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i’ll keep your brittle heart warm.

synopsis : peter was always on your mind, you were always on his, perhaps that would make him a little bit of a distraction.

pairing : frat!peter parker x reader

wc : 1k

warnings : FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF, uhmmm soft making out !!! other than that… i guess peter being an absolute idiot (a down bad idiot), but even if this is cliché as hell, it’s super cute and fluffy :)

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a/n : hi ! sorry the fic is a little late this week, but frat!peter has been on my mind constantly shehhsjsns <3 he’s leaning more towards the peter more than the frat butttt i wanted him to be a little softer for this one :) big big thank you to @strawberrystarcake for the help on the editing, and @toms-gf for giving me the idea (this one is for u hehe)

“parker, you joining us?” the familiar voice echoes from the other side of the room. peter winces, not at all because he was opposed to the idea, but he’d made plans with you.

“uh- i’ll catch up later? i have somewhere to be.” the boys, all spread out in various positions on the couch, smirked and ‘ooo’ed at the implications of that.

liam speaks first. “right, got plans with your girl?” peter nods.

“ooh, you’re so down bad, parker, it’s not even a joke anymore.” james, another one of his friends, gives him a soft shove.

maybe he was right.

peter had never planned for your arrangement to escalate into anything further than a fling, and though he had never been an expert when it came to matters of the heart, he knew that he was too far gone.

it wasn’t uncommon for him to find himself smiling at the thought of you. he was constantly lost in thought, and sometimes, it became difficult to snap him out of his dream-like state.

even when his mind wasn’t completely occupied by the thought of you, he found that you had been living rent free in a certain corner of his mind. he’d catch himself wondering about you or associating little things around him with you. 

he wasn’t all too familiar with this feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just confusing to navigate.

he’s never felt this way before. his heart never fluttered at a subtle touch, he never felt like he was melting whenever someone walked into the room, he never felt his heartbeat race at mere eye contact.

but with you? you had him feeling everything all at once.

but, of course, he hasn’t told you this, any of this. but he had a gut feeling that you might feel the same way, and that was enough for him to allow himself to fall deeper, as irrational as it may be.

it was no longer ‘maybe he was right’, and peter knew. to put it simply, he was right.

“better get going, you don’t want your girl waiting on you,” trent blurts, interrupting peter’s train of thought.

“right. i’ll see you guys later?” peter says, the boys nod and wave him goodbye as he walks out the door.

“oh, love.” liam sighs dreamily as the rest of the boys snicker.

as soon as peter enters the library, he’s met with a sense of comforting familiarity. before anything had begun happening between the both of you, you two had spent a lot of your time in the halls of this library. whether it were nights filled with endless work, or simply wandering around in attempt to find books you could read together.

he knew exactly where to find you: a certain corner of the library that you claimed to be ‘warmer and cozier’ than anywhere else.

he spots you browsing the history section, your face scrunched up, clearly focused. he sees all your things, messily laid on top of a wooden table, the one you always use.

he smiles to himself before sneaking behind the bookshelf you were browsing, and just as you pull a book from the shelf, you catch a glint of brown eyes from the other side. you stay silent for a moment, before smiling at one another.

then you shove the book between you two, and the next thing peter hears are quick footsteps.

peter’s utterly confused, he didn’t notice the look of mischief written all over his face.

“baby?” he whisper shouts, scrambling around the area before catching a glimpse of your figure, running from one shelf to another.

then it hits him, you were messing with him.

his look of mischief matches yours once he realizes, he follows quickly behind you, and before you know it, you’re up against a bookshelf, inches away from peter.

“hi.” you send him a cheeky grin, one that he sends right back to you.

“you’re going to drive me crazy.” his eyes gaze softly at yours, before trailing down to your lips.

“i know.” you quip, before moving as fast as you can to try and run away once more.

“ab-up-up.” he tuts, catching you once more. his lips brush softly over yours, lingering for a moment, before he presses his lips against yours. one hand finds its way to your waist, he uses it to pull you closer towards him.

but you find yourself shoving him aside, “peter! this is why i came early!” you slowly make your way back to the table, peter trailing after you like a puppy.

“what do you mean?” it was as if you could hear the pout in his voice, so you don’t allow yourself to look back.

“you’re… very distracting.” you make sure your tone is soft, you didn’t mean it in a negative way and you wanted peter to know that.

“am not!” he takes your hand, turns you around, and suddenly, you’re inches away from him again.

“seriously!? look at what you’re doing!” this time, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“there it is.” he smiles softly, appearing pleased.

“there’s what?”

“that laugh i’ve been waiting to hear all day.” you’re pressed against one another, his warmth surrounded you. “permission to lean in, m’lady?” dork.

“permission granted.”

he leans in, your chest feels warm as your lips make contact. 

he cups your cheeks to pull you even closer, if possible, as if letting you go would be the end of him. your hands curl into his hair, you begin to feel goosebumps wherever his hands traveled; down your waist, approaching your thighs as he drew lazy patterns with his fingers.

you could never truly get over the way your lips pieced together perfectly, how it felt like his were caressing yours ever so softly.

whenever your lips part, he whispers soft words you can barely understand, like he’s taking it all in. he finds himself grinning into the kiss, which was apparently infectious, because so were you.

“told you! distraction.” 

“oh, shut up.” he says, before pulling you in once more.

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Light Sleeper || Peter Parker

A/N: drumroll pleaseeeeee! my first ever peter parker fic!! super excited to write for this fandom bc of been reading a lot of peter lately, be gentle please 🥺 also my last three fics have something to do with sleeping,, so if you couldn’t tell i am in dire need of cuddles LOL.

word count: 900ish

prompts: “Ow, oka- OW, CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR PILLOW?!” and “you just tried to kill me!”

WARNINGS: there’s like.. one curse word lol. all fluff & laughs here!!

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Often times you labeled yourself as a light sleeper, but not the ones that would jolt awake at the sound of a creak in the floors or sirens of ambulance in the street. You were prone to waking up to louder, more abrupt sounds, like the banging of a window.

Which was exactly the sound that woke you up.

So as you stood beside your window, frozen with fear and a death grip on your pillow, you cursed yourself for not taking your brother up on his offer of having the bedroom without the firescape hindering your view of the city.

Your breath was caught in your throat when the perpetrator slowly wiggled your window open, the outline of arms hugging onto the windowsill while they pulled themself through. A squeal of fear left your lips as you smacked down on the back of the figure in the dark with the pillow clutched in your hands — it was your firmest pillow, so it could only do so much damage.

A surprised yelp emitted from the figure, the faint outline of their body showing that they were using their arm to shield their face from your rapid hits. “Y/N!” A voice called out your name, but their words were muffled by the thumps of your pillow whacking their body along with your shrieks.

“Ow, oka- Y/N, CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR PILLOW?!” The voice pleaded in a shout, hand reaching out to grab something, quickly finding the pull-chain of your nearby lamp and yanking on it. The pitch black that was your bedroom immediately illuminated, exposing all of your decorations as well as the figure in front of you —

Who just so happened to be your boyfriend of almost a year, Peter Parker, who’s face was home to a completely amused, yet horrified expression.

Almost immediately the grip you had on your pillow fell limp, and it slipped from your hands and onto the floor. You stared bug eyed at the boy who was peeking at you between his arms that were still guarding his face, jaw slacked in shock. The stunned look quickly faded to one of frustration as you hissed, quietly, “Peter! What the hell are you doing here?!”

Peter’s arms fell from his face, revealing his navy blue Midtown High sweater that paired with his grey sweats. He was clearly here for more than just a beating from your pillow. You watched as his cheeks flushed a faint pink color under the dim lightly, lips twitching into a shy smile as he opened and closed his mouth to splutter out some sort of explanation.

“I was- I was just- you know, I was swinging around and thought I’d stop by!”

“Stop by at,” You paused, glancing back at your digital clock on your nightstand to read the time while gesturing to it with your hand. “Two in the morning?”

His cheeks darkened at the sight of the smug look on your face, knowing that he was caught in a lie, even if it wasn’t a good one to begin with. Peter scoffed, his warm brown eyes accentuating the soft look on his face as he slowly stepped towards you, snaking his arms around your waist. “I just wanted to steal a few cuddles from my girlfriend,” He mumbled, and your heart practically melted when feeling his lips brush against your forehead, “But she just tried to kill me.”

You gasped mockingly at his teasing words, pulling your head away from his to gape at him with a cheesy grin. “I thought you were a predator!” You exclaimed in between giggles, and the sound of it made Peter join in with you. When the laughter died down, you both held a steady gaze with soft smiles. Your hands were tangled in his soft brown curls, fingers running through them repeatedly and watching as the boy’s eyes begin to flutter shut in enjoyment.

“I’m sorry for beating you with my pillow.” You mumbled, jutting your bottom lip out to help sell yourself. Not that you needed to, you didn’t cause any damage and Peter had forgiven you as soon as he had you in his arms. He simply shook his head, lips curled up into his adorable smile, backing you up slowly until the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed. Once laying you down, Peter carefully climbed over you and settled into the space next to you under the covers, pulling you to his chest.

You let out a content sigh, letting your arms wrap around his torso and your head fall onto his chest. You felt so safe in Peter’s arms, his embrace was like a second home to you. Getting a hug from him never failed to brighten your day or put you at ease, and you were thankful you had someone like him in your life to keep you grounded. Nuzzling your face further into him, your head moving as his chest shook with a chuckle, his arms tightening around your waist as he peppered small kisses to your hair.

As your legs began to tangle together, your breathing began to even out, and the two of you began nodding off to sleep, you felt a lazy smile grow onto your lips.

You were way more appreciative of being a light sleeper from that night on.

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Light Sleeper

In which your boyfriend Peter tries to sneak into your room, unaware that he’s going to receive a rather brutal welcome.

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Science Partners

You have a thing for science equations, and when you’re assigned to be Peter’s lab partner for the day, it comes quite in handy when he runs into trouble on getting his web fluid formula right.

