Based off of the request: Hey! If you’re accepting requests, would you mind doing one where Peter thinks the reader is dating Ned or Flash or even MJ? I think it’d be hilarious and I haven’t read an imagine like it yet 😜
The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.
But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.
As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.
You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.
You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.
A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.
“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”
A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.
Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.
“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”
“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out.
“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move.
The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead.
“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.
You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled.
You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.
You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.
(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.)
“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.
“What?” You whispered, staring at him back.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
So he had noticed something was wrong.
“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.
Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”
You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.
You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.
“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.
His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.
“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words.
It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.
“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face.
He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him.
You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him.
You thought you would always love him.
Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.
But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.
You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.
And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’
**************************** I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well! Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!
Description: While hanging out at the coffee shop the reader’s parents own, Michelle brings up an article that she read in a magazine. One that says you can tell if a person is a good kisser by the way they eat an apple. The reader gets dared by Michelle to put the theory to test, resulting in an interesting Saturday afternoon.
Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write and I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as I did. My inspiration for this fic came from one a read a while back and really liked. Anyways, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics or want to request something feel free to message me.
Word Count: 1521
It was almost too simple. Sitting
side by side in the back of the school’s library, shoulders pressed together, and
knees touching. Right in that place of not-quite-more-than-friends
and nearly at the place of very-obviously-more-than-friends.
It would only take one move for
them to become something greater than just best friends. One of Ned’s crazy
plans, one of Peter’s embarrassing blunders, one of Michelle’s dry comments
that had an obvious hidden meaning. Just something to push the pair together.
Peter and (Y/N), thrown together by
some crazy twist of fate, anything could make them Peter and (Y/N).
5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you
1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book
Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”
Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”
“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.”
Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away.
He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on.
The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present.
It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it.
You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning?
Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper.
You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book!
You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it?
You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class.
Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back.
2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man
Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?”
You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.”
She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?”
You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed.
Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!”
You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both.
“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did.
“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?”
Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed.
Michelle laughed over her wince of pain.
“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”
“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you.
The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit.
3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up
The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time.
This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided.
Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple!
So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?”
You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.”
“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!”
You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back.
Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”
You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!”
You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him.
He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it.
“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands.
“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about.
Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company.
“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.”
Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!
“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”
He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved.
“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…”
Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand.
It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.
But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad.
“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up.
You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?”
He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.”
You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!”
“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?”
You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill.
“Okay, Peter,” you nodded.
4) You showed up as his superhero S/O
Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)
So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face.
A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car.
He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume.
You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire.
STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY.
Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”
“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating.
After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this.
What a coincidence.
5) He saw you in an unexpected place
Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss.
Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May.
The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year.
Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’
Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up- but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.”
Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.”
Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die.
“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.”
Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman.
There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.”
How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).
Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter.
Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions.
In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals.
In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.
Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock.
There was a girl standing on the ceiling.
Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface!
“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says.
The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor.
But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.”
“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-
And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”
“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’
Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!”
It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.
You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.
Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.
So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.
You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.
So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?
Well, a little at first, but not now.
When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test.
Then you realized.
You have a crush on your best friend.
Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.
You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
“How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”
She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”
You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”
She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”
You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”
Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.
“Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.
You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”
He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”
“What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.
Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.
“I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”
You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.
That thought just makes your stomach burn.
School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-
“Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.
You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”
“You’re hiding something.”
“What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.
“You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”
You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.
“Peter, okay? He happened.”
Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”
You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”
Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”
You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.
Or take a shower.
Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.
You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.
“Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.
He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”
You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”
He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”
You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.
“Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”
He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”
You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”
He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.
“I need you to take your suit off.”
“T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.
Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”
He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.
You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.
He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”
You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.
Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.
“Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.
“Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”
You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.
He’s reading your notebook.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.
You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”
“Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”
You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”
“How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you. You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”
He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.
“Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“
He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”
You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”
He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.
You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”
A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“
You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.
“In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.
“Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.
“…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”
Description: It all starts when the reader kisses Peter Parker for a dare
then runs off but it really spirals out of control when Spiderman takes revenge
with his own kiss and dash. Is it possible that a simple dare could lead to the
unveiling of New York City’s youngest superhero’s true identity? Because not
all people kiss the exact same… right?
Author’s Note: I swear I’ll start posting Riverdale fics again but for now
Spiderman is my life. This fic is based off of another one I read last summer
that I absolutely loved the concept of. Anyways, let me know if you like it and
I’ll definitely write another part.
