peter parker scenario

Closer to you

This was inspired by nothing in particular. I think I just felt like writing this out and it’s sort of kinda like the first smutty-thing I have ever written for Peter Parker though honestly speaking, this is very mild smut. (Or maybe, it’s not even nowhere near smut). Trying to explore more of his character so here you go! Hope you enjoy this.


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

You giggle quietly to yourself when Peter pulls away from you, flush and looking extremely sexy. His shirt is somewhere on the floor and yours is thrown haphazardly near the door. He presses his lips on to yours a couple of times before he smirks at you.

The two of you had been watching a movie earlier and throughout the entire time, you had been teasing him – giving him knowing looks, whispering in his ears, pressing kisses on his jaw and his collarbone and even accidentally brushing against him – and although Peter had initially been a little bit shy to reciprocate, after a while, his hormones got the best of him and the movie is now long forgotten.

Peter is on top of you and he puts one of his hands on your waist while he uses the other to keep himself up. Not that you minded his weight. You can see the lust in his eyes right before he presses his lips against yours, licking your lower lip causing you to moan as your fingers thread his hair.

You pull him closer and Peter deepens the kiss, slowly moving his body lower, closer to you. One of your hands went to his back, loving the feel of his ripped back muscles and the feel of his skin against yours. You let out a moan when Peter inserts his tongue in your mouth and you could feel him smiling in to the kiss but you choose to ignore that, in favor of tugging on his hair.  

“Peter!” You moan when he pushes himself down on you and you can feel him, hard and hot against you. You wrap your legs around his waist, shuddering when Peter begins to rub himself against you. “Peter.” You moan once again.

A loud knock on Peter’s door causes the two of you to freeze.

“Peter? I brought some food over. Is Y/N still here too? I have some extra food!” May shouts from behind the door and Peter pulls away to look at the door in horror. He turns to stare at you and you could not help but giggle at the turn of events.

“Y-yeah, yeah, May, we will be out soon!” Peter stutters and you giggle before leaning forward to press one last kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. May moves away from the door. Peter drops his forehead on your collarbone, groaning.

You comb your fingers through his hair again and Peter relaxes against your body. You giggle before placing a kiss on his temple. Peter tilts his head to the side to look at you and you are taken aback by how much you love this boy and judging from the look of adoration and love evident on Peter’s face, you know he feels the same about you too.

“Come on, Peter. Let’s go out before May starts asking more questions.” You tell him before patting your boyfriend’s back. Peter lets out a dissatisfied groan and rolls off of your body. He flops beside you for a few seconds before turning on his side to stare at you.

“You’re beautiful you know that? How did I get so lucky?” Peter asks you and you roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s words before you lean over to press a kiss on his forehead.

“How did I get so lucky?” You wink at him before getting off of the bed. “Come on, Peter Parker.” You pick up your shirt before putting it on and you throw Peter’s sweater at him. Peter catches it easily, putting it on and you let out a sigh of disappointment. Peter raises one of his eyebrows at you. “It’s sad to see that state of art being covered.” You wink at him causing Peter to let out a laugh.

“Alright, let’s just go.”

Come Back to Me (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No, but taken from this prompt list: “Just… come back alive, okay?”
Genre: Low-key angst??
Warnings: Spiderman Homecoming spoilers
Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by j-murphy

Your best friend had raved on and on about asking his crush to the dance, and when he finally did it, you were the first he told. You pretended to be excited for him, and in a small way, you genuinely were. But when you thought of Liz slow-dancing with Peter instead of you, and him kissing her at the end of the night and not you, the excitement for him was largely overshadowed by sadness, because it would never be you. He would never have feelings for you.

So when you saw Liz walk into the Homecoming dance without Peter on her arm, your eyebrows furrowed. She walked around, greeting people everywhere around her, when she made her way to your group with Ned and Michelle. 

“Hey guys!” She said excitedly and smiled, and you forced a smile back. She was a nice girl; you couldn’t deny that. She was good for Peter.

“Hey,” you said back. “Where’s Peter? I thought he’d be with you,” you tried to keep your voice casual, but Michelle caught your eye and smirked. She knew your secret. 

“Oh, he’s in the car with my dad. He should be here soon,” she smiled again, dazzling one, before excusing herself to greet more partygoers. You turned around to face your two friends, fake smile still on your face.

“You okay?” Ned asked, a sympathetic expression on his face that you didn’t see often. He knew your secret too.

(It wasn’t much of a secret to anyone but Peter.)

