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dargoww · 2 years

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hello everyone! i came with some ps4!peter parker x gn!reader hcs!

i put ps4!peter because he was the one i had in my mind while writing this, BUT:

the hcs are applicable for ANY spidey!

let's goo!!

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peter is a very, very, very loving person

and he needs someone to be there for him

it's not like he needs for you to comfort him after every fight (sometimes he does need though)

but damn

cuddles are a must every day, every night

after an exhausting day of patroling, all he wants is just snuggle up closer to you

cause he feels peace

i have a feeling peter gets anxious super often

or overthinks things

he's learned to just deal with it over the years

but he simply can't resist how all of it goes away when you're around

especially when the two of you are alone

no one in your personal space

it's so soothing to him

like a sanctuary from his routine work

you two would make plans

like going traveling somewhere

cause peter really needs a break

your first trip together was so funny

you took many silly photos

one of them is now hanging on the wall in your living room

peter says it's his favourite because of how your eyes are filled with joy in this picture

and how his eyes

are locked on you

oh and there's also water splashes all around you

cause you know it was an amusement park

with some water slides

you two were soaked

but never stopped laughing

without any spare clothes, you just kept walking hoping it would dry

and it did

but like after two hours

exactly 15 minutes before your tickets expired

and your bus was leaving

you have such warm memories of that trip

cause it felt very special since it was your first one together

you were exploring, eating really weird food, walking around the same building for three times, asking for directions, getting lost, running to some bakery 2 minutes before the guide tour started, tripping over some stupid fences near a what-is-supposed-to-be-a-palace ('Dammit, who would put it here??')

and even though some of it was supposed to be annoying

it was the two of you

the two of you against all of it

together

that's what made it so important to you, so precious

you & peter still rewind these memories of that trip

even though you now have another ones

all it takes for you to bring a smile on each other's face is to mention that damned palace fence

it's in your memory forever

peter would take photos of you when you wouldn't notice

when your hair looks messy (it adds to the beauty)

when the sun shines on your skin – it's like a saint appeared before him

or maybe he would take domestic photos

like you cooking pasta

with such a bright, big smile after he told you some really cheesy pickup line

he just... appreciates you so much

every now and then he would look at you in awe

because he still doesn't believe how you could be his

when you two first met, he admired your beauty

but as you were getting closer and closer, peter found the way you think about things so amazing

the way your mind comes to things his would never come to

the way you talk, the way you put your words

he always reads between the lines though, somehow

it's unintentional

or maybe he's just seeing something he wants to see

but whenever you're telling him something, his mind would wander about how your choice of words is remarkable

in other words though, he would pay more attention to how you say things

instead of what you say exactly

he has a short attention span anyway

100% always late to everything

even if it's just a pizza night at your & peter's place (living with him is whole another topic)

he tries to make it on time

he really tries

and you know it so you never argue with him about it

but when you two do argue, it's usually not for long

well actually, it never lasts an hour

cause through time you & pete got to appreciate each other just for the way you are

because you know

some people matter to us no matter the fights we get into with them

or no matter the little mishaps that can occur

all of it is nothing compared to the person themselves

and this is why you never stay in fights for a long time

because most of the time they just don't mean anything

idk if its actually possible but i can almost see how your apartment would have a secret spider-man lair

you know for him to make stuff

because leaving it in the open isn't so safe

i can see you entering this little place of his

with some food because he obviously forgot to eat

he just rushed into the 'Lab' as he calls it after he came home

oh and he forgets to drink water, like, all the time

you bought him an annoying watch that would remind him to drink and eat

the voice of the robot watch lady is so bad

like it literally jumpscares

and... never does its thing, peter forgets about food and water a second after

but the watch got turned it off a 5 days after using

5 days because he just couldn't get rid of something you gifted to him

he felt bad to do that

so there was this evening when the two of you were having a dinner

and this thing would just jumpscare you

"HELLO, PETER. IT'S 8PM AND IT'S TIME FOR YOUR HOURLY WATER GLASS."

you spilled your drink

laughed a lot

and got rid of the watch

you regretted buying it... 50 dollars to the trash bin

but it was fun

speaking of fun btw

peter would choose the window to entry the apartment, like, 8 times out of 10

cause a) it's convenient

and cause b) it's dramatic

oh and c) he now has a tradition of showing up using weird roles

like the last time

he entered through the window with a pizza and asked

'hey, is this your pizza? you owe me 5.50"

and you would give him the 5.50

and guess what then?

he took the money and the pizza and swung to the rooftop of a nearby house

with an evil laugh

the laugh that was super, super fake and extremely funny

he was back in a minute though

with pizza, with money

and with a soft kiss just for you

he said it's 'special client treatment'

you didn't object

as a matter of fact, peter can be super naive

not in a stupid way, but in a the-world-is-still-a-good-place way

protect his naivety at all costs please

it makes his eyes shine with happiness

and this boy deserves some happiness

relationship with him is so, so comfortable...

except the times when he comes back home all bruised and bleeding

these are the hard days

but there are always hard days, right?

they do not outweigh the good days though

like your first trip

like that time when peter was the pizza guy

like that time when water from your cup slipped into his plate after you were jumpscared by the stupid watch you bought him

it's always the little things

in them, there is beauty

in them, there is...

love.

BONUS:

↑ the selfie he took on your phone and put it on your lockscreen. cause, you know... you're his. and he loves you dearly.

