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abibliophobiaa · 2 years

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Peter getting his wisdom teeth removed and just being super clingy and affectionate with reader, i love ur stuff btw :)))

thank you so much for this one! haha i love best friends to lovers with my whole heart. so hope you enjoy. 🤍🤍 only fluff ahead. fem!reader.

When Peter asks you to take him to get his wisdom teeth out, you’re more than willing to help. His Aunt May happened to be working a late shift last minute, leaving you to wait in the oral surgeon’s office as they take your best friend back into the operating room.

A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring down at his shoelaces intently.

“Did you know I have eight shoelaces? I guess I tied my shoes extra tight this morning.”

Double vision. That’s right.

“There’s two of you, too. Two is better than one, so they say.” He holds up two fingers in his excitement of seeing you, earning a giggle from the woman standing in the corner.

“Is he okay to go home?” You ask, moving closer to Peter. Snorting at the wads of gauze balled up in his mouth, garbling his speech.

“Yes, his surgery went great. The doctor gave a packet of what to expect during recovery. He should come back in a week or so to check up on his stitches, but other than that you are both good to go.”

At that, you gesture for Peter to get up off of the chair and grunt as he slams into your side. Feet very much that of a baby doe’s. Once he’s upright, you press into his side just to be extra safe and lead him toward the door the assistant opens for the two of you to pass through.

“Ha. There’s still two of you. Two of the prettiest person in the whole world.” He bops you on the nose, wrinkling his own in his laughter. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“Okay Casanova, let’s get you home.”

Getting him into the car proves to be interesting. He’s all gangly and floppy limbs. The sedation still making him unaware of his surrounding as you finagle him into the seat.

His legs remain on the outside of the car, fingers moving to turn the knob on the volume of the radio and raising it to an obscene volume as he shouts the words to the song through the cottony mouth he sports.

“But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not arounddddd…” He drums out the beat on the dashboard as you shove at his feet. “This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like thisss. Come back, be here. Come back—”

“Hey, hey. We don’t want to cause a public disturbance, now do we? Plus I think we should leave Taylor to do what she does best—”

You wave your hands in the air in your victory as you manage to get the rest of him inside the car and close the door shut.

“You know I met her, right? Nice lady,” he says as you drop down onto the driver’s seat and shift the car into drive.

“You mean Spider-Man met her.”

“Spider-Man. Schmider-Man. I’ll have you know I’m a great singer. Some people just don’t appreciate real talent when they hear it.” He pouts, reaching into his mouth to pluck the gauze from within his cheeks.

Your hand reaches out immediately to curl around his forearm. He stills. “You’re not supposed to take that out.”

“Oh. That’s right. I’m sorry.”

It’s the dejected tone in his voice that rips your heart down the middle as you pull into his Aunt’s driveway. You turn to look at him, noting the way his eyes roam your features.

“You gonna help me get you inside, big guy?”

His eyebrows waggle seductively at the ‘big guy’ comment and you don’t even want to know where his anesthesia addled mind runs off to. Can’t be anywhere good what with the way he’s eyeballing you like that. You chalk it up to him not being in his right mind and help him walk up the short distance to the home before leading him into his bedroom.

“Alright, into bed you go.”

“Trying to get me into bed, hmm, Daisy?”

Daisy for your favorite flowers growing up.

Your heart always skips when he says it—this time no exception. His sluggish smirk teases at the fact he recognizes the uptick as well. But you clear your throat and shove the emotions aside.

“Come on now.”

He does as told, lowering himself onto his back beneath the comforters. You manage to tug his shoes off as he cozies up and move to head back down the hall when he calls your name.

“Yes, Pete?”

“I’m tired. Can you come here?”

“It’s just the anesthesia. It’ll taper off,” you reassure him, hand gripping the doorframe.

His eyes go soft around the edges and you note the slight downturn of that full mouth. Groan and separate yourself away from the door as you climb into bed beside him. You both turn onto your sides, hands resting in between the two of you. His eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“No problem. Now try to get some sleep.”

He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable beside you. “Okay, okay. Night, Daisy. I love you.”

And then he’s out like a light. As if he never said those three words and left them suspended in the air between the two of you. You know it’s only the looseness of his lips due to what they’ve sedated him with, yet your mind races anyway.

You’ve felt something far outside the realm of friendship toward Peter for ages now. Months, really. The prospect of him ever feeling the same seems so unlikely. It doesn’t happen that way in real life, right? Not like in the stories or the movies where the best friends fall in love.

So you decide to shelve his words into a folder in your mind labeled “Not going to happen” and close your eyes.

When you wake, you’re a tangle of limbs with Peter. Legs intertwining. His thighs slotting between yours as he holds you from behind. Arm right around your waist. Cradling your back against his chest.

A slow, simmering nervousness begins to form low in your gut. This has certainly never happened before. And likely would not be happening were it not for the lingering after effects of his surgery.

“What’s wrong?” A voice asks from behind you, warm breath seeping against the back of your head.

“Uh…oh, I don’t know. We’re cuddling might be a start?”

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

That’s…new. Interesting.

You settle back against him, reaching over onto his night stand to grip your phone in hand. A picture of Peter with flowers in a halo around his head and a smile on his face greets you. Your profile is in the picture as well. Caught in a half laugh.

You notice the new text message from Aunt May and slide the phone open. Immediately earning the attention of Peter as he peers over your shoulder and notices you’ve sent a video of him to her. Plus the dozens of laughing face emojis she sent you in reply.

“What’s that?!”

“Oh, you mean your performance to all of New York in the key of screeching cat in a back alley?”

“Let me see that!”

He reaches around you to grab at the phone, earning a shriek from you as you flip over onto your stomach to hide the phone from him.

“I’m keeping this forever. You will not ruin this for me, Park—”

You break off into a fit of laughter as wiggling fingers catch your side and the phone shifts as you flip onto your back to shove at your fiendish, brown-haired attacker.

“You’re supposed to be resting!” You argue, shoving his thigh with your foot so he’s no longer hovering over you and instead slipping backward a bit further on the bed.

In his momentary lapse of attention, you grip the phone and slide it down your shirt. AKA, no man’s land for Peter Parker. He notices this, groaning as he falls foreword and rests his head against your thigh.

“How bad was I?”

“You thought you had eight shoelaces. You performed a beautiful rendition of Taylor Swift’s ‘Come Back…Be here.’ Was beautiful really. Really felt all the emotions with that one. Didn’t know Spider-Man was a Swiftie.”

He groans again. “You’re the one who played the ‘All too Well’ ten minute version so many times I ended up learning all the words. Just so happens the rest of the album is really good too. Sue me.”

“You also told me I was the prettiest girl in the world.” You bite your lip.

