peter parker reader insert

(Y/N): Hey, team, gather around!

Tony: What do you need, (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I bought us a Furbie!

Peter P: No way!

Steve: What is that thing?

Natasha: The best invention. Ever.

Thor: What does it do?

Clint: It wobbles and makes weird noises.

Bucky: Sounds… fun? What’s it supposed to be?

Bruce: It can pretty much be anything you want.

Thor: I want to play with it! *grabs it*

Clint: I want it first! *snatches it from Thor*

Natasha: I call dibs! *takes it from Clint*

Peter P: I’m Mister Starks favorite so I should get first pick! *jerks it from Natasha*

The Whole Team: *argues over Furbie*

Furbie: *breaks*

Everyone: *gasp* *is silent*

(Y/N): …I hope you children learned your lesson… This is why we can’t have nice things.

Wield It - P.P

Summary: Mjolnir doesn’t budge for just anyone.

Warnings: cussing, probs some ooc stuff, maybe some mistakes

Word Count: 1.03k

Originally posted by that-awkward-fandom-teen

“You’re still not over that?” Nat asks Tony, a smirk placed upon her lips, everybody chuckling at the idea of the man not letting it go. Peter turns to the only other younger Avenger sitting beside him, their faces holding equal amounts of confusion as the other.

“Over what?” Y/N asks. Tony turns to the young woman, looking over at Peter to see his expression matched hers. His mouth form into an ‘o’ shape, realizing that they weren’t around back then.

The team sits in a circle in the newly installed theater room. The older adults sit around drinking beer, the younger adults drinking wine coolers. The promise of alcohol without the strong effects of over drinking as opposed to the others. Tony mentioned to keep it on the down low, as one is 20 and the other is 19. Thor stands up in his seat, walking over to the coffee table in the middle of the room, setting Mjolnir down on it. He goes back to his seat, looking over at the rest of the team before looking at the two curious adults.

“What was it, three years ago? We were having a night in and we all wanted to see who could lift Thor’s hammer. No one could lift it. Especially Tony.” Steve explains, looking over at the young couple. Peter looks at you, an excited gleam in his eyes.

“Point is, I am worthy of lifting the stupid hammer.” Tony adds, standing up and walking over to the table. “Watch and learn, sweethearts.” he adds, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms out. He lunges one leg forward, grabbing the handle.

Y/N leans back in her seat, getting closer to Peter, looking over at him briefly to see the glimmer of hope in his eyes. What can he say, he still looks up to the man. However, the room is filled with chuckles and cackles from everyone while Tony grunts, stressed out by the lack of movement from the stupid hammer.

“Give it up, Stark. There’s no use!” Thor says, a hearty laugh escaping his lips. He leans back, satisfied that Tony couldn’t lift it. One by one, everybody begins to walk up, attempting to lift the hammer, not budging once. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t budge even with Steve. Thor felt his anxieties go down, terrified that any of the other Avengers could lift it.

“So, if I can lift it, does it mean I’m fit to rule Asgard?” Peter asks, standing up and walking over to it.

“Exactly.” Thor says, excitement bubbling in his stomach at the idea of Peter failing.

Now, Thor loves the young man. His never-ending optimism, his kindness, everything. The boy is a sweetheart and while Thor cares for the young man, he still doesn’t want him to lift it. That’s his hammer, gives him his power. Not entirely, as all of it is him, but often he feel that the hammer gives it an edge-up. So, when he hears minimal grunts and the hammer budging, lifting off the table, his eyes go wide and his heart sinks into his stomach. Peter manages to bring it up above his head for a mere five seconds before it comes crashing down onto the table with a loud bang.

“What the fuck?” Nat says, right on time with Tony and Steve. The room goes quiet as they all look from Peter to Thor and back. Peter holds a wide-eyed expression, unsure what to say. It never budged for anyone! Then comes this noodle-armed boy and he can lift it?

“Looks like Asgard has a new king. Add a second thrown, Golden boy.” Y/N  jokes. Everyone looks over at her, still not sure what to say.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Tony asks. His voice is soft and his tone is lost. Y/N shakes her head, looking over at her boyfriend proudly. Everyone begins to chant, begging her to attempt it, and all she can do is respond by waving a dismissive hand at them.

“No, Asgard already has it new second ruler, give it up for the precious Peter Benjamin Parker.” she tells the group of adults. Steve shakes his head, grabbing her arm and lifting her up. With a sigh, she roll her eyes but lets the man whisk her off to the table.

“It’s not even gonna budge, don’t see why you’re forcing me to try.” Y/N says, her tone filled with boredom now. Everyone is gonna laugh when she fails to list it, so there’s no point in trying. She lazily wraps her hand around the handle, lazily bringing her arm up, refusing to use an ounce of force to lift the thing.

However, it’s when the hammer is held over her head, feeling nearly weightless and remaining up right does it dawn on her. Once more, Thor is left speechless. Not only did Peter manage to lift it, but Y/N was able to easily lift it with no force. Once more, everyone in the room is wide-eyed and speechless, noticing how the young woman looks around, her arm not once becoming tired as she continues to hold the hammer.

“Throw it in the air, see if it comes back to you.” Thor suddenly begins to speak up. She does as he instructed, throwing it out the window. After a few seconds, the hammer comes flying back, landing perfectly into the woman’s palm.

“What the fuck does this mean?” Y/N finally asks, managing to escape the little trance she was in.

“We rule Asgard together. I mean Ideally, Hela and Loki would have ruled with me, but Loki was never to be trusted and Hela is gone.” Thor explains, looking at the hammer that rests in the young woman’s hand, looking as if it belongs there.

Thor holds his hand out, palm open and Mjolnir goes flying to his hand. Peter opens his and it goes flying to his hand. However, this time, it remains, feeling almost weightless to him as well. Y/N opens her hand and the hammer goes flying into her palm. The three continue opening their palms and catching the hammer after another grabs it. The rest of the Avengers watch, dumbfounded as the two youngest Avengers merely play with the hammer.

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Toil and Trouble - T.H (Chapter Two)

“Darling, It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus…”

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A/N: I’ve just realised how little time there is until Hallowe’en, so I’m going to try and write more frequently in order to get this series finished by the 31st. I totally underestimated how mammoth of a task this was to write, considering the oh-so-little free time I have. Yippee.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Yabos. ‘Nuff said.

