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I'm sorry this put me through such a whirlwind of emotions-- what???

Like omg Fuck Bailey and fuck Peter too. But I still love him in the end cause his green flags made up for his momentary lapse in judgement lol

ONE THAT I HOPE HE NEVER MAKES AGAIN!!!

Red Light/Green Light

I personally, love a good angst to fluffy story.

Pairing: mcu Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: fights :( and mentions of sex if you squint.

Word count: 7.5K

You weren’t an anxious girlfriend by any means. 

Peter could do whatever he wanted when he wanted.

If he wanted to go get pizza with MJ you would encourage it. If he wanted to help out Inez in intro to darwinism because she was confused you would tell him to go for it. When he got Bailey's number to help her with some minor debate help you saw no issue with it. 

Until now.

Now you were asking yourself if you sent him into the arms of another girl. 

You hated that you noticed this, you were never like this before but Peter suddenly had a lot to talk about with Bailey. When you went out for dinner he started keeping his phone upside down, when you hung out he kept it near him at all times so when a text came through he could intercept it immediately. 

That was red flag number one. 

It didn’t come to a head until recently. Peter went to the bathroom during movie night and his phone went off once, you continued to look at the screen. His phone went off twice, you looked at his phone face down on the arm of the couch. His phone went off three times, you looked towards the phone and the bathroom door. When it went off for the fourth time you couldn’t help it. You never looked through his stuff before but what could Bailey need that it required four double texts? 

Holding your breath and looking towards the door again you lent over and picked up his phone. You sighed when you realized you were correct and looked at the stacked notifications from Bailey. You tapped on them to open them, you needed to put in his passcode. You typed it in but it vibrated, you did it again but it happened once more. You did it slower, pressing each number on their own. His phone locked, one minute before you could try again. 

He changed his passcode. 

Red flag number two. 

You tried to stay normal but the panic of him talking to a girl while changing his passcode didn’t leave much room for interpretation. When he came out of the bathroom he was wiping his hands on his pajama pants. He sat down and kissed your head, “You okay?” His question came when you pulled away from him, you crossed your arms and stared at the screen. 

“Baby?” He called when you ignored him. 

You hummed. If you spoke to him right now it wouldn’t be pretty. 

“You okay? You look like-” He started to make a joke, you cut him off. It wasn’t the time to be cute and funny. 

“Like my boyfriend has been texting a girl so much it made me insecure and when I tried to look at what was so important she needed to text you four times in a row I realized you changed your phone passcode?” You turned to look at him dead in the eye. 

“Do I look like that, Peter?” 

His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed with color. 

He looked guilty. 

“I, I, I…” He tried to start. 

“You, You, You.” You spat back. 

You stood and grabbed your water bottle and phone. 

“You need a better excuse. I’ll talk to you later.” 

You walked to the door and picked up your backpack. You had a hand on the door and waited. You waited for something, anything. You waited for Peter to speak, to call your name, to call you dumb for insinuatiting what you were, to beg you to stay, to talk about it. You waited for him to web your hand to the door, something. 

You opened the door and waited. You walked over the threshold and waited. You shut the door and waited. You walked down the stairs slowly, you stopped at the lobby entrance for a moment and waited. 

He never came. 

Red flag number three. 

If you were a cartoon character you would have steam coming from your ears. Your head would be red and swelling, it would pop with the pressure of heat and anger. If you could burn holes through someone right now it would be Peter. 

Because, when you tell your boyfriend someone he’s talking to makes you feel insecure and you even snap at him over it and leave his house you would think he would learn something. Not having her stand at his locker, talking back and forth. You watched with seething anger, he was talking about something insignificant, you could always tell when he was ranting on a topic. 

But Bailey, you never really watched her. And boy are you glad you tapped into that conversation. 

Bailey liked Peter. No. She loved Peter. 

You could see it written all over her face, her eyes were lit up at his movements, she was laughing when he wasn’t saying anything funny. She was curling a stand of hair around her finger, twisting her hips back and forth. But Peter, Peter didn't have a notice in the world she was looking at him like that. 

He was just moving things around from his backpack to his locker, he didn’t look at her once but she bored her eyes into his face like he was the world's greatest human. Peter could be deft at times, he was so smart but so dumb. He could recite the first fifty numbers of Pi but had no clue when a girl was into him. 

You slammed your locker and stomped over to him. 

The power that you felt the moment Peter’s gaze finally looked up and smiled at you walking to him. And the moment Bailey’s face dropped. You lent forward for a kiss and smiled when he pushed his head down to meet you, he pulled back but you pulled him back by the waist of his shirt for one more. 

“Looks like someone made up after the fight.” 

Your power was drained. You felt weightless and defeated. 

You looked at Peter and frowned. He almost wanted to cry, in the time you’ve been together he’s never seen a sadder face. 

“You told her?” Your words were built in betrayal. He wouldn’t talk to you but he talked to her? The reason you felt so shitty to begin with? 

“Yeah,” He looked at Bailey for a second, he licked his lips and thought of his next words carefully. 

“Yeah, I just needed a girl’s perspective.” 

You stepped back from him. 

“A girl's perspective?” 

You looked at Bailey, she had a half smirk but dropped it when Peter looked at her again. 

He nodded his head and gulped. Bailey said this would help but it was backfiring badly. He didn’t choose his words carefully enough. 

“You could’ve asked MJ or literally anyone else.” Your voice was monotone. 

“Well Bailey-” He started. He was defending her. Not you. 

Red flag number four. 

You cut him off and spoke loudly. You wanted the hall to hear this. 

“Bailey wants to fuck you. She’s trying to fuck this up.” You pointed between you and him. 

“And you’re letting her.” 

You stepped back ready to turn away to go to class. You looked at Bailey once more, her head was down and her cheeks were the color of a tomato, her whole body was flushed. You called her out in front of everyone. 

You looked back at Peter and pointed at her ashamed stance. 

“I don’t want to give you an ultimatum. I’m not that kind of girlfriend, but when you choose two girls you lose the one.” 

You shook your head at him in disappointment and turned for math class. 

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Peter was always your partner in lab. Even though you didn’t sit together he made a deal with his seat partner that during lab he would work with you instead. He always looked forward to the block class, he got almost 2 hours with you and especially today he needed the time to talk to you, to try and fix this because god, you were pissed. 

But imagine his surprise when the teacher called for lab and you moved to his table but when his table partner went to stand you pushed his shoulder back down. 

“Thanks Tye, but today I’m going to work with Bailey.” 

You looked at Peter and turned to go back to your work station with Bailey. Her face froze in panic when you returned, you smiled at her. 

“Why aren’t you working with Peter?” She laughed to ease the tension. It didn’t work. 

“Because,” You sat next to her and twirled a strand of her hair around your finger. 

“I don't want to work with Peter today. I want to talk about Peter today. I thought you would love that, both of us chatting about the boy we love.” 

Peter gulped. You knew he could hear you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus right now. You knew he was in full blown panic mode. You knew he was a nervous pee-er. 

Bailey looked behind her at Peter but you caught her chin to bring her back to your face. 

“He’s nervous. He doesn’t like that I broke the routine.” You looked at her. 

“When he’s nervous he has to pee. It’s cute, on our first date he had to pee like seven times.” 

“He’s about to ask for a bathroom pass.” 

Peter’s hand raised, “Mrs. McClendon, can I go to the bathroom?” 

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Told you.” 

You watched her take your words in silence. She was scared of you at the moment, it was cute. 

“Now, when he gets back, he is going to look at us. He’s going to wipe his hands on his pants and bite his lower lip. Then he’s going to sit down, he’s gonna tap his pencil on the desk and bounce his leg. Then he’s going to get up and look around and sharpen his pencil at the front of the class so he can get a better look at me to make sure I'm not tormenting you too much.” You smiled at her when you finished. 

Bailey wasn’t sure where you were going with this. 

When the class door opened you paused on writing down a chemistry question, the solution was the mixture you would be working on today. 

“Go ahead. Look at him.” You nodded towards the back of the class. Bailey kept her eyes on her paper, you elbowed her. 

“Really, watch him. I’m asking you too.” 

You watched as Bailey looked at you, then turned her head to your boyfriend. You continued to work, even sliding Bailey’s worksheet to you to finish the second half of the equation. Bailey watched Peter at your command, she watched as he wiped his hands and looked around the room chewing on his bottom lip. He looked around until he looked towards their table, his eyes on you. You bent over the table, you looked between the pages and started to mumble. He heard you mutter something along the lines of ‘if Peter was here how would he do this? Is it x squared? No he would say that not every problem would be solved with x squared.’ 

He moved his eyes to see Bailey looking at him, he hadn't even noticed she was staring at him. 

Peter moved to his seat with his head down. He started to tap the end of his pencil on the desk, then moved from biting his lip to shaking his leg. He looked at you once more, ignoring Bailey’s eyes. He looked at his pencil and pressed the lead to his desk watching it snap. He stood and walked to the front of the class to sharpen it again. He looked towards you and watched you struggle with the question, if you weren't mad at him you would have asked for help 3 times over by now. 

He blew a breath through his mouth, he had to at least check on you. He had to make sure you weren’t berating Bailey too bad. He slowly made his way towards you, if the teacher asked he was taking the long way back to his seat. He paused in front of your seat, he was ignoring Bailey right now. Even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and talk to her right now. 

“How’s it going over here?” 

You looked up to Peter and smiled, you wrapped an arm around Bailey’s elbow and tugged her into your side. “Great! You know, I think we have some things in common.” You looked at her and watched her slow blink, you pushed your shoulder to hers, “Right?” She just nodded blankly. 

“That’s great.” Peter responded weakly, he moved to stand over your shoulder. 

“Need any help?” 

You straightened your back and felt him involuntarily move in, it was a habit. He was used to standing guard over you. 

“Yes, actually.” You pulled your arm from Bailey’s, and pointed to the sixth task. 

He hummed and moved forward, his hand moving over your shoulder to grab your pencil. He lent his mouth into the back of your head and placed a soft kiss. You knew it was an ‘I love you’ and grabbed his wrist in a silent ‘I love you too.’ 

“You know you can’t solve everything with x squared right?” You lent your head back into his chest and groaned. 

“I know but last lesson it was the answer to everything and it made me feel smart and now I need your help again.” You placed a kiss on his forearm. “Every time I feel caught up it changes.” 

Peter hummed and wrote the equation down for you, most times he helped you solve it. Sometimes you weren't in the mood for a whole lesson and he would just give you the answer. 

“I know, it’s such a drag to help you. I mean, you have to come over and I help you and then we get to watch movies and I get to kiss up on you. It’s actually terrible.” He kissed your forehead and pulled back. 

“You’re good to start now. You wanna come over tonight? We can do homework, or…” He trailed off and moved to your right ear, his whisper to you only, he didn’t want Bailey to hear, your reaction alone would make her shake. 

“Or, we can do something else. May isn’t home, she won’t be back til tomorrow evening. Whole place for us all night.” He mumbled into your ear and you pulled back with a gasp. You held a hand to your chest, “Peter Parker!” He hummed and smiled, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

Before he parted he pulled your head back by your chin, your face pulled backwards to look at him upside down. He had both his hands on the side of your face and smiled with his whole heart, he looked into your eyes and spoke honestly. 

“Hey. I love you.” He winked and went back to his seat. 

You started to pull the liquids to make the chemical reaction. 

“How accurate was I?” 

Bailey looked at you, and spoke softly. 

“Spot on.” 

“Know why I told you that?” She shook her head no. 

You smiled at her with pity, you knew she felt it. She looked down in shame, “Know why I asked you to look at him?” She looked at you again, “No.” 

“Because, You will never know him like I do. And he will never love you like he loves me.” 

Bailey was silent for the rest of lab. 

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Peter thought he had made it right. 

You talked to him in lab. You lent into his touch and he even gave you the answer off the bat. He even totally ignored Bailey and felt like a dick but he did it so you would know there was nothing to worry about. He loved you, he thought you knew that. He didn’t mean to make you so upset, he really didn’t mean to make you cry. 