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astyrial · 6 months

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a little fate ps4!peter parker x gn!reader (meeting) synopsis: blind date mishaps word count: 708 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

"mary jane watson, i can't believe you set me up on some blind date, at a nice restaurant, and the guy doesn't even show up!" you whisper-yell into your phone as you sit in the corner of queens' best restaurant.

she laughs a little through the phone; as though she didn't set you up on an entirely embarrassing date. mary jane always exaggerated this 'friend' of hers that is just 'the nicest guy'. that the two had been friends since high school and that you would be absolutely perfect for him. what she forgot to mention was that he's a flake.

"i'm sorry! i'm sure he's just running late, he has a very busy job tutoring some kids," mary jane pauses a little as she tries to explain what he does.

you roll your eyes, letting out a breath to relax yourself, "tutoring kids to not show up on blind dates and immediately embarrass them? like it's been thirty minutes, he's lucky i even stayed this long."

when you realize what time it is, you quickly get up, because you're definitely not staying longer than thirty minutes. "by the way, this is the sound of me getting out of my chair and leaving-" you start, walking towards the front of the restaurant.

despite mary jane's concerns in your ear, you exit the front door of the restaurant. to your already heavy dismay, you bump into someone and immediately drop your phone and wallet. the guy quickly apologizes and picks it up for you.

"i'm so sorry, i'm late for a date, and i was not watching where i was going," he stands with one knee on the ground and his hand holding your items up.

the scene looked a little more romantic that the man had intended, a couple of people already gathering as you grab your phone from his hand. you look around to see the small crowd of people and purse your lips. your eyes look at him and then up at the people. as if this secret language you made up on the spot was gonna get him to stand up.

"it's okay.. but maybe you should-" you hang up the phone and stick it into your back pocket, "get up, i'm sure your date wouldn't want you kneeling in front of another person.."

his eyes widen to an extreme amount and he slowly gets up, turning around to the ground, "sorry everyone, she just dropped her things! nothing to see here folks!"

you close your eyes for a second and hope that maybe this'll be forgotten by everyone that very minute. when you open your eyes, he's turned back around with an apologetic smile on his face. maybe, if he wasn't on a date with someone else, you'd say he's pretty cute.

"uh sorry for that..." he stops as if he's waiting for you to give your name, his eyebrows raised.

you shrug, acting like it didn't affect you one bit, "it's y/n, and it's the most exciting thing that's happened this evening so it's okay."

his eyes widen once more and he pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. you look away for a second, wondering what he could possibly be doing that for. maybe he knows you? knows of you?

"you're y/n? i'm so sorry, i'm peter. i'm the friend of mary jane who is very late and also very sorry," peter's shoulders drop as soon as he sees your eyes widen just as wide as his.

�� you roll your eyes and shake your head. sure the guy's cute, but he left you waiting for thirty minutes and left you stranded. and just because some ironic and slightly adorable meet cute occurred doesn't mean you were necessarily staying around to chat.

"please give me a chance, we can go somewhere else and i'll tell you the very legitimate reason as to why i'm late."

the please does help a little, you think to yourself, and his nice jaw. with a quick thought of whether or not this is an awful idea, you look back at the restaurant and then back to him. "fine, but this just because of mary jane's glowing review of you."

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 4 months

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a little some-some for christmas. happy holidays🎄 divider @firefly-graphics

peter parker x gn!reader

🎧 all i want for christmas is you / underneath the tree / last christmas

the daily bugle holiday party was rather festive. you’d think with having jameson as your boss he would be a scrounge during the holidays, but he was cracking jokes and showing family pictures to anyone interested. it was a bit freaky seeing this one eighty personality, but it was nice knowing he actually was human under that dictator exterior.

“if spider-man was to be mentioned, i bet he’ll immediately go into a ‘menace to society’ rant.” peter joked while taking sips of his eggnog, face scrunching at the splashes of alcohol.

you chuckled at the jab, “bet five dollars he’ll be his biggest fan once the alcohol grows.”

peter grinned as he leaned his shoulder into the wall to face you, “okay, but no interfering. has to come naturally from someone else or jameson himself. both lose if nothing happens by the end of the party.”

switching the cup to your other hand, you smirk up at peter as you shake hands, “you're on parker.”

turning back to the party, thumping your feet and bopping your head to the christmas tunes, you lean into peter. “favorite christmas song?” tilting your attention on him.

his mouth screwed up in thought, eyes squinting into the distance, “probably… the classic one.” being vague in his answer.

a roll of your eyes, “yeah, that narrows it down to nothing. most of them are classics. come on, don’t hide this small thing from me. i won’t make fun of your taste.” leaning off the wall and standing directly in front of him now.

“you seem really interested in a simple answer.” quirking a busy brow. you shrug dramatically, “cause it’s super important! duh doy!”

that bubbly, boyish laugh spilled from peter with a shake of his shoulders. it was your favorite song, no matter the season. “well now i’m worried you will judge my choice.”

you waved away the simple worry, “no, no. probably just confused.” reaching a hand to his bicep and squeezing. flashing that teasing smile that gets his heart racing.

“well if it’s so important, why don’t you share first. favorite christmas song oh wise one?” moving his left hand to tuck bits of hair behind your right ear. eyes watching each other while cheeks grow warm.

a inhale through your nose, “honestly a tie between last christmas by wham! or underneath the tree by the queen kelly clarkson. would listen to them anytime of year.” eyes nervously observing peter’s pretty face.