“I’m okay,” you gave a real smile this time, and his eyes shifted to somewhere behind you. You stiffened, knowing your best friend was here. You turned around, seeing a panicked look on his face, but you knew that you were the only one who could tell his expression. You’d known each other for years; you knew all of his in-and-outs.

He went up to Liz and tapped her on the shoulder, and as he spoke to her, you saw his expression become guilty. You couldn’t see Liz’s because her back was turned to you, but you were sure it wasn’t pleasant. You saw him mouth ‘I’m sorry’ before sprinting through the gym doors and into the hallways of the school. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you were running after him. You abandoned your shoes after crashing through the gym doors and followed him barefoot. “Peter!” You yelled and turned another corner, but he continued to sprint farther ahead of you. After yelling his name again and turning a few more corners he stopped in front of a set of lockers and turned around to look at you.

“(Y/N), go back to the dance,” he said, the panic now even more evident on his face.

“No,” you said stubbornly. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve been looking forward to this for so long!” 

He simply shook his head before grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around. “You need to go. Now.”

“No!” You pushed his hands away from you. He looked at you desperately. “What is going on with you?”

He turned away again and mumbled under his breath, pacing back and forth. 

“Peter,” you said his name again, softer this time, and grabbed his hand to stop his pacing. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything,” you say, ignoring the feeling erupting in your chest from him squeezing your hand. 

“I know, I know,” he whispered and stayed silent for a few moments, staring down at your connected hands, before sighing, pulling away from you, and turning towards the lockers again. He bent down and pulled the bottom of the lockers, and you gasped in shock when the wall of lockers lifted up to reveal a small crevice filled with multiple things. 

Peter pulled out a ball of red and blue fabric and unrolled it, then turned around to show you it. You stared at try fabric in his hands, seeing the spider on the front and the mask with goggles falling to the side. You stared at it, and stared at it, and stared at it, before it finally clicked. You had seen this suit on the news multiple times before, clad on a mystery man you had always found so brave. 

You looked up at Peter and noticed his nervous expression matching yours. “Why do you have Spiderman’s suit, Pete?” You whispered, and you knew why he had it, you knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to comprehend it. 

“You know why, (Y/N),” he sighed and looked down at the wrinkled fabric in his hands. 

“I need to hear you say it,” your voice was still quiet, and you looked down at the suit again. 

“I’m Spiderman,” Peter finally said, and your resolve crumbled. Tears flooded your eyes and your vision became blurry, and a few tears fell down your cheeks.  You weren’t sure why you were crying. You didn’t know if it was the betrayal of him not telling you, or the fear of him getting hurt, or something else entirely. But the tears continued to fall. 

“(Y/N),” he sighed again, and pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay. Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you sobbed and laughed and cried, and Peter hugged you and rubbed your back until you could compose yourself. You pulled back from him after a few minutes and wiped your face with your hands, sure you looked like a mess. “But why are you leaving now?”

He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in the last few minutes. “You know the guy that I’ve been fighting? All the news channels have been talking about it. Or, who Spiderman has been fighting.”

You nodded. “That bird dude?” Peter laughed, a real smile on his face that made you smile too.

“Yeah, yeah, the bird dude.” He chuckled and looked down at his feet before beginning to back away. “I gotta go. He’s gonna steal from Mr. Stark’s plane, and I need to stop him.”

“But why now,” you stressed, taking steps closer to him. “It’s our Homecoming.”

“He’s Liz’s dad,” he said, not actually answering the question, and you gasped.

“Liz’s dad?” Peter nodded. “Does she know?” He shook his head, backing away again.

“I really have to go, (Y/N),” he said, and went to turn around. 

“Wait!” You grabbed his hand again, and he looked at you expectantly. “I, um,” you wanted to tell him, you needed to tell him before it was too late. But you didn’t want to burden him before he went to risk his life. So instead of telling him what you desperately wanted to, you pulled him into a hug. 

He breathed deeply, resting his chin on top of your head as you listened to his heartbeat under your ear. You pulled back the slightest bit to look him in the eyes. “Just… come back alive, okay?” 

He smiled lightly and moved his hands from your back to your hands. “I always do.” He squeezed them once and let go, grabbing the suit from where he dropped it on the floor and running away from you. You sniffed loudly as he turned a corner, disappearing from your vision, and the sound echoed through the empty hallways. 

You began to walk back to the dance, wiping at your face again and collecting your discarded shoes to make yourself presentable. And as you made your way through the school by yourself, you thought, Good luck, Spiderman.