In fact, if Peter really thought about it he can’t remember a time he’s made you cry like this. He made you cry because he made you feel beneath him. 

Peter thought when you came over tonight all would be solved. There would be no Bailey discussion, he figured he made his point when he ignored her existence in class today but apparently that wasn’t good enough. 

The way tonight went Peter wasn’t even sure he had a girlfriend anymore. 

Honestly he wasn’t too sure when it started. He wondered if you came over with the intention to fight or it just happened, maybe it was intentional because you didn’t even bring your backpack. You were in pajamas and had mascara under your eyes, he wondered if it was from crying or rubbing at your eyes from a long day. 

“Hi.” He greeted you at the door. 

“Hey.” That set him back some, you both always said the same thing. It was always hi, always. Peter felt like he was slipping, were you both on different pages? 

“Hey?” 

“Hello?” You questioned back. 

“Are we just running through formal greetings?” You moved to the kitchen to inspect his fridge. Peter always had the best snacks and drinks, and they were always different. It was the first thing you always checked, looking for the flavor of the week. 

“Hi. It’s always hi.” Peter felt nervous, his eyes shot to his bathroom door. 

You scanned the fridge and found the new soda flavor in front of you. 

“Oo, orange? May is going crazy. If she gets grape next time I won't leave until I finish all of them.” 

“Did you hear me?” He shifted his weight. 

“Huh? Oh, yes sorry. Hi, Peter.” Your voice was muffled when you poked your head back into the fridge. 

Peter frowned. It threw off his balance and it didn’t feel the same when he asked you to say it. He wanted you to do it naturally, not because he wanted it. 

“Babe, do you have any more cherry Coke? I kinda want one of those instead.” 

“Um, Maybe. I can look, I really have to pee though.” He nearly sprinted to the bathroom. 

When he opened the door he saw you standing right by it, he jumped a little and held his hand to his chest. He looked behind you to the kitchen and started to make his way to look for your cherry coke. 

He stopped when you put out an arm to block him from moving. 

“Am I making you nervous?” 

Peter looked around and looked back at you. 

“A little.” 

You raised your eyebrows. 

“Why?” 

“I think you're mad at me.” 

You paused and thought about it. You were a little upset still but not angry. 

“I don’t think I am. I’m a little upset but I don’t want to yell at you.” 

“You’re not mad?” 

You moved in for a hug and squeezed until he grunted. 

“Not mad.” 

“Then why didn’t you say hi?” 

“Hi.” You kissed where your head fell on his chest. You leaned up and kissed up his neck into his jaw, each kiss he was given an ‘Hi’.

“Okay, okay I get it!” He laughed and pushed you away from him. 

You followed him to the kitchen and watched him squat in front of the fridge, his head ducking to try and find a Coke for you, he knows you stashed one. You just forgot where you put it. He rooted around in the vegetable drawer and pulled the last one out. He held it to you and you gasped and held it to your chest. 

“My hero!” 

Peter stood and stretched, “If only every crime was that easy.” 

You yawned at his stretch and watched him copy. 

“I’m putting on my PJ’s. You pick the movie.” You gave him a ‘you sure?’ look. Peter always chose the movies, he said you had the worst taste in movies and you weren’t able to pick them anymore. When you binge TV he loves your choices, but movies were a failed task. 

“I’m positive. Be right back.” He answered your look, it made your heart swell when he did that. He knew you so well that one look could ask him a question. 

You cracked open the can and took a sip, you offered one to Peter. He took the can and took a mouthful that puffed his cheeks out. He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled, he turned to his room to change. You meant to walk to the couch to choose a movie, and you did. You even sat your soda and phone down but then the thought of Peter changing was so exciting you bailed and went to watch him. 

Except the excitement was blown the second you walked in. Peter wasn’t changing, he was sitting on his bed with his phone pulled to him with the charger in. He was fully clothed still, he went in with the intention of getting on his phone, not putting on pajamas. 

His fingers were moving fast, he was trying to write as quickly as the thoughts came to him. 

You knew who he was talking to. 

Red flag number 5. 

“What is wrong with you?” Your words were venomous. 

Peter’s head shot up and his eyes went wide. 

“You didn’t think I’d catch you? You’re so smart Peter, why are you being so dumb?” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“What does that mean?” 

“Why are you still talking to her? What is it about her?” You pointed at his phone in his hand. He locked it and placed it face down on the nightstand. Your breath caught, he still didn’t want you to see. 

You took a step back, and stared at his phone. 

“Peter, I think we should break up.” 

Peter stood from the bed. 

“What?” 

“I think we should break up.” 

“What?” He couldn’t conceptualize what you were saying. 

“I don’t like how you’re making me feel. I think I need to step back from this.” 

“Step back? No, no no no, you don't need to step back.” His hands started to shake. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know how serious you were at school. You told him you’d dump him. 

“Then why are you still texting her?” You shouted the words, tears gathering. You were about to break down. 

“She’s a friend! You treated her like shit today and she wanted to make it right with me.” Peter sighed and felt tired, he didn’t feel like fighting right now. 

“I treated her like shit? She’s the one that is trying to ruin this!” 

“Really? Because you’re the one fighting with me.” 

The tears came down your face, you started to huff. 

“Why are you letting her do this?” 

Peter ran a hand over his face. He could fight guys all night long but fights with his girlfriend were daunting and exhausting. There was always too much emotion involved. 

“I’m just talking to her. As a friend. I’m your boyfriend, you won.” 

“Then why did you change your passcode!” You screamed the words, your breaths were short.

“And why do you hide your phone from me? And why are you lying about talking to her?” You were on the verge of hyperventilating. 

“I’m not! Morgan got my password and texted everyone in my recents I sucked. I changed it then, I swear! I’m not trying to hide it but you said you were insecure!” Peter tried to defend himself but just put his foot in his mouth.

“I'm insecure? You know I'm insecure about her and you’re still talking to her?” You wiped your tears and sniffled. 

“She just went through a bad break up! She said it was hurting debate so she needed help and she just started talking to me.” 

“She wants a rebound not a friend Peter!” You were hurt and frustrated. 

“Oh my God!” He shouted and pulled at his hair. 

“She knows you exist! She knows we're dating!.” He pointed between you two.  

“And she doesn’t care! You know she likes you, I know you do!” Your voice was rising again. 

“I didn’t know it until today, I swear. But she knows we’re dating and that nothing will happen! She told me today!” 

“And you told her about last night?” You shot at him.

“I needed to talk to someone!” He matched your tone. 

“But not your girlfriend? Really? You’re going to talk to the person that made me leave?” You slapped your hands on your thighs and sniffled. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out his window as you started to cry again. 

Peter sighed and looked at you, you were so upset you were trembling. He had really fucked this up, he was trying to save the relationship not make it worse. He stepped forward to grab you but you stepped back and looked at him. 

“Why her?” You sniffled and wiped away your tears before more were released. 

“I never get jealous. I let you talk to other girls all the time, I let you hang out with them and I don't get mad or question you. But this one, this one makes me upset. Why can’t you get that? It’s just one.” You spoke softly, your lip trembled with the sob that wanted to escape. You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to hug you and tell you he would stop talking to her, but he didn’t. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Y/N. I just thought she needed a friend. I just think you’re reading too much into it.” He spoke calmly but his words made you feel dumb, like this was a silly argument. 

Red flag number 6.

“I don’t like you right now Peter. I’ve told you how I feel about her twice now and each time you wave it off. It’s not about her anymore, she's just a girl from school. But you're my boyfriend, and you've made me feel belittled and downplayed and lower than you.” You moved towards the door, but kept facing him. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. It wasn’t my intention.” His response was robotic. 

You guffawed at him, his words were hollow. Did he not understand what was happening here? 

“You know what Peter? It feels like you're cheating on me.” Your words sent swords to his heart. 

“I’m not- I would never.” He moved towards you and grabbed your hands in his. 

“I’m not cheating on you. I wouldn’t do that, okay? I love you.” 

You pulled your hand from his and shook your head. The disappointment was written on your face, even he could see it. 

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me this way.” Your words were soft, the decision was made. You weren’t going to make your partner choose you. 

“What does that mean?” His voice was panicked. He didn’t mean for this to happen. 

You stayed silent. He knew what this meant. He was fucking this up, you were the love of his life and he’s about to let you walk out the door. He was letting you dump him. 

“Baby, what does that mean?” You turned your face and held your eyes shut as you cried. This was so hard. 

“Baby?” His voice was pleading. You cried harder at the word, it was yours. He gave you that name and you wore it like a badge. 

“Please.” His voice cracked. 

Peter had never cried in an argument, but this wasn’t an argument anymore. This was a breakup. 

“Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this to me. I’m sorry, please don’t. Please.” He begged you. 

You shook your head, you had to stay strong. You had to prove you were worth more. 

“Baby, please. I’ll let you read the texts. I’ll block her number. Please. Anything.” 

You met his eyes, they were red and glistening. His nose was red, you remembered you told him his nose always went red when he cried. You called him your little rudolph. You just felt sad looking at him. 

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked and tears ran down his cheeks. His breaths were short, once the tears started he couldn’t stop. He brought his wrist to his eye and rubbed at it. He turned his back to you, his quick inhales left you wanting to run to him. You wanted to rub your hand down his back and help him breathe, you wanted to hold him and tell him it was okay but it wasn’t. You didn’t feel secure anymore. 

“Peter,” You looked at his front door, you needed to leave. You couldn’t watch him anymore, it was becoming unbearable. 

“Peter, I should go.” You nearly whispered the words, they were so hard to say. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered. You’ve never heard him like this. He was pleading with you, he needed you like water right now. 

“Peter, I have to go now. I’ll see you later, okay?” You stared at his back. You realized you hadn’t kissed him tonight, you didn’t get a last kiss. 

You silently grabbed your phone and left. He didn’t say a word, part of you wanted him to fight harder for you. The other was glad he didn’t, he let you make this as easy as possible and you knew it killed him inside to do it. 

You loved him. You truly loved him with your whole heart. And if you were cruel you would tell him that, but instead you looked at him one last time. He was hunched over as his shoulders shook, he was holding in his cries for you. Your heart fell to the floor and you left it there as you passed over the threshold. 

Peter couldn’t sleep that night. 

He also couldn’t be Spider-Man that night. He couldn’t do anything that required him to get out of bed, he felt trapped the second you left. His mind was hollow, he was entirely empty inside. He kept replaying the fight in his mind, he was never good at fighting with you. He always said the wrong things and made it worse. That’s why he never tried to fight. 

He felt depleted and at a loss. He felt so fucking stupid too. He doesn’t know why he fought you so hard on it. It was one person that made you feel bad, but Peter, the one who wants to do nothing but love and protect you made it worse. He didn’t take your side, and that’s why you dumped him. He doesn’t blame you, he’d dump himself if he could. 

He told himself ‘That’s it!’ If he goes over to Bailey’s and talks to her he can solve everything with you. He just needed to friend dump her and everything goes back to normal. Satisfied with his plan he jumped out of bed and grabbed his wallet and phone barley locking the front door before speeding down the stairs. 

When he got to Bailey’s the plan was simple: Tell her girlfriend dumped you, tell her you can no longer be friends, get girlfriend back. Easy enough. 

But the second the first part came out she let out an “Thank God!” and sighed. 

“What?” Peter was puzzled. 

“Thank God! She was the absolute worst. I don’t know how you lasted that long with her. She is truly insufferable. She’s always talking about you and going on and on about how special she is to be with you. If I’m being honest she never deserved you.” She paused and took a sip from her straw. 

“You didn’t like her?” Peter was lost. Bailey had told him you were friends and she loved how cute you and him were together. 

Bailey laughed at his question. “God no, I was praying for her downfall.” 

“What? Why?” Peter couldn’t believe this. He was so blindsided, you were right. All she wanted was to get him to herself. And he let it happen. 