It all started on a rare day when
the girl’s PE Instructor was out sick, and the girls were forced to sit in a
classroom and complete a worksheet on anatomy.
Without any supervision.
Being the good students they
were, everyone immediately went to work on their worksheets. That being said,
the girls just immediately took out their phones and googled the answers,
because it’s 2017 and that’s what teenagers do.
They decided to do something more
interesting when they finally finished. Gossiping instantly turned into FMK
which turned into roasting which turned into story telling which inevitably
turned into truth or dare.
It was already starting to get
out of hand with Michelle coming up with wicked dares, Liz yanking out some
scandalous truths, and (Y/N) doing a bit of both.
(Y/N) was starting to really
dread her turn again. Last round she chose truth and Michelle made her dredge
up every detail of the feelings she held for her best friend Peter Parker. Luckily
for her though, the girls surrounding her were nice and didn’t tease her
relentlessly like they would in movies. That didn’t make the confession any
less embarrassing though.
Things were heating up too. One
of Liz’s friends had to wear a sign around her neck that read, well, let’s not
go there. And another girl recently had to fess up to wetting bed until she was
5 years old. (Y/N) was rather scared at what would happen to her next.
Prompts:“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “You’re so
drunk.” “That wasn’t very subtle.”
Or in this case: an exercise in the art of desperation.
Or: maybe this isn’t really the way I want you.
This takes place in between the events of ‘This is Nice’ and ‘In Which You Surprise Yourselves’ of my prompt series.
(It’s almost starting to look like I’m writing you a multi-chapter fic, only
doing it this way is much less intimidating for me, but way more confusing for you.)
Summary:You and your friends go to a house party
during the final months of your senior year. Someone convinces you to let loose
despite your better judgement. Peter’s eyes flirt. You flirt. You touch. Everyone
is aware of the tension except for the two of you, until you are. Then there’s Michelle and Ned
who hope beyond hope that you’ll stop screwing around and just get together already.
Also, I’m introducing Harry. 3,030 words. Fluff.
consumption? Peer pressure? Good guy Peter? Tension that’s not to be resolved until Prom night?
The air around you seemed to vibrate: the booming,
nearly overwhelming sound of music disrupting the air waves, combining with the
energy of the bodies bouncing around in sync with the rhythm to create this
thick, pulsating entity trapped within the walls of the house; one that you had never
imagined yourself actually enjoying. While you weren’t out on the make-shift
dance floor with the majority of your peers, you could appreciate the sight of
excitable bodies moving together, laughing, smiling; loving; absorbing the enthusiasm
and the infectious energy from afar with your friend Michelle.
You had been to a house party or two over the
course of your senior year. Most of them had been a little more reserved than
this one was turning out to be. Perhaps it was the location; the new kid,
Harry, who had only just started school at Midtown a few months previous, was
the son of a wealthy businessman. From what you had learned from Harry, his
father was rarely around; leaving him to his own devices within the expansive
home in the suburbs. It was a beautiful home, full of expensive furnishings,
marbled, heavily embellished bathrooms and wide, far-stretching windows that looked
out onto the city skyline; bright lights twinkling, paying homage to the stars.
You sensed that hours earlier, before the
empty spaces in the home had quite literally taken to life, it was a lonely,
vacuous space. You felt bad for Harry, his predicament always reminding you of
Peter. Harry made up for his father’s shortcomings as a parent with cars,
clothes, parties, and popularity.
You liked Harry despite his tendency to speak from his ass.
You were glad Peter had his aunt.
It had actually been Harry who had managed to
convince you to come. He’d convinced Michelle, Ned, and Peter to tag along as
well. It had gone something like this:
Summary: Peter Parker imagine loosely based off of New Rules by Dua Lipa
A/N: to the anon who requested this, I’m sorry. This is so bad, but I honestly had a hard time writing this because I had to write Peter in a bad light. But, my wonderful friend @babyfairybaekhyun helped me out by giving me the idea of the original Spider-Man movies. It makes me cringe just thinking about it: Spider-Man 3. I hope you like it and if people actually think it’s good, I’ll write a second part to this. that and I’ll probably make this better. Enjoy!
You had had the biggest crush on Peter ever since
you could remember. Your parents and
been super close with his aunt and uncle, and you met when you were both five,
and grew up to be best friends. You never got over your crush on Peter, and
eventually you grew to love the boy, but you never acted on your feelings.