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Dear Peter Parker - 8 - Disappear

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 1,418

A/N: 10 more to go after this, what did I get myself into?! Lol. Sorry it’s taking so long, my usual spiel about school and work.

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“Really, Peter, my daughter ?” - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary : Peter starts to date Tony Stark’s daughter and the Iron Man isn’t sure he’s liking it…Well, actually, he’s pretty sure he hates it. 

I wanted to write something else than Batfam or DC related for once sooooooo…Here’s a Peter Parker story yo. It has probably been written a thousand times, but after I watched “Spider-Man : Homecoming”, all I wanted to do was writing a story with Peter starting to date Tony’s daughter so…yeah. Here it is. Hope you’ll like it : 

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Peter didn’t really mean for this to happen. Far from it. Oh it would have avoided him a world of troubles if none of this ever happened. 

Nope, totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Besides, when he first met you, he had a massive crush on Liz and had eyes only for her. Oh he was head over heels for her. And, your first encounter wasn’t exactly…a smooth one. 


Months earlier, when Peter helped your father against Captain America: 

It was very soon after the big fight between “Team Iron Man” and “Team Captain America” that you met him. Peter was waiting for  “Mr. Stark” in the Avengers’ watchtower, in one of the waiting lounge. 

An annoying elevator music was playing and Peter was awkwardly sitting in one of the ridiculously fancy chair of the lounge, waiting for…Someone. Anyone really. 

He had been waiting for hours. Did…did they forgot about him ? Nooooo, Mr. Stark would never do that to him. 

And when the door opened, Peter’s heart leapt at the thought of talking to his hero again and…A girl he only saw on TV appeared, hurriedly closing the door behind her. 

You. It was you. The famous (Y/N) Stark, only daughter of the even more famous Tony Stark, and therefor, sole heir to the Stark’s fortune.  

You didn’t even notice Peter at first, as he was sitting in the chair furthest to the door, and when you did, the face you made made him flinch. You seemed so unhappy to see him…

-Who the Hell are you ?

You ask without any other preamble. Peter stands up and clears his throat…and oh he wanted to slap himself when instead of telling you his name he said : 

-You’re…You’re (Y/N) Stark ! 

You roll your eyes at him and approach him slowly, giving him a suspicious look before saying : 

-Thank you, without you, I think I would have never known my own name. I’m so grateful right now…

The sarcasm in your voice was so strong Peter thought he could feel it squeezing his heart and self-confidence. It took him way too long before he finally answered : 

-Peee…Pee…Peter Parker. 

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It Must Be Love

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (female pronouns)

Summary: After spending the day with you, Peter realises something he’s known all along (with Aunt May’s help, of course).

Warnings: Just fluff!

A/N: I don’t own Peter Parker or anything else from the Marvel universe!

Originally posted by parkerpete

Originally posted by thewintersoldiers

“I need to go,” you said regretfully, checking the time on your phone. You were sitting on the floor with your back against Peter’s bed, and he was sprawled out on the mattress behind you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as he draped his arms loosely over your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Please don’t?” he mumbled, nuzzling his crooked nose against your skin. “You could stay, I could lend you pyjamas.”

“Don’t say that,” you chastised him, turning your head slightly so that you could almost look him in the eye. He grinned cheekily at you.

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll end up staying,” you whispered, pecking his lips and smiling against them. Before he could pull you into his arms again, you started packing your textbooks and notebooks into your rucksack, clearing away the evidence of your day spent with Peter.

“It’s cold out, I’ll give you a jacket,” he said as he closed the window, cutting off the draught that neither of you had noticed. You smiled to yourself, watching as he went to his closet and pulled out his waterproof jacket, holding it for you so that you could slip your arms into the sleeves. As you slung your rucksack over your shoulder, Peter zipped the jacket up carefully, tilting your chin up to stop the zipper catching it.

“Peter Parker, the last of the world’s gentlemen,” you teased. He stuck his tongue out at you, before taking your hand and leading you through the apartment.

“May, (Y/N)’s heading home now!” he called to his aunt, who turned in her seat and waved at you.

“Bye honey, have a good night!”

“You too, Mrs Parker…May,” you amended upon seeing the faux stern look on her face. She winked at you as you and Peter made your way to the front door.

“I’ll miss you,” Peter huffed, pulling you close for a hug. You grinned against his chest.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, silly. But I’ll miss you too.”

“Call me when you get home?” he requested, his beautiful brown eyes wide with something between concern and hope. You kissed his cheek lightly, and smiled at the faint pink blush that spread across his skin.

“Always. I’ll see you later, Peter.”

“See you,” he breathed, watching as you headed out the door and towards the elevator. “(Y/N) wait!” he called, jogging after you.

You turned, confused. “Did I forget something?”

Peter grinned at you as he stopped in front of you. “Yup. This.” He tilted your chin up to kiss you sweetly, smiling against your lips.

“Well I’m glad you remembered,” you muttered, kissing him again. “Now I really do need to go, or I’ll never be allowed out again.”

“You better go then. I wouldn’t survive if I couldn’t see you every day,” he told you, making no move to let you go. You sighed affectionately, pushing gently at his chest to get him to go back to his apartment.

“You need to stop saying cute stuff, I’ll never be able to leave if you don’t,” you grinned, stepping into the elevator and not taking your eyes off of him as the doors slid shut.

“I love you,” he whispered, too late for you to have heard. He turned back to step into his apartment, his heart feeling at least three sizes bigger in his chest and a giddy smile taking over his face.

Peter curled up in the worn armchair across from May, a lovestruck smile pulling his lips back to expose almost straight teeth as he hugged a cushion to his chest. His aunt beamed at him, immediately diagnosing his symptoms.

“You and (Y/N) are doing well,” she commented, noticing that he bypassed his usual reaction of blushing and ducking his head in favour of an even wider grin.

“She’s just so amazing, y’know? I never really realised I was missing her until I found her.” He screwed his face up, running a hand through his caramel curls. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”

May shook her head instantly. “That’s exactly how I felt with your uncle Ben.”

Peter’s face softened at the mention of his late uncle, something that had dulled to an ache over the years stirring in his heart. He recognised the misty look in his aunt’s eyes, and moved to sit on the arm of the sofa beside her. He draped an arm over her shoulders and she leaned into his side.

“I think I love her, May,” he said quietly. The older woman smiled knowingly, looking up at the boy who was as good as her son.

