but i guess he ran out of web

Words | Peter Parker

Summary: The reader cannot figure out for the life of them, what is keeping Peter Parker so busy during the day. His excuse: The Stark Internship…

Warning: Idk…language. It is also really short so sorry.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested by: @signethatsmelol


Originally posted by vekkerur

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Title: A Golden Girl (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summray: The reader and peter are forced to join in on a highly dangerous mission immediately following the homecoming dance, and their first date? No, they were just best friends. Tony Stark said that line all the time. 

Word Count: 1731

A/N: I love this, very much. I have been working on it ALL WEEK for you guys, trying to make it as good as it can be. And then I had a freakout with all of the D23 news BUT IT’S FINE I AM FINE. Okay…enjoy!

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The Four Times Spider-Man Wore His Mask, and the One Time He Didn’t // Part 2/4

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

Summary: After a chance encounter, you start to see the fabled “Spider-Man” everywhere.

A/N: Part twooooo. I hope you lot enjoy, let me know if you are and the next parts (which honestly do get better) will be up soon.

Warnings: Light swearing. Honestly just full of fluff. Spider-Man x Reader.

It was hard not to think about the Spider-Man after that. And yes, that was his “official” name, according to the weird side of the internet where people spent day in and day out analyzing the kid’s every move, trying to figure out who he was.

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fanamc  asked:

Hello!!! Well as soon as I read the Sheith-Spiderman Homecoming Au, I just couldn't get this out of my head: how did Keith respond to the confession of Shiro?? And again I'm going to say I really love you and your art ❤️❤️

[Sheith Spider-Man Homecoming AU] Part 02 (1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Keith didn’t plan on Shiro finding out he was the webslinger. In fact, he didn’t want anyone else to find out because someone knowing close to you always ended up being bait. Keith read too many comics to know how this shit went down, and he wanted to prevent that.

And yet, here he was telling his best friend about how he got his superpowers.

“From a radioactive spider?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Are you shitting me?”

“I wish I was,” Keith sighed, hugging his legs tighter for comfort.

Shiro just looked at him with such amusement. He took the webshooters that was lying on the table and took his chance to check it out. “Artificial webbing, huh? Did you use salicylic acid for your web fluid or something?”

“Yeah,” Keith nodded. “Among other things. That’s my version 3 already actually. Wanted to make it last for 2 hours—”

Shiro looked up and smirked. “—And evaporates into thin air. You don’t have to worry about disposal. Pretty smart. Then again,” he tilted his head. “You’re Keith.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You don’t have natural webbing so you created your own. Aren’t you taking this whole spider theme way too far?” Shiro chuckled. “You’re such a nerd.”

“Oh, c’mon, man! You love me that way anyway.” Keith threw his hands in the air exasperatedly. 

The way the whole room just turned silent that Keith could hear a fly roaming around his room. Damn enhanced senses. He heard Shiro gulped, so he looked at him. The older one just stared at him, face looking so pale.

“About that…,” Keith continued. He knew he was treading dangerous waters here, but they were going to have this discussion sooner or later.

“Forget about it.” Shiro cut him off, preparing to leave. “Just—”

Keith instantly used his webshooter to stick Shiro’s hand on his bed pole. The shock on his best friend’s face was absolutely priceless. “You stay right there.”

“O-okay,” Shiro choked out. He looked at his webbed hand then back again at Keith. “Guess, I’m sticking around.” Shiro just had horrible timing for his jokes.

Keith couldn’t help but roll his eyes and smile so wide. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, I am,” Shiro deflated, shoulders sagging down.

“But I kinda love you that way, so,” Keith slowly looked at Shiro to see his reaction. He tried to stop himself from smiling (again) when he saw the second it finally clicked in Shiro’s head.

“Oh my god,” Shiro said breathlessly, sitting down on the bed to compose himself. He ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. Then he quickly turned his head up again to meet Keith’s eyes. “Dude, this means we can’t do a sleepover tonight!”

“What?” Keith asked, taken aback. “Yes, we can—”

“No, Keith. We have romantic feelings for each other now, so…” He threw his free hand up in the air for emphasis. “We can’t just stay in one bed. This changes everything between us.”

“Shiro, shut up,” Keith stood up and grabbed a pair of scissors. “You harbored these feelings for me and yet we still had our sleepovers. Likewise with me. We just didn’t acknowledged them.” He approached the bed and worked on to get Shiro’s hand off his webbing. “Plus, dude, honestly, I’m so sleepy at the moment. I doubt you’d do anything funny to me and—.”

