hey spidey

Always Love You

Peter Parker x reader

Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise

Warnings- language like usual, angst

A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!


You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.

But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.

To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.

It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.

A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.

“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”

“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.

You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!

“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.

Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.

“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.

You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.

“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.

“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”

You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.

His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.

You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.

And the moment was gone.

“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”

And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.

During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.

Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”

“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.

“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”

“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.

You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.

Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.

It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.

You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.

You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?

“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.

She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.

He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.

It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.

You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.

When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.

The side door slid open.

“What the hell…?” you mumbled,  standing up straight.

As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.

You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.

The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.

He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.

You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.

“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”

“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”

You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.

“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.

“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.

There was yelling and a lot of  gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.

You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.

Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”

When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.

“What…what happened?” you breathed.

“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice,  it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?

You could hear him calling your name.


Or, was it Spiderman.

You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.



He felt sick.

He felt tired.

He felt like he had died.

But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.

He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.

He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.

He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.

But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.

He did this too you, and it was killing him.

The door opened,  and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.

Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.

“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“What? I thought you said-”

“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”

The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.

“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.

For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.

He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?

He took your limp hand in his.

He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.

Finally tell you he loved you.

But for now, this was as close as he could get.

He would just have to wait and hope.


What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!

I’m pretty sure I’m too old now to be attracted to Peter Parker but being attracted to Tom isn’t weird cause he’s like two years older than me. Ya win some ya lose some I guess??

Only Us (Part Five)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1917

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 

“Get the fuck out!” My Dad yelled as a glass shattered on the wall. I flinched in my room hating the sound. I swallowed turning my stereo up as I sat on the floor my homework expanding around me.

“Shut up!” My mother shouted back over the stereo.

“You slept with him didn’t you?” My father yelled as I glared at the door as sound escaped from it. School today had been a drag and I had worked for 5 hours after school and was almost done with my homework. I glanced at the clock. 8:21. And my parents were fighting—again. It was a daily thing for them.

“So what if I did?” My mother yelled. The carried on for a moment before silence I realized that they were probably on the floor. I shook my head my eyes squeezed shut. I looked up pushing my books off my lap walking toward my window to go to the roof. I stopped suddenly looking at the my window that was webbed…again. Sorry. Roof? It read. I rolled my eyes a smile on my face throwing the window up running up the stairs.

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Almost Not Really [Spideypool fic]

ssree said: Spideypool: Peter gets a Deadpool hoodie. And it’s the awesomest, comfiest hoodie ever, and he isn’t giving it up no matter what people say about Deadpool. 

prompts are open again! 

“Woah! Dude!” Harry stopped in front of him, eyes wide and alarmed, staring at Peter like he wasn’t wearing pants.

Peter looked down. He was wearing pants. Awesome. “What?”

“The sweater.”

This morning his limited edition Deadpool hoodie had arrived in the mail. Limited edition for several reasons most of which involved Deadpool being somewhat of a criminal and not entirely popular with the majority of citizens or other heros. Peter, however, thought this was the comfiest damn sweater he’d ever worn in his life. It was quality fabric, Wade had definitely found the right people to sell his design - which looked amazing. It was the perfect shade of red, the Deadpool logo was part of the shirt instead of this stuck on crap that would eventually peel off, and there were thumb holes.

“It is. The. Best. Hoodie.”

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I like you

Bucky x reader

Summary:You like Bucky but he acts like he didn’t like you at all but the truth is he really likes you.
Warnings: angst, fluff in the end
Words count:1700

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Hey Buck.” I jumped on the sofa next to Bucky. Yes, Bucky Barnes. Since he moved into the tower I had a crush on him, and now I just try to get closer to him. Unfortunately, he seems like he doesn’t like me, not just like the ‘you’re not my type’ but in general. Every time I try to be with him, he walks away, or when I’m trying to talk with him he just answers with a word answers.

“Hey (Y/N)” He moved a little bit farther, again. Natasha always told me that he is actually likes me, but he is very shy and he needs some time, and to get used to the whole thing, so I didn’t give up. But I think I can’t to this much longer. Theres no changes in the past few weeks.

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anonymous asked:

if you take requests, could you write one with spideypool and everyone just assumes they are a couple and they finally realize they've been dating for years without noticing

(…sneaky. but sure whatever)

Peter started tapping his foot as he scanned the room for the millionth time in the last hour. To be honest, he doubted Wade would show, but he was really hoping he would, since it had been Peter who’d asked him.

“Who ya lookin’ for?” Tony asked, coming up behind him and taking a sip of his suspiciously minty-smelling drink.

Peter shrugged. “Wade. I invited him.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Your plus-one is Wade?”

“Well, yeah. I like him.”

Tony squinted at him. “Like him how?”

Peter sighed a little bit, because he had already heard a form of that question three times tonight. “Like a friend, Tony. A friend who I wanted to invite to a Christmas party, which isn’t a crime.”

“It is if he blows something up.” Tony mumbled into his drink, earning a flick from Peter. 

“He won’t break anything.” Peter said, sounding more confident than he felt. He looked down at his watch. It was getting kind of late. Even if the party technically lasted til midnight, he doubted Wade was actually going to show up. He frowned, suddenly feeling disappointed.

Tony could sense it, too. “He isn’t going to show up, is he?”

Peter sighed. “Probably not. I just wish he didn’t-”

Suddenly, he was cut off by a rather loud crash across the room, followed by a familiar voice shouting off a string of curses.

He and Tony looked at each other for a moment before Tony just sighed and downed the rest of his drink. “I’m gonna play a new drinking game. Every time he speaks, I throw my drink at his head.”

“You will not.” Peter ordered, trying to be stern and failing. He left Tony and made his way across the room until he came to the circle of people surrounding the spectacle. Right in the middle, casually sitting in what used to be a piano, was Wade, with a Santa hat stuck on his head over his mask.

“Hey, Spidey!” he beamed, jumping up and crushing Peter in a hug, ignoring the wood chips stuck to him. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas!”

Peter grinned and hugged him back. “Merry Christmas.”

Natasha tapped Peter on the shoulder. “You invited Deadpool?”

Peter nodded, realizing he was going to have to answer this question at least ten times. “Yes, I did. And I’m not nearly drunk enough to deal with you people yet,” he added when Natasha tried to speak again, “so hold that thought.”

Wade bit his shoulder until Peter flicked him. “I can go find booze.”

“Go find all of the booze.” Peter ordered. Wade smacked a kiss onto Peter’s forehead, stuck his Santa hat onto Peter’s head, then walked off.

Peter watched him for a moment before he turned back around to the other Avengers who had been watching Wade, and he was pleasantly surprised to find most of them had lost interest.

Natasha, however, had a deadly look in her eye. A look that said you’re hiding things, and I don’t appreciate it. “How long have you been dating him?”

Peter blinked at her. “I’m not?”

“Fine, then how long have you been fucking him?”

Peter’s eyes widened and he shook his head a little too fast. “I’m not doing that either!”

“Then what the fuck are you doing with him?” Natasha demanded.