Might as well see where this goes.

His head lifts at this. “I mean, that one I could have told you while not under anesthesia.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Yeah? It’s just…you never have. Told me, I mean.”

His smile softens. Fingers curl around your wrist as he shifts his legs beneath him and settles down beside you. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” And then he’s the one burning up in the face. “Did I say anything else?”

“Nope. That was all.”

Lie.

“You sure?” He asks.

Your head dips once. “Yup.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, right?”

You curl your own feet beneath you. Sitting up in front of him. Your fingers toy with the leg of his shorts mindlessly.

“You know how I can drink and not really feel anything at all from it? Or how I heal ridiculously fast. Or just the fact my senses are enhanced overall?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

You glance up again, noting the way he’s looking at you.

All soft gazes and slow smiles. His morning sleepiness still clinging to those serene features. He’s so annoyingly handsome even like this. You fight the urge to reach your fingers forward and trace the line of his cheek. Just to see how it feels beneath your palm.

“When I asked you to lay down with me I felt ninety-nine percent myself.”

“Oh.”

“I…uh, love you, Daisy. Have for a while now honestly. You know it, don’t you?”

And maybe you have always known, in a way. Peter’s never said it so much as in words but in actions. His endless caring for you. The way he’s always there to lend an ear. The simple fact he’s the person you run to everything for. Your safe space. The brightest ball of light in human form to walk into your life.

“I love you, too, Pete.”

It’s not awkward. Lightning doesn’t crash down and strike you like you imagine it might. It’s almost normal. Nothing changes. Not really. There’s just a quiet understanding.

“So where do we go from here?” He asks.

“You go and gently brush your teeth. Because I want to kiss you, but you just got a few teeth removed from that stubborn head of yours. And then you get to ice your face all day and watch Netflix.”

“With you?”

“No, with your neighbor. Now go, go!”

Some time later, the two of you are sprawled out together watching endless episodes of your favorite TV show. You rest between Peter’s thighs, back against his chest as a laptop rests on your lap. Midway through an episode you turn your head and smile into Peter’s lips as they claim your own. Soft and inviting. Sweet and pliant beneath your own. He moves to press a kiss into your brow after, brushing a hair away from your cheek to tuck it behind your ear.

“Can I see the video you sent Aunt May now?”

“I will not accept kisses as bribery.”

“But can you be convinced?” He bats his eyelashes in jest.

“That is to be determined.”

He kisses you again. One, two, three times. A whisper of I love you against your skin.

“How about now?” He whispers.

You huff. “Fine, Peter Swift. Just know I warned you and I’m not deleting it ever.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daisy.”

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heartsia · 7 months

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Peter 1, Peter 2 and Peter 3 120x120

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 masterlist (discontinued ☹️)

This was very sudden decision but I decided to hopefully commit and do this :) not all this may be top gun so there may be a few surprises :) I’d you would like to be tagged join my taglist! (Also days may change) the first day will be on October 6th and I will add to this list :D

1. Pet play-Bradly Bradshaw x reader (Gn!reader)

2. Bondage-iceman x fem!reader

3. Breeding-Bob x reader (fem/Afab)

4. Pegging-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

5. Aphrodisiac-bradley bradhsaw x reader (fem/Afab)

6. Biting/blood-Vampire!Jake x Vampire!Mav x gn!reader

7. Choking-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

8. Overstimulation-Maverick x reader

9. Mommy/daddy kink-Ethan hunt x reader

10. Camming-cam!girl reader x bradley x Jake

11. Praise-Jake x fem!reader

12. Holding-Matt Murdock x reader

13. Dry humping-Rooster x reader

14. Double penetration hangman x rooster x reader

15. Roleplay Chris knight x reader

16. Dumbifacation iceman x reader

17. Anal sex- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

18. Public play

19. Cock warming-Maverick x reader

20. Spanking

21. Oral sex

22. Period sex

23. Mask kink

24. Wax play

25. Knife play

26. Boot worship

27. Degradation

28. Thigh job

29. Vouyerism

30. Exhibitionism

31. Predator and prey

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spiderversebigbang · 10 months

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Midnight Phone Call (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Summary: You’re harboring feelings for close friend and classmate Peter Parker. But a few night time texts could possibly ruin the friendship.

Warnings: Some swearing, anxieties about unreciprocated feelings

A/N: Hi! This was a small blurb I wrote inspired by Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow! I watched NWH today and was in my Peter feels, so enjoy!

High school would be a drag if it wasn’t for Peter.

If Peter Parker weren’t sitting next to me in history, I’d forget to write my name on all my papers. He’s the one that saves me from hour-long chemistry homework. Peter Parker gives me charred brownies May made the night before because he thinks I needed them. He’d walk me to my classes even if he didn’t share the class with me.

But high school caused me to like Peter. High school causes me to have this overwhelming, full-blown crush on Peter. High school keeps Peter Parker around me almost all day 5 days a week. High school forces me to suffer because of my feelings.

It was exhausting.

For a while, I shoved the crush down. I wouldn’t let any of my happy, flirty thoughts reach my brain no matter how much I tried. I resisted reading into situations. Lately? If I don’t think of Peter at least once a minute I’d be worried my brain shut down. There have been so many different situations in the past week that have been too close for comfort. By that, I mean, too coincidental for the said situation to happen between friends.

Last week for instance.

During lunch period, the cafe was loud and rowdy. This was nothing new for Midtown. Except for the craziness this week was caused by the new cupcakes the lunch ladies were serving. Almost everyone in the school had purchased one. Who could blame them? The chocolate goodness frosted with rich cream cheese ice cream was too good to turn up. Both Peter and I got one. We’d heard good things from the previous lunch block!

Peter finished his cupcake almost instantly. He’d basically swallowed the whole cupcake in one bite. I, however, was a slower eater. I’d barely finished my regular lunch by the bell. Midtown has a strict rule, however, that you can’t eat outside of class. Although I paid 50 cents for the cupcake, I’d be damned if I was going to waste it. I shoved the rich, chocolatey goodness in my mouth and chewed it on my way to class with Peter.

However, once we got to calculus, Peter glanced over at me. A boyish grin spread across his face.

“Hey,” He nudged me with his elbow. The soft cotton of his long sleeve rubbed my bicep causing me to jump a little.

I looked at him, the bell ringing. “What?”

His smile never left his face. “You got a lil’ something,” Peter pointed to the right side of my face. His pointing was vague so I placed my hand on my cheek. “No. Not there. Here, I’ve got it.” Peter his hand to the corner of my lip and wiped off a smudge of bright pink frosting I had sitting on my face with his thumb. He then brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the small bit of frosting off of it. Once he was satisfied, he removed the appendage from his mouth with a small pop.