“She didn’t deserve you. I just said that, silly.” 

Bailey moved closer to Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“But, if you’re feeling sad and needy I can make a good rebound. I need one myself, this works out perfectly.” She lent in to kiss him but Peter pushed her back. 

“Are you insane? You said you needed a friend. I was good to you, I believed you when you said you wanted nothing more than that. I fought with my girlfriend over you. I got dumped because of you and you want to have sex?” Peter stood and shook his head at her. 

“You’re not a good person. You rubbed off on me, I was a terrible boyfriend tonight. You don’t deserve me at all, and how you could insinuate that is beyond me. You are a shitty human who did a terrible thing.” He spat the words and turned to leave. 

“Oh yeah? Well you’re just as bad. You fell into my trap just as easy, you knew what I wanted. Even your girlfriend called me out and you still kept talking to me. You must not have loved her that much.” She shrugged her shoulders, this was nothing to her. 

Peter’s blood boiled with her words. You had told him those words just a few hours before and now Bailey was rubbing that in his face. Peter clenched his fists but couldn’t keep calm, he was so pissed at this girl that ruined his relationship he couldn’t keep a level head. He turned to walk to where she had stayed. Peter bent at the waist so his face was in hers directly, he wanted her to know the words he was about to share came from his heart. 

“You are vile. You are scum. You are a terrible shitty human with no remorse or moral standpoints. You prayed on pity and turned it into a fun game. You mean nothing to me, if you were on fire I wouldn’t even spit on you. I think you are the worst person I have ever met and I’ve met a lot of them.” His words were ice cold, he has never spoken such cruel things. 

“Wow. That hurts.” She blinked at him. 

“You know what Bailey? I hope you find love, I really do. And I hope it’s really good. The kind of once in a lifetime kind of love. The love where you know the other person like the back of your hand, there is nothing that they can hide from you, and you can’t hide it from them. I want you to have a love that gives you a reason to wake up in the morning, someone that makes you breathe better just by seeing them. A love where you can’t imagine one possible moment without them because no matter what it is they just make it so much better. I hope that for you, I really do.” Peter spoke sincerely and went to leave. 

“Do you really?” Her voice was soft. She always wanted a love like that, she dreamed of it. 

“Of course.” He had his hand on her doorknob and turned his head over his shoulder. 

“Then I hope you fuck it all up and lose it all.” He opened the door and slammed it behind him. 

Peter was banging on your window. 

You tried to ignore the taps at first, but then they were knocks. Then they were thumps of his palm against the window. You rolled your eyes, there was a reason it was shut and locked. You wanted to keep him out. 

His restlessness was unsettled, his bangs became faster until you huffed and threw the covers off you and ripping the curtains open. You stared at Peter on the other side of the glass, and waited. You weren’t going to say a word until he did. 

Peter looked at you wide eyed with an open mouth. He didn’t expect you to actually come to the window, he assumed he would have to break in. 

“What?” You barked the words at him. You didn’t want to break the silence first but he was taking too long. Peter cupped his hand around his ear and made a confused face. “What?” You repeated. He narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his ears. 

“I know you can hear me Peter!” 

He stared blankly at you. 

You groaned and unlocked the window and threw it up. 

“Hi!” He smiled at you. 

“Hi.” 

His heart clenched. You still did it. Involuntary or not it counted. 

“What do you want?” You were quick to the point. 

“Oi! What happened to exes being friends?” 

You frowned at him. It’s too soon for him to be making these jokes, it hasn’t even been twelve hours. 

“Not funny yet?” He read your mind. 

“No.” 

“That’s okay. I’m still into my ex.” He shrugged and watched you roll your eyes. He didn’t miss the hint of a smile on your lips, he still has you. 

“Why are you here?” 

“I went to Bailey’s house.” He started but you were finished at that sentence. 

You stared at him and pushed the window down, he caught it at the bottom and pushed it up. You huffed and pushed it down, he kept his hand in place the window not budging against his grasp. You stood on your tiptoes and put all your weight into pushing it down but it stayed complacent. 

“This isn’t one you’ll win baby.” His tone was cocky, he liked seeing you flustered. 

“You can’t call me that I’m not your girlfriend.” You sat down at the window so you were equal height with Peter on the other side. You grabbed at this hand and tried to uncurl his fingers on the wood. 

“Oh you like rubbing that in.” He watched as you tried to get him to release his grip but you were failing. 

“Peter let go!” You reached your arm out to pull at his wrist. 

“No. I love you.” 

You pulled away and tucked your knees to your chest. You put your head down and started to cry, your shoulders shaking with each sob. Peter pulled the window open and let himself in, he sat down with you and wrapped his body around yours. You cried harder at his warmth, you turned around to press yourself into his neck. 

“Why’d you let me do that?” Your words were muffled in his shirt. 

“Because you had to.” He kissed your forehead and rested his head on yours. 

Green flag number 1.

“Can I continue?” You nodded your head against his. 

“I went to Bailey’s house. See, I had this great idea that if I told her what happened she would be empathetic and set it straight and then we would never talk again and me and you would get back together and the worst five hours of my life would be over. But something worse happened.” 

You sniffled and pushed him back with your hands on his chest. You looked over his face and neck, if he was here to tell you he hooked up with her you would lose it. 

“What happened Peter?” 

He sighed and looked down. “You were right.” 

“Huh?” 

“I know right? Here I go with my loud mouth saying you don’t understand, but it was me babe. I didn’t understand. You were right, you were so right.” 

“About what?” 

Peter leaned back on his arms, “She wanted to bone me babe. Like right out the gate, I went over there heart in my hands. No light or soul left in me, just grasping at straws. I tell her you just dumped me with a capital D, no remorse, just a straight kill shot.” He smiled when he made you laugh, you wiped at your nose with a sleeve of his hoodie. 

“And she goes, and I quote, “Thank, God.” and I obviously, in pure shock. Just double knifed right now, punches from every side. I say, “what?” because there is no way I heard that right and she says it again. Then she said she hated you, which she said you were friends all along, and that you didn’t deserve me. Then said I needed a rebound and so did she and this was actually a good thing if I think about it. Then she tried to actually bone me.” Peter concluded his rant. 

“What did you do?” You looked at him and hoped he did the right thing. 

“I barked at her.” 

You laughed and leaned forward to hit his arm, “No you didn’t.” 

“No I didn’t. I said some really, really mean things. Like, I defended your honor so hard she’s gonna form a crush on you instead.” He smiled at you, he wanted to ask if everything was okay now. 

Green flag number 2. 

“How mean?” You pushed him, you’ve never seen Peter mean. He must have wished her coffee was always too sweet or too bitter, never just right. That's the most vicious you could imagine Peter getting. 

He let out a puff of air. 

“Uh, something about being vile and being a shitty human and hoping she has the once in a lifetime kind of love you always dream of and she fucks it all up. Or something like that, I dunno it’s kinda blur.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked towards you. 

Green flag number 3.

You pulled your head back in impressment. 

“Wow. I’m lucky you spared my feelings when I totally crushed you after I slammed dumped you.” 

“Good one, babe.” He stuck his hand out for a fist bump. 

“You were totally heartless there. I mean I was crying like a baby and you stone cold just left. Now I know who the bad cop is gonna be when we have kids.” He poked fun and you turned your head at him. 

“We’re not getting back together, Peter.” 

Your words were ice. Peter felt frozen, he was sinking on the titanic. He figured it was okay now, you were talking like you were okay. Peter had a deer in headlights look and cleared his throat. 

“Um, yeah. Of course, I really fucked that one up. I just wanted you to have closure.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and went to stand so he could make his exit. 

You reached for his wrist and pulled him to keep him sitting. 

“No hard feelings?” You reached your hand out for a handshake. He started at your hand and shook it, he nodded at your words. “No hard feelings.” 

Green flag number 4. 

You let out a breath of fresh air. 

“Oh good. Don’t get me wrong, you’re totally hot and smart and totally my type. I mean you make me laugh even when I’m supposed to be mad at you and you always know how to fix our problems but I mean, I’m still hung up on my ex. It wouldn’t be fair to jump into a new relationship right now.” 

Peter nodded with your words. 

“I understand. I’m still not over my ex, she reminds me a lot like you. Beautiful, witty and just a dream stomper. I still love her actually.” He sighed and reminisced. 

“I still love mine too.” You looked at him and felt like giving him the best kiss of your life. 

“You know if we're both hurting from our ex’s we could just be each other's rebound. It works out perfect.” 

You leaned over and met him in a kiss. He made a surprised sound not expecting your move but grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. He opened his mouth into yours and deepened the kiss, he thought he wasn’t going to be able to do this for a while. Not ever again though, he always knew he would win you back. You moved to straddle his waist, with your arms locked behind his head you pulled back from him and pecked his mouth. 

“I’m sorry I broke up with you.” You whispered into his mouth.

“It’s okay. I deserved it.” He matched your tone. 

Green flag number 5. 

“It was the worst five hours of my life. Let's never do that again.” 

Peter lent in to kiss you again, and again. 

“Deal.” 

“No really, it was traumatic.” 

Peter was kissing down your neck, he hummed and you pulled away with a shout. 

“Was it? I think I was more traumatized. The love of my life broke up with me like it was nothing. I was a mess.” 

“No, actually I had it worse. I mean you were begging me not to do it, I was the heartless monster that had to keep going and actually do it.” 

“I think you gave me trust issues.” He moved some hair behind your ear and you raised your eyebrows at him. 

“Oh I gave you trust issues?” Making sure to enunciate on the you. 

“Mhm. I see the error of my words.” 

You pressed your forehead against his and stilled. It was okay. Everything was okay. 

“Hey, Petey?” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Green flag number 6.

Hey 👋 I don’t know if you write for Peter Parker but if you do could I get a blurb where reader is called a slut for no particular reason by someone they know and she goes crying to Peter about it. You can do what you like without after that thanks 😊

getting to your head

a/n: i do write peter parker! he always over 18 tho... i hope this was up to your expectations... enjoy

warnings: degrading name slut, soft Parker, pure fluff

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Y/N was grabbing her books out of her locker, placing them into her backpack when a nasally high pitched voice called her name. Regina stood beside Y/N with the rest of her clique behind her.

“You’re a slut,” Regina said flicking her hair over her shoulder before walking away.

Giggles were heard from her clique, some agreeing and mirroring Regina’s actions.

Y/N stood in shock. The statement was so unforeseen that it had shaken Y/N. It normally wouldn’t have because Regina’s insults were always habitual, calling her an idiot or ugly. For some reason, Y/N took this insult to heart and felt a lump grow in her throat. 

She quickly packed her bag and dashed out of the school, slamming her locker shut. Some students hadn’t even flinched, while some stared at her like she was an extraterrestrial creature.

Luckily, Peter was already waiting for her in the front of the school. He had recently turned 19 and decided to stay with Mr. Stark to work with the Avengers. He had also offered to help Y/N with transportation and school, being that he was your boyfriend. she’s 18

“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” He gave her a warm smile before he noticed her unshed tears, “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked embracing her shaking body.

“T-These girls, they called me a ‘slut,’” Y/N sobbed into Peter’s “if you believe in telekinesis” shirt.

“Don’t listen to them. You are not a slut. You’re the most loyal girlfriend ever. They’re just trying to get to your head,” Peter stroked your hair, comforting you.

“I know I should’t’ve made such a big deal out of it, but it just, it really hurt. I’ve never been called a ‘slut’ before,” she said, her sobs starting to lessen. 

“And you won’t be called a ‘slut’ anymore, alright. I love you and your loyalty, and that’s all that matters,” Peter lightly kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she said lifting her head off his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, “Now, wanna go get a churro?”

“Let’s go, Spideyboy.”

TULIP WITH THE GUY EVER

this is for peter!! im feral for this man my god this is long for nothing happening- guys i am SO fucking rusty prompt: an act of affection so blatant everyone notices roommate!peter <;3 flower prompts

It’s hard not to look at her. 