“Being friends?” Peter tried, but now for some reason he wasn’t sure.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him. “How often do you see him?”

Peter hesitated. “Every day.” he answered, slowly.

“Do you go and do things together, just the two of you?”

“Sometimes. Most of the time we just stay in.”

“’We’. As in, you’re with him almost every night?” Natasha asked, sounding vaguely like Sherlock Holmes.

“Get to your point, Natasha.” Peter said.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re dating, you idiot.”

“Who’s dating?” Wade asked, suddenly returning and holding four bottles of differing alcohols. 

“You and Peter.” Natasha answered, then took a bottle for herself.

Wade frowned. “Since when?”

“Since whenever you two starting spending all of your time together and you started showing PDA.”

“We don’t do PDA!” Peter protested, then remembered that two minutes ago that’s exactly what Wade had done. “Oh my god, we do.”

Wade looked up at the ceiling in thought. “We are kinda dating, aren’t we? Petey!” he exclaimed, slapping Peter in the chest, “We could have been fucking this whole time!”

There was a moment of silence Then Natasha broke it by opening her bottle and taking a long drink. She wordlessly handed it to Peter, who took an even longer one. “How did I not notice this?” Peter demanded, as if Nat or Wade would know.

“To be fair, you didn’t notice when I put my Xbox in your apartment either.” Wade pointed out.

Peter frowned and took another drink. “Fuck Christmas parties.” he mumbled, earning a smirk from Natasha.

“At least you get an easy-to-remember anniversary.” she pointed out, stealing her bottle back and walking away.

Peter turned and fully faced Wade. “Are we dating?”

Wade scratched the back of his neck. “Unfortunately for you…yeah, pretty much. Just less making out.”

Peter groaned. “I’m an idiot. I’m dating Deadpool and I didn’t even notice.”

Wade shrugged. “Could be worse.”


“Dunno. But it probably could be.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Helpful. Does this mean we have to go on actual dates now? What do we even do?”

Wade paused and thought about it, then seemed to get an idea. “Come with me!” he said, grabbing Peter’s hand and dragging him along. They went through a couple of rooms, and soon they were completely alone. Wade looked around in the fourth room they’d been in and seemed to find what he was looking for. “There!” he finished, putting Peter in the doorway.

“‘There’, what?”

“Look up.”

Peter did, and nearly smacked Wade. “Mistletoe? Really?”

“C’mon, Petey. Just once. Please?”

Peter sighed. “Mask off.”

Wade grinned and pushed it back up to his nose. “You sure?”

“Nope.” Peter said, then kissed him anyway, and it lasted much longer than either of them expected. Wade tasted like candy canes. In the end, they were both breathless. 

“Petey. Let’s be boyfriends. That was awesome.”

Peter just rolled his eyes. “Fuck it. Let’s be boyfriends.” he said, then kissed him again, softer. “But you’re gonna have to teach me some observation skills.”

Shadow - Part 1

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 3094

Summary: You weren’t exactly a cat burglar, you only ever took one thing from the places you went, and you always took something in significant, just as a souvenir. That was until you ran into Spider-Man

Warning: There is quite a bit of dirty flirting in this, so if that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read.

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In The Heat Of The Moment

Summary: Spiderman meets another vigilant in an inconvenient way and they team up, not knowing they’d get a lot closer than just teammates.

Warnings: a kiss, bullying? (Flash you bitch)

A/N: ok so… To keep things right, reader is not stupid ok? It’s not like, she doesn’t know Peter is Spidey bc she’s dumb, she’s just in love, and like, you can focus in only one person when this happens so…

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Originally posted by spiderholland

Originally posted by mzhyde48

    It didn’t take long for monday to come around. I no longer need the bandage around my fist, my dad healed it with his power. I am taking a few books out of the locker when Peter shows up by my side. He hit the back of his head in the lockers and groans.

“What’s up, Peter?” I ask concerned.

“Flash… Again…”

“Do you want me to teach him a lesson? It’s not like I haven’t done it before, so…” I ask closing my locker. He shakes his head ‘no’ as he pouts.

“Could you kiss it better?” He asks showing me a forming bruise under his eye.

    I give him a sided smile before reaching my tiptoes to press a gentle kiss where it hurt. I wish I had my father’s power so I could heal him. But all I could do is this, give him a simple kiss.


“Much better… Wanna walk to class together?”


    He offers me his arm and I gladly take it. Peter and I didn’t have much classes together, and right now wasn’t one of that, but our classrooms were next to each other.

    As we walked through the halls I noticed how silent he was, and how he was playing with the fingers of his other hand. I started to wonder if Flash’s encounter was the only thing that made him upset.

“Hey, you okay, Peter?”

“Y-Yeah! I’m fine!” He says in a high-pitched voice.

    I stop walking and make him look at me. His eyes are a little lost and he look nervous. He is so precious. If I could take away all his worries and troubles just to see him happy, I would. I wonder if that’s how people feel when they’re falling.

“I-Uhm… I-I was scared you might’ve regretted saturday…”

“I don’t” I cut him off before he starts rambling “I don’t regret anything that happened saturday… It was… Perfect” He smiles.

   I pull his face closer by the neck. I intended to give him a simple peck on the lips, but when I was about to pull away, he didn’t let me do it. He pulls me closer by the waist and press his lips firmly against mines. I sigh when he pulls apart. He was smiling so widely that I couldn’t help but do the same. He hugs me and hide his face in my neck.

“Aren’t you two the cutest new couple in midtown?” We laugh as we heard Ned say.

“You missed the show, we’re just hugging” I say taking my arms from Peter’s neck and sneaking them around his waist.

“It seems like you two came out of a fairytale, I still can’t believe I was the one who match you two”

“What kind of fairytales you’ve been reading recently, Ned?” Peter asks.

“Anyone where the nerd guy gets the hot chick” At this we can’t help but laugh again.

“I gotta go to class now, see you guys at lunch” I tell them. I give Ned a quick hug and Peter a quick kiss before heading to class

                                                         ☆ ★ ☆

“Well… You’ve got her, Peter, when are planning to tell her about itsy bitsy spider?”

“Uhm… I don’t know, Ned… I’ve known her as Cheshire but I really wanna know Y/N… And I want her to fall in love with me and not my alter ego”

“This is really messed up bro”

“I know, I know, but you gotta hel me out, Ned, I really like her”

“Well, Spiderman can’t stop fighting along with Cheshire… If Cheshire suspects Spider is avoiding her, she might start fighting by her own, and if that happens, you can’t protect her”

“Well, she can protect herself, I mean, she’s badas-”

“Peter!” Ned cuts me off “You’re a guy in love, you’ll want to protect her even from a fly, no matter how deadly she can be”

“You’ve got a point” I bite the tip of my thumb “I-I’ll figure something out”

    I dismiss my best friend and walk straight to class. I couldn’t pay attention to what the teacher was saying as my head was looking for a solution to my dilemma. How and when would I tell her that? I’ve had so many chances to come clean as we fought together, why didn’t I do it? 