“Oh…thanks,” The heat I felt on my face was unbearable. I couldn’t look at Peter for the rest of the class. Riddle me flustered.

Now, I lay staring at my calcium-stained ceiling at 12:30 in the morning with nothing other than my thoughts. That was too much to bear. It was a Friday night. Everyone with a social life from Midtown was out partying at Flash’s house. I was sure of it. It was almost a weekly routine at this point. Nobody talks to each other in class but once schools out…major parties happen and then the cops are called.

Not Peter though.

He’s always awake at this time. Not partying, that’s not really his scene. His reason was unexplained. Whenever I asked, he’d say he was studying for a quiz or test coming up. I knew he was lying though. We share most classes, so when there was a quiz I’d know. At this point, I’ve chalked it up to being something personal for him. I’m not going to force it out of him. Especially if he’s this adamant about not telling me.

12:37l Hey…you up?

A typing bubble on Peter’s behalf popped up immediately. He was a fast responder. If I ever needed anything, big or small, I could text him and count on him replying fast.

PI 12:37I Yeah. What’s up?

Well. Shit. I didn’t really think this through. I had no plan. I needed a plan for something like this. It’s sad that I do. Before I realized I had these feelings for Peter, I could talk to him about anything at any time. But now? I can’t get two sentences in without stuttering. He’ll reply to things I say and I’ll always, without fail, find a way to read into his response. Finding a hidden meaning. It’s a blessing and a curse.

12:39I Can I call you?

I throw my phone down and rapidly stand up once I press send. This shouldn’t be so stressful. Should it? I’ve never had a serious crush before. Let alone on a close friend. What if this ruins the entire friendship? What if May doesn’t like me? Well, she’s already met me. She seems to like me. Unless she secretly despises me. Does she secretly despise me? Is she using her kindness as a ruse? I’m pacing around my room, hands on my hips. My pajama shorts were falling down due to all the movement, despite them being tied. Was it kind of annoying? Yeah. But the butterflies in my stomach were trumping that slight annoyance.

Focus.

The calm facade of sirens and car honks in New York City was disturbed by the happy chirping of my phone. I froze in place from my pacing. I felt like a deer in headlights. Do I let it ring through? No. I shouldn’t. I’m the one that asked Peter to call. You did this to yourself. Follow through.

It took me a moment to find my phone. Due to me launching up from my bed, it was tangled in the jungle that was my comforter. I was only able to find it due to my phone screen turning on with each ring.

Don’t be a pussy.

I swipe the green ‘answer’ button on my cracked screen. “Hello?”

“Hi!” Peter’s voice boomed through the speakers. He was far too cheery and energetic for it being 12:40 in the morning. Or maybe I’m being far too critical and gloomy. Yet, I can’t be mad at his happy tone. Hearing his voice, even if we were just on a phone call, made me feel far less alone “Did you see the moon tonight? Look out your window. It’s gorgeous tonight.”

I obliged to Peter’s request. He was right. The large, white figure truly illuminated New York City’s skyline. The glow of the moon reflected off of the small stream by my house. It was a picture-perfect moment.

“Yeah, it is.”

Peter cleared his throat. “So, what’s got you up late? Something has gotta be on your mind if you asked to call.” Peter whispered. Besides his initial greeting, Peter kept quiet on our rare phone calls. May doesn’t like him up too late. She isn’t super strict about it. However, her room was right next to his and their walls were nearly paper thin. She valued her sleep and didn’t want it interrupted by Peter’s lousy conversation skills.

I took a deep breath. “Honestly, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Well, you’ve got me on the phone. I can read you a story if you’re struggling to sleep? I know you never finished the Harry Potter series. I could read you the books that you left off on?” Peter offered. Lord, if only Peter Parker knew how fluttery that offer made you feel. “Or maybe I can read you one of those freaky Edgar Allen Poe poems MJ loaned me. I’ve been too scared to get through them alone. You’re the person I need to push myself to read them.” “I love you.” I blurted.

And then hung up. Smart thinking! Go me!

Peter instantly tried to call me back. My phone screen turned on once more, showing the picture of Peter and I at NY Comic Con from last fall. His dorky smile paired with his lame Luke Skywalker cosplay was enough to have me immortalize the picture as my lock screen. I huffed. Was that a good idea? Probably not. Definitely not. Yet, I did it. With no thought about the consequences. Christ, school on Monday was going to be awkward. I waited around a minute, allowing the call to ring through. I didn’t touch my phone for another 5. I was mortified. Frozen in place, still standing where I was when I accepted Peter’s first call. I was staring at the wall, waiting for something crazy to happen. Maybe this was a dream? I’d wake up in 5…4…3…2..,1…I look down at my arms and see them still holding my phone. Shit. This is reality.

Maybe Doctor Strange can magic me out of this?

My phone buzzes once more. It’s not a phone call this time, though. It’s a text. Nobody else is awake, besides the Midtown partiers who I don’t talk to. I’m not making enough noise for it to be either one of my parents texting me to quiet down. That meant it must be Peter. Amazing! Being let down over text would be a nice memory to tell my 50 cats when I’m 90 and rotting away.

PI12:49I Don’t go and leave me so easy :(

My phone buzzed again.

PI12:50I You didn’t even let me reply dickhead.

I have to deal with the consequences. I open the texts, seeing the previous messages from the day we’ve shared. After a deep breath, I pressed the call button on the top right of the screen. The call rang once before Peter answered.

“I love you too, idiot.”

I smiled. “I’m glad I called you tonight.”

I heard a slight chuckle on the other end. “Me too,”

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 11 months

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oddlykilledghosts · 1 year

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Just Thought I’d Drop In - Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Late and lost on your first day of work as a journalist at the Daily Bugle (J. Jonah Jameson will have to store up on cough drops and tea to protect that voice of his from yelling at you too much) you are saved by Spider-Man before getting mugged for your prize laptop

🕷️You and Peter are both freshly out of college! A little more comic based and general than solely about what we’ve seen in just one of the screen adaptations, so feel free to imagine any of the Spider-boy actors as our leading man here 🕷️

✎another idea I revamped and rewrote so hopefully you guys like it!

Word Count: 4.4k

Pairings: Spider-Man x reader, Peter Parker x reader

There were a lot of things that went wrong on the streets of New York City. And, sure, a big number of them caused the (somewhat secret) population of vigilantes and superheroes to call the concrete jungle their home. But a common trouble, you had found, was not its residents getting lost. Everyone had told you, over and over, it’s a grid system. It’s not hard. You’ll be fine, they would muse happily, never really knowing how deep your lack of direction went. But you were the one who wanted to move to New York during college, live out your dreams and become a journalist for the big apple. Really though, at the moment as you wandered the streets, all you could hear was your mom’s words echoing and bouncing around in your head. She’d warned you a multitude of times that superheroes just meant more trouble, and NYC attracted them like magnets. You had countered that superheroes protected people from crime, it just seemed like there was more of it because they brought it to light. Even so, in the present, the sun was shining brightly overhead as you let the idea of being a headline yourself slip from your mind as you used your phone to try and navigate yourself back into the right direction of your job.

