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ptergwen · 2 years
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starks daughter reader x peter parker, making out? like the avengers ask jarvis to show what’s happening in her room and they see what’s happening?
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w/c: 719
warnings: 18+, explicit language, implied smut
a/n: i made one little change so it’s friday instead of jarvis but everything else is the same so i hope you don’t mind and that you enjoy! also don’t forget to join my new taglist y’all mwah
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“y/n…”
you’re kissing down peter’s neck, lips leaving goosebumps on his skin. he’s practically writhing underneath you, and you’ve hardly even done anything.
yet.
“y/n, baby.”
you grip the collar of peter’s shirt in both hands and bring your lips to the shell of his ear.
“yes, peter?”
“c’mon, we can’t. we’re… we’re gonna be late for dinner.”
“wouldn’t you rather eat me instead?”
your teeth sink into peter’s earlobe, a hand traveling down to the bottom of his shirt. peter throws his head back and closes his eyes, trying to resist you, but he can’t. you’re his weakness.
“fuck, y/n/n. don’t do this to me.”
“what, is there something else you want me to do to you?”
you start to pull peter’s shirt over his head, but he grabs both your hands in one of his.
“we’ve gotta go join the others. you know how important team dinners are to your dad.”
“and you know how much i despise them.”
“yeah, but i don’t understand why. i think they’re a sweet idea.”
“i think they suck.”
“how come?”
“steve makes the blandest food, thor has literally zero table manners, and everyone’s always asking me questions. way too many questions.”
“you mean trying to get to know you?”
“it’s the fucking worst.”
peter chuckles and pulls you in by your waist.
“you really are a stark.”
“am i? because the leader of the pack came up with this whole team dinner thing.”
“your dad just wants everyone to spend more time together.”
“well, i just wanna spend time with you.”
you peck peter’s lips. peter smiles and secures his arms around your waist.
“at least wanda’s cooking tonight. means the food will actually have some flavor.”
“yippee.”
peter lets out a breath.
“i’d be more than happy to eat you for dessert, but dinner first, okay?”
“or i could be your appetizer.”
your lips attack peter’s before he can respond. despite himself, he gives in this time, kissing back with just as much fervor.
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“what’s taking them so long? the chicken paprikash is almost done.”
“looks delish, wanda. i’ve never had sokovian food before.”
“oh, thank you, scott. you’ll love it.”
“sure, sure. i bet i will. i just, y’know… it won’t be spicy, will it?”
sam elbows bucky’s arm.
“dude thinks paprika is spicy.”
“and i thought i was bad.”
scott frowns.
“what? it’s a spice, isn’t it?”
tony enters the dining room with a grin, rubbing his hands together.
“hey, gang. smells good in here, little red.”
“thanks, tony. i’m just about ready to serve it. we’re waiting on the kids.”
“oh? they’re still not down yet?”
“nope,” bruce sighs. “i saw them sneaking up to y/n’s room earlier,” natasha smirks. “dang, you didn’t have to rat them out,” sam remarks.
“like you wouldn’t do the same.”
“fair.”
“stop teasing, you two,” steve chastises. “no, no. this is true. i passed little stark and the spiderling on the stairs,” thor says.
tony glares at thor.
“so you all knew they were canoodling, and no one thought to tell me?”
“uh oh, drama,” scott whispers to wanda. “canoodling?” natasha snorts.
steve shoots them both looks.
“i’m sure they’re on their way down, tony.”
“yeah? let’s find out.”
tony double taps his glasses. his artificial intelligence comes to life.
“friday, show me y/n.”
“on it, boss.”
friday taps into her system that’s installed in your room and broadcasts the feed to tony’s glasses. he immediately regrets asking her to do so when he sees what you’re up to. yours and peter’s tongues are quite literally down each other’s throats, and peter is trying to take your bra off, but struggling to unhook it.
tony rips off his glasses and tosses them onto the dining room table. he shudders, shaking his head to rid his mind of the image. natasha puts on tony’s glasses to see for herself.
“yup. they’re canoodling, alright.”
“for real? this i’ve gotta see.”
“wait your turn, wilson.”
tony snatches his glasses back from natasha.
“absolutely not. no one will be taking turns watching my daughter and parker swap spit. have some class, will you?”
“yeah, have some class!” thor chimes in through a mouthful of bread wanda had put on the table.
wanda joins everyone with a serving plate of food.
“chicken paprikash, anyone?”
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stevenssacrab · 3 months
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Chicken Noodle Soup
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Summary: When you're feeling under the weather, Peter saves the day with some classic chicken noodle soup
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Reader is sick
Word Count: 0.7k
a/n: I'm feeling a little sick thus, this baby was born, wish I had a Peter to take care of me.
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You felt like shit and probably looked like it, this sickness was kicking your ass, and no amount of medication helped; you just had to let it run its course; you've been tossing and turning in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering your body but you felt like you were freezing to death, your nose red and raw from the constant sneezing and blowing, you lost track of how much aspirins you'd taken for the killer headache you had since you first started getting sick, with the constant pounding everything seemed way too bright, currently sucking on some halls, to soothe the irritation in your throat, your cheeks hollow, you haven't had the energy to eat much, you've lost a few pounds, and it showed in your face.
"Add chicken and let simmer for 10 minutes," Peter repeated to himself; following May's instructions, Peter grabbed the cutting board and rinsed, placing it on the drying rack, opening the cabinet, grabbed a medium-sized bowl, and carefully poured it into the bowl, taste testing it making sure it was perfect. He delicately held the bowl and placed it onto the tray, accompanied by a glass of orange juice and some saltine crackers. He cautiously walked to your bedroom; you were sleeping, your face contorted in discomfort; even in sleep, you couldn't find peace; he quietly placed the tray on your nightstand.
"Y/N, wake up; it's time to eat," Peter whispered and gently shook you awake; you groaned softly and opened your eyes, landing on Peter's sweet face; you smiled lightly; it didn't matter how you felt you were always happy to see Peter, your eyes shifted to the tray and your smile broadened, Peter never failed to impressive you, he had always been so thoughtful and caring, you hadn't asked him to make food in the first place, he came up with it all on his own, it's how you knew his heart is in the right place, you'd kiss him right now if it weren't for your current state.
"What's this?" you asked, smiling brightly at him. You reached for the tray, but Peter beat you to it, lightly placing the tray on your lap, "You made this?" you croaked out; this cold hasn't been easy on your voice and throat.
"I made it for you," Peter smiled bashfully, lifting a spoonful to your mouth; you accepted it happily and groaned loudly. Peter's eyes widened, fearing the worst, but you snatched the spoon out of Peter's hand and spooned more soup into your mouth; groaning again, Peter let out a hardy laugh, watching as you practically inhaled the soup.
"Here, drink some juice," he smiled brightly, handing you the glass; you eagerly grabbed the glass, almost drinking the whole thing in one go. You had no idea you were this hungry, but you felt this soup warm up your soul. It was so good.
"Ahh, man, that's good," you sighed happily, "great job, Pete, it's perfect," you beamed and then returned to inhaling the soup.
"I also brought some medication to help you, some DayQuil and NyQuil, and some Pedialyte," Peter said, pulling a ray of medications out of the little care package he made for you, " I want you to rest. I don't want you to do anything; I'll be here if you need anything, okay?" Peter questioned; you nodded your head.
"When did you make this?" You quizzed, dipping a saltine cracker into the soup; Peter grinned.
"I made it at home with May and heated it up when I got here," he said matter of factly.
'Is all this from scratch?'
"Yes, it's from scratch, down to the noodles," he beamed.
"I had no idea you could cook so well," you say, impressed further. Peter laughs in shock, "Oh no, thank May, she basically made the whole thing; I just added the chicken when I got here and heated it up," Peter says, slightly embarrassed, rubbing his neck sheepishly; you laugh lightly.
"It's okay, Peter. I still love it, and thank Aunt May," you smiled. Peter leaned into your touch, caressing the hand holding him, and kissed the inside of your palm; you smiled bashfully; you grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the broth, licking your lips, satisfied with your meal.
“Thank you, Pete, it was delicious,” you kissed his forehead; Peter grinned and held your hand.
“Okay, get some rest, baby,” he utters, lifting the tray from your lap and exiting the room; getting one last look in, you shift comfortably in your bed, sighing happily, already feeling ten times better.
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borhapparker · 1 year
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since your requests are opened... maybe peter parker having a polaroid camera (or a disposable camera) and constantly taking pictures of you both together and some of just you and then compiling it all for you for an occasion or after a fight 🥺🥺🥺 and iDK IT MAKES YOU FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN
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Peter had always loved photography. It had been a passion passed down from his father, then uncle, and now he held the camera in his hands, having captured memories over decades. He never had a reason to use it other than to fool around while on patrol, until he met you.
You were a work of art to him, something to admire, something to photograph occasionally. He had asked you out after you partnered with him for a photography assignment, a candid of you laughing caught by Peter with a note under that said "Will you be mine?"
Cheesy, you will admit, but you loved it. That was one of the things you loved about Peter, along with his photography skills, it was like having the ultimate significant other. He could capture your good side and compliment it, but also your 'bad side' (as you put it), and still be called beautiful because in his eyes you were.
There was never a time, whether you were on a date with Peter, in class or just studying at your apartment, he always had his camera with him. He never let you see the film or answered your question as to what he was photographing. He always just smiled and shrugged.
Sometimes you thought he was married to the camera, taking it everywhere with him, even if it was just a quick trip to the grocery store. And when it broke that one time he took it on patrol, you made sure to get him a replacement the very next day.
Both of you were calm together, loving and never getting into arguments. But when there was an occasional argument, it was important, and something the two of you had to address.
"Here's the thing, Peter, you can't just schedule a date with me and bail on me last minute. Yes, you may be a superhero, but you still have your life outside the suit."
"Look, babe, I swear it wasn't on purpose. I wasn't even going to bring the suit with me until my senses kicked in." he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "I wanted to go out with you, I swear, time just got away from me."
"That's not the first time you've used that excuse. Peter, I'm getting sick of this. How are we going to make this work if I'm always going to be second in your life?"
"You are always first on my list, I promise. This is the last time, I promise it won't happen again. We can go again tomorrow, re-do our date, and go out together."
"I don't want a do-over, I wanted the date today. I'm done waiting, Peter. I need someone who wants to be with me no matter the circumstance. How can I be sure that's you?"