“I think you do, too,” she told him. “What’s more, I think she loves you.”

He let out a giddy huff of laughter, looking down at his aunt. “You really think so?”

“Oh definitely. The way she looks at you is not the way a girl looks at someone she just likes.”

Peter bit his lip to stop his grin splitting his face in half. “How do I tell her? I have to tell her.”

“You tell her every day, and every time something reminds you of her. You make sure that no one ever feels more loved than your girl does with you.”

He nodded to himself, resolving to do just that. At that moment, his phone started ringing in his pocket and a photo of you flashed on his screen.

“I’m gonna tell her now,” he decided, beaming at the photo. “Thanks, May.”

He kissed his aunt’s forehead before hurrying through to his bedroom to answer the phone, missing the nostalgic smile on May’s face as your voice filled his ears.

“Hey Peter-”

“I love you.”

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Dinner Discussion
  • Steve: It's so nice to just sit down and talk together fo-
  • Peter: OK but if olive oil is made from olives...
  • Y/N: Then baby oil-
  • Clint: sTOP
I Knew It! Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1,019 

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Soulmate AU 

Featuring: Peter Parker and you :), mentions Ned Leeds

Summary: You’re convinced that your best friend is your soulmate. Your timer says otherwise. On the day your timer is supposed to go off, Spider-Man shows up at your window. 

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first one-shot ever, so if it sucks that’s why. I wrote this a bit ago and finally got the courage to post it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy.

Originally posted by hardyness

Part 2

You always wondered if your timer worked. Everyone else’s seemed to. They always found their soulmate and was content, at least to your knowledge. 

But your experience was different. You felt like you already met your soulmate, but the timer didn’t go off when you met him. You were absolutely certain the sweet, dorky, science-loving, cute nerd that was your best friend was it. He understood you, helped you out, comforted you, and (most importantly, in your opinion) helped you out with homework. Of course, with this thinking, you obviously had a huge crush on him. I mean, come on, who doesn’t have a crush on Peter Parker?

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Ugh [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by red-hoocl

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader [Female pronouns are used but not much]

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Pain [and Satans Waterfall] etc

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane!


Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling- though, it was usually at ungodly hours of the night. You wondered what he could possibly be doing to have you waking up at three in the morning, fighting back a scream. Was he some sort of thug? Did he get into fights at three in the morning just because? Some nights were worse than others- and just a few weeks ago, it felt like you were being crushed by something. It terrified you because it felt like your soulmate was going to die- but then the crushing feeling stopped. You thought that’d be the end of it- but then it felt like you were falling and then crashing to the ground. You must’ve screamed all night that night.

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Being pregnant with Tom's child would include...
  • Finding out the very next day he left for his latest movie press tour
  • Panicking because you knew he’d be gone for at least five or six months
  • “Shit, what am I going to do?”
  • Telling your best friend first
  • “Shit Y/N, what are you going to do?”
  • “Why thank you for your help!”
  • Deciding not to tell him until he came home
  • Him worrying one day he called you because you were extra sensitive and missed him a lot
  • Your mom going to your scans and check-ups with you
  • “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
  • “WHAT THE F-”
  • Calling Tom like every two hours after knowing this
  • “Baby, when are you coming back?”
  • “I dunno, probably in like two months, why?”
  • “Oh… nothing, I just miss you so much!”
  • Crying everytime after hanging up
  • Except one time you didn’t
  • And Tom heard you sobbing your lungs out
  • And he got so worried he took the first flight home
  • He arrived late at night
  • Only to find you laying on your side on the couch, with a duvet, watching a movie and eating chocolate covered popcorn
  • “Y/N?”
  • Dropping the bowl
  • Looking at him with wide eyes
  • “Tom?”
  • “Yeah, it’s me baby, are you alright?”
  • You immediately standing up to run and hug him
  • Your five-month belly already showing under your pajamas
  • Running to his arms and him holding you, shocked, believing he was imagining things
  • But when you pulled away
  • And he saw you
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes
  • “Y/N what the fuck”
  • “…surprise?”
  • Him asking a LOT of questions
  • “How long have you known?”
  • “How far along are you?”
  • “Is it a boy or a girl?”
  • “TWINS?”
  • “Oh my I need to sit”
  • Showing him all the scan pictures you got
  • “Tom… are you crying?”
  • “No, I just, I got something in my eye it’s all”
  • Tom apologising for being absent for so long
  • And calling EVERYONE
  • “HAZ, I’M HAVING TWINS! Well, Y/N is, but, ya know what I mean…”
  • “Mom, guess what? We’re having twins!”
  • “Jacob, oh my goodness, I’m going to be a dad! TWINS!”
  • Him having to go back to work but promising he’d spend every minute with you as soon as the tour is over
  • But you offered him a different deal
  • And leaving with him for the rest of the tour
  • The whole cast of the movie taking care of you by Tom’s request
  • Especially Harrison
  • “Y/N why are you standing up you need to sit down here take my chair”
  • Going back home a month and half later
  • By then you were six and a half months pregnant
  • So, according to the doctor that left you like a month to prepare everything you needed
  • Tom refusing to let you carry anything heavy
  • Preparing and ensambling their nursery almost all by himself
  • You having to rest completely from the beginning of your seventh month
  • And just as the doctor predicted,
  • you went into early labor…
  • …a month and half early
  • “Tom, the babies are coming.”
Not Another Teen Romance- Peter x Reader (1/16)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Summary: Y/N is Tony Stark’s daughter who has been homeschooled her whole life. She tries to convince her dad to let her go to school so she can have the experience of being a normal kid. He agrees to let her enroll the following year. The summer before her first year of school is an experience quite unlike any other as she meets her soon to be classmates and one person in particular that stands out amongst all the rest.

A/N: As of right now this is not a completed series but I promise I won’t go on along hiatus or anything. Right now I’m writing like a chapter a day and I already have three chapters written so I’ll likely be done by next week. This is my new series that I’m starting, I hope you all like it. This is kinda the prequel to the whole story so Peter’s not in this part but I promise he’s in the rest. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in it and make sure to follow me and turn on notifications so you know when I upload the next part. Feel free to send in requests or contact me for any reason


Word Count: 1,279

Warnings: None

Summers are always the best time of the year. The warm weather has rolled around, all the ice cream shops have opened up, and you get to spend all your time with your friends. That is, if you had friends your age. Being homeschooled all of your life doesn’t really give you many opportunities to make friends. You finally convinced your dad to consider letting you go to High School for your last year.