Keith could feel it, he could feel Shiro’s face really close to him and for some reason it was making him nervous. 

“Do you lay eggs?” Shiro whispered.

“What?!” Keith turned to him and laughed. “No. Dude, no. What the hell?”

“Can we start with holding hands?” Shiro asked, completely unrelated to what they were just talking about.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay with that,” Keith’s heart started to pound wildly as he finished taking the web off. He stepped aside and cleared his throat. “You’re good now. You should probably changed to your pyjamas. We have an early practice for our academic decathlon and—”

“Keith, I love you.”

He looked up and Shiro was smiling at him. He wasn’t sure if it was too late to turn back now. “Oh god, you’re gonna keep saying that, aren’t you?”

“Pretty much,” Shiro chuckled.

Kids Being Kids (Peter Parker)

“He also told me to aim for your legs.” Peter laughed. “See, most dumbasses aim for the shield.” You commented. “That thing is made out of Vibranium! What do they think a bullet will do?” Peter asked. “Dunno, guess you are more than just a pretty face.” You told him. “I would say the same, but we all know you’re capable of kicking my ass, so…” He said and you laughed.

Steve managed to get out of the webbing but didn’t attack you or Peter. He just stared at the two of you, realizing that you were just 16 and the kid must be around your age. Instead, he slipped away as you talked to Peter, thinking it was a good time to get to the quinjet. “Where do you think you’re going?” Peter asked, swinging towards him and you ran. Peter got there before you and once again, wrapped Steve with his webs. “C'mon Steve, you’re making us seem like the bad guys.” You told him.

“You’re too young to understand, but what I’m doing isn’t wrong.” He told you, trying to get out the webs. “You’re going to run out of the webbing soon.” You told Peter. “Your dad gave me back ups, see.” Peter told you, extending his arm and pointing at his belt. “You’re just kids. Go home.” Steve tried to warn you. “And you’re just an old man.” You told him. “Holy cow!” Peter shouted. “I apologize for her obscure behavior.” Peter told Steve. “We met yesterday and I already want to shoot you.” You told Peter.

“Well, you can’t.” Peter said, crossing his arms. “Why not?” You asked. “Cause I’ll tell your dad.” He said. “Oh no, don’t do that! I’m shaking!” You said sarcastically. “Something tells me you’re lying.” He told you and you smiled. “C'mon Spider-Boy. We’ve got some criminals to catch.” You told him and ran to help Natasha with Scott. “It’s Spider-Man!” Peter shouted, running after you. “I don’t care.” You laughed.

This Means War.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Language

A/N: This just kinda came to me?? And I fell in love with it?? Hope y’all enjoy! :) Masterlist

“South corridor is clear.” You spoke into the comm device that was attached to your uniform, as you pulled back random stands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail, making your way towards the West hall of the empty three story hospital.

East side is clear.” Sam Wilson’s voice spoke, coming through your earpiece.

You kept your gun held up to your chest, hearing footsteps behind you, you turned around, seeing nothing but slivers of light among the darkness for as long as the hallway went. You turned back around, continuing with your assignment. You checked the first door you came to, placing a hand onto the knob, throwing the door open, you stepped in quickly checking the room.

It all happened in a flash, your gun being thrown from your hands as you were pushed to the ground. The person taking you by surprise as you attempted to get the upper hand, wrapping your legs around the calves of your captor, bringing them to the ground. You maneuvered yourself up, placing your legs on both sides of their body, trying to keep them still. The person had an easy advantage, as they used their muscles to switch you around, throwing you onto the ground as your hands went to their throat.

“Same team doll.” The voice hoarsely croaked, moving away from you.

“Really Barnes?” you seethed as he held a hand out to help you up. “What happened to you using your comm to tell us where you are?”

He stood there looking blankly at you. “I couldn’t figure it out…” he mumbled.

You let out a small laugh “You should have asked for help.”

“Well you were… busy.”

“Alright, how about you just stay with me and we clear this floor.” You told him as you picked your gun up.

Bucky nodded his head, picking his gun up off the ground, following in your footsteps. You motioned with your hand, telling him to take the left side while you would take the right side.

You entered the room, making your sweep before heading back into the hall.

“You know, if and when they find us, now they have two hostages instead of one.” You spoke as you met back up in the hallway.

“Who said anything about us being hostages?”

“I’m just saying.” You said before entering into the next room.

You cleared the space, making your way back out into the hall.

“Did you find anything on the Northside?” you whispered.


“Where in the hell are they? Maybe our intel is off…” you thought aloud.

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