"Let me make it up to you, please. Baby, give me another chance."
Walking out of the apartment, your eyes burned, tears pooling and blurring your vision. Wiping away the stray ones, you headed on the bus, taking the route straight home, wanting nothing but to be alone.
Your keychain clinked with the pressure you placed on turning the key as you walked into your apartment, breathing in the comfort of your own home. Locking the door behind you, you made your way to your room, as you opened the door and gasped.
On your bed, and the floor, were countless polaroids, all spread out. Each of them is a different picture of you, some candids and some from a photoshoot, and others of you and Peter together. Tears brimmed your eyes as you picked one up and examined it, recognizing the date immediately before turning the polaroid to verify the date scribbled behind in your handwriting. March 15, 2016
It had been your first date with Peter, one you had actually asked him on as you didn't want to wait anymore for the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with the loving nerd in school. You were surprised when he said yes, and even more so when he still showed up at the diner, hair messy and panting like crazy, but he was there.
Picking up another polaroid, you noticed the handwriting on each of the polaroids, your pet names decorated the front trim of the picture. You had fallen for him because of his love of people and photography. He always told you never to look at the film and pocketed it before you were able to see it.
Yet, even with the argument you had with Peter earlier, nothing could stop you from forgiving him in a heartbeat, and maybe even falling for him just a little more.
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im-sleepdeprived · 2 years
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unexpected turns
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wc: 6.5k
pairing: peter parker x reader
a/n: another one i’ve had written for a while so don’t be scared to send in requests!!
warnings: cursing, asshole!peter, enemies??to?lovers?????, mentions of sexual assault/harassment (my dm's are always open i promise <3)
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you were a perfectionist. sure, some people might've seen it as a flaw, but some might say it was an honorable trait of yours. it's why you were so good in what you did, your notes taken in school were always the neatest, and your posture was always the straightest in ballet class. it was basically the reason for all your success.
which is why it bothered you especially when some messy, teenage boy swooped in and got everything right. he got all the good grades, amazing internships, and friends who actually cared.
you were in math class when your quizzes from last week were getting passed out. "okay, everyone," your teacher started, "honestly i expected better from everyone considering we spent extra time going over this lesson, and the question were reviewed countless times just in class. let alone if you actually studied." she sighed.
you rolled your eyes. every single teacher gave the same speech whether the grades were good or not. but you weren't worried you knew you had this quiz aced, you'd stayed up all night studying.
"but there was one grade i was actually proud of," she started off again. you straightened in your seat, ready for your name to be called out. but she turned, "peter, great job. highest mark out of all my classes." peter just smiled politely in his seat. that was before he turned to you with a cocky look on his face. oh, how bad you just wanted to smack it right off.
you were shocked. okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe you were just a few points below him and you could handle that. you could handle his endless teasing because you had more important things going on.
your teacher started around the classroom, sharing something with each student whose desk she laid a paper upon. and when she came to you, you could already tell by the look on her face that this was not good.
"y/n, i expected better from you," she told you, handing you your paper and giving you a disappointed look.
it took you a second to catch your breath when you looked at the paper. sixty-five. you couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten a sixty-five on a test. hell, you'd never gotten a sixty-five on anything.
the shock must've shown on your face pretty clearly cause your friend in the seat beside you took one look at you and asked, "hey, you okay?"
even peter saw how your face paled and got a worried look. not that he even cared, or you even noticed.
it didn't help that your friend (who you knew was too busy out partying to get any studying done) had gotten a higher mark than you. they just shrugged saying, "honestly it doesn't even matter. maybe this lesson just wasn't your strong point. plus it is just one quiz."
sure, just one quiz today. but what about tomorrow's test in biology. or next week's project in chemistry. maybe you had done your best and it was only downhill from here. maybe you just weren't as smart as everyone made you out to be, as you made yourself out to be. maybe, one of the only things you thought you were actually good at, you just weren't.
your breathing started getting heavier and quicker. so as soon as the bell rang you rushed up to your teacher's desk, holding your graded paper in hand. "hey excuse me, ma'am, i was just wondering is there any way that this is the wrong paper?"
she gave you a weird look, "miss y/l/n, that is definitely your paper. i can always tell when students don't study and show up expecting to know everything but i didn't think id ever see it from you."
"wait you don't understand, i did study. that's all i did for, like, two nights straight and i'm not even free enough to have that much time for studying in my agenda. but i still did it."
she shrugged, "i don't know what to tell you, it's your grade. i mean i can always ask one of the other kids to tutor you, how about peter-," you faked a smile, "y'know what, i'm good."
you'd sell your soul before you agreed to have parker tutor you. and with that, you left the classroom keeping your head down but as soon as you turned, you were blocked by a tall body.
"hey, y'know, i would just love to tutor you," an all too familiar voice said to you. you didn't have time for this. "leave me alone parker, i don't have time for this," you muttered but even you could tell you sounded a little choked.
"hey what's wrong?" he asked, but you missed the hint of genuine concern in his voice because, well, why the hell would peter fucking parker be concerned for you.
you didn't bother answering, not really wanting to deal with the endless teasing. you weren't up for it at the moment. so you ran to the only place even peter couldn't follow you, the girls' bathroom.
you ran in and rushed into the nearest open stall, slamming it shut and locking it behind you. you just needed to breathe. just breathe. it's not that big a deal, at least that's what you kept trying to tell yourself. you weren't lying when you had said that you didn't really have time to study (yet that didn't mean you didn't make time) because these past few days you'd been practicing like a maniac.
your ballet class had been chosen to audition for a ballet recital taking place at a huge theater in the city. it was your goal to get the 'soloist' role and if one math quiz was the price to pay for it, then so be it.
you calmed yourself down using different breathing exercises and telling yourself that you just needed to hang on till the end of the day and then, dance. it was the only thing that calmed you down, no exception. and, honestly, that was exactly what you needed at the moment.
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taking too long for your liking, the school day finally finished. but not without some troubles, simple ones but troubles nonetheless. you had been assigned a 6,000-word-essay that was due in 3 days (which you and your friends thought was absurd considering your class had just finished a long book essay), your parents had notified you that neither of them could pick you up after school so you had to take the subway to dance class, and parker wouldn't stop bugging you.
sure you expected some teasing on his part about you freaking out over a bad grade, especially since he was the one who got the highest grade out of everyone in that class. but he was constantly on you, it was kinda freaking you out if you were being honest.
you were holding your books, pushing open the school doors ready to leave when you were blocked by someone. you weren't exactly expecting for your path to be blocked, and with the rush of all the other students around you, you fell on top of the mystery person.
they caught you easily, holding you tight making sure you wouldn't fall but you were still embarrassed. you pulled back ready to spew out a dozen apologies until you saw who it was. parker.
the boy held his hands up, a grin playing at his lips, "woah, falling for me already?"
you scoffed and pushed past his to continue walking. you were not going to be late to dance just cause you were too busy bickering with peter. but, to your dismay, he kept following you.
"look, i don't have the time for this peter. leave me alone i'm gonna be late," you said seriously. the day was bad enough and you just needed to blow off some steam the only way you knew how.
"oh yeah? what's got you in a rush," he sounded intrigued. so you decided to toy with him, "a date." you paused and turned to face him, smiling widely. you tried your best to mimic the face that of a love-struck-teenage-girl like from all the films you love watching so much.
and apparently, it worked well. peter looked shocked, making you laugh, "what? think you were the only guy worth my time parker?"
his hand reached up to the back of his neck and the look on his face changed a little, almost looking more guarded. "uh, whatever. just remembered i gotta got," and just a soon as he appeared, he was gone, ready to blow off steam the only way he knew how. swinging around town. unbeknownst to you of course.
you rolled your eyes and turned back towards the path you were walking down before you were interrupted. why did he look so shocked? was it really that unbelievable that someone would want to go out with you? you didn't care though, it's not like anyone had caught your eye at the moment. you had so much to do, schoolwork, dance work, social work, and, soon, college-applying work. so even if you wanted to, you didn't really have time for dating on your agenda.
was it the truth, though, when you said no one had caught your eye? you couldn't help the tingly feeling in your gut when he stared a bit too long after a snarky comment, or-
you cut off your own thoughts, rolling your eyes at how ridiculous you sounded. if only peter could see your thoughts now. he would never shut up.
you didn't always despise the boy, in fact, the quite opposite. you had always rather admired him throughout middle school and the beginning of high. he was always quiet and well-reserved. he was smart and sweet and funny, up until he started bashing you for absolutely no reason. he started talking out when you were called on in class or giving a presentation. trying to say anything to prove your point wrong.
of course, his sweet side was still there. just not with you. you'd seen him with his friends, the way he'd throw his head back laughing, eyes crinkling at the edges. how he'd make funny faces or dramatic hand motions when he would be sharing a story with his best friend, ned leeds.
you couldn't help but wonder, why did he hate you so much? before he'd started being mean you'd been nothing but nice to him. so you couldn't think of any time you'd gotten on his bad side.
your thoughts were soon pulled to a stop as you stepped out of the subway, turned the corner, and came face-to-face with your favorite building in the city. your dance studio.