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This is my first Peter piece that I’ve written in a while, so I hope everyone liked it! Feedback is always welcome! Requests for Tom Holland and Peter Parker imagines are open, so feel free to send one in! 

~e

When you’re skipping class with your friend and you hear a teacher approaching but your friend freezes. (I paused a video at the right time)

Bug issues

Terrified!Tom x Terrified!Reader

Ever wondered how tom would react if you found a spider on the wall of your bedroom?

Requested: Nope, thought just came to me when a spider decided to wiggle it’s way into my covers (it disappeared too 😒). I also relate to this story sort of because this spider was REAL and I nearly died 😂. Anywho….

Originally posted by tomhollahoe

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shopping with peter parker headcanon

my masterlist <3

“a fluffy, innocent peter x reader where they’re out shopping and the reader needs to go get a bra” fuck yea (okay this turned out kinda lowkey smutty, but i promise there’s a bunch of fluff too!)

  • omfg
  • peter absolutely adored shopping with you
  • yea he acted like the usual, annoyed bf, but he was secretly so damn happy shopping w you (well, really, doing anything w you)
  • so ofc whenever you asked him to come with you, he jumped at the chance
    • “peter, i’m going to the mall aftersch-”
    • “yes”
    • “i didn’t even finish m-”
    • “yes”
  • you guys most definitely get all those quality mall snacks
  • if peter does not get his pretzel he will pout so hard
    • “ok let’s go into this store… peter why do you look like that?”
  • he’s staring between the pretzel vender and you, his lower lip jutted out adorably
  • you giggle at his childishness, pulling him into you with the sleeves of his sweatshirt and kissing his pouted lips
    • “okay petey”
    • “wow i love my girlfriend” 
  • he’d say it a bit too loud, wanting everyone around you to hear him
  • dude
  • peter would literally shop w you, like he’d be right by your side, helping you by pointing out things he thought you’d like (and some he rlly wanted to see you in)
    • “what about this?” peter asked from across the rack of clothes
    • he was holding up a miniskirt
    • definitely a little too short
    • “peter,” you sighed exasperatedly
    • he kind of just shrugged
  • boi thought he was so slick
  • at the cash register it somehow ended up in your pile
  • you bought it to wear just for him bc u knew you could never go in public w that scandalous of clothing, or rather lack of clothing… he was a happy boy
  • lord… dressing rooms
  • peter would be munching on his pretzel, when you’d suddenly walk out of the dressing rooms to the little lounge area he was sitting
  • he fucking dropped the pretzel
  • his jaw dropped
  • you were wearing a red dress that hugged you in all the right places, all the places his hands always seemed to find their way to, like magnets
  • you looked stunning and peter was a stuttering, blushing, flustered mess
    • “oh my g-gosh, you look- you look like an…”
    • “a what, peter?” you asked, smirking at the effect you had on him
    • “a-a-, i was going to say, an angel”
    • “more like the devil”
    • “wouldn’t mind that either,” he managed to say
    • HIS BROWS WERE RAISED SUGGESTIVELY AND U KNOW U BOUGHT THAT DRESS
  • peter would hold all your bags too
  • and wouldn’t complain at all, about how heavy the bags were getting or about being tired or anything
  • because he was just so glad to be in your presence
  • you were like a health boost in a video game
  • he got an extra heart every single time you kissed him
  • sooooo you needed a new bra
  • and there was a victoria’s secret right there
  • you’d never made peter go in with you before, but yeah you rlly wanted a new bra especially since there was a sign outside announcing a sale
    • “peter…”
    • “hm?”
    • “do you mind if we go into victoria’s secret?”
    • peter whipped his head around at you, blushing
    • “like as in-”
    • “yes, as in underwear, bras, lingerie, thongs-”
    • “okay, okay, i get it,” he shifts awkwardly
    • “it’s okay if you feel too uncomfortable-”
    • “no,” he smiled, “anything for you”
  • oof why did he always say the most perfect things??
  • okay so you two walked in the store, hand in hand
  • peter was so nervous and it was so cute
  • he avoided looking at all the pictures on the walls bc he only had eyes for you and looking at anyone like that, so exposed, felt like he was betraying you
  • he only ever wanted to see you like that
  • you walked over to a section that you spotted a red and blue bra, smirking while you led peter towards it
  • peter had been looking down at his phone, texting ned bc he was basically hyperventilating
    • “hey” you whispered to catch the boy’s attention
    • peter’s eyes raised to what you were pointing at
    • and his breath hitched in his throat
    • “is that?”
    • “my favorite superhero’s colors”
    • “m-”
    • “captain america”
    • peter looked horrified
    • “i’m just kidding of course, silly. spider-man is my number one, captain america being a close second”
    • peter ignored the last part of your sentence, enamored by the idea of you wearing what was in your hands
    • “are you going to, to get it?” peter was trying so hard to contain his growing smile (y’all dirty smh)
    • “we can match, but i have to go try it on first”
  • you found your size, then found the dressing room, leaving peter just outside
  • it fit almost perfectly, a little tight, but it would stretch after time
  • you took quite a while (you didn’t whatsoever but peter was getting so impatient, he wanted to get home as quickly as possible and kiss you, a lot)
    • “y/nnnnnnnnnn”
    • “peterrrrrrrrrr”
    • “are you done yet?”
    • “yeah, come in”
  • CUE BLUSHING MESS PETER
  • he hadn’t expected you to say that
  • he’d seen you in a bra before
  • (lol ur make-out sessions got kinda intense sometimes)
  • but this was different, because now the lighting wasn’t just from the dimly lit lamp in his bedroom and he wasn’t busy admiring your lips to not notice the rest of you
  • he asked if you were sure once more and you said yes
  • he slowly opened the door to the dressing room you were in
  • you were standing in the middle of it, facing the wall-length mirror
  • you caught peter’s eyes in the mirror, grinning to hide the blush starting to crawl up your cheeks
  • peter bit his bottom lip, concealing the lust in his eyes as he scanned up and down your body in the reflection
  • the leggings that hugged your hips alongside the bra sporting the colors of his alter ego made him melt
  • he felt like jello as you spun around and tugged the handle of the door behind him closed
    • “you look, you look ravishing”
    • that was a new one
    • you liked it
    • “oh, do i?”
    • “undoubtedly”
  • you lovebirds definitely had a lengthy make-out session in there
  • thank god no one else was in there bc peter was loud
  • later, after brushing down your messy hair, you guys walked out shamelessly
  • bc you weren’t ashamed of being so deeply in love with the other
  • how could you be?
  • you bought the red and blue bra
  • and peter benjamin parker couldn’t contain his smile
    • “save that for later, parker”
    • and he did
The Night We Met - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spderman

