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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A little over an hour—and a few outdated celebrity magazines later—and one of the dental assistants calls you back into the room to retrieve your friend who is currently perched on a chair, staring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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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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generalkenobee · 5 months

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Imagine Peter Missing You ...after a long night of patrolling Peter comes in through your window, careful as to not wake your family.

You looked over and saw him, still in his red and blue cald suit "hi baby, how'd everything go?"

When he didn't respond you looked up to see your boyfriend taking off his mask, his hair falling exactly how you liked it. Slightly messy, maybe even sweaty "Peter?"

He pulled you up out of your chair and pushed you into the bed "hey I still have biolo-"

"I'll do it for you" and you knew he would. He'd wake up early the next morning to do all your homework and more.

You felt his knee move up in between your legs "you're so beautiful" you pushed your weight down onto his knee. Peter brought his head down to kiss your neck.

Even though you were the one grinding and getting friction, he was the one moaning and sighing into your skin.

"long night?" In response he only nodded his head

"I missed you so much..I want you now" he paused looking up at you "please"

"here.." you got up and had your boyfriend sit with his back on the head bored. As your actions continued Peter realized what was about to happen "baby no-"

"why not?" You looked up at him.

"I don't want you to do t-that I want you to feel go-"

You cut him off by shoving him into your mouth "(Y/N s-stop" peters hand came down to hold your face while you sucked him in a little deeper each minute "why?"

"because I want you to feel.."

You giggled to yourself "oh I can feel it"

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xspeter · 8 months

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JUST BARELY

peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis - fall is the best season.

“peter.”

“yeah baby?”

“it’s fall.”

usually, when the two of you first wake up, the first thing out of your mouth is a, “good morning baby,” so this is slightly unusual.

“what d’ya mean?” he asks, voice husky with remnants of sleep.

“it’s fall. like… like leaves changing color, weather getting chillier, pumpkin spice latte… fall.” you say excitedly.

peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “okay..?”

you scoff and immediately sit up, your sudden movement causing the fuzzy blanket to fall from peters chest. he’s immediately met by a sudden cold brush of air and his arms instinctively wrap around his body to try and savor any warmth that you had selfishly stolen from him.

“what do you mean ‘okay’? it’s fall! the best time of the year!” you say excitedly. “this is the only time of year where it’s acceptable to wear crew necks and cardigans! and- and haunted houses are opening and pumpkin patches! and we can make those cute little halloween cookies you get at walmart! oh my gosh and i almost forgot about halloween! i love halloween!” you ramble.

peter smiles warmly at you, finding your rant amusing. you two had gotten together back in feburary, so he had no idea you loved autumn this much.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you loved fall more than you love me.” peter teases.

your eyebrows furrow and you pretend to think for a minute before you shrug, “well,” you say, “fall is about here,” you explain, putting your hand right in front of your chest, “and you are around… here!” you put your other hand a tiny bit lower than the first, and peter gasps at frantically throws his head back.

you giggle at peters dramatics, but suddenly your pulled on top of peter as he tickles you in retaliation.

“peter- peter stop!” you laugh, but your pleas fall on deaf ears.

peter ignores you and continues tickling up your sides. your laugh music to his ears.

“peter- peter- wait!” you gasp out, finally finding the strength to pull yourself away from him.

peters eyebrows furrow and a concerned look washes over his face. “what’s wrong?” he questions, his chocolate brown eyes looking into yours. his expression is nothing but pure love, and suddenly, you really do think you’ve found something you love just a little more than fall.

“i just love you.” you mumble.

peters lips crack into a small grin and he leans in and kisses you softly.

“more than fall?” he asks a against your lips.

you sigh dramatically, “just barely.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #spider man #fluff #fall #autumn #marvel #ilovefall #really fluffy

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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Clinging Onto You

Request: “HIII idk if your taking requests rn but I thought id put in an idea for a peter parker x stark!daughter fic where theyre in a secret relationship and they get exposed somehow? im thinking kinda angsty like he walks in to the compound all bloody or something AHH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but thats pretty much it but yeah! i love your stuff btw!!”

Summary: The Avengers unexpectedly find out that Tony’s daughter Y/N and Peter are dating.

Authors Note: Set during No Way Home, in an AU that everyone survived Endgame.

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Peter felt his heart practically lurch out of his body when saw Y/N falling. In a snap, he forgot about his mission, he forgot about the other Peters, he forgot about everything. The only thing concerning him was his girlfriend’s safety. It was so high up his priority list that it consumed him, and to see her safety be threatened lit a fuel he didn’t know he had.

He didn’t think, or hear, or speak when he ran and leapt, diving after her with his arm outstretched. Faster, he thought to himself, as the image of complete terror overwhelming Y/N was burned into his mind, her bone-shattering scream sure to leave his ears ringing for days.

The tips of their fingers were inches away, he was nearly there, just about to lock his tight grip on her shaky hand when bam—the wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown off to the side, too far away from Y/N for his liking.

Recovering quickly, Peter’s spider sense directed his fingers to scrape at and clutch the edge of the construction site. Using all his upper body strength, he pulled himself up and scrambled across. His eyes were wide as a bug’s as he searched the abyss of construction for his falling girlfriend, about to send a thwip of webs in her direction when he didn’t see her.

He panted. Had she fallen? Was she—?

From his position, Peter didn’t spot that the other Peter had caught Y/N with tears in his eyes about the girl he wish he could’ve caught. On the tip of a spiral of hatred and despair, his saving grace was found when Peter 3’s voice came over their shared comm system.

“Peter, Peter 1, I caught Y/N. She’s okay, just a little shaken up.”

After the initial shock were off, Peter’s influx of grief was replaced with waves of relief. His ability to breathe became easier and he felt his muscles lose their tension. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he croaked in response.

Later on, when Peter saw the back of Green Goblin standing mere feet away from him, a desire for vengeance flashed through his eyes. He narrowed in on his target and walked towards him, arms outstretched to do something—anything—when he was stopped.

“Eh eh eh, don’t do anything too quickly,” his sneaky, drawling voice came.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, watching as the man slowly turned around. Then, his eyes widened, seeing the person who was with the villain. None other than the love of his life, his girlfriend Y/N, the daughter of one of the most famous heroes ever. Green Goblin had an arm around her, tightly holding her back. Fear was in her eyes as she struggled in vain.

“Let her go, Goblin,” Peter ordered in a low voice, slowing down his movements. In the back of his mind, he wondered where the other Peters were. This was very inconvenient.

He had the nerve to laugh a sick laugh and it made Peter’s blood boil with anger. “I said, let her go!” He repeated, raising his voice to yell.

Green Goblin ignored this and took a step forward, dragging Y/N along with him. “I observed your reaction when she fell, Parker. Quite distraught you were when you didn’t catch her, hmm? I’ll let her go . . . when you admit, in front of the cameras, who the daughter of Stark is to you and why you hid her from the public like your identity!” He said.

For the first time, Peter’s eyes flickered up and he noticed the cameras circling the air above them from helicopters. All news stations, most likely, broadcasting the footage to the entire globe. And, if the entire globe was seeing it, that meant the Avengers were watching, too.

(And, back at the Avengers tower, the team was watching in half-shock, half-fear. They had known that this was a fight Peter needed to do by himself, so they refrained from suiting up, but the involvement of Y/N changed it at all.)

His eyes flickered over to Y/N anxiously, who was still determined and not giving up in her fight for freedom. He couldn’t trust that Green Goblin would stay true to his word. “Why do you want me to say this?” Peter questioned.

Green Goblin pursed his lips. “Oh, Peter, I thought you were smarter than this,” he began condescendingly. “Don’t you know that my goal is to cause you as much pain as possible? You’re hiding something. You’re hiding her. And I will force it out of you, one way or another.”