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class was over before you knew it but you didn't really mind. you couldn't really focus today, none of the other girls either. you were all too excited, too anxious, basically on the balls of your feet. everyone was dying to know who had gotten what role.
after you'd all finished rehearsal, you'd gathered in the locker getting your things ready to go home for the day. there was a buzz in the air around you, all of you anticipating the moment madam alarie would come in to grace you all with the news.
this could be life-changing and you all knew it, there would be so many new faces to flaunt your talents towards. and there would most definitely be scouts and getting noticed by someone could just be the only thing you needed to get into a huge ballet school and make a name for yourself in the dance industry.
and soon enough ms. alarie walked in, hands behind her back, smirk playing on her lips, "alright girls, i know this is the moment you've all been waiting for so i'm not going to torture you any longer." she brought out her hands holding a slip of paper. your breath caught in your throat.
she walked up to the pinboard as you all gathered around her. she turned around and laughed, "take a look girls, congratulations." she smiled, which was rare. as soon as she even took a step out of the way, you all rushed up eager to see the results.
you heard girls beginning to squeal once they saw their names and you grinned even harder. that was, until you saw where your name was placed.
backup dancer 3?
how? when? you had not expected this. at all.
the other girls around were all jumping up and down and bragging about what they'd gotten while you just stood there.
soon the locker room began to clear out and it was just you and a few girls left, but even in this shock, you knew you had to get home before it got too dark. you still had to walk so you had to hurry.
you didn't bother changing into regular clothes, just throwing a large zip-up hoodie on top of your dance clothes, grabbing your duffel bag, and leaving. you were in shock, how could this happen?
you were a failure now. you weren't good at anything, not school, not dance. what else did you have? when you didn't have friends or school, you'd always had your dancing. it kept you stable if you were being honest, and seeing you being put down like that? it didn't help the insecure thoughts you'd had about you never actually being good in the first place.
you were so lost in thought that you didn't notice how dark it was getting. or the two figures poking out of an alleyway as you got closer. you did notice, however, when your arm got yanked pretty hard, pulling you into the alley.
your back hit the cold brick wall hard as one of them pushed you into it. "well looky what we have here," he smirked looking at his friend, who was holding you against the wall, his face a little too close to yours.
he stroked his finger across your face, tracing some invisible path. you thrashed and squirmed under his grip trying to get loose but he was just too big for you. he chuckled, "quite a pretty doll, aren't ya hun?"
you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, freaking out would get you nowhere at this moment. you were still shaking, though, when you said, "look i don't have any money on me right now," your voice was steady despite every other body part of yours trembling, "can't you just let me go." there it was, your voice broke at the end of that sentence, showing them just how scared you were.
they both just chuckled when one of them decided to reply, "look at her, she actually thinks we'll let her go." they both laughed some more. "nah hun, you won't be payin' us in money tonight," they shared a look that sent a chill throughout your whole body.
"the only ones who are gonna be payin' are your moms when they try to bail you out of jail," replied a strange voice before you saw a familiar red and blue suit land in front of you. you almost fainted with relief once you saw the friendly neighborhood spider who had shown up in queens about two months ago.
he punched both guys hard in the face, knocking them out, before pushing them up to the wall and webbing them till all you could see was white. as if they were cocooned.
"honestly, guys" he sighed, still having not turned in your direction yet, "this is like what? the third time this week? i don't even think bail is an option at this point. its probably just straight up prison-"
he stopped his little rant when he noticed you wide-eyed against the wall. "hey," he reached a hand out to comfort you but you flinched. he could've sworn he heard his heart crack.
"hey," he repeated, softer and gentler this time, "what are you doing out so late?" of course he already knew why. or he thought he did after what you'd already told him at school. which is why your answer now surprised him
"dance practice," you muttered, so low that if it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard. he was shocked, to say the least. "so it wasn't a date" he mumbled, his spirits suddenly uplifted. however, you were too shaky to have heard that (which he was the most grateful for). the thought of what had just happened (what could've happened) kept running through your mind.
you had a strange feeling that something was missing and that's when you realized your bag was still on the floor. those douches had thrown it to the side when they had you up against the wall. when they almost-
no.
no.
you weren't going to think about that. so with shaky hands, you bent over to grab it unaware of spider-man watching your every action. once you were steady on your feet again, you looked towards the superhero, a little confused by his expression. 
he reached for your duffel bag, an expectant look on his...mask? you handed it to him anyway, your hands trembling as they met his. he caught that and decided you needed a distraction. so he went off about different things that had happened to him that day, and while you weren't really able to focus, you were grateful that he cared enough to try. people always said he was chatty and witty but actually seeing it was different. almost reminding you of someone, but being so shaken up, you didn't really try to remember who.
you were a little embarrassed. you meet this superhero who's always on the news for all the good things he's been doing all around new york, and here you were, scared out of your wits. he had taken both guys down with no trouble at all, yet you struggled to even walk home at this point.
"- and in the end, she gave me churro, which had me all like 'aw you didn't have to do that, i do this cause i enjoy it, not for presents' but she insisted and BOY, am i glad she did. that was the best churro I've ever had and," he stopped when you stopped walking and stood in front of the entrance to your apartment building.
"well, we're here," you gave him a small smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. he scratched the back of his neck, "oh, well have a good day?" he told you but it came out more like a question. you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was, he saved you from those guys who had god knows what planned for you and here he was acting as though he'd just walked you home from a coffee shop, all chill but nervous at the same time.
you laughed but it was a little forced, your mind was still all over the place. his fingers played with the material of his suit as he cleared his throat, "so, uh, listen. i know these things aren't easy to forget, just know it wasn't, and never will be, your fault." those words comforted you and you felt yourself relax a little.
he continued, "and if you ever need someone to talk to anything about, without the worry of any kind of judgment, i'll be around where I'm needed." his mask shifted into what you thought was a smile, and one of his white pupils twitched, which was probably the closest he could get to a wink in that mask.
you laughed and this time it wasn't so forced, more naturally. it warmed peter's heart to hear that laugh and he almost said so until he realized how creepy it would've sounded. for all you were concerned, you had just met and this was not peter parker, the guys who always loved to torment and tease you with all his might. no, he was just the friendly neighborhood spider-man who was always this nice and chatty with civilians. right?
"well thank you again, mr. spider. and, i might just take you up on that offer. plus i wouldn't mind grabbing you a churro when we talk," were you stupid for asking out spider-man? yes. but you didn't really mean it as a date, more like a therapy session with snacks.
he was grinning ear-to-ear, but you couldn't really tell, "really? well now i'll be sure to show up."
you gave him a small smile, hand on the door to your apartment complex, "well bye spider-boy." he shot a web and scoffed, "it's spider-man," before he just flew from right in front of you.
you pushed open the lobby doors before heading to the elevator. tomorrow was gonna be interesting.
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school was pretty normal the next day and you were doing good at acting like everything was fine. and everything was fine. other than the fact that you were assaulted and basically made friends with queen's friendly neighborhood spider-man. but you were thankfully for him, pretty sure that if he hadn't been as friendly as he'd been, you probably wouldn't be as stable as you were now.
sure everything was normal, everything but peter. he kept giving you these looks that made you squirm. they weren't glares or snide or anything like that, no not that. but maybe you should consider this your new normal, after all, they were the same looks he was giving you yesterday. maybe this was his new way of getting to you. god, this boy was going to be the death of you.
the bell signaling 7th period, your final class of the day, was over rang and you let out a quiet sigh. finally. at this point, you just wanted to go home binge your comfort show.
you put up all your textbooks in your locker and slammed it shut. you started heading towards the exit doors, just another student stuck in the bustle of the halls at midtown high.
until you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, not really sure what to expect but you sure as hell weren't expecting peter parker to be standing there with a soft smile on his face.
"hey," he said almost kindly and the shock and confusion must have shown on your face because he let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck, "well no need to look at me like that."
you looked him up and down, “what do you want?” but it came out a little harsher than you expected.
he held up both his hands in defense, "just wanted to ask how you were doing. you seemed even more on edge than usual today."
you were definitely taken aback. how was it that peter had noticed, even after you made extra sure to act normal. even after the people you normally hung out with didn't spare you a second glance today.
you suddenly felt very defensive, you weren't about to let parker know about your personal problems when it was already bad enough that he knew about your academic ones.
"well, thank you but i'm fine'" you said cooly, quickly turning away just realizing the hall wasn't as crowded now.
peter scoffed, "well that didn't sound very grateful."
you had made it to the end of the hall now. you pushed open the big door and stopped right there before turning back to him, "excuse me? i didn't force you to come ask me how i am parker. god, if you're gonna guilt-trip me why'd you even bother asking?"
"i'm not even sure myself," he replied rudely. you were fuming now.
he seemed to have just noticed how his tone had come out and his face fell, "look y/n, i didn't mean it like that-,"
you held up a hand, "oh no, i know exactly how you meant it. just leave me be parker, please," you whispered the last part so you weren't even sure if he'd heard you. but he did.
before he could answer, you left quickly making your way across the schoolyard and soon enough walking down the stairs into the subway.
you'd decided to take the subway today because you weren't quite sure if you were ready to walk the streets alone again just yet.
while waiting, your thoughts got the best of you and, because somehow they always do, they ended up on peter.
he wasn't obligated to come check up on you so why did he treat it like a chore. he had chosen to ask. and just the fact that he'd bothered to ask just meant that he thought something was up so what did he expect ?
of course, given your method of transportation, you got home quicker than you usually would've which cut off all your overcomplicated thinking.
your parents weren't home yet so you just went straight to your room. everything was fine, that's was, until you heard a knocking sound on your window.
your whole body went cold. it was like all of a sudden all the blood collectively stopped running through your veins. who the hell would knock on your window ?
then it happened again, just the briefest of taps, before a voice spoke, "i know your in there, i can see your feet from under the curtains."
you let out a breath, it was just spider-man. after all his voice was hard to miss when he had the pitch to it. some sort of cloaking device, you guessed, so no one would recognize him.
you walked over and pushed the curtain to the side. it took everything in you not to grin uncontrollably at the sight. you had queen's hero hanging upside down from your fire escape.
he dropped down and tilted his head to the side as if urging you to open the window. so you did.
"hey," he said while you climbed out your window to sit with him.
"hey," you replied and you weren't really sure how you weren't absolutely losing your shit right now. of course yesterday you knew why you didn't react sooner but now, it was really hitting you that you were talking to SPIDER-MAN. like the dude was basically an avenger.
"whatcha thinking about," he asked so you decided to reply honestly.
"you."
"well can't blame you, i know i'm unbelievably charming," he said while tugging up a fake collar.
you laughed, "humble much? anyways not like that just the fact that i'm talking to a literal superhero."
"don't worry we don't bite," his mask shifted into what you assumed was a cheeky grin.
you let out another laugh, "you sure? cause i know some spiders that do bite and boy, it isn't pretty."
the eyes of his mask squinted, "well," he pointed both his thumbs at his chest, "not this spider."
you smiled softly, "good to know."
"how you doin'?"
"good actually," you looked towards him, "all thanks to you of course."
he kept quiet. as a cool breeze flew past, you closed your eyes, leaned your head back and just let out a sigh.
"y'know," he said quietly, "you should go out. hang out with some friends. it'll make you feel better, i swear. i speak from experience."
you laugh quietly, "yeah? well, i'll be sure to let you know how it is when i actually make friends."
you didn't need to see his face to know he was shocked, "what? what do you mean? you don't have friends?"
the laugh you let out had no humor in it whatsoever, "well i have people to talk to and sit with at school but i wouldn't go as far as to call them friends," you paused for a moment, "yeah I'm pretty sure they only keep me around for the homework answers," you let out another bitter laugh but spider-man didn't seem to find it as funny.