word count: 5568
warnings: swearing, super adorkable peter
a/n: this is my first posted peter fic so go easy on me?
also this is really low key based on this song, but the sound of it not the words so much if that makes sense? idk i’m at a loss


[ i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt / i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again / take me back to the night we met ]

The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago.  It was late, one am, you presumed.  But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in.  It was dark, only the moon and star’s light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in.  Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.

You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you’d lived at the tower for most of your life.  All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage.  Before Tony Stark adopted you.  Why had he? You were never entirely sure.  You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you’d never thought to question him.  Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad.  Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to… well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective.  You weren’t his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood.  And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.

It hadn’t really mattered, you weren’t really an avenger.  At least, not one out on the battlefield.  No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet.  But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them.  Though the rest of the team wouldn’t prefer the term.  Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people.  Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was… important.

(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)

So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace.  You loved these secret nights of yours.  Your own special thing.

[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]

You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you.  You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.

“You know,” Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda’s new and improved outfit.

“Thanks a lot” You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.

“Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button”

“Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“y/n just- just shut up.  God when did you become a teenager?” You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.

“You don’t remember? Because I do.  Vividly”

“That’s only cause Tony gave you the body talk” Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory.  “Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today”

“New recruit?” You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked.  “Why wasn’t I told?”

“You designed his suit, the uh… the bug one”

“Ant Man?”

“No, the other one”

“Wasp?” You asked again, Bruce shook his head.

“No no, the one from Berlin” You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.

“Bruce, just cause my Dad’s sorta a snake sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bug, that’s rude” You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.

“Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?”

“I grew up” You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work.  Bruce frowned sadly at your back.  You were right, you had grown up.  And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have.  But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky’s arm.

“And no, it’s Spider-Man”


“Alright kid, this is a big deal now” Tony said, clapping a hand on Peter’s back as they made their way into the facility.  “Whole team lives here, my whole family” He told him.

“Wow” Was all Peter could think to say as his eyes looked around.  They landed on everything, quickly, wanting to take it all in at once.