Because you had accepted that he would never like you the same as you did with
Eleven years later you were still in love with the
dork, which is why you went to this stupid party. Even though you were not the
partying type. At all. You sucked it up and went because Peter asked you
to. Despite the fact that Peter fucking
ditched you the second we got to the party, like he always did. Not that you were surprised. Peter had been
doing shit like that a lot recently, all for Liz, but you didn’t say anything because
it wasn’t too horrid. Mainly due to the fact that Ned and Michelle usually came
Which was fantastic, because they kept you company
at the parties like this. Like they had been for the past three weeks, ever
since Peter suddenly started dragging you three to them. His sudden change had
confused all of you, knowing it wasn’t like him to go to parties like this and
enjoy them, but you all figured that he was just trying something outside of
his comfort zone and left it at that.
After about 2 hours of talking and hanging out with Ned
and Michelle out on the deck, you’ve had enough and you stand up.
“Let’s go find Peter and get out of here.” You suggest,
and watch in amusement as they both shoot up and start making their way into
the house in search for Peter.
“I guess that’s a yes then?” You mumble to yourself as you follow them,
watching as Ned heads to the kitchen and Michelle goes for the living room. You
decide to head upstairs and see if you can find him. After 15 minutes of searching the entire
upstairs, damn giant house, with no
luck,you head back downstairs to
find Ned and Michelle.
When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you look
over the top of everyone, easily able to spot Michelle. You head over and slump
forward when you see that Peter isn’t with her.
You sigh and ask, “No luck?” she shakes her head and
replies, “Nope. I don’t think Ned seen him either. I’ll text him to let him
know we’re ready to go.”
You gasp, of
You shake your head, feeling like an idiot, and take
out your phone to text him.
Y/N: Pete, where are you? I’ve looked everywhere
You, Michelle, and Ned wait for him to text back,
but 15 minutes later with no response, you start to lose hope of him texting
You hold back tears and turn towards your friends,
“Guys, I don’t think he’s gonna answer. Let’s just start walking back.”
Ned gives me a sad smile while Michelle scoffs.
“What?” you ask, not sure you really want an answer.
“Y/N, when are you going to realize Peter has become
a shit friend? I know you’re a bit blind
because you’re in love with him, but come on.”
The way she says ‘in love with’ sets your teeth on edge; she says it
like it’s ridiculous that I love him.
“Oh, fuck off, Michelle. He wasn’t always like this,
you know. He is someone worth loving, he’s just going through a phase right
now.” You glare at her and turn around, a few tears leaving the corners of your
eyes. You feel a hand on your shoulder and glance over at Ned as he pulls you
in for a hug. You go in willingly and feel Michelle’s huff of disapproval as Ned
tugs her into the group hug as well.
You put your arm around her, “I’m sorry, Michelle.
I’m just fuckin’ worried about Peter.” You whisper, guilt hanging over your
head for lashing out.
“It’s fine, Y/N.” she pauses for a second and add, “I’m
worried about him to.”
After another minute of hugging each other, you
break apart and stare at each other for a second.
You clear your throat, “So, shall we?”
As you guys walk, Ned and Michelle, well mainly Ned,
talks for the entire time in an effort to distract you. You’re grateful that
you have Ned and Michelle with you, because you probably would’ve been crying
by now if you’d been by yourself.
“So, Peter has been acting unusual these past few
weeks, right? Can you guys think of
anything else he’s done lately besides the partying that’s been… not Peter?”
you ask, softly interrupting Ned’s rambling.
Michelle snorts and hold out her hand, counting
things off as she talks, “Well there’s the fact that he’s started acting cocky
and confident. He hasn’t acted like he gives a shit about us. And he’s acted
like a dick” she glances over and you and Ned, “There are plenty of others, but
those are the main things.”
You nod; thinking of all the times when what she
said applies. There are a lot. You turn to Ned, “What about you? Have you
noticed anything unusual?”
He’s quiet for a moment, “no. Michelle pretty much
“What do you think’s going on with him?” you ask,
looking at the ground as you walk, possibilities running through your head.
You see them shrug out of the corners of your eyes,
and you all are silent for a while as you think of the person Peter is
Not long after, you get to your apartment. You look
at your friends and offer, “you guys wanna stay over tonight? You know you’re welcome to stay.”
Ned happily says yes while Michelle remains quiet,
“MJ, it’s fine if you don’t want-“
“No, I’ll stay with you guys.” You smiled and
grabbed their hands, leading them up to your apartment.
Later that night you decided to send one last text
to Peter, against your better judgement and Michelle’s complaints.