"well no," he exclaimed, his voices slightly rising.
you gave him a face, "what's with you? you asked and i simply answered," you stated.
he shook his head, "i refuse to believe it. surely there's got to be someone you're close with. y'know, someone who you feel comfortable talking too..." he trailed off, "yea, i don't know but there's gotta be someone."
you sat and thought about for a moment, sure you would find nothing, when it hit you. this time you let out an actual laugh, startling the bug next to you.
"what? what is it," he asked, sounding very interested. you only laugh some more shaking your head and waving your hand.
"god," you half speak, half wheeze, out of breath from your fit, "its just there is someone i talk to every day. it's just he's TOTALLY not my friend."
"who," he asked, curious. peter was going through all the viable options in his head but he couldn't, for the life of him, find out who you were talking about. there was someone but...no it couldn't be. right? please oh my god don't say-
"parker," his heart stopped after hearing you say his name.
"what," he let out but it sounded more like a squeak (even weirder considering he has his voice mask on so, truly, it sounded like tires screeching). he cleared his throat trying to steady his voice.
you continued on, not really noticing his shock, "yeah. there's this kid, peter parker. boy, does he make sure he talks to me every day. he's the only one he does," you stop for a second, contemplating your next words, "honestly, you think if someone is on you that much, they care," you scoff.
spider-man was still a mess next to you but you didn't really care, too caught up in this kiddish relationship going on between you and peter.
he finally decides to speak up though, "well, how do you know he doesn't care," he asked even though he knew the answer.
you made a weird noise, something in-between a snort and a laugh, "the kid hates me, the only reason he DOES talk to me is cause he sees me as competition. it's not like he says anything nice when he talks to me either, it's all just mean insults and bragging about how he's smarter than me and better than me at everything."
peter felt bad. he always admired you and you're determination. he always saw you as "too smart" for him so how else to start a conversation with you than to be a total ass.
"i just-" you sighed tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, the new york wind continuously blowing it out of place, "it just sucks that everything he says is true," you mumbled.
the wide-blown face-mask-eyes of his said enough, "there's no way some dick at school has you thinking like this !"
"its true," you exclaim, rushing before he could cut you off, "he literally aces every test while having more tardies than everyone in the whole school combined. that's only his mornings because after school, he's always talking about his stark internship where he spends the rest of his day, and, unless he gets no sleep, he probably doesn't study," you took a breath, "and yet here i am failing my math tests and going nowhere in my ballet career, which can't even be a career if everything keeps going at this rate."
this time, spider-man laughed and for a second you were scared he was going to make fun of you and all your stupid rambling.
instead, he said, "the only correct thing about everything you just said was the 'no sleep' because i can definitely confirm for you that i get NO sleep, at this point, i just drink cups and cups of coffee on end. sure its a little troubling considering how many times i have to go to the bathroom a day but-" fuck. no fucking way. shit. there's no way he actually just said all that out loud. but when he saw your expression, he knew.
"oh. my. god." your eyes were wide because there's was absolutely NO FUCKING WAY. unless there was.
"oh my GOD," you said, louder this time. you stood up so quickly you scared him. "parker, i swear if it's you under that fucking mask-" but he cut you off, also standing up now.
"what? no, i have no idea what you're talking about i swear-" now it was your turn to interrupt him. you reached your hand forward and yanked off his mask.
standing in front of you now was intact peter parker. his face flushed, eyes wide and hair messy, looking as shocked as you felt.
he looked down before mumbling, "you should really be more careful with that, almost tugged my ears off my head."
you scoffed, shocked at the sheer audacity, "i don't give a shit about you and your big ears parker," a look of hurt flashed over his face and you would've laughed if you weren't so mad.
"do you think this is funny or some shit ? is this a prank you and ned are pulling, because wow this is low even for you-"
"NO," he shouted, hands flying up in defense, "no," he repeated but not as loud this time, "i promise none of this was a joke. i actually really like you y/n, believe it or not."
"not," you scoffed.
but he just ignored you, "look i know this was probably really wrong of me and i shouldn't have come here today but i saw you at school, just looking scared and uncomfortable all day. i just knew you wouldn't tell anyone but i already knew even though i didn't, not that you knew anyways because y'know i saved you but as spider-man which you didn't know i was. until now which I'm lucky i got this far cause you're so smart i'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier-"
"peter," you say softly, trying to cut him off of his rambling.
his face turned even redder which you just assumed was from the cold but it was really just him trying not to dwell too hard on the fact that you just called him 'peter' for the first time instead of 'parker'
"um right" he shook his head, his messy hair just getting messier, "like i said before, i know i probably shouldn't have done this but after seeing you like that at school all day you just looked like you needed someone to talk to. knowing how stubborn you are i knew you probably wouldn't tell anyone but there was someone who already knew," he stopped, "me," he said weakly.
you sighed, "you had good intentions, i can't deny that parker. nor can i deny that im stubborn, as much as id like to," you mumbled that last part so low, sure he wouldn't hear it but his laugh proved you otherwise.
"yeah very stubborn, imagine not being able to admit that you're better than me," he laughed but you shook your head, "come on parker, even i can't deny you have a really smart mind. a little slow? yes. but smart nonetheless."
he faked and offended look but laughed it right off, "well thanks y/l/n but even i can't deny that the only reason i was ever such a dick to you was that i thought it was the only way i could get your attention which i realize now was a very stupid decision on my side when honestly i should've just sucked it up and asked you on a date when there might've still been a chance that you would like me."
to say you were shocked would be an understatement, peter parker being mean to you because he had a crush on you. who would've thought it?
your shock must've shown on your face because he piped up, "i don't expect you to say anything, really. i get it i was a bitch i wouldn't blame you for being uncomfortable around me or anything," he flung his arm out, wrist flipping in a motion where you knew he was about to swing off.
almost as if on instinct, your hand reached out to grab him. he stopped, giving you a look almost asking ‘why?’ and you would answer as soon as you found out yourself.
"i actually had a thing for you too," you said, his expression only becoming more confused, "y'know, before you were a total ass of course," a small smile growing on your lips as well as his.
you both stood there just staring at each other. you realized how beautiful his eyes were with the dim reflection of the streetlights below you making their color pop. the tips of his hair glowed paler and the shine of the moon and from the soft look on his face, it was hard to believe that you despised his guts not even twenty minutes ago.
peter was also drinking in your features, noticing things he'd never seen before, never getting the chance to be this close. he loved how the end of your brows we untamed and curly, he loved the tiny minuscule scars on your forehead, something he could only guess were stories from your childhood.
his eyes flicked down then back up at yours so quick you wonder if you imagined it. but you know you didn't because he then asks, "can i, um is it alright if i kiss you?" his eyes wide like a child.
you laugh softly, nodding.
it was a little off at first but you both got the hang of it pretty quick. and boy, if someone had come up to you a few days ago and said that you'd be kissing peter one day, you would've laughed in their face and told them to see a doctor.
you both pulled away slowly to catch your breath. the first one to break the silence was you with a breathless laugh, "wow so that's what was behind all these years of resentment huh ?"
peter laughed, throwing his head like a little kid and you admired that despite being a superhero, he was still young at heart.
"yeah, i guess so."
he was started to lean in again when you pulled back, remembering something, "peter i have to tell you something."
he looked at you, his eyes urging you to go on, "spider-man called you a dick," you let before busting out laughing.
peter groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. your fingers mindlessly came to play with his curls as your laughter died down.
yeah, you could get used to this.
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electrosspidey · 2 years
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𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲
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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: tired and unable to fall asleep, Peter asks you to read to him.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just fluff :)
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.3k
𝗔/𝗡: this is actually a one shot I posted on my wattpad a while ago! I just really liked it so I thought I would post it here too! :)
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𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 and yawned sleepily, smushing his face further into your neck. You tilted your neck slightly to face him and ran a hand through his soft, fluffy brown curls. He hummed at your touch.
" 'M sleepy," Peter mumbled into the crook of your neck.
"Yeah? Wanna go to bed?" you asked quietly. Peter nodding slowly in response. You lightly pushed his head off your shoulder, earning a small whine from him, and closed your book. You took his hand in yours to pull him up.Peter grunted slightly but didn't budge, making you let out a sigh.
"Bub, I can't carry you, I don't have super strength like you," you whispered.
Snuggling more into the couch, Peter looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "Then I'll just sleep on the couch. Don't feeling like moving."
You sighed at his sleepy stubbornness, "You won't be comfy here, Peter."
"Yeah, I will," he mumbled back groggily.
"No, you won't."
"Yes I will," he argued back, his eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head, you caved and helped him get comfy on the couch. You pecked his forehead, letting your kiss linger a bit. You straightened back up and ran your hand through Peter's hair once more before picking up your book and leaving to your room.
Peter had just begun to close his eyes, when he saw you leaving him. Surprised, Peter sat up slightly and called out to you, "Y/N, where are you going?"
"To my room. Just because you don't feel like getting up doesn't mean I do. I will be comfortable, lying on my bed," you informed the sleepy brown haired boy.
Peter groaned loudly, "You really suck." You simply flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back around.
"I'll be in my room," you teased in a sing-song voice. Peter rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped his face into the throw pillow he was using.
Tossing and turning, Peter groaned in irritation and raked his hands harshly through his hair. He just couldn't sleep. All the sleep that had weighed so heavily on his eyes before seemed to fade away as soon as he tried to sleep on the couch. He was extremely frustrated since one: he really wanted to sleep and two: he absolutely hated it when you were right.
Letting out a loud huff, Peter grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him look like a fluffy burrito. He messed up his hair slightly and put on the most pitiful pout he could muster, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist his adorable face. Having a baby face does have its perks.
He padded over to your door and opened it. You were wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, you eyes skimming over the lines of the book you were reading, Pride and Prejudice.
Your eyes flickered up to see a pouty Peter, all wrapped up in a blanket, just begging to be cuddled. A small smirk grew on your face a he trudged over to your bed and face planted.
"You couldn't sleep, could you?" you asked smugly.
Muffled by the bed, Peter grumbled, "Shut up."
He lifted his face up, resting his face on the bed to look up at you. You observed his face, his hair was all messy, his pink lips were stuck out in a cute pout, and his cheeks were slightly pink, since he was slightly embarrassed about being wrong. In other words, he looked positively adorable.