“you next. what’s the classic christmas song peter benjamin parker loves?” the twinkling string lights added a sparkle to his warm brown eyes. you could melt into a puddle.

he then dipped his head away. peter’s gaze was focused into his draining cup, bits of curls falling to his forehead. you had to restrain yourself from pushing them back and letting your digits card from the strands.

“i- i feel my answer isn’t that important. like i celebrate hanukkah and christmas. plus! plus, they need to make songs for the other holidays. we have that animated adam sandler movie and the futurama song.” joking to avoid giving his answer, which you thought was a little worrying.

you reached out and took ahold of his hand to give a reassuring squeeze. “pete, it’s really not that big a deal. was just joking and i wouldn’t actually judge-“

“all i want for christmas is you.” peter blurted out while you talked.

if you were drinking there would’ve been a spit take, mouth and nose. blinking a few times with your mouth opening and closing, processing and trying to say something.

“my christmas song.” peter rushes to clarify. it would be a lie if you said that didn’t bother you.

“right. yeah, an awesome go to song. was- was thinking the same thing, but thought best of it.” playing off your ‘bout of sadness. “i’m- i’m gonna get a refill and snacks. what anything? wanna join?” hoping for both a yes and no.

“i’m- i’m good. i’ll- i’ll save our spot.” and with that you scurried away in the packed office towards the red table cloth housing all the refreshments. needing just a few minutes away from peter after that moment.

with a paper plate filled with some sugar cookies, homemade brownies and a few pieces of fruit, with a new cup of soda you hid yourself in a shadowed corner. eyes bouncing from person to person, observing how jennifer in editing was interacting with jonathan from the film crew- definitely a thing outside the office- you figured it’s been long enough to rejoin peter at his side.

dumping your trash and weaving through the bodies you almost bumped into one before they stopped in front of you with their hands hovering over your biceps.

“i was getting worried,” peter declared with a shakey smile. his arms dropped from the air, fingers grazing your knuckles.

“nothing to worry about peter. the green goblin doesn’t work here, just some cutthroat journalist.” brushing his panic away.

peter chuckled while rubbing a palm into his neck, “you never know. nancy’s got that deadly stare if you get on her bad side.” “and that’s why i bring her a breakfast sandwich on wednesdays.”

he nodded, “very smart,” then looked over his shoulder, “wanna move somewhere less crowded? getting a bit overheated.”

“lead the way, parker.” and then peter linked his right into your left, guiding you through the desk and towards the front of the office layout. jackie on karaoke was just a bit faint now, thankfully.

“i- i’m sorry about earlier.” peter quietly spoke. a small jut of your chin to see him a bit better, eyes watchful and gentle. “there’s nothing to be so-“

“all i want for christmas is you, that’s true. i- i just rushed to add the second part, cause i- i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or- or something. but then when you were gone for almost five minutes i knew i upset you and i never want to upset-“

“pete, peter.” setting a hand to his red sweater clad chest and taking a step closer. he had a soft doe eye happening and it softened your insides. “i wanna change my answer.”

“okay…” a pinch to the middle of his brow.

“all i want for christmas is you. my holiday classic.” speaking the title slowly and dripping in your oowey gooey emotions for the photographer standing before you.

peter’s mouth opened and then, “what?”

you had to resist the eye roll so you tried a different more complicated tactic. “last christmas i gave my heart to someone undeserving of it. so this year to save me from tears i’m giving it towards someone special.” squeezing your linked hands for emphasis.

trying to be romantic towards a smart yet oblivious guy is really hard. “peter, please tell me you understood that or i will walk away. and then i will come back to tell you straight forward.”

he was silent, you could see the gears turning behind his eyes. picking apart and understanding each word and the whole meaning. you almost wanted to just start singing the lyrics if that would help more.

“peter…” “no! no i- i got it! you- you like me too?” ending it off in a question.

a sigh with a simple smile, “yes peter. i like you too.”

“okay, awesome!” he looked like a boy who was gifted the best present. bring your joined hand up peter pressed two kisses along your knuckles then grabbed your other hand and swung them between your bodies. sugarplum fairies danced in your belly.

“do you… maybe wanna get something to eat? actual food not just sweets. or- or some other time, whenever you’re free really.” peter tripped over his words but landed upright.

you couldn’t help the airy giggle from slipping free. “asking me on a date already? are you trying to beat some new year resolutions?” shuffling closer into peter’s space.

“maybe…” his eyeline sitting over your shoulder for a moment before drifting onto your multicolored face. “would that be okay?” always the gentleman.

“more than okay.” your eyes tracing over all the details that make up peter parker before noticing something attached to the ceiling.

the surround chatter has faded and died out, just the two of you in your bubble. “hey, pete…” “yeah?” “look up.”

your eyes dropped to see peter was just staring at you with a confused look so your placed a finger under his chin and forced his head up, your own following second.

tied to a fishing string hung a fresh bundle of holly. “oh.” was all peter said then continued with, “kinda weird to have holly at a work party.”

“true, but it’s a traditional christmas plant. and we’re standing under it…” trailing off to wait for peter’s response of the situation.

“well…” bringing his head down and releasing your hand so he could slowly hold his to hover over your cheeks, “if you’re okay with keeping the tradition…”

fingers knotting into the wool of peter’s knit sweater and pushing onto the tips of your toes, “more than okay, peter.” and leaning in first to seal the confirmation.

a sigh of relief once peter cupped your cheeks and held you close. it was a small, simple kiss- one that was completely appropriate for a work setting. you could picture the scene playing in a holiday rom-com, an added kick of your feet for flair.

a quick peck after the smooch and you leaned away from peter and back on your feet. “i know a diner on fifty-eighth. wanna go?”