“Okay okay, slow down, you’re one of us now, you’ve got plenty of time to make googly eyes-”

Tony was cut off mid sentence as Peter had crashed into something, sending the box in his arms and the papers in the other person’s arms flying as his victim stumbled backwards onto the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorr-” He stopped abruptly upon seeing you there, gathering your things as quickly as you could.  He couldn’t help his wide eyes as he watched your every movement.  Before he shook his head and began helping you pick up his papers.

“It’s fine I’m just- I’m super late” You spoke quickly, stacking your sketches in your arms messily and in a rushed fashion.  You didn’t even look up at him until he seemed to be staring at the paper in his hands.

“You-you drew this? Wow” He said in amazement, but you snatched it away.

“That’s what y/n does here” Tony said, not being able to take the awkward tension anymore and scooping up most of your papers in his hands and giving them to you.  “Geez are these all Wanda’s?” He asked you as you held what was probably a hundred designs in your arms.

“Yeah, yep, I didn’t know what exactly she was looking for she just said something new, so..” You trailed off, trying to straighten out and align all of the papers in your arms.  You shot a glance over at the boy who had picked up his box, full of typical teenage boy items.  Until you looked more curiously and could tell instantly he was  a very studious boy.  “You must be Spider-Man?”

“Parker Pete- Peter Parker.  I’m Peter Parker that-that’s me” He stammered, making you send a goody glance at your father before looking back to the boy that seemed your age.  He had adorable puppy brown eyes and the same colored curls on his head.  He was adorable, cute, it was the only thing you could think of for a moment.

“Well hello Parker Pete” You said with a small laugh as you stuck your hand out while carefully maneuvering your stack of papers.  “I’m y/n” You introduced while he shook your hand, a bit too long but you didn’t really want to pull away either.

“She’s also my daughter, and off limits, so let’s keep walking” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and steering him away.

“Wha- she-you have- you’re his-” Peter couldn’t even get a full sentence out as Tony directed him farther away from you, leaving you to stand in the hall and watch in amusement as your father dragged the poor boy away.

“Bye Parker Pete!” You called before heading off to Wanda’s room.

You liked Peter Parker.  He was a stuttering, adorkable mess.

[ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met ]

You were sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, sketching away as always.  Sometimes you just liked changing your setting.  Working in the lab could get loud, or stuffy, and it was good to have a little change of scenery.  Plus, the best things happened in the kitchen.

For instance, right now, everyone was trying to arm wrestle Steve.  Which was a very amusing sight to watch.  Currently, Natasha was flexing her arms trying to prepare herself for what everyone knew would be a failure.

“What’re you working on?” You heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Peter slipping onto the high chair next to you.  You smiled at him almost instinctively.  He’d been living at the facility for a week now, and at this point you were pretty good friends.  Being the same age really did help, seeing you were both the youngest ones there.

“Hopefully a new bow for Clint” You told him, showing him your design.  “I’m hoping he won’t break this one” You added with a chuckle.  Peter stared at the paper, genuine interest on his features.  You loved that about him, even for the simple things he always admired your work like it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“Neat” He said, still staring at it even as you slid it back to your part of the tabletop.  “What’s uh… what’s happening over there?” He nodded off to where Steve was dangerously close to slamming Nat’s hand on the table.  You were a little worried about the Black Widow’s well being, but even more so for the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had broken the dinner table over an arm wrestling tournament.

“Steve’s daring people to arm wrestle him” You said, watching them again, just as Natasha lost.  She groaned in frustration, shaking out her sore hand.  “He only does it when Tony’s not around to scold him for it”

“Scold him?” Peter asked curiously.

“He usually breaks stuff.  Tables, vases, bones” Peter’s eyes widened with fear, making you chuckle.

“Calm down Spider-Boy, he won’t attack you” You said, putting your hand unconsciously on his forearm.  “It’s just a little competition he likes to do to show off.  No one’s ever beat him” You shrugged.  “Kinda like how Thor tests us to lift his hammer, we all know that thing won’t budge, but we try anyways” You said.  Peter’s eyes were trained on Steve and Wanda’s current match.  You took his distracted moment to admire his features, his starry eyes, gelled but soft looking hair, thin pink lips.  You smiled at him, and only then noticed your hand resting on him.  You removed it quickly, busying yourself with your design again.

“Hey new kid!” You perked up once more when you heard Steve’s voice ring out, catching Peter’s attention.

“M-me?” Peter pointed to himself, unsure if the Captain America was talking to him or not.  You giggled to yourself quietly.