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Heartbreaks in Decision Making

After finally telling Peter how you feel, he does something you’d least expect — kiss you. But when finding him lip locking with someone else, you leave him to choose. Will it be you?

Science Partners || Peter Parker

A/N: this fic gives me major peter & mj vibes.. also, in order to write this i had to do a lot of google searching to get somewhat accurate information on how peter makes his web shooters!!

word count: 1872

WARNINGS: none :)

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Ever since you transferred to Midtown High for your sophomore year of high school, you found yourself lacking something that was considered vital to your high school experience — friends.

You weren’t shy, just that most people didn’t seem to spark your interest enough to start a friendship and although you didn’t mind being by yourself, you always wondered what it would be like to have one or two friends to talk to in a few classes, or at lunch. Something other than sitting with the librarian who often sent you pity glances when she thought you weren’t looking, you always caught them though.

You only seemed to be completely content with not having someone tap at your shoulder to whisper something to you while the teacher spoke in one class — chemistry. The love for science you had was overwhelming, you absorbed every ounce of information given to you in each lesson, but of course, you knew bits and pieces of what was being spoken.

“So!” The teacher clapped her hands together to bring your class’s attention to the front. “For the remainder of the period, you all will continue our stoichiometry lesson in groups of two, which will be your lab partners, on the relationship between moles and mass with the today’s experiment. The guide is already taped to your tables.” She announced, eyes scanning over the students who quickly began working on the lab assignment before stilling on you. “Y/N, I know you enjoy working on your own, but I would like for you to join Peter for this assignment.”

Your eyes bulged at the mention of his name. Peter. As in Peter Parker. As in the boy you’ve had a silly little crush on since you started school at Midtown. It wasn’t anything serious, you’ve never spoken to him, but you always thought he was cute — and incredibly intelligent, which was a plus. Swallowing thickly, you scooped up your things from your lab table and shuffled towards the front lab stations, where Peter was located. It was almost as though he was in his own little world, unaware of the fact that the teacher had paired the two of you up together as he scribbled in his notebook. “Excuse me.” You muttered to catch his attention, placing your notebooks on the edge of the table to avoid touching any of Peter’s papers that were sprawled out all over. “Hi.”

His head snapped up in your direction, hand now still instead of writing, and blinked in surprise. You let your gaze drifted down to his papers that were covering what was now your side of the table. “H-Hi. Oh,” Peter gasped, hands reaching out to quickly clear the lab table of his papers. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his cheeks taking up a pale pink color.

“That’s okay, you’re fine.” You dismissed him, sliding into the stool and setting your bag on the floor, looking over the instructions for the lab. A smile appeared on your face once you finished reading and you looked over to Peter, who’s eyes were already on you expectantly. “This lab is fairly easy,” You said, grabbing ahold of your pencil and writing both of your names onto the given worksheet. “We just need to compare the theoretical values to the actual experimental mass once we react the sodium hydrogen with the hydrochloric acid.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks when you caught a glimpse at Peter’s stunned expression. His lips curled into an impressed grin before laughing lightly, a teasing tone in his voice when he said, “You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

A let out a few chuckles while turning to face him, a bashful look on your face. “I, uh- I just really love science.” You shrugged, although you made that fact very clear to him with your ramble. “I can work on this while you work on whatever you were before.” You offered, eyes trained on your paper while you calculated the formulas from the lab guide. You were already halfway through, managing to hold your conversation with Peter while getting the work done. Your head shook in disbelief at the thought, you were actually talking to him, not snagging sly glances at him from the back of class or in the hallways. It felt good.

Peter immediately declined, closing his notebook and leaning in closer in attempt to try and help you with the lab. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s nothing anyway.” He insisted, but you watched as his fingers were tapping against the wooden tabletop, itching to go back to writing in his notebook. You scoffed, setting down your pencil and putting the now completed worksheet to the side, crossing your arms over the table. “Yeah, right. Besides, the work is done, so maybe I could help?” You suggested, lips quirking into a smile that he nervously returned.

The brunette opened his mouth, stammering on his own words as he tried to figure out what the tell you. He couldn’t exactly say that he was working on a new web fluid formula for the shooters in his suit, because that would be doing the most irrational thing — exposing himself as spiderman to a girl he barely knew. Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he weighed out the pros and cons of you helping him figure out what he was missing in his formula. You’ve proven yourself to be incredibly smart, and quick when it comes to figuring out formulas.

He eventually nodded, cracking a smile that you eagerly returned. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He agreed hesitantly, pulling his composition notebook from his side of the desk and in between the both of you. When opening the book, your eyes widened at the multiple formulas scribbled on the lined paper, some crossed out and others not, with the title of the page being ‘Web Fluid’

“‘Web Fluid?’” You read aloud, looking up from the page and to Peter, who was shifting about in his stool, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He felt his heart plummet to his stomach when your eyes narrowed at his anxious state. She knows, Peter thought underneath your suspicious stare. He opened his mouth to try and form some sort of excuse until you interrupted him to ask, “Are you into cosplay?”

It was safe to say that your question caught Peter off guard, with the way that his eyes practically popped out of his head and his cheeks flushed in what seemed like embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, the thought of Peter actually being into cosplay and wearing a makeshift spiderman suit made your smile grow larger — it would be too cute.

Peter’s slacked jaw tightened to a grin as he watched you laugh, laughing a little himself and heart warming at the sound. He thought you had a beautiful laugh.

“What?! No, I’m not- I’m not into cosplay!” He cried, though the grin on his face didn’t fade, and neither did yours once your laughter died down. Peter shoved the notebook further into your direction and pointed to the unfinished equation. “Can you just help me, please?”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you slid the notebook in front of you, looking over his scribbles. You let out a hum while writing over some equations, brows raising at his overall impressive work. “I know what you’re missing,” You scooted your stool closer to Peter and tilted the page in his direction so he could see what parts of the formula you tweaked. “Whatever Spider-man’s webs are made out of, is relatively close to nylon. Flexible and durable. So since you don’t want to bring nylon to your cosplay parties,” You paused, giving him a pointed look, a few giggles following shortly when he sent you a playful glare. “You need to figure out a component mixture that that forms a tough, flexible fiber when it contacts air, yet doesn’t interfere with the foaming agent it mixes with for the inflation capacity you’re using here.”

You inhaled deeply, catching up on the amount of air you lost from explaining your theory and giving yourself a brief nod of approval before meeting Peter’s gaze. Feeling the blood rush back to your face once again, you couldn’t help but notice the way his brown eyes were swirling with something — admiration. “What?” You asked shyly, your hand finding its way to your face in attempt to cool down your heated skin. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter’s face held a dazed smile, dark brown eyes gone soft, and his chin was in the palm of his hand as he propped his elbow on the table. He looked straight out of a rom-com — and you really liked it. He simply shrugged, brown locks bouncing slightly at the movement.

“You’re really—”

Pretty. Peter had the urge to say pretty.

“Smart.”

Your lips parted to speak, but the shrilling sound of the bell cut in on you, signaling your lunch period. You slouched in your seat, not wanting to leave chemistry — not wanting to leave Peter. It was the most interaction you’ve gotten in a while, that was actually enjoyable, with someone you really liked and you didn’t want it to end. When you looked to the teenage boy next to you, he was wearing a similar solemn expression.

As you began to collect your stuff and shrug on your backpack, Peter’s hand quickly reached out to grasp your arm, making you almost immediately stop in your tracks. Turning on your head, you were met with Peter’s wary gaze and nervous smile.

“Do you- Do you want to go to lunch with me?” Peter asked, his thumb jutting over his shoulder towards the direction of the cafeteria, rocking on the back of his heels. You found yourself beaming at his invite, laughing lightly at how flustered he was. Deciding to have a little fun, you raised a teasing brow, asking, “Why?”

Instantly, Peter’s nerves visibly worsened, his hands going to grip on the straps of his backpack as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “To, you know, help with the web-cosplay-thing?” His voice rushed and raised barely an octave at the end, his lips then pursing in regret at his choice of words when your face lit up with amusement.

“So you admit it? You’re into cosplay?” You asked eagerly, a laugh threaded in your words that made Peter’s shoulders seemingly relax. He let out a noise similar to a whine, throwing his head back while taking a few short steps in the direction all the other students in the hallway were going. “I’m not into cosplay, Y/N! Do you want to go with me or not?”

The smug smile on your face waved into a gracious one, and when your playful teasing was finally put to rest, your heart swelled at the settling reality — Peter wanted to spend more time with you, outside of the chemistry lab.

So, readjusting the books in your arms, you sent Peter a nod, catching up to his retreating figure and nudging your elbow against his arm with a crooked smile.

“Lead the way, Parker.”

Heartbreaks in Decision Making || Peter Parker

request: “I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.”

A/N: i’m sorry this took so long, but i hope it meets your expectations!! i added supporting characters of my own as well. thank you for such a juicy request!! NOT PROOF READ YET.

word count: 2342

WARNINGS: angst. cursing, and heartbreaking in my opinion.

You didn’t understand.

You definitely weren’t the ‘go-getter’ type, nor were you the kind of girl who just says what’s on their mind or heart. When the cook at a restaurant got your order wrong, you would smile and say ‘thank you’ instead of letting them know. You’re the kind of person that would stick around with whoever you were with until they were ready to go instead of finding a comfortable place to be by yourself. So when you had feelings for a boy, a boy like Peter Parker, it would be almost instinctive to either deny or hide those feelings as best as you could.

But you didn’t do either.

Instead, when the class got back to the hotel in Prague, you marched up to his hotel room with your hand curled into a fist, ready to confess your feelings for him when his door was yanked open. He was staring at you in shock while you gaped at him before nervously smiling and asking to talk. When his eyes moved away from yours and onto something ahead, you didn’t think much of it — but god, you wished you did.