Sighing, you decided to take pity on Peter. You ruffled his hair slightly before patting the space next to you, which Peter happily scrambled up to fill. You rested up against the headboard with Peter laying beside you, his head resting on your thigh. You pulled up your blanket around him and carded your fingers through his curls. With one hand, you picked up your book and opened back to the page you were at to begin reading again. Peter nuzzled his face into your thigh and closed his eyes to let sleep take him away.
A few minutes passed, but Peter was still no where near falling asleep. He opened his eyes again, frustration written all over his face. He let out a small huff, hoping you would notice, but you were too absorbed in your book. He huffed a lit louder and wrapped his arms around the leg he was resting on. He turned his head up slightly to see if you noticed now, but still nothing.
Fine, I'll do it myself, Peter thought.
"Y/N?" he called out softly, poking your leg for extra measure. You hummed, looking down to giving him a small smile.
"What happened, bubba?"
" 'M sleepy, but I still can't sleep," he grumbled into your thigh. You frowned in sympathy. It was quiet for a few moments, before Peter broke the silence.
"Can...can you read to me please?" Peter asked timidly. Peter's face was smushed up against your thigh and his eyes were slightly glassy due to his fatigue. You simply couldn't say no, and it wasn't like you were going to anyway.
"Of course, Pete," you murmured. Peter voiced his thanks, which were slightly slurred since he was so tired.
You cleared you throat quietly and picked off where you stopped reading. It was when Mr. Bingley proposed to Jane. Your soft voice filled the silent room, soothing Peter. He smiled slightly as he heard reading since he knew that this was one of your favorite parts. Although the novel was more focused on Elizabeth, you still admired Jane's quiet and dignified nature, much like yourself, you liked to think.
Peter focused on your soft voice while he drew small hearts into your leg with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt you massaging his scalp and playing with his curly tendrils in one hand. He pulled the blanket slightly over his face, so it was right under his nose. Your quiet but soothing reading, the warmth he felt, both in his heart and his body, and your continuous massage of his head all coaxed Peter into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out and his fingers when limp against your leg. His mouth opened slightly as he let out small snores.
A little while later, you noticed Peter had become quite still. You put your book down to check on him and smiled when you saw him in a peaceful slumber. You closed you book and carefully moved Peter off your leg. You fluffed up his pillow and placed his head there, adjusting the blankets around him. You closed the light and layer down beside him.
The window behind you was opened, making the moonlight reflect on Peter's. If you were being honest, he looked like an angel, more so than usual. A small smile still adorned you face as your finger up to softly trace Peter's features. Your ran your finger over his thin pink lips, thinking about how nice it was to kiss them everyday. You traced the crook in nose, thinking about he had broken it so many times while he was galavanting around as Spider-Man. You ran your finger over his large eye bags.
Prada has nothing on his bags.
You chuckled softly at the thought. You pushed a couple strands of hair out of his face and kissed his hairline softly, so you wouldn't wake him up. You scooted closer to him, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his sleeping frame.
Finally, you closed your eyes, going to sleep smiling, your heart filled with love not only for Peter, but also for soft moments like these.
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!
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tinyyoungblood · 2 years
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peter’s house | peter parker
summary: peter and you listen to harry styles’ new album on a random friday night
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pairing: peter parker x y/n
warnings: none
a/n: i listened to harry’s new album bc a friend of mine is the biggest harry styles fan i know, so it’s kind of my duty as a good citizen. i ended up loving it and now it inspired me to write something short after a decade long break lol the power of harry styles, ladies and gents. enjoy x
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"What are you doing?” 
You looked up to see Peter leaning against the door frame with a dish towel in his hand. He was wearing the white baking apron May had gotten him as a gag gift last Christmas. It had laces and pink bows on the front and red stitching that said dressed to fight crimes in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” You asked and set down your laptop. The corners of your mouth quirked up as Peter crossed the room. His cheeks were pink and there was a slightly wild look to him. White, powdery patches were scatted on his forearms and in his hair. It looked like he had been running his hands through it all night. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he’d been chased by a bag of flour.
“I asked first.” He stopped at your feet and dumped the dish rag on your lap, making you feel like a mere peasant. You gaped at him.
“Were you raised in a barn? It’s still wet!” With a grimace, you tossed the dripping cloth back at him.
Peter caught it easily before it could hit his face and slung it over his shoulder. You picked at your soaked pants, groaning. “What was the point?”
“Of what?”
“Dumping a dish rag on me like I’m junk pile.”
Peter cocked his head innocently like he was contemplating your question. He shrugged. “I wanted to show you some love. You know, be a good boyfriend.”
You glared at him. “Choose another love language, boyfriend.”
Grinning, he bent down to take your hands in his and pulled you forward on the floor. Once there was enough space to sandwich himself between you and the wall, he pulled you back against his chest and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. 
“How about cuddling? That’s a love language. It’s one of my favourites. Right after discussing thermodynamics and hanging upside down from the ceiling together.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Now tell me, really.” Peter’s chin rested on your shoulder as he tried to take a look at your laptop screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m listening to Harry’s new album. It was released an hour ago.” 
“Do you like it?” Peter leaned forward to get a better look. 
“I do,” you said, squealing when Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned forward even more until you were practically stretching you legs. Peter let out a strangled breath and sat back normally after you elbowed him into his ribs. “I can’t really pick a favourite. I like all of them so far.”
“What’s the one playing right now?” You lifted your laptop to show him the name. “Little freak?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I like this one.” 
You hummed. “It’s beautiful.” 
“You’ve seen all of my birthmarks,” said Peter randomly, referring to the lyrics.
“I especially like the one on your left butt cheek,” you said solemnly.
A lopsided grin spread on Peter’s face before his brows pinched together. “I don’t know what butt cheeks you’ve been looking at lately, but my birthmark is one my right cheek.”
“Oh, right.” You cracked a smile. “My bad.”
Three more songs came on and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the soft tunes. Peter slowly swayed your bodies from side to side and you closed your eyes as guitar strings were plucked tenderly.
“I made muffins,” said Peter absently, his head still resting on your shoulder.
“Blueberry?”
“Yeah.”
"How did it go?” 
Peter hesitated. “I’ll be controversial and say I think it went pretty well.”
You suppressed a smile. “How many eggshells fell into the mix?”
“Try not to gasp, but none, actually.” Peter poked your side when you gasped dramatically. “But something else went wrong. The muffins turned out bigger than Mr. Stark’s audacity.”
Your eyes widened. “That’s pretty huge, bug boy. What did you do?”
Peter shrugged. “Don’t know. We could feed the entire neighbourhood for all of winter with those muffins.”
“My friendly neighbourhood hero,” you gushed and Peter’s chest vibrated with laughter.
He stilled. A heartbeat later, Peter leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. A smile tugged at your lips. He kissed your jawline. A second later, the side of your neck. You melted against his chest.
“You are,” Peter murmured and you furrowed your brows.
“What?” You turned your head to glance at him and froze. You knew it sounded gushy, but in that moment, Peter really took your breath away.
Warm light pooled in from the window and made his face glow softly. His lips rested in a lazy smile as if he was endlessly happy and he wasn’t even aware of it—too busy studying your features with a dreamy look on his face. Peter looked incredibly soft.
“Try not to drool,” he teased. His eyes twinkled and there was so much love in them.
“What?” You tried again, but your voice was barely a whisper.
Peter grinned. He lifted his hand and pointed at your laptop. It took you a moment to realise that he meant for you to listen to the lyrics. You listened carefully and not a second later, your heart skipped a beat. Peter hugged you a little closer to him until you could feel his heartbeat against your back.
Baby, you are the love of my life.
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this is so bad, but i’m too tired to care right now. stay hydrated folks x
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shawnxstyles · 2 years
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new writingggg excerpt:
frat!mcu!peter x reader
“then why are you still in my house?” you wit, drying off your hands. without looking, you hear peter’s footsteps getting closer to you in the small kitchen.
“i thought we could test your little theory,” he whispers just over your shoulder and it gives you an odd, unwanted sensation down your spine. you turn your head slightly towards him, so you can see him from the corner of your eye.
“which theory? the one that proves how big of a dick you are?” your chest gets tighter with close proximity, but you still have your wits with you. peter puts his hands on the counter, blocking you from leaving.
you hear him chuckle darkly behind you, which causes you to turn around fully.
“you know what i’m talking about.”
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ebonyheartnet · 3 months
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-Recording begins-
Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.
Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!
Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*
Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.
Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*
Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.
Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*
Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.
Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*
Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!
Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*
Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.
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kurogxrix · 4 months
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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:
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like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁
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piived · 4 months
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I am such a slut for Danny having supernatural strength and being able to kill someone with a single slap because he’s used to fighting ghosts who are built Sturdy (and literally can’t die, that is very helpful in a sparing partner) so he has to learn such meticulous control when he moves to Gotham where he starts regularly getting into scuffles with humans who think he’s an easy target (he looks like he has the sturdiness of a wet newspaper) and the whole time he’s more stressed about not drawing the Bats attention by being too good or accidentally killing someone so he has to walk that fine line of acting like a scrawny loser and dipping out at his first chance without being clocked as a meta.
Danny, laying on the ground and getting kicked repeatedly by a thug: *tries to angle himself so the guy can kick out a knot in his back*
Danny: *deadpan* oh, ow, stop that hurts, oof
Robin, watching from the rooftop and recognizing the dramatics from the Supers: father there is a meta
Batman, also watching and having flashbacks to Clark’s earlier days: *so so tired and already mentally getting the adoption paperwork ready*
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ptergwen · 2 years
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peter parker in glasses owns my heart. can you write something about him in glasses and reader is all over him. (doesn’t have to be smut but can it be a little spicy?)
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w/c: 699
warnings: 18+, a lil angst, explicit language, suggestive, and implied smut
a/n: oh absolutely! i had to use tom as my reference because his peter never wears glasses :/ also not to sound like a broken record but pls join my new taglist besties
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peter’s lips twitch into a frown as he opens up his new glasses case. he picks the glasses up by their bridge and looks them over, debating whether or not to put them on.
he used to need glasses before he got his powers. the spider bite gave him perfect vision, so he stopped wearing them and hasn’t since. now that he’s older, though, his vision isn’t what it once was. he’s been straining his eyes all these years, squinting through the eyes of his spider-man mask and staring at computer screens for college assignments. it’s back to glasses he goes.
he’s not too upset that he has to wear them again. what he’s worried about is what you’ll think.
the thick, black frames peter wore as a kid were dorky and often got him teased. they were all he could afford, and it’s not like he’s rolling in the dough now either. the new pair he purchased is hardly an upgrade.
you didn’t know peter before he was spider-man. the two of you met and began dating in college, well after he got ripped, taller, and lost the glasses. if he starts wearing glasses again, what if you’re not attracted to him anymore? what if you see him as the nerd everyone else did?
there’s a knock at peter’s dorm door. it must be you. you two have a date later. peter inhales, a deep breath, and opens the door.