    I still remember how we met…

    I’ve intercepted a police radio about a robeery going on, but when I got there, there she was. Gracefully kicking, and punching, and throwing the bad guys at the floor. I was startled, so I just hid and watched her. At some point, one of the robbers was able to rip her old mask off and throw it away. I catch it with my web. She gets angrier and kick the guy out. The building was dark, the robbers had cut the lights out so the alarm wouldn’t pound. I leave the dark and give her her mask. She blushes.

“U-Uhm… T-Thanks… Could you keep it a secret?” I only nodded as I felt myself being bewitched by her looks in the moonlight. I stared at her for a bit.

    I heard the police sirens from afar. I told her we had to go. We ran to the nearest opened window - which happened to be the size of a large door.

“Hold onto me” I managed to say and she did so. And I swang us to a safe roof building.

    Since that day, I was damned to her.

“Mr Parker? Are you with us?” I snap out of it when I hear the teacher’s voice.

“Y-Yes!” I stutter and sit straight up.

    A few students laugh and I feel a paper ball hit the back of my neck. I tense but soon forget about it, opting to start copying what was written in the board.

    I could have told her since the begining, but I didn’t, and now, I’m wrapped up in this mess.

    At lunch, we gathered all together. As she promised, Y/N is sitting with us, specifically by my side. Betty and Ned are in front of us.

“So, when is the second date?”

“I-I’m still p-planning on it… It has to be perfect”

“Dude, is your second date, you won’t propose” Ned jokes and Y/N laughs.

“Ned! Let them be!” Betty scolds him.

“It’s okay… Anything you plan will be perfect, Peter” Y/N tells me holding my hand underneath the table. Bett goes ‘awn’.

“Hey, Y/N, did you get lost and ended up in the losers’ table?” Flash Thompson shows up smirking, his ‘bodyguards’ - the other jocks - close behind.

“Fuck off, Thompson” She says firmly. I notice she sits a bit closer to me.

“C’mon, Y/N! Do you really rather be with these nerds than us?” He snaps the back of my head.

    She stands up quickly and grab his collar down so he’s face to face with her. She has a deadly gaze in her eyes. Like the ones I used to see in Cheshire before she got lens while fighting.

“You ever dare to touch them again… I’ll rip you hand off” She lets him go. Stumbling he walks away with his friends.

“Peter, you’ve got a badass of a girlfriend” Ned says.

“I know” I mumble before she sits back with us.

“What were we talking about?” She asks putting a stay of hair behind her ear.

“Your next date!” Betty squeals happy. We both blush and can’t contain our smiles.

    Night finally came. I was dressed up in my suit and swinging in the silent city streets. I see Cheshire walking in a alley. I land near and the soft ‘tud’ I made with the fall makes her look at me.

“Hey, spidey!” She says happily, giving me a hug.

“Oh, h-hey!” I giggles.

“So, what do we got tonight?”

“Uhm… Nothing yet, wanna just… Swing by the city?”

“Sure, why not?”

    I hold her waist and makes us ‘fly’ with my web. Tonight’s night was beautiful. The sky was clear. We could see all of the stars. The moon was shining brightly. The wind was not too cold and the weather not too hot. These details I would normally don’t take notice of now seemed as the center of my attention. 

“Uhm… I made this so… We could just lay down and wait for something or-” I didn’t take notice in how I was nervous and unsure that night.

“Sounds cool! Come on!” She lets go of me and lay in a web of my own.

    As we were laying there, I tried to make small talk. Asking about her parents, school, and friends. We’ve been a team for over a month, but only then I’ve noticed we barely knew each other.

“But hey, why am I the only one answering your questions?”

“U-Uhm… Sure… A-Ask something” I stutter.

“How would your perfect date be like?”



“I thought you would ask something personal”

“Isn’t that kind of personal?”

“Personal like, to take my mask off, or what’s my name, where do I live”

“I don’t need to know that… Honestly, I trust you, you know my face because of an accident, I have principles, it’s not like you own me something just because of that… If you don’t say it willingly to me, I won’t force it… You know I trust you, and I hope you trust me someday…”

    I looked at her. She was still looking at the dark sky. Honestly, I had no idea of how to answer her question. I could ask aunt May for help. The only things that crossed around my mind seemed so much of a cliche. Movies. Picnic. Amusement park. The arcade again. None of them felt right as I wanted the best and the better for her.

“I don’t know… I think I should ask my aunt for help in that one…” I answer honestly, earning a giggle from her.

“You’re funny, Spidey… You wanna know how mine would be?” She looks at me.

“Enlight me” I shrug.

“I don’t care about the cliches, I don’t care about the place we go, or what we’ll do… If I’m with the right person… It’ll be perfect”

“Do you have the right person?”

    Her eyes drift off. As if she was remembering something. And then she smiles wildly, looking to the other way so she could hide her blush. I couldn’t help but smile under the mask too. Hoping faithfully that she had had some thought about me.


anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a Spidey-pool where Peter flunk a test and is out of sorts? I had a. Ad math test and I feel like Spidey-pool is just what the doctor orders :) whenever you get the time, thanks :) love your writing style :)

I’m so sorry this took so long! Hope everything is going well. Don’t worry about math, I was never good at it and I’ve done fine through adulthood. That’s what calculators are for! 


Peter slumped down and sat on the curb with his skateboard on his lap and his backpack falling off his shoulder. He wondered what the hell he was going to tell Aunt May when she asked about his math midterm. He couldn’t tell her he’d gotten an D on it. He just couldn’t. 

Maybe if he was lucky she wouldn’t remember it had even happened. But who was he kidding? May made sure to pay attention to that kind of thing. She cared deeply about his grades and usually Peter did great in all his classes. He had just forgotten to study because he’d been busy stopping a bank robbery. But it wasn’t like he could tell his math professor or Aunt May that. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he was grateful for the distraction. Please don’t be May he begged as he glanced at the screen. 

Instead he found a text message from Deadpool of all people. 

Hey Spidey! Back in town and looking for a bit of fun. Wanna hang? XX 

Peter found himself grinning in spite of himself. Deadpool was always trying to get Peter to be his friend. He knew the forced nonchalance of the text was Deadpool trying to play it cool. Luckily for Wade, Peter was in need of a distraction and didn’t feel like going home. 

I thought I told you to stay out of my city? 

But then how would I catch a glimpse of dat ass? 

Plenty of pictures in the Daily Bugle. 

I know. You have no idea how many times I’ve spanked it to those blurry photos. They don’t do you justice, Spidey. 


Not my fault you do things to me, baby boy. 

If I come over will you promise to behave? 

Absolutely not. 

Peter laughed out loud and pocketed his phone. Feeling in slightly higher spirits, he dropped his skateboard down and started towards to apartment Wade kept in the Bronx. It was a couple of subway stops away but Peter didn’t mind. It wasn’t as fast as the way he normally traveled, but he didn’t feel like suiting up just to go to Wade’s. 