There’s so much to observe, so much to place his attention on- how she smiles, the way she taps the sides of her mugs before she sips her tea. She’s a vision in red lipstick and he’s the kind of person that’s blessed to be in her presence. 

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a sweet sort way that she curls into herself. She’s been his friend for just about a minute longer than he’s been in love with her, and he’d like to think he does a decent job at hiding this fact.

He landed on his hip today, from a height far enough off the ground that it still hurts, pain radiating from every step as he walks home. The commute is actually quite far from his internship at the newspaper, but he likes the area he lives, and the woman whose company he keeps while he lives there. He makes concessions. 

Still, he’d been looking forward to the sight of her since the ache began. Her presence had a way of soothing. 

She’s curled up onto an inherited recliner in their shared apartment, and when he bursts their creaky door open in a fluid motion, he’s greeted with this sight. She’s not alone- some friends from her graduate program on their Ikea couch. 

It’s girls night, and it’s his dutiful role to say a quick quip and head back to his room. Her two best friends are over, legs splayed over each other in an open display of affection that he adores witnessing. He could hear the laughter and yelling from outside the apartment itself. He likes how they make her laugh, how they seem to make her heart lighter when he can tell she’s not able to carry the weight of everything by herself. 

“Peter!” She’s the first to even notice he’s around, and he tries not to let the stubborn firework in his chest keep exploding at the thought of it. At the thought, she sees me. Her voice is warm and kind and weightless, and he drinks in  the sight of her. Their floor lamp illuminates her in warm golden light, a coupe glass with red wine held in delicate fingers. 

“Hey, you,” he replies, an unmistakable warmth he can’t seem to rid himself of in his tone. He tries not to seem disappointed, like he’d not been imagining watching an irrelevant TV show, a little too close together until they’d fallen asleep just that way.

As he’s hanging his withered coat, he asks, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

Her friend explains that they are watching the Spy Kids trilogy in order, and she nods dutifully along. 

“That sounds wonderful,” he can’t help but laugh. “I’ll leave you guys be-“ 

And it’s no surprise, when they send a him a chorus of please join, and you’re welcome to be here! 

She stands up to give him a hug goodnight (because she wants to kill him), and he envelops her before he can stop himself. She smells like a mixture of lavender and rose and sweet red wine, and he’s grateful for his heightened senses for a moment; it doesn’t take long to memorize it all. 

It occurs to him that he won’t see her until morning, and he takes in the sight of her again, eyes raking over her. She really is beautiful- lovely in a way that radiates her smile, follows her in action. His hands rest on the curve of her waist, and something and things being made to fit one another cross his mind, against his better judgement. God, he could spend forever looking at her, longer touching her. 

He only pulls away when he hears a muffled pair of laughs, failed attempts at not interrupting a moment. Which is absurd, because there is no moment. None. 

She beams at him despite the laughter of those she holds dear, and it aches saying goodbye to her. She's just down the hall and it hurts to leave.

He slinks off to his bedroom smelling like her perfume, blushing bright red and maybe, just maybe, the tiniest bit hopeful. And he thinks he might of heard the faint whisper of two other people, whispering questions he mulls over every day.

"Just roommates, huh?"

thank you everyone for all the love and support on "across the universe" !! I'm currently working on part two which should be out sometime tomorrow

I'm also going to write a basic introduction to my page, just simple facts about me, my boundaries, and what i plan on writing

in the meantime, my inbox is open so please let me know any characters or prompts you'd like to see a fic about!

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I Think He Knows

Summary: You wrote a letter to Peter. He read it. He knows.

Trope: Friends to Lovers. 

Pairing is Peter Parker x Stark!reader 

Word count: 4000

“You always call at the worst fucking times.”

 You hissed into your phone as the loud ring cut through the silent lab you were sneaking through. 

Your dad didn’t need to catch you in here and Peter definitely didn’t need to catch you in here.

‘Oh hey peter! I'm great, yeah! oh why do i have my hands in your backpack going through your shit? good question!’ You thought, the image of the conversation sent a mental shudder down your spine 

Yeah, you really didn’t need to be caught in here. 

“Did you get it yet?” MJ lowered her voice on the other side of the phone too, she was just as invested in this as you. 

“No, I had to wait until they left. I never saw peter leave so I said fuck it and was just gonna ask if I could use his notes and take it then but he’s not in here.” 

Except the little sleaze was in the room. 

You just couldn’t see him. 

He had you in full sight perched on the ceiling of the lab, he was doing some new tests trying his new technology upside down as your father had requested. 

His head, covered by the mask, was tilted to the side watching you carefully. His eyes squinted on his mask.

“I don’t know why you talked me into this. this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested.” 

You berated MJ on the line, your eyebrows furrowed, you kept looking over your shoulder waiting for your dad or Peter to pop in and catch you in the act. 

Your stomach felt a little queasy and your head felt heavy, it felt like you shouldn’t be in here and you shouldn’t be digging through Peter’s items. 

But instead of leaving and having an adult conversation with the brown haired boy you continued the hunt for the backpack he usually threw over his shoulder. 

“I mean, what did we think? Peter would find it and everything would change?” 

“Yes. that is exactly what we thought.” MJ immediately voiced her opinion, always quick to be on the opposite side of your doubt.  

Peter had his eyes on you, he had to tune his focus on trying to hear both sides of the conversation.  He’s not typically an eavesdropper but you are talking about him, and he can’t help but be a little curious as to what you left for him and why you have to hide it. 

“No?! Of course not! It's peter!” you responded.

“I think you should leave it.” 

“I am NOT leaving it. I left it there today, he didn’t see it or at least tell me about it.” you panicked

“I just think you didn’t give it enough time, did you even have notes in math? He probably didn’t even open it.” MJ always was a voice of reason, she was being the most supportive she could but she just didn’t get it. 

“Well maybe I don't want him to see it.” you snapped 

‘See what?!’ Peter thought to himself. 

It had to be something good right? 

Finally reaching his backpack you stuck your phone between your ear and shoulder and unzipped it fast. 

Hands speeding through the loose papers and books stacked, you pulled out his blue composition book, his math notebook. 

Flipping it open you opened to the page you were desperate to find and sighed out in relief.

“Yes! It’s still here.” you cheered on the phone, the panic attack you were on the verge of having all day immediately vanished. 

“I still think you should leave it.” the voice on the other line sang out. 

You looked at the torn out sheet in your hand, the edge closest to the binding was ripped unevenly. 

 “Oops. Too late.” 

Then just as quick you came in you hung up and left, and Peter found himself lowering from the ceiling and running to his notebook.

True to what he saw you did rip a page out, it was a few pages behind his most recent notes, he would’ve found it in class or at home had they taken notes that day. 

Peter held the notebook in the light and saw the pen marks left as an indent where you put pressure on the previous page, but couldn’t make out any words. 

Now he was really confused. you had written something for him but then decided to take it back. 

it had to be something awful. you had been avoiding him lately. 

Everytime Peter found himself in a room with you at the tower you found a reason to leave immediately. 

At school you were fine, but when at home alone with no other friends you couldn’t talk to him. 

Peter is starting to think it’s him. He even asked your dad about it but was told to brush it off because, “women.”

If you hated him this much he really needs to know why. 

And what the fuck you said. 

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‘Crisis averted’ you cheered on yourself patting an imaginary hand on your shoulder. 

Coasting into the kitchen riding on an adrenaline high, the folded paper hidden in your sweatpants pocket now felt weightless versus the heavy, crushing weight it left on your chest all day.

Your shoulders slumped, a frown broaching your face. 

“Maybe I should've left it”. You thought, and being a total masochist and wanting to hear it you pulled out your phone and texted MJ

“I should've left it.” 

“Survivors guilt huh” was the immediate response 

You rolled your eyes, in the middle of writing a response her face lights up on your screen a tone blaring from the speaker causing you to jump in panic. 

“Why do we think we should’ve left it” 

You were silent for a moment.

“I had a chance and blew it, now I feel like I can't complain.” 

And at this very moment Peter had tracked you down to the kitchen and was right about to bust the swinging door down in a moment of total confidence and demand an answer when he again overheard you on the phone talking about him. 

“How the fuck will I know how he feels if I never give him a chance you know?” You’re pacing the ground moving your hands across a decorative towel hanging from the oven. 

“Why am i so fucking scared of him all i sudden?” You laugh and move your hand to your face, rubbing your brow bone tears come to your eyes. 

You’re not sad, you’re frustrated. 

Scared? Peter couldn’t stop his mind from replaying every single interaction with you from the past few months. every greeting, every hug, every laugh, every goodbye, every time you walked in the room and saw him and your heart rate would jump and then run from him, every time you avoided him, every time you ignored him.

He remembers the first time it happened.

He remembers when he caught you just standing outside of the training gym. You don’t even train and you didn’t have anything with you but you were just.. there. 

He remembers walking up to you confused and curious as to why you were peeking around the windows and you giving him a deer in headlights look. 

He remembers you darting your eyes away in any direction looking for anything that you could use as a believable reason as to why you would be in this part of the tower. 

He remembers you ran away from him.

What did I do to her? 

“Y/N it’s okay. You’re always gonna have another chance. He practically lives there for god sakes!” MJ tried to give you a pep talk but after listening to your breathing and sniffling for a moment she frowned on her side of the screen. 

“Y/N are you crying?” 

“The kid has me crying over him!” you exclaim, knowing the reason was dumb and a little dramatic...and a little funny. 

“He’s gonna kill me MJ.” you sigh. 

“He’s really going to be the death of me.” You barely whispered it. 

kill her? kill her? like, kill her?! 

After feeding into your existential consciousness you thanked MJ for cheering you up and decided to lay down for a nap because dreading your life choices is exhausting. 

And then you walked into Peter. Literally. 

You came out the door and walked right into the man, he grabbed you to steady you.

“Oh! Careful Y/N!” You grabbed his arms, settling back on your feet. 

You looked into his face for a second.

 His big round eyes, his small curls hanging over his forehead, pink washed over his cheeks and nose, a smile curved at his mouth showing off his grin. 

“this man could ruin me and i’d let him” you think. 

“I don't really know what love is but I'm pretty sure I feel it when I look at you.” You say again to yourself, it’s so easy on the inside.  

“I've got it bad.” you finish it off. 

The thoughts flashed in your mind but all you let out was, “Oops! thanks Peter.” A polite smile and now…

 “CURVE HIM!” You bark. 

Right as you passed him he turned around and spoke up 

“Hey Y/N, what was the note about?” and you swore at that moment your entire body shut down. 

You froze. How did he know? Did he read it and just ignore you? 

You couldn’t turn around to look at him. 

“What note?” It was a fast reply. Not guilty looking at all. 

“The note you took back from my math notebook.” 

You took a deep breath, and swallowed all the spit in your mouth, spinning on your feet. You keep your eyes at the ground, not daring to glance at his face. 

“Did you read it?” You almost whisper. you weren’t ready to handle the rejection, you couldn’t face him and have him pity you. 

“No. I saw you come in, I was on the ceiling doing some tests and heard you on the phone and then you took a paper out.” His voice felt soft. 

If a voice could give you a hug he just did. 

You finally looked at him, and despite what your brain told you it was just Peter. 

Hands in his pockets, a furrowed brow and a small frown. 

He looked you in the eyes and stepped a foot closer. 

“What was the note about y/n?” he asked again, softer. He wanted you to think you were safe. anything was okay. 

You looked at the ground again, you blink back tears and clear your throat. You brush some hair behind your ear and be brave. 

“Would you like to read it?” You whisper. 

His eyebrows raise, “can i?” 

You pull it from your pocket, hands slightly shaking, and give it to him. He goes to unfold the page when you stop him. 

“Don’t!” his eyes shoot to yours. 

“Not here! Not... in front of me.” You explain. 

