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... Somehow, Still Talking About This Captain America Shit (Now With Bonus Spider-Man and Agents of SHIELD)

So now Secret Empire has revealed its Shyamalan Twist and given the readers a Good Guy Steve Rogers as well as Hydra Cap, and the kinds of dickbags who, when this whole bullshit began were dismissing people’s complaints with “oh come on, don’t you know how comics works, it’s all going to be put back at the end, blah blah blah…” are crowing I-Told-You-So’s.

But here’s the thing:

Yeah, fucknuts.  We always knew this.

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Midnight Talks Pt. Three || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by juliechavira

Word Count: 1,322

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Part One     Part Two

He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.” As the two of you walked across the tile floor together, you started contemplating about inviting Peter to your house tonight. Reaching his locker,you built up the confidence to ask, “Do you want to, maybe, come over to my place tonight to study or something?”

The students in the hallway were quite noisy but all you could hear was Peter’s lovely voice. Not in a good way though. He froze. The girl of his dreams was asking him to hang out. Together. His hopes at spending time with you were quickly shut down as he remembered his new ‘night job’.

“I, I would love to but,“he said while scratching his neck,“I have that internship with Mr. Stark tonight-” He stopped when he saw you blush and look at your shoes. You took his pause as a chance to retaliate, “No, I,um, I get it. Priorities right?” You nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he just held the door of his locker. You were slowly backing away, wanting to leave the embarrassing situation.“I’ll see you around, Peter.” You turned around, fleeing to your own locker. Peter stood there at his locker, taking out his books. On the soon closed door, he leaned his head against the cool metal, regretting the mistake he just made.


You threw your backpack on the floor and jumped onto your bed face first. Laying flat on your face, you thought about the terrible day you had. You just cried. Rolling over onto your back you realized that nothing ever went your way. The tears kept streaming down your face before you sighed, not feeling motivated to do anything. You decided to wrap yourself in your blanket and sleep.

It was dark outside when you finally woke up. You went and ate your dinner before deciding to call it quits for the day. You practically crawled back to your room. When you got inside the room, you turned around to quietly shut the door. All of a sudden, a clothed hand covered your mouth which muffled your screams of terror and a hand wrapped around your waist. The person removed their hand from your waist to make you turn around. You then came face-to-face with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, as he saw you no longer struggling against him.

You steadied your breath before speaking sarcastically,“Seriously, man? I thought we were friends.”

Spider-Man looked at the ground ashamed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just, I didn’t want you to scream but, you screamed anyway so it was kind of pointless.” He was fiddling with his fingers. You sighed, “It’s alright, I was just shocked.” The two of you stood there for a minute before he broke the silence.

“I brought you flowers,” he said, pointing to the bundle of flowers that he placed on your bed. You smiled and walked over to get them. “Do you like them?” He asked as he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. You smiled wider as you started messing with one of the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He walked over to you and sat on the floor, leaning on your bed like the first time you met. You put the flowers back on the bed, bent down and sat next to him as he put his head in his hands sighing. “You don’t look so happy. What’s wrong?” You asked him sympathetically.    

“I have a crush on this girl, and she is just so amazing. But, I think I’ve ruined any chance I had with her.” He said with a low, sad voice, “I just don’t know what to do.”

You put your hand on his back to be supportive. “I know the feeling.”

Spider-Man quickly dusted of his sad emotions, “How was school?” He quickly composed himself. “Um,” you scoffed out of pity for yourself, “horrible. I think I ruined my friendship with Peter, had a surprise quiz in my least favorite class,and I didn’t have time to eat lunch because I was too busy avoiding my friends.” You were on the verge of tears again. You looked up, trying to keep the tears from falling. Spider-Man looked slightly shocked. The strong girl that he knew was about to break down.

He moved his body to a comfortable position where he could hug the sad girl. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, for the second time that night, and placed his other hand to cradle your head. Small tears leaked from your eyes, which slowly started to soak his suit. You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, just in each others company.

You  started to pull away, making Spider-Man pull away too but he stayed in front of you sitting on his shins.“I want you to know, that you’re the highlight of my day, Y/N.  You motivate me to go out and keep helping people, everyday. Without you, I’d be lost.” He spoke with such passion and adoration , placing his hands on both of your cheeks.