Y/N: hey Peter, I hope you’re okay. Ned, Michelle, and I got to my place safely. In
case you decided to care about us again.
Peter never responded to that text.
Or the text you sent the next day.
As the day went on you got increasingly worried
about him, you all did. And finally you decided to call May.
You dialed her number and set the phone on your bed,
glancing at Ned and Michelle as they leaned forward in anticipation. You turned
your lips up in amusement, which quickly left when you heard Mays voice.
is everything okay?”
“Hey, May. Um… has Peter gotten a hold of you at
all? We went to a party last night and he ditched as and hasn’t answered any of
our texts. We’re really worried.”
“WHAT?!” she shouts, making all three flinch causing
you to yank the phone away from your ear with a yelp. Ned and Michelle stare at
the phone with wide eyes and you hear mays voice again, muffled, “Peter get in here!”
There’s a silence that you all share awkwardly, “Sorry about that, I’ll be
speaking with him about his awful behavior lately. He got home at 10 last
night.” You and Ned gasp, while Michelle glares at the phone like it murdered
her whole family.
“Really?” you say in a small voice, tears
threatening to fall.
“Yeah, Sweetheart. I am so sorry. He’s been acting so
strange lately, and usually I’d blame it on teenage hormones, but this is
You, Ned, and Michelle all exchange a look.
“Peter!” you can hear her stomping towards him now,
and you cringe on the inside. An angry May isn’t not a pretty sight.
You hear Peter say, “I heard you the first time, May!
I don’t know why you’re bugging me. I don’t care! I honestly don’t give a fuck
about them.” the words not registering at first, but when they do, you can feel
your heart rip in half. All you hear is May gasp before you hang up.
You all stare at each other as you take in the fact that
Peter went home an hour before you did. Michelle’s
the first to break the silence, “well, I’m not talking to that asshole again.” You look at her and your shocked to find
tears running down her face.
You look down at your phone and your heart clenches
in pain. You don’t even notice your our
tears falling as you zone out, thinking of what he just told may.
You’re all quiet as you process what just happened.
An hour later you’re all sitting down watching the
first harry potter, distracting yourselves from what happened earlier, when you
get a text. You look at your phone and gasp, Peter? You look at the text and any hope you had of Peter coming
back is gone.
Peter: You should come over and hang out! There’s this
cool party tonight. You up for it?
You scoff and toss your phone onto the table. You decide
right then and there that you’re done dealing with him. You’re done being shit
on by who you thought was your best friend.
This is a lil song request. I really did my best, it’s my first time writing something based off a song and think it’s pretty okay considering the lyrics. I didn’t actually put lyrics in tho, cause it’s not really a song fic, it’s a fic based off a song. Anyway, enough with my rambling and on with the story!
request : Hi! I’m not sure if you take requests that are based on songs, but I would really love to request a Peter x reader story based on It Don’t Matter To The Sun by Rosie Thomas. I hope that made sense xD Thank you <3
You noticed the distance Peter had put in between the two of you throughout Junior year. You didn’t know why he did though.
You knew the reason he was always flaking on you in Sophomore year, the year you got together, was because of the fact that he was the infamous Spider-Man. He was busy saving lives and trying to prove himself to Tony Stark. During that time, you only ever encouraged him to do the best he could, but stay a hundred percent safe doing so.
You spent your nights patching him up, laughing at pointless things and making stupid jokes to keep his mind off the pain; although later scolding him for not being more safe.
But it seemed as though throughout Junior year, the boy had become more distant; and not because of his heroic duties.
“Uh sorry guys I gotta go, something came up.” Peter Parker rushed out his words, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. Michelle crosses her arms, leaning forward on the desk with a questioning look on her face. “Where do you go Parker? What are you hiding?” The boy seems taken aback by her question, his jaw dropping slightly as he tries to think of an answer that didn’t sound fake. Luckily he didn’t have to explain himself as Michelle relaxed from her interrogation, letting out a snort at Peter’s reaction. “Just kidding, I don’t care.”
Releasing a sigh the boy quickly grabbed his backpack, sending another quick glance down at his phone.Something wasn’t right but you didn’t feel the need to pressure him into telling you, you’d only known Michelle, Ned and Peter for little over a month now anyway. “Catch you guys later.” And with that Peter was practically running out the door, so caught up in whatever was going on that he didn’t notice that he dropped his phone on the way out. Noticing this you reached down retrieve it, informing Michelle and Ned that you were just going to chase after the clumsy boy and give him his phone back.
