.” you were ripped from your fetal position and felt the gold metal of the gun against your temple. The tears poured out of you while mr. delmar shakingly opened the register. your eyes were closed while you prayed for any help to come. it all happened so fast; the gun was no longer pressed against your head, leaving its imprint on your skin. you turned was you heard the loud crack of bones shattering.

for peter, describing his feelings with the single word ‘anger’ was an understatement. peter never wore his suit faster than when he heard the cops call for assistance at delmar’s over the police radio. he swung through the streets, his arms crying as he strained to go faster. he saw the scene through the store windows and instantly recognised you. the sight of the gun against your head as the tears streamed down your face made him belligerent. peter shattered the windows as he flew in. he threw a violent punch at the robber’s jaw. the sight was sickening; his jaw was barely hanging on, and the strings of flesh were thinning as they worked overtime to keep his skull together. the cops ran in to apprehend the criminal and before he could be questioned about his sudden act of brutality, he picked you up and swung to your house. 

peter gently landed on the side of the brick building and hoisted you through your window. he was about to leave before he heard your voice call out to him, “spider-man ?” his heart broke when he heard you sound broken. you sounded nasally as your throat clogged up and your nose ran from sobbing earlier. “please… come inside.” peter just could not say no and he landed with a soft thud on the wood floors of your room. his mind was running a mile a minute, conjuring up every possible scenario and every possible response from you because he knew you like the back of his hand, or so he thought. what came out of your mouth next was a chess play he had not anticipated in the game with you. “you saved me, and i want to call you my hero, but you’re not one.” you slightly backed away from spider-man. you stared at your hands and felt your breaths get ragged as you saw the way your fingers trembled. “you could have killed him. he was a bad guy but no one deserves that and i thought you would know that. i always heard stories of spider-man being a hero but in there… you were someone else… something else. how do you even know where i live, anyway ?” peter watched you through the lenses of his mask, his jaw tensed at the question. “i… look y/n please,” he reached out to you and you moved back, your legs hitting your mattress. “how do you know my name ?” peter was at a loss for words while his brain tried to declutter his jumbled emotions and find a right answer.

‘it’s now or never,’ peter pulled off his mask. he’d imagined this moment so many times and each time he’d dreamt you were excited that your best friend was a superhero because he just knew you would have been. what was unfurling in front of him was the beginning of his worst nightmare. peter saw the way your eyes glazed over, the way your mouth hung open, the way your legs shook and slowly lost the strength to carry your body. you sat on your mattress. “what the fuck… peter, what the fuck is wrong with you ?” you felt your body flare up, the skin across your back itching as the heat of your anger consumed you. peter wasn’t ready to hear what you had to say, but he stayed because even in such a scary moment as this, he wanted more than anything to hear what you had to say.

“i grew up with you, for years i stood by your side and this is what you do to me ? you don’t even clue me in on something this huge ? you were always whispering to ned and you just shut up whenever i came by. i used to think it was about a girl, but you’d always told me about your romantic endeavours so it had to be this, right ? he knew you were spider-man this whole fucking time and you never told me. you don’t trust me, do you peter ?”

“i do trust you, i just couldn’t tell you because you’d be in danger all the time just for being associated with me. i wanted to keep you safe, y/n.”

“keep me safe ? i had a fucking gun pointed at my fucking head peter. not everything revolves around your superhero life; this is the real world, where people get traumatised by a single event on what they think is a normal walk home. how am i supposed to believe you can even keep me safe after what you did to that guy ? you brutalised him, his jaw was literally hanging by threads of his flesh and you want to talk to me about ‘keeping me safe' ?”

‘i know what i did. i couldn’t control myself when i saw what that bastard was doing to you. i was just angry and i did what i could to get him away from you. you mean so much to me and i wanted to rescue you, to protect you as i’ve always been trying to do.”

“peter, being a monster doesn’t protect me, it satiates an evil in you. it was scary to see you like that and, i don’t want to see that ever again.”

“i promise, i won’t ever use my powers to hurt someone again.” peter reach his hand out to hold yours, but you moved it away. “I don’t want to see you anymore. please, get out.” peter felt like his skeleton had been ripped from his body and he was a mess of goo on the floor. he left without a word, not wanting to upset you anymore and he understood that. 

peter had given up the heroics after what happened. his suit never saw the light because there was so much darkness stained on it. the fabric held memories like water; his right glove stored his sin in the threads. his mask’s intricacy was once inspiring, but now the web designs felt like they represented the spread of your emotions since finding out: horror, anger, disappointment.

he was met with trouble in everyday tasks. peter could barely hold his beakers steady in chemistry class because of his bloodied knuckles. he spent his free time punching the dumpster in alleyways, slowly losing his healing abilities. he watched you from afar and felt himself get weaker; he was wearing his glasses again and each sit up in p.e. felt painful.

you were in your room, counting and recounting the stipples on the popcorn ceiling, each time losing focus and restarting your count. you spent most of your time thinking about peter and what had happened. your memories shifted from the time peter would defend you in school from bullies at the cost of his own reputation to the time peter ruthlessly struck a man’s jaw. you thought about how he could have sent the bottom half of that man’s skull flying; at that moment peter still showed some restraint. ‘was that enough ?’ you thought. sure, spider-man was a hero to many, at one point, you had looked up to him too, but if peter couldn’t control himself when it came to you then how could you possibly consider being around him ?

that’s what all of your thoughts boiled down to how you affected peter. you spent more time considering distancing yourself from him because if you were no longer important to him he can be the good-hearted hero that’s taken new york by storm. 