When Peter hesitated, still not trusting him, Green Goblin took it a step forward. Reaching into a pocket, the young hero only saw a flash of what it was in his hand before he injected it into Y/N’s neck. Gasping, Y/N began to fight even harder, although it didn’t do anything.

“This, son, is a poison I developed. It’s quick-acting. She gets the antidote when you tell me what I want to know,” the villain threatened.

Peter’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth, prepared to spill it all, when he caught sight of the other Peters stealthily approaching from behind Green Goblin. Within a split second, they attacked. Peter 3 pulled the man back with his webs while Peter 2 administered the cure.

At the sudden loss of his grip on her, Y/N stumbled forward. Peter leapt to catch her, wrapping his arms wound her protectively and pulling her close. “The antidote!” He yelled to Peter 2. “It’s somewhere in his pocket!”

Peter 2 jumped into action, reaching into Green Goblin’s pocket. When he grabbed the antidote, he tossed it to Peter. Peter caught it and injected into Y/N. For a split second, her eyes widened, but she soon relaxed. “Thank you,” she murmured into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the comfort that Y/N just being safe was bringing to him. He only opened his eyes when he felt the wind hit his face, blinking and making out the Avengers’ Quinjet arriving before all the team members stepped out. While the other Peters returned to their own universes, Tony led the team towards the embracing teenagers.

“Y/N, Peter, are you guys alright?” He asked worthily, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

Turning around, Y/N gladly fell into her father’s arms. Meanwhile, Peter blinked at the sudden loss of her touch. It felt like he was missing something. “I’m—I’m fine. Just cuts and bruises. But Y/N—” he began to say, as the rest of the Avengers crowded around them.

Y/N shook her head, melting back into the safety next that was her boyfriend, leaning against him. “I feel—I feel . . . I’m fine, okay? Don’t worry about me,” she mumbled into Peter’s shoulder. No one was convinced.

Before Tony could start an argument with his daughter out of concern, Natasha stepped in. “Let’s get you guys on the Quinjet. Bruce will have to check you both over just in case,” she directed softly, leading them onto the Quinjet.

Peter and Y/N stayed to the back, away from everyone else. Although Tony had wanted to join his daughter, Steve had steered him away, whispering about how they needed some space with each other to process everything. On the Quinjet, everyone took their seats. Normally Natasha and Clint would pilot, but this time they put it on autopilot. Peter and Y/N settled into seats next to each other, with Y/N wrapping both arms around one of Peter’s.

Bruce was able to clean and disinfect Peter’s cuts, but then he had to switch to Y/N. “I want to have F.R.I.D.A.Y do a medical scan and take a sample of blood just to be sure. We couldn’t really tell what happened with Goblin from the T.V, but it was obviously something,” he said.

At that, Peter looked around. Everyone — except for Tony that is, who was looking at the teens intently — averted their gaze at Bruce’s words. He had wondered if they heard what Green Goblin had said, and it was obvious by now that they had. He silently thanked them for not bringing it up, even though they wanted to.

“He poisoned me, but Peter gave me the antidote. ‘M fine,” she mumbled tiredly.

“P-poison?” Tony coughed out, his eyes wide. He wasn’t the only one shocked and concerned, but the others hid it better.

“Let’s go over to somewhere where there’s more light so we can make sure,” Bruce instructed softly, before standing up and moving to the center of the ship, where the light from the ceiling was shining down.

Y/N went to to follow him, her grip on Peter never lessening. Peter didn’t mind, he was more than happy to hold onto her. He joined them both, and thankfully FRIDAY was intelligent enough to be able to scan Y/N without needing Peter to step aside. He patiently waited for Bruce to take Y/N’s finger prick, and the couple watched as he analyzed the incoming scan.

“You seem okay, the antidote worked quickly . . . But the poison and antidote has some side effects and has weakened you. You’ll need to rest like Peter,” Bruce concluded. “I’ll analyze your blood just to make sure.”

As soon as she was given the green light, Y/N wasted no time in during around and plopping herself in her seat. Peter gladly joined her.

When the Quinjet reached the compound, everyone began organizing themselves. Natasha took it upon herself to wake the now-sleeping teenagers, who had wrapped themselves around each other. Y/N’s legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Peter had his arms wrapped around her, his head resting against her own.

Everyone had noticed — except Tony, that was, who was too worried about his daughter to notice anything else. However, no one said a word, wanting them to sleep.

When Natasha approached the teens, she reached her hand out to shake Peter’s shoulder, when Y/N shifted. After a moment, she settled, but her mumbling came not long after. Natasha didn’t catch what she said, but when she moved around more, it woke Peter up.

“Wha—” Peter started to mumble himself, blinking a couple times before turning to Y/N. Recognizing the situation, he shifted, pulling Y/N closer. In response, Y/N kept moving around, but couldn’t go anywhere in Peter’s arms.

“Catch me, please,” she whispered in her sleep, making Peter’s and Natasha’s eyes widen.

“Y/N, Y/N, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” Peter said, his voice loud but still kind, wasting no time in gently shaking her shoulder. This got everyone’s attention, stopping what they were doing to turn to the teenagers and the Widow.

“Pe—ter, catch me!” Y/N yelled, kicking her leg out and hitting the air. She tossed and turned and Peter had to tighten his grip on her so she didn’t accidentally fall onto the ground.

“Y/N, wake up,” he repeated, pausing before ultimately cupping her cheek in his hand. The comforting touch instantly drew her from her restless sleep, and as soon as she became aware, she was looking around hurriedly. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Y/N relaxed, wrapping her arms around Peter and pulling herself closer to him — if that was even possible. He adjusted himself so she was sitting in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, head nestled into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back, his chin on his shoulder, glancing at the other Avengers.

After a few minutes of small mumblings from Peter about how he was here for her and how she was safe, Steve cleaned his throat. “We’re ready,” he announced to the team, although it was clear who his intended target was. Everyone but Peter and Y/N had their stuff.

The team stood up, Tony and Natasha grabbing Y/N and Peter’s belongings, while Peter stood up, carrying his girlfriend. No one said a word about it until they reached the compound’s living room, where Y/N had fallen asleep and Peter had laid her carefully on the couch.

“What was that?” Tony asked, coughing. His voice was thick with emotion and hoarse.

When Peter turned around, wearing a tired, concerned, and sad expression, Tony opened his mouth to retract the question. He was about to say that it was fine, he could hear about it another time, but Peter already started talking.

“During the fight, she-she fell. I dived after her but was knocked out of the way. I assumed the worst, but one of the other Peters caught her,” he explained, averting his gaze and ultimately squeezing his eyes shut as he recalled the utter fear that ran through his blood. He let the team adjust to this for a couple seconds, since he wasn’t done speaking. “Then, Goblin must’ve grabbed her. He wanted me to . . . to admit who she is to me because he wanted to hurt me. I was reluctant, how could I trust him? So he poisoned her, but the other Peters arrived and we got the antidote for her and cured him.”

Tony’s gaze fell to his daughter. “Oh my god,” he whispered, gravitating towards her and kneeling down. Reaching out to brush the hair away from her face, he looked up at Peter as he pieced the puzzle together. “Are you two in a relationship with each other?” He asked.

Peter slowly looked around at everyone in the room, all still processing what he had just revealed. “We were going to tell you,” he admitted. It was the truth.

Tony nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up. He turned to Peter and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Get some rest, Pete. You did great today,” he said.