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Tony: Okay, people, listen up! Fury thinks that we’ve had “low morale” so he said we have to get a pet. Any suggestions?

Thor: I’ve heard great things about the creature called a dog!

Bucky: Pfft, why get a dog when we can get a wolf?

Steve: No wolves! How about a cat? Everybody likes cats.

Scott: Not everybody, a cat once tried to kill me! What about an ant farm?

Sam: Ants are lame! Besides, you already have your little ant friends over. I’m thinking we should get a falcon!

Clint: A Hawk is way better than a falcon!

Loki: We’re getting a snake.

Bruce: This is a team decision, Loki. I don’t care what pet we get as long as it stays out of the lab.

Rhodey: How about a fish? They’re easy to take care of and are quiet.

Peter P: A spider!

Natasha: A black widow spider!

Wanda: What about a cheetah? They’re really fast…

Vision: That’s a great idea, Wanda, but cheetahs are not a common pet.

(Y/N): I think we should get- oh look, a snake!

Thor: (Y/N), no-

(Y/N) holding the snake: Who’s a pretty snake? You are, yes you are! Oh, you’re so sweet!

Thor: Wait, is that a normal snake? May I hold it? I love snakes!

(Y/N): Yep, here you go.

Loki: MBLERGH it’s me!

Thor: Ahh! Why’d you stab me?

Loki: To prove that snakes can decide who to attack. Plus, I would never stab Lady (Y/N)! See Stark, snakes are far superior to any other animal.

Tony: We are definitely not getting a snake.

Freshman Year In Queens Would Include...

- Moving to Queens and transferring to Midtown High School of Science and Technology.

~ Or as you put it: “The nerd school where I will literally be a loser amidst losers.”

- Meeting Peter Parker and Ned Leeds in seventh period math class. You arrived late and had to sit in the back between their desks. They don’t pay you much attention until Evelyn O’ Connor sticks gum in your hair while the teacher is out of the classroom. 

- Your previous shy and quiet demeanor changes to boss ass bitch attitude in a matter of seconds. Instead of exploding you calmly picked the gum from your hair and and used it to stick a “kick me” sign on Evelyn’s back.


- The entire rest of the period is you making rude hand gestures and faces at Evelyn’s back while Peter and Ned try not to laugh. Ned loses it when you manage to draw a dick on the back of Evelyn’s expensive white blouse without her knowing.

~ The teacher asks why you guys are laughing and you have a mini heart attack, terrified that they will tell on you.

~ Peter says he told a funny joke and the teacher believes him. You almost hug him right then and there.

- Ned invited you to sit with them at lunch.

- Meeting Flash Thompson for the first time when he tips over Ned’s food tray because “He doesn’t need to eat anymore or he’ll get even fatter.”

~ Yelling at Flash until he gives Ned enough money to buy more lunch plus ten bucks as a fee for being an asshole. 


- You are now den mother and certified protector of Ned Leeds and Peter Parker.

- Denying that Peter is cute but secretly hoping that he would like you back until you find out he likes Liz Allan. After that you focus on getting him to ask Liz out because compared to her you look like the inside of someone’s asshole. (Which is sad but come on, everyone looks like trash compared to Liz Allan. (And did you get the Deadpool reference?))


~”ARE YOU INSANE?! Oh you are, aren’t you?”

- Friday Movie Nights at Peter’s apartment are born and they are EPIC. Peter always wants to watch Star Wars and you want Star Trek. (It usually ends in a pillow fight.) Ned asks for Disney movies and gets a pillow chucked at his head.

- You sign up for debate club and Model United Nations where you meet Michelle Jones, who quickly becomes your friend. Together you slay the competition at meetings.

- Peter joins photography (cuz I wanted some of Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker in the mix.) and the mathletes with Ned.

- Actually getting top marks and sometimes outsmarting Peter, which he is not happy about. You are one of the smartest people in your grade, no doubt.

- Calling Michelle nicknames like “Mickey” and “Mick” even though it drives her crazy. 

- Discovering Peter has social anxiety like you and offering to have lunch in the storage closet if the cafeteria is too hectic. 

- Having a code word for when one of you has a panic attack or is feeling stressed. 

~ Having a code word for EVERYTHING ranging from “I’m bored let’s skip class” to “Oh my god Liz Allan is walking this way act cool.”

- Becoming VERY protective of the gang. A senior once tried to trick Peter on Senior Prank Day and you stared him down until the poor guy ran away. 

- Finding out Peter’s parents died and he lives with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

~ Growing to love May like a mother and always hanging out at the Parker residence. 

- Freshman year ends with a bang. (No seriously like a fifth of the kids “do the do” on the last day IN SCHOOL and it’s kinda gross.)

- Uncle Ben dies and you stay at Peter’s apartment for a week to keep him company, not knowing he blames himself for Uncle Ben’s death. Peter never told you how Uncle Ben died but you refrained from asking. 

- Spiderman makes headlines as the new crime fighting vigilante and captures your interest. 

- You were walking home from an internship a Stark Industries™ and saw your favorite bookstore being robbed. For some stupid reason you decided to delay the robbers until the cops could arrive. 

~ “HEY UGLY! Considering the fact that you’re a criminal, I don’t think you’d be too smart-so why are ya looting a book store?”

~ Realizing the guy has two other friends and the only thing that goes through your mind is “oh shit.”

- A bigger guy holds the knife to your throat and keeps you hostage until Spiderman swings through the window to help. 

~ Him taking down all the bad guys except the one who is holding you at knife point. 

~ “Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her faster than you can say Spiderman. Now let go of my buddies, leave the cash on the ground and I’ll give her ba-”

~ You kick the robber in the crotch and knock him to the ground, grabbing his knife and pointing it at him. 

~ “You know you should really keep the monologue short if ya want to get away. Just saying.”

- Spiderman being in awe at what you did.

~ “How did you-He just-You took down a guy with a knife!” 

- Rushing home to find Peter pacing around, waiting for you.

~ “You tried to stop a robbery?”

“How did you-”

“It was-uh… on the news?”

- You dismissed the nervous tone to his voice. The two of you ended up pretending not to cuddle on the couch, even though Peter’s arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder.