It was your first day at the Daily Bugle as a real journalist. At least you hoped it would be, if you could find the way to get there. Your new apartment didn’t seem that far from the building when you had scoped it out beforehand, but now it seemed that you had miscalculated. Trailing the street signs, your eyes finally fell back upon your phone, trying to think of where you had unfortunately ended up. It had to be around here somewhere, you thought to yourself miserably. You put in the address again, just to be sure. Then, as you pressed the “go” button (for what felt like the fiftieth time that day with all the wrong turns you had made) your phone pinged and a monotone voice resembling a British woman told you to take a right. And a second later, nothing, the voice sputtering and fading as the screen on your phone blinked out.

Great, you thought. Just the perfect time for your phone to die.

Yeah, you were definitely going to be late.

Cold air whipped across your face as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and looked up from the dead brick the device in your hand had become. The wind had picked up suddenly and your hair flew wildly into your face as you looked around at your surroundings. Great, you thought for the second time, it wasn’t familiar at all. You thought back to your phone and how far it said the destination was. Was it fifteen minutes or fifty? You couldn’t have been that far off the mark. Yes, you had wanted to try a new coffee shop that you had seen the other day and that had been a mile or so off the course, but it couldn’t have thrown you off that much. As you continued to look around, the streets that appeared normally busy were now empty in comparison. Only a few millings of people were walking around busily.

"Excuse me." Said a low, dark gravelly tone. The voice that spoke didn’t sound very polite, contrary to its choice of words, and your heart sank to the soles of your feet. Maybe your mom had been right, (about a lot of things but) mostly that you should’ve roomed with that one friend of yours. You could’ve walked to work together. Made a morning out of it. Would’ve been a lot safer that way since crime had gone up the past couple of months. You always brushed it off and told her she watched too much of the news. Says the reporter.

Hesitantly, you turned around to face the gruff voice and it seemed laughable how much his appearance had matched your imagination. Classic depiction of one of Wilson Fisk's thugs. The city was crawling with them. Honestly, the news outlets were over their head in reporting what Fisk was doing to the city (which was partly why you had gotten the open position at the Daily Bugle). It also didn’t help that it wasn’t a secret that Fisk liked to threaten reporters. Even so, the man in front of you didn't seem as sophisticated as Fisk’s guys were usually described (but were never actually caught on camera). Maybe just a regular thug, you thought. For a second your mind even had the faintest idea that this would make a great story for the Bugle. Crime Hitting SkyRocket Heights As Reporter Gets Assaulted In Broad Daylight, the title could read. No, you decided, maybe that’s a little long. It would have to be worked into something more catchy.

He wasn't very tall and he didn't even look as scary as he could’ve. You could even tell that he had cut himself shaving that morning on his left cheek. Maybe you could take him, you thought. You had your wits and were quick enough. Then your heart sped up as adrenaline slowly entered your bloodstream, stopping only slightly as you glanced down and saw the gun in his hands. Your idea flatlined slowly with an incessant tone in your head that told you to get out of there.

Trying your best to sound tough, you lowered your voice and held your own, "What do you want?"

He nodded his head towards your bag. Your eyes widened. Your laptop. Everything…practically your whole life was on that device. Including the story that had gotten you hired. An exposé on Spider-Man defeating one of Fisk’s hideouts. The appliance would’ve been sold for a pretty penny too. Your parents had given it to you for graduating and getting the journalist job. It was priceless to you, but you were sure the thug in front of you could find a price that fit his needs.

You let out a nervous chuckle as your eyebrows furrowed, "I don't think so." Were you really ready to die because of a laptop? Your boss, J. Jonah Jameson, would’ve probably liked to think you were ready to lay it all on the line for the story on the ‘spider-menace’ that was stored there. You hadn’t given Jameson the whole thing, obviously, and if this guy wiped your laptop clean the story and the evidence you had found would be gone forever.

If you had been sure the man in front of you could’ve been one of Fisk’s goons, you would’ve been more suspicious at his inherent knowledge of you having something valuable in your bag. The evidence you had on Fisk could blow the case wide open. But muggings happen every day in New York. Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Definitely the wrong time though, as you were still late to work.

He raised his gun towards your face, hiding it partially in his long jacket sleeves, and backed you towards an alley between two shops on the street you were on. At the end of the stretch was a saddening dead end. It seemed to glare at you as a disappointing parent would. "Sweetheart, let's not do something we’ll regret."

"Don't." You backed away, staring him in the eyes all the way, and then stopped when your back finally hit the wall. "Call me." What were you getting yourself into? "Sweetheart."

You saw his fingers twitch towards the trigger. I'm going to die as an idiot, you thought, a big fat idiot who thought that I could fist fight a guy with a gun. You closed your eyes, now clutching your messenger bag with all the life you were about to lose, and readied yourself for the inevitable blow.

Thwip

After a few seconds of squeezing your eyes shut, thinking that the bright lights you saw behind your eyelids were the sweet, sweet afterlife…the end never came. Surprised, you slowly opened up your eyes. The gun was gone and yet the mugger’s arm was still aimed forward at you as if he was about to play a mean game of pretend (maybe a fitting game of Cops and Robbers). You followed his gaze, which had become less intimidating and more disoriented, where his eyes were now looking up towards the roof of the building behind you.

Thwip

And with a single blink, you almost missed it. The thief flew into the air and was covered with webs, conveniently sticking him to the side of the building parallel to you. And then, as if by a woosh of fresh air he was suddenly replaced by a familiar masked face you had used in almost all of your work. Spider-Man.

The spider landed in front of you, gracefully bracing the impact, and looked at you through his mask. It was unfortunate that you couldn’t read his expression through the material, but watched as he went to cross his arms and lean against the wall opposite you, "Lucky I got here in time, got yourself in quite the mess there.” His voice was jokingly cocky, but somehow pleasant. It touched somewhere in your memory receptors, as if you had heard it in familiarity before. Witnesses had said this before, that the amazing Spider-Man acted as if though the people he saved and himself were already close comrades. Maybe that was it. Also to experience someone you had recently written about talking to you so casually threw you off. Someone who had also been able to take down too many to count of Fisk’s thugs…easily.