“lead the way, oh wise one.” and peter let you take his hand to drag him behind you as you both gathered your belongings.

“enjoy your night.” emma, one of your coworker friend, wiggled her brows in a suggestive manner and you just pushed her shoulder in annoyance.

you rejoined with peter and started to head out until you stopped short and shook his arm, “oh! oh we forgot!” “forgot wh-“

“you know, that- that spider isn’t- isn’t so b- bad.” a slurring j john jameson heard over the high notes of mariah carey.

“buy me a milkshake and we’re even.” “deal.”

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐏𝐒𝟒!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: I dont know how detailed you'd like the request, but may I request a PS4 Parker x Ninja Reader. GN. They've been dating Parker for a little while and he wants to meet their family and Reader is really excited because their family means so much, but they're also nervous because usually people find Ninja clans intimidating. Bonus if he doesn't know they're a Ninja untill he gets there.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,030

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: PS4!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Ngl I struggled more with what to name this fic lmfao I hope you like it love! <33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It took a lot for you to be left baffled or speechless. It was a very limited occurrence. The first occurrence had been when Peter decided to spill the fact that he was New York’s Spider-Man. You had probably stared at him for a good half hour. After that you were left pacing back and forth in your living room as he sat patiently waiting for you to react. When you did, Peter had expected you to hit his shoulder.

“How could you keep this from me?” You had scolded him. Every news article and tv report where there had been a massive disaster resurfaced your memory. It worried you even more now knowing it had been him underneath the mask. Knowing that him, Peter, your Peter was out there risking his life and being a hero. That whole night was spent with Peter explaining himself and trying to make you understand all the reasons he didn’t tell you. One being for your own safety. The more evolved you were, the more leverage every bad guy with a vendetta against him had to use against him. He couldn’t risk it. So he kept his alter ego a secret.

The second occurrence was when you were both having a night in your apartment. You offered to cook while he picked something for you two to watch. Deciding on some early two-thousands movie, he got it ready to just press play, then stood up as he walked over to the small counter. He leaned his arms on it and tapped his finger against the wood. You had spared him a glance, smiling as he gave you a timid smile. You turned the chicken you had been cooking and leaned back from the stove to face him. Crossing your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s up?”

“Mmm…nothing why?” Peter stopped biting his lip and straightened up. His hands colliding and sliding against each other to ease his troubled mind.

“You’re doing that thing with your hands.” You giggled as you gestured to his fidgeting. “You only do that when something is on your mind. What’s up?” You leaned forward on your hands, opposite of him at the counter. He sighed, he rolled his eyes. Of course you could read through him. Five months strong and you had him read like a book by now.

“I just— It's not something you bring up a lot, and we’ve been together for five months now and it crossed my mind the day on patrol. So it got me thinking…stay open minded okay?” The corner of his lip lifted.

“Peter just say it!” You laughed. Your head shook, then urged him along with your hands.

“I want to meet your parents.” You leaned back this time. Your mouth opened and closed not knowing what to say. You stared down at the wood then back to him. Your eyes narrowed deep in thought. Peter could see the crease between your brows. He bit down in his lip. Eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or refusal.

“You— You want to meet my parents?” You gaped at him.

“Yeah!” He nodded. “I figured it was time ya know, but if you think now's not the right time. We could always wait until you’re ready. I just figured since you don’t really talk so much about them that’d you be against the idea. It was just a suggestion-“ You walked around the counter and brought your lips against his. Peter relaxed, sighing into the act of affection. He cupped your face gently, deepening the kiss further. When you had to breathe you pulled back bashfully. Touching your lips with a smile. Peter licked his lips, a smirk forming on his lips. He loved it when you got timid after enacting the first move. He brought his hands up to rub and soothe your arms.

“I didn’t think you’d want to.” You breathed out. “You really want to?” Peter saw a glint shine in your eyes. You were glowing with joy.

“Yes. I figured if anytime is the right time. It’s now.”

“Oh you don’t how happy I am to hear that. Oh god, okay!” You palmed your forehead, deep in thought. “When would we even do it? I’ll have to talk with my mother about scheduling a day. Her and my father are usually busy with— Oh my goodness, my brother. You’ll be meeting him too. I’ll have to give you a run down on him too. He’s usually busy too, but if I tell them that my boyfriend wants to meet them. Then surely they’ll clear time in their schedules. What would we even eat?” You started pacing back and forth. Peter watched with amusement as you started overthinking. “Oh that reminds me, I have to tell my mother not to put peppermint in any of the food she might make. Don’t want you having an allergic reaction in the middle of dinner.” You stopped to look at him then continued. “What else? Should we have lunch instead?” You frowned. Peter decided to stop you and placed his hands over your arms to hold you in place.

“Babe, you're doing that thing again.”

“What?” You looked up with big eyes.

“You’re overthinking things. I’m sure meeting them will be fine. From what you have said about them. They sound great.” He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. He then pushed past you to remove the chicken from the pan and put it into a bowl.

“Yeah…” You nodded trying to reassure yourself. “It’ll be fine.”

“What was it you said your family did again?” Peter asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you answered him. How the hell would you even tell him your family were well trained specialized assassins?

“Uh— they work in uh...private security.” You nonchalantly scratched the back of your head. Your face scrunched, not thinking he would believe you.