You managed to do the hard part, and confessed how you felt to Peter. Granted, the message was relayed in a mixture of needless, nervous rambles. Your cheeks were red and you felt like your body was lit on fire under his eyes. Your heart was racing, but it practically stopped when he stepped forward, face inching towards yours and eyes closing shut. You stood frozen in place, letting his lips close to space between yours.

You let him kiss you.

But what you didn’t understand was how Peter could do something like that after what you had confessed to him, yet have his arms wrapped around another girl while their lips molded together. His eyes were shut and his pleasure filled face held a red tint. However, you knew Peter, and you knew he had a sixth sense, so you watched as his eyes sprung open during the kiss and began to swell with fear.

That was when your vision was blurred with tears.

He didn’t pull away from the girl, rather letting the kiss carry on with his eyes trained on you until she decided to pull away. She did eventually, and you could faintly hear the shy laughs they shared from where you were. You watched a few words be exhchanged and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole every time his eyes flickered to yours. Then, like anybody would, she turned around.

And when MJ sent you a tight lipped smile, it made sense. As much as it pained your heart to admit, you finally understood. The night before, you were looking for Peter, and he was looking for her.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you scoffed, your arms wrapping around your body to act as a shield when MJ walked towards the entrance doors of the hotel, and Peter approached you hesitantly. The lights from inside the hotel was enough to see his tear-pricked eyes and guilty face when he was close enough in front of you. There was an aching silence between the two of you, but you didn’t dare to break it. You couldn’t bring yourself too.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to swallow down the rising bile in his throat. You brought your arms closer to your chest, chewing on the inside of your cheeks to try and prevent the new wave of tears threatening to spill. You didn’t meet his burning gaze, strictly staring past him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, hearing his voice told you enough. He was guilty, but wasn’t apologizing for what he did — he was apologizing for being caught.

It was silent again, and just as painful as the last time. You were racking your brain for something to say, questions popping up one after the other and it made your head throb, so you settled on the simplest one yet, asking, “Why?”

If it were any louder, you were certain Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear you. There was about six feet of space between the two of you, a brutal opposite to the night before — the memory made your stomach churn. With furrowed brows, Peter’s lips parted to speak, but after a few split moments, his mouth shut.

“I don’t know.”

Hearing his words made your head snap in his direction, a bewildered yet angry look in your eyes as you gaped at him. “You don’t know?” You repeated, taking a bold step forward with a clenched jaw. “You let me fall for a lie, Peter. Had I not been outside of this damn hotel, you wouldn’t have stop kissing MJ.” You spat through gritted teeth, feeling yourself grow hot at the fact that he was acting this way. Acting so remorseful for something he wanted to do.

You watched as Peter’s hand repeatedly clenched at his side, and he looked away from you. From this angle you could see a single tear fall from the corner of his glazed eyes. He was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to truth.

“Y/N, you know I’ve liked MJ for a while now.” He muttered, actively avoiding your pained expression and flinching at the sound of your dry laugh. You knew this, you knew that Peter has had this crush on MJ since your sophomore year — so about a little over a year. Knowing this made telling Peter how you felt all the more nerve-racking, but it didn’t matter, he made the confusing choice of kissing you, and in turn complicated everything.

“Then why did you kiss me?!” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing into the dark night. It was poetic, really. Getting your heart broken by the boy you love on a beautiful bridge at midnight in Europe. “It doesn’t matter!” Peter was now facing you, his heaving chest pairing with his bloodshot eyes that locks with your own. “This isn’t a game of bachelor, Peter.” You sniffled, casting your gaze away from him to get a chance to breathe because every time you looked at him, your throat closed up.

“So,” Peter cleared his throat, but the lump remained, making his voice strain. “So what are you saying?”

What were you saying? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know, however, was that as strong as you felt for Peter, you were not going to let yourself be treated second. Your bottom lip trembled as you released a shaking breath, locking with his.

“I’m saying you have to choose.”

As his eyes bored into yours, as the tension grew painfully thick in the silence, you knew. Just by the look in his eyes. The look in his brown orbs wasn’t one of someone who didn’t want to choose, it was the look of someone who didn’t want to tell you they weren’t choosing you.

And you knew.

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“I’m just saying!” Your friend, Lina, held her hands up in defense while you looked at her incredously. “He was too much of a nice guy! Guys like him always have something wrong with them.”

It’s been a few weeks since the incident with Peter that went down during your class trip to Europe, and by now, you have told your two closest friends, Lina and Meredith, who were absolutely livid upon hearing the news when you came back to the states in shambles. Meredith stared at the blue haired girl with a slacked jaw, her hand reaching over to flick her in the forehead. “God, Lina, you can’t just say shit like that! Y/N has been in love with him for like, ever.”

“You guys!” You sighed, crossing your arms over the cafeteria table and shaking your head at the both of them. “I’m right here, you know. You guys have been talking about what happened for the past fifteen minutes.”

The girls stared at you solemnly, casting their gazes down when the guilt began to eat at them. “We’re sorry, Y/N, it’s just- I can’t believe he would do that to you, his best friend of all people, and not have a care in the world flaunting his relationship with MJ like he didn’t hurt you to get it.” Lina said gently, placing her hand on top of yours and squeezing it.

She was right, both of them were. However, as hurtful as it was, you didn’t want to dwell on it forever. Sure, he made you believe in something false, but you’d rather say it could’ve been worse.

“Listen, I’m fine!” You laughed lightly, sending both girls a tight lipped smile which they weakly returned. “What’s done is done, and if he’s happy with MJ and how things turned out then.. then so be it.” You finally said, brushing off the fact that your words were beginning to sound like they were moreso said for you then for them. As you waited for a response from one of the two, your brows scrunched together when watching Meredith’s gaze drift and her elbow jutting into Lina’s side to bring it to her attention. “Mer, what’re you looking a..” Your voice trailed off as you turned around in your seat, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Peter.

“Can- Can I talk to you?” His voice stuttered with hesitance, averting his eyes away from the two girls behind you that were staring at him with vicious glares and kept them on you. “Please?”

A small huff came from your nose, and you turned around to send a simple nod to Lina and Meredith before getting up to follow behind Peter.

He ended up leading you into an empty science room, deserted lab tables with the lights turned off to leave the skylight from the windows to do it’s job. With crossed arms, you watched as Peter grew anxious. Even with his back to you, you knew that he was most likely fidgeting with his fingers while he was bouncing on his foot.

“I lied.” said Peter suddenly.

He turned around to face you, and you could now see his hands quickly wringing together. You stared at him blankly, cocking your eyebrow up at him to silently tell him to carry on.

“I do know why I kissed you that night in Prague.” He admitted, watching carefully as your eyes slightly widened at the confession. Too many questions whizzed around in your head in that moment, it was beginning to overwhelm you. “It wasn’t because I was trying to spare your feelings, or to make you feel good. It was because I like you- no, no, I love you.” Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours as he spoke clearly, and for the first time talking to him since that night, he didn’t stutter. He meant it.

The thought alone made tears prick your eyes.

“Why are you telling me this, Peter?” You croaked, your tearful eyes searching his wide ones frantically. He was with MJ, you thought. He chose her, he’s happy with her — so why was he telling you all of this now?

Peter pursed his lips, letting his gaze fall to the floor as if there was something of interest there. “Because I-” He sighed, his shoulders tense with nerves before he boldly caught your stare, saying, “I made a mistake.”

A mistake. The words nearly made you laugh.

“A mistake?” You repeated, lips parted to just let it all out before you stopped. Instead, a scoff emitted from your throat, pairing with your shaking head. “There was no mistake in what you did, Peter. You chose her and-”

“And it should’ve been you.” He interrupted, daringly taking a small step forward that you allowed, only because you were too in shock at what he said. You stood there, frozen with a slacked jaw and bulging eyes. His words should’ve have, but they managed to pull at numerous heart strings and make your stomach churn. “It should’ve been you because it’s always been you, Y/N. I made a mistake because, I-I don’t know maybe I didn’t want to accept the truth, or maybe I didn’t want it to ruin anything. But I’m here now because I love you.”

Hearing his words should’ve made your heart flutter. You should’ve let a smile so wide it made you squint, take over your face. You should’ve jumped into his arms and kissed him ‘til the end of time because he does feel the same way.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let the tears roll down your face. You looked away from him, and let your arms fall at your sides. “No.” You shook your head, looking up to see confusion swirl about it Peter’s brown eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have to be with another girl to realize it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told me, to my face, that you’re reasoning for kissing MJ was because you’ve liked her for a long time.”

You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly backing up towards the door of the science room and placing a steady hand on the handle. Your fingers brushed at your cheeks to rid them of the tears that fell, and you sniffled, straightening out your composure.

“You may have made a mistake, Peter, but I will not let you hurt two girls in the process of making yourself happy.”

With that, you turned away from him, walking through the door and back to your friends who stared at you expectantly.

Peter stayed there. He stood in the front of the science lab with a dazed look in his glazed eyes, jaw clenched shut. Then, he let the tears fall. The tears he held in until you left, he let them glide down the sides of his face while putting his head in his hands.

He made a mistake, and he was going to have to live with that forever.

the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

genre : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…

Your Help

paring : peter parker (tom holland) x male reader

genre : angust and fluff

summary : peter needs your help after a mission

On an ordinary night, you were enjoying music in the comfort of your apartment, when you heard a knock on the window and soon after a voice calling your name. The voice was familiar, and you immediately recognized it. It was your boyfriend, Peter. "Hey? Y/N...? Can you please open here...?" Peter's voice sounded weak and tense, causing you to panic. Without hesitation, you ran to open the glass window, only to be greeted by a vision that shocked you deeply.

Peter's face was marked by bruises, his clothes torn and stained with blood, showing evidence of a previous combat, his heavy eyes showed the extreme pain he was going through. Despite the injuries, he gave a weak smile, desperately trying to mask his pain. He looked at you with a touch of hope and vulnerability, while he was there, leaning on the window. He didn't want you to worry, but it was clear that he was in serious trouble.