You were confused. “But, w-we just met. How can I motivate you if-” before you could finish your sentence, he pulled back. The man looked deeply into your eyes before placing his hands under his chin, on the edge of his mask. He took a deep breath before peeling the mask off of his face.He kept his face down, but only for a second.

He looked up into your eyes. Your mouth was opened slightly, from shock. “Oh God,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You glanced down at the mask in his hands before looking back up at him. “Peter, what- why- I, how the hell are you Spider-Man?” You asked still in shock.

“It’s a long story. But, everything I just said, I meant every word. You mean so much to me and, things would suck if you weren’t in my life.” Peter said, dropping the mask to put his hands back onto your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see that he meant it all.

“That’s why you said you couldn’t come over.”You chuckled. “I told Spider-Man, that, that I have a crush on you. I literally told you, oh wow. That’s kind of embarrassing.” Saying this made Peter laugh lightly. You enclosed your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You felt his breath fan out over your skin. He leaned in closer, closing his eyes and tilting his head before crashing his lips down on to yours. His lips were soft, and the kiss was passionate.

The two of you pulled away to take a breath of air. “Wow,” he said, eyes slightly wide which made you laugh.

“Do you want to go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a wide grin. “I would love to Spider-Man.” You replied with a smile mirroring his.


The next day at school, you found Peter, standing alone at your locker on his phone. You smiled with a blush, remembering last night. “Hey.” You said approaching him.

He looked up from his phone to see you, putting the device in his pocket, “Hello gorgeous.” He greeted you as he pulled your hips towards him so he can place his lips on yours once again. He didn’t care that there were people everywhere, he just really wanted to kiss you.

Down the hall, Michelle and Ned stood dumbstruck. “I knew it,” the two teens exclaimed in unison as they saw their friends passionately kissing. Ned pulled out his phone and opened his camera. “What are you doing?” Michelle asked. Ned smirked, “Taking a picture to show their kids.”

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Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight angst

Words count: 2244

(A/N): Hello! This piece here is my very first bit of fanfiction written in english and published here, on tumblr, so… I’m nervous. But I hope someone will like it. It’s reader insert, sort of, but in 3rd person, written in the middle of the night and finished the next day, becouse I just had to get it all out in some way and this idea just seemed perfect. I may write another part, maybe even a small series, who knows? For any mistakes I sincerely apologize, English’s not my native language, but I tried my best - let me know, if you have any tips to how I can improve more. For now - enjoy!

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That was it. She had enough. Busting through doors leading on the roof, (y/n) could barely see, her vision blurry from tears. They threatened to fall for the whole day, but she had to make it through, she had to sit in the class with clenched teeth and trembling hands, feeling like her chest was about to burst. It was terrible, at least, and when she finally made it to her building, she went straight for the roof. To her little hiding spot.

Wind blew in her face the moment she closed the door behind her, whipping long curls in her face, but she ignored it. Blinking away the tears, with few long strides (y/n) reached the edge of the roof and climbed on it, sitting cross-legged on hard concrete. A small fear of falling squeezed her chest, but it was nothing compared to feelings crushing her insides. Pain. Loss. Sorrow. Longing. She was pushing them to the back of her mind so long, that when they finally busted free, she couldn’t handle it.

Shaky, broken sob left (y/n) lips, as her body trembled with so much sadness and longing everyone would fall from. She bit at her lower lip in attempt to silence herself a little but it was futile. Hugging herself tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen to wind and never ending sounds of New York. Only then (y/n) was finally able to hear something rustling beside her, like feet on the floor.

For a second breath cached in her throat, but before she could lift her eyes, she heard a curious voice.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?”

Startled, she did jump a little in her spot, clawing with fingers at her heart and whipping head to the source of soft voice, only to freeze at the sight of one and only Spider-Man himself. In his blue and red costume, tall and lean, and totally unexpected.

“Hi” he greeted, crouched beside her, in reasonable distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he sounded sheepish, a little shy even.

(Y/n) couldn’t really answer, still trying to catch her breath. And, to be honest, didn’t believe she was really seeing him.