“hey, pete.”
“hi, baby. come in.”
you set a hand on peter’s cheek and greet him with a quick kiss, smiling. he smiles back and shuts the door behind you. you take a seat on his bed.
“are those your glasses?”
you point to the pair in peter’s hand.
he’d told you he needed them, but he didn’t tell you they were ready. he was hoping to avoid you seeing him in them for as long as he could.
“uh, yeah. i just picked them up.”
“put them on, i wanna see.”
“i dunno, y/n. i don’t know how they look on me. i haven’t tried them yet.”
“well, then now’s a good a time as any. put them on!”
peter’s face scrunches up, mouth opening to protest. you jut out your bottom lip.
“please? for me?”
as much as he wants to, he can’t say no to that.
“okay, but i warned you.”
peter unfolds the glasses by their hinges and slips them on, adjusting them so they’re behind his ears. he pushes them up on his nose by the bridge. he finally meets your eyes from across the room, teeth clenched nervously. you ogle him for a solid amount of time without blinking, mouth hanging open.
“are they that bad?”
peter starts to take his glasses off.
“no, leave them!”
“but i thought you didn’t like them.”
“are you kidding? i love them!”
you get up from peter’s bed and walk back over to him. peter’s features hold shock. your hands come to either side of his face, lips forming a grin.
“they look so good, pete. they really suit you. and they’re actually super sexy, too.”
“you think they’re sexy?”
“uh huh. they make you look all mature. feel like i should call you sir or something.”
“sir is good. but be honest, do you actually like them? because i think they’re kind of embarrassing.”
you leave a kiss on peter’s nose, just under his glasses.
“i like you with or without glasses, peter. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? not with me.”
peter cracks a smile and loops his arms around your middle.
“thank you. that made me feel way better.”
“of course.”
one of your hands moves down peter’s body, two fingers inching their way up to his chest.
“seriously, though. the glasses are turning me on. what time does your roommate get back?”
“not til late, why?”
“because.”
you beckon peter closer. he turns his head so you can whisper in his ear. his brows raise, grip on you tightening.
“oh… oh, shit. but i thought we were going out?”
“not anymore. we’re staying in.”
peter lowers his glasses. you push them back up.
“the glasses stay on when we fuck.”
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spideypool but it's a comedy of errors
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borhapparker · 2 years
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so sorry i missed the sleepover if you aren't taking any requests then please ignore this! but:
"you're my person." with peter parker? something like the reader is sad about something and peter cheers them up? - @ahoefortomholland
sleepover sunday/monday!
thank you!! i hope you enjoy!
Today had been a rough day for you, something about the way you had been pushed away by your team made you feel unwanted. You tried to avoid this feeling as much as possible, knowing sometimes your team just didn't need you when fighting crime, but it was an inevitable feeling. It just happened.
This time around, you shut down as soon as they said "no." Usually, you would stay and help in headquarters, sending in any rockets or weapons they may need in battle, but instead, you retreated into the basement.
Your footsteps are heavy, trudging downstairs as the cold envelops you. Tears were welling up in your eyes, as you sighed, wiping them away before you headed in the direction of the punching bag in the middle of the room.
Wrapping your hands, you stepped back, your stance ready as you began delivering punches, letting out your frustration and anger into the vulnerable bag. Something about the situation and knowing no one cared enough to check in infuriated you more.
We don't need you!
Not today! Go away!
You're much more useful staying at the compound anyway.
"Y/n?" you stopped, turning to look at the entrance as you brought your hands down, your eyes locking eye contact with Peter's. "Figured you would be in here."
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you continued your punches on the bag, Peter heading over to your frustrated self.
"Y/n, talk to me."
Halting your punches, you sat down on the mat, Peter taking a seat next to you and placing his arm over your shoulder.
A minute of silence passed over the two of you, Peter letting you find the words you needed to express your feelings as you took off the gloves, playing with your fingers on your lap.
"Am I useless, Peter?" you asked as he tilted his head in confusion.
"No, of course not."
"Then why won't they let me on the field?"
He sighed, rubbing circles into your shoulder as he frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "They're just protective of you. No one wants anything to happen to you, you're really important to everyone."
"I can take care of myself, I'm not a child anymore."
He moved his body to face you, placing your legs on his lap. "You're not, but you're really important to everyone. Hell, Y/n you were Stark's daughter, still are. There's a reason we're all trying to keep you safe. Tony would kill me if he'd know you were out on the field every day with us."
You smiled sadly at the thought of your father, someone you missed dearly, yet know he had sacrificed himself for the good of the universe.
"I miss him."
Peter's arms enveloped you as sobs emitted from your throat, his hand rubbing circles on your back. Burying your head in his chest, you let everything out, something you tried your best to keep inside. There was something about Peter that reassured you you could be your best and worst self around him.
Sniffling, you removed yourself from his chest, as his fingers came up to wipe the tears from your eyes.
"You're not alone." Peter said as you looked up at him, "You're my person, Y/n."
You smiled, as he chuckled.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Even if that means I won't go out on the field either, then so be it."
You smiled and hugged him, his arms enveloping your body in a warmth you loved. "Thank you."
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im-sleepdeprived · 2 years
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broken promises
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pairing: peter parker x reader
a/n: as promised here's the angsty fic i promised (p.s. while editing this I FORGOT THE WORD FORGIVENESS. I WAS IN SHOCK YALL WTF. IT WAS SO FUNNY I COULD NOT REMEMBER IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME YOU SHOULD CHECK MY SEARCH HISTORY)
warnings: angst PACKED, mad mj, mentions of breakup
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the audacity of this bitch.
little did you know that exact thought had crossed m.j.'s mind numerous times. 
it hurt her seeing you like this. the two of you had been friends for years, you had been with her through thick and thin. she couldn't believe peter would do this too you when you were the one who was so out of his league. when she always preached that she didn't have friends, she never counted you because you were more than a friend to her, she considered you a sister. and the fact that peter had spent weeks pining after her to finally set you two up just to treat you like this your whole relationship?
you were very popular at midtown tech, with teachers and students alike. people were just drawn to your warm and comforting personality, peter being one of them. your more social friends always found your friendship with the outcasts weird, but that's who you were. you couldn't exclude people just because they weren't high on society's (or just midtown tech) stupid social ranking.
"nothing?" m.j. asks even though she could already tell the answer by the look on your face.
you shake your head as she takes a seat next to you, "it's not even like he's not getting my messages, he's just leaving me on delivered."
you lean your head on her shoulder as she puts her arms around you. selfishly, you were thankful that m.j.'s girlfriend was out of town this weekend. as much as you loved Aisha, you don't know what you would've done if m.j. wasn't here to comfort you.
as the song neared its end, ned and betty find their way off the dance floor and steer towards you and m.j. .
"hey y/n," betty says hopefully. ned, however, has a distraught look on his face. he knew peter wasn't going to show up.
"he hasn't replied," m.j. informs her with a harsh tone in her voice but you all knew it wasn't directed at betty herself, rather at your boyfriend who seemed to be doing this a lot with you lately.
sure you knew peter was a busy person when you got together, he always had outstanding grades which made you think he probably studies all the time, not to mention the stark internship that had been his most frequent excuse for missing dates these past few months and even before you two were even a thing.
"let's go freshen up in the bathroom, yeah?" betty looked at you with a pitiful look, and god how you hated it. that's all everyone seemed to be doing lately, the barista at the coffee shop where peter was supposed to meet you a few days ago (but of course he couldn't make it and you were stuck there for an hour and a half waiting), you're friends whenever you told them about peter failing to show up to activities he planned, and, hell, even the chaperones at the dance right now. they all knew how peter had a little (a LOT) trouble managing his time and how your relationship was suffering the consequences of his actions.
you nodded, anything to get away from all these happy couples and lurking eyes.
the bathroom was empty except for you, m.j., and betty. you were surprised there weren't more girls in here. weren't school bathrooms always filled with girls during dances, some crying about being stood up (that seemed to be your place this time) and others gossiping while applying lip gloss ? you were grateful nonetheless, not really needing people to focus on you at the moment.
when you heard betty and ned's song playing from the speakers, you gave betty a look that basically said that just cause you didn't have a date doesn't mean she just gets to forget hers. of course, she objected at first but upon your insistence, she caved but not without apologizing at least 20 times.
just you and m.j. now.
"i really thought he was gonna show up this time," you whispered looking down at the back of your hands that we're resting on the bathroom counter. you didn't have to look up to see m.j.'s angry face, you could just feel the anger radiating off of her. you felt bad for depriving her of this high school experience but you knew she would never leave you alone and you appreciated that.
"what makes it different than any other time?" she sneered and you knew she probably meant it as a rhetorical question but you actually had an answer for that.
"it was different this time, i promise." you said, just wanting her to believe you.  "he was so sure that he was gonna make it and he was gonna be here, that it wouldn't be like the other times," you ignored her eye roll at that last part. you hoped for peter's sake he never got stuck alone with m.j. cause after tonight, she would kill him as soon as she could get her hands on him.
"he was so sincere that i REALLY, truly, honestly thought he was gonna be here," which is why it just hurt so much more.
you had stayed over at peter's later today than usual, you had something to talk to him about. you both sat out on his fire escape, legs dangling in the air, backs to a brick wall. the new york breeze was chilly but you didn't mind, you always liked the cold.
"so about today," you trailed off, not really knowing how to say what you wanted to say.
peter grinned, "did you like it?"
you smiled softly at the memory. today peter had asked you to homecoming in a rather extravagant way, not that you were complaining. he had filled your locker to the brim with buds your favorite flower and chocolates. as soon as you opened your locker, they all spilled out cueing the choir group to surround you and serenade you with "ours" by taylor swift (peter knew you were a sucker for anything having to do with taylor). while they were singing peter came from behind you and tapped your shoulder holding a sign that read: "go to homecoming with me and we'll make the night OURS" you had laughed at his pun while nodding and jumped up hug him.
and as much as you loved the gesture, you weren't really sure if you could believe him.
