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buckyseddie · 8 months

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always hold you

pairings — tasm!peter parker x bff/gf!fem!reader

summary — in which, she needs her boyfriend's support more than anything else, after another particularly bad fight with her father.

word count — 2.6k.

warnings — a little bit of angst, use of pet-names [dove, sweetheart, darling, love, bug], reader calls peter pete, lots of fluff and this is basically just a hurt/comfort fic, protective/soft!peter, this is also sort of similar to my other peter fic (take as a part two that one), peter comforting reader, mentions of the reader's low self-esteem issues and it being explained a bit more, both physical and emotional abuse (manipulation and gaslighting, but not from peter), hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, peter just taking care of the reader and showing her the love that her family refuses to do, gwen is in here for a second and being the comforting platonic best friend that she is to reader, peter comes off as a little harsh and scares reader a little bit but he makes up for it in the end.

notes — hi! so, this is really more of a vent fic. i know i've written in the past about dealing w/ a toxic family member and how i really enjoyed writing fics similar to my experiences with my favorite comfort characters to comfort the reader because that would usually help me deal with everything. but recently, the abuse that me, my mom, and my brother have been experiencing has become a lot more complicated and traumatizing for me to deal with. and things have only gotten worse. so, i figured i'd do another comforting fic like the other peter fic i wrote about going through that said abuse. i really just feel that it's important to not hide my true feelings and act like everything's fine behind a screen and i just want to be able to talk about this topic a lot more (especially in my writing), because it's so serious and not nearly talked about enough. but, nonetheless, if there's anyone out there that sees this and is a victim of abuse (whether it's emotional/mental or physical abuse, or both) please don't feel obligated to read this. i really don't want to trigger or upset anyone who's dealing with this situation in a very heavy and overwhelming way. just remember though, no matter what anyone says or does to you, you ARE strong and deserve the entire world. i love you all <3. anyways, i hope this makes up for the lack of posting anything (i've been really struggling with a lot, but i'm trying!). gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT'S OBVIOUS NOW THAT SHE was stupid to think that he could change. it was even more stupid of her to go back to that apartment.

but, she's always been one to see the best in people — in her case, it's come to bite her in the ass.

even now, as she awaits her boyfriend to return home from his nightly patrol around the city, [y/n] knows that she should've known better.

she trembles as she sits on their shared bed, one of her legs bouncing anxiously — the thought of how peter will react to her foolish decision and the outcome from it is stressing her out, beyond words.

after how he responded the first time he found out about the truth about her father's cruelty and what she'd had to go through, she's worried of how he will react this time — it took almost everything in him to not confront her father, when he first found out.

she abruptly jumps when she hears the front door of the apartment shut softly.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, wondering if it's too late to try to hide the marks on her face and body.

but, when she hears him call out her name from the living room, she knows that it's too late — there's nothing she can do now to hide this.

and even if she wanted to for a split second, she promised peter she'd never lie to him again — after the last time, they promised each other that they'd never hide anything from the other again.

so, with another shaky breath, [y/n] sighs and hesitantly pulls the bedroom door open.

she keeps her head down, her hair falling around her face and covering the marks as she walks out and into the living room.

"sweetheart..." peter's voice trails off, eyes wide with shock and worry.

her breath catches in her throat as soon as she finally looks up at her boyfriend and sees the intense, protective look in his eyes.

"i—i'm sorry, peter." she whispers, voice too raspy to get any louder.

a flash of anger fills his eyes. "please... tell me that you didn't go back to him!" he exclaims in a quieter tone of voice as he pinches the corner of his eyes.

[y/n] flinches at the amount of frustration in his voice.

"peter, i—i'm sorry... " her voice trembles, guilt and regret quickly filling her — she just feels so stupid.

peter sighs, regretting taking his anger out on her.

his eyes immediately soften. "sweetheart, i'm sorry." he murmurs, before starting to walk over to her.

but, before he can reach her, she flinches and winces.

he stops short, freezing in place. more guilt fills him as he realizes that in this moment, she's scared of him.

"look... i—i know that i shouldn't have gone back," she whispers, tears clouding her eyes as she remembers the anger and hatred in her father's eyes.

peter's silent for a moment, waiting and giving her time to explain more — if she's able to.

"i'm... i'm so stupid, peter." she whispers, too ashamed to talk any louder.

peter's eyes widen in shock, not expecting that statement to come out of her mouth. "w—what? darling, that's not true."

this time, a tear falls down her cheek. "yes, i am. peter, who's stupid enough to choose to believe that their abusive, monster-of-a-father can change? me — it's me!"

the rambling and the self-loathing words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth becomes incredibly clear to peter as he walks over to her.

this time now, he doesn't hesitate to pull her into his chest as her voice becomes more trembling and wavering, "this is on me — it's my fault."

"it's okay now, love. don't blame yourself." he murmurs as she stops holding herself back and breaks into breathless sobs into his chest.

after a while, her crying slows and quiets down with her tears now dried on her cheeks.

she faces him and takes in a deep, calming breath as he wipes away the remaining tears away and looks over her bruises more intensely.

"i wanna kill him for doing this to you — again." the venom in his tone sends shivers through her spine — knowing what he would do to protect her comforts her.

but, on the other hand, she also knows that hurting her father isn't going to do anything for them or fix anything.

"no, peter. i know you don't mean that." she murmurs seriously.

an angry frown places itself over his lips. "no, i do."

she sighs. "okay, maybe you do. but, it won't fix anything and we both know that," she says, moving one of her fingers up to smooth out the crease in between his very furrowed eyebrows.

"it's okay now — i'm okay." she whispers seriously, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles over his thumb.

you'd think from how she's comforting him that peter was the one that got hurt, not her — that's just how she is; she always finds herself taking care of everyone else, when she really should be taking care of herself.

maybe that's why they're such a good pair — while they're taking care of everyone else and their loved ones, they can trust the other to take care of the other.

"that's the thing, love. it's not okay! you shouldn't have to go out of your way to avoid him, just to protect yourself." he exclaims, ripping his hand out of hers and this time pacing around the living room with his hand now gripping his hair in frustration.

she sighs, frowning — this is exactly why she didn't want to tell him because she hates worrying him like this.

"it may not be fair, but if it's what i have to do to protect myself, then that's what i'll do — i should've kept doing that, instead of being an idiot to believe he'd change." she admits, shrugging, trying to play this all off, as if it's not that big of a deal.

"don't say that — don't do that!" he abruptly yells, turning around to face her defensively.

she flinches — once again — at the volume of his voice. "don't do what?" she asks meekly, her voice too soft.

he sighs in regret. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to scare you." his eyes are downcast at the floor, before he looks up again, the guilt clear in his irises this time.

"it's okay, peter." she gulps, berating herself for some part of her being afraid of him — after all, she has no reason to fear him because he'd never intentionally hurt her.

"it's not. i shouldn't have gotten so angry — i'm not mad at you, i promise," he says in a much more quiet voice, sighing as he sees that look in her eyes — the one that she always has when she feels like a burden and feels like she should be apologizing.

"sweetheart, don't even think about apologizing. none of this is your fault."

[y/n] sighs in exasperation. "maybe it is. i'm the one that is always making a fool out of myself by believing in the best of everyone."

she sighs when a flash of irritation shows in his eyes. "what?" he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing together.

she takes in another breath when he walks over to her and hesitantly places his hands over her cheeks.

[y/n] sighs again.

"this isn't your fault, love. know that," he murmurs, his eyes searching hers for some kind of understanding. "please, tell me that you know that."

she sighs again, noticing the tears filling his eyes — it becomes incredibly clear to her how much the man in front of her cares about her.

"peter... " her own eyes fill with tears, even spilling to her cheeks.

without another thought, he gently wipes away her tears. "promise me that you understand me."

she sighs again. "y—yes, i understand," she murmurs, hating the hope that fills his eyes. "but, i just don't believe it."

he opens his mouth to object, but she interrupts him before he has the chance to say something, "i want to. but, i can't just shut off the way i feel — i was raised the way i was and with the trauma i have gotten along the way, i can't just forget it."

more tears fills his eyes, before he moves incredibly closer to her and brings her close to kiss her forehead. "knowing you want to believe it is good enough for me."

when he pulls away from her he smiles warmly at her. "let's go cuddle now, yeah?"

the softness in his voice makes her smile. "sounds like a plan, pete." she murmurs with a nod and leads him to their shared room.

once they're inside of their bedroom, [y/n] walks over to their shared bathroom, to change into her set of pajamas she set aside earlier in the day, after she had just gotten back from her father's home — she used to call it her home, but that all changed once her once-very-close relationship with her father changed.

after she changes and brushes her hair and teeth, she takes in a deep breath and tries to mentally prepare herself for the rest of the night.

but, when she shuts off the light and opens the door, she comes to realize that the bedroom is empty.

she walks out of the bathroom and looks around, her eyebrows quickly knitting together in confusion.

and just as she's about to call out her boyfriend's name, she hears hushed voices outside of the room.

with much more confusion filling her body, she slowly walks out of their room and into the living room, only to see peter standing at the door, talking at the door in a hushed voice.

"pete? is everything okay?" she asks as she walks up from behind him.

he jumps a little in surprise, before motioning towards the door.

the blond hair of their current guest surprises her.

"oh, gwen. hi." she greets her best friend and then her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him with her chin resting on his shoulder.

"what are you doing here?"

gwen shrugs. "i just wanted to check up on you — your dad called me, yelling at me because he thought that you'd left to go hide at my apartment."

the words that come out of one of her best friends' mouth shakes [y/n] to her very core — anytime she hears anything about her father, she gets easily nervous and scared.

in a matter of seconds, [y/n] slowly pulls away from her boyfriend's body.

she knows that she should try to pretend everything's fine and as if her friend's words don't affect her, but she can't help it.

if she had a few more seconds, she'd probably fall into a state of mind where she'd completely shut down.

but, when a light touch to her shoulder by peter shakes her out of her daze, she sighs and nervously finds her boyfriend's eyes on her.

"what's going on, guys? did something happen?" gwen asks worriedly after seeing the tense look on [y/n]'s face.

peter doesn't speak. he doesn't even look away from his girlfriend — his eyes simply say that the decision is all hers.

despite the fact that him and gwen are pretty close friends, he's always respected [y/n]'s choices.

with a sigh, [y/n] turns to gwen. "i kind of had a run in with my dad earlier."

as she hears that statement, gwen begins to notice the bruises on her best friend's face.

she frowns. "are you okay?" she asks, but after a moment, she groans and rolls her eyes at herself.

"i'm sorry. that was insensitive — of course you're not okay."

[y/n] laughs, despite the seriousness of the situation. "it's okay."

gwen gives her a pointed look, not believing for one moment that what she asked was okay.

"really, gwen," she says, finding some courage inside of her. "i'm probably not okay. but... " she trails off, suddenly feeling like everything is going to be okay with the ones that truly love her by her side.

"for the first time, i think i'm going to be okay — that everything will be okay." she says confidently, moving even closer to peter and practically burying herself into his arms.

gwen smiles. "good. i'm glad."

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AFTER A LITTLE BIT MORE of talking, they all finally say their goodbyes and peter shuts the door gently.

they move over to the couch, peter covering them — mostly [y/n] — with one of the fuzzy throw blankets that was lying over the front of the couch.

"you doing okay?" he asks softly as she lays her face into his neck.

she smiles, feeling reassured for the first time.

she lifts her head back up to look at him.