- The rest of the summer went quickly, the only eventful thing being your promotion at Stark Industries™ from unpaid intern to lab assistant. 

Another submission for @hollandroos drabble challenge!

Prompt 40: “I thought you weren’t going to come home.”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

You weren’t expecting to get this particular phone call. You weren’t expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night and get told that this nightmare you had been living in was about to be over.

It had been four long months since you had seen Peter Parker. Four months of not hearing his laughter, four months of not being able to listen to his corny pick up lines and listening to how excited he got when he came up with a new web formula.

It had been almost 122 days since you had gotten to kiss him or feel him wrap his arms around you. 122 days since you had felt like you were at home with your person, the person you were convinced had been hand made for you.

You are on auto-pilot when you got in your car, thankful that you knew your way to the compound like the back of your hand. Your mind was too preoccupied anyways, emotions mixing in with logical thoughts, clouding how you truly felt.

When you pulled up to the compound, you took a deep breath, giving yourself a little bit of a pep talk before walking in. You tried to keep your expectations low, tried not to think about all of the worst case scenarios that were possibly about to become your reality.

Stepping into the elevator, you leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around your body. You were trying to hold yourself together, just for a little bit longer.

As soon as the doors opened, you lifted up your head, eyes clouded with tears as you saw those familiar brown curls that were never going to stay gelled down. Before you could even think, you started running towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

Burying your head in his neck, you finally let out all of the emotions that you had been holding in, allowing yourself to finally cry for the first time in 122 days.

“I thought you weren’t going to come home.” You sobbed, pulling Peter closer to you, fingers threading through the curls at the nape of his neck. He held you close to his body, allowing himself to get familiar with the scent of your shampoo and the way your body felt underneath his fingers.

“I know, I’m so sor—“ Peter choked on his words, his sobs mixing with yours in the air, finally letting himself cry now that he was home with you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I made you worry and made you lose sleep.” He kept repeating himself over and over again, the word sorry flowing off his lips when each kiss to your face.

Leaning your head up, your hands cupped his cheeks, wiping away the tears that were staining his cheeks. Rubbing your nose against his, you closed your eyes and smiled at how familiar this felt to you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Peter. You’re home with me now, it’s okay. You’re home and you’re here.” You whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.” He smiled, his grip getting tighter as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. Fresh tears fell down your cheeks at the feeling of him kissing you. Kissing him made you feel like you were finally home again.

“You’re home.” You whispered, closing your eyes and pressing your forehead against his.

“I’m home babe, I’m home.”

Ugh Masterlist

Finished as of 2-02-2018

Pairing: Peter x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of pain etc

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane..

Part One- “Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling-..”

Part Two- “You didn’t know super-heroes had soulmates that were regular people.“

Part Three- “Could you really handle knowing he was out throwing himself at danger? Would you ever be strong enough to?“

Part Four- “His breath caught in his throat- from your words and the way his name sounded coming from your lips.“

Part Five- “I don’t want you.

Part Five Point Five- “Imagine feeling this alone- imagine seeing the sad numb faces of people around you with no tie to anyone.“

Part SixDid heroes need saving?

Part Seven- “This time around, he was running from you.

Part Eight- “Was this what you deserved?”

Part Nine- “..though you couldn’t tell who’s scream was louder, Peter’s or everyone else’s..”

Part Ten- “Peter Parker was going to have to live alone- grieving for a soulmate he never got the chance to love or even know.”

Part Eleven-He was mad at himself. If he had just stayed like his gut told him to- if he had reacted faster, had a better grip on his Spider-Sense, you wouldn’t be here. You’d be fine.”

End- ““Ugh..”, she whispered into the stars, “Finally..””

Cracked Lenses

Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Where Peter Parker accidentally breaks your glasses one stormy afternoon.

a/n: soooo this is prolly one of my fav things i’ve ever written!! sorry if you don’t wear glasses but i do and i thought it’d be fun to feature them in a fic.

also can we acknowledge that this is my third post today???? what the hell is happening to me omg

Shivering a bit, you reach up and pull your hoodie tighter around your head. You could feel the pitter patter of rain on your head, the droplets running down your face and covering your glasses in streams of water, puddles splashing up to touch the bottoms of your legs. You loved storms, but walking in the rain can get a little cold. Of course, you were wearing a t-shirt and shorts; thank god you’d packed that hoodie in your bag that morning. It was the last day of school, and you were headed to the opticians office to pick up your brand new glasses.

As you were walking, you had to constantly remove your glasses to wipe off the water so you could see. Seeing that your vision obstructed by water yet again, you took the glasses from your face, holding them delicately in one hand while the other reached for a cloth to wipe them off. Just as you turned to fish through your pocket, a figure came running into your side, effectively knocking your glasses out of your hand and onto the wet pavement.

Quickly bending to pick them up, you stifled a gasp. They were completely shattered. You glanced up angrily to see a blurry figure standing in front of you, profusely apologizing.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I am SO so so sorry!” he said, audibly gulping, “Uh, I’ll- I’ll pay for them to be, uh, fixed!”

Instead of answering, you slowly neared the boy. Since you didn’t have your glasses, you had no way of seeing who it was clearly unless they were about half a foot away from you. You stopped in front of him, squinting to try to recognize him. Still unable to see who it was, you continued to lean in until his face was right in front of yours. At this distance, you could finally clearly see his deep brown eyes, droplets of water running down his features.

“Umm…” he swallowed yet again, “What- what’re you doing?”

“It’s Peter, right?” you ignored his question, asking one of your own in order to put a name to the face in front of you.

“Y-yeah, that’s…” he continued to scan your face, drinking in every small detail, “that’s me…”

Clearing your throat, you took a step backwards, “Sorry, couldn’t see you without my glasses. My name’s Y/N. I think we had chem together?”

“Uhhhh…” he was frozen until you gently grabbed his shoulder, “Yeah! Yeah, we were. Um, I’m really really sorry about those. What can I do to help?”

“Well,” you sighed, looking around, “I was actually headed to the eye doctor right before you ran into me, but I can’t really get there now that I can’t see anything.”

You saw the outline of his face change, and assumed that his face brightened due to a new idea popping into his brain, “Ooh! I can walk you there. Here, take my arm?”

“Peter. I can see well enough to not trip, I just need help navigating since it’s busy on the roads and I can’t read things.”