“Mind if I sit here? No? Great!” Spider-Man sat a little bit closer, like in arms reach, and looked at (y/n), slightly inclining his head. “Oh, by the way, I’m Spider-Man” he said, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, I figured…” she sounded so hoarse, she had to couch a little to clear her throat and be able to continue. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off… fighting crime or this sort of thing?” (Y/n) rambled, voice still a little trembling, but this at least for a second took her mind somewhere else.

“City’s fine at the moment, I don’t see any crime over here, do you?” he asked, half jokingly, looking around as if searching, but before she could answer, Spidey continued. “And when I saw you, I thought ‘Hey, such a beautiful girl sitting alone on the edge of a building? Something’s not right!’ So I figured it’s important and here I’m! Your boyfriend’s not coming, right?” He added the last part as a joke, way to make her relax, but it couldn’t work. She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s definitely not” she said with venom, frown upon her face. “And I hope he won’t. Ever.”

Spider-Man was now looking at her with what seemed like new intensity and emotion, but she couldn’t really tell with the suit and all. And she really didn’t want to look at him now, feeling new tears rising in her eyes, so instead settled on the beautiful view of New York. Always moving, always full of voices and life, it seemed unaffected by the sorrow of one fragile girl, making her feel this much more insignificant, but – surprisingly – also soothed her a little. Like nothing could reach (y/n) here, even the cruel world beneath.  

“You want me to web him to the wall or something?” the superhero offered, drawing a little laugh from her.

(Y/n) sniffed lightly, pulling few strands of hair behind her ear and simultaneously wiping away the already dried off trails of tears. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and didn’t really know what caused it – the presence of Spider-Man, his words or the way he seemed to look at here. Even with the mask on, he was impressingly expressive.

Remembering his question, she shook her head a little.

“No, thanks, it could harm your reputation” (y/n) answered, sending him a small smile, which seemed to immediately brighten his mood.

“Don’t worry about it, I would make sure everyone would know that he hurt a wonderful girl and deserved a lesson” he assured her, making a deliberate gesture with his glowed hand and successfully drawing another smile from her. But this one was a lot sadder than the previous one and he was instantly alarmed. “Hey, why the sad face? Sorry, if I said anything impropriate…”

Again (y/n) only shook her head, this one little smile also turning somehow bitter.

“Maybe I deserved that” she said, her voice so quiet that if not for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t even hear it.”Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe I was too much or, or…”

Her voice started quivering again, her petite frame trembling. Tears began to shine in (e/c) eyes and threatened to spill any moment, but before she could utter another word, Peter sprung from his place.

“Hey, shush, stop it” he urged, gently grabbing (y/n) chin and turning to him. He felt his heart falter for a moment at the sight of this beautiful, shining eyes and flushed face. “Why would you think that?” the question fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

(Y/n) shrugged only, not saying a word. She seemed like she tried really hard to stay strong, to not let her tears fall and calm down, but when he decided to softly stroked her jaw, it suddenly snapped, letting all the emotion, hurt and shattered bits of her heart pour free into broken words.

“I don’t know, I-I r-really don’t…” she whined, shuddering violently. “And y-you know what’s the w-worst? It was so-o good, a-at the beginnig, l-like we were perf-fect together. But then…” (y/n) shook her head once more. She bit at lower lip, trying to calm herself just a little, and hugged her knees to her chest. Peter inched closer while she talked, sitting with his back to the city and bringing his other hand to rest on hers. “I don’t know what happened, it all fell apart… He broke up, saying he don’t love me anymore” at that, bitter, humorless laugh broke from her lips, “and now I have to see him everyday in class, all happy with his friends, when I… It’s been months, you know, months since that day, I should be fine at his point, like him. Everyone think I am, but… but I’m not. I didn’t really have anyone else, my friends moved away a year ago. I’m alone and I miss…” She shuddered and lowered her head, falling completely silent, like she couldn’t finish this thought.

“Him?” he suggested, though a strange felling was telling him it wasn’t the case. And the sudden jerk of her head confirmed that.