With that you jogged out the door, hoping that he hadn’t gotten too far already. You caught no sign of the boy anywhere as you moved around the car park of the school. It wasn’t until you heard rustling and rumblings from a dark alleyway that you found Peter…changing into a Spider-man suit. Your eyes widened at the sight, clamping your hands over your mouth to stop any unwanted noises of shock from escaping. Slowly backing away from the scene before the boy could notice your presence you ran back towards the school telling yourself that what you saw wasn’t real…it couldn’t have been…could it?
The following day you still couldn’t seem to get the thought out of your head, that Peter Parker was also the web slinging crime fighting hero that had all of New York talking. Last night you tossed and turned in your sheets, contemplating whether or not you should confront him about this, and now you were.
There he was, Peter Parker, your new friend walking to his next class without a care in the world. After taking a deep breath you started to hurriedly walk after Peter, eventually catching up to him. Without even uttering a word to him you quickly dragged him into the storage closet next to you, which was harder then you thought. Let’s just say that boy must be hiding some muscle.
Slamming the door closed behind you, you turned to Peter who stared at you with a shocked expression. "Y/N what the heck-“ Quickly cutting off his words by practically shoving your hands in his face, your mood turned serious as you confessed to the boy. "I know Peter."
Obviously confused as to what on earth you were going on about, Peter’s eyebrows just furrowed as he looked at you as if you were crazy. Heck! Maybe you were. "What are you talking about?” Still keeping the serious tone of voice you crossed you arms. “I know your secret."
Peter only rolled his eyes at this, shrugging his shoulders at your accusations."I don’t have any secret.” You couldn’t help but let out a snort at his claim. The boy who was a normal nerdy high school teen by day and secretly a crime fighting vigilantly who dresses in tights by night says he has no secrets? "Oh really. So it’s not a secret that you have powers and run around New York city in a spandex suit in your free time?”
Peter’s jaw almost dropped to the ground at your words, obviously not expecting you to know his biggest secret. “How did you-"
"Yesterday. You left your phone behind and I chased after you to give it back. Only to discover you in a Spider-man suit pulling on a mask and swinging away on your webs. You really need to be more careful with where you put on that suit Parker. Oh and here’s your phone.” You pulled his phone out of your jacket pocket, Peter gratefully accepting it back. “Thanks. But how are you so….so calm about this?"
That was almost laughable as last night after you found out you were anything but calm, but he didn’t need to know about your little breakdown. "Well I had all last night to think about it and I eventually got over it. It’s not like I’ve known you any longer than a week anyway."
Something seemed to cross the boys mind as his expression became serious suddenly. His hand reached out to your shoulder as he spoke to you with great importance. "You aren’t gonna tell anyone are you? Because Ned is the only other person who knows and Michelle is only suspicious. I need this to be a secret, can I trust you to keep it?"
"Don’t worry your secret is safe with me Spiderguy.” Sending the boy a reassuring smile you lightly laughed at the new nickname you made up. Peter smiled back at you, glad that you didn’t run off and tell people as soon as you discovered his secret. He wasn’t dull, he knew you could have sold this information to the media and got a ton of money for it, but instead you did the right thing. You kept it to yourself, you’d been a good friend even if you’d only know each other for a month.
Then unexpectedly Peter embraced you in a hug that caused butterflies in your stomach at his touch. “Thank you for being so cool about this Y/N.” Taking in his scent you smiled into his shoulder. Oh crap! Where you developing feelings for Peter?! It was only then that you noticed how little space was around you. “As much as I appreciate this hug, might I remind you that we’re currently cramped in the storage closet."
Pulling away from you he laughed at the situation. "Yeah we should probably get out of here.” Opening the door you held a hand out for him to go first, sending him a cheeky smile. "After you web boy.“ Rolling his eyes in annoyance at the names already he voiced his distaste for them. "Are these nicknames gonna be a thing?"
Request: Yes bless from my honey b @toms-spidey[a peter parker imagine where it’s time for another school dance and he wants to ask reader and vice versa but peter’s too afraid he’ll have to ditch her like he ditched liz so he doesn’t, but then he goes to the dance and sees the reader there alone and asks her to dance n yeah all that jazz :-)]
Prompt: You and Peter often find yourselves in a dilemma, this time around it was because of an upcoming dance. You’ve been a friend of Peter’s for quite some time and developed a crush on him, so naturally, everyone knew about it except for Peter and you so desperately wanted him to take you to the dance. Only he struggled to find it within himself to do so.