Blinking, Peter nodded a little numbly. However, he couldn’t hide his tired, goofy smile as he let himself flop on the couch next to Y/N. He pulled his girlfriend closer to himself, knowing that it wouldn’t wake her up. Steve threw a blanket over them and the team all took their seats, beginning a quiet conversation. Closing his eyes, Peter continued to smile as he was holding Y/N and feeling her warmth, letting his team’s soft and low voices lull him to sleep.

It would take a while for them to be okay again, but they worked through it together. And now, at least, they didn’t need to hide it from the Avengers anymore. (Although they did have to deal with Sam and Bucky’s constant teasing).

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tommiruewrites · 10 months

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hey I was wondering if you can write tobeys peter parker crush hcs?

tysm for sending in this req! i’ve been wanting an excuse to write for tobey’s peter. he deserves more love <33

PETER PARKER CRUSH HCS - T.M.

short little head-canon list for tobey’s peter :))

please remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

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peter is such a dork, it’s a little silly

you know him from school, having grown up in the same neighborhood

you hadn’t really talked to him though, because the thought always made every functioning part of your brain turn off

eventually you gather the courage to strike up a friendly conversation, and immediately realize you have the upper hand

he has absolutely no romantic experience

which of course means he’s very awkward

and is unable to identify when someone is flirting with him

which makes you wonder how many people he’s accidentally rejected

he would be completely oblivious to your crush on him

i mean you could make it painfully obvious and he would just think you were being nice

he’s so respectful that he would never dare do anything that could possibly make you uncomfortable

this means that all of your attempts to clue him in are averted by Peter himself

which can sometimes make it feel like your crush is one sided

but that is DEFINITELY not the case

he has an even more massive crush on you than you do him, he’s just more discreet with it

he gets all nervous and clumsy whenever you’re in a 5 mile radius of him

if you talk to him, his palms get sweaty

literally just the mention of you makes him feel all warm n fuzzy inside

but for a genius, this boy is a moron sometimes

because he wholeheartedly believes he has no chance with you

“we’re just friends”

“they could have any guy they want, why would they pick me?”

all of that goes out the window when you kiss him for the first time; sweet and awkward after a late night study session

thats when he finally puts all the pieces together in his nerdy little head and is like

“holy shit… they’ve liked me back this whole time?”

#peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker hc #peter parker headcanon #tobey maguire #tobey!peter parker #tobey!spiderman #peter 2 #spectacular spider man #fluff #hc #marvel hcs

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year

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𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Just a lazy morning between Peter and you.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : None. Just fluff and slight smut.

ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ : 15th February, 2023.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hello. This is my first time writting something. Please like the post if you like this one shot.

MAIN MASTERLIST || MARVEL MASTERLIST

Queens, is a busy place. Time never seems stop and everyone just keeps working like working machines. Busy place also means high rate of crime, which makes a cartain neighborhood hero's life harder than it needs to be.

Peter's hero life was hectic. Even after all those years of experience. His hero job takes almost all his day leaving little to no time for Peter to spend. But even after all day of saving lives and stopping crime his girlfriend is there to take care of him.

Whenever Peter comes back with bruises and injuries you are there to patch them up. Whenever Peter is feeling depressed you are there to bring him back to life. Whenever Peter cancels any date you understand like a good girlfriend. But you are also a human being after all. You also want to spend some time with your boyfriend.

Which is why weekends are your favourite days of the week. When Peter has no work so he can spend with you before heading out as spider-man. Just like now when you two are in bed with his head resting in your lap.

You had woken up a few minutes before. Seeing him sleep so peacefully, you didn't want to wake him up. So, you just sat beside him on the bed. Eventually Peter moved his head from the pillow to your lap and you began to run your hand through the brown curly locks.

Hearing a groan you avert your eyes from the window to the boy. He blink eyes a few times before glancing up at you. He made no move romove his head but instead snuggled his head even more in the comfort of your lap

"Why are you up this early?" Peter asked.

You chuckled at your half-concious boyfriend, "It is littraly 7 in the morning, sleepyhead."

"Already?" Peter turned his and rested on the back.

Everything fell into silence. Peter just stared at you without saying anything. You have caught him staring at you in many occasions before. When you still were not dating and were just classmates, you catch him staring at you accross the classroom or cafeteria.

Even after all those years they are still your weakness. Your cheeks heated up with blush, "What?"

"You are beautiful."

This little complements were like charms. You bend down to peak him on the lip but before you could pull away Peter grabbed the back of your head pulled you closer. Lips moving a sync.

His hand brushing through your hair and yous holding his face. Feeling breathless you pull away. Peter sits up on the bed and in an blink of an eye, you are lying on the bed on your back and Peter is hovering over you.

Peter leans down, taking you lips in his once again. His elbow supporting him over you. He brushed his tongue on you lips, asking for permission. You part your lips and let his tongue enter. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

He slipped one hand under his your shirt. Caressing all the way up to your boobs and taking one in his hand. His fingers pressing on the nipple before playing with it by two fingers. Your hands slid down his abs. Fingers brushing lightly over them.

Peter broke the kiss and started placing butterfly kisses down your neck. You turn your head the other side to give him more space. He placed open mouth kiss on the base of your throat. His warm tongue brushing over your cold skin and breathless moans escaping your mouth.

"Peter, are you not getting late?" You mumbled. Mind too clouded to speak normally.

"Criminals can wait. Spider-man is going to be late today. Right now I'm Peter Parker. Your Peter." Peter said before diving down your neck.

That's right Spider-man might be the neighborhood hero but Peter Parker is yours and you will cherish each and every moment with him.

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nowayhomer · 2 years

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

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

caught by surprise

Ⅰ. PAIRING tobey!peter x reader

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

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

Ⅳ. WORD COUNT 354

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

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

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!spiderman #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey maguire x reader #marvel fic #aurigaupdates

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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couch. (Peter Parker x Reader)

couch. (Rated G)

Request?: No...

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (wrote with Peter 3 in mind, but can be applied to any of our spidey boys)

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, I wrote this while being sleep deprived so there may be typos, Peter being just too gosh darn adorable

Summary: Inspired by "couch" by We Three- The best laid plans always work out right? On one lazy Saturday morning, Peter is contemplating how to start taking the next steps toward your future together. When you remind him how important it is to relax, does he stick with his big plan or learn to sometimes just to go with the flow?

We've got a lot of things to figure out

Like cash the checks and go workout,

But I think I'd rather sit here on the couch

“Peter?” your voice danced its way into the living room of his apartment. “Have you seen my hoodie? I can’t find it anywhere and I need to get to the bank to put in my paycheck.” You stumbled throughout the space, one hand rubbing at your sleep-riddled eyes. To Peter, there wasn’t a more beautiful sight to wake up to. You were dressed in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his old beat up t-shirts. He had lent you a pair of oversized socks, too, because you were complaining about your toes being cold under the covers the night before.

The brown-haired looked up from his spot on the oversized ripped sofa, where he was working on his laptop. He tilted his head to look at you with squinted eyes. The morning sun was streaming through the windows of his apartment in just the right (but also totally wrong and annoying) way. “Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” he gave you the sweetest tight smile before directing his attention back to the screen. “Have you checked under the bed?”

He was supposed to be editing a series of images he snapped of Spider-Man over the last week. Was he actually doing that? No. He was actually looking up plane tickets to Bali. Why Bali? Because that’s where he wanted to be able to propose to you – the same place your parents met on a volunteer expedition. He had been saving for months. Not just for the trip, but the beautiful silver half-carat diamond ring that was burning a hole through its hiding place in his dresser drawer.

The two of you had been dating for a year or so now, which might seem a bit rushed to some people, but not for you or Peter. You had both seen your fair share of tragedy before you finally crossed paths. He had lost his parents as a child and the love of his life around the end of high school. He needed to start over completely. You lost your parents in a freak accident at a young age, not to mention your fiance merely weeks after beginning your new job at some corrupt company.