"i know going back was stupid. i do—" before she can continue, he interrupts her with guilt evident in his brown eyes. —"i'm sorry, bug. for how angry i got earlier."

she tilts her head in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"i shouldn't have gotten upset with you. and i'm sorry for startling you. i was just worried." he murmurs seriously, frowning at her confusion.

"i just... every time i think about your dad being near you or hurting you, well, it drives me crazy, sweetheart." he says, trying to ignore the anger in his voice every time he thinks about the type of person his girlfriend's father is.

"pete... it's okay. i'm not going to go back — i learned my lesson." she says, cupping his jaw with one hand, in order to try to calm him down.

he sighs, leaning into her hand and covering it with one of his own.

"that's the point, sweetheart. you shouldn't have to be cautious and scared to avoid him, so that he doesn't act like that. it's not okay."

she frowns, wishing that she could stop him from worrying.

but, she also knows that he needs to get these feelings out and off of his chest.

"tell me, peter. what is it?" she asks, being the understanding girlfriend that he loves — no matter how cliche that actually sounds.

"i love how good-hearted you are, sweetheart. the way you always see the good in everyone, despite what they've done to you — it's amazing," he starts, pulling her hand away from his jaw to hold over one of his legs.

"and i never want you to stop being that person. but, i also hate that you have to avoid him. you shouldn't have to give up your happiness and peace."

she nods in clear understanding.

he groans again, leaning his forehead over hers.

"it's okay, peter."

he pulls away and opens his mouth to say something in defense, but she stops him by speaking before him, "peter, i know it upsets you that he doesn't get to be punished for his actions and i get that."

he stops short, giving her a chance to finish talking.

"i know you hate that. but, i know that you love me more than any urge that you have to give him what he deserves — and that's what i need you to do, okay? love me more than you hate him." he frowns at her words.

as if noticing his hesitation, she says, "for me. please?"

he sighs in defeat and nods. "fine. for you." he murmurs as he pulls her closer into his embrace and body.

she smiles in victory as she lies her head on his shoulder. "i love you, peter parker. you know that?" she murmurs, cuddling up close to him.

"i know i can always count on you." she says, once more, smiling as he chuckles and stretches over to kiss her on the forehead.

"good. because i love you more and i'll always hold you when you need it, dove." he murmurs, smiling at her calm and at peaceful face.

and like that, they cuddle until they fall asleep with peaceful expressions on their faces.

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ruewrote · 1 year

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PAIRING: tasm!peterparker x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: angst and alot of fluff SONG INSPIRATION: gone, gone, gone by phillip phillips WORD COUNT: 478

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your head was buried in your book, trying to figure out how to solve this maths problem when the front door slammed shut.

you turned around knowing who it was, giving him a smile as he walked through your bedroom door — he leant over, giving you a soft peck. before quickly pulling away. making his way over to your shared bathroom with slumped shoulders.

your smile soon turned into a frown, there wasn’t many days like this with peter, but of course he had his bad days — like everybody else did, but c’mon especially spiderman does.

it was an unspoken rule with the two of you that he would always come in and greet you with a soft kiss and an ‘i love you’, or vice versa if you had gotten home a bit later that day. no matter the circumstance.

following his footsteps, you made your way into the bathroom, pete was stood leaning over the sink, hand on either side of it with his head bowed down.

without a word you walked up behind him, gently wrapping your arms around his torso — head on his back, he stiffened, but soon melted into your touch, letting you hold him.

feeling his back start to shake as he cried in your embrace, you stood like that for a good couple of minutes then you turned him around to face you, wiping the tears that had once streamed down his face.

you couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling, carrying the weight of the entire city on his shoulders — worried of letting anybody down in the slightest.

sadly smiling up at him with knowing eyes, you made your way over to the shower. not letting go over his arm as you switched it over to the perfect temperature.

stripping yourself of your clothing, before helping peter with his, of course he could do it on his own, but it’s what the two of you did, looked after each other.

once the two of you had gotten into the running stream of warm water, you let peter go under first, the steam keeping you from getting cold. watching as the droplets run down his bruised body, him letting out a deep sigh of relief.

grabbing the loafer and some soap, you began lightly cleaning peter, starting at his shoulders and working your way down, as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

after you were both cleaned off, you got into some clean clothes before bundling up in bed with a random superhero movie in the background, cuddled up together.

just taking in each other’s presence, light jokes and kisses were shared.

until pete got really close to you, close enough that you could feel his breath lightly fanning your face.

“i really don’t know what i’d do if i didn’t have you in my life.”

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conniesanchor · 2 months

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002: you come around, and the armor falls.

a/n; this took longer than i expected, but here we are! part two of this series. i really hope you all enjoy this one. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

it had been two weeks since your fight with spiderman. two weeks. you hadn't ever gone that long without seeing him since you met him. throughout those two weeks, you began to worry about him. when you met the masked man, he seemed to calm you down. your normal anxiety ticks weren't as bad, your university grades were improving, and somehow, someone you didn't even know, had such an impact on your life.

having grown out of your usual sort of habit, when you heard tapping on your window, you were startled. after groggily rising from your warm bed, you shuffle across the room to the window, pulling back the curtains and unlocking the latch to let in the crisp air. as you peer through the open window, you spot spiderman there, his face obscured by his protective mask, yet his presence palpable as he patiently awaits permission to enter, his silent gesture speaking volumes of your shared understanding that the tension from your previous fight was still there.

despite harboring some frustration with him, you relent and grant him entry, realizing that your friendship transcends momentary disagreements, and his presence outweighs any temporary grievances. "what're you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

he moves his hands to his mask and pulls it over his head—your jaw drops. "i'm really sorry about snapping at you. i know you can handle yourself, and i shouldn't have doubted that." he apologizes, and when he sees your confused face, he continues, "my name is peter parker, and i would really like you to let me take you out on a date."

you don't respond, just step forward and fling your arms around his neck, "thank you," you say, your hands playing with the locks of hair at his neck.

peter chuckles, "for what?"

"trusting me."

as you embrace peter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. the tension that had been building between you since your disagreement dissipates in the warmth of the moment. you pull back slightly, looking into his masked eyes with a soft smile.

"i appreciate your apology, peter," you say, your voice sincere. "and i accept it. i understand why you reacted the way you did, but i'm glad we can move past it."

peter returns your smile, his eyes crinkling. "i'm glad too. i hate knowing that i upset you."

you shake your head, stepping back to give him some space. "it's okay, really. we're both still figuring this out."

he nods, his expression turning more serious. "yeah, we are. but I know one thing for sure—i want to get to know you better."

a warmth spreads through your chest at his words. despite the chaos of his double life as spiderman and your own everyday struggles, he still wants to make time for you. it's both exhilarating and reassuring.

"i'd like that," you reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "i'd like that a lot."

peter's smile brightens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "great. how about we start with that date? just you, me, and no crime-fighting distractions."

you chuckle, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the prospect of spending time together without the looming threat of danger. "that sounds perfect."

"good," peter says, his voice warm and genuine. "i'll make sure it's something special."

as you stand there, gazing into peter's eyes, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, you know that whatever comes your way, you'll face it together. with a newfound sense of determination and hope, you take peter's hand, ready to embark on this new chapter of your relationship.

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valentinajadehill · 11 months

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andrew garfield masterlist

one rule series: we were not eye fucking, i really want to kiss you, one time thing, press press press press press, the late late show, jealousy jealousy

the hang of it o

movie panel o

the interview o

crush culture part one, part two

funny ways o

toads o

rumours o

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lovelyaces · 1 year

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Endless love

hi lovely people, i haven't posted anything in a while but i will definitely pop here from time to time. here you go with another fluff piece that basically translates my own fears on paper...

i hope you enjoy it. love, ace 🌷

summary : Pete knows and it seems like your world is falling apart.

“I know.” You and Peter were currently outside your friend’s home, trying to regain some balance after your firsts drinks of the night. You’re not sure how but your conversation turned into love interests and taking your chance.

“Oh no. You know ?” You didn’t need any more words from him to understand that your feelings had been unveiled.

“I know.” Peter reiterated with what seemed to be the most neutral expression on earth.

“Oh…” You were mortified. This was it. The world began to close on you and right now you wished you could turn back in time and make this ever growing anxiety ball in your throat stop.

Never had any of your crushes known your affection for them, you always made sure of it. Because what an embarrassment that would be.

Peter tried to approach you, and slowly hold your elbows in a desperately soft attempt to appease you. Tentatively he whispered “I shouldn’t know ?” All you could do was shake your head no. “Alright then. Consider it forgotten.”

“It doesn’t work that way Pete.” Your voice was shaky and you were on the verge of tears. How can you come back from this ? How long had he known ? How long was it going to take for the story to spread ? You were spiralling and Pete was standing there, confused but mostly heartbroken at the sight of you so helpless. “Why is it a bad thing that I know bug ?”

“Because.” Your throat was closing up and you definitely didn’t trust yourself to continue. Because you’ll go. The sound of the party in the back and the crickets sounds were all you could focus on in order to ground yourself.

Wiping your tears away, you stepped back for Pete’s hold, as if cutting yourself off before he got the chance to do so. “Because it’s not going to work out like I hope, you won’t want me back and you’ll think about how silly it was for me to even think about it.” God how pathetic you thought.

There it was. Peter’s heart squeezed so tightly in his chest, he thought it might stop beating altogether. Your voice, your hands, the way your were so sure he was going to mock you. Anyone would have been hurt to be seen as such, but he knew. He knew that it wasn’t personal, but your fear of rejection taking over.

“Let’s sit for now yeah ?” He searched your eyes with his and led you to the bench further down the garden.

Once sat down, he gave you his hoodie to put on your shoulders. He then waited a bit, opening and closing his mouth like he was searching for the right words to come out. You were resting your head on the bench, looking up to help the tears go back down and at the same time, avoid facing Pete’s beautiful concerned frown.

“I would never laugh at you.” You turned your head to look at him. He, who’s always cheeky and loud, right now looked so attentive and worried you might fleet away at any point. “And I think any fool that made you believe that should be webbed to a wall just to reflect a bit on life.” That made you chuckle a wet laugh. “Just for a few hours of course.”

More time passed but it never got awkward, both of you just trying to gather your thoughts.

“I know you think no one’s going to stay and wait for you. And - I can’t believe I am about to say this because you’re oh so wise usually - but you’re wrong here bug. Sure,” he shrugged, “some people aren’t going to reciprocate those feelings - and thank god for that because otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to tell you this.”

He simply took your had and squeezed it twice before continuing.

“I wouldn’t laugh at you because, while simply being near you is a delight, knowing that I might have a chance at being loved by you, it’s everything. It’s like watching the sunset from Aunt May’s while she has music on, over and over again.”

You knew all too well afternoons at Aunt May’s place and the memories this sentence triggered lifted the weight off your chest partially. It was your turn to rub small circles on Pete’s hand, a silent encouragement for him to continue.

“You’re a lot more than you give yourself credit for bug. You just need to let people let you know.”

Exhausted and elated at the same time, you leaned onto Peter’s shoulder and quietly murmured,

“You love me ?”

“I do.” He took your intertwined hands and kissed your knuckles. “And here I thought I did a terrible job at hiding it.” The usual adoring smile had made its way back on his face.

“You’re a lot better than you think you are.” You added sheepishly, quoting his earlier statement. You turned your head that was still resting on his shoulder and placed a kiss there. “And I’d say you have more than a chance at being loved by me Pete.”