A/N: THIS IS HECKIN CUTE ASSSSSS, i changed it slightly toward the end but it still hella cute <3 omgggg
The school hallways filled with posters promoting the school’s fundraising dance this upcoming Friday, it was always a fun event for everyone, hosted by the senior students before their farewell early next year. Y/N had gone last year with Peter and Ned and they had the time of their lives, now times had changed.
Not negatively of course, over the year Y/N developed feelings toward Peter. He tended to stand out for her more, it was as if she woke up one morning and her dearest friend Peter Parker was suddenly the most attractive person she knew. That wasn’t quite the case at all actually, over time these feelings accumulated but it did feel as though it happened all at once.
Here she was a year later, hopelessly crushing on her best friend. It had been quite the hard year for her, having to watch Peter change from the lovable nerd she fell in love with to super hero extraordinaire. She also had to guide him through the period of which he was completely infatuated with Liz Allan. Long before Y/N had a crush on him, Peter had a crush on Liz so while it hurt to see him pawn after another girl, Y/N always remembered Peter was a friend first.
spideychelle: things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear!
oh sweet jesus i’m so glad you sent this to me. aight let’s gooooo (this isn’t even a prompt but whatever)
As far as secrets went, Peter (and Ned) were the absolute worst at keeping them. To Michelle, it was only a matter of time before the whole of Midtown found out about the teenage boy behind Spider-Man.
She believed that the only reason the rest of the student population hadn’t figured it out yet, was because Peter was most probably the lowest ranking high-schooler on the social ladder. No one really paid attention to him. They all usually tuned him out. Well, everyone, except her.
As Peter’s unofficial official girlfriend, she was bound to have paid very close attention to him at some point. Why the complicated relationship status, you may ask?
Well, once they had become closer, everyone had assumed after a few months of friendship, that they were together. They had both denied it at first; Peter chuckling as if that was the most far-fetched concept he had ever heard, and Michelle shoving him away from her and wrinkling her nose in disgust.
But then, they became even closer.
Peter was there for her when she would blink back tears of frustration, with her head in her hands as she looked at the ‘progress’ of the Decathlon team. He was there to whisper comforting things in her ear whenever she’d compare herself to all of the other overachievers at Midtown and come to the conclusion that she was never going to be succesful. He was there to patch her up when her overbearing parents would tear her down emotionally and leave her feeling nothing but self-hatred. Despite all of his other responsibilities, Peter was always there for her- in a way no one else ever was.
So, when she casually informed Liz about her budding, but totally platonic friendship with Peter Parker, and when Liz gushed over the two of them making the perfect pair, Michelle was left feeling a little confused. Still, she convinced herself that everything he was doing for her was merely platonic and not romantic at all. There was no way he’d ever like her.
Then, he told her about his secret identity and she poked his cheek daintily as she told him that he wasn’t that good of a secret-keeper. After that, he would stumble through her window every now and then, with a gash across his forehead, or thigh, and she would be the one to quietly wrap him up and kiss him goodnight on his nose before falling asleep on an air mattress.
Sometimes, she would comfort a worried May with a fresh, steaming pot of tea and words of assurance that her nephew was going to be just fine. Then, she’d go into his room when he gets back and she’d patch him up -sometimes, humor him- and she’d kiss him again, and he would tell her to stay as he pulled her to bed with him. He’d hold her so carefully, against his chest as if she was going to disappear soon and he’d softly tell her about his day, half-asleep, as his warm breathing sent her to sleep too.
One particular morning, they both woke up to find, May, Ned, and- holy shit what was Tony Stark doing in his room? They were all smirking down at them, and Michelle threw Peter’s shirt at him as she stumbled out of his bed, trying to shake away the implications of their smug expressions.
Peter caught it with a cute, “Ouch!”
Nope, not cute, he was not cute, she reminded herself.
He put it over his chest and scrambled to his feet, stuttering and rambling obsessively as Tony walked him outside.
May left the room, saying something about breakfast, and Ned sat down next to her.
“We didn’t do anything,” Michelle started. It probably wasn’t the most innocent position to find them in, with all the suspicion about them seeing each other and fucking Peter, insisting that he couldn’t sleep well with a shirt on.
Michelle felt the need to justify herself further, “I swear, Peter was just hurt after his stupid mission, and I fixed him up, but then he wanted me to stay with him, like I always do. Nothing happened, I swear.”