“No, not him” (y/n) answered, nipping with fingers at the edge of her black sweater. She buried her face in her arms, looking at the horizon. “I miss… being in relationship, I guess” she added, (e/c) eyes turning to look at him with such sadness and longing shinning in them as brightly as stars on the clear, night sky, he felt breath catching in his throat. “The feeling, you know? That I’m important for someone, the confidence that I have someone out there, the hugs, kisses, dates… I miss it…”

The truth was – she was starved for affection. For physical contact, for the deep, meaningful connection with someone, for love – both giving and receiving. For another being as in love with her as she in them. She craved that more than anything and it was eating her up, gnawing at her mind, clawing at her heart, to the point where she could only break down and cry, only in tears finding a little release. It was exhausting. But so was her everyday from the one where it all began to crumble.

All the while Peter was looking at (y/n) as if he has seen her for the first time and simultaneously known her more than any other girl ever. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the same school. He remembered now how in few days she seemed to suddenly disappear, going from constantly being in a circle of boys with her boyfriend to sitting alone in the back of the class or trying to merge into the wall, so no one would see her.  But Peter saw her. She was smart, very intelligent – easily one of the best students among him and others – really pretty and quite… different. Her alternative look wasn’t helping her, she stood out from the crowd, wasn’t really socializing, as if she didn’t care about it, and seemed really tough. But now – now he saw how fragile, delicate and sensitive she was under that exterior – and it awakened a feeling in his heart he wasn’t expecting.

Standing from his position, he jumped down from the ledge onto the hard concrete of the roof and tapped lightly on her shoulder. When she looked at him quizzically, Peter scratched his neck a little nervously.

“I thought… I could happily hug you, you know? But first you need to get down from there, I’m not risking you falling” he said, trying to sound stern at the end, but obviously failing as she smiled lightly, pink blooming on her cheeks.

“You would catch me, wouldn’t you?” (y/n) said, jumping from the ledge to stand beside him.

“Well, yeah, of course, but I would gladly avoid it altogether” Peter replied lightly and spread his arms to (y/n).”C’here.”

She made one small step before stopping and looking at him strangely, as if she tried to mask her shyness.

“Do I have your word you won’t kidnap me or something?”

“Whaaaat?” He looked at her with disbelief, but quickly caught on the joke and feigned hurt, making theatrical gesture of putting hand over his heart. ”How could you think so low about me? I’m a superhero! Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man no less! Or am I not?” he waggled his eyebrows, fairly sure it won’t show through the mask, but it seemed that it brightened (y/n) mood either way, as she smiled and took one last step towards him.

“Okey” she replied softly, almost in sing-song voice, and finally pressed her body to him tightly, hugging him like her life depended on it. (Y/n) intertwined her arms behind his back as she buried her face in Peters chest. At that moment he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Small, content sigh left his lips, as he returned the hug, pulling her even closer. Encircling her shoulders with his arms, Peter started to draw soothing circles on her lover back and gently stroked her long curls, resting his chin on (y/n)’s head. It felt good. Right. Like it was exactly the place he should’ve been in, pressed against her, caressing her delicate frame, holding close to his chest. And when quiet, almost happy sigh left her lips, his heart stopped for a second.

“Better?” he asked after awhile, his voice barely above whisper. (Y/n) nodded, her face still on his chest, arms a little tighter around his waist. Peter smiled behind his mask, but then – oh, of course in that moment – police sirens suddenly cut through air, caching their attention. He almost cursed.

(Y/n) sighed a little heavier this time, as she loosened her arms and brought back her head.

“It’s time for you, isn’t it?” she guessed, looking up at him.

“Yeah, duty calls” he confirmed, though he didn’t want to withdraw his hands just jet, lowering them to her hands.

“Superheroe’s life, right?” she joked, small sad undertone in it, but except that, she seemed in much better mood and there wasn’t even a trace of tears in her eyes like before. Peter knew he couldn’t leave it just like that.

“Yeah, but you know what? I’ll happily cuddle with you anytime you want, really, it’ll be my pleasure” he said quickly, at the same time jumping on the ledge and looking at her one last time before he had to go.

“Okey” she replied happily, wrapping her arms around herself. “Tomorrow, maybe? If you want, of course, it could be next week too or…”

“Tomorrow” he interrupted before she could back away from the idea entirely. “See you very soon, beautiful!” he shouted as he jumped from the edge and quickly shoot web to the other building, almost effortlessly swinging between them. He turned his head just once to see the awe clear on her face as she watched him go, and then he wanted to facepalm himself for his stupidity. Of course he didn’t ask for her name. And what she will think about him now?