“Oh nice. Like for the mayor?” You closed your eyes, bringing your fist and elbow towards your chest in silent victory.

“Uh— ish.” You stared dead at a piece of lint on the floor. Oh boy he was in for it, alright.

You didn't know just how nervous you were until you had Peter with you at your doorstep. You had knocked a few times waiting for anyone home to answer, but when you reached for the handle. The door pushed open. You peeked your head in checking for any signs of life. You had every right to be cautious.

“Ma we’re home.” You called out. You hummed in wonder. You reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone. “That’s weird I told her we would be here earlier.”

“Maybe she forgot-” Peter began, but was startled.

You had heard the shout before you could fully register what they said. Your head had snapped to the voice then back to Peter in time to catch the star that was about to pierce through his face. Your boyfriend was close to dropping dead. Your heart rate was beating against your chest. You breathed in and out deeply to control yourself. Fear and anger had befriended your entire body. You spared a glance to Peter who just stared in shock at your hand in front of his face. His eyes up to his chest in surrender. He didn’t know what to do. You sheepishly looked away as you lowered the hand that caught the star, it was like three inches from his face. You examined it thoroughly and rolled your eyes. It was your mothers.

“Is everyone alive?” You frowned as your mother came into the living area. Her hands up in surrender, a grimace present on her face as she flinched at the ninja star in your hand.

“Hardly!” You yelled. “What were you thinking? You could have taken his eye out ma.”

“You said 6:30. It is 6:00!” She defended.

You let your face fall into your hands, shaking your head.

“I texted you!” You reminded her.

“What no you-“ She took her phone out to check. “You did not text me— Ma, Peter and I will be there at 6 instead— Oh.” She trailed off tucking her phone back into her back pocket. “Okay maybe you did…” She grimaced. She turned to Peter and welcomed him with open arms. “You must be Peter, may we move past my attempt to take your life?” She laughed as she patted his back. Peter chuckled nervously as he side eyed you in fear.

“S-Sure…” He nodded, letting her give him a hug. Though he stiffened when she voiced her motherly warnings.

“Good good…just know that’s only one way I can kill you. So treat them well.” She patted his arms gently. Then backed away from him. “Who’s hungry?”

Peter laughed nervously. He was practically sweating as he watched her head further into the house, possibly the kitchen, or the weapons room. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Your face fell into your palms. This was going to be a long night.

“Your mom seems nice...” He offered a smile, but he was just really pulling your ear.

“Wait till you meet my father. You’ll think he’s super nice.” You looped your arm with his as you led him to the kitchen. Peter took the star from your grasp. Raising it up to his face in disbelief.

“This is a ninja star.” He stopped before the kitchen doors. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Or correctly referred to as...The Shuriken. Throwing star.” You informed him.

“Ya know I had this gut feeling you were something but I never would have guessed a ninja.” Peter shook his head. “You being able to sneak up on me makes a lot of sense now.” He laughed.

“My family is, our clan really...I’m still in— training.” You trailed off, not wanting to tell him what your final test involved for your official initiation. “Also I can sneak up on you because you tend to let your guard down more when you’re out of the suit...not because I’m a ninja.” You smirked.

“Your family owns throwing stars. I thought these only existed in movies.” His eyes widened as he used the name of them correctly.

“No they exist.” You nodded. “Movies tend to be misleading though. Too exaggerated. We don’t wear masks or wear all black. We make use of disguises to blend in more with civilians. Makes striking our targets easier.” You smiled. “Besides, we don't just own throwing stars. We also learn how to throw them properly...” You took it from his hands before he cut himself.

“Can I see?” Finally settled down and intrigued. Peter grew excited.

“What? You want me to throw it?” You chuckled.

“Please.” He nodded and rocked on his heels.

“Okay fine...” You rolled your eyes, sighing. “Just this once, yeah.” You had fixed your stance and turned to face the front door where Peter had been standing before. You aligned your hand with the star next to your face, then let it fly forward. Peter zoned in on it spinning. It spun smoothly. You both anticipated for it to dig into the material of the front door, but you felt your heart sink when the front door opened.

You gasped. A hand over your mouth. Eyes widened in fear as your brother leaned back in time for the star to miss him and for your father to catch it.

“Did I forget to mention I’m still working on my time management?” You grimaced at Peter.

“Yup.” Peter closed his eyes.

“Y/N!” You grew smaller and smaller under their stern gazes.

“You- You could’ve killed me!” Your brother sputtered. He ran a hand over his hair subconsciously. He met your gaze again, pointing a finger at you. “This is why you’re in training!”

Peter stood awkwardly, biting his lip. Your brother noticed him and straightened out. He stepped forward holding a hand out. “Hey, nice to meet you. You must be Peter!” He exclaimed, then added. “How much did she pay you?” You scoffed, offended. You reached forward and started smacking the side of his shoulder.

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localspiderboy · 2 years

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Just a Call Away | PS4 Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Kinktober Prompt - Phone Sex

Summary: Peter has never needed to hear your voice more than right now.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, phone sex, talks about missing each other and not seeing each other for a while, helping peter finish over the phone, begging, dirty talk, male masturbation.

Word Count: 507

a/n: I'm gonna pretend like his new face model doesn't exist. Dark-haired peter parker supremacy. His new face makes him look 15. Not as long as I wanted it to be but I have a headache. Enjoy!