When you met on the subway, it almost seemed like the universe was trying to tell you something. There had been no seats left and the two of you were forced to stand face-to-face on opposite sides of the car after a series of delays. Not that Peter was complaining, though. You looked like a vision to him. From the way you anxiously shifted your weight from foot to foot, to the way you bit the middle of your bottom in concentration as you looked at your phone. He wished he would have had the courage right then and there to ask your name. Yet something stopped him.

For a subway ride, it had been a rather bumpy one. You had been pushed forward and fallen against him…twice. Each time you collided, he could feel your heartbeat thudding incredibly hard against his chest. He was surprised to discover that his heartbeat soon matched your rhythm and he gave a subtle grimace at the sweat gathering in his palm. He tried to get himself to talk to you, to even ask your name, but nothing escaped him. By the time you had reached Peter’s stop, he sighed as he ultimately gave up with the internal battle. He had no chance, Peter had assured himself. Then he heard you stammering behind him as he turned to walk toward the door.

“So how many times would I have needed to fall into you before you asked me out?” your voice called out.

It was safe to say Peter didn’t hesitate any more after that.

The next year was a beautiful rollercoaster. Peter had to pinch himself a few times to realize that this was real – you were actually his and he was yours. He didn’t need to worry about pretending to be someone he wasn’t. With you, he could let down his guard. You made him feel safe, loved…at home. He really hoped you would say yes to his proposal. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

The feeling of an added weight on the couch and something brushing against his arm caused Peter to be snapped from his thoughts. You were snuggling into his side, attempting to rest your chin atop his shoulder to look at his screen. In a panic, Peter minimized the tab and started to play around with a random image in his editing software. His quick thinking- and reflexes- came to the rescue again as you gave a small nod.

“That’s a nice shot,” you mumbled sleepily before yawning again. You rested your head against the side of his arm and smacked your lips like a small child. It always made Peter smile to see you like this. You reminded him of a little kid in this state, but always with this mushy personality.

He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead before allowing himself to get fixated back on the image in front of him. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Peter answered. “I mean, it is my job right now, so…I hope I’m good at it.”

You gave a hum of agreement and nestled against his sitting frame. Another smile plastered itself against Peter’s lips as you tangled your legs with his. Your nose nudged at the back of his arm and you closed your eyes. “This is nice,” you said, stretching out just a bit more.

Peter nodded and let out his own sound of acknowledgement, expertly adjusting the saturation levels of the image.

We've got a lot of people we should see

And I know that we should get some groceries,

But honestly, I just don't want to leave

“We need cereal,” another mumble into his shirt sleeve. “And milk. And fruit. And eggs…”

A chuckle escaped Peter before he could prevent it. “We,” you had said. Slowly but surely, it wasn’t just his apartment anymore. Your stuff had begun to find its way into random drawers and closets in the space. Your toothbrush sat right next to his own in the bathroom. There was a shared grocery list stuck to his refrigerator with both of your handwriting on it. Even your shampoo was stored in the shower, its sweet vanilla scent flooding the room and making him relax every time he stepped inside. It smelled like you and he couldn’t get enough. He never thought he would be able to share his life with someone like this ever again, but he was beyond grateful he could.

“We can get them from the store on Fifth,” he said now, nodding a bit at the mental note he made to visit the shop. Martha, the shopkeeper, would be happy to see him there. She’d probably pester him about the fact he had yet to make you an honest person, but he honestly didn’t care. “You can take one of my hoodies when we go, if you want.”

You grunted. “Or…” you mumbled. “We could just stay here.” You snuggled closer into his side. “This is pretty perfect right now.”

Cause I'm here and you're there,

Breathin' in my air

Feel it stop, skip a beat

Peter moved his hand to toy with the ends of your hair, making you hum in delight. It was a sound that brought a smile to his face and a warm feeling in his heart. Everything you did was perfect to him and gave him so much joy. He loved how you felt in his arms, how good your hair smells after you get out of a shower…

“Marry me,” he said softly. Peter barely registered the words as they left his mouth, but deep down, he knew it was the right thing to do. This was the moment. Not some big vacation to Bali, nothing overly extravagant. All he needed was you, him, and this couch. The two of you were in your own little world and that was perfect.

“What?” you asked, sitting up ever-so-slightly.

“I want to marry you,” Peter was more confident now. “I want to wake up with you every day, I want to hold your hand in the grocery store. The days you’re having the best time, I want to be there. I want to hold you when you’re crying and having the worst day, tell you it’s okay and things will work out. I want to see you come down the aisle and we both are crying.” The two of you laughed at the last part. “Most of all, I just want to know that for every day for the rest of my life, you’re going to be in it. So please, marry me?”

“Peter…” you breathed out.

That’s when he realized something was missing. Something that was really…really important to this particular moment. “Actually,” he said, standing up suddenly before taking off to the bedroom, “hold on one second. Just…stay there. I have to get something.”

When he came back into the living room, he got down on one knee before you. His dark eyes searched yours as he opened the small velvet box to reveal the sparkling piece of jewelry. “I know it’s only been a year,” he said, “and I really should have had a much better speech planned out, but that’s just it. With you, I don’t have to plan. You make me want to be spontaneous, to be a person that doesn’t have a care in the world. But…I can only be that person with you. So, what do you say?”

You shook your head with a playful expression on your face. “It took you long enough,” you teased, giving him the slightest of nods with the largest of smiles threatening to appear. It was so bright, Peter was afraid he might go blind just looking at it for too long. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

As he slipped the ring on your finger, Peter pressed his lips to yours and nearly melted. You truly were his missing puzzle piece, his better half that he always was going to need. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you and he couldn’t wait to see what forever would hold.

On this couch, in my T

You're wearin' my sweatpants

Without a doubt, not goin' out

Let's stay on the couch

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Author's Note: I have no self control. I swear, I cannot help myself when I hear a song and get a character scenario stuck in my head. This is the second time this has happened in the last few days, but this is first one I'm posting. I still need to work on the other one! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little fluff piece with our lovable dork, Peter Parker. I thought this song was just perfect for him, even if it means doing something a bit different than my typical Strange fics.

As usual, if you liked this fic, leave a like, comment, and a cheeky reblog. It helps me out with the lovely algorithm and lets me know what kind of stories you like to see on my blog! And let me know which Peter YOU imagine this story to be about. I'm curious...

Until next time, little sparks! If you want to be added to any of my character taglists, drop me an ask or private message- I promise I'm really not that scary!

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spideydreams00 · 2 years

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Peter Parker Using a Fleshlight, (Headcanon)

Smut

Enjoy 🌙

First of all, Peter Parker is not afraid when it comes about using toys in bed, you have multiple vibratos and maybe a dildo

He loved it when you teased him with a vibrator, stroking his cock slowly while using the vibrator against his balls

He came really fast that time

And hard

Peter Parker is a busy boy I mean he’s Spider-Man

And you’re actually busy with college

That means that sadly he can’t always be with you

That’s why you bought him a flashlight.

He was mesmerized the first time he saw it, he was more than excited to use it on a phone call with you, when you’re both horny and afar from each other

Then that day came by

“Fuck y/n please!” He cried over the phone, that was one of your many powers, having him on edge even when you’re not around

“C’mon Pete be a good boy and keep stroking your cock for me, please?”

“Y-yes- mommy” he moaned

Then you remembered, how could you forget?

“Peter do you have your fleshlight?”

“Yes- it’s h-here”

“Did you already use it?”

“N-no mommy I was waiting for this”

“Naughty boy, always thinking about me ruining you?”