And he was right, it did feel like an endless sunset at his favourite place.

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waternilly · 2 years

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N.SFW Alphabet - Andrew!Peter Parker

Gender neutral reader, but mention of penetration College!AU, post TASM 2

A - Aftercare - what they’re like after sex

Once the deed is done, Peter is both very gentle and attentive, and a jokester. He will hand you tissues so you can clean yourself, peck your forehead, cuddle with you. But on the other hand, he will also throw little comments and jokes to get you to laugh.

B - Body part - their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

On himself, I would say his arms. He loves all the ways he can hold you and trap you in his arms.

On his partner, Peter is a sucker for their neck. He loves peppering the sensitive skin with tickly kisses as well as leaving all sorts of marks.

C - Cum - anything to do with cum, basically

Not really into facials but wouldn’t refuse it if it was your thing. He much prefers cumming inside you or, alternatively, on your belly.

D - Dirty secret - pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

Doesn’t want to try having sex while keeping his suit on because it mentally clashes for him BUT would absolutely love to have sex while you are wearing it. Not specifically his suit but a skin tight, spandex type of suit would turn him on instantly.

E - Experience - how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

Not a whole lot of experience. Peter had one long term partner and that is it. So he knows how to get around, but he is always open to learn more and try out some new things you would be into.

F - Favorite position - this goes without saying

He’s strong enough to hold anyone up against the wall comfortably, so he’ll do it any chance he gets. He loves being able to trap you that way. Especially in the shower.

G - Goofy - are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

Not completely humorous, but if something slightly embarrassing happens, he will easily laugh it off, instead of pretending it never happened.

H - Hair - how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

Overall, well kept. His chest is slightly hairy, but it is not a jungle.

As for intimate areas, he probably has just a patch of hair.

I - Intimacy - how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

This man makes it clear with his entire body that he wants you and only you. He is head over heels and it’s obvious. Peter loves to kiss you everywhere, at all times. He loves to hold you, to close his eyes and forget about everything else.

J - Jack off - masturbation headcanon

It’s not that he’s not horny, but rather that he’s often too busy or tired to do anything. He’s most likely to jack off in the shower, in the morning, before heading to uni. In the evening, before or after patrolling, is just not an option most of the time.

K - Kink - one or more of their kinks

I think Peter is a bit more of a dom, but specifically a brat tamer. He loves when his partner won’t obey him directly, but rather tease him.

L - Location - favorite places to do the do

Bedroom. Safe and comfortable, no need to make it more difficult than that, although he has a soft spot for the shower.

He would, however, really like to try it in a semi-public location. Somewhere outside but where the odds of you getting found would be close to 0. This would most likely be a rooftop of some sort.

M - Motivation - what turns them on, gets them going

Peter loves when you incite intimacy, when you make it clear where you want things to go. It’s the hottest thing ever to him and an instant turn on.

He may also be more dominating on a regular basis, he occasionally loves seeing you be in charge and take care of him.

N - No - something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

Spitting in your mouth. He would probably agree to degrading you if that’s what you like, but that is where he draws the line.

O - Oral - preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

About 50/50 I’d say. He will never refuse a good blowjob, but he will also pour his heart into it when he goes down on you.

P - Pace - are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

Definitely on the rougher side, but not all that fast. Peter likes taking his time with foreplay, teasing you endlessly. But once he’s inside you, he has a harder time controlling himself.

Q - Quickie - their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

When Peter is acting like a regular college student, they would be semi common. A quickie between 2 classes, over lunch break, just before heading to a party? Sure thing. Once he’s on the job though, no chance it would happen.

R - Risk - are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

I mean, I already mentioned that he’d be down to fuck on a roof, so long as there is minimal risk that you get caught.

In the bedroom itself though, he is open to experiment. Tying you up with webbing, pegging, whatever it is, he will at the very least consider it.

S - Stamina - how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

Peter can last for long enough usually. Not so long it becomes boring, but also not so short that you barely had time to realize what was happening.

On the occasions where he finishes before you, he will make sure to make it up to you. He will go down on you, finger you, whatever you prefer.

As for stamina, Peter is still young. Give him 15 minutes tops and he is ready to go again.

T - Toys - do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

I believe Peter doesn’t own any toys yet when you meet him. He is however open to trying new things. He would absolutely love using a dildo or vibrator on you and would consider getting a couple’s vibrator for you to use together.

U - Unfair - how much they like to tease

Let’s be honest, it’s his favourite hobby.

But he also won’t keep you waiting forever because God knows time flies and he still wants to get to business before suddenly having to leave to patrol.

V - Volume - how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Peter is not very loud himself, but he sure causes a lot of noises. Whether they are moans from you, the creaking of a bed or the slapping of skin against skin.

Peter may not be very loud, but he sure is vocal. He loves when you praise him, tell him how good he makes you feel and he will talk dirty right back at you.

W - Wild card - a random headcanon for the character

Peter has thought about what it would be like to fuck you on the ceiling, but it will take him a bit of time to tell you and he would probably prefer it even more if you somehow brought it up first.

X - X-ray - let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

Slightly above average length, but mainly above average girth. Wherever he ends up, he will stretch you out real nicely.

Y - Yearning - how high is their sex drive?

Again, it’s not that he’s not horny. He’s just very busy and very tired. So you are more likely to have sex with Peter during the day than in the evening/night.

That being said, if he could fuck you every day (or sometimes twice a day), he would absolutely do it.

Z - Zzz - how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

It really depends. If it is one of those occasional evening sessions, he will crash very quickly after you finish. Same if it is a hot summer or cold winter day with no classes.

If you still have classes or other obligations afterwards though, he will manage to stay awake.

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Jealousy and No homework

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Requested by @moonlight-ee.

A/N: This is a little similar to the Flirtacious Incident imagine. You don't have to read that to understand this one-shot.

Summary: One thing that Peter absolutely despised was the way guys would come up to you, starting up conversations just to annoy him. Gwen - your sister - thought it was hilarious to see the way Peter would clench his fists or tense his jaw. After one conversation with a guy, it took a little more than reassuring to tell Peter you were with him.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

L/F/M: Least Favorite Movie

Gwen Stacy -> your sister

Warnings: a little makeout session at the end, but nothing major!

Peter Parker x-reader

"Y/N! Get up, we're gonna be late for school!" Gwen exclaimed, knocking on the door. I rolled over in bed and groaned when my sister ushered me to get up. "Come on! Peter's going to be here in a few minutes, and you know how he gets when we're late," she continued. I pulled my comforter off and stumbled over to my dresser.

After a few minutes, I changed, looking more presentable than before. I opened my door and made my way downstairs. My younger brothers sat at the kitchen island, chowing down some waffles my mother made. "Morning, sweetheart," my father kisses my forehead with a hand reaching towards the coffee mug beside the Keurig.

Gwen walked down the steps with her brown bag over her arm. She fixed the sleeve of her suit jacket. "Cute overalls," she complimented. "Thanks. They're yours," I replied, straightening the cuff of the golden brown's cuff.

"They're what?" she said.

I ignored her statement, smirking. She turned to me with furrowed brows. "Okay. Kids, I will be a little bit late home from work tonight, so dinner is up in the air," my mother said. She handed me a cup of coffee. I sat between Philip and Simon, Gwen joining my side. My mother handed us a plate of waffles with our topping of choice.

"Alright, boys, let's get to school," my father grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed them towards the front door.

We wished them a good day at school before finishing our breakfast. During our conversation, Peter had made his way up to the front door. He politely knocked on the door. I looked over my shoulder and shot him a smile. "We'll see you after school, mom," Gwen said. Our mom kissed us on the top of the head.

She handed us each a container of our favorite fruit, telling us to share it with Peter if he wanted some. I slipped on my white keds and grabbed my backpack from the bench. "Good morning, sweet boyfriend," I bowed. He rolled his eyes playfully and put an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm here too," Gwen pointed out.

"And hello, Gwen," Peter waved. After some walking, the three of us made it to school. My boyfriend opened the door for my sister and me. We weaved through the crowds of people, finally arriving at our lockers. Thankfully, all three of our lockers were somewhat in the same spot.

Peter held my backpack as I sifted through the textbooks, trying to figure out what I needed. "Hey. I promised Flash that I'd help with Geometry," Gwen said. "You're still helping him?" I said, setting my AP literature textbook at the bottom of the locker. "Yes, I am. He really needs help," Gwen closed the door to her locker.

She hugged her books, looking at our faces. "We'll see you in Ecology then," I said. She smiled and waved goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. "Can you believe that she's still tutoring him?" Peter commented. "No, no. I cannot," I responded. He chuckled and zipped up my backpack, handing it to me.

I thanked him and slipped my arm through the strap of the backpack. He opened his own locker while I helped him with his things. "Um, excuse me," someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around, thinking it might've been the person with the locker underneath mine.

"Oh, Theo, hey," I said. "Hey. How are you doing?" he leaned against the other locker. He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. His red hair was slicked back with the strong aroma of hair gel. Peter looked at Theo. "I'm doing okay," I replied.

Theo smirked and nodded along. He glanced behind him like he was looking for Gwen. "So, what're you doing tonight?" Theo questioned. Peter let out a sigh and grabbed the spine of his textbook. I could sense his anger and uneasiness. "Probably just staying in," I answered. "It seems like you do that a lot," Theo replied.

Peter's grasp on the book tightened, his fingers became red, and his knuckles a pale white. I tried to hint to Theo in any way that I wasn't interested. "Yeah, well, I'm more of a homebody," I stated. "I have an extra ticket to L/F/M, if you wanted to come with my friends and me," Theo offered.

He stole a glimpse at Peter, who was trying to ignore the situation. Peter shut his locker and held onto the strap of his backpack as it sat on his shoulder. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested," I declined. Theo's brows raised.

He chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his light-washed jeans. "And, I've got a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd appreciate me going out with someone who wouldn't want to just watch a movie," I remarked. "C'mon, I can tell you want me," Theo insisted.

"Yeah, I want you to leave me alone," I said. I waved him goodbye and led Peter to our Geography class. We walked to the aisle where we sat, joining our fellow group mates.

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(After school)

Peter laid across my bed, playing with a red rubber ball. He threw it up and caught it before it fell on his chest. I tapped my pencil on my chin while we worked on our project for Literature. We were to read two short stories and then compare them. Peter was quiet when we began working.

I'd like to think that it's his way of brainstorming, but it wasn't normal for him to only say something sometimes. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at the emoji on the front of the rubber ball.

"Okay. I've got the first comparison done, have you started on the second one?" I asked. He sat up from the bed and grabbed his opened laptop from beside him. Peter looked through the document on his computer. "What's up with you? You've been quiet since we got out of school," I said, setting my pencil beside my computer.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat up in my bed. Peter set his computer on the pillow beside him. "Has that Theo guy asked you out before?" Peter asked. I closed my computer and walked to the bed, joining his side. "I mean, yeah, but I've always said I'm not interested or unavailable," I answered.

Peter tossed the ball between each of his hands, watching it as he played. I reached over and grabbed the rubber ball from him, and set it on the bedside table. "Why haven't you ever told me?" Peter questioned. "I didn't think it was necessary. Gwen has told him off a few times, and he just stopped talking to me," I responded.

"Except for this time, when I was with you," Peter nodded. I sighed, nodding as well. I looked to the side with a smile appearing on my face. "I thought that comeback to Theo's pickup line was pretty sick," Peter said.

"Really?"