Although Peter was normally very big on the whole secret identity thing, he had finally revealed the truth to Wade. He knew Wade was batshit but Wade also didn’t have many friends and he was devoted to the few he did have. Peter knew Wade would never sell him out (mostly because Wade had chopped off his own hand to prove he wouldn’t talk under any circumstances. It had been disgusting but also amazingly reassuring). 

Peter’s nose was accosted by the familiar smell of taco meat and BO that was Wade Wilson’s apartment the second he got onto the right floor of the high rise Wade called home. Plugging his nose, he opened the unlocked door and made his way inside. Wade never bothered locking door, always saying that there was nothing worth stealing and no one that could be killed inside. Besides, Wade would consider an intruder some kind of fun time. 

Peter grabbed the can of Febreeze he had stored under the sink and began spraying it around the apartment so that it smelled of “meadows and rain.” Once the air was no longer toxic, Peter took his hand away from his nose and glanced around. He found a half full pizza box and sniffed it carefully. Deeming the contents safe, he placed it into the microwave and watched it turn. 

His spidey sense tingled and he turned around to find Wade sneaking forward on his tiptoes. “Damn it!” Wade cursed, snapping his fingers. “You’re impossible to sneak up on!” 

Peter laughed and shook his head. “I know, that’s kind of the point.”

Wade finished walking over and pulled Peter into a bear hug. “Did you miss me, Spidey?” 

Peter struggled against the larger man, attempting to free himself. “If I say yes, will you let go of me?” 

Wade huffed and dropped Peter. “No appreciation.”

Peter laughed. “It’s good to see you, Wade.”

Wade tilted his masked face to the side. “Is it?”

Peter rolled his eyes and turned back to the microwave, pulling out the piece of pizza and taking a bite. “Are you calling me a liar?” he challenged, wiping the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

“No…” Wade said slowly as if processing this. “So if it’s good to see me, does that mean we can make out?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head. “Wouldn’t that require you taking off your mask?” Peter had only seen Wade without his mask a few times and Wade had always been horribly self-conscious about it. Twitchy and on edge as if all he wanted was his mask back on.

“I’d do that for you, Petey.” 

Peter took another bite of pizza and mulled it over. Despite everything, he liked Wade quite a bit. He licked his lips and Wade stared intently at his mouth. Peter couldn’t help feeling slightly flattered that he had that kind of effect on someone. 

He dropped the crust back onto the plate once he was done and took a step forward. He cautiously reached forward and began to roll Wade’s mask up to his nose. Wade wasn’t in his full costume, foregoing the leather and spandex for a pair of sweats and a hoodie. 

As he pressed his lips to Wade’s, Wade seemed to stiffen up as if he was a frightened deer. Peter gently rubbed his thumb against Wade’s scarred cheek, urging him to relax and open up.

After a few more moments of awkwardness, Peter pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “For someone who wanted to make out with me, you’re sure not putting much effort into this.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Wade admitted, still standing frozen in place.

Peter blushed and ducked his head down. He was overcome with embarrassment at the thought that maybe Wade had just been joking and hadn’t actually wanted to kiss him. “I - I should go,” Peter said, looking around for his backpack and carefully avoiding looking at Wade.

“Baby boy,” Wade said, grabbing Peter carefully by the arm. “Why on Earth would you want to kiss a freak like me?”

Peter clenched his fist in Wade’s hoodie and yanked him close. “You’re not a freak,” he said with conviction through gritted teeth.

“That’s a lie,” Wade said with a heavy sigh. “But thanks for saying it.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Kiss me,” he demanded, reaching up and pulling Wade’s mask off the rest of the way.

Wade’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and then he jumped into action. Peter gasped as he was backed up against the nearest wall and his mouth was dominated by Wade’s. They were each gripping each other so that there was no space between them, Wade’s larger body pressed against Peter’s smaller frame. 

Wade’s tongue was hot and slick against Peter’s as the kiss deepened. Keening with want, Peter attempted to pull Wade even closer but there was nowhere left. 

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Wade murmured against his lips. “I’ve got you.”

Peter whimpered and Wade’s tongue slipped back into his mouth and teased his own. Wade’s hands released Peter for a moment only to slide down and grip his ass, lifting him up off the ground completely. Peter wrapped his legs instinctively around Wade. 

“I don’t understand,” Wade whispered, breaking the kiss but not going far, pressing his forehead against Peter’s. “I don’t understand how you can let me do this kind of stuff when I look like this.”

“Shut up,” Peter said, his breathing labored. “Don’t overthink it, okay? After the day I’ve had, the last thing i want to do is think.”

“No thinking, got it,” Wade said with a tiny nod. “So you were having a bad day and decided to come over here?” 

Peter huffed. “That sounds a lot like thinking to me.”

“No, I just…” Wade grinned widely. “Sounds an awful lot like you thought I could cheer you up. And you didn’t even know we were going to make out!” 

“What’s your point?”

“Petey, do you like me?” Wade asked, giggling. “Do you like like me?” 

“Oh my god, Wade, shut up!” Peter said, placing his hand over his face to hide his blush. “We were just kissing, obviously I like you.”

“Not necessarily,” Wade said with a shrug, lowering Peter down from the wall. “There’s plenty of reasons to make out with someone.”

Peter groaned. “Let’s just watch a movie or something.”

“Is this a date?” Wade asked, following Peter over towards the sofa. 

“No, it’s not,” Peter said, flopping down and crossing his arms over his chest. “Keep this up and you’ll never get one with me.” 

Wade mimed zipping his mouth closed and sat down next to Peter, close enough that their thighs were touching. Peter grabbed the remote and flipped through netflix, putting on The Usual Suspects. 

Wade managed to stay quiet through the opening titles. “So you’re saying there’s potential for a date in the future?” he asked, turning towards Peter.

Peter took a deep breath. “What are you doing this Friday night?” 

Wade hummed to himself for a moment. “Nothing that couldn’t be rearranged.”

“Good,” Peter said, taking Wade’s hand in his own. “It’s a date. Now shut up and let me watch the movie.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” 

“What A F*cking Bozo” -  Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2699 (whoops)

Warnings: Kidnapping; Drugs mentioned; Swearing

Request: For that being your first imagine, that was amaze balls !! I was wondering if you could do me a request a little darker :D So the reader doesn’t have superpowers and doesn’t really get along with ‘spiderman’ very well, but is dry and sarcastic with Peter Parker, they’re both aware of each other’s identities, but are very different when fighting crime, she’s kind of an anti hero, and one day when she’s fighting she gets drugged and kidnapped and has to come and get her out of trouble ? :p

Authors Note: I had so much fun writing this! Anon, I hope you don’t mind but I made the reader Stark’s daughter, and there is a bit of fluff at the end (because who doesn’t love fluff?) Sorry it’s so long, I got a lil excited with this one…Hope you guys enjoy it! :D

“The Queen of Hearts? Hm… I could get used to that,” you mumbled, watching yourself on the news. It had been a year since you started this whole anti-hero business, and today they had finally given you a name.

“Hey, dad! Check it out, they finally gave me a name!” you yelled, calling for your father, the Tony Stark. He strode over and sat on the couch with you.