It was evident that, as a superhero, he was used to dealing with dangerous situations, but this one seemed to be different. "Peter...what happened to you?" You say opening the window quickly and helping him enter the warm and cozy apartment.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a small beat...he was just..a little too big.." Peter tries to smile, but makes a grimace of pain. "Can you...can you help me with some of these...cuts, please." Peter finally looks at you with those slightly watery brown eyes.

You study him with your eyes before finally answering "Yes, Yes, of course.. can you stand walking to the bathroom?" You ask approaching him a little more "Of course..I can" Peter says "Okay, I'll go, I'll help you, okay?" You say approaching him and putting your arms around him to support him to be able to go to the bathroom without making much effort.

You gently lead Peter to the bathroom and help him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I think a shower would be good to care for the cuts and maybe relax a bit,” you say, looking at him. Peter nods in agreement, acknowledging the need for a shower to take even better care of his cuts.

“Yes, it’s better to take a shower. It will relieve some of the pain and fatigue,” he says as he rises carefully, leaning on the wall once more to avoid carrying weight on his injuries. Peter approaches the shower, preparing to take off his clothes and step in.

✁…After the shower

"Okay, let's take care of it, okay? Maybe it hurts a little... but it's nothing you haven't already felt" you say trying to give a slight smile trying to make you as relaxed as possible "It's okay.." he says between sighs, you then begin to carefully examine the damage, cleaning the blood and applying dressings.

Peter observes you take care of your wounds. With each soft and careful touch on the injuries, a sigh of pain escapes from his lips, but he tries to stay calm. "Thank you..." he murmurs with a hoarse voice, trying to control himself so as not to complain about the pain of the wounds. "I...I really don't know what I would do without you." Peter says with a slight corner smile.

"Nah, you don't need to thank me, I like to be your personal nurse" You speak with a slight smile changing your attention to look at him who also lets out a slight laugh in the form of a tired sigh.

After a few minutes Peter leans against the wall and relaxes a little, knowing that he is in the capable hands of his partner, and takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. "I'm already finishing here, you're going to sleep here, right?"

"I..I didn't bring sleepwear..don't worry I can get home well" you turn your attention to him again "I have your clothes that you left here, they're clean, you're not going anywhere, you need a proper rest, and I'm not going to discuss this with you."

Peter knew you were right, he had no way to go around jumping through buildings, at least not now "Well, if you insist...", he answers with a sigh. "Great! I'm done here too, I'll get clean and comfortable clothes for you, I'll be right back, okay?" You say taking one last look at Peter before leaving the bathroom and going to closet to get a pair of clothes.

"Okay, here it is" You say entering the bathroom again with the clothes "Do you want to help get dressed?" You ask Peter, who kindly signals yes with his head "okay, come here". So you help your boyfriend get dressed and help him walk to the room, laying him on the bed carefully so as not to touch any injury.

"Is everything okay?" You say joining him lying next to him "Yes yes, I just...I keep thinking about how much you do for me...thank you for..all this" Peter says pointing to his own body already patched "I love you very much you know that, right? I don't know what would be without you" Peter says turning to look at you "Nah, don't thank me for that, I love you too much to find anything that does minimally bad" you say with a slight laugh

Peter who also laughs, says "You know, you're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for" Peter speaks with an attempt to stretch to you to give a light kiss, you understand the message and quickly seal your lips with his resulting in a calm and comfortable kiss. So you end the night, hugged, snuggled up to each other, just enjoying the heat that radiated between both bodies.

Observation: Okay, that's not cool, I really didn't like this story, this wasn't reviewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes you have ❤️‍🩹

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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✩ [wisdom has left the chat] wc: 1.6k

you get your wisdom teeth removed . . . who the fuck gave you your phone? (peter did.) where you're extremely high on anesthesia and pain meds, flash can't get a hint, and peter is flushed bright red at your lack of filter on the group chat.

✩ seduction through science wc: 1.9k

where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

✩ caught in a web of kisses wc: 1.4k

(requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

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[wisdom has left the chat]

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

brief: you get your wisdom teeth removed . . . who the fuck gave you your phone? (peter did.) where you're extremely high on anesthesia and pain meds, flash can't get a hint, and peter is flushed bright red at your lack of filter on the group chat.

tags: humour. fluff. crack fic. texting. sex mention.

a/n: ✩

requests are open!

wc: 1.6k

"Am I being kidnapped?", you whisper out breathily as you writhed under the fastened seatbelt that Peter had done up a couple moments earlier, twisting around clumsily as you tried to press down on the buckle and free yourself from the restraint.

Peter who had just placed away the prescription note and after-surgery procedure instructions in the backseat sighed before quickly getting a grip on your wrist, holding it in place so that it wouldn’t do more damage.

Making eye contact with you and holding your gaze for a few seconds to make sure that you wouldn’t try to get away for the 4th time that evening, he dragged your hand over onto your lap and let it drop softly against your legging clad thighs before responding, “No babe, I’m taking you home.”

You crossed your arms, or at least tried to- only whacking Peter’s nose twice before pouting through the window like a petulant child, spit and blood pooling up underneath your chin as the gauze between your teeth started to fall out. Grumbling under your breath, you garbled out, “Don’t call me babe.”

Peter let out a giggle as he reached for a napkin, holding you by your jaw with extreme caution and turning you towards him so that he could clean up the saliva gathered there, “Why can’t I call you babe, babe?”

Your pout deepened at the outright disrespect as you you gently patted Peter’s knee, as if trying to let him down easy, “Only my boyfriend can call me babe. He’s Spider-Man, you know?” The second part tilted up at the end into a proud and fond voice, your eyes turning soft before realizing where you were and snapping your hand back into yourself.

“Is that right?”, Peter asked amused, finally pulling out of the parking lot of the dentistry and towards the road.

“Yup.”, you exclaimed, popping the p and dancing your fingers across the dash in front of you as you felt the small vibrations tingle up your palm, smiling wide when a small brr emitted from your nails dragging along the textured pattern set around the vent of the AC.

A few more seconds passed of you randomly grazing your fingers along different parts of the interior of Tony’s car, the different materials stimulating your touch before you turned your head completely around and faced your body and attention towards him. Your gaze flickering across a strong jawline and soft set cheekbones, stopping as you paused at his hair. “You have curls.”

Peter glanced at you quickly before returning his focus to the road, sparing a look at himself in the mirror as he ran a hand through the unruly mess, “I do.”

You sighed wistfully as you rested your head against the cushioning of your seat, “Peter has curls.”

Peter let out a laugh, “Y/N, I’m Peter.”

You gave him the most incredulous look before falling into a fit of hiccupped laughter, your palms spaying on your flushed cheeks as you looked back up at him again as if he had just the funniest thing you’d ever heard, “Oh! Don’t be silly, Peter’s at home!”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t think he’d ever heard you use the word “silly” unironically in his entire 3 years of dating you. Anyway. That wasn’t the point. Peter only hesitated for a second before continuing, if the roles were reversed, he knew that you’d do the exact same thing, “Hmm, right. How . . . silly . . . of me. So ba-Y/N, tell me about Peter.”

You sighed wistfully, twirling your hair as if you were in a teen rom-com before starting, "He's so pretty and oh my god, you should see his abs. You could wash your clothes on them, I'm telling you. Washboard. And he's so smart and kind and fuck . . . the way he fucks-"

Peter choked a little, wide-eyed, sneaking a quick glance at you as he swerved into the parking lot of the pharmacy before interrupting, cheeks red as he said, "I-uhh-listen, I've got to go in and grab some medicine for you so I'm going to need you to be very responsible, ok? Can you do that?"

You scoffed, offended, "I am the most super very much responsible person in this car, sir, and for your information, I'll have you know, that I am very responsible."

Peter let out a small giggle at your antics before nodding, slowly bringing out your phone from his pocket before begrudgingly handing it over, watching you squeal like a child as you gripped it to your chest, "Call me if you need anything and please, Y/N, for the love of god, don't post anything or text anyone."

Y/N Stark's FanClub 🤩 10 members . Private Chat

11:52 am . May 7th

Y/N: HLEP SOS RED Jason: ... Betty: Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?? Y/N: I'ev been kidnpaped 😧 Cindy: And the kidnapper didn't take your phone? Kind of a stupid kidnapper if you ask me Betty: CINDY- OMG Sally: HUH 😧 Y/N: He's hot tho...so it's fine ig BUT STILL >:( how dare he Flash: Idk what you're talking about hun, I didn't kidnap you Y/N: Shut your ulgy ass up Jason: BAHAHAHBDAJBDJKSFBK Sally: pFFTTT- Betty: Is no one else concerned? :,) MJ: Peter took her to get her wisdom teeth removed, she's fine. Cindy: high y/n 😧 Charles: Why tf are there so many 😧😧😧 Charles: Y/N IS KIDNAPPED?? OUR QUEEN- Charles: oh :) nm

Jason: nonono cindy it's more like

Jason: high y/n 😈

Y/N: yes jason hehe 😈

Ned: @peterparker @peterparker @peterparker

Ned: bro come collect your girlfriend

Y/N: hey! pter doesn't own me >:( i'm an indepnedant woman

Sally: yeah ned wtf

Sally: sexist

Cindy: that's so digusting

Betty: you think women belong to men 🤨

Ned: skfjnskjfednsjkefnskefns 😭😭😭 ?!?!?!?!

✩ Y/N STARK has started a group call for Y/N Stark's FanClub 🤩 ✩

Blinking a bit deliriously as familiar faces of your friends popped up on your screen, you giggled in glee at their appearance as you struggled to smile through your puffy cheeks and bloody cotton pads.

Propping your phone up on the dashboard with some struggle as you folded back, your eyes widened over the chaos of questions erupting from the speakers as you caught a glance of your kidnapper returning.

Based on his stern glare as he checked his phone and then back up at you, you panickedly gargled, "Guys! Oh no oh no oh no- he's coming back!"