“I could’ve handled it.” You said, jutting your chin out. Then realizing self-consciously, you finally let go of the death grip you had on your bag and straightened up your posture to one with more confidence. Mental notes started flurrying in your brain and you were struggling to capture every detail. This had to be a story. A first hand account, relayed through the Daily Bugle. Jameson would go crazy. And whilst that may be true, it wasn’t like you could whip out a notebook in front of the guy and start taking notes on what he was like up close without seeming like a complete and utter psycho. Every blink acted, to you, like the shutter of a camera. Hopefully, you would be able to remember this all later.

He held his hands up and laughed, “Didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Tomato Tomahto.” You ignored the fact that he was right. You most definitely needed his help and weren’t surprised at how very thankful you were for the fact that he had been there to save your life. But with the shock that still pulsed through your heart, you stayed quiet. In such a quick moment, you’d thought you would be dead. And yet, here you were talking to a superhero.

“You work for the Daily Bugle, right?” Spider-Man asked naturally, as if it was information everyone knew.

“How’d you know that?” A pause while you thought, eyeing the not so obvious Daily Bugle patch on your bag, “I’m barely official.” Your heart in your chest, still pumping vigorously with a rush, skipped one beat and then continued.

“Do you want me to say I’ve got eyes everywhere, or that I just happen to keep my eyes on reporters who have their eye on me?” So Spider-Man knew who you were. He probably even knew of your first story you ever did on him, back when you were still in college. You shuttered, it wasn’t badly written, it just needed more concrete facts. Hopefully, you were wrong and Spider boy here just knew about you and the sensitive information you had gathered on Fisk that corroborated his takedown. With luck, he didn’t have extensive knowledge on all the stories you had written about him in your so far, short career.

“You know a way to get there? I got lost." A pause. "Laugh all you want.” Plainly, you admitted this. It was better than lying at least. But you squinted at him, as if to try and read his face better (albeit through the mask).

The guy behind the mask chuckled, happy to oblige to your latter statement, “I don’t even want to think about how you managed to get this lost.”

“So you know where it is.” You huffed. Of course Spider-Man knew where it was, J. Jonah Jameson practically hated him and revered him as a danger to society as we know it. Keep your ‘enemies’ close, as they say.

Spider-Man pretended to check his watch, “You’re way past late, but I bet I can make up for it.” There was an obvious smirk laced in with his words, even through his mask.

“What are you-aaaAAAHHHHHAH-” Before you could say more, the infamous spider grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him, shooting a web up to the top of the buildings and towards the sky. Your breath hitched and your heart hammered in your head as it looped around your body, but your eyes stayed open wide as you watched New York hum around you in a blur. You had seen this on TV, him swinging around the city, but experiencing it was slightly more terrifying. Suddenly, with each dip you gripped onto the superhero with more and more vigor, hoping that your fingers weren’t clawing into his back too hard. He said a few things while in the air, but it was muffled out through the wind and through you being much too anxious to be able to listen properly. You’re sure though, at first, that he had asked if you were okay.

All of a sudden, you had to keep blinking to believe it was true. That, and to keep bugs from flying into your eyes. It felt like a whole different New York, happening and unfolding so quickly around you. Each dip from the swing caused you to hear snippets of loud conversations and honking of cars and police radios going off. And then when you were closer to the tops of the sky scrapers, it all quieted and peace surrounded the air. But it was all New York. It was all alive. However much fear this was causing your heart, you wanted to experience this forever. It felt accelerating, and like nothing you had ever undergone before.

And then suddenly the movement stopped and you were still holding on to the masked vigilante, with your face hiding in his shoulder after making its way there during the swinging around New York bit. After a beat, he finally said, “You can let go now, we’re on what appears to be pretty solid ground.”

A warmth crept into your cheeks, and you were suddenly glad the icy winds had picked up again to hide your blush, as you unattached yourself from the hero and stepped onto the building’s open roof. “Sorry.”

“Happens to new web-slingers all the time, don’t sweat it.” He said this charmingly, as if it were true that this was a normal occurrence. A little smile crept onto your lips as you decided to take his word for it, thinking about whether or not the Daily Bugle’s readers would like to know that Spider-Man took people for joyrides (joy-swings?). You would add for his benefit that this was only in dire situations, of course.

As you looked at the new setting you had stepped onto, you realized you were on top of a building. The press building where the Daily Bugle now operated out of. Instead of acting shocked in a ‘this doesn’t seem real way’, you asked jokingly, “Was I really that far away? It seemed like an awful lot of…what did you call it web sw-”

“Web-slinging.” Spider-Man finished for you, seemingly feeling accomplished in what he named his activity. “And yeah, you were pretty far gone. I’d say it was a gift being able to get that lost, but it’s-”

“More likely a curse. I know, my mom tells me everyday.” You completed for the masked man in front of you.

He raised his arm again as a way to feign checking his watch, and let out an upbeat, “Whew!” with a breath and then continued. “Well, I better be off. By the way…the door needs a little kick to open it,” He pointed to the rooftop exit to the left of where you were standing, and wind still blowing your hair in uncontrollable ways, your gaze followed his direction. When you looked back at him, he was standing on the ledge of the roof, ready to swing off again. “Till next time.”

“Hopefully then I won’t be in too much trouble.” You shouted over the wind.

“Don’t be so sure.” Spider-Man shouted back, laughing and giving you a little farewell of a nod, and then launched himself over the side of the building.

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When you finally moved, after standing staring at the spot he had left, you found he was right about the door. You did have to hit it a few times to get it to nudge open, but you were concerningly unsurprised how he knew it was unlocked. Even so, you would fail to later tell anyone of the missed inspection of the rooftop door from which you had gotten in. The first rule of journalism was to know what questions to ask and when. But a new rule entered your mind, which was to keep your mouth shut about something that could provide Spider-Man any minuscule amount of help, especially after saving your life. You figured there was a reason he knew about the door and you owed him that much. At least with seeing how you were already planning to write a story about your short interaction with him.

Creeping your way down the stairs, careful not to alert security of the way you had gotten in (a journalist also had to know when others would ask questions that they didn’t want being answered), you made your way to the floor where your new cubicle awaited you at the Daily Bugle’s press office. It was a good thing it was located on one of the higher levels because you found it rather quickly and were relieved you didn’t have to troop yourself down countless flights of stairs. But when you got to the entrance, you froze in awe. Leading to the offices were these two large glass doors, soaring much higher than your own height. On it read, simply, ‘Daily Bugle’ with its signature horn between the words. Underneath, it read in a smaller font, ‘New York’s finest daily paper’. Bodies bustled inside behind the glass and you heard the melodic sound of ruffling papers and hurried voices.