It’s been building up and up all day. His need for you. It didn’t start off sexual in nature, it was just a normal case of missing you while you were away on a business trip. How could he not? For the past year, you and your boyfriend hadn’t been separated for any longer than a day, and now you’ve been gone for two weeks. It’s been taking a toll on both of you.

You’ve dealt with it the best you can, sending texts back and forth about your day even if it’s just an emoji. Calls at least three times a day. He makes sure to take a break from patrol right when you’re having lunch so he won’t have to miss talking to you. Really in Peter’s opinion, this whole situation was your fault, you know how much he misses you how could you expect him to hear that comment you made about what you wanted to do to him when you got back home? And from your tone of voice, it wasn’t very family-friendly. It got Peter thinking about how he’d give anything to touch you, feel you. A very distracting thing to think about while trying to fight criminals.

All of the cultivated to this very moment. The nightly phone call from Peter came earlier than usual but was still very much welcome. You greeted him all cheery and excited and just hearing you say his name did more to him than he’d like to admit. “Hey y/n.” He couldn’t even get the whole thing, his voice was shaky. He had tried to blow off steam before your phone call but it became very evident that he needed your help and you were happy to be of service.

You immediately knew what he needed. Of course, you did. But we’re you going to give it to him easily? Well, that was entirely up to Peter. “Oh hon, you’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Your voice deepens, dark and sultry. He could finish by just listening to you talk. He probably will.

“Of course I was, I’m always thinking about you.”

Sweet boy. You think. “You know what I meant Peter. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing right now? What you were thinking about?”

“Was thinking about-” He curses. “I was thinking how much I miss you. Need you here with me, can’t touch myself like you can.”

“Yeah, Pete? I miss you too.”

“Miss you so fucking much baby.” He gasps, he’s imagining his hand as your own. Slowly stroking up and down his cock, his thumb slowly rolling over the tip. Trying to replicate what you do. The sounds coming through the speaker make your stomach clench. You wish you could see his face although the mental picture isn’t half bad.

“You need help don’t you baby?” He does. He really fucking does.

“Yes god...Please yes.” You smile, he sounds pitiful, your boy needs you, and you are there to help.

“I got you baby don’t worry.”

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citrinesparkles · 2 years

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popcorn and broken bones

peter parker x gender neutral reader. 469 words. notes: in honor of spidey's sweet 60th this year, i'm excited to officially add him to this blog's roster! happy birthday to my all time number one 🤟♥️🕸 (enabled by the ever lovely @magicalbeanie for my blogiversary!) warnings: food, discussion of injury, lord of the rings references

you set the bag of popcorn on his chest, tucked against the cast on his forearm, and crawled into bed beside him.

"want some?" propped up on your elbow, you reached into the bag and grabbed a few pieces.

he hummed an affirmative, watching you with a hint of a smile on his face. "yes please."

you brought the popcorn up, rolling your eyes affectionately when he opened his mouth wide with an exaggerated aaah sound.

you fed him the pieces from your hand before turning your attention back to the tv and grabbing a few pieces for yourself just in time to see a helmet hurtling towards the screen like a soccer ball, accompanied by a gut wrenching scream from the man behind it.

"you know," peter hummed, "apparently he broke two toes kicking that."

"so i've heard."

"didn't say anything until after the cameras stopped."

"mhm," you responded, feeding him another piece of popcorn. "very dedicated."

"yeah."

after a few minutes passed, you nudged him gently, drawing his attention from the screen. "how many bones do you think you've broken?"

"hrm," he muttered thoughtfully, gaze sliding up to the ceiling. "different bones? or do repeated breaks count?"

"repeated breaks count."

"ribs... toes... fingers... multiply by the sinister six, carry the four..." he trailed off before meeting your eyes with a grim look. "a lot."

you couldn't help a resigned laugh. "too many."

"probably." he shifted so that his good arm could reach the popcorn, grabbing a handful and tossing a piece into his mouth. "definitely more than anyone would recommend."

"i think the real question is how many you broke before the whole-" you mimicked a webshooter with your hand, aiming playfully at his face- "situation."

he chuckled. "hm... just one, i think. this finger," he paused to wiggle his pointer finger, "when i was about twelve."

"so, really, the rest of 'too many' weren't you breaking them. more like they got broken."

"i do enjoy blaming supervillains for things."

"they make it pretty easy."

"yeah," he grinned, "with all those crazy abilities, and the suspicious masks, and the property damage. makes them pretty easy targets. i mean, who does that stuff?"

he earned a fond eyeroll. "i was thinking more the hostage taking and murder, actually."

"even more reason to blame my many broken bones on new york's most villainous."

"exactly." with that, you scooped the end of the popcorn out of the bag and passed it to him before moving the bag itself onto his nightstand.

you scooted downwards, resting your cheek against his chest and sighing contentedly.

"comfy?"

"mhm. for somebody that's been broken into about four million pieces, you sure do make a good pillow."

he chuckled, draping his good arm over your shoudlers. "if only i could put that on my resumé."

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m0chaminx · 11 months

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Peter Parker | Snow Storm

*•.¸♡Request: hello! can i please request ps4 peter fluff? maybe just peter coming back from a long night of patrolling and being really needy and tired <3

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: none

*•.¸♡Paring: ps4 Peter Parker x GN!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Peter comes back from a night on patrol in the middle of winter. (This is straight up fluff)

*•.¸♡Words: 784

You raced around your small New York apart. Winter has surged through New York like it was intent on ruining your happiness and warmth. The heaters were broken, thank the landlord for that, and the small heat van had fallen from its place on your desk and broken against the hard floor in your hurried search. Search for what exactly? Peters's extra large black hoodie with a small spider symbol on the back, which you would never let him live down.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you found the hoodie in the stash of clothes you had stored in case Peter had decided to swing by. Just as you pulled the hoodie over your head your phone buzzed, its light shining through the darkness of your apartment. As you unlocked your phone you smiled softly, Peter's picture popping up in your messages.