Sally, still in her pajamas yet more alert than half the rest of the group call attendees, pitched in, "Hide? I-"

You stared at her in confusion as you looked around at the limited hiding spaces big enough to fit your uncoordinated body in the car.

"What?", Jason snorted, "No- Y/N, Y/N, hear me out . . . seduce him."

Your face of disgust made him burst out into laughter as Betty played along, no longer concerned, "Tell him your dad's Iron Man!!"

Jason who'd finally caught his breath wheezed, "I still think my idea is the best-"

You'd just let out a noise of distress at the thought of flirting with someone other than your boyfriend when the door to the driver's seat swung open.

Wincing as the handsome man sat down, you made panicked side-eyes at the screen as you murmured out a small, "Hello, not-my-boyfriend Peter."

Watching him roll his eyes, he peeked his head into the view of your camera as he gave a small wave at your friends. All them chorusing their greetings as he turned and huffed at you, "What was the one thing I said not to do when I left you with your phone?"

"Well . . . technically it was two things-", your murmured as you withered in your seat, bringing your palms to your face as you heard laughter echo from the screen.

"I don't think you guys see the opportunity in front of us right now", Flash grinned, "This is basically Y/N on truth serum."

The mischievous glance Flash gave you made Peter sigh in defeat as he pulled out of the parking lot, knowing a lost battle when he saw one. There was no going to make you cut the call now as you squealed forward, taking the phone into your hands and giggling, "Like truth or dare!"

"Ok Y/N . . . I'll ask first . . .", Flash began, Peter's forearms going up in goosebumps as he heard noises of wariness erupt from the screen. This was going to be interesting.

"Are you actually in love with Peter?"

The smirk MJ gave at your bewildered expression made Peter let out a snort of laughter, Flash's endless pursuit to get a chance with his girlfriend nothing less than amusing.

You sighed wistfully, smiling like a disney princess as you looked off out the window, "He's like a shot of espresso, like . . . being bathed in sunlight. He's incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and has this sense of… play and fun when you're alone with him, which was incredibly exciting."

You faced the phone again, "He's so- smart and sweet and caring. Like a prince. Extremely charming, especially when he's nervous. And there's thing he does when he's trying to pretend he's annoyed at me as he fights off a smile like- like he just scrunches his nose and it's so . . . he's so cute, I just want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick, you know?"

You leaned in close to the camera ignoring the embarrassment of Flash's face and the giggles from everyone else as you whispered, as if indulging them in on a secret, "He's also amazing in bed. Like there's this thing he did with his tongue last night and-

Peter's hand had never moved faster as it slapped across your mouth to keep you shut, his ears burning red as he let out a cough, "Aaand that will be the end of that, say bye to them, we're almost at the compound."

The hoots and hollers from your phone made him groan, knowing he'd never hear the end of it as Charles brokenly said in between tears of laughter, "S-simp."

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seduction through science

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

brief: where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

tags: humour. fluff. relationship reveal. humiliation. sex mention. fangirling.

a/n: ✩

requests are open!

wc: 1.9k

"You're fucking with us", Charles stated, mouth agape as he stared at Peter in disbelief and awe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his friend's confession.

Wincing at everyone's eyes on him, Peter dropped his head into his hands as he contemplated why he was friends with such manipulative idiots. Groaning softly as he combed through his hair with a sweaty palm, the other reached for his phone which lay nearby.

He had been guilt tripped into hosting their weekly AcaDec study sessions at his apartment this weekend due the team's insistence that he no longer cared for them. His insulting amount of absences racked up because of spidey duties, not that he could tell them of his extremely valid excuse.

That's how he found himself crowded together into a messy circle on the carpet in his living room which May swore would come back in trend according to her home decor magazines. His teammates, doing everything but studying as they indulge themselves in the latest gossip and an impromptu game of truth or dare.

With Flash's question targeting either his secret webslinger-identity or his relationship status, Peter's choice between his limited options had been obvious, announcing to his friends of the girlfriend he'd been keeping tucked away for several months.

Now, however, with the way they were gaping at him, Peter re-evaluated whether he had truly made the correct decision.

Flash, who'd finally been able to catch his breath, with dried up tears of laughter streaking across his cheeks, wheezed, "You. Penis Parker. Are dating the most influential teenager in North America according to TIME Magazine, with an IQ to rival her father's, model and heir to Stark Industries, Y/N Stark?"

Peter once again winced, internally debating whether or not he should give you a call as he responded, "Y-yes?"

"Peter. You're kidding.", Betty whispered, wide-eyed at the thought of her friend keeping such an insanely large secret from them...if it was the truth. Just the interviewing opportunities made her head spin and the journalist inside of her was- holy shit. Their Peter Parker was dating Y/N Stark?! That was insane. Practically impossible?

“Oh yeah? Ok. Then how’d you meet her, hotshot?”, Flash smirked cockily, as if he had just checkmated him, convinced his question was going to force Peter to confess the truth about his “lie.”

Before Peter could even exhale his sigh of exhaustion, Jason interrupted, “Dude, not that I don’t believe you or anything and no offense but . . . how did you bag her?”

Cindy who had been watching the entire debacle from the sidelines so far simply nodded her head, wide-eyed and a bit confused on how this could possibly be her reality.

Sally, insulted on Peter’s behalf, pitched up, “Hey! Pete’s a catch.”

Offering a weak smile to the girl, Peter had just muttered, “Thank you, Sals”, as the echo of the doorbell made its way into the living room. Saved by the bell, indeed.

Dusting himself as he made his way towards the entrance, he could hear Ned defending his honor as Peter fiddled with lock, face freezing in shock when the entryway fully came into view.

Before him, you stood in his stolen Midtown High hoodie, hands sweetly clasped over your comfy stark industries pajama pants as you smiled up at him. The hood had been pulled over your messy hair in your attempts to avoid unwanted attention from the press, the drawstrings tied into a little makeshift bow and strands of stray hair sticking out from the circumference of the fabric surrounding your face. You looked absolutely adorable and silly and perfect to Peter’s fogged mind. Mind stuttering on how to decode this situation as he attempted to make some form of noise to greet you, he couldn’t think straight. 

Swaying on the balls of your feet and tilting your head warmly, you leaned forward to place a greeting peck onto his lips, hands unclasping and encircling his waist as you patiently took in his frozen state, “You gonna let me in or do you have a secret exhibitionist kink you’ve been keeping locked up which we need to discuss? Cause y’know- I’m up for anything but the paparazzi will have a field day once they figure out how much of a slut I am for my father’s intern-”

The pin-drop silence from his living room startled Peter into moving, covering your mouth with his palm as he choked a little at what you had just unwillingly said in front of all his friends, words finally processing into his distress blurred brain. He knew that he just told the team about you but he didn’t think of introducing you to them for at least a few more weeks down the road. Once they’d calmed down, gotten over their fangirling and actually believed him. Fuck.

You’d immediately picked up on your boyfriend’s anxious stance but much like your father, your solution to most situations revolved around teasing and humor, your words now muffled as you went on, “Like- could you imagine the headlines? Y/N STARK IS SLEEPING WITH HER FATHER’S INTERN?!? Y/N STARK’S WORLDWIND OFFICE ROMANCE: SEDUCTION THROUGH SCIENCE! Ooh- wait no, I quite like the second one-”

“What are you doing here?”

You frowned at Peter. That was the first thing he was going to say to you? Bringing his hand down and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you questioned more seriously, “Is everything alright? MJ invited me over? Said that you guys and Ned were just hanging out if I wanted to join. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first. I just assumed that-”

“Nononono no don’t apologize, stop. MJ’s just a little shit. She didn’t tell me she’d invited you over so I was . . . surprised.”, Peter’s voice dropped into a whisper, “It’s also not just…us and Ned. The rest of the friend group is in the living room right now and they just found out that I was dating you but they didn’t really believe me but now . . . well.”

You blinked, “Oh. Oh. So they heard me-”

Peter nodded. Your face flushed as you winced and buried your face in between Peter’s pecs, him failing to hide his smile as he stifled a laugh at your embarrassment. 

Now that the terror of the situation had faded away, he couldn’t help but find endless amusement in it. Though the interaction between you and the AcaDec group was much faster than he’d initially wanted, it was still something that he’d hoped for deeply. These two parts of his life finally merging filled him with so much joy, simply even imagining you getting along with his friend causing his cheeks to ache from the smile that would bloom. 

Letting you whine for a few more seconds, he gently dragged you into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he pulled down your hood. Untying the drawstrings to let them fall freely, he then proceeded to fluff out your hair, observing closely as your face melted in pleasure just like he predicted. 

Pressing a kiss, he whispered, “Come on, you’ve got to meet them now. That was quite the introduction.” 

Gently peeking your head past the curve of the hallway which kept you hidden from their view, you were first met with MJ’s smirk. Pointing a finger at her as Peter came up behind you, you flipped her off before addressing everyone else with a small wave, “Hi, Peter’s AcaDec group!”

The PR voice you’d automatically slipped into couldn’t be helped but you knew that it would take you a few more interactions for the real you to make an appearance. Maybe a few NDAs as well just as a precaution.

The few stunned moments of continued silence before it burst into squeals of shock and unfiltered questions made you laugh a little as you gently approached the circle and plopped yourself next to Ned, Peter taking a seat next to you as the group continued to hyperventilate. 

“Am I dreaming?”, whispered Charles to himself, his idol sitting merely a few feet away from him. Jason and Betty let out their own garbled hums of acknowledgement to their friend’s identical shock. This was every nerd’s dream. Y/N Stark was an inspiration in the technological advancements field, everything she’d contributed to the innovation of Stark Industries was just- insanity. Charles was going insane. He had to be.

Flash, deciding that this was the perfect time to shoot his shot with Peter’s girlfriend, smugly leaned forward and asked, “Hey baby, wanna grab a drink sometime in my Ferrari? I’m sure you’re sick of that dweeb by now.”