“You have to promise me you won’t read it until you get home.” You keep your voice steady.

“Okay.” He responds.

“No. Promise me.” It was the strongest your voice was in the whole interaction. 

He nods, and places the paper into his own pocket and taps it. 

“Okay, I promise.” 

You turn and walk away. 

“There's no going back,” your thoughts chant.

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When Peter sees you in the morning it looks like you have a glow he's never really seen before. 

You’re currently talking with a friend pulling books out of your locker laughing and enthusiastically nodding your head.

His path is set to end at you, eager to tell you his thoughts from your note he read last night after he got home because he kept his promise. 

He spent his entire train ride home sitting in his normal spot but shaking his leg and a hand in his pocket fiddling with the corner piece, feeling the paper ware and getting softer under his finger as he flicked it with his pointer finger. 

“Y/N.”

He almost breathed it out. Like the sight of you had him breathless, your hand paused in your backpack totally still in his presence. 

You hadn’t seen him coming. 

Your friend left you, spinning to face Peter who wore a grin bigger than you’ve ever seen before you suddenly remember that he has most definitely now read the note and you refused to speak about it. 

You smiled wide back at him. “Hi Peter, bye Peter!” you swerved around him and didn’t look back to see his entire face shift downward. 

You weren’t ready for the conversation, you saw the amusement on his face. His smile said “oh you poor sweet silly girl” and “why would i ever want you back?” 

Yeah, you could avoid Peter for the rest of your life. 

And you did well all day at school, he did try a few times to give you his pity but you swerved at him each time. 

After you blew him off at your locker you were sitting three rows behind him in chem class and looked up and saw him staring at you, in disgust no doubt, he gave a small wave and you ducked your head back to the worksheet in front of you. 

You managed to escape him after the bell rang for your dismissal and you breathed a little lighter knowing you had the next 3 classes Peter free. 

Until lunch, now you have already come up with a method for getting through lunch with Peter. 

Basically it was to ignore the entire thing and pretended it never happened. 

You never told MJ you actually have him the letter so you didn’t have to worry about her making some suggestive comment to make everything worse. 

You felt Peter's eyes on you the whole lunch. 

First he sat next to you, like butted mjs hip from the chair and stole it from her. Then he spoke with his cherry sweet voice, almost like a sigh “Hey Y/N.” 

You looked at the table and stabbed the cornbread on your lunch tray with a fork.

“Hey Peter.” You mumbled 

“Did you guys see that employee from the Daily Bugle was actually an insider for the Washington Post and came out with this article spilling tea about how uncredible they really are?!” Ned exclaimed in one breath, his hand already had the article pulled up on his phone. 

You smiled for the first time today. 

“Ned! You are a great lunch guest. Please tell me everything and don’t spare any detail. Even if it takes the whole lunch period!” You scooted closer to the table and looked at Peter through the corner of your eye. 

Peter frowned for the first time that day. 

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He got you in math though. 

You sat next to him in math so it was hard to believe it wasn’t going to come up. 

You could tell he kept peeking at you but you kept your head as straight as possible on the board not trying to encourage him to break your heart. 

If he can’t speak to you then you can’t deal with the consequences. 

But he has you wrapped around his finger and now he knows.

He knows your heart speeds up when he’s around because you like him. 

He knows how bad you want to kiss him. 

He knows you tap your fingers around him to stop yourself from touching him. 

He knows you only exercise with him so you can look at him. 

He knows that you want to tell him everything. 

He knows your thoughts are always revolving around peter 

He knows you want him to be your boyfriend that you can have and hold and be close with and have all of him. 

He knows because you told him. 

You wrote the letter. You gave him the letter. 

And you are fucking terrified of what he thinks. 

He notices your breathing space, like you can’t quite catch your breath. He knows instantly you're reeling. 

He puts his hand on top of yours on the desk. 

“You okay?” He whispers, looking for anything truly distressing. 

You look at his hand on yours. your whole hand gets a burning sensation, it feels like your entire arm was sunburned and was being smacked with a rubber band. It traveled up to your cheeks, your whole body burning with Peter’s slightest touch.

“Y/N?” He tightens his hold. 

You look at his face for the first time. He knows you're blushing at his touch. He smiles and you know he thinks a joke. 

You pull your hand from under him and nod your head, “i’m okay,” and when your eyes are back on the board you said “thanks” so low only his super hearing could pick up on it. 

He pulls your elbow and grips it hard enough to make sure all your attention is on him. Though you refuse to meet his eyes as he speaks.

“I really want to talk to you, Y/N.”

He wasn’t going to let you out of his grasp until you gave him an answer.

“Not here. At the tower.” 

You knew you lost, you have to accept that Peter has all the upper hand.

He rubbed your elbow with his thumb. 

“I'll see you tonight.” 

He didn’t touch you the rest of the class. 

You wish he did. 

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Peter didn’t come until later, he had some spider-man duties and aunt May duties. 

You were trying to waste time knowing he would be showing up at any time. You had to manage to do homework, take a shower, eat a snack and now lay on your bed switching between the same 3 apps. 

You were in the middle of reading a heated debate between strangers on a random topic when the double knock hit your door and a mass of brown curls popped through your door. 

He was wearing your favorite shirt. 

His flannel, you said in your letter how much you loved it on him. 

How you can’t imagine not being able to have your hands all over him in it. 

And he comes in, ready to break your heart in the flannel you love most on him. 

He had to have done it on purpose. 

Peter Parker is cruel. 

“Hey Y/N” his smile was full of teeth, a bigger grin than you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi Peter.” 

You set your phone down, but not closing out of the app knowing this wouldn’t take long. 

“I've never had anyone write a handwritten letter to me.” He looked nervous. He was playing with his fingers. 

You wanted to reach over and hold them. 

“I'm happy my first handwritten letter was a love letter.” he chucked a little. 

Your heart twisted. 

He was laughing at you. 

“Peter, stop.” You looked at him and moved to the edge of the bed, your feet overhanging. 

His eyebrows turned down and his grin dropped a little.

“I already know everything you’re going to say so you can just get it over with.” You went straight to the point and crossed your arms over your chest. 

He took a seat on your desk chair and rolled it closer to you. 

“Okay, tell me what i’m going to say” he copied your pose. His biceps showed more with the sudden fabric tension.

You turned your head at him in confusion. 

He continued, “if you know what i’m going to say tell me so i can see if you're right or not.”

When you didn’t speak after a moment he spoke again.

 “Go on, tell me.” 

You looked around your room inspecting it like you haven’t always lived in it. You make eye contact every once in a while.

“You’re flattered. You didn’t know I have a huge fat crush on you but know it kinda makes a lot of sense. You think i’m a great friend but you could never see yourself with me, you think it’s cute i wrote you a letter and this is something we can laugh about in 10 years.” You purged all your insecurities on him in one go. 

He took it all in and nodded his head slowly just so you knew he was listening, he took a moment to think of his answer tapping his chin for a moment. 

He raised from his chair. 

“You’re right.” 

You deflated in one second. 

“I am flattered, I am surprised, you are a great friend, i think it’s adorable you wrote me a handwritten love letter all about me.” 

He came and squatted in front of you eye level with your hanging head.

Warm hands running up and down your thighs.

“But-“ 

Your head raised to look at him.

“I can definitely see a future with you. I can totally see you bribing me kisses for math answers. I can see myself giving in because I could never turn down a kiss from you. I can totally see us holding hands at every possible moment because they just fit so nicely and yours keep mine warm.” He moved his hand up to yours and intertwined them. 

“I can see me as your boyfriend.” 

He rocked your intertwined hand back and forth, his thumb rubbing across the back of yours. 

“I would love to see myself as your boyfriend.” 

He lowered his head to your arm and kissed it. 

When he came back up he could see that you had started crying a little, he pulled back and pulled your face up, thumbs quick to kill any water lines. 

“What's wrong baby?” His voice came out as a whisper. 

Soft.

 Always so soft for you. 

You mimicked the smile he gave you when he first walked in. 

A small laugh bubbled from your chest. 

“You like me!” you whined

He laughed just the same, his left hand holding the side of your face, his right taking hold on your thigh. 

“I like you!” he copied your tone. 

You leaned your face into his touch.

 Both of you looking at each other for a moment of complete understanding.

 You were both on the same page and it felt so so good. 

“Can I kiss my boyfriend now?” You asked, looking between him and his mouth. 

He lent up and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. It felt like he was a little scared he wasn’t too sure how it would be kissing your friend to girlfriend. 

Holy shit you’re his girlfriend. 

He pulled back and you let out a whine. You started to pull him up the side of your bed by the collar of that damned flannel. 

“Boyfriend?” He followed you up the bed now laying half on top of you being held up by his arms. 

You nodded your head and gave him an mmhmm and pulled him down by the back of the head to give him a bruising kiss that poured all your want into his mouth. 

He opened his mouth and you both fell into a deeper kiss when he pulled away with a pop. 

“I'm really really glad this is happening but does this feel a little weird going from friends yesterday to making out today?” He questioned as you pressed kisses to every place you could reach.

Up his neck, below his ear, across his jawline. 

“Not really,” you kissed his mouth again.

“I've been thinking of you as my boyfriend for a while” you kissed around his face again.

okay tasm!peter parker thought!!! he’s obsessed with touching your face. like, when you’re talking about something he’ll just randomly grab your face and smoosh your cheeks. he’ll boop or kiss your nose at random times. most importantly, when he’s kissing you he’ll be holding your face, his big hands on your cheeks guiding your head so he can kiss you better. omg

doughnuts

summary you're really excited about doughnuts. peter really wants to kiss you.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!afab!reader

note this is my first time writing for tasm!peter please forgive me if it sucks.

For the first time in a while, you come home after work with enough excitement to light up the entire flat.

Peter's sitting up in his bed reading when you find him. All things soft with rumpled hair, his clothes even worse, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. You're not sure if he really needs them anymore, but he likes to wear them to keep an ounce of normalcy.

"Hi," you chirp when he notices you. He dog-ears his book and puts it down almost immediately. You beam.

"Hi, baby," he seems just as happy to see you as you do him. Though, there's a buzz to you that Pete lacks. You think if you got home twenty minutes later he would've been napping.

You move across his room while pushing your work skirt down your legs. Peter's heart skips when it looks like you might trip and he tries to keep his eyes off your soft thighs. You rifle through his draws to find one of his shirts to wear, unbuttoning your own blouse in the process.

"How was your day?" you ask, holding up a shirt to your nose. You choose it because it smells more like your boyfriend than the others.

Peter crumples his face, trying not to laugh. "It was good. Didn't do much - you?"

You say something while pulling the shirt over your face that Pete can't discern. You all but jump into his lap when you reach him. Hooking your thighs over his lap until you're face to face.

He allows you to get comfy, pushing your knees into his side while he sits up, hands finding their place on your hips. "Hello," he says again, much quieter now that you're in his space. You look adorable in his shirt and your work tights.

"Did you hear me?" you ask, basically pulsing with giddy energy. You push your fingers under the hem of his shirt and he short-circuits for a moment.

He blinks. "You had your face in your shirt."

"Right," you giggle, a girlish sound that Peter wants seared in his brain, "I said, you know the food truck around the block?"

"You'll have to be more specific," he says, squeezing at your hips.

"The one that shut down."

"Oh, right. The Jam Van," he laughs knowingly. You'd moped for almost a month when they closed. You were inconsolable.

"Yeah," you grin, poking his chest, "yeah, they reopened!"

You're smiling so hard Peter worries that you'll get stuck like that. With your eyebrows raised and your cheeks appled. He thinks he needs to hold your face like right now.

He lets his hands leave your hips and raises them to hold your cheeks. Your skin is warm under his touch like he expected. "That's great, baby."

You ignore his hands. "Right? It's amazing."

Peter pushes your cheeks together until your lips pout outwards. He thinks you look extremely cute. Even worse when you try to frown and it just looks like a smooshed mess. He wants to laugh but you look peeved.