"Really," he repeated. Peter leaned in to kiss me, further preventing me from speaking. I smiled against his lips with my hands pressing onto the mattress. Peter's hands rested on my waist, lightly pushing my green tank top.

Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter’s lips trailed up the side of my neck. I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over. He hovered over me with a smile on his face. "I just can't believe you got jealous," I spoke.

"I wasn't jealous," he insisted. "Mmm, I think you were," I said, grabbing his collar to join my lips with his again. So, for the rest of the afternoon, we didn't get our homework done.

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Hi ! It's great to see you back and writing again<3 i was wondering if you were planning on continuing one rule? I'm not the only one who really loved it a while ago and would love to see how the story plays out<3 no pressure, i guess i'd really appreciate some closure on whether it's an abandoned series or if there's still some hope for it lol :3

But seriously it's great to see you back posting, i was quite worried there i'm guessing you're feeling better<3

hello hello hello. so I’ve gotten quite a few asks abt this fic and in all honesty I just don’t rlly have many ideas for how to continue the plot. It’s been a while and I didn’t realize that so many ppl were waiting on it, but if anyone has any ideas feel free to send them my way and I’d be happy to finish it!

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if-found-return-to-sender · 1 year

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Unexpected (Peter Parker)

I knew high school was not supposed to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to be this hard.

Y/n Lewis, nerdy school outcast just wanting to belong. Being a teenager harboring a supernatural secret.

The elementalist.

That’s me.

A teenager with the ability to control the four elements. Fire, water, earth, and air.

I’m no vigilante like the infamous Spider-Man. However I’m not a villain like the lizard, or the rhino, or electro. I don’t really use my powers at all. I don’t need too or want to really. I’ve only ever used my powers in public once and it was an accident. Apparently me thinking about making rain stop and go back up into the sky actually makes it do that now, and there were the fires I almost started from a sneeze.

The only thing I know about how I got my powers is that my Dad and I got in an accident when I was little. I was the fortunate one in that accident. I ended up with powers and my dad will never be able to move anything ever again.

I think the day can either get better or worse from the moment I stepped foot on the Midtown High School campus.

I could be embarrassed by flash and his posy again, or I could successfully avoid them for the entire day.

I could get caught staring at Peter Parker again by Gwen, or I could actually pay attention during science class.

But who knows what the day has in store for me.

I can only hope that it gets better or stays neutral.

Walking to my locker to collect my books for the morning I’m greeted by a smiling Gwen Stacey standing next to my locker waiting for me.

“What’s got you smiling at 8 in the morning?” I ask her.

“I know you’ll be ecstatic to know that a certain someone got a haircut,” she giggles back.

“And why would I be ecstatic that Peter Parker got a hair cut,” I say.

“Because I didn’t even say a name and you still knew who I was talking about. Besides we both know about the massive crus…” I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth.

“Will you keep quiet about that I told you that in private. Nobody in Midtown besides you needs to know about that,” I say to her in a quick panic.

She pushes my hand from her face,” well I’m just saying because the dance is coming up and I know you don’t have a date yet.”

I look at her with confusion.

“I’m just saying that maybe, just maybe I can set you up with a certain photographer,” she says back to me as she nudges me with her elbow.

I don’t say anything back to her.

“I going to take your silence as a yes. I will start my work on that as soon as I see the dashing boy,” she says.

“I don’t think you’ve met the boy. He can’t take subtle hints to save his life. So good luck with that,” I giggle back to her.

“Challenge accepted,” she says in a close whisper, “I’ll see you later I’m off to philosophy. To think OUTside the box.”

“See you later Ms. Stacey,” I wave to her.

I turned around and ran into a chest that knocked me back causing me to fall. However I didn’t ever reach the ground because of the two hands that grabbed my waist and helped me back up.

I looked up at the person with shock only to be met with those gorgeous brown eyes I had memorized over and over again.

“H-hi Peter,” I stutter out.

“Hey N/n,” he says. N/n was a name that Peter had given me a week after we met. I had just moved in to the house across the street from Peter and his Grandparents. I started calling him Petey and he decided to come up with N/n, and it’s stuck ever since. I still occasionally call him Petey, but not as much as I used to.

“What’s got you standing so close to me? Trying to kidnap me,” I question him.

“No I was trying to scare you, but I can see you did that yourself,” he laughs.

“Yeah I tend to do that a lot. I’d be scared of my own shadow if I didn’t know what it was,” I giggle back.

“Ready to do to Calculus,”: he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s just hope our teacher doesn’t go on a life tangent, and cause me to fall asleep again,” I hoped.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you snore when you sleep,” he says.

I elbow him hard in the side,” I don’t snore, and it was embarrassing enough that I fell asleep and got caught. You poking fun is not making it better Parker.”

“I surrender you win,” he says as he puts his arms up in defeat.

“I always win,” I say when I brush my my hair over my shoulder.

“Only because I let you win,” he says as we near the classroom.

“I know but it still feels good to win,” I sass.as I run into the classroom ahead of him. I’m sitting in my seat giggling to myself by the time Peter walks through the classroom door.

He takes his seat next to me with a smirk on his face.

I began to take my books out of my bag as I hear the one voice I didn’t want to hear today. “How’s it going loser Lewis,” he asks me.

I ignored flash as him and his friends continue to stand in front of my desk. I did not want to deal with him today. As I continued to ignore them Flash kept pushing me.

“C’mon give me something.”

“I know you give everyone else something else.”

“C’mon you don’t want to be known as a prude forever.”

“I bet you’re not even a virgin.”

“Am I right.”

“Did you get your cherry popped Lewis.”

I was beginning to fidget in my seat rage growing inside me.

I can’t let him win.

“Oh C’mon I bet I’m better than whatever you had.”

Not now. He gets closer to my face.

“I think I could make you feel good.”

Not…

“ENOUGH!!”

My eyes widened as a strong wind blew around the room knocking over the empty desks and the boys in front of me.

I was gone.

I don’t know how far I needed to go but I just kept going.

I couldn’t sit around and wait to see what would happen. Especially now that they might know just how much of a freak I might actually be. Now that he might know.

My feet took me home, but I couldn’t go inside. My parents couldn’t know I left school right as it started.

So I headed down the street to the small park in our neighborhood.

I sat on one of the swings, and hung my head and even though I tried hard not to cry I couldn’t hold it back. Thinking about how I could never show my face at that school again, and how I would have to tell my parents about what I did and what we would have to do. Like move again to a town where nobody knows anything about me and what I can do.

As I’m crying it out on this swing I see a figure sit on the swing next to me. I look up to see those beautiful brown eyes staring back at me.

I didn’t want to speak knowing my voice would fail me, but I knew I had to.

I had to explain everything that just happened in order to try and save myself while I feel like I’m drowning.

“I’m sorry,” that’s the only thing that squeaks out of my mouth.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” he asks me.

“For what I did,” I sniffle.

“I thought that was amazing. You should’ve waited around to see the embarrassed look on their faces when they scrambled to their feet afterwards pretending like nothing happened. The rest of the people in the room were, confused, but they laughed at the fact they finally got what’s coming to them,” he rambles back to me.

“Stop,” I say.

“Stop what?” he questions.

“Stop trying to make me feel better. I know everyone sees me as a freak now for what I did. I can’t go back to school. I have to be a hermit for the rest of my life. My parents are going to kill me. But I don’t get it?” I ask.

“What don’t you get?” he says.

“Why aren’t you scared of me? Don’t I freak you out. I made an ocean wind in a closed classroom. Aren’t you supposed to be terrified of me now. You know my big secret,” I confess.

“Because I think it’s cool. I also have some follow up questions,” he says.

“Fire away young journalist what’ve I got to lose,” I say sounding defeated.

“When did you find out you could do that?”

“I was 7 got into an accident with my Dad and found out shortly afterwards.”

“Do you have any other powers?”

“I can also manipulate earth, water, and fire,” I say as I cause the puddle infront of me to float around in the air.

“Dang you really are cooler than I thought. Next question, what do you think about Spiderman?”

“Seems like an off subject question, but I’ll bite. I think he’s amazing. I think it’s fascinating that a human could acquire spider like powers. And the fact that he’s putting himself in the line of danger in order to save the city makes him a hero. No matter what the Daily Bugle says,” I say on a tangent.

“What if I told you that I knew him? Like personally,” he says.

“You do! How and when, and why didn’t you tell me. You tell me everything. I would think this would be…”

I’m cut off by a web being shot at the seat of the swing I’m sitting on. It pulls me closer to Peter.

I’m shocked.

I’m face to face with Peter Parker, the Spiderman.

We’re inches from each other.

“One more question,” he whispers, as if being any louder would shatter me.

I can only nod my head at him to ask his question.

“Can I kiss you?”

I answered him by pulling him those final three inches to me.

Crashing my lips to his.

His lips are soft but chapped. My hands find their way to Peter’s cheeks and I can feel the warmth flush to his cheeks as the kiss continues.

I break the kiss hesitantly, needing to breathe.

“Well that was unexpected,” he says to me. I giggle at his sentence as I look into those chocolate eyes.

“Well I have a question for you Mr. Spiderman,” I say to him.

“Ask away N/n,” he says back to me. Making me smile at the nickname.

“Do you wanna go to the dance with me?” I ask him.

“Only if you’ll be my girl,” he counters.

“I don’t know. Do I get to be with Spiderman or Peter Parker?” I question.

“How about both? A two for one deal if you will, but I also get to choose you cool superhero name,” he offers.

“Deal,” I say as i stick my hand out for him to shake and he shakes it, “I probably wouldn’t be able to pick a good name for myself anyway. I mean you came up with Spider menace.. *gasp* I mean Spiderman.”

“Ha ha very funny N/n,” he smiles back.

“So what’ve you got for cool super hero names?” I ask him.

“How about…” he thinks for a little bit and then a light bulb goes off in his head,” ooh, how about the Elementalist. Because you can control all four of the natural elements. And you don’t want to be mistaken for an avatar so got to get that name out there soon.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not a superhero. I don’t even know the full extent of my powers,” I say to him.

“Oh don’t worry about that. We’ll get there in due time, but first we need to make you a super suit,” he says with a smile.

“Let’s worry about that later Spiderman. I want to pretend to normal just a little while longer with my Peter,” I confess to him.

“Okay okay. I get it. The elementalist stuff can wait until the weekend. Which starts in…” he checks his watch,” about 4 hours,” he smirks.

“At least I get even more hours to be with you,” I say as I bring him in for another kiss which he gladly excepts.

We break apart and he stands up reaching a hand out for me to grab I take it. As I stand I’m instantly taken off of my feet and am being carried in the strong arms of Peter Parker who is walking in the direction of his house.

“Are you trying to kidnap me again Parker,” I ask him.

“No I’m taking you to my secret layer so we can ‘pretend’ to be superheroes together like the good old days,” he declares.

“As long as there’s a place to nap I’m there,” I say back to him.

“There is actually. I think you find the space to be rather cozy. I think you’ll enjoy it,” he says sincerely.

“Good good.”

“Excellent.”

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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Take a Break | Peter Parker

Plot: Peter decides to take a break from his relationship with the reader because of Spider-Man related duties.

Pairing: tasm!college!Peter Parker x gn!college!reader (I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible).

Content warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Word count: 1.5k

“Peter, I don’t understand. I mean, we got dinner together two nights ago and we were happy! I don’t know what I did between then and now but I don’t want this to be over. I really really don’t want this to be over,” you pleaded.