Is your window unlocked?

It can be

PLEWASDE ITRS FREEZIUNG!!

ARE YOU SWINING AND TEXTING

IKLL BE OVER IN 5

You rolled your eyes and opened the latch to your apartment window before walking to the kitchen and putting a dozen pizza scrolls in the oven. As you walked back to the living area as Peter landed on the fire escape with a groan. He slipped through the window and flung his mask off. "Hello, hi, yes, you can kick me for this later," Peter rambled as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You squealed as the cold of his suit chilled through the hoodie and your now freezing cheeks.

"Peter! Peter, you're freezing!"

"But you're so warm!" Peter ducked his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Go have a shower you creepy bug," You hissed, slipping from Peter's arms. "Get warm!" Peter groaned and threw his head back. "I'll set up a movie, I already have food on."

"You're the best," Peter cooed before turning towards the hall.

"Uh, Peter. Mask." Peter paused to grab the mask that he stuck to the side of the window sill before locking the window and rushing to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later you had set up the living room, most of your night had been spent on the couch with Peter anyway so most of the pillows were out there.

The living room was arranged to create the ultimate movie-watching experience. The centrepiece of the room was a plush, oversized sofa, adorned with soft throw pillows in mostly black and blues shades. In front of the sofa, a sleek and modern entertainment centre stood proudly, housing a large high-definition television. Netflix already set up on the movies section, the remote tossed thrown onto the table in between.

The small coffee table was placed within arm's reach of the sofa, holding the pizza rolls and whatever else you had found in the pantry. A bowl of freshly popped popcorn, still warm and smelling of salty butter, was surrounded by an array of snacks and hot chocolate.

As you set up to sink into the sofa Peter hopped over the back of the couch, stealing your spot. One of the hot chocolates almost split but Peter quickly caught it. "Hey-"

Peter pulled you down into the couch, your chest falling against his as your legs kicked up over the arm of the couch. "Hello to you too." Peter laughed and in a moment of pure affection, his eyes met yours. With gentle anticipation, his lips drew closer, the world around you both fading into the background. Time seemed to stand still as their hearts beat in synchrony, brimming with tender emotions.

Peter's lips finally met yours in a soft, delicate kiss, a sweet connection that sent sparks of warmth and joy coursing through your bodies. It was a gentle caress, filled with tenderness and an undeniable sense of belonging. In that fleeting instant, everything else ceased to exist, and their love spoke volumes in the quiet language of that sweet, innocent kiss.

Slowly Peter drew back, but still closer enough that his nose brushed against your forehead as he pressed a quick peck to your skin. "Tough night?" You asked softly, your hands coming up to trace a small cut above his eyebrows that had already healed to a small mark.

"Just long," Peter complained, his head dropping onto yours. "Evey second mission Yuri sent me on was on the other side of the city. I spent most of the night swinging in the freezing snowstorm."

"Well now..." You pulled yourself closer to Peter so you could curl against his chest. "You can just relax and watch The Princess Bride."

"We watch that every time," Peter complained, his head falling back against the couch.

"You can choose next."

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Can I request Peter Parker (PS4 or Tasm) one shot with Reader who's constantly touching their skin. Like soft touches on his neck, arm, chest, or cheek and light pinches on his wrist. Reader does this as a kind of reassurance just to be reminded that Peter is there with them.

Bonus if Reader isn't really aware that they do this, but once it's brought up they realize it.?

A/n: yessss i chose TASM Peter cause why not! Hope you enjoy!!

Physical

TASM!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!reader

( summary: One day your boyfriend Peter decides to bring up your touchiness out of the blue and you’re worried you did something wrong )

warnings?: none just Peter fluff -- (f/f) means favorite flowers!

!-!more under the cut!-!

It was date night, and that meant movies and snacks and cuddles on the couch in your apartment. You practically giggled as you slid across the floors in your socks. Sliding your way into the kitchen, you grabbed a bowl of popcorn out of the microwave. Popping a few of the pieces in your mouth, you made sure to grab two water bottles on your way back to the couch. You sighed as you placed everything down and went through a mental checklist as you stared at everything on the table in front of you.

Popcorn, check.

Water, check

Sodas, check

Varieties of candy, check

Multiple movie options, check

blankets and pillow, check

A knock on the door rang through your apartment and you smiled at the sound. You ran to the door, almost slipping in the process, and flung it open.

"Peter!" Your boyfriend giggled as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. After a moment or two you stepped back to let him inside. Peter cleared his throat after you closed the door, looking at him you realized he held a bouquet of f/f in hand. "awww Petey..." You grabbed the bouquet and sniffed the flowers, taking in their natural scent. "You didn't think I was gonna show up empty handed did you?" You didn't answer, you only chuckled and shrugged with a smile. "Go pick out a movie I'm gonna get a vase for these guys." You lifted the bouquet slightly and he nodded and started to walk away only to have you grab his shoulder and pull him back pretty quickly. You kissed his cheek and let your hand run from his shoulder all the way down to his hand, you gave it a quick squeeze before leaving him standing in the foyer of your apartment.