“You’re always on my mind y/n/n” he said in a small voice, his hand slowly stroking his cock

“Get your toy Peter”

He sprints towards his closet to take out the fleshlight

“I guess you already know what to do baby”

“Yeah” he moaned at the thought of you dirty talking to him, your hand between your legs pleasing yourself

He positioned himself back on his bed

He licks his hand and starts stroking his cock, collecting the precum over his tip making his cock wet

His cock is painfully hard, red and throbbing, he can’t take it anymore

“Can I use it now Y/N?”

“Of course baby”

He eagerly takes the object and pushed it down till his tip is inside the fleshlight

He moans and shuts his eyes

Head rolling back

“Im- I-m s-sensitive” he whimpers over the phone

“Are you baby?”

He nodded forgetting that you’re not there

“Yeah” he croaks out

“Is it all wrapped around your pretty cock?”

“N-no, just the tip”

“C’mon Pete, more…. Make yourself feel good honey”

“Ahh!” He cries when he drags the object all the way down to the base of his cock

“Fucking hell” you whisper to yourself mesmerized by the thought of how he must look right now, a thin layer of sweat over his body making his skin glow, his messy hair, legs squirming and back arching, you know him like the back of your palm, the way his eyes roll back and his mouth falls agape letting out all the pretty noises he makes

“Faster Peter, fuck yourself faster”

He starts dragging the fleshing up and down his cock faster, his hips rising thrusting himself in the object

“How does it feel honey?”

“So fucking good!” He cries and moans, choking on his own moans

“It’s not enough!” he cries again frantically dragging the object up and down

“Why’s that honey?”

“You’re tighter!” He’s fully sobbing, you chuckle at the thought of his getting himself all worked up

“Baby that’s kinda the point”

His hips chase the fleshlight while his toes curls, too lost in the feeling and the sound of your voice to fully register what you said

“W-what?” he croaks out

“A fleshlight will only make you miss me more Pete”

“I need you please!” He cried

“What do you need honey?”

“Make me cum make me cum make me cum please please make me cum please!”

Fuck

“Baby you’ll have to do it yourself”

“Mommy!”

His peace was erratic, pretty fucked up boy.

“G-gonna-“

“Do it lover”

“IM CUMMING!” He cried

He threw the fleshlight away and started to stroke his cock frantically

White ropes of cum painting his abs, some cum getting on his chest

The broken moan he lets out

The tears falling from his eyes

The squirming of his body

The aftershocks of his orgasm

Peter Parker is a beautiful boy

“Mommy” he panted

Struggling to breathe normally

“You did so good baby”

He needs the praise

There’s a mess all over him, too lost in sub space to move himself

“Y/n….. I-i love you”

“I love you too Peter, so much”

“My darling” he rambled

“I’ll be there in 5 okay honey?”

“Y-yeah”

That was an experience

THIRSTY HOURS

(Sorry for not posting in a long time, busy with school and getting life together but I hope you guys enjoyed this)

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planetnini · 2 years

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when we were young, peter parker

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ A HIGH-SCHOOL REUNION DIDN’T SOUND TOO BAD. On the surface, there would be free food and drinks but on the other hand he’d have to deal with the handful of comments about university, photographing Spider-Man for The Daily Bugle and an abundant amount of the apologies regarding Gwen’s death. He certainly wasn’t expecting to actually reunite with Y/N who he hasn’t spoken to in almost a decade...

pairing! andrew-garfield!peter x fem!reader

warnings! angst, fluff, swearing and my terrible writing <3

word count! 2.8k

author’s note! its been too long since i have written so i used a sample response i did for school and then reframed it into this little thing. sorry rooster fans, i always say i promise i will update but i actually will soon :( i apologise. have fun with this half angsty half fluffy piece. very adamant on part two bc i don’t know if anyone will like this </3 NONETHELESS, ENJOY!

The sun bathed his eyes in chestnut, augmenting the colour of chocolate with milk and the fresh earth. Peter let out a breath, a relieving kind that sourced from the bottom of his chest as he closed his eyes.

Shaky inhales and exhales escaped his mouth in succession before goosebumps travelled up the back of his spine and up his arms. It is silent– absolutely quiet– save for the commotion downstairs. An upside to being bitten by a radioactive spider was that all his senses were heightened so whilst the party was happening a couple stories below in the school hall, he could hear the thumping of the music and muffled laughter which would ground him to the present rather than blank out on an empty rooftop for hours. Peter stood on the roof observing the sun which was beginning to set as the yellow hue dissipated, resulting in a coral orange tint to take over the skies above.

Peter wasn’t too sure why he decided to dress up this morning or why he had this sudden urge to go to the reunion because, frankly, the students didn’t know he was and if they did they didn’t care— the only reason they would speak to him would probably to only ask about his job at The Daily Bugle. Photographing Spider-Man was a pretty big deal for a nobody like Peter.

It was pretty much useless when he had gotten the invitation to go to this event only a decade after he graduated. Peter tried to put the past behind him as he focused on his biophysics graduate degree and now his biochemistry doctorate which he was only halfway through. It had been difficult balancing his secret identity, working as a freelance photographer for The Bugle and also being a university student and if there’s one thing that everyone knew about Peter, it was that he took on more than he could manage so it was only fair for him to take a break every now and then. He didn’t need to prove anything to them by being here and he definitely had nothing to brag about (which was a bunch of bullshit) so he opted to watch the sunrise on the rooftop.

No one would ever admit that it is a good thing to be back at school but Peter couldn’t help but reminisce and miss what it used to be. He had done a lot of that the past decade when he wasn’t busy. He missed when Uncle Ben would drive him to school when he wasn’t bothered skating; he missed sitting in the bleachers with Gwen— he missed her so much… He also missed Y/N and how she was able put up with him for almost two decades.

The soughing of the wind in the canopy of branches, faint sound of music and laughter drew Peter from his hypnosis, making him aware of his surroundings as his left hand brushed against the roots of his hair, pushing the loose strands out of his face. The beer in his right hand was only half finished before he decided to ditch the reunion that was happening.

Peter felt the hairs on his neck stand up as the door behind him closed. He heard a familiar voice as someone walked up the stairs using his super hearing so he definitely let down his guard a little upon her arrival.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realise someone else would be up here.” her voice echoed the expanse as he kept his head turned to the sun. There was sincerity evident in Y/N’s voice which made the corners of his lip turn upward, an eye to eye smile that did not matter at alleviating the strange beat of his heart. He fought every bone in his being to spare his old friend a glance instead looking down at the ledge, his fingers traced the beer bottle, “Are you okay?” she questioned.

Peter sighed… Out of all the people he could have possibly met from the hundreds of students at the reunion he was sure that none of them led back to the girl from his past — the world definitely had it out for him by sending Y/N to him. He pursed his lips together as he finally made eye contact with the girl.

The fact is, he had her memorised like the back of his palm even after many years so it was no surprise to see she had grown, “How are you?” he managed to get out as she stood where she was, unsure of whether to stay or leave.

“Peter Parker…” she spoke, her saccharine voice making the hairs on his skin stand up.

It was like as if they were both magnets- Y/N being his true north as he looked her in the eye. Torment lined the edge of her eyes as she refused to give in to her tears, though the agony was violently clinging onto her throat, trying to escape.

Eyes stinging with tears, Y/N shook her head, crossing her arms around her body, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I thought I would never see you ever again,” he prompted once again trying to get her to talk to him but she couldn’t, “How long has it been?”

Y/N approached Peter and put a hand up, slapping him across the face. She got in a decent slap but knew that it probably didn’t do much to leave any marks. Peter chuckled as he shook his head turning back to her figure, “I was beginning to get worried you had gotten yourself killed.” she commented with her arms crossed, a scowl evident in the way her brows furrowed.