"yeah of course i loved it, i loved it so much but, peter," you looked at him with sad eyes and he swore he felt his heart crack. he hated seeing you like this knowing it was his fault.
"peter i'm not gonna let you ask me to homecoming and then stand me up in front of the whole school, it's just too embarrassing." you looked away not really able to look him in the eyes anymore.
to say he felt terrible was an understatement. he knew he didn't treat you right, not at all. someone who promised dinner at 7 and then enters the restaurant at 10 wasn't really boyfriend material, now was he?
"sweetheart, i know i haven't been there like i should be and i am so so sorry. you don't deserve that. but i can promise you that i will make it to homecoming and nothing anyone could ever do would stop me. i mean, who asks a girl to something and doesn't show up?"
"you," you deadpanned, “literally, all the time.” a small smile started tugging at your lips at how quickly his expression fell.
"oh shit, damn it," he muttered and you laughed.
"tell you what," he said picking up his hand and sticking out his pinky, "y/n y/l/n, i pinky promise that i will take you to homecoming and make it one of the best nights of your life."
you sighed dramatically, "i mean i don't know pete, the best night of my life was probably the night taylor surprise-dropped 'folklore' and i don't know if you can beat that. in fact, i doubt it." but he could tell by the look on your face that you were joking.
"i mean, can't blame you, that was an amazing album," he shrugged
"oh my god i know right!" your face lit up glad he agreed.
you lifted your pinky to meet his that was still waiting for yours. "peter parker, i believe you but if you break this promise i don't know what i'll do." but the look in your eyes told him exactly what you were gonna do and that just made him more sure that he'd make it
he leaned in slowly, resting his forehead against yours. he kissed your nose making you scrunch it up "don't worry babe, i wouldn't miss it for the world."
and for once you actually believed him, you believed he'd make it and you two would be fine.
how wrong you were.
you picked up your phone to see if he'd replied while m.j. just stared at you. she knew you been swallowing back tears all night. she knew you hated crying in front of people, hated being vulnerable. she knew you loved peter but she also knew you how you hated how he was dragging you along. she knew she didn't even have to chew him out for doing this because you would (that wasn't going to stop her though), you would never let a boy use you. she was aware of how much you and peter loved each other and for once m.j. really didn't know what was gonna happen next.
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"are you sure you're gonna be okay ?" m.j. asked, giving you a worried look. you gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded. "i'll be fine m.j.," you replied dragging out 'fine' making sure she understood. she still looked unsure.
her phone dinged again, making you nervous. m.j.'s mom was waiting for her outside and you knew you were lucky she let her stay this long. you didn't need to get on her mom's bad side.
"we can take you home mom really won't mind i-," you cut her off mid-sentence. "m.j. really, i just need to stay a bit longer." you couldn't when peter hadn't shown up yet. you had to talk this out with him and you wanted to do it here when the hurt was still fresh and you wouldn't just forgive him because you forgot how bad he hurt you. a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates weren’t gonna buy your forgiveness. 
and if he didn't show up you’d march straight to his apartment and convince may to let you wait for him until he got home from whatever it was keeping him away this long. 
she looked like she was about to protest but when her phoned dinged yet another time, even she knew she had to go. you handed her her clutch (you chose it for her to match her dress) while she pulled you into a hug.
"i'm so sorry y/n, you don't deserve this," she said quietly. you just sighed, your chin resting on her shoulder. "call me when you get home?"
you pulled back, "of course i will, now go i don't need your mom to think i'm a bad influence on you." she laughed at that, knowing damn well that you could never be a bad influence on anyone. if anyone was a bad influence in this friendship, it was her.
it took a lot of convincing (even though she still didn't believe you) but m.j. left you alone and went home. you were the only one here anymore except mr. sloane, the janitor, who was sweeping the floors of glitter, confetti, food, you name it.
after about 45 minutes of waiting after m.j. left, you had given up hope that he was still coming. it was so late that he probably thought you were home by now.
your parents were texting you asking where you were and you lied and said you decided to grab some food with peter and the gang. you weren't going to tell them the truth, letting them assume he was with you the whole night. he had already been extremely (or completely absent) to a lot of events that involved your parents, leaving a bad impression with them and you didn't want them to think anything bad about him.
the way you were still defending him baffled you.
finally, you decided enough was enough. you stood up grabbing your purse and waving goodbye to mr. sloane. the hallways were completely empty. it was so weird being in school at this time. the only sound being your heels clicking with each step you took and the occasional sound of lights flickering.
while you were finally beginning to reach the door (was the hallway always this long?) it burst open making you jump back revealing the last person you expected to see.
here he finally was in all his disheveled hair-loose tie-rolled up sleeves-glory, panting as if he'd just run a hundred miles to get here. peter fucking parker.
you weren't really sure what you were feeling at that moment. it was a mix of things really. anger, disappointment, hurt, all of those of course, but honestly? you couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of admiration because no matter how messy he looked, peter was nothing below breathtaking. however, you would never admit that that thought still managed to cross your mind after what he pulled tonight. 
he met your eyes with his wide ones filled with regret. "y/n, please let me i can ex-," you cut off his stuttering voice, "peter, no." you said firmly holding a hand up and you saw his face fall.
"peter, do you know how many times i've had to put up with these kinds of things since i've been with you?"
"y/n i know i-," he rushed, only to be cut off by you again. "no you don't know peter! i was always there for you no matter what so you don't know what it's like to be let down so many times by the one person you trust the most." he was quiet at that, he knew that was true. "you don't know how sometimes when i just couldn't handle the rejection and hurt, i didn't even bother inviting you to things, but i'd always makeup excuses and defend you to my family and friends." you said softly.
ouch. he did not know that.
"i'm so tired of this whole one-sided relationship peter, it can't be easy on you when you clearly don't want this and it's DEFINITELY not easy on me."  
his heart broke at your words because how could you think he didn't want this? this was the best thing to ever happen to him and it was just starting to hit him that his carelessness might cost him everything.
"y/n i am so so sorry. i tried so hard but i got caught up with...," he trailed off. he couldn’t tell you about spider-man. that’d be too dangerous and risky, he would never risk your life like that.
you tried to give him the chance to at least tell the truth for once in your relationship but he stayed silent. "the stark internship?" you finished for him, knowing by the look on his face that you were correct.
"you know peter i don't want to force anything on you, maybe you're just not ready for relationship commitment y'know and i don't want you to feel like you have to keep this going on if you don't want to i'll-," it was his turn to cut you off now. "no, no no no no. it's not that at all. this," he gestured between the two of you, "is all i want. i promise that, come on sweetheart you've got to believe me." his voice cracked a little a the end but he didn't care about any of that. all he cared about was keeping you.
"you promised," you looked down as you whispered, sure that if you raised your voice the slightest, you'd choke on the tears you were holding back. "you said you'd be here no matter what. and i know it's stupid but, hell, you even pinky promised."
you looked up to drink in his features, eyes red, rimmed with tears, cheeks and nose tinged with a rosy color but not the kind you loved. not the kind you anticipated when you flirted a little extra with him, no, this time it just made you feel even more hurt inside. peter crying was a sight that never failed to make you worry. this time you caused it though. or was it him? who even knows anymore.
"y/n, sweetheart, i-," he reached his hand out to cup your cheek but when you took a step back he could've sworn his knees were going to give out and he was going to fall on the hallway tiles.
"i'm sorry peter," you said, voice shaky, "i really hope you get everything sorted out and you find someone who's gonna make you so happy. and i’m really sorry that it couldn’t be me." you cleared your throat, trying to keep the tears in till you left but failing and having them fall down onto your cheeks like mini waterfalls.
you walked past him and towards the door pushing it open and walking into the brisk new york air, hailing a cab. leaving peter standing both motionless and speechless in the hallway. how was he going to tell you that he would've sorted everything out for you in a heartbeat, that he should've sorted everything out when you first got together. how was he going to tell you that you already made him the happiest he's ever been.
he couldn't tell you any of those things now because it was too late. he had his time and he wasted it, thinking like some idiot that you would stick around forever. he couldn't take back all the pain he'd already made you feel, all the hurt he'd caused. he was spider-man for god's sake, he'd save so many things, so many people. but he couldn't save the one thing that mattered most to him, you.
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webslingingslasher · 10 months
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Hi can I ask for a blurb where Peter accidently hits the reader while playing or something like he sometimes forgets about his super strength but fluff at the end please 🥺.
this got away from me but this was so fun and cute to write!
“I kinda want a black eye.” 
Your boyfriend slowly lowered the bag of peas on his left eye, his elbow dropped daringly, forcing you to look at the dark purple hue. 
“Oh, really?” 
You nod, “it looks gnarly but it’d be cool to have one.” 
“Baby, my heartbeat is currently taking place from my eyeball. You don’t want one.” 
Stretching across the space on the couch you raise Peter’s hand back up so he can ice the bruise some more, it does look painful. 
“I think if you loved me you’d give me one.” 
Peter took a second to see if that sentence would resonate with you but it hadn’t. 
“We should go to the women's shelter and spread that knowledge.” 
You scoff, “they weren't asking for it, Peter. I am.” 
Your boyfriend lowered his temporary ice pack and reached a hand out, his thumb rubbed under your eye, you almost thought he was thinking about it. Almost. 
“I’d never. I would, however, patch you up if you ever got one.” 
“Do you have a friend that could-” 
“No.” 
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Oh FUCK did your eye HURT. 
It was on a level ten throb level, it felt like a ring stretching to your eyebrow and nose. You couldn’t even open it, all you could do was press your hand to it and try and stop the pressure from building, it didn’t work. 
You were able to blink it open just enough to be blinded by the living room light, you’ve never been so light sensitive. Squeezing it shut you winced, you tried to be understanding and calm; it was an accident after all. But the pain was spreading all over your face and you had a target right on the corner of your right eye, and it hurt. 
If your right eye could open it’d be shedding tears too, you had one continuance stream coming from your left eye. 
Your voice bubbles with pain, “petey, it hurts.” 
Your boyfriend couldn’t even breathe right now, he had hurt you. The one thing he swore he would never, could never do, and he did it. Panic flooded his body, panicked he’s caused serious damage, panicked you’d be scared of him, panicked you’d dump him, panicked your dad would come curbstomp him. 