“I don’t care, MJ. Stop worrying so much- wait a second, did you just say always?”
Michelle shoved Ned playfully and he chuckled, “The only reason we all think you’re together is because of the way you act around each other.”
“Oh please,” Michelle leaned against the wall by the bed. “There’s no way that Peter likes me.”
“I don’t hear denial…” Ned teased.
Michelle fixed him with one of her death glares, “I swear to God, Leeds, if you say anything to him, I will personally see to it that you die a slow, excruciating death.”
Ned raised his hands up in defense, “Ok, alright, wow!”
And then Peter was whisked away to the Avengers Mansion for a few days and Michelle got seriously threatened by some guy named Scorpio who had attempted to kidnap her to get to Peter but failed, because she managed to escape. Peter came back on the same day, and when he saw Michelle wrapped in a bunch of blankets and covered by May and Ned, he knew that something was up.
When she told him about what had happened, he yelled at her for not calling him immediately and he scoffed and rolled his eyes when she had explained that he probably had more pressing issues to worry about. May excused Ned and herself, deciding that she should probably give the other boy a ride home.
When Peter reached for her, to inspect the scar on her leg, she noticably flinched because she had never seen him this angry before. Peter softened and apologised for yelling at her and she accepted it, not wanting to ever see him that angry again. It was unsettling.
He refused to let go of her for the rest of the night, this time Michelle asking him if she could stay over. They retreated to his room, and got under the covers. Michelle laid her head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep as he quietly told her about his day at the Avengers Mansion, twirling her hair between his fingers.
Just as she was on the verge of falling asleep, her eyes already closed, she felt him press his lips to her nose, “I love you so damn much.”
Michelle froze immediately. She prayed and hoped that she wouldn’t do or say anything to give her away.
She felt him stroke her hair, he was so close, she could feel his hot breath on her nose, “I hope you’ll know it, someday.”
She felt him pull her closer, and then he rested his chin on top of her head and she could already tell he was going to sleep soon. She thought about what he said, and how it made her feel, and all the implications that came with it.
She pushed those thoughts out of her head, knowing one thing for sure; that she was finally happy. She settled for snuggling deeper into his bare chest, emitting a soft, but sleepy chuckle out of him.
Request:Can you do a imagine of Y/N and Peter based off of “Issues” by Julia Michaels?? (PS i hope you enjoy the song as much as i did! 💖💖)
Your arms were folded in front of you chest as you sat beside your boyfriend in your English class. Peter was in the dog house and he knew it. You refused to talk to him. Sure, it was probably childish, no it was most definitely childish but you didn’t have anything nice to say to him so you elected to stay silent. You were acutely aware of him though, the longing glances he kept throwing your way. When the bell rang to dismiss you from the class, you left without even a glance his way. He followed after you with a heavy sigh.
“Y/N, come on, babe. I’m sorry,” he said you gave him a look but didn’t respond, “Please just talk to me.”
You continued through the halls going to your locker. You didn’t look at him because you knew if you did you’d succumb to his puppy dog eyes and his smile. No, you had to hold firm. Teenage boys were like puppies, you had to set your limits earlier on otherwise they’d never respect them. As you opened your locker he leaned heavily on the lockers next to yours.
“I didn’t mean to miss our date. Something came up,” he told you and that earned him another glare. He looked so sure that, that was going to fix everything. It almost made you break your silence. You opened your mouth as if to speak then closed it. Peter groaned as you turned back to your locker and grabbed the needed books. You slammed the locker shut and continued to your next class. A class without Peter, and one you shared with a close friend. When it was time to work independently you immediately launched into talking about Peter.
“Michelle, this is the third date he’s missed,” you complained.
“No, but does it matter? Three dates! Three times! And each time I spent an hour doing my hair and my make up, making myself cute as hell only for him to give me a half ass text saying he can’t come! What the hell is he doing?”
“Homework, maybe? He is a mega nerd,” she offered nonchalantly.
“He has his school work planned out to the max, no way he scheduled a date on a study night. And he calls me on study nights! It has to be something spontaneous, like, like someone else!”
“It better not be,” you were livid at just the thought. To think that your, usually, sweet nerdy boyfriend was cheating just made you want to punch something. Michelle leaned back in her chair and shrugged.
“Listen, girl, I love the both of you. I’ll talk to him for you, if you want.”
“Please do. I just can not begin to imagine what the hell he’s thinking.”