What brought you back to reality, though, was someone bumping into you from behind and dropping what seemed like thousands of pictures of Spider-Man. Pictures you recognized. Pictures that were going to go hand in hand with your expertly crafted exposé. Immediately guilty, you leaned down and helped the stranger retrieve them from the ground. Only, when you looked up and locked eyes with the owner you smiled in realization, warmth entering your face. “Pete! Oh I’m so sorry. Are you just getting in? I have so much to tell you.” Then looking down at the prints in your hands you started to look through them as you got up, “I could probably actually use one of these for the new story I’m working on. Jameson might hate it but-”

“Whoa, what’s got you in a rush?” Your colleague chuckled as he too stood up, pictures in hand, though he wasn’t looking at them as intently as you were with the ones in your own hands. From an outsider’s perspective, it would’ve been obvious he looked more intently at you then anything else; although you seldom noticed. You did notice, however, that his hair was more unusually disheveled and his jacket was inside out. But you, kindly, didn’t say anything.

You breathed in and let your friend guide you to your combined cubicle. His name flashed on the panel where you had to scan your ID. Peter Parker. When you sat down, you felt more relaxed. You and Peter had sat in similar seats for over a year and now you both sunk into them with a sense of normality. Before the Daily Bugle had moved to this building, you had become interns together while still in college and made a fast friendship, putting his pictures and your words together in an effort to make front page stories. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t really your first day at the Daily Bugle. But it was your first day in this building, and with a real job.

“Well,” You started. “I just had the craziest morning.” And then you eyed the clock, almost ready to bury your head in your hands and make a run back out the door, “And Jameson is so totally going to kill me for being late.”

Peter laughed again and lifted his camera from his bag, clicking through some pictures you couldn’t see from your seat, “I’m sure he’ll put me through the ringer too. We’ll go down together.”

You both waited a second, as if speaking of your boss would’ve caused him to appear out of thin air and strangle you both on counts of tardiness.

Then, because nothing happened, Peter leaned slightly on his desk after putting his camera down and looked at you, scanning your face for something. Even though you were a reporter, there were a lot of subtle clues you missed about Peter Parker. Really, it could all be chalked up to the fact that the both of you were so comfortable with each other that you hadn’t had any thought to question Pete’s little oddities. After another second of eyeing you, maybe for signs that you were going to break down, Pete spoke, “Maybe later we can talk about this new story of yours, and I can show you all the good ways to get here so you won’t be late. Shortcuts are my specialty.”

You smiled, peeking at the boy out of the corner of your eye while you got out your laptop. You had to submit the Fisk exposé to Jameson today, and it had to be perfect. Especially to make up for your recent tardiness. “How did you know I was late because I got lost?”

“Didn’t, till just now.” Pete chuckled, pushed his unkempt hair back from his face and continued. “Anyways, you have a terrible sense of direction. Is your phone even charged?”

Grumbling a soft, “No.” you dug around in your bag for your dead phone and handed it to your friend who had already gotten out his own charger. As you watched him carefully plug it into your phone, you thought for a second. Here, you had almost just died, and you were letting Peter Parker read you like a book without giving him anything but a friendly thought. Peter Parker who was cute and nerdy and liked you. “So, would this be like…a date?”

Peter, who was now leaning down and trying to plug in the device without removing himself from his chair, “Huh?” He almost hit his head on his desk.

When he reemerged, you asked again, “Peter, would this be a date? You showing me around the city?” You tried to keep your face from smiling too wide by typing away busily on your laptop.

Peter smiled sheepishly, and only by sitting so close as you were would you be able to notice the tint of blush coming out under his cheeks, “You live here, I don’t need to show you the whole-” But now you were looking at him with a, don’t act dumb look. He corrected himself and answered your question, “Not if you don’t want it to be.”

“I want it to be.” This, you said with a sense of satisfaction. Then, “If I have you, I won’t need Spider-Man to save my life because I got lost.”

Peter, who you thankfully didn’t notice was faking, acted surprised and somewhat impressed, “Spider-Man had to save your life today?” He didn’t want to press too hard on your opinions of Spider-Man. Did you think he was cool? Sexy? Smart? All of the above? Did you think he felt strong when you held on to him? Of course, he (as in Peter) didn’t know that you held on to him so of course mentioning that was out of the question. What did you think of the upgraded suit? He (as in Spider-Man) definitely saw you blush, right? Did you like Spider-Man? You’d rewritten plenty of stories on him, that’s for sure.

Nonetheless, none of this came out of Peter’s mouth. Instead, he waited for you to speak again.

“It was crazy. He’s the reason I’m standing here now.” You got up and crossed the room, where the printer was now etching out a couple layouts you and Peter had worked on for your big story.

Peter just looked after you, watching you fiddle with the printer when it jammed and push little loose hairs from your face when they blocked your view. He couldn’t think about what a crime magnet you were turning out to be. Spider-Man had saved your life more than just that time that morning. He had practically prevented it, on multiple occasions (little to your knowledge). Fisk was starting to realize that you had more on him then what he thought, more than even you knew about. It was starting to get dangerous. Fisk sending that guy today was random. It shouldn’t have happened. He shouldn’t have gotten that close.

But Peter being overprotective that morning and deciding to go on Spidey patrol, just for the fact that he knew you might get lost, had paid off. He was checking up on you. That’s what friends did, right? And you were here and safe and talking to him like you were buzzing with the energy you knew you got before you had a big break. And now he just had to convince you not to run the Fisk story. It would be worth it in the end, he could still air out the evidence you had gathered. It just couldn’t be you. Peter couldn’t risk it.

Especially not now that you had agreed to go out with him.

You looked back at him as the printer jammed again and smiled. Why does it always have to be the ones that get into trouble?

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ramayah · 2 years

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Scuse me, can you do something with all 3 Peter Parkers and a male reader. If you don’t write for multiple at once then just pick one, k thanks 😘💖

❝𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄❞ — peter parker(s) x m!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — fluff (kissing, flirting) + song rec; every summertime by niki

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) — none !

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — makes out w. tobey's peter parker<3

❝𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌-𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃❞ (tom's peter parker);

" Prom? Hm, I haven't really thought about it, Pete. Why, what's up?"

Peter was quite hesitant about his motivations about asking his crush out to prom. What if he said no? What if he didn't want to go to prom with him? What if he felt uncomfortable being seen with him? Or was he just overthinking the whole thing? He really wasn't sure. Obviously, it was just Peter overthinking everything like usual, but he didn't know he was overthinking the action of a simple prom-posal.

" Oh, uh, I just— Since it's prom-posal weekend and all, I wanted to know if you wanted to go ... together?" Peter handed the single red rose that had a small note and a heart-shaped container wrapped in a small pink bow to the male, the hopeful glint in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by [name].

" ...Really?"