“The Queen of Hearts, huh? Sounds pretty bad ass to me,” he complimented. You could tell he was impressed. It took him awhile to get used to the fact you didn’t want to be an Avenger and that you were an anti-hero. But he still loved you anyways. After all, you are his daughter.

When you first told your dad about how you were an anti-hero, you thought he would be furious and ground you for the rest of your life.

*Flashback to a year ago*

“So let me get this straight… my daughter, TEENAGE daughter might I add, has been a total badass this entire time and isn’t just some popular, beautiful rich girl?”

“Well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting,” you remarked. “And is that all you see me as?”

“Oh hell no, but the media does. And it would blow their minds if they found out!” he exclaimed. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing your palms up to your face.

“Dad, no one can find out. I want to keep my identity a secret. If anything, I want to hold my own conference and casually say ‘oh and I’m that vigilante that kicks some major ass at night. You are welcome by the way.”

 Tony laughed, proud that his daughter had grown up to be as much of a smart ass as he was. “I knew there was a bad ass in there somewhere,” he smiled, poking your chest as you dramatically stumbled backward from his “strength”.

*Flash forward back to the present*

“So, you remember spiderling, right, (Y/n)?” Tony asked.

“How could I forget? He fought on your side during that dumb little fight you had with Cap, and also screwed up my last mission,” you stated quite dully, still staring at the TV. You really had no filter with your dad. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I need you to work wi-”

“OH HELL NO!” you exclaimed, interrupting Tony mid-sentence.

“Listen (Y/n). Before you go crazy, hear me out. It’s really-”

“NO! YOU LISTEN, TONY!” You jumped off the couch and faced him, interrupting him once again. He knew you were serious because you never called him by his first name unless you were mad. “I cannot work with him. First of all, he’s an annoying piece of shit. I mean, don’t even get me started on how much he talked during the war with Cap…”

“(Y/n), listen to me. Let me explain first. I barely got three words out before you exploded,” Tony chuckled. You crossed your arms and took a deep breath. “This mission, it’s important to me. I need you both to get over whatever happened between you two and work together.”

“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll talk to him tomorrow at school,” you agreed. You hated this more than anything, but you saw how much this meant to your dad. He didn’t trust a lot of people, especially after the team split. You couldn’t let him down. Not after everything that had happened.

The next day, you were walking down the halls of Midtown High with your friends when you saw Peter over by his locker.

“Hey guys, I’ve gotta go talk to Peter real quick. I’ll see you guys at lunch,” you told your friends. You waved goodbye and walked over to Peter.

“Hey there spiderling, can I have a word with you?” you asked with a blank expression. He gave you a serious look, then grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“What are you doing?! You know you can’t call me that here,” he warned in a concerned tone. His eyebrows were furrowed from fear of anyone finding out about what he did for fun. You were very aware that his “sticky” secret was not known to the public, much less his classmates. But dangling that knowledge of Spider-Man’s true identity was something you liked to do in your free time because why not?

“Owww! Chill, Petey,” you groaned, giving his hand a slap until he released your arm. He let go and silently apologized, not realizing that his grip on your arm was too tight. Quickly glancing around the room, he made sure no one else was listening before crossing his arms and letting you speak.

“Would it kill you to relax whenever someone mentions the spider? No one is immediately gonna look at you and be like ‘HEY IT MUST BE PARKER!’” you whisper-yelled as you waved your hands around in the air. Peter just glared at you, clearly fed up with your attitude and sarcasm.

“Fine then, straight to business. Did my dad run the mission by you?” you questioned. Peter nodded, turning his brown eyes away from you to look out at the crowded hallway. “Good, less work for me. Meet up at the Avengers tower at 6?”


“Great! Always a pleasure talking with ya, spiderling!” you winked and left the empty classroom. Peter just stood there for a moment, trying his best not to smile. You got on his nerves, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop smiling after talking with you.

*Later at the Avengers Tower*

“So, basically all you two have to do is go in, take photos of the wreckage, and then get the hell out of there,” Tony said.

“So… no ass kicking? It’s that easy?” you asked.

“Pretty much. It’s been two days since the Hydra base blew up, and surveillance footage hasn’t shown anyone being there. But it is Hydra, so prepare for anything” Tony replied.

“Damn, I was really looking forward to treating someone like a punching bag,” you said with disappointment. “Well, guess I can just punch Petey here instead!” You looked at him and smiled. Cocking your eyebrows, you earned a genuine laugh from Peter.

As soon as Tony finished briefing the two of you, you headed to your room to suit up. After you put on your suit, you looked into the mirror and thought, “Look at you… (Y/n), Queen of Hearts. Don’t even think about fucking with me.” You raised your hands and acted like you were holding a gun. All of the sudden you heard giggling coming from the corner of your room. You looked over at your door and saw Peter leaning against it, staring at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“How long have you been standing there?!” you yelled, furious at the fact he didn’t understand what “privacy” meant.

“Not that long, but long enough,” Peter chuckled. “Are you done pretending to kill bad guys?” 

“Who said I was killing ‘bad guys’? Maybe I was pretending to shoot that smug look off your face? But hey, who knows?” you shrugged, turning back to your mirror to fix your frizzled hair. Peter laughed and glanced down at your bag.

“What’s with the red and black Sharpies?” he asked, reaching down and picking up the two black and red sharpies you packed. 

You walked over, took the sharpies out of his hands and put them in your pockets. “I like to let people know that they lost in life.”

“What?” Peter asked.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nevermind, can we go now?” you asked, already walking out the door. Peter laughed one last time and followed behind you.

The mission was supposed to be easy. Get in, take some pictures, and then get out. Simple, right? Wrong.

You and Spider-Man entered the damaged ex-Hydra base. “Wow… what a mess…” you thought. You accidentally tripped over some rubble, and Peter laughed at you. Peter continued to take pictures of the wreckage while you noticed something off about one of the rooms.

“Hey, Spidey? I’m gonna go check out this room,” you say.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Peter asked.

“Awe… that’s cute, really. But I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” you flash a smile and walk over to the room. “Finish up over there and then we’ll leave!” you yell as you enter through the sketchy door. Peter nodded and continued taking pictures of the messy crime scene.

As you search the room, you noticed another door in the corner. “No, (Y/n). Don’t go through there. You’ve seen scary movies before… You know what happens when a person goes through a creepy door by themselves..” you say under your breath. But you were curious, so of course you walked over and slowly opened it. All of the sudden, you felt someone behind you. As you start to turn around, you feel a hand go over your mouth and something sharp go into the side of your neck. Everything slowly turned dark…

You slowly open your eyes and realize you are sitting in a chair and feel ropes tied around your wrists and ankles. You pull on the ropes, trying to reach into the pockets of the suit to get your knife. But whoever tied you up was smart enough to disarm you.

“Fucckk… I should’ve called the Spider,” you say out loud. You look around the room and see a man standing in the corner.

“Morning sunshine, I’m glad you are awake for this,” he said.