“This isn’t your fault, okay? I like you a lot. I really do, but we have to break up. It’s better that way. I’ve been going through a lot lately and a relationship - this relationship - is too much for me right now. I just need time.”

His words echoed through your mind as you stared at the wall across from you. As you felt the tears come on, you turned your head so that Peter wouldn’t be able to see that you were crying. The attempt obviously didn’t work, because you were the only two in your dorm room and there wasn’t really any place to go. You grabbed the box of tissues on your desk and wiped your nose so that you could breathe.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I can’t really talk about it.”

“Yes, you can. You’ve told me everything up until now so what are you not telling me that’s deep enough to end our relationship? I would really like to know.”

You looked at Peter and he was silent.

“Do you want a hug?” He asked. You nodded your head and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap for a moment. A few minutes went by before you were able to pull yourself together and stop crying.

“I have to go now,” Peter said.

“No. I want you to stay. This isn’t fair.”

You both stood up and Peter gave you one last hug before he walked out of your dorm. Right as the door closed, you grabbed your phone and gave your best friend a call to tell them what had happened. Peter was probably hurting as much as you were, but you didn’t want to think about that. You mostly wanted to eat cereal for dinner and cry your eyes out, which is exactly what you did.

A week had gone by and none of your friends had seen Peter around campus. If they did, they probably wouldn’t have told you, but it felt like no one had seen him around campus. You didn’t see him as you were going to the chemistry lab, even though his was right before yours and given by the same professor. Your roommate didn’t see him in the mail room, and one of your on-campus friends who lived across the hall from him hadn’t seen him. It was like he disappeared entirely, and it kind of pissed you off.

Until a rainy Saturday afternoon. You had just put away your clean laundry and you were watching an episode of your comfort show when you heard something hit the window. The sound made you jump but you opened the blinds anyways. There was a web on the window that hadn’t been there before and an envelope that had your name on it. In Peter’s handwriting.

That’s a really elaborate and stupid way of decorating for Halloween in the middle of March. You thought. You put your jacket on and grabbed your umbrella to go outside and get the note. Some guy Peter was, because the only way to get to the window was to walk through the grass and he picked the worst day for this.

The note came off of the window with the web attached to it, but you didn’t care. You took it inside and sat on your bed as you opened it.

Y/N,

Sorry about what happened last week. I’m ready to talk to you about what’s been going on with me now. Meet me at the dining hall at 7.

- Peter

It was 2 in the afternoon, so you had a few hours to think about what you were going to say to him. You still watched your comfort show, but it didn’t really comfort you as much as you had hoped. It helped to pass the time, though. It was ten minutes to seven when you decided to grab your keys and walk to the dining hall. If there was anything that you hated, it was walking alone after dark. When you walked into the dining hall, you decided to get a snack from the cafe and wait for Peter.

He was fifteen minutes late. As he sat in front of you, you moved your wrappers to the side of the table so that they weren’t in the way.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Apologize for what, exactly? We broke up a week ago because you said, quote on quote, that this relationship was too much and that you needed time.”

“I didn’t tell you everything, but I’m ready to tell you now. But there are things that I’m gonna tell you - things that you might not believe or like - that I need to tell you in private.”

“Just tell me now.”

Peter looked around the space and started to stand up.

“I know it’s a little cold out but a couple people just walked in and I really can’t risk people overhearing us.”

“My dorm or yours?”

You and Peter walked back to your dorm room. You felt like you had to apologize for the mess even though you were going through so much. Peter didn’t take his shoes off, which you found slightly odd. He sat on your bed and you sat in your chair.

“You’re not gonna believe me and I’m definitely going to sound like I’ve got a screw loose but I feel really bad for what I did and I owe you an explanation. Okay, so, you remember like two years ago when that whole thing with Curtis Connors went down?”

“Uh… yeah? I also remember that electric man but pretty much anyone who has lived in New York for the past two years will tell you that they remember these events.”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“You’re insane, Peter. I’m not going to get back with you because you say that you’re Spider-Man. He hasn’t been seen since the summer. I can’t believe you would tell me something this stupid.”

Peter sighed as he stood up and jumped. His hand stuck to the ceiling and you looked at him in shock. You were speechless. He got down and sat back on your bed before sighing and putting his head in his hands.

“So, back in June, my childhood friend killed my girlfriend. Last week would’ve been her birthday so I went back to Midtown just to be with her family. She has two younger brothers and I told her mom that I would help out whenever she needed me. I didn’t want them to be alone. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner but that stuff isn’t really what most people would believe.”

“Oh. Peter, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Honestly, not really. But I know that you can help me get through this, however long it takes, and I really want to get back together. You just can’t tell anyone my secrets.”

The comment made you smile and you wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck. He pulled you onto the bed and the two of you kissed before you grabbed your laptop and found a movie to watch. Your roommate came back late the next night, and they were surprised to see Peter.

“Hey, do you know when the- oh. Hi, Peter,” your roommate said. You and Peter laughed about it and explained that the two of you had cleared up the issue and decided to give the relationship another go.

After you had what was arguably one of the worst weeks of your life, this moment made it all worth it somehow. Peter invited you to his dorm the night before a big lab to study and catch up on assignments that both of you had when his roommate walked in.

“Oh, you guys are back together?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Nice. I was rooting for you.”

You let out a chuckle and smiled before going back to your studies. Peter walked you back to your dorm at around midnight, and you thanked him as you got to the door of the room. He quickly pulled you in for a kiss before you unlocked the door. Your roommate was asleep, so he watched as you quietly put your things down and walked back over to him.

“I love you. I’ll text you? Well, I’ll definitely text you, that’s obvious. But I’ll see you before your lab tomorrow. Yeah.”

Peter was so awkward that you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the interaction.

“I love you, too. I need you to tell me how the lab goes tomorrow, though. I’m pretty stressed about it.”

“You’ll be fine. You’ve got me, after all.”

You and Peter shared one more kiss before he went down the hall and out of the building, and you smiled when you got a text from him that he was back at his dorm.

#peter parker imagines #tasm!peter x reader #x reader #reader insert #andrew garfield imagines #writers #tasm!peter x you #the amazing spider man #tasm #tasm 2 #college #university #angst with a happy ending #here we go

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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So, after being in a funk for a couple of weeks- I finally got the inspiration to write again 💗 I'll get to the celebration requests after I finish this continuation of Summer Camp 🤭💗

#link mainstream imagines #link mainstream imagine #link mainstream x reader #link #andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagines #andrew garfield imagine

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

PETER PARKER [TOM]

dreamy.

i don’t wanna talk no more.

sit around and wait for you.

PETER PARKER [ANDREW]

rough day.

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evanpeterscoffeemachine · 1 year

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Send requests my way, I'm finally active here.

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p3terparker · 11 months

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𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.

𝘄/𝗰: 0.5k

𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me”

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

adjusting yourselves to get more comfortable, you’re now laid back on your pillow as you hug peters large frame while his face is nuzzled in your chest.

you two lay silently as you rub his back until you decide to break the silence.

“you know, you’re still in your suit. you’re getting my bed dirty.”

“you just want me to take it off so you can see me naked”

“you’re done” you say before attempting to push him off of you. peter quickly caught your hands before you could even try.

“how did you–”

“i’m spider-man, baby”

“clearly” you chuckle, referring to him still being in his suit.

“since you want to see me naked so bad, i’ll take it off” he groans as if it’s the hardest task in the world. “happy now?”

“very. now come lay back down”

you don’t have to tell him twice. he quickly gets back into the position you two were in before and enjoys the warmth and comfort you bring him.

“you’re so perfect petey, did you know that?”

“mmm” he groans into as he nuzzles his face further into your chest, enjoying the sudden compliment.

“i mean seriously. you’re so smart, so strong, so caring and so funny. you being handsome is just the cherry on top”

“stoppp” he whines. “i’m blushing.”

“okay fine, i’m done”

“nooo, i didn’t mean it! keep going please” he cries as he lifts up his head to look at you.

“you are truly such a big baby”

“i’m your big baby. now continue please, i love being praised by you.”

how could you deny him?

“i love how cute you are. you have the prettiest brown hair and eyes. your face is perfectly sculpted too. i don’t know how i got blessed with the most handsome boyfriend in the world.”

“mmm” he groans again in complete ecstasy. hearing your compliments is like music to his ears.

“you’re so cute, i just want to squish your cheeks” you say before lifting his head up slightly and squishing his cheeks together.

you cannot believe he’s letting you baby him like this.

“aww petey, you’re so adorable”

“thank you” he says with a pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his head on your chest again, suddenly feeling sleepy.

you two sat in silence for a few more minutes and he peacefully drifted to sleep.

you were definitely going to make fun of him for tonight in the morning.

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angelfic · 10 months

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— CALM AFTER THE STORM

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: the 4 times you hate each other, and the one time you don’t. alternatively, remus lupin is a pain in your arse and yours alone.

warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds, some bad writing as always which is unedited

author’s note: just a little e2l fic for my own indulgence as its my fave trope and its criminal how i barely have any e2l fics… also haven’t written anything in ages soooo enjoy!

when he just has to be controversial

The sun was beaming, colourful rays reflecting over your book through the stained-glass windows of the Gryffindor common room as you lounged on the sofa with your head in Lily’s lap. You were barely paying attention to the chatter of your friends around you, choosing to focus on your copy of ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ and Marlene’s soft guitar playing. The lazy afternoon is a welcome break from the increasingly stressful N.E.W.T lessons that have had you all so exhausted, you’re not sure if Peter is asleep or dead from his curled-up position on the rug.

You don’t even realise someone is saying your name until Marlene tickles the sole of your socked foot with her guitar pick, making you yelp and draw your legs in from where they were previously tucked in between Marlene and her guitar.

“What was that for?” you grumble, nudging her arm with your foot.

Marlene smirks, nodding over to James. “He told me to get your attention. Didn’t specify how.”

You roll your eyes and turn on your side to face the boy in question, his grin unfaltering as he multitasks polishing the handle of his broomstick and talking to you. “Not my fault you’re dead to the world when you’re reading,” he says, matter-of-fact, continuing when you raise your eyebrows in impatience. “I was just wondering how you could look so interested in that book. Remus said he’d do my homework for a month if I finished it the other day and I couldn’t get past five arse-numbingly dull pages.”

You scoff, adjusting your position again to face Remus as well. “And why was Remus betting you to read my book, exactly?”

“It was my copy,” Remus replies, scribbling away on his parchment, cross legged on his chair, to undoubtedly finish the Potions essay that Slughorn had set yesterday. You’re transfixed on the way his hand is moving across the page for a second, unable to fathom how someone can have such messy handwriting. You aren’t surprised in the slightest that the next words coming out of his mouth are ones you disagree with. “I wanted to see how long he lasted reading the slowest-paced book in the world.”

You abruptly sit up at this, shutting your book and forgetting plans of relaxation.

“Hey, watch it!” Lily exclaims, lifting the bottle of black polish she’s using to paint Sirius’ nails from its balanced position on her thigh to avoid you spilling it all over her white top. “If you’re about to argue, please refrain from throwing things until after I’ve done the second coat of nail polish.”

You pointedly ignore this and narrow your eyes at Remus who, infuriatingly, still hasn’t lifted his head from his essay. “I’m surprised you found it hard to read such a slow book. Thought that’d be perfect for you.”

“Look what you’ve started, Prongs,” Sirius sighs, examining his nails.