It was Peter’s time to scoff trying to dispel the feeling in his stomach, “You could at least fake some sincerity. I know how much you hate me,” he stated and she was about to rebut until she remembered that she had just slapped him right across the face

“It’d be hard not to, especially after what you did.” she mentioned. His jaw clenched as he turned away from the girl and back the ledge with his beer.

“Is that how you welcome your friends, eh?”

“You have some nerve to call me a friend.”

“I’m sorry” he spoke- it was truly all he could muster now that he stared at her. Peter glanced up and all he could see was the same girl when they were kids. He could see the way her eyes spoke more than her words. Peter recalled all the times she would curiously ask about science, skating, photographing and all the things he was interested in and right now she was begging to know what happened.

“Is that all you have to say?” she questioned as he turned to run a hand over his face as he breathed in and out.

He shook his head and pushed away from the ledge pacing around in his own space, shaking his head, “No…” he finally let out after thinking, “I’m sorry. I know I can’t make it up to you now and an apology isn’t going to fix anything but I genuinely am sorry. You can punch me if you want, not like you haven’t already slapped me.”

“Now I can finally say I’ve beat up Spider-Man.” she joked as a chuckle sounded from her mouth. Peter caught a glimpse of her eye to eye smile as he repeated this gesture.

“Well if we’re being real, you didn’t beat up anyone.”

“From your tone, it seems like that it will happen soon Pete,” she admitted, the nickname slipping from her lips which had been a force of habit. She pursed her lips sighing before giving him a curt nod, “I… Uh, sorry for calling you that.”

Before the two drifted, and before the whole Spider-Man persona, she had known him as Pete and he had known her as Y/N/N so of course being around him again after many years would warrant some slip ups because, damn she really had missed Peter so much – too much in fact.

He shook his head in response trying to hold back a smile, “I haven’t heard that in a while…” he uttered and let out a sigh of exasperation, taking a swig of his beer.

Y/N watched with sympathy at the boy she grew up with and she knew that it wasn’t a good sight to see. Peter was never one for drinking, sure he was reckless but he knew his limits, of course, with great power comes great responsibility but the area below Peter’s eye hung low with grief and a different kind of look that she had ever seen.

She knew of Peter’s history with Gwen and that when she died, a piece of him died with her. As sad as it was to see her friend go, it was even worse to see how much it affected the people around her. Peter was no longer the same stubborn nerd who also secretly saved the city– he became hungry for vengeance and so blinded by rage that he completely lost himself and Y/N in the process. She didn’t know how much times had changed and didn’t like to dwell too much on him when she was off doing her own shit but every now and then when she’d hear a siren, watch the news or whatnot, she would always be reminded of the boy next door. The boy next door who wasn’t just Spider-Man but was Peter Parker underneath it all.

“I owe you so much more than this, Y/N. More than just being here with a lame fucking apology.” he sounded drunk out of wits end but he definitely wasn’t. This had definitely kept him up at night if Y/N still remembered Peter as well as she thought she did. All their arguments could be resolved fairly easily when they were growing up but one where the other individual moved across town, states, countries even, was hard to resolve.

“No, you don’t Pete.” she sighed, knowing that he didn’t need to apologise. The two of them had their own respective reason to be mad at each other but it did not make the other individual’s point any less valid. Peter and Y/N were both grieving teens who were fuelled by their own coping mechanisms, causing them to push the other away. They both said fucked up things that they regret, Peter more than Y/N, but it didn’t make it his fault– she didn’t think she could ever blame him especially knowing that he had the extra added weight of Gwen’s death forever embedded within him forever. Any change, significant or minor, can create a sense of loss and Peter became the epitome of such.

There is a beat of silence that follows her reassuring words.

“Do you remember before we graduated you webbed up something if we ever came back in 10 years time?” she remembered as she finally took her place next to him by the ledge.

He turned to look at her before chuckling, letting his beer sit on the flat surface as the ledge, reaching under it as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes, Marlboro to be exact, “A pack of these bad boys.” Peter spoke observing the packet as he opened the box.

“You know for a smart nerd and a slightly above average student, preserving a cigarette for 10 years in the future was such a mistake,” she said, “I mean their shelf life must be like 3 months or something.”

He opened the packet and to his dismay, the smell was as bad as he recalled. Smoking just wasn’t the Peter Parker way and it certainly wasn’t a Y/N Y/L/N thing too. “I found it on one of my first missions around and I didn’t want to smoke them, you did! So I blame you actually.” he admitted.

Y/N feigned an offended look, laughing as she clicked her tongue, “I’ve been through almost 28 years of my life without smoking, I definitely don’t plan to start soon.” she retaliated as they laughed at each other.

“Twenty-eight huh?” he whistled as if that was such an old age, “It’s been a very long time.”

“Hey, don’t dwell yeah? It freaks me out when you do it,” she stammered as he nodded looking away from her, handing her the beer, “Thank you.”

“You never answered me,” he stated as she gulped down a bit of his beer, “How are you? It was a genuine question.”

“I would like to say good, but I think it’s just average,” she began and handed him back his beer, now they were standing a couple inches closer than before, “How about you? Last I heard, you were living the dream and all that.” she snickered as he tried his best to not snort at her comment.

“Oh yeah, there is definitely something so dreamy about JJ Jameson,” he exclaimed, drawing out his answer as he made Y/N laugh once more.

Y/N rolled her eyes shoving him with as much force as she could, “You know what I mean… About university and your studies– I hear you’re top of the class,” she raised her brows with a slight smile, “Not that I ever doubted that.” she added.

“Oh, no, yeah. I am at the top of classes and all, it’s good,” he replied as a response to her question, “I feel like I have no life.”

“Are there other Peter Parker’s out there? I think they brought back a different one,” she joked, still quite unsure at his words, “Sorry, did you wanna talk about it?”

Peter has never been an excellent liar, despite it partly being his job, but something about looking into Y/N’s eyes had triggered some part of his brain that couldn’t lie to Y/N - in all fairness, she’d known him since they were children, “Definitely not another Peter. Just…” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I’m just tired is all.” he mumbled the last bit but Y/N heard it clear as day.

Her lips pursed before she reached to pat his shoulder, “Pete.”

Y/N was belligerent– emotions swinging from pity to anger to sympathy like a pendulum.

“Hey, look at me,” she commanded as Peter turned to look at her, staring into her eyes, “I’m here right now okay? I won’t go anywhere and you might not want to hear this but you will get through this. You’re Spider-Man right? But underneath it all, you’re… you. Underneath that mask, there’s a human being.”

Peter felt himself flinch at her words. It felt like a blade had slashed through her chest, leaving his bleeding heart exposed and vulnerable. He tried her absolute best to keep his face unchanged- the apathetic facade he had constructed was the only thing concealing his pain from the world, and he intended to keep it up no matter how difficult it had become. He wishes he could smile but there was this anchor weighing down in his chest so instead he opted to just staring into her eyes because it was the only source of comfort for him right now.

“You can’t save other people if you can’t save yourself first Pete,” she surmised, “Sometimes it’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.”

There’s a tense silence that hangs in the air like a thick layer of humidity. It clings to him violently, ripping at his skin in an attempt to elicit any possible emotion it can.

Her digits reached for his hands as she held them as a means to comfort him, it always used to calm him down when they were kids. Y/N remembered his mother would always kiss his hands when she had to leave for important business trips so she made it her own way of letting him know that he was okay, “It’s time to let go.” she reassured him with a faint smile.

Peter sighed as a tear fell from his left eye, he nodded as she tried her best to smile but failed to do so, now her eyes filled with tears also. He decided to make the first move as he brought his arms around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug. The sigh that they both let out as they just hugged each other was cathartic and definitely needed in both cases.