“How long have I been in this shit hole?” you ask, trying to remain calm.

“Only a few hours, just enough time for your pal to leave,” the man said, putting his hands on his knees. He got close to you and smiled. “Now we are alone, and this is gonna be fun.”

You look over to the small table to the left of you and see a display of knives, a gun, and some other handy-dandy torture weapons.

“Oh well hate to break it to you, but I have one rule. No fun until I at least know your name. That way when the fun is over, and I get outta here, I can find you. And beat the living shit out of you,” you say and lick your lips.

“Well, sweetheart. My name is Agent Bozo, and I hate to break it to you, but you aren’t getting out of here. Well, at least not alive,” he said with a smirk. You stare at him for a few seconds before laughing hysterically. He looked at you confused. You stop laughing and look at him in the eyes.

“Wait, you’re serious? Your name is Agent… Bozo?” you say, trying your hardest not to burst into laughter again.

“Yes, you got a problem with it?”

“No, no problem at all,” you say sarcastically, shaking your head and smiling. “That’s honestly just the best name I have ever heard in my life.” Agent Bozo walked over and punched you in the face.

“Ouch, that hurt,” you say, pouting.

“I’ve just about had it with your small talk, now it’s time to get to business,” he says in a serious tone. You watched him grab a knife and walk over to you. “Now, let’s get started.”

*6 hours later*

“Hey BOZO, when you gonna let me go? I’m starting to get hungry. I think I’m gonna order some pizza when I get home,” you say, watching him pick up a knife. You weren’t going to admit it, but you were a little bit worn out. You had been in there for 6 hours, and you were hoping that Peter would come rescue you before your dad had a shit fit. Agent Bozo hadn’t done anything too damaging though, just cut your arm, slap you silly, kick you around a few times, and stab you once. But the wounds weren’t that bad, you would live.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, where is Captain America?” Agent Bozo asked, sticking the knife against your throat.

“Dude, I don’t know. And even if I did, why would I tell you? Do you know how annoying you sound… I mean asking the same question over and over again? Like good God! GET OVER IT!” you yelled. Bozo slapped you once more.

“You dumb child!” he yelled.

“Oh, bite me,” you said giving him a fake smile. He started to walk away from you, but he tripped over a piece of rubble. You laughed.

“Wow, what a fucking Bozo.”


All of the sudden, there was a hole in the wall and smoke around the room. You coughed a few times and notice that Peter had FINALLY come to save you.

“Took you long enough!” you smiled. “Oh but Bozo over here might have a few words to say,” you said, nodding your head in Agent Bozo’s direction.

“Bozo?” Peter said as he turned around saw the man behind him. Bozo was about to shoot Peter, but Peter shot a web and took the gun out of Bozo’s hand. Peter then webbed the Hydra agent against the wall and walked up to him. Pete looked at him for a second before knocking him out. He then ran over to you and untied you.

“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” you say as you wipe the blood off your lips.

“I could never forget about you,” Peter said. You could tell he was smiling from under his mask. You smile back at him. Then you get up and run over to the table where Bozo had put your guns. You grab your gun and then took the two Sharpies. You run back over to where Bozo was webbed up against the wall and pop the caps on both of the Sharpies. Peter watched as you started drawing black and red hearts on the agent.
“Really (Y/n)? We gotta get back! Your father is worried sick!” Peter chuckled.

“Gimme a minute, I’m almost done. And what are you, my mother?” you said as you finished up on the last red heart. You place the cap back on the sharpies and walk over to Peter.
“Ready to go?”

“Oh hell yes, I wanna get out of this shit hole,” Peter said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room.

“Yeah, imagine being in here for 2 hours. It was so fun,” you said sarcastically. You both laughed and exited the building.

*back at the Avengers Tower, after you are all patched up*

“AND HIS NAME WAS AGENT BOZO!” you said, laughing so hard you actually started to cry.

“I don’t think I could’ve taken him seriously either, to be honest,” Tony said, laughing and pulling you into another hug.

“Dad, honestly. I’m fine,” you say as he starts rubbing your back. 

“I know, but you just scared me. But hey, seems like you and Underoos get along well huh?” he said, as he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do,” you said smiling, pulling away from the hug.

“Well, go tell him.”

“What?” you asked.

“Go tell him you like him. And don’t give me some bullshit about how you don’t like him. That you hate his guts and wish he was dead. I don’t know how much longer I can watch this game of ’Let’s just fight until someone makes the first move’,” Tony laughed. You nodded and headed towards Peter’s room.

You knock on his door, hoping that he was at his apartment and that you wouldn’t hear his cute little voice say…

“It’s open,” Peter yelled. “Damn it…” You thought. You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Oh, hey (Y/n),” Peter smiled. He was sitting on his bed, wearing his pajamas, and messing around on his laptop. His hair was a mess, as per usual. Yet, all you could think was “Damn, if looks could kill…”

“Hey, Pete. Can I… can I tell you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Sure! Here… sit,” he moved his laptop and patted the spot in front of him. You sat down and looked directly into his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. You took a deep breath, looked down at your hands and muttered, “IsortaHaveFeelingsForYou.” His eyes opened wide as if someone had just slapped him in the face.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me,” you said quietly, still playing with your hands. He let out a small laugh. You looked at him and saw him smiling.

“I knew you had a heart.”

“See, I knew this was a bad idea,” you got off his bed and started walking towards the door. “I wouldn’t have done it if I thought you were gonna be a dick about it but hey. It was worth a try,” you reach for the door knob. Peter stood up and shot a web at your wrist. He pulled on the web, making you spin towards him and landing in his arms. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. You both pulled away at the same time, slowly trying to catch your breath.

“I sorta have feelings for you too (Y/n),” he flirted, looking into your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.  




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-Anon request (A/N: Reader has the mutation of heightened senses and general ‘spidey senses’)

“Hey, Hank?” you called into the lab where Hank hadn’t emerged for three days now. It was normal enough for the reclusive scientist to busy himself under so much work that he forgot that he still needed things like food, water and showers. But this time, something felt a bit off to you, so you’d decided to go down and see him when he made another no-show at dinner.

At your first glance, form the door, you couldn’t immediately see anything wrong, but as you stepped into the lab your heightened sense of hearing picked up an odd hiccoughing noise coming from around the corner.

Frowning, your picked your way through the labyrinth of science equipment stacked precariously around the room, towards the source of the noise. As you rounded the corner, you spotted Hank bunched up on the floor with a half-empty bottle of liquor in one hand. His figure looked so small and was shaking with each sniffle.

“Hank?” you asked quietly, approaching him and kneeling down beside him. “Hank, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head miserably and offered, in a husky voice, “I’m…I’m just tired of…of being like this.” He gestured to himself with a particularly loud sniffle. “The professor managed to convince me to go down to the end of the road to collect the mail from the box and I-I thought it was fine until a car drove past…a-and I just- I freaked. The mail’s still lying on the floor at the end of the road and I just- I don’t want to leave.”