Seeing the corners of Remus’ lips pull up into a slight smile at your comment just spurs you on in defence of the book you were previously enjoying. “Besides, it’s about a real-life teenager with real-life struggles, not The Hobbit on his latest adventure.”

“Who’s Hobbit?” James mumbles, scratching his head in confusion as Marlene just shrugs, equally oblivious.

“It’s overrated,” Remus insists, finally setting down his quill to look at you. The amused expression still hasn’t left his face and you make a noise halfway between a scoff and a high-pitched squeal of indignance. “Even James agrees.”

“Oh, and James’ opinion on literature is the standard now?” You raise a brow, tutting when James starts to protest. “The only book James has finished in the last six years was Quidditch Through the Ages.”

The way James slowly slides the aforementioned book under one of the sofa cushions doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Sirius starts snickering, much to Lily’s annoyance as she tries to control his hand. “She got you there, in fairness, mate.”

Sirius’ chortling seems to stir Peter from his sleep and he opens one eye to peer at you. Seeming to catch sight of your irritated expression, he frowns. “Are these two arguing like an old married couple again?”

“Merlin help us if these two ever decide to get married,” Marlene utters under her breath, bent over her guitar and avoiding the weight of your glare.

“Yeah, he wishes,” you grumble, shuffling around on the sofa to get back into a comfortable position with your book. Remus’ smile has only widened in response and he seems to enjoy your discomfort as you overcompensate for showing your annoyance by wriggling about.

“I dream about it every night,” Remus replies, dryly and Peter giggles below you before turning over to sleep again.

You overcompensate a little too much by moving around, because Lily huffs from beside you and starts scrambling around for a tissue. “What did I say about the second coat?”

“I didn’t throw anything this time!”

2. when he won’t let you give someone a black eye

Defence Against the Dark Arts is your favourite N.E.W.T subject for a lot of reasons. You enjoy the lesson content, it’ll be useful in future years, and it’s the one lesson you share with every single one of your friends.

You’ve gotten used to James and Sirius messing around while Professor Marigold recites fact after fact about spells and creatures and wizards of dark nature. Its like soothing background noise to you and your classmates who all concentrate in silence most of the time.

Which is why your quill stops on your page and leaves a growing ink blot when you hear snickering and whispers from the other side of the classroom rather than from in front of you where the marauders sit in a line.

The scoffs of disgust coming from Snape and Mulciber are loud enough to attract the attention of the rest of the students and even the teacher, who eventually sets down her piece of chalk in the middle of talking about Wolfsbane potion with an impatient sigh.

“Is there some sort of pressing issue that can’t wait until after class to discuss, boys?” Professor Marigold asks with a tone of ire that would impress Professor McGonagall. “Even Black and Potter have decided to give it a rest today.”

She’s not wrong, you think, noting how they’ve been less disruptive than usual for this lesson, probably tired out from setting each other’s robes on fire in Charms the hour before.

“The pressing issue is werewolves,” Snape mutters quietly, as though he doesn’t want to make a big issue but can’t stop himself from speaking up. “We should be learning more about how to kill them and less about the price of potion ingredients.”

Lily gasps from beside you and Sirius and James tense up at his words. Remus doesn’t lift his head, but you absently notice how his grip tightens around his quill when Peter nervously turns to him. Peter isn’t one for conflict and he’s always been nervous around this particular group of Slytherins, so you’re not surprised he’s anxious.

“Werewolves are still people, you can’t just go around killing them!” you find your mouth moving on its own, before your brain can catch up. When Snape turns to direct his scowl at you, its matched by your own as well as Lily’s disappointed frown. “They didn’t ask to be werewolves, they physically can’t help it! How would you feel if people wanted to kill you for not being able to control being such an arse.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Marigold warns, setting her stern eyes on you. You’re not one for disrupting lessons or getting into trouble, so when Remus turns around to look at you with a raised eyebrow, your cheeks start to warm and you stubbornly don’t look his way again.

Snape ignores her to continue glaring at you. “I don’t have the capacity to kill people in a feral rage now, do I?” His gaze flits from you to Lily and Marlene and then lingers on the boys. “Of course, you’re defending werewolves. It’s no surprise considering who you choose to associate yourself with.”

“Mr Snape.”

“You have no need to fly into a feral rage to kill people,” you reply, voice steadily rising in volume. Sirius and James turn their heads back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match and you know the only reason they haven’t piped up to agree with you is because they’re too entertained watching the way you’re about to jump out of your seat to pounce on Snape. “All you need to do is show someone your face for them to die of fright–”

“ENOUGH!” Professor Marigold’s booming voice cuts through the laughter of everyone on the Gryffindor side of the classroom and when you turn to look at her, you see even Remus’ shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. You’re not sure why this pleases you, but it doesn’t last long enough for you to figure it out before Marigold waves her wand in the direction of the door and sends it flying open. “Both of you will wait for me outside the classroom until the lesson has finished so I can discuss your appalling behaviour.”

You gape at her for a second, before relenting and grabbing your bag, not wanting to argue with her authority. Your friends have different ideas.

“That’s not fair!” Marlene exclaims, standing up in protest. “She didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“Yeah,” James agrees, also standing up. “Snape’s the one who was being an annoying pri–”

“Sit down, everyone,” Marigold cuts him off, pursing her lips. “Everyone except Mr Snape and Miss Y/L/N. Do not even think about speaking Mr Black, or I won’t hesitate to suspend your and Mr Potter’s Quidditch privileges until further notice.”

Sirius shuts his mouth after a nudge from James and you shoot your friends a grateful smile before making your way out of the classroom, followed closely by Snape.

The door shuts behind him and you don’t bother sparing him a glance before dumping your bag on the ground and leaning against a wall to focus your gaze on a suit of armour for the next five minutes. You’re about half a minute in when you notice that one of the hands are slightly wonky and the classroom door suddenly opens.

Remus, of all people, enters the hallway to join the two of you and quickly shuts the door.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, furrowing your brows and getting up from against the wall.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Snape sneers at him, and you give him a scathing look before turning to Remus for an answer.

Remus pointedly ignores him to stand next to you against the brick wall. “I just pointed out to Professor Marigold that you both have your wands and she may not have two students left out here by the end of the lesson.”

“I can defend myself,” you snort, folding your arms. You aren’t sure if you’re annoyed that Remus is insinuating otherwise, or if you’re touched that he doesn’t want you to be hexed into oblivion by Snape. “Especially from him.”

“Oh, I know,” Remus raises both hands in surrender as his tone becomes grave. “It’s not you I’m worried about, trouble.”

“Ha ha,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes at the nickname. He started it around a year ago when you got your first ever detention for helping Sirius and James Charm the Slytherin chairs to throw them off every time someone sat. Your friends had kept quiet about your involvement, but Peeves had spotted you, the nosy bastard. The nickname stemmed from the fact it was the first time you had ever gotten into trouble and it never failed to irritate you. “You better be careful I don’t hex you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of annoying you,” he says, but the serious tone of voice is ruined by the way his lips are twitching in an attempt not to laugh at you. “After what happened when I said I didn’t like that one Jane Austen book? Forget it.”

“Hey, you insulted one of my favourite characters,” you point out, resting a hand on your hip. “What did Emma ever do to you? You had that hex coming.”

“I had pink hair for a week,” Remus narrows his eyes at you, but you can tell he isn’t really angry. Although he refuses to admit it, you know for a fact he didn’t hate the pink hair considering how good he looked with it. An annoying indiscretion on your part. Remus looks behind you for a split second before leaning in a little to whisper. “I won’t get in the way if you want to turn Snape’s hair pink, though. Preferably a very bright shade of flaming, hot pink.”

At risk of your own cheeks flaming up from how close he is – really, what’s the need? – you shake your head let your hair fall into your face. Almost having forgotten Snape is also there, you start when he scoffs (for what you think is the millionth time this afternoon) and you sigh before facing him begrudgingly. “What now?”

“Couldn’t handle the content of today’s lesson?” he asks, tiling his head. You’re about to ask him what the hell he’s talking about before you realise, he isn’t actually talking to you, but to the boy behind you.

“Uh…” you trail off, not sure how to respond. All three of you currently standing in the corridor know that Remus is smart enough to tackle any type of content, especially something as memorable and interesting as werewolves.

Remus’ amused demeanour has been wiped away and you can’t determine his exact expression, but his voice is cold when he talks to you. “Just ignore him.”

“You and your group of friends can’t help themselves when it comes to defending strays and all sorts,” Snape continues, much to your confusion. “It’s not enough that you’re a group full of blood-traitors and mudbloods…”

Remus tenses up behind you and you find yourself frozen for a second.

The next thing you know, you’re lunging at the greasy-haired Slytherin with every intention of hurting his face with your fists, wand long forgotten. Your fingers barely brush his robes, however, when you feel yourself being hauled back by strong arms that wrap around your middle.

“Let go!” you snarl, enjoying the way Snape has backed away, eyes wide and worried. “Did you hear what he said? Remus, let me go.”

He doesn’t relent, still holding onto you when he leans down to speak in your ear. “You’ve already gotten into trouble. You’ll get into a whole lot more when everyone walks out to see Snape with a black eye and you with bruised knuckles.”

“Worth it,” you grit out, still pulling away from his grip and throwing daggers with your eyes at Snape. After a few more seconds of pointless struggling, you relax very slightly just to turn in his arms so you can direct your next words to him more pointedly. “Not only is he a slimy, blood-supremacist twat, but he also wants to kill a poor bunch of werewolves. We should be throwing him into the bloody Black Lake!”

“I know, I-” Remus is cut off when the door opens and students start flooding into the corridor to provide a barrier between you and Snape, indicating the end of the lesson. Remus finally lets you go when he realises you’re in direct view of Professor Marigold who stands behind her desk, waiting for you. “I had no idea you were such an advocate for werewolves.”

It’s the last thing you expected him to say and you immediately look up at him and frown. “Again, they’re people. They don’t deserve to be victims of prejudice just as no one does.” He doesn’t respond, staring at you with an unreadable expression and a hint of a smile. Your frown deepens in confusion. Was he… laughing at you? Especially after you had just gotten along. “I’m so glad you find me amusing,” you say, scowling and storming back into the classroom and away from Remus.

3. when he's too good for flower crowns.

“Tell it again,” James insists, grin wide as ever plastered onto his face despite the withering look you send his way. “Getting a glimpse at even the possibility of Snivellus getting pummelled by Y/N would have made my entire year.”

“The galleons I’d give up to have been there,” Sirius releases a wistful sigh, closing his eyes as he lies down, facing the sun.

You hand him the daisy chain crown you just finished and he dutifully dons it. “I’ll alert the Ministry of Magic to order in a time-turner for an issue of utmost urgency,” you say sarcastically as you start on the next daisy chain. Sirius merely winks at you.

“I think you should’ve let her have at him, Remus,” Marlene states, unapologetic. You nod vehemently in agreement, a little too enthusiastically as you end up splitting a daisy down the middle.

Lily tuts, adjusting her own flower crown as it slips against her silky red hair. “I’m glad you didn’t. Godric knows what Professor Marigold would have done,” she shudders at the thought, ever the diligent student.

“Forget Marigold,” Peter chimes in. “Imagine what Professor McGonagall would have done.”

You don’t miss how he looks over his shoulder in case your head of house is taking a stroll along the grassy grounds.

“She would have combusted when you called him an ugly arse,” Remus pipes in, unhelpfully might you add, from where he sits slightly away from the group under a tree, reading.