He was thankful that you left and couldn't see the blush that was spread across his face even though he knows you would do nothing but smile at it. He picked a movie, situated himself on the couch and waited for you to come back which didn’t take long. When you did come back, you sat on the couch and immediately cuddled into Peter. "What are we watching?" He chuckled, "Back to the future." "Again?! Peterrrr," you whined and he laughed. "If you didn't want me to pick it again then why would you leave it on the table as an option?" You groaned and shrugged. "Cause' I know you like the movie..." you pouted, but a boop on the nose was all that was needed to turn it into a smile. "You can pick next time I promise." He looked into your eyes and your smile grew as you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Smiling at the blush that grew, you cuddled deeper into Peter as he clicked play on the Blu Ray remote.

Throughout the movie he'd feel you slowly rubbing your face against his arm or toying with his fingers, giving him light pinches on his hand, you were always so touchy with him and though he didn't necessarily mind it he always wondered why. Near the beginning of your relationship was when he'd noticed it, but he never said anything and just kind of went with it. Initially, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be as touchy as you were or if it was just something that you yourself did. Once again, it's not that he minds he's just curious as to why? Is there even a reason? Do you even notice you do it?

"Question," He started, still looking at the screen. Your eyes immediately went to him as he continued. "Why are you so touchy?" Your eyes widened and your touches on his hand immediately ceased, you stuttered out nonsense before deciding to just shut your mouth. You'd expected the question to be about the movie that Peter has seen a hundred times by now, a silly question that he already knew the answer to but was asking anyway so that he could explain it to you when you got the answer wrong. But this genuinely shocked you, was it a problem for him? You hadn't even noticed you were messing with his hands it was just instinct by now while the both of you were cuddling. His eyes widened when he realized how blunt that question came out and quickly dismissed any bad thoughts in your head, or at least he tried to. "Not that it's a bad thing! I was just wondering cause I've always noticed it and I was just curious. I swear." He took the hand that was previously messing with his and held it as reassurance. "I love your touchiness I promise." He smiled at you, though it dropped slightly as he realized you hadn't smiled back. "I hadn't realized.." Your face held confusion as you thought on his original question. A small smile tugged at your lips, though your eyes casted downwards. "I guess it's my love language? Like how I show my affection ya know?" You finally looked back at him and he nodded. "I guess I just like to know that you really are here with me, sometimes I tune out the movies completely and just focus on your hand or your face." You smiled as he laughed, "Well I am here with you, I promise..." He squeezed your hand and you leaned in to kiss his cheek. He kissed yours back, multiple times, his kissing going from your cheek to your jawline to practically anywhere he could get his lips. You laughed as he showered you with kisses, the movie long forgotten as the ending played in the background. "You're such a cutie." He said, pausing his kisses to stare in your eyes. A blush bloomed on his cheeks as he felt your hand ghost the back of his neck and go up into his hair as you hummed. "I love you." He kissed your lips once more,

"I love you too."

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drowninmagination · 2 years

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PREVIEW: sooner than later.

Part II

PS4 Peter Parker x gn! Reader

Note: second part in the works after ages and lots of rollercoasters in my life. I apologize in advance bc this will be a life-long project since I take so long to update lol but I enjoy writing this so much!!!

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"Ugh. The worst part" a huff escaped as they shut their eyes, biting their lips to recover from the syringe and Dr. Connors finished with one more injection to investigate some blood samples from their body. "Don't worry about the purple bumps. It's just a matter of time until we see real improvements" The doctor stood up from his laboratory stool and inspected their blood samples and other fluids from the procedure before heading to the close door with his ID-card "I will be right back. I need to take a closer look at these under the microscope." His eyes darted over his shoulder to (Y/N) with a cold smile which sent slight shivers down their spine. After all these years, they still didn't get used to this side hustle and felt their body changing with every procedure in an uncomfortable way, especially after today as they got a few more purple chemical fluids injected. "Don't move and stay here until I am back" Dr. Connors insisted after swiping his keycard through a terminal to open the door and headed out.

Silence filled the room and (Y/N) closed their eyes to lean back and took a moment to breathe in. "Just...one more month and your duty is done. Then all you have to worry about is continuing with university and handling even more annoying customers at the café... not everyone can be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man" they sighed to themselves quietly and felt their limbs relax on the cold steel surface.

After just three minutes of peace and quietness, an uncomfortable itch started to creep over their legs, where once purple marks started to turn into a more deeper tint and spreaded itself slowly all over their hips and abdomen. "Shit, what is happening-" (Y/N) didn't have a view at the lower parts of the body and just reached down with a hand to scratch their skin on the most affected spots, when they suddenly felt their fingers crack and twist. They winced and started screaming in pain uncontrollably as a dark force took over their body and stretched out their delicate figure into something bigger and muscular, as long and pointy black claws started to grow out of their recently blueish nailpolished nails and destroyed the surface underneath with a forceful grip. A pierceful screech echoed through the laboratory and any signs of a human body disappeared within seconds of a transformation which made (Y/N) unrecognizable and their stretched jaw resembled a huge lizard, ready to shred anything that comes between its teeth. The monstrosity broke free from the small sterile gown and broke through the thick walls to cause a huge chaos in the big city with a painful screech echoing through the streets of NYC this time.

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sergeanttpoliteness · 5 years

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➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝ hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

word count: 2.7k

a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve.

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

“I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man.

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement.

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot.

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back.

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”

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