Sighing, you lay down next to him and said pointedly, “Hank, it was one car going really fast- for one thing they probably didn’t even see yo, and for another: they probably didn’t care.” Cupping his furry face with your hand, you added, “And if you don’t leave this bloody lab sometime soon, I think I’m gonna go mad. Alex has never been more annoying than when he’s missing you and Charles is driving everyone mad trying to pretend that nothing’s wrong.”

Hank grunted noncommittally, and you leaned upwards to drag him down next to you. Winding your arms around him, you pulled his body close to yours and buried your face in the musky fur of his chest. “I love you, Hank,” you mumbled into his fur, “And I hate seeing you so self-conscious, especially when I think you’re so beautiful.” Pulling his head downwards with a hand wound in his hair, you kissed him and muttered against his lips, “And if you leave the cooking to Sean again, we’re all going to die from food poisoning.”

Chuckling, the scientist, kissed you back and promised, “Ok, I’ll be up tomorrow for breakfast and I’ll be cooking blueberry pancakes.”

“Score!” you grinned, and the two of you laughed.

Spider Bites: Always with You

Request: Could you guys do an imagine where the reader is an avenger with spider dna and powers similar to peters and the reader and peter are attracted to each other and they’re always kissing and making out because of their spider dna so tony and the rest of the avengers have to like separate them? Hopefully this makes sense 😬

Part 1        Part 2

You sat in your front room trying to ignore the fact that everything was absolutely against you. First of all, you allowed a grown man into your home without your mom’s permission. You let Peter in the house, without your mom’s permission, AND you left the house without your mom’s permission. Why did you let them talk you into this plan? This was a dumb plan, a really dumb plan. But what were the alternatives, figure out what was happening to you on your own? Pretend to be normal despite constantly breaking things with your super strength, none of that sounded like a good idea either. You were really stuck against a rock and a hard place. Oh and if your mother found out this all started because she let you go to a party, that’s it your social life would be over.

“Hey, speedy, maybe take a seat,”Tony called.

You realized, what you called nervous pacing was actually your body zipping from one side of the living room to the other, “I can’t just take a seat. This is a big deal, okay? If mom says this is a no go, it’s a no go. That’s it we are done!” you pointed out, hoping Tony Stark could get the idea. You don’t know why you thought he would, he was like dealing with another teenager.

“I can be very persuasive-”

“Imma stop you right there Tony Stark. The shit you pulled with Aunt May worked because Aunt May is white. And don’t get me wrong I love her to pieces, but black women they’ve got an intuition that was cultivated from years of adversity. If my mom even gets the inkling that you’re lying about something, anything, there will be no helping me. Not even the CIA could burst in here to try and take me. I am her child, which means she is inclined to say fuck off to anyone who tries to oppose her.”

“Okay, don’t you think you’re exaggerating? What about that time in eighth grade when we-”

“HA, she found out about that the next day! That woman is not to fucked with. All of you are going to tell the 100% truth or I’m calling you out! I’m snitchin’ this woman is not about to be mad at me for lying of all things.”

“I can tell the truth,” Mr. Stark vowed.

“You better.”

A few more minutes passed and you heard the keys begin jingling in the door. You tried sitting down, acting unworried. The act almost made it believe, except that every muscle in your body had locked up and you were stock still.

“Y/N,” she called as she came in. You looked back and noticed a man wearing all black and wearing an eyepatch was right beside her.

“Hey, Fury,” Tony called from on the couch. You looked between the two, confused as hell. What was going on, who was this extra guy? You stood up, stressed by the situation and trying to make sense of it all. Your mom and the man seemed to continue a conversation they must have been having outside.

“We want what is best for your daughter, the medical research and testing will come as no cost to you. But for her protection and the protection of the United States of America, your daughter has to be monitored.”

“But she doesn’t have to leave home for good right?” your mom asked looking at you with big worried eyes. You expected her to be angry, and to come in guns ablazing, but right now she just seemed worried and scared. You wanted to hug her, but you knew you weren’t quite in the clear yet.

“Alright… just let me read over the papers you gave me and I’ll sign them and give them back.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” you finally asked.

“Stark sent me a message detailing your predicament, Ms. L/N. It seems like something that needs to be looked into. I would like to help you, keep you out of trouble and danger… and we both know those two aren’t the poster boys of safety.”

You looked over at them a nodded to yourself. Well he certainly had a point. You sat by quietly just watching everyone move around and talk. You were sure Peter hugged you before leaving, and that Tony said something to you before he left, but you were just frozen. It had finally hit that your life might never be the same. This normal, unbothered life was crumbling down and you had to be a hero. Hours later, your mom came into the front room with the papers.

“You were bitten by something… and no one knows what. It could make you really sick, or it could make you… superhuman,” she spoke softly and you could hear in her voice that when she disappeared in her room after everyone left, that she had been crying, “I want to sign this to be sure you get the help you need to figure out whatever is going on, but if you don’t want to go…”
“I think, it might be for the best… but I’m not leaving am I?” you asked.

“No, no, you’d be able to live here with me still. You wouldn’t go to school but they’d give you your work.”

“Okay,” you pulled in a deep breath and tried to be brave, there was no use in crying and making her more scared. You had to be strong, act like it really didn’t matter.

“Okay,” she agreed, after a second she pulled you in a tight hug and rocked you gently.

Testing wasn’t as bad as you had feared it would be. Sure you got poked with all kinds of needles… a lot but it was mostly just training. You met Captain America a few weeks in. He taught you how to control your strength until it became second nature. Natasha Romanoff, better known as the Black Widow taught you how to fight, though you couldn’t imagine why she was teaching you. You had no intentions of being a superhero. Peter was there when he could be and he helped you figure out how to keep from sticking to surfaces you didn’t want to stick to. He was often the only thing keeping you sane. However as fall changed to spring there came a new problem. It had been confirmed that your DNA had been altered. It was altered in almost the same way as Peter.

You were doing your usual fight with Natasha then Peter walked in and you didn’t have to look to know. The scent of the room had shifted, and not the way it normally did when new people entered the room. Then it was just an added scent to the mixture, no this new scent saturated the entire room. It hit you hard and as an automatic response to unexpected stimuli you froze. Natasha stopped her punch inches away from your face. She looked at you concerned by your sudden stillness.

“Hey, Spidey-girl,” she called, that’s what they had started calling you, courtesy of Tony Stark. Despite hearing the dumb nickname, you simply turned around to look at Peter only to realize he was also staring at you. There was a feeling, a familiar feeling, one you would often deny feeling for your best friend at all. It was stronger than it usually was, as opposed to a faint stirring in your stomach, it was a full blown fire of want.

“Y/N,” Natasha called touching your shoulder. You turned to fast, forcing yourself to look away and break whatever connection had just been made between you and Peter.

“Yeah sorry… I don’t know what happened.”

“Are you and Spiderboy fighting?”

“No,” you shook your head, “Let’s just go another round.”

She studied you carefully then did as you asked. However, you were barely paying attention, your mind was rather preoccupied with the fact that you could feel Peter still staring at you. Tony was not oblivious to the looks shared between the two of you.