Peter's heart sank from his chest as he heard the response, he quickly averted his gaze from [name]'s own.

" I'm-I'm sorry, I just thought that we could, you know—"

Peter's (not needed) apology was quickly cut off by [name]'s lips being crashed against his, which took him by shock.

" I was just surprised you asked me, Pete. I thought you were gonna ask M.J., but I'm still glad you asked me." The cute grin on [name]'s face made Peter's heart melt as his face was cupped by the male's hands, " I'd love to be your prom date, Pete."

❝𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒❞ (andrew's peter parker)

The sky was melted and mushed with different shades of colors that would make one's eyes grow wide with amazement at how beautiful such a sight was. The clouds were shaped into clouds a preschooler would draw on the gift card they made for their mother on Mother's Day. They were tinted with a salmon pink with a mixture of tangerine orange. It was quite a beautiful design that one could only see from [name]'s apartment.

And it was Peter's (mid-fifth) favorite place in all of NYC.

The iconic couple were cuddling each other on the California Queen bed, a heavy blanket covering their entangled limbs.

" I missed you." Peter mumbled, failing to stay awake due to his boyfriend's hand running through his dark brown locks. " I missed you too. Your cuddles are one of a kind." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Peter's forehead, loving the way Peter melted in his arms so quickly and so easily.

" Can I kiss you?"

A soft laugh left [name] as he softly smiled, dipping his head down to meet the lips of his other half. He tilted his head to the side a little, cupping his hands on Peter's cheeks, loving the way Peter's lips felt against his own. " You don't need to ask, you know." Peter's face erupted in a grin.

" Surprise kisses are your thing."

" Yeah, and I know you love 'em so,"

[name] brought their lips back together, his hands slowly making their way underneath Peter's hoodie, adoring Peter's flushed face as he moved his hands up his body ever so slowly.

❝𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓❞ (tobey's peter parker)

It was around early mid-morning; Peter and his lovely boyfriend had been lying away in bed all day, tired from the multitude of experiments and training that occurred the night before.

The duo both desired to stay in bed only a little while longer until their brains stopped thinking about math equations and until their bodies stopped aching, however, they couldn't. They needed to fix breakfast, eat breakfast, and then head to work. An idea they didn't like at all.

" I don't wanna get up.." [name] mumbled at Peter's sleezy efforts to awake him from his slumber and make him arise from their comfy shared bed. A very comfortable bed is a perfect match for the lovebirds, therefore, it wasn't a good idea to stay in bed.

" We gotta, c'mon. We can even fix pancakes, waffles, whatever you're feeling."

" Mm.. What about a kiss?"

" I don't think I can fix a kiss, ba-''

[name]'s fast paced actions is what ended them up in this situation, a situation that both woke them up.

Peter's hands on [name]'s hips, [name]'s hands cupped on Peter's cheeks, and their mouths connected, tongue sliding along each other, the skin-on-skin contact making their faces red. It was such a romantic thing to do in the morning, since it was in the midst of a sunrise.

" You look pretty when you're in the sun." Peter whispered, chest heaving up and down at a slow pace since they parted.

" Really? You think so?"

" Mhm, yeah, I think so.." Peter mumbled, their lips coming in contact again, only making Peter smile into the kiss.

He adored his boyfriend, his one and only, and he'd do anything to keep their love overflow into kisses and overdue naps early in the morning.

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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A platonic request where Peter parker's cousin, reader finds out that he is spiderman in a funny way possible!

Knew It

Pairing: Peter Parker x PlatonicReader

Warnings: none

Summary: Your cousin Peter is hiding something and you’re sick and tired of waiting for him to tell you so you decide to find out for yourself. (this story can apply to any Peter Parker you desire)

Masterlist

You and your cousin Peter had never been super close. At first it was because he was still learning how to cope with his loss when he first moved in. You had begun to understand him when you had lost your own father. But having dead parents and only Aunt May to rely on was where your similarities ended. You knew how to spend time with each other, you weren’t total strangers, it was just a matter of he liked different things then you did and that didn’t leave a lot else to talk about. But you had started to notice a bit of a change with him lately.

At first it seemed like he was taller. Maybe only two inches or so but it was definitely a change. And he actually had muscles for someone who regularly skipped the gym to be a nerd. Peter didn’t exercise but not out of spite, more out of he would rather spend time in the lab at school than be in a gym. So you questioned him at dinner, Aunt Mays eyes shifting between the both of you.

“I’ve always looked like this, I don’t know what you mean” he shot back, almost to quickly for your liking.

“Is it a girl then?” the dramatic roll of Peters eyes made Aunt May snicker from across the table.

“No Y/N, can we just eat dinner?” giving up you left it alone. If he wanted to do excessive push ups in private then so be it.

Then it was the sneaking out and staying out late. Peter would be dumb to think you hadn’t heard the movement of him exiting and entering when your room was right next to his. There was thin walls and the head of your bed was against the shared wall. You heard him leave and sneak back in. But what baffled you the most is what he could be sneaking out for. Girls didn’t talk to him at school so sneaking out for one wasn’t really a plausible idea.

“What do you want?” Peter whispered as he opened his door. He was just in a pair of boxers which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Where were you? What could’ve possibly kept you out this late?” you harshly whispered back as you crossed your arms. The look on his face proved he thought you were ignorant just like Aunt May.

“I was doing homework” rolling your eyes you walked away from him, knowing if he was gonna give you a bullshit response like that then you weren’t going to get the truth out of him anytime soon.

Your final straw was the injuries. Some weren’t as bad as others and he covered most of the big ones from Aunt May. But it wasn’t hard to notice the busted lip, or a black eye here and there. And you could hear him wincing in pain, every night in his room, you could tell he was covering it up. But Peter wasn’t one to pick a fight, let alone one every single night. So you finally decided to find answers for yourself instead of asking and getting told some stupid excuse like ‘I fell’. You devised a plan and waited to hear Peter sneak out of his room before sneaking into his. First you looked for clues but nothing was out of the ordinary for a teenage boys room. Unsatisfied with your findings you set up a camera to see him sneak back in. Maybe it would give you clues as to why he had been sneaking out.

You had almost fell asleep before he came back but thankfully the thin walls allowed you to wake up to the small slam of his window. Looking to your phone you were shocked to see who was entering his room. Spiderman stood there and your whole body froze as you saw this. You were in even more shock to see the mask ripped from his head to reveal Peter. You couldn’t form a coherent thought as you discovered your weird cousin Peter was Spiderman, the new and popular hero in town. Your mind didn’t catch up until Peter had stripped the whole super suit from his body and you caught sight of his naked form. You let out a small scream as you quickly turned off the phone, trying to wipe your eyes out, and remove that image from your mind forever.