“Congrats, Peter, you are clearly a genius.”

Sighing heavily, he swinged one last time and landed smoothly at the actual crime scene. He would ask tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow sounded great.  

Day One

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,116

A/N: Well, I was inspired. Get ready for a new series. I don’t know how long it will be, but this should be fun. I love feedback, and as always, enjoy.


It was finally Homecoming Week at school and you were actually excited for it. You had already talked to your friends, Ned, Michelle and Peter, about dressing up for the different days. You had become close friends with those three throughout your freshman year, and you were thankful for that. You were especially thankful for Peter because he was probably your closest friend out of the three because you both lived in the same apartment complex. You always planned movie nights at each other’s places every Friday evening when there wasn’t a big exam the following Monday. You both probably had way too many inside jokes that annoyed Ned and Michelle when you both would laugh at what it would be to seem nothing. Everyone thought that you and him would be a great couple, but you always denied it because Peter was infatuated with Liz Allan, who was a senior, the smartest girl in school and the prettiest, even if you did have a slight crush on your best friend.

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Inhale, Exhale

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

(ANONYMOUS) REQUEST PROMPT: Watching films with a sleepy Peter.

WRITTEN BY: @spiderlingy / Krystal W.

WARNINGS: Intense fluff.

WORD COUNT: 700+ 

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR CLAIM THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN. REBLOGS ARE ALLOWED. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPENED.

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     It was on a rainy Saturday night where you and Peter were cuddled against each other on his comfortable bed under the warm blankets, watching the usual old films in his small yet cozy dark room. 

     Your eyelashes fluttered against your own cheeks, your ears distinguishing the steady rhythm of the rain pattering against the window panes and the soft muffled voices emitting from the film. Your eyes lazily trailed from the film to the glowing streaks of water on the window glass. Peter ran his hand gently through your hair, the thick strands slipping through his fingers like silk. You tilted your head up to admire his facial features, your eyes momentarily getting deeply lost in his, with the light from the television shining on his handsome face.

     “What?” Peter inquired with a sleepy grin, his drowsy lids fluttering like the majestic wings of a butterfly.

     “Nothing, I’m just really glad to have you, Peter Parker.” You sighed in content, gazing at him longingly. 

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Stay Close | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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You had always been a light sleeper, the slightest movement or sound would have you opening your eyes to see what it was. Tonight was no different. The soft sound of something falling onto the metal of your fire escape shook you out of slumber.

You slowly opened your eyes, half-dazed from the interrupted sleep and briefly see the darkness of your room before a red figure moves in from your window. Your eyes focus and you see your best friend, Peter Parker, Midtown’s resident nerd, and also your friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

He had taken off his mask and in the dim lighting you could only faintly see the outlines of his face. You sent him a soft smile as he turned to check if you were awake, you always were. “Hey,” you said softly, not wanting to wake your family nor disturb the silence in your room. “Hey.” 

He was moving slower than usual. Maybe he had a bad day, or a bad week. You frowned at the thought. He pressed into the spider on his chest and his suit slowly fell off of him, leaving him in his boxers. You turned away despite knowing you could not see in the dark anyway.

He stood for a while, waiting for a sign to tell him what to do. He had no clue why his tired body brought him to your place instead of his. You, still somewhat half-asleep, reached out to him. Grabbing onto his bruised hand, you softly tugged him to you. You moved to the side as he slowly got in bed with you.

You were both uncharacteristically quiet. The pair who always talked about anything and everything under the sun now laid in silence and it was a difference you both could get used to. You could feel your eyes slowly start to close as sleep called you once again. Peter turned to you and smiled as he saw your sleepy face.

You were halfway to saying how unfair it was that he could see you but you could not really see him but it was not worth breaking the peaceful forcefield you had crafted around you both. “Sleep,” he whispered as he ran a hand from your cheek to your hair. He could definitely get used to this. You leaned into his touch and moved even closer to him.

“Stay close,” you whispered, it was almost inaudible but you knew he heard you. He smiled once again and pulled you even closer. “Always.“

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just a quick lil imagine for you guys because i was craving some cuddly peter :)