Suddenly it all clicked in Peter’s mind…

Y/N was not just there to be moral support or someone to patch Peter up after a bad fight - she is and will forever be his partner. She is the one person who he felt comfortable talking to about being Spidey, a lifeline Peter never knew he needed, until her.

In many ways, it made him a better hero. Y/N does not have spider-powers, but she has the resolve and belief in Peter that he doesn't have for himself sometimes. She is responsible for reminding Peter that he can't be the Spider without first being the Man.

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moon-rivr · 3 months

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imagine Peter on a date with Mj but he forgot that the date night was “that” night of his “monthly man spider Shenanigans” so either there’s a werewolf moment or he slowly mutates.No worry Mj doesn’t get hurt they’ll reinvent the date

later time

pairing: peter parker x mary jane reader

contents: hair color specified (red), reassurance, and mutation (fur, fangs, and eight eyes 🥸)

author’s note: so i wasn’t sure what version of peter you wanted so i went ahead and just used tobey’s (sorry if that’s not what you wanted)

word count: 3.4k

The world seemed to disappear beneath your feet as you moved across the stage, the lights accentuating every movement that you made. All that mattered in this moment was you and the scene, that strive for perfection that you needed so badly. The weeks that you spent at your vocal coach's office proving themselves in this very moment. Every line that you delivered had the right amount of inflection, every line spoken with just enough volume that even those in the back could hear. Your movements halted as the music stopped, at the mercy of what the director would say about your performance.

"No," the director told you out flatly, the smile on your face fading away slowly. The clapping from the other aspiring actors quickly dimmed down at your rejection. The words didn't materialize in your head until you looked around to see that the rest of the cast was looking at you expectantly, a look of pity painted on their features. "Excuse me?" You asked, a bit dumbfounded as you stood in place. “I said no. We have plenty of girls like you. We're looking for someone younger, maybe someone blonde," the director didn't bother looking up this time before calling out the next person on stage.

After basically being forced to make your way off from the stage, you found yourself walking down Broadway. the path back home ignited a hollow feeling inside of you, seeing everyone's name up on the posters hanging on the wall except for your own. You should be used to this kind of rejection, since it's what you've managed to make of yourself during the multiple castings you've gone to. No matter how many times you got told no though, you couldn't help but feel the fresh sting coursing through your veins at knowing that you weren't good enough. You weren't good enough for your dad, not for the casting directors, and certainly not for Broadway.

Your attention was derived from the thoughts running through your head when you heard some cheering in the background, your eyes focusing on the swinging vigilante saving a kid from a burning building. The crowd burst out into cheers as spider-man set down the kid onto the pavement, a woman running over to the child and wrapping her arms around him in a protective matter. "Oh thank you, Spider-Man! You saved my little boy!" the woman exclaimed, tears streaming down her face from the sheer joy and shock running through her body. The praise flew straight to Peter's head, eagerly hugging the woman back after she'd embraced him.

You knew that you shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't feel jealous for all the attention that he received from the public. It'd taken Peter a while to stop being seen as a public menace to be seen as someone who wants to save the city. But you couldn't help feel a bit bitter at the recognition that he got from the people of New York, the way that they cheered him on like he was their idol. It only made you long for that feeling of being admired, of being the reason that someone gets excited. You shook your head as if that would get rid of the thoughts clouding your mind, making your way back home after the excitement of the scene died down.

"I got an alert that there was a pretty lady needing my help around here," you heard from above you, your boyfriend swinging upside down as he looked at you. "Really? Wonder where she is," you responded, coming closer to him as you slid his mask up to his nose. You hadn't seen Peter in a while due to your conflicting schedules, you with your acting career and him busy with school and his photography gig. He came down to the ground, holding you close to his body before sticking to a wall as a method to get back home faster. No matter how many times you do this, the sensation of being up in the air and looking down at everyone was something you'd never really get used to.

Peter set you down at the living room, sliding off his mask and starting to take off his suit. "How'd it go at the auditions? I’ve heard you rehearsing a couple times but I didn't wanna bother you," Peter inquired out of the blue, the rejection now making a forefront at the center of your brain. "Well, I got rejected. The director said I'm not exactly what they're looking for," you responded, sitting down on the couch as you rubbed your temples. You could tell that Peter was growing exhausted from being the primary provider between the two of you, since you didn't get a 9-5 job just in case an audition would open up just for you. Despite the exhaustion that he felt, he'd never say anything to discourage you from what made you happy.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get your big break sometime soon," he told you as he sat down next to you, holding your hands in his own. "I just don't get what i'm doing wrong. I put my all into that performance and he said I wasn't good enough because I wasn't blonde," you told Peter, a couple tears making themselves known as they streaked your cheeks. "It's his fault for not recognizing your talent, MJ. You're perfect the way you are to me, red hair and all," he whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hands. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, simply holding you until you felt better.

"I'll see you later, I have to get to class before they mark me absent again," Peter spoke up after a while, rushing to change into his streetwear. You stayed seated on the couch, looking at him as he went through the motions of getting dressed. "Do you resent me in any way?" You asked him quietly, his gaze going from the belt he was trying to buckle to your eyes. "Of course not. You're going for something that you want, I could never resent you for that," he answered you, leaning over and kissing your forehead before he grabbed his backpack. You were left at square one, having to look through different casting calls and calling the few actor friends that you'd made throughout the journey.

After a few calls, you'd come up with no results or rejection under the prose that directors were simply searching for someone else. You buried your head into your pillow to wallow over the mess that your career had turned out to be, willing yourself not to burst out crying for the second time today. Just when you were thinking about running off to a farm and raising a couple cattle to make for a profit, your phone rang in your pocket. "Hello?" Your voice came out muffled as you answered the call, expecting it to be Peter or Aunt May. "Mary-Jane Watson, right?" The director from earlier asked, already sounding unimpressed with the way this conversation was headed.

"Yeah, that's me," you managed to answer after a couple seconds, pulling the pillow off from your face and straightening yourself out as if he could tell your appearance wasn't exactly Broadway worthy right now. "So, the actress that's playing Maisie called in to say she has pneumonia. The role's yours if you wanted it, the character description fits you pretty well and it's still a pretty big supporting character," the director told you, a bit of excitement and disappointment combined flaring you up at the prospect. "Uh, sure, I can do that. When do rehearsals start?" You asked him, making a mental note of all the details that he was giving you. You were excited to have the chance to act on the big stage but you wished that it wouldn't be because someone was out sick.

Peter came back home a couple hours later, coming over to kiss your cheek once he set his backpack down. "Hey, how'd your afternoon go?" He inquired, sitting down on the couch next to you as his hand rests on your knee. "It was alright, I called in to a couple friends but they said that there weren't any rehearsals available," you responded, leaning against him a bit. "Don't stress out too badly about it, something will show up before you know it," he told you, his thumb circling around your knee. "Well, about that actually. The director from earlier called and said that i could have a role in the play. Not the role I wanted, but a role's a role," you added after a couple seconds, watching as Peter grinned down at you.

"That's amazing MJ! We should go out and celebrate," Peter told you with a smile, clasping your hands in between his. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be celebrated, that you were simply just a second option. That you were just taking scraps from what another actress couldn’t have. But instead, you chose to swallow those words and nod meekly at him at the suggestion. "Okay, that sounds good. Do you have someplace in mind?" You asked Peter, forcing yourself to act excited about the prospect of the dinner. "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could out to that restaurant that just opened up downtown," he replied, the place making you feel a bit nervous. You knew that you and Peter's economic status wasn't exactly the best, but you weren't gonna say anything that might embarrass him.