You blinked. Wrinkling your nose at him, you hummed, “. . . Flash, right?”

His confident nod made you continue, “I’ve uh- heard a lot about you-”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

“No, actually! A lot of it was how you bullied the love of my life for several years.”, you smiled, the smirk falling off his face extremely satisfying, “I don’t know about all your previous partners or if you even ever had any but I really don’t think showing off your wealth is the smartest move to my heart seeing where I come from. I like to think that I’m grounded and quite humble so I hate pulling out that card but I think it’s necessary to put you in your place. Also- did you say I was sick of him? Peter Parker? He’s one of the most genuinely caring and interesting people I’ve met in a long time . . . I’m sorry but like did you just choose to ignore how I said I was a slut for him 2 minutes ago? I-”

Ned’s giggles of happiness broke you out of your tangent as he leaned over to give you a hug, “God, I missed you so much. Peter’s been keeping you from us for too long. I just think he’s jealous of our intense chemistry.”

“Oh no, for sure.”, you nodded as you tilted your head to watch your boyfriend roll his eyes and attempt to hide his smile.

“We are . . . so sorry for him, oh my god.”, Cindy exhaled breathily, “You’re just- wow. You’re so brilliant and gorgeous and the interview where you explained your thinking for the future of SI’s place in the medical field was amazing to watch. I am such a big fan.”

You smiled warmly, “Apology accepted, haha. And you’re gorgeous too! Holy shit, if Peter wasn’t here-”

Peter jokingly whacked the back of your head, “Stop flirting with all my friends.”

You let out a small laugh as you raised your hands up in defeat, “Sorry, my dad’s genes, you know? No, but seriously, thank you! I’m sure you’re incredibly smart too if everything I’ve heard is true and your involvement in Academic Decathlon really speaks for itself.”

Cindy practically melted into a pile of goop next to the sofa as Flash opened his mouth again, “Are you sure-”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you sighed jokingly as the rest of the group turned to start yelling at him, making you burst into a grin as Peter and Ned erupted into their own little fit of laughter.

Maybe one interaction was enough for you to feel content with them. They’d certainly need at least three to get over their celebrity infatuation but…you settled into the nook of Peter’s shoulder, you could see yourself with this group laughing nights away for several more years to come.

And plus, Flash would provide the perfect entertainment if things ever got a little too boring. Though you doubt that that would be the case with all the banter and teasing you’d be witnessing in the next several hours.

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Could you write a fic where the reader is Stark’s daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?

caught in a web of kisses

pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3

requests are open!

wc: 1.4k

Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?

Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.

And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?

You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.

He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."

Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."

"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"

The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"

"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""

You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".

Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"

"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."

"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"

"3 . . ."

"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."

The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.

Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"

Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."

"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.

Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"

The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."

"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.

It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.

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a/n: thank you for everyone who has sent in requests ! it's greatly inspiring to know that people want to read more from you <3

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?!" 

pregnant??

pairing: peter x black!reader, avengers x black!reader (platonic)

summary: it’s christmas and you’re pregnant so you surprise peter and the avengers

a/n: peter and y/n are both adults in this. and i know it’s not christmas but i just had to do it.

warnings: none just pure fluff

today was christmas and i had decided to tell everyone that i was pregnant.

i had found out a month ago that i was pregnant after i was sick every morning for two weeks, one day i took a pregnancy test and it was positive. i was so excited to tell everyone but i wanted to surprise them.

after weeks of planning, shopping, and keeping the biggest secret ever, i would finally be able to tell everyone.

everyone was gathered around the christmas tree in the compound trying to figure out what to open first.

“let’s open the bags first” tony suggest and i immediately disagree and he looks at me confused.

“those are my gifts can i please save them for last” i plead and he nods before suggest another persons gifts to open.

after a what felt like a century it was finally time to open my gifts.

“ok everyone close your eyes” i say and they all hesitate but close their eyes.

i hand everyone their bags and give peters his last, i give everyone the ok to open their eyes and they do. they all look up at me and i nod letting them know it’s ok to open them.

i watch anxiously as everyone pulls out the ultrasound pictures. tony looks up at me and then the picture and then peter before putting two and two together.

“YOURE PREGNANT” he asks loudly and i nod.

peter immediately jumps off of the couch and tackles me in a hug, when he pulls away from the hug i notice tears in his eyes and he smiles.

“i’m gonna be a dad” he whispers and i nod feeling tears form in my eyes.

“yeah pete you’re gonna be a dad” i say and he laughs before hugging me again making everyone ‘aww’.

“I DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU TWO WERE SEXUALLY ACTIVE” tony yells hysterically ruining the moment making all of us laugh.

“how did spider boy manage that” bucky asks and sam immediately cuts in.

“well buck theres this thing called sex and when two-“ sam starts but bucky grumbles before cutting him off.

“i know how babies are made sam” bucky says completely over it making me giggle.

“i cant wait to see a mini y/n and peter running around” nat comments and everyone collectively groan. peter and i giggle at everyone’s obvious excitement at the thought of a little us running around.

“i’m happy for you guys” tony says as he walks up to peter and i before pulling us into a hug, eventually everyone joins in making one big group hug.

i smile as i realize that this baby is going to have a lot of love coming from an amazing family.

voicemail

pairing: peter x black!reader

summary: peter listens to the voicemails you left him during the blip.

warnings: none

peter was scrolling through his phone when he saw the amount of voicemail notifications he had, he opened them and noticed every single one was from you.

he opened one and listened to it,

“peter come home, please come back, i don’t know what’s going on but everyone’s gone please come back to me please”

he feels his heart break as you plead for him to come back to you.

he opens the next one and listens again

“hey peter, steve came over today and told me what happened. it may sound stupid that i’m calling you right now becuase you obviously aren’t going to answer but this makes me feel like you’re still here, i miss you and i love you”

he opens the one from his birthday

“happy birthday peter!” you yell happily and he chuckles as the tears fall down his face “today you would have been 17. i have a birthday cake here with spider man on it, it may be a little silly but i don’t care because the cake is absolutely adorable. i just wanted to wish you a happy birthday i love you”

he listens to every single voice mail over the span of three days, he opens that last one left and listens.

“hey peter we’re hopefully going to get you back today, i’m so excited to see you. i think tony may be more excited to see you than i am but don’t tell him i told you that. i cant wait to see you and i love you so much”

peter puts his phone down and smiles knowing that over five years you never forgot him.

reunion

pairings: peter parker x black!reader, mj x reader, ned x reader

summary: you all reunite after the snap

a/n: thank you so much for 100 followers

not proofread!

masterlist

requests are open!

i walked into school completely lost on how they expected some of us to move on like we didn’t miss five years of our lives.

i walked down the hallways and watched as friends reunited and found each other., it made me sad and happy that’s these people got to see people they missed.

the more i walked through the schools the more i realized that maybe all of my friends did move on. “y/n!” i heard from behind me, i looked over my shoulder and saw mj looking at me with tears in her eyes.

i ran over to her and hugged her tight as if she would turn to dust again, surprisingly she hugged me back. we stood there and cried for a minutes before pulling away “shit i thought you were dead” she says through her tears and i giggle “i could say the same for you”.

“have you seen peter or ned” i ask and she shakes her head “no i was looking for them too” we walk down the hallway and catch up on everything we missed since the last time we saw each other.

as we walk down the hallway i see ned and peter hugging and relief floods through my body, the tears i didn’t even know i was holding in fell down my face. “go get em” mj says with a smile on her face and i run down the hallway.

“peter” i yell trying to get his attention but the hallway is too loud “peter” i yell again and he looks over at me and smiles.

i run up to him and jump on him clinging onto him as tight as i possibly could, he wraps his arm around my waist pulling me impossibly closer. i raise my head from his shoulder and grab his hands with both of my hand before i kiss him, it takes him a minute but he kisses me back gently.

when we pull away he puts me down and i smile at him “god i missed you so much” he whispers and i laugh through my tears “i missed you too pete” the use of his nickname makes him smile.

“you guys are disgustingly adorable” mj comments making us laugh “it’s good to see you parker” peter smiles and hugs her.

i walk over to ned and hug him “thank god you guys finally admitted your love for each other” i laugh as he pulls away from the hug.

“it only took them two years but yay” mj deadpans and we all laugh. “it’s nice to be together again” peter says and we all smile at each other.

i’ve got you, always

pairing: peter parker (andrew garfield) x black!reader

summary: peter comes in injured and you of course help him

warnings: pure fluff, mentions of injury & blood

a/n: i have a new obsession with andrew garfield and i’m not complaining.

i was at my desk working on editing my essay when i heard a tap on my window, i smiled immediately knowing who it was. i got up from my desk and opened the widow, “hi beautiful” he whispers making me smile even more.

i help him into the house and as soon as he lands on his feet my smile drops, i look down at the deep gashes on his chest and feel tears well up in my eyes. “baby what happened” i ask looking up at him, i gently run my hands over the cuts and he hisses, i pull away quickly “im sorry” i apologize and he shakes his head.

“i’m fine, you should see the other guy” he jokes making me smile a little, he cups my face with both of his hands “i am ok i promise” he whispers wiping away my tear that fell.

“i need to get you cleaned up” i say as i sit him down so he’s leaning against the ottoman in front of my bed. “here let’s get this off” i mumble as i take the top of his suit off.

“you know id never imagined this is how you would be undressing me” he comments making me chuckle softly. “shut up” i mumble making him smile “alright im going to some supplies, do not move or i will be forced to thrash you” i say pointing at him and he smiles and puts his hands up in mock defense.

i walk out of the room and open the closet by my room and grab some rags, alcohol, and a first aid kit before returning to my room. when i walked in i saw peter still sitting in his spot, smiling at me as i approached him.