“Oh, ahem, yeah. Sorry.” he looked away, leading you to conclude he had an embarrassed look on his face.

After a moment’s hesitation, you walked up and grabbed onto his arm, “Better safe than sorry, right?” you smiled up at him.

He shook his head and began to walk forward, steering you around the sidewalks and towards your destination. After a few minutes, you broke the silence, “So, where were you going that’s so important, anyways?”

He froze in place, causing you to jerk backwards and fall onto the wet pavement below. “Oh god, I am so sorry, Y/N!” he pleaded as he grabbed your hands and pulled you off the ground.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your tailbone gingerly. “Wow. That wasn’t exactly the answer I was expecting.”

“God, I’m so sorry,” you could hear the worry in his voice, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sighed, “This will make a great story someday, I guess.”

You could see the blurry outline of a soft smile, so you returned it as you grabbed his arm again. You wish you could say that the rest of the walk was fairly uneventful, but you were most definitely wrong.

Just as the two of you were about to walk across a crosswalk, a car came speeding down the lane, right towards the two of you.

“Y/N, get back!” Peter yelled, his spidey senses going haywire.

“Wha-” he grabbed your arm and jerked you back towards him, pulling you out of the way of the oncoming car. As he was pulling you back, your leg somehow twisted with his, causing you to roll your ankle over. You hissed in pain as the car zoomed by, honking at both of you.

“Jesus, are you good?” he asked, following your gaze down to your ankle, “Can you walk on it?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-” you whimpered as soon as you put weight on it, causing Peter to raise an eyebrow at you. He knew you would probably play it off as nothing, so he walked in front of you and scooped your legs up in each arm, setting you on his back piggyback style. “It’s fine, I’ll just carry you the rest of the way.”

“Peter, you really don’t have to-” you started, feeling terrible for making him carry you.

“No, it’s my fault. Besides, I’m pretty strong,” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fine, let’s just go. I don’t wanna be any later than I already will be.”

Peter hiked you up one last time and set off towards the opticians office. This time, you could safely say that the rest of the walk was normal (except for the fact that you were getting a piggyback ride from Peter Parker.) You refrained from asking him any questions in an attempt to remain off of the damp ground.

As you walked further and further, you felt yourself begin to drift off. Peter was surprisingly strong, which meant you barely even had to hold on because he was holding you so tightly. After a few minutes of nodding off, you relented and layed your chin over the top of his shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately afterwards. Peter took a glance backwards at you, admiring the way the raindrops clung to your lashes and the peaceful look you had while sleeping.  After a moment, he turned back around and continued to walk (he didn’t want to trip and drop you again.)

About 10 minutes later, Peter finally saw the opticians office on the corner. He took a moment to gently shake you awake, “Psst, Y/N,” he said quietly, “We’re here.”

“Mmm..” you mumbled and snuggled your face into his neck, “You’re so snuggly… like a warm teddy bear…” Almost immediately afterward the words tumbled out of your tired mouth, you realized what you’d just said and jerked your head up. “Oh god, Peter, I didn’t-”

Peter cut you off with a small laugh, “It’s fine, really. Here, do you think you can walk in or do you want me to carry you in there?”

“I don’t need to make some sort of grand appearance,” you lightly slapped his chest from behind, “Set me down, I got this.”

He accepted your request and sat you down lightly behind him. You winced slightly when you put pressure on the ankle, but after moving it around a bit, you were able to limp inside the building on your own.

The people working there were slightly confused as to why you were drenched, limping, and blind, but they didn’t ask any questions. They simply handed you your new frames, fit them to your face, and sent you on your way. As you slid the new glasses smoothly onto your nose and behind your ears, you sighed with relief. Everything was crisp and clear again; it was like a breath of fresh air.

After you’d gathered your things and paid for the new lenses and frames, you exited the building, expecting to walk home alone. Instead, you saw a drenched Peter Parker leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

“Peter?” you asked tentatively, unsure as to why he stayed for you, “What’re you still doing out here?”

His head jerked up and he smiled when his eyes met yours. You couldn’t help but smile as well; it was wonderful to be able to see his cute face clearly. “I, um, just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime this summer? I know that today was kinda rough, but I had a lot of fun talking to you…” he looked down at his wet shoes, hoping you’d say yes.

“Sure, as long as you can give me a lift home,” you winked, “Oh, and try not to hurt me on the way home? I’ll sue.”

The two of you laughed together as you jumped up onto his back, excited about the future of your relationship.

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My Friend: Hey, who do you think is going to die in Infinity War? Because I think that……

Me: *Puts my hand over their mouth* No, we aren’t going to discuss that, no one is going to die anytime soon. Especially not any of my boys. I swear that I will beat that purple thumb’s ass into outer space if he even takes a breath in the same air as one of them.

*Takes my hand off their mouth slowly*

My Friend: You’re absolutely insane you know that right.

Me: No, I’m just optimistic as hell.

Wearing Your Clothes: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Spiderman is caught off guard when he sees Y/N wearing Peter’s clothes… (Reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman).

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: slow burn


Knock, knock.

You gasped and looked over to see Spiderman at your window.

“Creep, much?” You laughed unlatching the window and pushing it open, breathing in the cool night air, “And you know, if you wanted to see me, I have a perfectly functioning front door that you could’ve used…”

“Front doors are boring,” he shooed.

“Front doors aren’t three stories high and accessed by a fire escape. If anything besides that is considered boring then I don’t know how I could possibly be any more interesting.”

“Aw, come on. You’re way more interesting.”

You smiled, pressing on, “So, what do you want, Spiderspawn?”

“‘Spiderspawn?’ Damn, what have I done this time?”

“Nothing, I just don’t know what else to call you,” you replied, sitting on the edge of your window, “You still refuse to tell me your name.”

“Well, calling me Spiderman would work just fine…”

“I feel like ‘Spiderman’ is only used for all those damsels in distress as they swoon into your arms after you’ve saved them,” you put the back of your hand against your forehead and leaned sideways dramatically.

He snorted, “Not a single girl has ever done that.”

“Good, and I won’t be the first,” you chuckled.

He laughed along with you for a moment before his eyes caught a glimpse of your t-shirt.

You frowned, following his line of vision and looking down. You stretched out the fabric so you could see the ‘Han Shot First’ lettering better.