“It hurts so bad,” he knows you’re calling out for him, he knows you need him, but all he could replay was the ‘whack!’ in his head. It wasn’t gentle in the slightest, you whipped away from him with a hiss, your hand immediately covering your eye. You had been okay at first but after a minute had passed it became nearly unbearable.
Peter knows how bad a black eye hurts, and he just gave you one. 
His short, barely there breaths start to stutter.  
And suddenly Peter couldn’t see because his vision was muddled by tears, he tried to blink them back but they ran. He can’t remember the last time he’s cried, but this brought him to his knees. He never wanted to punish himself more than in that second. He should’ve been quicker, he should’ve known you were behind him, he has those goddamn senses and they did nothing in that moment. 
“Peter!” A desperate cry for attention, you don’t know what to do, it hurts more than you could imagine. 
You look up at your boyfriend still standing in shock where he jumped away from you after hitting you directly in your eye. A wrestling battle, you had tried to take him down after he’d pinned you three times. In an effort of a sneak attack you crawled up the couch and tried to jump on his back where he sat on the floor. You dived and at the last moment his hand… well you don’t know what he was trying to do but it connected hard to your cheekbone. 
Your back hit the couch and you held your hand as you hissed and groaned in hurt, Peter scrambled up and backed up behind the coffee table, as if he was scared to be around you.  
He’s crying, your boyfriend’s crying. You’ve been punched and he’s crying. 
“I’m.. I’m sorr.. Fuck.” Peter snaps out of it, you need him. He crosses to the couch in two steps, his hand cupping your cheek. It makes everything in him deflate when you flinch as he touches you, he bites his bottom lip to stop a sob. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” 
His heart hurts as you cry, his thumb taps at your hand covering the damaged eye. The one he caused. 
“Let me see it, please?” Peter said it like a question, like he’d ever be lucky enough to have that privilege. 
You sob, “it hurts.” 
Peter blinks, more tears. He can’t believe he’s crying over this, he also can’t believe he hit his fucking girlfriend. 
“I know, I know it does, baby. Please let me see it.” 
You choke in air to stop your crying, it works. You slowly lift your hand off your eye, it’s not throbbing as much but the pressure has inflated tenfold and you couldn’t open it if you tried, it was swollen shut. You tried to gauge a reaction out of him, to see how bad it is. You forgot your boyfriend had the world’s best poker face. 
Peter wanted to curl up into a ball when he saw the damage. 
It was bruising, and swollen and you couldn’t open your eye and it was all his fault. 
His fault, his fault, his fault. 
If he was normal, if he was a normal boyfriend, this wouldn’t have happened. A normal teenager doesn’t have the strength to hold a ferry or stop a runaway bus, he does. And he used that strength on you. 
His powers, his abilities, his strength.
His fault, his fault, his fault. 
“You need ice.” Is all that could come out. A wince wraps over your face when you nod, you try to sit up and groan. “Everything hurts. How do you do this? Pain has to affect you differently, right?” Peter ignored you as he backed away, you don’t think he’s ever been so aware of his surroundings and actions. 
He shouldn’t be getting ice, he shouldn’t be putting it in a plastic bag and wrapping a rag around it, he shouldn’t be grabbing you tylenol extra strength, he shouldn’t be icing your black eye he caused. 
His fault, his fault, his fault. 
It scared you how quiet he was, the accidental punch was just that. You weren’t upset at him or scared he would do it again, you were scared how odd he was acting. He was strangely quiet and standoffish, when he came back to you with ice and pills you watched him think about holding the bag to your eye but stopped and put it in your hand. 
He shifted his weight and looked at the couch, he stepped back and sat on the coffee table. 
Peter cried and was quiet and standoffish and scared to touch you. He was terrified of himself, you may be physically hurt but he was emotionally broken, his one major thing washed down the drain. Accident or not he gave you a black eye, and it was tearing him up inside. 
You hummed when ice hit the hot skin, suddenly it didn’t hurt. 
“Am I right, super high pain tolerance?” 
It’s like you broke through a wall, Peter looked up at you like he just found out you were in the room. 
“I hit you.” 
You would’ve rolled your eyes if you could’ve. 
“That’s a little dramatic.” 
Peter shook his head, upset you weren’t upset. 
“I hit you hard, I hurt you. I…” His hand pulled at his curls so hard you grit your teeth. “I fucking hit you,” he whispered it, like his own mind couldn’t wrap it around. 
He doesn’t pull out the fuck word often. 
You thought about reaching out for his hand, but you think that’d made things worse. 
“I’m not scared of you, petey. It was an accident.” 
“I swore i’d never hurt you, that I would never hit you and I didn’t-” 
“Mean it.” You cut him off, “you didn’t mean it.” 
Peter rubbed at his jaw and blinked, you saw tears puddling and you wanted to do nothing more than hold him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, you lowered the bag of ice from your eye prepared to switch seats. He wouldn’t let you. 
“Ice.” Cold and hard, like you had no other option. You didn’t question him, you followed instructions. 
“Remember when you asked me to give you a black eye months ago?” 
It was a joke. Sure, you saw a tiktok with a girl who had one and you couldn’t deny it looked a little cool. Then seeing one on Peter the same night you couldn’t shake it. You were just playing around, it’s not like it was that serious. 
“I was joki-” 
“I told you I'd never, and I did. I hit my girlfriend and gave her a black eye.” 
Disgust. That’s what it was. He was disgusted with himself. 
You sat up straight, your lip curled up. 
A black eye? Sick.
“Wait, really?” 
Peter looked up at your excitement, it came from nowhere. 
“You gave me a black eye? I have a black eye right now? For real, for real?” 
This wasn’t a cute or funny thing, and he won’t let you make it be one. 
He hit you.
“This isn’t funny, I hit you and you’re happy you got a black eye?” 
“Pete, I forgive you. And not just cause you gave me a black eye, because it was an accident and you didn’t mean to and you’re obviously extremely remorseful.” 
“But I-” 
You reached out for his hand, “forgive yourself. You forgive yourself.” 
It wouldn’t be instant, until your eye healed, which would be at a much slower rate than him, he wouldn’t be able to fully forgive himself. 
“No more wrestling.” 
You scoff, “no more sneak attacks, how about that?” 
He shook his head, “I don’t want this happening again.” 
“If the situation was reversed would you want me to hold it against myself?” 
Peter scoffed, “absolutely not, but it wouldn’t hurt me like it does you.” 
“So you do have a super high pain tolerance.” 
He snapped and ripped his hand from yours, “yes, I do have a super high pain tolerance. I also have super strength and give my girlfriend black eyes.” 
You held your hand up, the other one slightly freezing from the cold but you were too scared to take it off. 
“First off, plural. Second, please stop. You’re making me feel bad, I’m really okay and I’m not mad and I forgive you a thousand million percent.” 
Peter inhaled sharply, he has to believe you. He’s more shook up than you are and he guesses he should agree with you, you were the hurt one. If you forgive him he could try and do the same.
“I think you need to give me a black eye to even it out.” 
You gasp like your offended at his words, your hand lays over your heart. 
“I’d never!” 
Your boyfriend ran his tongue over his teeth and gave you a dead stare, his hands pushed him off the coffee table. His words grumbled, “toxic.” 
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PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader(could be gn!reader too I didn’t rly specify pronouns)
WARNINGS: peter being a lil douchy in the beginning, lil angst, unedited
WORD COUNT: 643 words
A/N: sooo hello again :) I haven’t written in a hot minute so this may suck lmao. also this was inspired by a prompt from this list!! anyway as always lmk if u have any feedback or requests :D that’s all!
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GOING OUT ON PATROL and looking for crime was something very normal for Peter. He had been doing it since he was 15 and would most likely be doing it for a very long time. So it was safe to say it could get a little boring sometime. Peter would stop and sit on a random rooftop, sometimes preferring to look for crime from his bird's eye view rather than swinging throughout the city.
He was currently doing this, scanning the city for any trouble when he saw something that caught his eye. A slumped figure was slowly trudging down the sidewalk just below him. But that wasn’t what caught his eye. The lackluster hair? The terribly styled clothes? The overall foul aura? It had to be you.
Peter snickered diabolically and swung himself down to your level. He landed behind you and cockily straightened his posture.
A slightly evil grin overtook Peter’s face as ur snarled, “Y’know my sense we’re going really crazy and thought somethin’ terrible was going down here.” He then sighed dramatically. “Turns out it was just you.”
An awkward pause filled the air as Peter waited for your response. His grin faltered slightly. You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly before spinning around to face Peter.
“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! I was wrong-“
“I’m sorry, why is that surprising to you?”
“After everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, some how more could go wrong! You just had to show up! Y’just had to come and put the icing on the cake didn’t you?”
Peter’s expression soured into one of pure offense. “We’ll you’re grouchier than usual. What happened, your flying broomstick finally broke?”
“I know you’re obsessed with me or something but can you just leave me alone this one time?” You asked, your voice grating and filled with pure rage.
Peter ignored your comment. “Wait, something’s not right.” He gave you a quick once over. “Oh wow. You actually look kinda decent today. Well except for your makeup. It’s kinda smudged around your eyes. Like over here and here-“ he begins to motion with his hands.
“Yes I know that Peter!” You all but shout back at him.
The nice dress, the smudged makeup, your worse than usual mood suddenly connect the dots for him.
“Oh my god, you were stood up weren’t you. Were you stood up for a date?”
You groaned once again and harshly rubbed your face with your hands. Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes as the humiliation you were feeling began creeping back up like bile in your throat.
“Yes I was stood up,” you mutter lowly, sniffling. “Go ahead, make fun of me. I know you’re going to.”
Peter’s mouth opened as he was about to say something truly insulting, but he stopped. He took in the sight of you. You looked like a kicked puppy, with your mascara and eyeliner smudged and your glossy tear filled eyes. You nervously picked at your nails as you awaited his taunts, already feeling embarrassed enough.
Something in Peter’s heart softened. He let out a deep sigh. “Y’know I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless.
Your eyes flickered up to look at his face, holding much surprise in them. Peter grinned even though you couldn’t see it through the mask. “I know we have this whole thing going but I know getting stood up sucks.”
“What? Don’t look so astonished.” He admonished, putting his hand on his hips. I am your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after all. It’s kinda my job to help damsels in distress,” he lilted, bowing slightly.
Surprising yourself and him, you let out a loud laugh at his theatrics.
A wide smile enveloped Peter’s face as he held our hand for you to take. “C’mon lemme take you home.”
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