“What is wrong with you?” Peter burst through your door holding the camera you had planted in his room.

“A lot of things now” you said as you continued to keep your eyes closed, the image of him naked burnt into your mind. You could throw up, this turned for the worst.

“You saw didn’t you?” He asked tossing the camera to your bed. Finally opening your eyes you still refused to look at him, afraid the image would come back.

“You dressed as Spiderman or your dick?” Peter dramatically rolled his eyes, now in boxers and a shirt as he sat on the end of your bed.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re thinking?” Peter asked and you chuckled likely. “About the Spider-man thing”

“I’m just confused, like you’re not athletic?” Peter laughed at this response now and you finally looked at him.

“I know, I’ll explain it all tomorrow. Can we just agree for now to keep this between us?” sighing you nodded because despite all your differences Peter was where your loyalty lied.

“Fine, but I knew it wasn’t a girl” Peter lightly shoved you and you laughed as he stood up.

“Don’t put anymore cameras in my room” he pointed at you and you groaned.

“Absolutely, I’m burning this one, it’s seen too much” shaking his head he walked out the room and you laid back down. Peter was Spiderman and you were going to let him keep any future secrets he wanted.

#spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #imagine #marvel #mcu #peter parker x reader #no way home #fanfic #fanfiction

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thepowerofhyperfixation · 2 years

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I Gave You All (Pt. 1)

Characters: Peter Parker x You

Summary: You weren’t supposed to remember him. And you didn’t. For three years. But you always remembered… something. Little things, every now and again. Now, you have a new neighbor, that honestly..? Doesn’t seem all that new to you.

(Post NWH, could technically be read for any Peters if your head-canon is that 2 & 3 were wiped from their universes memory too, but it is being written for adult Tom Holland Peter Parker)

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Like, one cuss word and mentions of alcohol/drunkenness

Author Note: Hi everyone! I’m a long-time reader, but haven’t ever posted my own content. This hasn’t been read by anyone other than myself, so the only editing that’s been done has been by Grammarly. Sorry for any mistakes, and sorry if it’s trash. Just thought it would be fun to give writing another shot after 10 years out of the fandom writing sphere. Hope you enjoy it, understand if you don’t! :) -Meg

You think you met him freshman year. In all honesty, you don’t think the two of you paid much attention to one another. As far as you knew? No one paid much attention to him… He disappeared halfway through the school year.

No, he didn’t.

Yes. He disappeared. You don’t even remember his name. Just… a blur. A dark silhouette in a flurry of otherwise clear memories. Some days, the silhouette became more focused, and along with it came a tightening in your chest. A brick in your stomach, a heat spreading across your cheeks. As soon as it came, it disappeared again. Like him. The nameless, faceless figure in the back of your head that no one else seemed to think ever even existed.

He existed.

It had been years since you had seen him in freshman biology. You were well out of high school now, living your life as a young adult. You had no reason to even think of him, yet here you were. Alone on your couch, vision swirling, the 24-hour news cycle spinning violently across your television. Spider-Man and Daredevil saved a bus full of middle schoolers on the George Washington Bridge this afternoon, from what you’re hoping isn’t actually an 8-foot-tall lizard.

Spider-Man.

The brick in your stomach grows as you stare at the rippling image of the masked vigilante. You blame it on the empty bottle of New Amsterdam sitting on the table in front of you, but your mind continues to wander to the student that you remember forgetting. Tonight, he isn’t just a silhouette. You see curly brown hair. This time though, a new image flashes across your eyelids. Chocolate brown eyes, smile lines obvious on an otherwise smooth face. You’ve never remembered that before. Three knocks. One, two, three, in quick succession.

This breaks you from your reverie. You slowly stand, making sure your drunken state won’t be too obvious to whoever decided to knock on your door at the ungodly hour of…

7:36pm

Shit.

You shuffle to the door and struggle with the locks before pulling it open, covertly using it as a crutch to keep yourself upright. You look up at the mystery knocker, and all at once, every ounce of oxygen in your body abandons you. Curly brown hair. Chocolate brown eyes. Smile lines on an otherwise smooth face…. It’s just a coincidence. Right? “Hey, so sorry to bother you, but I’m moving in next door and managed to-” The stranger stops for only a moment when he lays eyes on you, but recovers quickly. Too quickly for you to notice his own shock. “-to dump a gallon of water on my kitchen floor before buying a mop… Any chance I could borrow yours?” You stare at the man, who is donned in an oversized “I Survived My Trip to NYC” Tee and sweatpants. You don’t realize that you’re silent for longer than any normal neighbor would be before shaking out of your own state. “Oh- uh- right. Yeah, ‘fcourse. Come on in…” You step out of his way and immediately turn toward your own kitchen, trying with every ounce of your being to not drunkenly stumble and embarrass yourself in front of your handsome (familiar?) new neighbor.

“I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.” He states as you awkwardly search the crack between your fridge and wall for your mop. Your hand finds the cool metal and pulls it from the abyss, and you glance over your shoulder at him.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Peter Parker.” You then bury yourself under the sink, wrestling a bucket and a bottle of cleaner from under the poorly placed pipes.

“So... how’d you manage to dump a gallon of water on your floor?” Your voice is muffled by the cabinetry.

“Oh, you know… Had a bit of an incident with a fallen bar of soap. Classic cartoon slip and fall. Only I was lucky, and was carrying groceries to the fridge when it happened.” Your snort rings out through the small kitchen and you turn bright pink as you stand.

“Sounds like an unfortunate series of events.”

“I prefer to call it a comedy of errors.”

“Is it a comedy, or a tragedy? That is, considering no one else was there to see it.” You give him a small, sly smile as you pass him the mop and bucket. He gives you a cheeky grin in return, and you’re nearly knocked off your feet.

Identical.

You’ve seen that grin before. More times than you can count. But you don’t know where. Or when. Or why… It seems as though the smile belonged to a lover from a different lifetime. A smile that transcended universes and demons and death, only to find your eyes once more. You feel the color drain from your face, but your brain can’t force your eyes to look away. Peter notices. The grin falters, and so does your absent stare.

“I should, uh… I should get that water taken care of. Make sure it doesn’t cause any damage. I don’t want to lose my deposit on day one.” He gives a weak chuckle, but you can feel how hollow it is. You nod in agreement, and walk him to the front door, growing dizzy from the mere two-minute interaction. “I’ll get your mop back to you soon.” You nod, absolutely incapable of caring less about a mop.

“No rush. Hope to see you around, Peter Parker.” Your voice is hoarse and more confused than it ever should have been. “You too, Y/N Y/L/N.” And Peter Parker has disappeared into the next apartment before you can even process that you never told him your last name.

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