“Oh, yeah,” you looked back up at him “you a Star Wars fan I’m guessing?” You asked him, curiously.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, a little distantly. You weren’t sure why he had the weird tone, but you ignored it. He got like that sometimes. There were always times when Spiderman would get quiet or reserved and you had no clue as to what was going on in his head. But you’d gotten used to it by now.

“Well, honestly, I don’t even fully know what this shirt means,” you laughed, “It’s actually not mine.”

“Really?” He asked, though the response was a little hollow.

“Yeah, it belongs to my…” crush “friend. He left it at my house last week.”

“So… you just… wear all your friends shirts normally??”

“Not really, no… his shirts are just… super comfortable, I guess.”

Spiderman cocked his head in confusion. Yeah, you’d have to agree that wasn’t your best lie. But you also knew if you came right out and told him you had a crush on someone, Spiderman would tease you til the end of the century.

You sighed, “I don’t know, I just find them comforting,” you smiled to yourself, “I like falling asleep to the smell of his cologne. It’s just… nice.”

Spiderman didn’t really say anything in response- which was surprising, you’d assumed he would immediately jump down your throat with the “ooooooh does Y/N have a crush?!?” and the “what’s his name? tellmetellmetellme” like most of your other friends would’ve.

“Huh,” he said instead, “That’s… cool.”

You arched an eyebrow, “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nope, nope, not at all, whatsoever,” he replied quickly, “I think that’s a perfectly acceptable thing to do and that you should definitely continue doing it,” he assured you.

You furrowed your brow, unsure of why he was being so odd today, “Well… alright then. Thanks for the… approval?” You chuckled.

He gave a forced chuckle in response.

“Alright, well, I do have homework, so I can’t stay out all night with you,” you sighed, climbing back into your room, “I’ll catch you later, though?”

“Definitely,” he smiled.

You smiled back, giving him a small wave as he climbed toward the edge, shot a web, and jumped away into the night.


Oh!” You exclaimed, stopping Peter before he walked out the door. You grabbed the Star Wars shirt that was sitting on top of your dresser, “I just remembered! You forgot this here a couple weeks ago.”

Peter gave it a bizarre smile before looking back up at you, “Thanks! I totally forgot about it…”

“Yeah, no problem! I was just doing laundry the other day and caught that in the mix. Figured you might want it back.” More like I’d worn it to bed every night until it had completely lost the smell… “It’s clean from being in my laundry, but be warned, it probably smells like me now so you might want to wash it again.” Again, you had washed it, but considering the amount of times you’d worn it and how it’s been staying in your room for a couple weeks, it very much smells like your perfume now.

“Thanks so much,” he grinned anyway.

“Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled back, in that weird way he’d been smiling recently. Like he knew something you didn’t.

You closed the door, thinking.

Maybe he was going to surprise you with some gift. Yeah, that must be it. Your birthday was in the next month.

Ooh, him and Ned were probably coming up with a really great present…

You smiled, before sighing and heading back to your room.

You cleaned up a few of the snack wrappers the two of you had left during your studying, before your eye caught a blue sweater.

“You’re kidding,” You said to yourself, your mouth twisting upward into a massive grin.

You knelt down next to the sweater and held it up in front of you.

Yup. Peter’s signature blue sweater.

You bit your lip to hold back your excitement as you slipped your own sweatshirt off and slid on his.

You nuzzled your nose deep into the fabric and smelled. God. How the hell did Peter smell so GOOD?

You turned to the mirror on your wall to get a look. You smiled at how big the sweater was on you.

You ran a hand through your hair moving your head around to look at different angles.

If you may say so yourself, you looked adorable.

If only Peter and you were dating, and you could steal his clothes all the time.

Knock knock.

You spun around and beamed as you saw Spiderman waiting outside your window.

“Perfect timing,” you told him, unlatching and opening the window.

“Timing is my specialty.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Though, posing in a mirror might be yours,” he replied, grinning.

Your cheeks burned, “You saw that?”

He chuckled, “Don’t be embarrassed, it was… cute.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“Is the sweater new or something?”

“Um… you could say that…”

“It’s from that guy again, isn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up,” you knocked his shoulder playfully, attempting to hide your embarrassment.

“Well, I-“

Police sirens interrupted you from your conversation and you both turned to see them rushing down the street in the distance.

“And that’s my cue,” he frowned.

“I’ll see ya later, Spidey.”

“Later,” he smiled back.

You gave him a small wave before he jumped out of sight.


“Hey,” Liz greeted, stepping through your doorstep and closing the door behind her, “You ready to go to the game or-” she paused as she caught a look at you, “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re wearing another one of Peter’s shirts again, aren’t you?”

“He leant it to me this time!” You argued, “I had been talking at lunch about how I didn’t own any Mets shirt, and he said he had a few so he gave me one of his jerseys for tonight! Come on, you can’t expect me not to wear any gear to the game! What else am I supposed to do?”

“Gee, maybe tell Peter that you’re head over heels for him so he can lend you his clothes every day and you can be a couple?”

“Ugh, don’t even, Liz. He doesn’t think of me that way.”

“Oh come on, Y/N-”

“No, don’t ‘come on’ me! You, Michelle, and I all lend each other clothes all the time, so you can’t act like this means anything. He’s just helping out a friend, nothing else,” you said, sternly, “Now let’s go, because I promised we’d meet Ned and Peter outside and they’ve already been waiting for like ten minutes.”

Liz sighed but followed you out of your house nonetheless and down the stairs to the street.

“It fits!” Peter beamed at your jersey as you stepped out the door.

You laughed, “Yup, perfectly.”

“Maybe I should give you my clothes more often,” he joked.

You forced a laugh slightly, because you knew he wasn’t being serious despite how much you wanted him to be.

“Or you could just lend me your hat,” You teased instead, slipping the cap off of his head and right onto your own. You smiled up at him from under the bill before skipping away down the street so he couldn’t take it back from you.

(Not that he would’ve wanted to.)


“Does any of your closet belong to you anymore?” Spiderman laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest which displayed a sweatshirt with the Death Star from Star Wars. A sweatshirt that you most certainly didn’t own.

“Oh, shut up.”

“But, really, how can someone’s clothes be so comfortable that they’re all you will only wear?”

You furrowed your brow, “Do you seriously still think that’s why I wear his clothes?”

Spiderman frowned, not sure where this was headed.

“Spidey, I just said that so you’d get off my case. I don’t actually wear them because he uses better detergent or something…”

“Then, why do you wear them?”