peter was walking out of the alley, completing the only task he could bring himself to do daily. he collided with someone; he barely stumbled back while the other had fallen to the ground. peter reached out with his good hand and helped them up, “sorry, i–” he went rigid. you stared at the face in front of you, both of your hands still holding the other. you were the first to talk, “peter, we need to talk.” 

the walk together created a bubble around them, blocking out the sounds of the cars honking and people yelling to create an uncomfortable silence between them. peter unlocked the door of his apartment and let you inside. the two of you had spent so many days of your lives in peter’s room with ned, the three of you were the happiest kids on earth. when you entered his room, the light the room once had seemed to have faded. peter’s room was a mess, homework that was due weeks ago was strewn across the floor, and his posters were taken down and in a messy pile with his slightly dusty suit on top of them. “sorry about the mess,” peter clumsily moved across the room and you caught a glimpse of the knuckles of his left hand. you noticed he had recently started wearing bigger sweaters and now knew it was to cover his hands. you brought his hand up to your eyes, “peter,” your heart broke at the sight. peter watched you move towards the first aid kit he left on his desk, rummaging through it to find alcohol wipes and bandages. you were careful with his wounds, each hiss of pain was a signal for you to be more delicate. with peter’s newly bandaged hand, he led you to sit on the bed next to him.

“i thought about you, about spider-man. i was the reason you did something like that, so,” you sighed and played with the neckline of your shirt, “i thought it would be best if we aren’t friends anymore. i can't be someone that important to you for you to attack the people you’re supposed to stop. maybe if we keep our distance, i’ll fade out of existence to you and you can be a hero again.” you couldn’t bare looking at him, yet you knew what he looked like.

 peter’s eyes watered and his jaw was tense. he pulled his hair and stood up abruptly, “you think that’ll solve it, do you ? do you even know why i’ve been doing this to myself ?” he pushed his wrapped hand to your view. you watched him quietly. “i’ve been beating myself up every single day over how we just ended all of a sudden. i gave up being spider-man because i couldn’t put on the suit without thinking about how scared you were of me. i never told you i was spider-man because i didn’t want you to worry about me or get involved with some fucking supervillain. ned only found out on accident, it’s never been about who i trust more or less. you don’t know how happy i was to see you every day with a smile on your face, not worrying about how badly i’d been beaten up as spider-man, and now you want to just leave me in the dust to protect me ? ever since we stopped talking, my powers have barely worked. my strength is near gone, i can’t stick to walls, and i can’t heal the way i used to. i’ve been the worst i’ve ever been without you, if you’re gone for good…” 

you held peter in a tight hug as he cried on your shoulder. he pulled away to look at your face, and analyse your reactions before continuing, “i’m so sorry for scaring you and i never felt guiltier. i’ve even been visiting the guy in the hospital as a volunteer to try and at least make up for what i did in the only way i could.” you pulled him back into the hug, finding some comfort against his chest. “i promise i won’t leave you again.” 

days turned to weeks as you and ned sat in front of a computer and spoke to peter over comms. peter's powers returned as his life repaired itself. spider-man was a greater hero than he was before, growing his skills, exercising restraint, and he credited all his work to his two best friends. 

peter swung to your window and knocked on the glass and watched you open it to let him in. “what’s wrong ? are you okay ?” you gave him no time to respond as you held his right arm up to check for any injuries on his side. “i’m fine,” he pulled his arm away, “i just wanted to say thank you. you stood by me after seeing me at my lowest, helped me be the best spider-man i can be, the best peter i can be.” you smiled and held his hand. “of course. while you’re protecting new york, i'll be here protecting us. you know that might make me a superhero of some sort.” you end the sentiments with a joke and peter laughs, “you’ve definitely been my superhero.”

hi ! i'm a new account writing for all three live action peter parkers, nathan drake, and others ! i am currently accepting requests; please check my guidelines before making a request !

THE FOUNDER

ABOUT AURIGA

hello ! my name is auriga ! i am 19, desi, and muslim. i am an unlabelled queer, neurodivergent (adhd), nonbinary writer !

my pronouns are:

lu/luna/lunar/lunars/lunarself

stell/stellar/stellar/stellars/stellarself

com/comet/comet/comets/cometself

sol/solaire/solaire/solaires/solaireself

i DO NOT use she/her or they/them

A.T NAVIGATION SYSTEM

➻ about me

➻ masterlist

➻ taglist

➻ guidelines

➻ request

A.T MASTERLIST

ⅰ. taglist ⅱ. guidelines ⅲ. requests

(for the meantime, i am putting sections for the characters i mainly write for, i'll add others when i get requests for them)

tom!spider-man

protect us ∣ peter makes a gruesome mistake, forcing him to reveal his identity to his best friend.

andrew!spider-man

the sundae bar | peter begs you for a stay-at-home date.

tobey!spider-man

caught by surprise | giving peter a neck kiss leaves a cute surprise.

araneae | peter finds out you’re a superhero.

nathan drake

updating...

THE AURIGA TEXTS

GUIDELINES

i mainly write for tom holland’s peter parker, but i will also write for tobey and andrew’s spider-mans, as well as nathan drake. 

i do not write smut, mafia, or dark! characters (i.e. implications of dub/noncon, kidnapping, etc.). i am, however, open to character death and fantasy violence (i will have an 18+ warning if there are heavy depictions of gore).

i can take requests for tom!spider-man, tobey!spider-man, andrew!spider-man, miles morales, tom hardy’s venom, michelle jones, ned leeds, gwen stacy, and nathan drake.

my fics will always have a default gn!reader  (using they/them pronouns). if you request, please let me know if you would like me to change the pronouns (including neos ! just tell me the pronouns in the request in the form of they/them/their/theirs/themself)