The comment sends Marlene, Sirius and Peter into a fit of laughter – James is too busy staring at the way the sun is making Lily look ethereal and she’s too busy pretending not to notice while being secretly pleased. Doing a quick survey of your friends, you see everyone now has a flower crown except Remus. You make your way to the tree he’s resting against while the others chat, and sit yourself down with purpose.

Remus lowers his book very slightly to peer at you and your too-sweet smile. He raises a sceptical brow. “Should I be scared right now?”

You drop the fake smile and hold up your flower crown expectantly. “Everyone has one, but you.”

“How observant,” he says, setting his book down to look at you in mock astonishment. “Have the Aurors at the Ministry caught wind of you yet?”

“Don’t be a pain,” you groan, dropping it onto his open book. “I want everyone to wear one for the picture!”

Remus sighs, looking at the large camera over by your bag. You had saved up all summer to buy a magical camera to be able to take pictures of you and your friends in your final year at Hogwarts. The time you used your own muggle camera was a disaster of sparks and broken bits of plastic that took hours to mend. “I already agreed to your incessant picture-taking,” he reminds you, acting like it’s the most painful thing in the world. “The flower crown is not happening.”

“Fine, you miserable git,” you flick a handful of grass at him, sending him sputtering. “Now come and sit for the photo.”

You return to the group with Remus behind you and get everyone in position before hunting down someone to take the photo. Glancing around, you spot a close bunch of first-years and send Lily to use her Head Girl credentials (and warm and inviting personality, of course) to rope one of them into coming over.

“Okay, smile everyone,” you order, plopping down on the grass next to James. You elbow him in the ribs, not even having to look at him to know what he’s doing. “Stop looking at Lily and look at the camera.”

With a couple of mutterings and some nudging, the nervous first-year Hufflepuff girl shakily takes the picture and hurriedly hands you the camera in the middle of the picture sliding out of it. James and Sirius go back to playing with a golden Snitch while Peter watches, while Remus returns to his book.

Lily looks at the picture and coos over how cute everyone looks at the same time as Marlene complaining about her hair. You impatiently take the picture back to slide it into your photo album and something catches your eye.

Sirius is making a peace sign behind Remus’ head. His head that wears a flower crown.

4. when he bleeds out on you.

You’re not sure what time it is – either very late at night, or very early in the morning. You do know, however, that you want to finish your Herbology essay so you can enjoy tomorrow (or today) and cheer your friends on in the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch game. You only have the conclusion left and you’re confident it’ll be done in the next ten minutes.

If you can find your damned quill, that is. You could have sworn you had it ten minutes ago, just before you snuck down to the kitchens to persuade the house-elves to give you the strongest cup of coffee they could make. You take a quick sip and grimace at the lukewarm temperature before setting it down and getting up to search. After turning every sofa cushion upside down, you go to crouch behind the sofa.

You hear the door to the common room being swung open and the hushed voices of the Marauders enter, but you don’t take too much notice as you squint for your quill. It isn’t unusual for the boys to be roaming around the castle at odd hours of the night, but a hiss of pain grabs your attention at the same time you spot the quill.

“Can you guys manage taking him up to the-” Sirius cuts himself off when your face pops up from behind the sofa. He freezes in his efforts to hold up Remus, who you notice is leaning on him and James and Merlin’s balls he’s covered in blood.

“What the fuck happened to him?” Your voice comes out weak as you walk over to the boys. Remus has deep, bleeding slashes over his chest and an assortment of little cuts on his face and hands. He seems barely able to keep his eyes open but when his gaze meets yours, he winces. He isn’t the only one hurt and you realise Sirius’ arm is damp with blood and trembling, the same going for James’ thigh. “What the fuck happened to all of you, oh my God…?”

“Peter, you were supposed to keep watch,” James hisses at the boy who looks like a deer in headlights. He looks a lot better than the others, with only a couple of small cuts scattered around his face and arms.

“She was behind the sofa!”

James’ leg buckles and you snap out of your state of shock to dart forward and keep him steady. “Right. Shit, okay,” you breathe out, holding off asking any questions to prevent anyone from bleeding out. “James, Sirius, set Remus down on the sofa and take off his shirt. Peter, help these two up the stairs and go find a first-aid kit or something.”

“We’ve got a couple in the dorm,” Sirius says, summoning one of them down with a quick Accio and handing it to you. He hesitates for a second, probably unsure if he should stay and explain things, before deciding to turn in the direction of the stairs with James as Peter rushes to help them up. “Look after him, please. We’ll be right back, Moony.”

“Take your time, I’ve got him,” you utter, already fiddling with the first-aid box and trying to open it with shaky hands. You’re no healer, but you know enough to panic when you see Remus has had his eyes closed for the last few seconds. “Remus, keep your eyes open!”

He groans, cracking one eye open to look at you. “I’m injured and bleeding out and you still manage to yell at me.”

“I wasn’t yelling,” you frown, unscrewing the bottle of dittany and scrambling for the cotton pads. You try to avoid Remus’ gaze because you feel extremely silly about being more panicked than him when he’s the one with claw marks down his chest. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt.”

While dabbing the liquid onto the deep gashes in an attempt to close them up, you ponder on the fact that he probably knows it hurts from experience. You’re not completely clueless.

“What are you thinking?” Remus whispers in the stifling quiet of the common room, looking unsure.

You don’t cease in your movements, changing cotton pad after cotton pad. It takes you a minute to muster up the courage to meet Remus’ gaze again and this time he looks more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”

Remus gives you an almost imperceptible nod, like he doesn’t want to admit to it. You take a deep breath.

“Who else knows?” you ask calmly, as if you’re asking him about the weather.

“The boys and Lily,” he admits, swallowing hard. “Oh, and Snape.”

“Snape?” you exclaim, halting your dabbing to gawp at Remus. “I’m not saying you had to tell me or anything, but Snape?”

Remus winces and you don’t think it has anything to do with his injuries. “In my defence he found out on his own and hates me for it,” he rushes out. “And it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you… I-”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, waving him off and wondering how good you’re hiding the fact you’re a little hurt. “You didn’t have to tell me.”

“No, I wanted to. I did,” Remus insists, looking earnest. There’s something in his voice that’s a little pained and desperate that has you meeting his eyes. “I just couldn’t have dealt with it if you started looking at me differently. The boys and Lily sometimes do, y’know? Like I’m made of glass or something. It’s refreshing whenever you scowl at me or call me an idiot or an arse or a stupid gi-”

“Okay,” you stop him, stifling a grin. “I get it!”

Remus’ eyes flash with relief for a second before you notice doubt start to creep in again. “You don’t need to hide it, by the way. I won’t hold it against you if… If you’re scared or disgusted, or-”

“What?” you cut him off again and scrunch your nose in confusion. “I’m not scared or disgusted. Why would you think that?”

“You’ve been a bit too calm,” he points out.

Rolling your eyes, you grab a bandage to start patching up the worst of the injuries before you move onto the minor cuts and bruises. “I didn’t want you to think I was freaking out, or looking at you differently,” you quote his own words to him with a pointed look, making him smile again. “I don’t, you know. Think of you any differently, I mean.”

His expression is unreadable as he just looks at you and you just look at him, bandage hovering over his chest before his fingers come up to brush the back of your hand. He lightly holds your hand, softly running his thumb over your knuckle as his voice drops to a whisper again. “Thank you.”

You offer him a gentle smile, holding his gaze for a second longer before focusing on bandaging him up again. His hand drops to the side and you oddly find yourself missing his warmth. The large bandage adheres to his skin and you run your fingers along the sides to stick them down, feeling him shudder under your touch.

You quickly busy yourself with looking for more supplies in the kit to hide the way your own breathing has increased slightly. “Hey, anyway, I almost walloped Snape right in the eye for you. If that wasn’t any indication of my standing on werewolves, I don’t know what is.”

“Ah, my knight in shining armour,” Remus chuckles before breaking into a wheeze as the muscles of his injured abdomen contract. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh.”

“Don’t laugh at me then!”

5. when you’re definitely not jealous… you’re not!

Three cups of coffee. You’re on three cups of coffee. It’s also the same number of hours you’ve slept and by Godric can you feel it in every inch of your body as the muted chatter of the Great Hall buzzes around you. Your head is in your hands as you contemplate stealing some Polyjuice potion and bribing a first-year to take a dose with your hair in it so you can go to bed and they can pretend to watch the Quidditch match.

You knock back the last sip of coffee when you sense a presence sliding onto the bench in front of you. Groggily setting the cup down, you see that its Remus. It takes a second to remember why this is concerning.

“Morning, h- Wait, what the hell are you doing out of bed?” you hiss, leaning forward to avoid anyone listening in. You scan your eyes over his chest, two seconds away from ripping his shirt off to check his bandages. “How are you even standing?”

“Relax, Florence Nightingale,” Remus says, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. He does his own quick sweep of the table and sees that most people are out in the Quidditch stands already, so he proceeds to pull the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal an already fading scar. No bleeding in sight. “I went to Madame Pomfrey with the boys this morning and she hurried up the process like she usually does. I feel achier than a 90-year-old woman with a metal hip, but the brunt of it is gone and Pads and Prongs are good as new.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes slightly. “If you’re sure you can sit out in the stands…”

“I can once I’ve consumed every cup of tea on the premises,” he says, reaching for the teapot. An annoyingly smug smirk starts to appear on his face while he pours. “What, are you worried about me, trouble?”

You scowl instantly. “No, I just don’t want you collapsing on me in the Quidditch stands while I’m cheering the boys on.”

“Right.” He hides his grin behind his cup of tea.

“Hey,” you mumble, nodding to Patricia Holloway who looks like she’s making a beeline to your table. More specifically, towards Remus. “Bright and cheery Hufflepuff incoming.”

“Merlin, it’s too early for this,” Remus whispers, taking another sip of tea before his face breaks out into a charming smile directed at the girl who slides into the empty seat next to him. “Morning, Patricia.”

“You look good today, Remus,” Patricia rests her elbow on the table and tilts her head to look at him with simpering eyes. It’s no secret Remus is good-looking and you’ve heard a million girls talk about him before. You’ve never seen any of them approach him yourself, though. You can’t say you enjoy it. “Are you… okay, Y/N?”

You didn’t realise you were scowling until she addresses you and you rapidly smooth out your expression, clearing your throat. Remus looks amused, which makes it harder to keep the scowl off your face. “Fine! I’m fine, just a bit confused since Remus looks half asleep,” you attempt a laugh through gritted teeth and are spurred on when Remus is actively trying to fight a grin. “And his hair currently makes him look like he’s been dragged through the Forbidden Forest.”

He can’t stop himself snorting at that, but Patricia just looks confused as though unsure how to react. She settles on a nervous little laugh, turning back to him. “I can fix that for you, here,” she says, scooting closer and starts to run her hands through Remus’ hair. You poke your cheek with your tongue, marvelling at how bold she’s being and how Remus is just sat there, still looking amused as ever. “There, what do you think?”

“A hairbrush couldn’t have done a better job,” you deadpan, softening your expression slightly when Patricia begins to look a little disconcerted. “You keep doing that, I’m going to head off to the Quidditch field.”

You all but storm out of the Great Hall, exhaustion having left you completely. It’s replaced by a newfound whirl of irritation that pools in your stomach and creeps up your throat, making you feel a little sick. It must be the coffee, you think, and you’re trying to remember if the beverage has ever made you experience this when all of a sudden there’s a hand circling your wrist.