You looked at him for a moment. Was it seriously not blaringly obvious?!

“Cuz I like him.”

He furrowed his brow, “Well, you like Liz, and Michelle, and me, but you don’t-”

“No, no, dude,” you laughed, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, “I like him.”

Spiderman didn’t respond for a moment. And then for two moments. Then three.

“What?” he asked suddenly.

“Was that not clear?” You chuckled, “All the rest of my friends can spot my crush from miles away, I’m surprised it took so long for you to catch onto it.”

“That’s, well, that’s-” Spiderman shook his head, attempting to figure out what to say, “That’s great, Y/N. That’s really great. Um, will you excuse me, though? I just remembered I had a thing that I was supposed to be at right now. Uh, I’ll talk to you later though? Yeah?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Great, bye!” He zipped off your fire escape and into the night.

You frowned. What the hell??

Why did he always get so freaked out whenever you brought up a boy? He never freaked out when you talked about Liz or Michelle.

Oh shit what if he’s jealous of Peter?

You shooed that thought away. No way. There’s no way freaking Spiderman would just like a regular citizen like you. Nor was there any way Peter Parker would like someone like you either. You were just imagining things.

You nuzzled deeper into Peter’s sweatshirt and climbed back into your room, deciding to just forget about the superhero’s odd actions.


“Oh, wait, Peter,” you called after the boy as he began walking back down the sidewalk to his own apartment. You unzipped the hoodie he had lent you when it started to rain ten minutes ago. “You forgot your hoodie!” you told him, tugging it off of you.

But he only smiled and shrugged at you, “Eh, why don’t you just keep it for the night? It’s all wet anyway, you can put it in the laundry and give it back to me Monday at school.”

You smiled to yourself, “Oh, alright. Sounds like a plan.”

He gave you one more smile before turning around and continuing back home through the rain.

You grinned once he was out of sight and almost bounded up to your bedroom with happiness.

The hoodie had lost some of his scent in the rain, but the smell of rain now reminded you of how you two had run around and played in the rain on your walk home- and that was even better.

You closed your bedroom door behind you and leaned against it, sliding your hands into your pockets with content.

Your bliss was short lived however, as it was replaced with curiosity when your right hand touched something in the pocket.

You slipped it out, and saw a small yellow paper folded up.

Ah, it was probably one of Peter’s Post-It’s from English class, you thought to yourself as you opened it, that boy needs to learn how to use a trash-

You froze as you looked at the message. You blinked. You shook your head. You flipped it to the backside. No way. This couldn’t be real.

Y/N, will you go out with me?

W h a t. You turned back to the door. Had he seriously…

You looked back down at the message. This couldn’t be happening. Since when did Peter even like you back?!?! Let alone be ready to ask you out!!

You put your hand on the doorknob to go flag Peter down and ask him to explain, but a knocking at your window stopped you.

You bit your lip, not wanting to let Peter go but not wanting to just ignore Spiderman.

You flipped around ready to explain the situation to Spiderman, but instead found Peter, smiling meekly as he gave you a little wave from the fire escape.

It took everything in you not to completely run to the window.

You quickly latched it open and climbed through, “Did you mean it?” You held up the Post-It.

“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting a surprise like this,” you laughed slightly.

“But was it a good surprise?” He asked hesitantly.

You smiled, and put your hand on his cheek, leaning it, “I don’t know yet. You tell me.”

You waited one more moment before leaning forward and closing the distance.

His arms slipped around your waist and pulled you closer against him, and you had to resist making a noise at how wonderful it felt to be this close to him.

Having his clothes was one thing, but having him truly there himself was infinitesimally better.


“Spiderspawn!” You practically screeched as you launched your window open, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! So much has happened! Look,” you motioned down to the blue sweater and the fluffy socks you’d borrowed from Peter, “I’m wearing his clothes and this time it’s with his knowledge!” You laughed.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…”

You blinked, all your excitement washing away. Panic rose in your stomach. What if he was about to tell you he liked you? What if your jealousy suspicions had been right? Oh, god, you were finally in a happy relationship with your dream crush and now you might have to turn down your other dream crush? Why was everything always so complicated!

“Sure, go for it,” you said anyway.

“Here, come on out,” he motioned.

You sighed and made your way through the window frame, then sat down next to him, kicking your legs off the edge of the fire escape through the railing.

“There’s something I’ve been hiding from you. I don’t know how to tell it to you, but you need to know.”


“Y/N, I think that-”

“Ihaveaboyfriend!” you blurted, suddenly, unable to wait anymore. You cringed at your lack of subtlety. But you didn’t think you’d be able to listen to him confess any feelings without it becoming a giant mess.

Yet instead of being upset, he laughed. “Yeah, I know,” he replied, and your eyes widened as he reached up and tugged at his mask, “Because it’s me.”

Your jaw dropped as he removed off the top of his suit to reveal all-too-familiar swooping dark hair and dimples.


“Hey, babe,” he gave a weak, unsure smile, awaiting your response.

“Oh my god, Peter!” You suffocated him with a hug, “Are you kidding?! How is that possible! How are you-” you froze and tore away from him with a gasp, “You little shit, you’ve been playing me this whole time! You knew I was wearing your clothes!”

“Guilty?” He smiled smally.

You punched him playfully in the shoulder, “Are you kidding! That’s so- Wait a second, were you purposefully forgetting your clothes at my house this whole time?”

He chuckled, “Well, not the first time. But from then on… perhaps…” He laughed again at your shock, “I’m sorry, you just looked really freaking cute wearing my clothes! Is that so wrong of me to want to see a pretty girl trying on my clothes in her mirror for fun?”

You groaned with embarrassment, “Oh, shit, I forgot you saw that, too.”

“Mhmm,” he grinned smugly, “Best moment ever.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He smirked at you, “If it makes you feel any better, after you would give me the clothes back, I kept them under my pillow because they smelled like you.”

“Really?” You asked, touched.

“Mhmm,” he smiled lazily.

You giggled, “God, we both really were head over heels, huh?”

“Who said anything about ‘were’?” He replied.

You looked over at him with pure happiness, and closed your eyes as he leaned in and gave you a dizzying kiss- simply one of many to come.


A/N: Eeeeee thanks for reading! Please PLEASE like, reblog, and comment if you enjoyed! <3 <3 <3

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