When you got home you went straight to studying. Studying was simple, you didn’t have to think about Peter, or anything else emotionally exhausting. All you had to do was find the answers to your questions and prepare for the next test. However as you got to a particularly hard question you couldn’t help thinking that Peter would be able to explain it so perfectly. If you just called him he’d probably know the answer… and he’d say something sweet… and ask you about how you were feeling… you know, if you weren’t angry with him at the moment. As you were contemplating texting him there was a knock on the door down stairs.
“Y/N! Peter’s here to see you,” your mom called. Your parents loved Peter. He was a straight A student. He was charming and respectful and there was no way they could hate him. You got out of bed and went to meet him down stairs. Your mom had migrated back to her room probably caught in the grips of some show. You and Peter stood across from each other awkwardly.
“I really am sorry about cancelling yesterday,” he said earnestly.
“Why did you cancel? And don’t just say something came up.”
“I can’t tell you the specifics okay.”
“Why not?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice low.
“Because…. I just can’t okay,” he sighed looking away from you.
“Is it… is there someone else,” you asked hesitantly, afraid to ask the question, more afraid for his answer. Logically, you knew you wouldn’t believe him if he just said no, but you also didn’t want him to say yes.
“What? No. I’m just going through some things, and other stuff got in the way.”
You narrowed your eyes at Peter, trying to silently convey that you were still upset, if not more upset than before, “Listen, don’t play with me. I know… I know I have issues, and I know I can be over zealous, and jealous… but I need you…so badly. And it hurts for you to just blow me off and not give me a reason why.” you explained looking down at your feet. Peter took your hand from where it was worrying the hem of you shirt.
“I’m not blowing you off… I just can’t tell you. I’ve got my own issues that I have to work out and I can’t bring you into it.”
“Peter, I love you. I want to help you in anyway I can, but I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s up. I won’t judge you. If you don’t judge me for my problems how can I judge you for yours.”
“It’s not something that simple.” he said softly. You felt tears start welling up in your eyes, and they were products of both frustration and hurt. He pulled you into a hug.
“No, don’t cry. Please don’t do that.”
“I love you… but you’re losing me Peter. I can’t take you just cancelling our plans without so much as a good explanation,” you explained as you pushed away from him. He took in a deep breath and you noticed that he looked glassy eyed.
“I… I see your point of view. I’d be suspicious too.” he looked up at the ceiling obviously thinking, “I cancelled because there was a robbery on fifth, and I had to stop it.”
“The little corner store on fifth it was getting robbed at gun point and I had to stop it.”
“Peter, you can’t be serious!”
“Sh! It’s fine, trust me it wasn’t even that dangerous.”
“You said gun point… you’re fucking with me aren’t you? Peter, if you can’t just tell me the truth then-”
He unzipped her jacket to reveal the suit you knew well from media coverage. Everybody was talking about the masked hero sweeping through Queens.
“… Sooo you’re cosplaying as Spiderman,” you said slowly.
“No, I am Spiderman. I only cancelled our dates so I could save people.”
“Peter, this is a really shitty excuse.”
In an instant a web shot out of his sleeve and connected to a book on the table. The book came flying into his hand and then you believed him. Your face was blank with shock.
“Babe, I only told you because I can’t lose you either… You’re probably the best part of my life right now… baby say something.”
“Oh my god, I’m dating Spiderman,” you whispered.
“…Yes you are. Does that mean we’re good?” he asked tentatively.
“Are you crazy, Peter? What you’re doing is dangerous anything could happen, you idiot,” you hissed at him. He smiled in return and grabbed you in a tight hug.
“You’re worrying about me again, it means you’ve forgiven me,” he said happily.
“And swinging from buildings, what if you miss? Then you’ll just plummet to the ground and your untimely death!”
Peter gathered you up in a hug and kissed your forehead, “I never miss.”
“Oh god, why didn’t it occur to me, every that you missed corresponds with something Spiderman has done. It fits perfectly.”
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he said letting you go and holding you at an arm’s length. He pressed a quick peck to your lips after looking over his shoulder to be sure your mom wasn’t there.
“You’d better, Parker,” you smiled. He grinned back at you, “Oh hey I had a biology question, do you have a minute to stay and help me out.”
“If you were talking to me in biology I probably could have helped you then,” he teased.
“Don’t get smart,” you rebuked, but smiled all the same. It sucked being mad at Peter.
~Mod Lillian (Yeah that was a pretty good song. Thank you for your request.)