“You’re sure that’s not your girlfriend?” Tony asked.

Peter pulled a slow breath in, his throat dry, and his face a bit red, “No… we’re just friends.”

“Have you ever felt like you could be more than friends.”

“You said it yourself, she’s too pretty for me.”

“Okay, forget that, she willingly hangs out with you, so obviously she doesn’t think she’s too good.”

“Are you trying to give me dating advice?” Peter asked, confused.

Natasha almost punched you square in the face for the twelfth time, “Hey, what’s up with you today?” she asked, seeming somewhat concerned and annoyed.

“I feel weird,” you admitted.

“Would you like to go see Dr. Cho?” she asked.

“Yeah, that seems like it’s for the best.”  

Everything there was to know about your abilities was discovered by Dr. Helen Cho. She was the first to realize that your skin was covered in a layer of silk like webbing that was stronger than even the strongest metals. She learned about the roots of your strength, speed, and discovered a hint of clairvoyance present in you. If there was anyone who would know what was going on with you it would be Dr. Cho.

“What is the matter?” she asked warmly.

“I don’t know…. I got this surge of… hormones,” that was the best way you could describe it without out right saying you got the urge to jump your best friend’s bones in the middle of a training filled with adults.

“Well it could attest to normal human puberty… but I will take some samples, and see if there are any hormone imbalances or anything of the like.” She went to get some of the vibranium syringes from her supply drawer. Since your skin was so strong it took nothing less than pure vibranium to pierce it.

She let you leave after acquiring the sample. As you walked out of the sliding doors Peter was there waiting for you. You smelled him before you saw him, and when you saw him you stood still again.

“Hey…your mom asked me to come walk you home. She’s doing overtime,” he explained, his voice seemed shaky, and strained. You were confused by this development. Peter was never uncomfortable with you.

“Sounds good,” You managed to get out. He took your hand as was per usual but this time it felt like an electric shock, but the good kind… if that exists. You kept quiet, ignoring the weird urges in your body and choosing to continue on like normal.

You made it home and you let Peter come in with you, something you usually didn’t do if your mom wasn’t home, but she trusted him enough to let him walk you home right? As you took of your jacket and got comfortable you noticed Peter just standing in the doorway like he had never been in you house before.

“You can sit down,” you offered.

“Y/N… this is… you… do you like me?” Peter stuttered out.

“Of course I do, you’re my best friend,” you answered because you knew he couldn’t  mean what you hoped he meant.

“No, I mean yes that’s good, but I meant something more. Do you really like me?”

“Peter where is this coming from?” you ask unwilling to expose yourself emotionally like that.

“I… I just… I’ve always had this feeling, and today I just, I feel like I need to know. I need you…. To know,” he finished awkwardly. You were closing the distance between the two of you very slowly.

“I don’t like you, like a friend anymore, it’s different, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way-”he continued rambling, and then you kissed him and you felt like you were burning from the inside out. What was supposed to be a demure, accepting kiss, turned into something that had you pinned against the wall with your tongue in Peter’s mouth. His hand was snaking its way under your shirt, then a phone rang and the two of you were scared apart. It was Peter’s phone and he looked down at it with frustrated sigh.

“It’s Aunt May,” he explained then answered. It turned out Peter had to leave to help his aunt. You couldn’t help thinking it was for the  best, the two of you were like wildfire, and nothing moving that fast could be any good for either of you.

When you walked into the Dr. Cho’s office she had figured out your problem.

“You feel attracted to Peter,” She guessed.

You nodded, it didn’t strike you as odd that she  would guess that, he was the only boy your age here.

“I would advise you to stay away from him… some spiders have a mating season, while I can’t be sure of all the details of that it would seem your elevated attraction might be caused by hormones alone.”

“But I’ve always felt sort of… attracted to Peter.”

“And it’s possible that the change in your DNA is amplifying those desires. It’ve already told Natasha, Steve, and Tony. They’ll be assisting you two in separation, at least until things die down.”

You frowned but nodded, she was probably right. However, you really didn’t like the idea of not being able to see Peter. It was a hard day. For most of the day, you and Peter weren’t eve allowed in the same room. It wasn’t until your usual training break that you saw him. Deep down you knew you should have turned tail and went the other way when you smelled him, but young love is a reckless thing.

“I haven’t seen you all day,” Peter smiled, though he still looked worried.

“They’re doing it on person, something about spider mating seasons and weird hormones.”

“…Is that all this is?” he asked curiously, trying to mask a bit of the hurt that was tainting the bliss he got just from being near you.

“I have liked you since I was 12 and I was an ugly little duckling.”

“You were always beautiful,” he cradled your face in his hands and just like that you were in the same predicament as yesterday. This time Steve came down the hall and separated you two.

“Hey! Cut it out,” he demanded as he took the both of you by your shoulders and physically separated the two of you. This was definitely a hormonal thing and it wasn’t cool. For the rest of the day, out of embarrassment and fear, you hid in Dr. Cho’s office. She was formulating a shot that would counteract your hormones. It was apparently similar to birth control with just a few tweaks.

“This should keep you crazy teens level. Give it 24 hours before you see Peter again, okay?” she instructed. You nodded and left, Tony took you home. You laid in bed wondering if all of the feelings on Peter’s side were just weird spider hormones. You knew how you felt, how you had felt for a long time, but perhaps there was a reason he never asked you on dates, and that you were just another one of his friends. Your 24 hours was up in no time, and Peter was there to take you back home. It wasn’t a wild fire any more, just a warm fireplace in the hearth of a familiar home. He smiled a little bashfully and held out his hand for you to take. You took it without hesitating.It was a while before either of you said anything.

“I still mean it,” he spoke suddenly, “about liking you more than I should like a best friend… it may not be so overwhelming now… but I did mean it. Do you think maybe we could start over… you know if you feel the same way?”

“I would love that,” you smiled up at him. You knew that you’d be together  no matter what. Peter was there for you through years of training, and he was there for you when you decided to be a part time superhero. Through all of the weirdness that ensued from that dumb spider bite, Peter was there and you were with Peter.

Envy (Part 1 of Spideypool Series)

Part Two  Part Three

Hey everyone! I decided to do something just a little bit different with this one. Well, two things, really. 

The first is that it’s written in Wade’s perspective, third-person. The second is that, while I usually try to keep reader as gender-neutral as possible, this time I’m going to specify female. I hope it’s not too horrible, and I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing. A LOT of swearing (come on, it’s deadpool.) Also, it’s pretty long.

Well, fuck a duck, there it was again. Wade hunched down, chest pressing into the rough stone of the roof. He squinted and peered through his binoculars at his target. 

“Y’know, usually when I spy on people I intend to shoot them,” he mused out loud. “I must be getting old.” And he laughed with nobody to hear him. Well, that in itself was sad, now that he thought about it.

“Hello, Spidey,” he said. Damn, that boy was fine. And a real sweet guy too, even though Wade annoyed the shit out of him. But hey, that wasn’t Wade’s fault, was it? It was a natural special feature of his personality. 

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