“you’re so pretty” he mumbles and i smile “you are too” i whisper making him blush lightly. “i hate to ruin this beautiful moment but i have to clean you up now” he chuckles and nods.

i dab the rag in the alcohol and gently rub it across his wounds, he hisses as i gently clean his wounds. “im sorry baby i’m so sorry” i whisper feeling tears well in my eyes as i watch him clench his eyes shut and writhe in pain. i try to get through cleaning his wounds as quickly and as throughly as i can, but its hard with the severity of the cuts.

eventually i finished cleaning and i grabbed the gauze, bandaged and ointment, and bandaged him up until his whole chest was covered in bandages.

he rests his forehead on mine and i move my hand to his neck and rub gently. “thank you” he whispers and i smile lightly. he moves my face with his and kisses me gently and i kiss him back, keeping my hand on his neck.

once we pull apart he smiles at me “i don’t know what id do without you” he says and i smile “i don’t know what id do without you” i repeat “so please be more careful ok parker” i press a finger into his shoulder gently making him smile.

“ok ok i’ll be more careful” he says and i smile before ruffling his hair, “ok now let’s get you ready for bed” i say helping him up off of the ground. i go over to my drawer and grab one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats that he left here from his last visit.

“go clean up, i’ll be waiting for you when you get back” i assure him as i had him his clothes. he kissed my cheek before walking into my bathroom and shutting the bathroom behind him.

as i wait for peter to get out of the shower i walk downstairs and grab him some left over alfredo i made, i heated it up and grabbed a bottle of water and walked back upstairs and into my room.

when i walk in peters sitting on my bed looking at the door expectantly, “ is that your world famous alfredo” he asks giddily making me laugh quietly “yes it is and i also you never told me what happened” i say as i hand him his food and get into bed beside him.

“so you remember dr.connors, he works as oscorp” he asks and i nod “well i helped him by giving him an equation to help or at least that’s what i thought, anways i gave him the equation to help him with cross-species genetics, which basically transferring another species genes to another species, in his case lizards to help humans regrow body parts and grow stronger” he explains and i nod understanding what he’s saying “so we made the formula and it worked but it had side effects, turning him into a lizard” he explains and i nod.

“and you believe that it’s your job to stop him because you created him” i ask and he nods as he stuffs the last of his alfredo in his mouth. “i know if i tell you don’t do it you aren’t going to listen but what ever you do be careful, i saw what he did today and i know he could probably do worse and i hate seeing you hurt and i’ve lost everyone but i just can’t lose you ok” i say resting my head on his shoulder.

“i know, i know” he say’s “and you know exactly what i’m going to say” he continues and i nod.

“i’ve got you, always” he whispers resting his head against mine. “always” i repeat and he smiles before pecking my lips gently.

“i love you peter parker” i whisper with a smile “i love you y/n y/l/n” he says before peppering my face with kisses and tackling me on the bed, i laugh has he continues to kiss my face.

“alright bug boy you need some rest” i grab his face in my hand and move his hair out of his face “we still have school in the morning and you have to be home so may doesn’t get worried” i remind him and he nods.

we both get comfortable in bed and he rests his head on my chest, i run my hand through his hair and scratch lightly.

“goodnight beautiful”

“goodnight spidey”

nothing new

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pairing: tasm! peter parker x black!reader

summary: after another peter parker comes through the portal, you get to know him and fall for him.

warnings: mentions of gwen’s death, near-death experience, heartbreak, fluff and angst, no happy endings. not proofread so probably typos

a/n: i’ll make a part two for peters pov, also i thought of this as mind of a soulmates au or star crossed lovers that doesn’t work out in the end. also ur mj’s older sister

“find peter parker” ned says as he moves his hand in a circular motion, the orange circle opens revealing an alley way and spider-man.

“peter parker” ned and mj yell, waving for the man to come over to us. he looks over and waves, immediately i know something’s off as he jumps through the portal.

i move in front of mj and ned as ned’s lola screams and throws a pillow at the man, he removes his mask to reveal a cute man with fluffy brown hair and brown eyes. he puts his hands up in defense, showing us he’s not a threat.

“who are you” mj asks “peter parker” he says looking at all of us confused. “that’s not possible” mj mumbles and i shake my head “well apparently it is” i whisper back before turning my attention back to him.

“prove it” mj says and i shake my head “prove what” he asks “that you’re peter parker” she says and i run my temples. “i don’t carry an id with me it kind of defeats the anonymous super hero thing” he says and i nod understanding his point.

mj grabs a piece of bread and throws it at him and i look back at her “mj are you serious” i deadpan and she shrugs. “why’d you do that” he asks “i was trying to see if you have the tingle thing” she says and i hold back a laugh “i have the tingle thing just not for bread” he say, disappointed making me laugh.

after climbing on walls, meeting yet another peter parker, and cleaning up webs, we all end up walking to midtown high.

“what’s your name” the tall peters asks “y/n” i say and he smiles. “i’m peter nice to meet you” he introduces himself making me laugh “nice to meet you peter” he smiles at me before looking at the sky.

“so how do you know your peter” he asks looking back down at me. “he’s my sisters boyfriend” i say as i point at mj and he nods. “you two are very similar” , he jokes making me chuckle lightly. “mj likes to keep it real, i like to believe in fate and stuff like that” i explain and he nods. “those are good things to believe in” i look up at him and smile making him smile back.

ꕥ

when we get to the roof of the school building peters sitting and staring off into the distance, ned and mj walk over to him and hug him. i walk over to them and rub all of their backs comfortingly, they all had a close relationship with may and i know that it hurt all of them now that she was gone.

the more they cried the more i started to get emotional, a few tears fell down my cheeks as i watched all of them grieve together.

when they were done i stood up with them and stepped back, i watched as peter told the other peters to go home. i also watch the other peter explain their losses, both peters had lost their uncle ben but the taller peter had lost his girlfriend because he couldn’t save her in enough time.

i felt my heart break for all peters but mainly the tall peter, he blamed himself for his girlfriends death. as he talked about her tears pooled in his eyes and hood voice grew thick with sadness.

after they all shared their experiences with loss our peter agreed to let them help him cure the others, we walked into the school building from the door and followed peter into the chemistry room.

as the peters went around taking people to cure i sat in the back of the room and watched everything go down. as peter 3, the name i had established, he looked back at me and waved me over and of course i walked over to him.

i sat down next to him and he pulled my stool closer to him making me smile, “watcha doin’ ” i ask curiously look at his beakers and tubes. “working on a cure for a lizard” he explains and i look at him sideways, he laughs at my reaction and i laugh with him.

“long story short, he turned himself into a lizard trying to grow his arm back” he explains and i nod “he wanted to do good, help other people but it got to him and ultimately made him bad, i’ve cured him before so i’m pretty sure i can do it again” he finishes, his confidence in himself makes me smile.

i see his demeanor change as he looks away from me, i follow his eyes send see mj and peter 1 resting their foreheads together. “what was her name” i ask looking at him. “gwen, she was my everything” he explains and i nod.

“im sorry, i lost my person too” i explain and he looks up at me “his name was liam, he was my bestfriend, i loved him more than that though” i continue as i feel tears start to pool in my eyes “one night we were walking home from a party and he was shot right in front of me, i tried to save him but i was too late and i blamed myself everyday for two years until i realized that there was nothing i could do about it which sounds to shitty but it’s true” i finish and i didn’t realize that i was crying until he took my face into his hands and wiped my tears gently with his thumbs.

“thank you” i thank with a wobbly smile and he smiles back, “of course” he whispers as he looks into my eyes. he doesn’t move his hand from where it is until ned speaks “peter” all of their heads pop up and they look at him “yeah” they all say in unison.

“peter peter” ned says making me laugh even more “we’re all called peter” they all say and i laugh, “peter parker” he says and all of the peters shrug “same name again” they ask say and ned drops his head in frustration, “computer” ned yells completely over it and peter 1 walks over to the computer.

“we’re all good”

ꕥ

“you like him don’t you” mj says snapping me out of my trance “what” i ask completely avoiding his question. “don’t play dumb y/n we saw the way you two were looking at each other” she comments and i sigh. “yeah i like him but what good does that do” i shrug my shoulders as i feel myself growing sad “once all of them are cured he’s gonna go back to his universe” i say and she nods.

“uhm guys we have a slight problem” ned says and i look over and see that the portal hasn’t closed. i look over at ned and see the entry on his face “hey ned it’s ok just keep trying ok” i assure and he nods.

i hear a roar and i look up to see connors running for us “run” i yell as i push ned and mj in front of me, as we run for the portal peter 1 walks swings in and kicks the huge lizard distracting him.

ned, mj, and i run onto the scaffolding surrounding the statue of liberty. “ned try and open another portal” i suggest and he nods. he does his little things and another portal opens, a man in a red cap walks through and grabs the box from mj.

“who the fuck is that” i ask mj and he looks over at me with a glare “dr stephen strange” he says before walk past us. “where’s the kid” he asks and we all point at him curing another one of the men. “we’ll i’ll be dammed” he mumbles impressed.

a menacing laugh fills my ears as i look up, a man on a glider is hover over us and looking down at us. “fuck” i mumble remembering him as the green goblin who i remember peter said killed may.

he throws something and peter yells “strange” before everything explodes, i managed to push mj out of the way and before i know it i’m free falling. “y/n” i hear mj scream, a tear falls from my cheek as mj’s features become blurry. i see peter 1 jump to save me, as our hands are about to touch he gets knocked away but the goblins glider.

i feel nothing as i continue free falling, lots of memories come flooding back as i accept my fate, memories of mj and i, memories of ned and peter, memories of liam, and the last memory being peter and i’s moment.

as i close my eyes accepting my fate i feel arms wrap around me, i wrap my arms around who ever is holding me and wait for us to hit the ground. when we do i open my eyes and see peter 3 looking at me with tears in his eyes “are you ok?” he asks and i nod as tears fall from my eyes.

“are you ok” i ask and he nods, a single tear falls down his cheek and i wipe it away. “thank you” i thank and he nods “any time” he says and i smile.

he puts me down and he swings back up to the battle to join the other peters, i look up at him and smile.