“Stop, Y/N,” Remus says, a little breathless. You didn’t realise he’d run out after you and you feel bad about his injuries before your gaze snags on his newly tousled hair. “Godric, you walk fast.”

“I didn’t ask you to catch up to me,” you snap, purposely scowling this time. The cheeky bastard still looks amused and your irritation is growing faster than ever. “Besides, the match doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time for Patricia to give you a whole new hairdo. Maybe she can give you plaits or– Why are you laughing.”

“You’re jealous,” he exhales with a smile, sounding positively delighted. Any feelings of concern have disappeared and are being rapidly replaced with wanting to thwack him upside the head. “Oh my God, you really are jealous.”

“Jealous, my arse,” you scoff, turning your back to him with every intention of speed walking out of the castle. His long legs keep up with you easily and he rushes in front of you to stop you going anywhere. You glare at him. “Leave me alone, Lupin.”

“Not until you admit that you’re jealous.” Remus is positively giddy with glee and you feel a flush of heat crawling up your neck. You set your jaw stubbornly and he’s incredulous as he shakes his head. “Merlin, you really have to argue with me on everything don’t you? I don’t care about Patricia Holloway and I’m glad you’re jealous. Means you’re less likely to break my nose when I kiss you.”

You barely get the chance to make an incoherent noise when Remus grabs you by the waist and presses his lips against yours, kissing you like he isn’t prepared to let you go anytime soon. His mouth slides hot and wet against your own and you gasp into the kiss when he nips lightly at your lip, your hands coming up to slide into his hair, making it unruly all over again.

Remus is the first to break apart, too soon, and you physically restrain yourself from chasing after his lips. He pulls back slightly, breathing fast to look into your eyes, searching for the answer you’re unable to speak yet.

“You… uh, I-I’m…” you trail off, dazed and breathless and head swirling with every emotion under the sun.

Remus laughs, pulling you impossibly close and leaving a soft kiss on your jaw, which doesn’t help your current speech issues. “If I knew that was all it took to shut you up, I’d have kissed you years ago.”

“Wha-!” You slap his arm, snapping out of the haze. You hide your current uncertainty behind a glare. It hit you like a ton of bricks, but you realised about five seconds into the kiss that you wanted Remus Lupin in every way, shape and form. You’re more than a little terrified, so what better defence mechanism than anger? “Why did you actually kiss me, you prick?”

“You are the densest, most clueless,” Remus begins, pausing to kiss you lightly a couple times when you start to scowl. “Most stubborn and most beautiful little witch I’ve ever known. And if you haven’t figured out after almost seven years that I love you, then I’m afraid we might have to admit you to St Mungo’s, because really-”

“Stop,” you whisper, lifting a finger to press against his lips, effectively silencing him. “You love me? You actually, seriously love me?”

He rolls his eyes and nods, like it’s obvious or something. You huff. “Then why have you been such an annoying pain in my bloody arse, Remus Lupin?!”

“Because,” he says, the word coming out muffled and you hastily remove your finger. “It was a good way to keep your attention. Plus, I like when you’re angry. It’s cute.”

You scowl without thinking and his smile impossibly widens.

“See?”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” you say dryly, pulling him in by the collar to give him a short, searing kiss. “Oh, and I guess I love you too.”

“So, no broken noses in my future?” Remus asks hopefully, softly sliding his nose against yours.

“No promises.”

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Karma

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Summary: You can't deny that sometimes it's nice to see those who wronged you get what they deserved. And that's exactly what happened. You and Flash had a history. A destructive and unhealthy history. It's been a few months since you and Flash broke it off, and you can't help but laugh at his demise. Peter Parker, your best friend, is there to laugh with you every step of the way.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Warnings: mentions of an unhealthy relationship

Peter Parker x-reader

"What'd you get for question five?" Peter asked, leaning against the desk. I looked down at the page in our History workbook. "1889," I answered, reading the response I bubbled in. Peter nodded and circled the question. "I thought you were smart," I commented.

Peter glanced away from his paper. He looked at me with raised brows at my remark. "I am smart. Just not History smart," Peter tapped the side of his head with his pencil, a smile appearing on his face (GIF Above). When I brought my focus away from him, I noticed a few girls glancing my way.

I heard my name and Flash's name come up a few times. Peter lightly hit my leg with his knee. "You'd think Flash would be a little more mature and stop saying shit," Peter said. I shrugged my shoulders, glancing at the group of girls then at my book. "At least some people know he's a shitty person," I said.

You're talking shit for the hell of it Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant You're terrified to look down 'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare Of everyone you burned just to get there It's coming back around

"You'd be surprised at how many people he's pissed off. I wouldn't be shocked if all of them ganged up on him," I said. Peter chuckled softly. He lifted up the side of his workbook, scanning over the rest of the questions. Peter huffed and grabbed his pencil.

My best friend played with the eraser on his pencil. He picked at the shreds, dropping them on the table. "You want me to say something to them?" Peter asked. I shook my head with my eyes still on my book. "No. That'll just make things worse," I said. Peter let out another heavy sigh. I could tell he was beginning to get tired of the glances.

He went to get up from the chair, but I grabbed his wrist. "You may be Spider-Man, but I can sure as hell try and stop you from making things worse," I whispered. Peter's eyes darted from the far table and then to us. He slowly sat down, my hand still wrapped around his wrist. I let go when he joined me at the table.

"How do you even deal with that?" Peter asked. "I've learned to accept it," I said, "All I care about is that I don't spread rumors like he does. As the wonderful Taylor Swift says, I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean." Peter playfully rolled his eyes at my comment.

Reluctantly, he went back to his homework. We had about thirty minutes and then we were free to go home. The two of us planned to stop by the skatepark and head to Peter's house for the rest of the night. He rented our favorite movies for the weekend even though we'd watched the films multiple times.

A few minutes passed and we finished the school day. I stood up, setting my backpack on the chair. I dropped my laptop and textbook into the front pocket. "I've got a couple snacks that Aunt May got," Peter said, "Hopefully, Ben didn't eat all of them." I laughed.

Peter set his skateboard into the extra strap attached to the pocket. I did the same, ensuring that my board wouldn't slip out. Typically, we'd head over to the skatepark after school. "Did you actually label the snacks this time?" I put my bag on. Peter nodded in response.

"Yes, I have, actually," he said, "I swear, he only eats the food that's not his. Like that one time we had Chinese food, he ate all of my orange chicken after I wrote my name on it in all caps."

I chuckled at how he was waving his hands around. He pushed the library door open, letting me out first. I thanked Peter and walked beside him. "I don't blame him. Connie's Chinese is pretty good," I said. Peter nodded in agreement. Ben was infamous for eating everyone's leftovers.

Although, he hadn't eaten mine yet, which I was relieved of. As Peter and I walked outside, we saw Flash sitting on a picnic bench. Those two girls from earlier were talking to him. Peter nudged me, connecting his hand with mine. I couldn't help but notice that the two girls were pissed off at Flash.

Peter must've noticed the argument, too. He led us over to a picnic table. "What do you think they're arguing about?" Peter thought. I shrugged, having no idea, but it must be good. One of the girls, I think her name's Sandy, stepped to Flash with a look of hatred painted on her face.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you, it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that

The other girl, Becca, grabbed Sandy's hand to pull her friend back. Sandy's hand flew and slapped Flash. Students all turned to the commotion. Flash sat there stunned, not expecting anything, just like the rest of us. "What the hell?" Flash said. Sandy stood there with her head held up high.

Becca continued to stand behind Sandy, keeping a good grip on her best friend. I watched the scene play out and debated on jumping in. Peter looked at me and then at the small fight. "Y/N/N," he said, "C'mon." He stood up from the bench, extending a hand.

I could tell he was doing everything in his power not to laugh. I set my hand into his. Once we were away from the school, both of us burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, my god. I would pay money to punch him like that," Peter set his skateboard onto the sidewalk. I nodded. "Is it bad that I feel bad for laughing?" I said, fixing the strap of my backpack.

Peter thought to himself as he stuffed his jacket into his backpack. The two of us began riding our boards. "I mean, since you feel bad, it means you're not entirely an alien," Peter said. "How'd you know I was an alien?" I responded, going along with his joke. He tapped his chin and pushed himself slightly.

Spider-boy, king of thieves Weave your little webs of opacity My pennies made your crown Trick me once, trick me twice Don't you know that cash ain't the only price? It's coming back around

"Do I need to list every weird little detail about you?" Peter said. "No," I shook my head, earning a smirk from him. "I'm going to start anyways," he sighed. Peter did a little trick midair before grabbing onto a street light. He spun around, his feet still on the skateboard. "One, you like Taylor Swift," Peter said.

He stepped off his board, picking it up and resting it on his hip. I got held my board. "How does that make me an alien?" I questioned. "Because all you Swifties worship her like she's your leader or something," Peter gestured to the sky, doing a little bowing motion.

Peter winked at me, dropping his board back onto the ground. "But you have to admit, it's gotta feel nice to see Flash get tossed around like that," Peter said. "He wasn't tossed around. Sandy just slapped him, that's all," I answered. Peter pulled out his phone.

He rested against a metal gate, moving his board around with his foot. I joined his side and pressed my shoulder against his. Peter went to his messages, going to a text thread with Gwen. Our lab partner had sent him a video of the whole fiasco.

Sandy and a few other girls were ripping Flash part. Not literally, although that would be interesting to see. My mouth fell open as Flash stormed away with his face beet red.

Peter smirked and dropped his phone into the pocket of his jacket. "When did you get that?" I asked. We talked for a little more until we ended up at our favorite skate park.

"Hey, Shelly," I greeted, setting my backpack on the bench. She looked up from her sketchbook and waved. Shelly was usually at the park when we got there. Her younger brother was part of a skateboarding club at his elementary school, and she had to be there to supervise. "How's Max doing today?" Peter asked.

Shelly responded with a 'good' and went back to drawing. She wasn't much of a talker. Sometimes she'd have full-on conversations, but we never really wanted to force her to talk. Peter and I skated for a bit before taking a snack break.

He laid beside me as we looked up at the setting sky. Peter handed me a bag of chips. "This is a weird question," he said. He looked at me and then back to the sky. "Shoot," I waved for him to ask away. "Do you ever think that maybe during your whole relationship with Flash, you learned a few things?" he questioned.

I furrowed my brows at his question. Peter sat up from his spot, propping himself up with his hands. "What I mean is, do you think you learned his tactics," Peter elaborated, "Like, how you knew when he was lying or trying to manipulate you somehow."

'Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice, karma is a queen Karma takes all my friends to the summit Karma is the guy on the screen Coming straight home to me

Honestly, I hadn't really thought about it. Flash had always used my friendship with Peter as a bad thing. Thankfully, I was smarter than Flash. "Yeah," I sighed. My best friend set his hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I don't mean to quote Ms. Taylor Swift again, but..." I trailed.

Peter shook his head, trying to tell me to stop. I opened my mouth but he covered it before I could speak. "No. Just no," Peter shook his head once more. He took his hand off my face, holding up a finger to prevent me from speaking. "Look, I love you, but not enough to hear another quote by TayTay," Peter said.

I laughed and put my arms up in defense. He thanked me, going back to eating his favorite chips. We watched some kids fly up into the air and back down. "You wanna head to my house? I'm ready to get that movie marathon started," Peter started putting the snacks away.

I nodded and followed his lead. The rest of the night was filled with movies and discovering Ben already ate most of the snacks.

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