"Pete," you try to say. It comes out all mumbled.

"Yeah?" he says, distracted by your puffy face.

You pull your face from his hands and struggle a bit. Holding his arms to his chest you say, "Are you even listening to me?"

"The Jam Van," he says nodding. Smarmy.

"Right," you say, still mildly upset, "they're open right now if you wanna..."

"You wanna go get doughnuts?" he asks with his arms still pinned to his body. His hands wriggle to touch you.

"Can we?" you ask, eyes wide with hope. Peter wishes he had his camera with him.

"Can I kiss you first?" he grins boyishly. You wish you had a better resolve. He's awfully pretty and you really want doughnuts.

You let his arms go, huffing like kissing him is a difficult task. "If you really want." You have to hold back a laugh.

He reaches his hands back up to your cheeks and gives them another squeeze, "Of course, I want to."

You let him guide your face down to meet his lips, huffing into his mouth once they meet. You go lax in his lap when he presses firmer, spreading his fingers over your warming cheeks. He tilts your face upwards so he has better access to slip his tongue in your mouth. You whine when he has you exactly where he wants. Putty in his hold, holding you close by your soft cheeks.

You pull away from his lips, blinking away the dizziness. "Pete," you say panting.

Peter licks his lips, "Yeah?"

You push your face into his neck to hide the way he so obviously makes you feel, holding onto his sleep shirt for dear life. You try to even out your breathing and fail.

"You okay, love?" he asks. There's a hint of smartassery you don't miss. He's awful.

"Yeah," you say a tad breathlessly. "Yeah."

He kisses your shoulder and you shudder. His ego swells tenfold. "You sure?"

You take a moment to compose yourself, hating yourself for being so pliable. You sit back to look him in the eye. "So," you say with a confidence you lack, "Jam Van?"

Peter laughs and catches your face again. You like it much more than the first time. "That felt like coercion ."

"You asked to kiss me!" you say bewildered, pushing at his chest with not enough force than you feel is deserved.

"You tricked me," he laughs with you, letting you paw at his chest. It's quite adorable, really.

"Whatever," you say with more heat than you mean, a smile tugging at your red lips. You untangle yourself from his lap and stand to walk away. "I'll get my own jam doughnuts."

Peter smacks your ass before you can get away and you gasp. "Peter Parker!"

"You can't go out like that."

"I'll do what I like!" you call from the other end of the hallway.

Peter chases you around the flat until he gets you in his arms. The doughnuts wait for a few more hours.

also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.

I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.

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You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.

You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.

“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.

His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”

You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”

Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”

You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.

“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”

Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.

When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.

“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.

You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”

You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”

Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”

You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”

You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.

Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.

“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.

You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”

Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”

You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”

Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.

“Stupid pavement,” he says.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.

You aced it! Loved reading your writing Trouble In The Library because the way you write the couple—it’s like I am right there. Awesome!

I picture your trouble like T3 (T cubed but I'm lousy at typing superscript).

For ex: trouble was looking forward to meeting up with Peter after the Chem test was finished to celebrate acing it but frat!Peter has to take a turn as minder of the freshies for the weekly evening study session at the library. So while he's sitting at the long table with them, trouble slips into the library and waits until juuuust the right time and picking a moment when he suddenly realizes trouble is there, silently Taunts him from across the room, Teases him with her eyes, and then Tempts him (or tortures him, hehe) until he is absolutely crazy. Nothing mean, trouble is just reminding him how chemistry works outside of class....

TROUBLE IS THE TRIPLE THREAT!!!!! SHUT UPPPPPPP THIS IS SO..... INCREDIBLE!!!!!

YES... YESSSSS!

IT'S SO SWEEEEEET!! Cute cute story.

let 🥡 smash ethan keznek 2023

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that moment when you hook peter's best friend up w someone -tbh this could be an intro to more ethan works. this was me testing the waters.

peter told you not to get involved; too bad you don’t need permission.

however, you didn’t want to get scolded before necessary, so, you creeped out of peter's bed one early morning, gently removing his arm from your waist, sending him to roll over on his stomach with a harsh snore.

walking on tip toes before slowly opening his bedroom door, closing it by turning the doorknob all the way for a silent latch. keeping the same stealth for ethan’s door.

he's still sleeping and doesn't falter for even a second after you click the door shut.

his room was much brighter than peter’s. you had no idea how he could sleep in it. for the third year, he’s refused to get curtains. “why would i waste my money? think about it, when you go to bed it’s dark, so what’s it matter?”

ethan’s nuzzled into a pillow, his mouth open as he breathes harshly. you look behind you, paranoid peter's followed you into the room, about to catch you with your hand in the cookie jar, but you’re shut in alone.

poking at his shoulder his body slumps more to the side, you poke again. he stops breathing for a second, then takes a large inhale, smacking his lips and raising the sheets up to his chin.

“pst.... ethan,” you poke several times.

“ethan!” a whisper means nothing, you shake his arm hard. it sends him flying up, nearly smacking your forehead with his, his eyes not caught up to who woke him, about to shout, you cover his mouth with your hand.

“we have to be quiet, peter can’t know.”

he's awake in a second, alarm bells ringing in his head.

his body flies backwards, his back hitting the wall his bed’s against. you wince at the collison, his voice pitched.

“no. no way, man. i’m not doing that to him. parker’s all about you, i can’t do that.”

you sit on the edge of his bed and crawl until your knees are brushing against his shins.

“shhh! don't worry about it, he doesn't have to find out, you know? we can keep it between us. just be quiet, okay?"

ethan's shaking his head in a fury, "no, i can't. we can't. this isn't you, if you leave now i'll... i'll keep it between us."

"c'mon it's not the first time i've kept a secret from peter."

his voice tilted, "you've done this before?"

"well... i try not to make it a habit or anything. but, he doesn't need to know everything does he?"

ethan looks away from you, his figure deflated. "ah, trouble. that's... that's not cool. he really, really loves you. like, more than he's loved anyone. this is gonna break his heart."

you furrow your eyebrows and reach out to pat his arm, he rips it away from you. "ethan, it's not that serious. he'll be annoyed but he's not gonna hate me."

"no, this is gonna fucking ruin him. you don't understand what he's done to become the person you deserve. or, i guess now it's the person he thought he deserved."

you want to throw a tantrum, "why are you being so mean? you're not mean to me, ever. that's why i like you."

ethan sits up, "mean? i'm being mean? you're the one trying to fuck your boyfriends best friend and i'm the one being targeted?"

it takes a second, but your eyes go wide and you gasp.

"oh no! no, no. that's not what's happening right now, ethan. i see-" you clear your throat and look away from him for a second, slightly embarrassed. "i see how you could think that, i was being a little cryptic."

"uh huh."

you feel offended, "woah, okay, don't act like i'm switching stories because you rejected me. cause that's not what's happening."

ethan narrows his eyes, "uh. huh."

"don't think so low of me, that hurts! i was trying to- alright fine, hold on, let me start over."

you shake your shoulders out and take a deep breath, "technically, you're like... half right. i am trying to get you laid, but like... not.. with me?"

he’s weary, “uh huh. and parker can’t know?”

you shake your head, “okay, see, the funny this is, i told him to tell you and he said no, so i said i’d tell you, and he told me not to get involved. but, i mean, i have a good feeling about this!”

it goes quiet for a moment, you can almost hear him thinking about your words. scratching at his head, hair sticking straight up. ethan rubs his nose before shaking his head with the new information.

“okay, hold on,” he hold his hand up, “you want me get me laid, but not with you, and also, parker can’t know you want to get me laid, but not with you?”

you nod, “yes, exactly.”

ethan hasn’t bought a word of your shit. too many excuses. he takes a deep inhale, then explodes, “parker! park-“ you dive bomb into him, laying halfway across him while you slap your hand over his mouth. he gives you wide eyes, holding his hands up, scared to touch you.

if peter were to catch him with you on him like this, especially if he's touching you, he'd be a dead man.

you're thrown over his lap, he's only in boxers and you're only in his best friends shirt, and he doesn't have a good feeling about you having super short pants underneath it.

you didn't even hear the door open, just breathing harshly down at his friend. you hiss at him, “shut up!” ethan looks petrified, “i told you, peter can’t know!”

your shirt is tugged from behind, it goes tight on your throat. a third voice is in the room. “off.” it’s stern, but not upset. it makes you turn politely, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend innocently.

“it’s not what it looks like,” because given the position, you’re half straddling ethan while he’s ninety eight percent naked. peter nods, “i know it’s not. it’s worse, you got involved.”

deny, deny, deny.

“nope, actually, i’m laying it on thick. this entire thing has been a ploy to get to ethan the entire time."

your shirts tugged again, this time stricter, "off." you back up gently, trying not to brush against him too much, peter nodding apologetically at his best friend when he's untrapped.

"sorry, e. i told her to leave you alone."

"but, peter!" you struggle agaisnt his hold, "c'mon, ethan! just hear me out, i mean, aren't you just a little curious?"

now he knows you were being truthful and weren't trying to secretly hook up with him he's a tad interested, and if you're so sure about this why would peter keep some tail from him?

"well... since we're all up."

peter scoffs and pushes you towards his bed, "fuck this, i'm going back to sleep. keep your body off of his, alright, trouble?" you salute him, "okay! see you in a minute, love you," you hit him with a kissy face, he supplies, "uh huh, sure."

you clasp your hands and grin at ethan, "okay, so," you sit back down next to him on his bed, turning your body to face him better, "her name is taylor, and she's super into you."

"and she's your friend?" it would make sense why peter didn't want him to know. it's a dangerous road to tag-team them both.

"well... she kinda is now. we met at a party here, i was going to the bathroom and she walked into peter's room, cause she was also looking for the bathroom, and then we started talking cause she walked in on me mid piss, and she's actually so cool."

you talk with your hands, "like, i dunno, you guys just have a similar vibe and i can just feel like it's a good thing. and i told peter about it but he was just like, 'you guys were just drunk,' and 'this is a set up, i don't trust it.'"

ethan's doing his best to follow you but it's seven in the morning.

"a set up?"

"peter doesn't trust it because he thinks she asked me if i could help her out with you."

"why?"

"she shares an economics class with you, and parties here a lot, and knows i'm dating peter so when we met it was like fate."

"and...?"

well, there's not much after that.

"i mean, that's kinda it. she likes you and she's really cool and you make her nervous so i figured i'd try and help her out."

ethan gives you a dumb face and pulls his blanket back over him, "you woke me up for that? get outta here, go back to parker."

you frown and pull at his arm, "no, no, no, hear me out. she's coming to the party tonight, just let me introduce you guys. and just so you know, she didn't ask for this. i just have a good feeling, you know, like how you did with peter and i?"

and ethan has to give you the benefit of the doubt, he clicks his tongue after he thought it over.

"alright, i'll meet her. but no promises."

you squeal and pull him in for a hug, which he shrugs off and wipes your touch off him. "gross."

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peter's busy directing a pledge around but your thing is more important.

rushing up to him you rest your hands on his chest, he doesn't even spare you a glance. "just move it over there, no! not- can you understand directions?"

growing impatient you push against him, "peter," his hands wrap around you, pulling you in for a hug, eyes on the struggling teen, "yes, trouble?"

"do you-"

peter whispers a curse under his breath, his chest hums under your ear. "c'mon, pledge! you're not even trying, just put the fucking table to the right." furniture scrapes of the floor and makes a horrible sound, you wince until peter's hands cup your ears, muffling the movement.

when his hands pull away you have his undivided attention, "sorry, trouble. what did you need?"

"do you know what ethan's wearing tonight?"

an unimpressed glance, "no, i don't think it's come up." a frown settles on your face, "okay, can i go check with him then?" your boyfriend sighs, "if you must, but, hey, trouble? i think this is a terrible idea."

"she didn't even ask me to say anything, petee-e-e?" almost letting the name slip around his brothers. "nice save, sweetheart. correct, she didn't ask, but it sounds like she was suggesting it."