You simply nodded along to the suggestion, smiling as Peter kissed your forehead. "I'm just gonna go out on patrol to make sure that everything's okay before we out and relax. Is that okay with you?" He told you, waiting for you to approve before he went to put on the spidersuit. You were pretty sure he would've gone even if you said no, but he still liked to have the assurance that you'd be okay with it. You figured you still had a couple hours before he came back, choosing to go over the new lines that you'd been assigned. While rehearsals didn't start until next week, you didn't want to appear unprepared after already being the last resort.

"Hey MJ, wake up," you heard a faint voice in the background, Peter already having changed from his spidersuit into a formal suit. It was an odd sight to see him dressed up, so you took a couple moments to let the sight sink in before you stood up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I’m just gonna go and take a quick shower before we go," you told him, stepping off to the bathroom to hurry up and get ready. You'd fallen asleep while you were going through the process of highlighting your lines, some of the ink apparent on your cheek. You washed it off, getting in the shower to start the notions of getting ready. Despite the initial reluctance that you'd had about going out tonight and spending money, you couldn't deny that it was exciting to get dolled up.

You picked out a green dress for the night, the color matching the color of your hair perfectly. After taking your hair out of the towel, you dried it out before curling it in a beach wave style. You walked out of the bedroom after putting on a pair of heels and doing something light for your makeup, looking up at peter with a smile on your face. "How do I look?" You asked him, doing a small twirl. He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, just enjoying the comfort of being in your embrace for a couple seconds. Your relationship with peter had been nothing short of difficult, with the amount of breakups the two of you had under your belt, but you couldn't help but enjoy these moments between the two of you. Perhaps that's why you kept coming back for more.

"You look stunning, like someone that's definitely made for Broadway," he finally spoke up after a couple seconds, stepping back to extend his hand towards you. You grabbed his hand, following him out of the apartment. "Alright, grab on. The subway's delayed today," Peter spoke up, letting you hold onto him before he took off swinging. What would've been an hour long trip and three different subways turned into a fifteen minute adventure between the two of you. You fixed up your hair after the wind had messed it up a bit, following Peter inside the restaurant. "Hi, I have a reservation for Parker. two," Peter told the woman at the front, the two of you waiting as she scrolled through her computer to confirm.

"Alright, follow me," the waitress told the two of you, taking two menus off a stand before leading you two outside. "You'd requested a table outside, right?" The waitress asked to confirm, being met with Peter's curt nod as he pulled the chair back for you. You sat down and grabbed your menu, starting to look through the options. You couldn't help but notice just how expensive everything was at this place, your eyes drifting up from the menu up to Peter. "You sure we can afford to eat here?" You asked him quietly, not wanting to get anyone else's attention. "I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't afford it. Just order whatever you want without worrying about the price."

The waitress came back with the drinks the two of you had ordered, setting them down before taking out a notepad. "What would the two of you like to order?" she asked, tapping her pen against the notepad. You gave her your order first, Peter speaking up after you did. "Sounds good, I'll be back with your orders," she responded, grabbing the menus from the two of you before retreating back into the restaurant. "So how's it been going with your boss? Is Mr. Simmons still giving you a hard time?" You asked, taking a sip from your drink as you waited for his response. "Somewhat, though it's not really directed towards Peter Parker but Spider-Man instead. Really hates that guy," he responded, going on to ask you about the rehearsal you had lined up.

Peter's eyes turned into a dark shade of red in the blink of a moment, his jaw clenching tightly. It was hard to comprehend how'd he just gone from having a conversation to going into this sort of.. metamorphosis. He'd transformed into something completely foreign to you in just the span of a couple seconds, the moonlight behind the two of you only making seem to process speed up even faster. His face was now covered up in fur, fangs poking out of his mouth, and his eyes had multiplied by four. He blinked a couple times, like he wasn't sure if this was a dream or it was happening in actuality. You reached over to touch him, only to get rejected before your hand even reached him. "No, don't touch me. I'm a monster," he mumbled, his fangs obstructing most of his mouth.

Despite his current state, you could feel the embarrassment radiating off his body as he flipped the table over in a frenzy to walk away. You left behind money for the two drinks and a tip before the waitress got a chance to come back. "Sorry about the table!" You called out before taking off running in the general direction Peter had taken in. He'd managed to get away in the time you'd done the task, leaving you to look around in a frenzy for him. You approached him slowly once noticing him in an alleyway, the way that one would to a stray dog. You bent down to his level, taking his now furry hand into your own.

"Hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're not a monster," you spoke quietly, wanting to give him some reassurance about the situation. "I'm sorry I ruined the dinner, I should've known but I've been so stressed out and caught up with all these things that I forgot," he spoke up, his voice coming out a bit garbled from the elongated fangs. "It's just a dinner, we can make it up. Come on, let's go home and wait for this to wear off," you told him, getting up and extending your hand to help him. He seemed to be doing better this time around, grabbing your hand as he got up from the dirty floor. The discarded dinner was the last thing on your mind at the moment, all you cared about was getting Peter somewhere he felt comfortable being.

The two of you took an alternative way home to avoid attracting anyone's attention, the way back home silent apart from a couple crickets chirping in the background. "So.. how long has this been going on?" You asked him after a while, wanting to understand more about his situation. "It's been going on since the symbiote morphed with me, usually I am aware of the calendar of when the symptoms come back. But I've been busy working extra shifts to take you out to dinner," he responded after a couple seconds, making you feel slightly guilty for how hard he's been pushing himself. "I'll get a job if it doesn't work out this time," you promised him, being met with eight eyes in response.

"You're not gonna do that, you're not gonna give up on what you want," he whispered, making you feel comfortable despite the state he was in. All the initial jealousy that you felt towards him faded away at seeing what he truly dealt with as Spider-Man, that he was much more miserable than he liked to portray. "Is there anything I can do to make this process easier for you?" You asked him, handing him a bottle of water from the fridge. "It doesn't hurt or anything, all there is to wait it out. I am a bit hungry though," he responded, almost sounding a bit guilty that he was burdening you with the mess. "I'll make you something, just sit there a sec."

You walked into the kitchen and put the skills that you'd attained working at the diner, making him a grilled chicken sandwich with a couple of fries. You set down the plate for him, sitting down on the opposite side. An idea occurred to you in that moment, grabbing a candle that you'd bought earlier this month during a sale and lighting it up between the two of you. "It's not a fancy dinner, but it'll do for now," you spoke up when he looked up from his plate, taking a bite out of your sandwich. "Thank you. for being understanding about all this. I know it's not everyday that you see your boyfriend turn into a man-spider."

"Well it's a nice change from Spider-Man," you responded light-heartedly as you dipped your fries into ketchup. The dinner between the two of you was nicer that you could've imagined, despite the fact that it didn't end the way you thought it would've. You stayed by his side throughout the whole process, watching intently just in case he had the urge to go outside or anything. he held you in his embrace, the fur covering his body adding to his body warmth as he made you comfortable. "It's almost Harry's anniversary," he spoke up after a while, his voice sounding somber. "We'll go out to the cemetery and put some roses down. Just worry about yourself right now," you told him, your hand intertwined with his. "I love you. I'm sorry I don't tell you often."

"I know. Your actions speak louder than you do," you told him, slowly starting to doze off just from how comfortable and at peace you were in that moment. Peter stayed quiet after you said that, his hand gently tracing up and down your arm as the two of you slowly started to grow more sleepy. "I love you too, by the way. I never tell you that enough and I'm sorry for the way that I act towards you," you told him, wanting to convey just how much you cared about him in this moment given how vulnerable he was. "I know, don't worry. Your actions are pretty loud too."

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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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