“y/n” mj yells running into my arms, i hug her back a tight as i can “i thought i lost you” she cries and i continue to hug her. “you know you can’t get rid of me” i joke making her laugh.

ꕥ

when everyone is cured i stand with mj and ned as peter says his goodbyes to the other peters. i feel tears pool in my eyes as i look at peter 3, realizing that this is the last time i’ll ever see him.

“you alright” mj ask and i shake my head as the tears start to fall “im not ready for him to go” i admit as i look at him and she nods. “ we’ll at least say goodbye to him” ned says and i nod before walking away from them.

i walk over to him and feel more tears fall as i look at him, he also has tears pooling in his eyes “don’t cry beautiful” he whispers and i sniffle “i’m not ready for you to go yet” i admit and tears start to stream down his face. “i know, i’m not ready to leave either especially with out you” he admits and i feel more tears fall from my eyes.

“i hope you find another me in your universe, maybe i can be your mj” i says and he nods. “i’ll look for you i promise” he says pulling me in for a hug, i hug him back as tight as i can.

when we pull apart he leans down tilts my chin up, i meet him the rest of the way until our lips touch. i move one of my hands to his shoulder and the other to the side of his face, both of his hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss. all of our passion, sadness, and hope is poured into the kiss.

when we pull apart he pecks my lips gently a couple of times before pulling away completely, i smile sadly at him as he steps away from me. “bye y/n” he whispers and i swallow a sob down“bye peter” i say as he disappears.

i feel my heart shatter in my chest but this feeling seems to come around a lot, so it’s nothing new.

fade away - mcu!peter parker

pairing: mcu!peter parker x black!reader

summary: you never forgot peter after stranges spell but even after he promised to find you and make you remember, you did what was best for him and let him move on.

warnings: angst upon angst, heartbreak, one-sided love???, lovers to strangers sort of ???, idk what ever this is it needs a trope.

a/n: i have so many ideas for that cafe scene at the end of nwh thats it’s honestly ridiculous. i was also supposed to post this a couple days ago but life absolutely kicked my ass so it got delayed but i hope that y’all enjoy this.

the day the world forgot peter parker…

i didn’t.

i remembered every freckle on his face, his uneven nose, his chestnut hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and that little scar above his eyebrow, i remembered everything even his deepest darkest secret.

i remembered his promise, the last things he told me before he left.

“i’ll come find you and i’ll make you remember, i promise”

the words never left my mind, always on a constant loop no matter what i was doing or who i was with.

i had to continue daily life just like he did, i had to go to work and school so that i could live. no matter how hard it was to continue daily life without peter, i did it because i had to and not only was i protecting myself i was protecting him.

there were many night where i stayed up late staring at his contact in my phone, contemplating on wether i should call him or not and each time i couldn’t find the guts to do it.

everyday i walked into the same shitty café i called work, i fed the same older people who were regulars and the absolute best people ever, they made working in the cafe a lot more bearable.

i was talking to my favorite regular omie, she was an older black lady who came in every morning for a glazed donut, a french vanilla latte, and good conversation. i love talking to her, she always made the best conversations and always kept it real no matter what.

as i was talking to her i heard the bell ring “i’ll be right back with you omie” i say and she waves “don’t worry baby take all the time you need, he’s a cutie by the way” she says and i laugh before shaking my head.

i grab my pad from the counter and walk over to the register. when i look up it feels like all time had stopped, all air from my lungs had disappeared and my body went stiff.

peter was standing right in front of me with a small smile on his face, the same smile he gave me before he swung off into the distance.

“im so sorry uhm what can i get you” i say finally snapping out of my trance “no no you’re fine, can i get a black coffee please” he asks and i nod, writing it down on the pad. “would you like anything else” i ask looking up at him and he shakes his head “no thank you” he says, his smile growing.

“what’s your name” i ask and his smile falters a little and my heart drop to my stomach, “uhm peter” he says quickly and i smile at him “ok one black coffee for peter, that’ll be two dollars” i say and he hands me a five, “uhm you can keep the change” he says and i look at him “are you sure” i ask and he smiles and nods.

“ill have your coffee ready in a minute” i say and he nods. i walk over to the machine and i grab the pot and pour his coffee in a cup, i grab a top and make sure it’s secure before putting a sleeve on it.

i walk up to the counter “black coffee for peter” i say and he smiles before walking up to the counter. “thanks” he beams as he grabs the coffee, “you’re welcome have a good day peter” i say with a smile and he nods before walking out of the cafe.

i watch as he walks down the street and my heart shatters in my chest “there’s a story there” i hear omie’s a familiar voice fill my ears and i look up “between you and that boy there’s a story” she inquires with her chin resting on her head.

“i don’t know what happened or what the story is but what i do know is that boy still loves you and you still love him” she says and i smile as a tear falls down my cheek. “i love him so much but what i’m doing is to protect him” i express and she nods.

“you’re such a good person baby and you’re holding yourself back from love, you sitting here and watching him fade away because you’re protecting him, if anything you’re hurting the both of you” she explains and i sigh “y/n i know your hurting, i can see it and he’s hurt too, it was written all over that boys face y/n, behind that smile he’s hurting too” she explains and the tears just keep coming.

“like i said i don’t know the whole story but he’s lonely in a world full of people and so are you, you need someone and he needs someone too” she continues finishes and i’m wiping all of my tears with dry, scratchy napkins from behind the counter.

“jesus” i mutter as i continue to wipe my tears, thankfully we’re the only ones in the café “that was a lot but i needed to hear it, thank you omie” i thank with a nod.

“of course baby, now i have bingo with the girls but i’ll see you tomorrow at the same time” she says as she gets out of her chair, she grabs my hand and gently squeezes it with a smile before walking out of the café with her walker.

after omie leaves the cafe is very empty, a few people walk by and no one really comes in. the owner tells me to close early so i do, as i’m cleaning up i see a line of police cars speeding down the street and i know that peter isn’t far behind.

i fish down in my pocket and grab my phone, i unlock it and find peters contact. i stare at it for a minute, my figure hovering over the call button. i press it and like i expected it goes straight to voicemail line it did when we were together.

“hey pete, i know you are out their saving the city but if we could meet up and my job tomorrow uhm and talk i’m not working so we won’t be interrupted, if not that’s fine but that’s all uhm good bye”

la vie en rose (peter parker)

Buildings blur past him as he swings above the busy Manhattan streets. The crime activity has been suspiciously low tonight for Peter. 

Not that he was complaining, it was nice to have a minute to breathe.

He picks a tall skyscraper to land on. Once he settles himself on the edge, he takes the brown paper bag out of his worn backpack. A bright pink sticky note stuck to the front catches his eye. Peter can’t help the grin that breaks across his face when he sees it’s a note from her. Her being the most sweet, most caring, most beautiful person he knew.  

Aside from his aunt of course but that was different. 

‘To my Spidey,

Be careful out there! I’m counting the seconds until you’re back to me again.’ 

Yeah it was cheesy, but that was his girl. Inside was a simple ham and cheese sandwich with a package of sour gummy worms and water. He unwrapped the foil and took a bite. Swinging his legs over the ledge, he takes in the view in front of him. The sun was setting, creating a sky full of soft pinks and oranges blended together. He wishes Y/N was here next to him. She always liked to watch the sun set behind the skyline. Making a mental note of the time and building, he promises himself that he’ll swing her up here sometime. He takes out his biology homework and balances the textbook across his legs. By the time he’s finished the contents of his lunch and gotten through most of his assignments, it has gotten a lot darker. Neither his spidey sense or Karen has detected anything happening around him in the past hour. He decides that it’s time to call it a night and swing his way back to Queens. Packing up his things, he throws the straps of his bag over his shoulders and secures the buckle around his chest. Jumping off the building, he webs the next and propels himself through the streets once again. 

He knows he should probably go straight home. May always worries when he stays out this late, but he feels like he needs to go to see her. The time passes by fast and he instantly finds himself perched on her fire escape. The curtains to her room are drawn but he can see the yellow glow of her bedside table shine through. He taps lightly against the glass. Within seconds, the curtains and window are flung open. He barely has time to look at her before she is burying her face in his chest. His arms wrap around her as he slips through into her room without letting her go. She sniffles into the fabric of his suit. His heart aches at the sound. 

Moments pass before he speaks. “Are you alright, love?” He feels dumb as he lets the question fall past his lips. Of course she isn’t alright. Still she mumbles, “I’m fine, just a little stressed out with school and everything. I feel stupid, it’s nothing to cry about. I’m just dramatic. I missed you.” 

He strokes her hair and eases her away from him so he can look at her face. 

“You’re not dramatic, it’s okay to be stressed.” He takes in her red eyes and he’d do anything to make her feel better in that moment. “I missed you too. Thanks for the note.” She doesn’t respond but manages a weak smile at him. Suddenly he has an idea. 

He takes her hand in his and pulls her out of the room, down the hall, and into the living room. 

“What are you doing?” She questions but she lets herself smile at his sudden enthusiasm. 

“You’ll see.” Moving around the room he pushes the sofa against the wall and then the coffee table follows suit. The middle of the room is stripped bare with her still standing in the center. Walking over to the speaker, he connects his phone and scrolls for a minute until finally tapping the screen. The sound of soft music fills the room. She recognizes the opening notes as her favorite song. Louis Armstrong’s cover of La Vie En Rose. Warmth blooms in her chest as Peter walks towards her, extending his hand to her. He wraps his arm around her waist as she rests her cheek against his chest. The sway in time to the jazz instrumental. She can feel the vibrations in his chest as he hums along to the words. Closing her eyes, she sighs and melts into him with a small giggle. Peter holds her closer as his heart lifts when he hears her laughter. They stay pressed together with him whispering words of love and soft kisses into her hair. The only thing Peter knows for sure is that he’s not going to be the first to let go. He would be perfectly content staying right here with this girl in his arms forever. He sings the final lines softly, only for her to hear. 

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La Vie En Rose