"if you love me, you'll trust me when i say i have a good feeling."

peter can't deny that logic. blowing a breath he kisses the top of your head, "alright, go figure out what ethan's wearing then." before you could pull away from his hold he talks over your head, his chest vibrating while he spoke.

"i swear to god, pledge, you'll be cut, i'll send you out of here right fucking now." you poke his ribs, "be nicer and maybe he'll do better. you're freaking him out."

"are you telling me how to run my house?" you shrug and nudge into him further, "give it a try, you never know."

peter snaps his fingers, "jensen," the pledge jumps, "take a five. you're doing great, alright?" and seeing the refreshed smile on the kids face was proof enough for you.

"see? i'm always right."

"yeah, yeah, yeah."

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it took a few hours, but taylor showed up. the second you saw her you did a happy dance in peter's hold, pure adrenaline had you boosting yourself up to kiss his jawline.

"taylor's here, should i find ethan now?"

a gentle pat at your back, "give the girl a second, maybe some liquid courage?"

you whine, "but i'm so excited! they're gonna date, and fall in love and then we'll go on double dates all the time." peter winced at your daydream, "i know, that's why i tried to forbit it."

ignoring him, as you've grown accustomed to, you keep the thoughts spinning. ethan had agreed to letting you introduce them, and taylor doesn't know you asked ethan, and taylor knows ethan but he doesn't know her.

so, if you could get them together, without getting them together, it would be even better. it would be like fate aligned, then, after they meet, you could act shocked when you tell ethan that's the taylor you were talking about.

your plan just might work, if you had a little help. demanding the attention you already have, you repeatedly poke at peter's chest. "hear me out, we set them up but kinda do a meet cute. cause then they're more in control than just some friends introducing them."

your boyfriend shook his head, "we? since you became my girlfriend it's a lot of 'we', this time it's a you. i want no part of this, trouble."

you wave him off, "no, you're obsessed with me. so, i'm thinking we try and get them to play a game of pong together, i mean, you'll have to get ethan in the kitchen but-"

peter's adamant, "no, no me. peter's not involved." to solidify his point he grew an invisible cross over his body.

tugging on his arm, you pout, "no! you have to! you're my boyfriend now, you can't be mean peter again."

"i'm not being mean! i'm just telling you i want no involvement, don't start with me."

it was honestly so rude of him to do this to you, "you're going to make me do this all alone?" peter can't help but laugh, "baby, this is all because of you."

it's true but he's supposed to support you no matter what.

"peter, please?" you think the puppy dog eyes are working, because he softens up, "trouble," you smile, waiting for his agreement, "no."

instantly grumpy, you swipe his hands off you, "oh, hey, don't be like this." you shake your head, "no, you hate me."

"for the six billionth time, i don't hate you."

"no, you-" you stop dead in your tracks, at least some universal force would help you out. because, who other than ethan would walk into the room taylor's in? no one, that's who.

"peter, do you see this right now?"

your back is pulled into his chest, an arm slung around your waist. "i do."

"what do we do?"

"nothing."

"i knew you'd say..." you hold your breath when taylor takes a few timid steps in ethan's direction. he's careless, humming to the song blasting and moving liquor bottles around. right when she got close enough for him to notice she backed off, turning right back for her friends.

"swing and a miss, trouble."

spinning in your boyfriend's hold you nod towards the kitchen, "i have to intervene."

"no, no you don't."

"yes, i have to. so, tell me you love me."

"no, it always encourages you to be bad."

"if i know you love me then i know you won't dump me. so, tell me you love me."

"nope, not happening, i don't condone this."

"peter! tell me you love me or i'm going to cry and know you hate me."

a groan, "trouble, i love you very much," you cheer, that's all you needed.

peter's hand caught yours to stop you from your plan, "but i don't like this. make your own decisions, and know i love you while you make them, but the idea of what you're doing makes me want to eat rocks."

"i stopped listening after 'trouble, i love you very much.'"

"of course you did. alright, fine, go play matchmaker."

you have his permission, it sends you across the living room and into the kitchen, bumping hips with peter's best friend.

"hi, friend," ethan looks up, ripping a chewed straw from his mouth.

"hello, trouble. how can i be of service?"

buying time you gesture to the array of bottles, "wanna make me one?" ethan hands you his cup, "try this first." your eyes flicker to the door way, taylor's tucked against the wall nibbling on her bottom lip when she sees you drink from his cup.

"yummy, make me a double."

"aye aye, captain."

you hum and tap your fingers on the counter, "any plans for tonight?" as he answers your question you scratch at a stain on his hat, "didn't you want me to meet your friend?"

"ooh, and we're planning the night around it?"

"more like hoping to get it out the way," ethan hands you your own solo cup. twisting ever so slightly, you line it up so that taylor's right behind your left shoulder, hoping ethan would glance up at any moment.

"she almost walked up to you, but split halfway through."

ethan's frowning when he pulls his drink down, the straw he was chewing on going back in his mouth.

"i'm not that scary, am i?"

"c'mon, ethan. ever had a crush?" he moves his head around, "sure, but at least i always went after what i wanted."

his eyes flicker up, and you know he's locked eyes with taylor. you can tell when he slowly stops chewing, his focus bouncing back to you, then behind you.

"is your friend around here or can we meet up later?"

you won, peter's going to be so annoyed, but you won.

"she's around, but we'll catch up." you pat his arm, "thanks for the drink, double."

ethan winked, "no problem, trouble."

peter rolled his eyes the second you made his way to him, "they're talking, do you see them talking?"

"ethan looks like he's having fun, morgan looks like she's about to puke."

"her name is taylor, and she's nervous!"

peter nods and finishes his drink, "taylor looks like she's about to puke."

you move to push at peter's back, his feet glue themselves to the floor while trying to look back at you.

"what are yo-"

"go get a drink and tell me what they're talking about."

he scoffs, "and i'm supposed to casually go out of my way to hang out behind them, just to get a jist of awkward flirting?" you know how much he hates it, and detests it, but this time he may give in.

"that's not the only way to listen in..." you trail waiting for him to catch the hint, he shuts it down immediately. "no. not happening." you push against his back, "c'mon, you never let me use your hidden talents."

peter leans back into your hands, "because if i do it once you'll want me to do it all the time." it's unfair and you use the same argument, "you know how much i like him and you never let me play with him."

"you play with him plenty, just not with the tricks."

you pull back to rope around his front, you give him doe eyes.

"just one time, i promise i will never, ever ask again."

peter knows he's playing with fire, he's made a clear line in the sand when it comes to you and spider-man but something in him tells him you really need this.

"just this once, i mean it, trouble."

you grab onto his shoulders, "really, you will? for me?"

"this is your one time pass, you wanna waste it on this?" he knows, and you know, this isn't the last time, but if he pretends it is maybe you'd back out.

"i have a good feeling." peter sighs and moves you to the side, "i'll be right back," you feel giddy, it's the first time you'll see spider-man in action. you zone in on your boyfriend, he moves around like normal, gets a drink, cleans up the counter a little, and you feel a tad disappointed.

peter seems totally normal, it makes sense, he's gotten used to flying under the radar. you watch ethan and taylor, she seems nervous but excited. she's laughing, you think it's a good thing.

it doesn't even look like peter's listening, you wonder if he's just acting like he his. you look around and don't see anyone, you speak low, nothing above a mumble in the music.

"peter? can you hear me?" he's pouring a drink from one cup to another, you huff, "peter." no reaction, "you're the worst boyfriend ever."

in a second he turns his neck, his eyes narrowed on your face while you look down to your feet. he was listening, and it makes you feel all melty. "i didn't mean it, i love you."

his look says 'no you don't.'

you're talking for the both of you, "it looked like you weren't paying attention, you're good at it." he takes an extra minute, then heads back.

you're swaying on your feet, excited for the new update.

"well?"

"it's going good."

"i swear to fucking god, peter, you give me more information right now or i'll dump you."

he holds his hand out, "alright, chill. your friend is smooth in an awkward way and ethan's eating it up. they've got some good banter going on, i'd be surprised if he didn't at least get her number tonight."

you squeal, "do you think he'll kiss her?" peter shrugs while he takes a sip from his solo cup. "probably."

"do you think he's made the connection that she's the taylor i was telling him about?"

he nods, "yeah."

"cool. what now?"

"nothing. you got what you wanted. just sit back and hang out."

"no! that can't be it! it doesn't feel satisfying. i need more!"

"this isn't a movie, trouble. you can't just skip to the good part."

"you're telling me you can't see the future?"

"no."

"that blows."

you shift around, it's driving you crazy. you had to walk away, otherwise you'd wonder over there or keep asking peter to listen in.

"i can't do this- give me a kiss, i'm finding my friends." you raise your chin and pucker, peter supplies a quick kiss. "tell you what, because i love you so much," you gasp, stars in your eyes at his confession. you'd never get annoyed at it, it's not often he says it first.

"i'll come grab you when they split up, just so you can bombard ethan."

"you're the best boyfriend ever."

"damn right i am, i'm making you eat your words, problem child.'

you squint at him and pucker again to silently ask for a kiss, "you're lucky you're cute."

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an hour later and your groan into your boyfriend's shoulder, "this is torture. how are they still talking?"

"it's a good thing. i'll admit it, i hated it at first, but i've never seen ethan so invested in a girl before."

you may have a shot, "one more time?"

"no."

"but-"

"nope."

"you agr-"

"not happening. no way are you getting twice in one night."

"peter."

"no."

"peter."

"no."

"peter!"

"fuck, fine! jesus christ, give me a minute." you watch him close his eyes, slow deep breaths raised his chest. you poke his bicep gently, "peter-" he was gentle, "shhh."

you press your mouth into his shirt and breathe hot air into him, a minute later and he's shaking you off.

"i'll have you know, this is a very weird feeling. my senses are... different around you, and when you're around it's very distracting."

your head tilts, "really?"

he nods, "it's weird, but everything's going good over there. be happy!"

"weird how?"

"you take priority. when you're around and i try to focus on something else, you stay at the front of my mind. when you were calling my name earlier it tripped me the fuck up."

you hum, "i know why." peter's interested, "oh, really?" you nod, "yes, it's very simple. it's because you love me."

"you know what?" you shy away from his cheek kisses, "i think you are very right."

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ethan spent the whole night with taylor, at some point they wondered from the kitchen to around the house. around the second hour you lost them entirely.

you shrugged it off and spent the rest of the night getting a little further than buzzed. finding peter in a swarm of friends, desperate for more than a hug.

"hi, trouble." peter tucks you under his arm, his thumb stroking your shoulder sent you wild. "hello," you nuzzle in closer, wrapping your arms around his middle.

you wait for a break in conversation, patiently nodding along and squeezing peter when he says something funny. when two brothers start to lightly bicker, you lean up, softly calling his name.

"hm?"

you motion for him to come closer, you hide your lips behind a cupped hand while you whispered.

"will you please come take care of me in the bedroom?"

peter's turn to whisper, "five minutes, meet you up there." before, you'd be a bit more sly, now that he's your boyfriend, you're proud of it. scrambling away to run up the stairs.

you take a moment to take your pants off, then bounce on the bed, because peter always lectured you when you did it around him. taking an extra minute to snoop around, not that there was a reason, and not that you couldn't do it with peter in the room. it just felt more sneaky.

you spread across your front and reached for his bedside table, nothing interesting on top. the drawer slid out, you peer at the contents and hum, condoms, lube, a couple 'dirty' poloroids he took of you. a few books, nothing you'd read, they seem more like textbooks than something fun to pass the time.

ripping a condom off the strip, you hold it up in the light and turn it. you invision the process of putting one on, you've never actually seen peter do it, one second he has it in his hand, the next,the wrappers on the ground and he's ready.

peter catches you in action, his eyebrows raised. "paranoid i'm poking holes?" you roll to your back and sit up, "do you think i could put this on you?"

"you wanna?"

"i've never done it before, is it hard?"

"i think the first couple times i used 'em i kinda fumbled. but hey, you got the expert guiding you."

you gasp, a smile takes over your face. "really, you'll let me?" your boyfriend let's out a soft laugh, "i don't see why not." peter walks to you and plucks the foil from your fingers, tossing it to the table. "hey! you said i could-"

"you can. but i need you to come on my tongue first, can you do that?"

you nod, wide eyed and sparkly, "yes, yes, i can do that."

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still naked and blinking at your boyfriend you poke at his nose, "would it be weird if it waited for ethan in his room?"

peter's eyes stayed closed. "extremely."

"but i'm so curious! do you think they're gonna hook up tonight?"

he yawns, "no." you test him by scooching closer, not fulling cuddling, but an arm thrown over his hips. "is that like, intuition?"peter tugs you to lay on his chest, you melt into him.

a hand drags up and down your back, "sure is, my best friend intuition." you groan, "we're going in there first thing in the morning and getting the details."

"we?"

"shut up, i know you're just as desperate for information as me."

"... fine, but i'm only going as your moral support."

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ethan was not home when you woke up and your disappointment was visible.

"my day has been ruined."

"trouble, no it hasn't. give the man a second, you're like a kid on christmas."

"i'm gonna go nuts and it's gonna be your problem, what then?"

"it usually is, so same thing i always do?"

"ugh! this super sucks, i know i should've walked in there. it's eating me alive, like, i'm the one that set this up and i get left in the dust? does ethan think it's his relationship? cause, it's our relationship. without me he'd still be alone."

"damn, trouble, tell me how you really feel."

you jump. peter's pointing with a spatula behind you.

"good fuckin luck, buddy."

the star of the show was home, you cheer and attack him with a hug. ethan supplies gentle pats to your lower back. "where were you, did you go home with taylor, how did you like her, was i right, is there something there, did you kiss her?"

"oh my god, parker, come get your girl."

"oh no, i just pawned her off."

ethan wheezes when you squeeze him, "c'mon, tell me, tell me!" peter calls for you, "trouble, stop bouncing on my friend." you step away, "sorry."

"okay, okay, ready?"

it's everything you've been hoping for, you jump to the counter peter's closest to and swing your feet. ethan has your full attention, "so, went up to her, we were chatting, had a good talk, and got her number."

"and then?"

"we went out for breakfast this morning."

you turn to look for peter's reaction, he's already looking at yours. you nod ethan along, waiting for him to add more.

"and then?"

"uh, that's all."

peter leans over the island to fist bump him, "nice, man. happy for you."

you look at their faces, they seem done with it. no more talk, you're missing the entire story. you panic and shout out, "and then?"

"i told you everything!"

you huff, "no the fuck you didn't, you left out the giant details of everything else." ethan shrugs, "not really. she's cool, we got some breakfast. oh, she gave me her toast. and uh... parker, you saw her, right?"

"i did."

"she's nice looking, right?"

"she is."

ethan gestures to your boyfriend with his chin, "see? all caught up."

you were losing your mind, "really, that's all? nothing on what you talked about, or how you feel about her, no mention of a second date?"

"yeah, yeah, second date happening for sure. i dunno, trouble, guys aren't really like that. but, uh, good pick?"

you spun to peter, pointing in his face, "ha! i knew it, i knew it, i knew it! i told you they would be good together!"

"oh i never doubted you, i just didn't want this,' gesturing to your body, 'happening."

you look back to ethan, "when's the double date?"

peter and ethan respond at the same time, "not anytime soon."

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bonus::

'hey, peter. did you know ethan and taylor have been together since their first date?'

'i did.'

'four months in and they're saying i love you.'

'they are.'

'and why couldn't that be us?'

'oh, i will not entertain this conversation again.'

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bonus bonus:::

'you're cuter,'

'no, no, you're cuter.'

'well, you're the cutest!'

'no way, you're cuter than cute.'

'you're so cute you-'

you gag, 'peter, please make them stop.'

'oh no, trouble. this is what you wanted.'

how peter would confess his feelings [ blurb? ]

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: swearing but other than that, none just a lot whole of fluff

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• how it started :

• one day peter had came into school with a goal.

• he wanted to ask you out.

• what set it off? ever since that day you handed him that pencil that blossomed your friendship in first grade, he had fell in love with you from there. he couldn't take anymore.

• but how does he know he loves you?

• well, for example - your smile is the only thing he can really think about. you're perfect in his eyes.

• and when the time came let's just say he was a nervous, and anxious mess. he was scared of rejection. he was scared of embarrassment. he was scared of losing his best friend. but he was confident and he couldn't take the ache in his heart of you not being his.

• so he thought why not give it a chance?

• as you had many friends, it was hard to get you alone. but somehow with the help of Ned and MJ

• they always work wonders, so what's new?

• peter asked to talk to you outside of the room.

• he then lead you to down the hallway, to your left, away from the view of anyone from your point of view

• "So, Peter what is up?"

• "I-I just I wanted to say" "I-I uh"

• he was trying to prolong himself from rejection he was expecting

• "Take your time Peter. I'll listen" you told him with that same comforting smile peter loved oh so dearly

• that's when peter finally achieved a level of confidence that he wouldn't and couldn't back out from now

• so he finally spoke, clearly way more than planned

• "I like you Y/N. And I mean like like you. I have feelings for you. I think Iove you? Like more than friends. Oh no. I am sorry. I didn't mean too tell you that. God, what have I done. I am sorry I just ruined our friend-"

• "Can I kiss you?"

• peter was then interrupted by pure shock, his jaw basically becoming unhinged, even he was currently trying to hold back his clear shock

• does this mean you like him back? either way he eagerly nodded

• you came closer, and put your hand behind his head

• then your lips landed on his

• peter didn't really know how to kiss, but he kissed back

• he was confused yet so happy. it felt like he was dreaming

• your lips moved in rhythm, as if they connected a piece in a puzzle that has finally been solved

• peter even placed his hand on your cheek

• if peter wasn't blushing before, he definitely was now. the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach were now basically erupting with excitement

• and to you it felt like sparks flying

• peter and you pulled apart for some air. peter looked down completely flustered

• you cupped peter's cheek making him look you in the eye

• "If it isn't already clear, I love you too, Peter."

• he wouldn't have traded this moment for anything in this world. you could say the same.

• little did you know, Ned and MJ were both around the corner watching it go down

• "About fucking time."

• "Agreed."

ten reasons why peter parker would love you [ blurb ]

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: none just a whole lot of cheesiness lol

summary: 10 reasons peter benjamin parker would love his significant other, you.

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» to start off extra cheesy, your smile. it's always bright enough to light the dark in a room.

» he loves the way you look at him. no matter the time of day, his mood, his circumstances- it will always give him the best kind of butterflies.

» he loves the way your eyes sparkle in the darkest of times or the brightest of days.

» you're always by his side through thick and through thin

» your laugh is like music to his ears. the kind of music he'd play again and again and again if he could.

» he loves the little cheesy jokes you make.

» he loves the random "i love you" texts you would send him out of the blue. the way you show him he's loved.

» he loves the way you and aunt may get along so well. the way you guys acted like best friends makes him so happy.

» he loves the way you wear his sweaters. you always fit them perfectly.

» he loves your voice. he loves the way you speak passionately on a topic you care about, not caring what others think.

» he loves the way that you are yourself.

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important reminder: you're beautiful no matter what. you are loved ! <3

if you’re too shy (let me know) (pp)

inspired by this euphoria scene. peter helps his longtime crush take nudes that are meant for someone else. angst, tension, thirdwheel!peter. [0.9k]

from fighting back against his long term bully, eugene ‘flash’ thompson, to taking down giant lizards, this was probably the most life threatening, hazardous situation peter has ever gotten himself into. he should honestly be dead by now considering how long he’s been holding his breath in for.

if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975 plays in the background while he makes this assumption, soothingly and absently, as if it’s mocking peter. he almost forgets his current position. almost. peter’s on his knees in front of your bed, watching, eyes glazed over, as you reposition yourself above him.

“i feel like that’s good.” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his own that was currently holding your phone at an upward angle. “does it look real? does it look like i’m taking it?” you smiled, eyes wide and still directed at the phone camera.

peter smiles back for a moment before realising that your smile, tight, with your pearly whites exposed, wasn’t for him. no, these were for someone peter didn’t even know the name of, he tries to remember if he even bothered asking.

“maybe try to loosen up a bit, but straighten up your posture, still.” peter tries to smirk, right corner of his lip forcibly pulled up into a desperate attempt at hiding what he truly felt. what he didn’t even know he felt.

there’s something about your stare that makes peter nervous and makes him say things that he doesn’t mean. like just now— you looked perfect and the mystery man on your phone would be lucky enough to even receive one of these photos in the first place.

peter tenses at the thought, god i sound like a simp. serves you right for agreeing to do this, he thinks.

“are you okay? your hand is like— really warm.” your eyes meet his. “no- yeah, yeah, yeah. that’s good. um, maybe tilt your head down a bit.” peter suggested, his other hand that wasn’t under yours motioning at his own chin.

you hummed, muttering a “good call, that angle probably wasn’t doing it for me.” while leaning your head down a bit, eyes meeting the phone lense once again.

peter wanted to say something along the lines of ‘no angle could possibly do that.’ or ‘every angle does it for you.’ but decided against it, considering the fact that you were probably already uncomfortable.

“make me look good.” you mumbled, biting your lips subtlety for the camera. “always.” peter scoffs jokingly, desperately trying to loosen up in his awkward position.

you were in your nicest bra, a baby pink victoria secret one that you contemplated buying for a while. the dainty undergarment had a small heart shaped golden charm tied into it that produced a soft and dreamy glare in front of the camera.

meeting your own eyes in your vanity mirror, the unease finally caught up to you. “this is a really bad angle for me.” “no it isn’t, shut up.” peter murmurs back but his eyes betray his unbothered façade, quickly lifting up to yours, ready to stop the second you get uncomfortable. “how do i turn on grids on this?” peter jokes, hoping to get to see your pretty smile again.

he gets what he wants because a second later you bark out a laugh. “grids? peter this isn’t vogue.” you grin, and the nerdy joke, peter decides, was 100% worth it when he looks up and realises that your gaze is on him.

it takes a moment for him to snakily retort back.

“okay, excuse me for not making this another one of your blurry, horizontal snapchats where you can barley see anything. i’m an artist, you know. i have to hold myself up to a standard. even if they are your nudes.” peter hopes that the lighthearted joke will throw you off on how rigid he was being, and if you hadn’t been throwing your head back laughing at his sarcasm, you would’ve noticed the deep flush in his cheeks.

“you’re such a dork.” you jabbed, lifting the corners of your lips while doing so. “the baby my neighbour paid me to shoot was a better model than you.” he retorts back. and for a while, it’s intimate, the situation. it’s almost something romantic, and peter thinks it’s worth being the third wheel to you and the mystery man on your phone if it means you’re going to smile and laugh at every one of his jokes and looks.

“do you want a couple with portrait mode on?” he jokes, for what he presumes is the forth time. god, parker, give it a rest, he thinks. finally lowering your phone and exiting the camera app. his repetition doesn’t stop you from giggling. “fuck off.”

he hands your phone to you and you move to lay on your stomach, while you scroll through the photos. “wait this one actually looks like i took it.” you look up at peter, grinning. “right?” he’s still on the floor, gaze dreamy, when he replies; “yeah.”

“these are amazing. thanks, pete.” you pick out your favourite one and send it to the mystery man before getting up to put your shirt back on, feeling peter’s eyes on you the whole time.

“are you checking me out?” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. the tension between you two materialising as heat in your cheeks.

peter scoffs, “you wish.” thanking god that your shirt was over your head to miss the fact that his eyes were momentarily bulging out of his head.

peter could get used to this, to you, and the sense of intimacy that was involved in being around you.

ding!

“peter, he replied!”

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"