“Yeah you, you wanna try and go a round?” He asked.  Your eyes went from gleaming to wide with worry in a matter of seconds.

“Peter you don’t have-”

“Yeah sure” Peter shrugged before you could give him a way out of it.  You watched as he hopped to the ground and walked over to the opposite side of the table as Steve.  All of your focus was on the two.  Sure, Steve would never heart him on purpose but Peter wasn’t like the other avengers, he was sixteen, and you were worried he’d get his arm broken or something.  You stared as their hands latched together, neither of them doing anything yet.  “Look, I-I just wanna say sorry about like- attacking you at that airport” Peter said, and you blushed slightly at his cute awkwardness.  Apologizing for the fight, no one had really done that yet.  Most of you just tried to look past it.

“Yeah, no hard feelings” Steve winked, and like that, you could see their arms struggling slightly as they put all their strength into it.  Your lips parted slightly when you realized Peter wasn’t losing.  He was actually doing really well, completely focused on Steve’s arm.  “Wow kid, you got quite a grip” Steve commented, and you could hear the struggle in his voice.

Well that was new.

“But hey, I’m still the strongest one here” Steve said, slamming the kid’s hand down onto the table.  Peter sighed, shaking his hand just as Nat had earlier.  You clapped while the others began to leave the room, tired of Steve’s party games.

“Wow! Parker Pete!” You rushed over to him and hugged him before thinking about it.  “Just- wow” You laughed, and Peter gave a short laugh with you, rubbing his now aching hand.  “No one’s ever done that before! Just how strong are you?” You asked him, and his face went red.

“I-I don’t know” He stammered out, and you hugged him again.  You felt him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you a little closer as he held you.  It was quiet for a moment, and your heart began fluttering as you lingered there together.  Somehow, it wasn’t just a hug, and you could both feel it.

“Hey hey hey, watch the hands there” You sighed quietly when Tony came in, pointing accusingly at the both of you, and you pulled away from Peter.  “Break it up” He said, snapping his fingers as he went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

“Peter almost beat Steve at arm wrestling” You bragged, trying to ease up your father’s current mood.

“God dammit I told him no more of those” He grumbled, heading back out of the kitchen, the popped his head back in.  “Break it up!” He called loudly again.  “Both of you! Separate rooms pronto!” You rolled your eyes as he left, but squeezed a hand on Peter’s wrist before gathering your materials from the counter.

“Night Parker Pete” You said sweetly, then headed out the door and towards the elevator.  Peter slumped onto one of the chairs, staring at the doorway you just exited.

“Goodnight y/n” He said to himself.

“You like her?” He heard an accented voice and turned to see Wanda standing there.  The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he hadn’t even realized there was another way into this room.  “Yes?” She questioned after not having received an answer.

“Yea-yeah I mean yeah y/n.. y/n’s great she’s a great-amazing friend” He said, all the while nodding his head and blushing like a fool.  Wanda chuckled, using her powers to snatch an orange off the counter, but opted to use her nails to peel it.

“I can read minds” She told him.  “I know you like her” She told him, winking a brown eye.  Peter opened his mouth but no words came out for a few moments.

“I… she’s great” He told her, unsure of what he could say.

“You also think she’s beautiful” Wanda continued, putting a slide of the fruit into her mouth.

“Well I-”

“Are we discussing Peter Parker’s feelings towards miss Stark?”

Peter fell of his chair, definitely not having expected Vision to simply face through the wall of the kitchen, joining the conversation abruptly.  Wanda nodded as she chewed, and Peter attempted to stand and straighten out his sweater.

“Well I think it’s… pleasing” Vision said.

“Pl-pleasing?” Peter stuttered.

“Yes, it is nice to think of you becoming romantically involved with miss Stark” He said with a nod of his head.  Peter’s eyes widened with fear.

“No, no no no no, y/n and I-I we- we aren’t- she’s my friend”

“Yes, and Wanda is my friend” Vision said, and the witch’s head snapped towards him.  “But that is no barrier to love”

Peter almost fell just from standing up.  He could feel his knees wobbling and his heart was pounding incredibly fast in his chest.

“Vizh…” Wanda said slowly, coming over and putting a hand on the android’s arm.  “Let’s go talk” She said, and he nodded again, allowing her to guide him out of the room.  “But if you want my advice,” Wanda turned to Peter before she could fully leave the kitchen.  “Go for it, y/n looks at you a lot, the way… the way I remember Pietro looking at his love” Wanda said.  Peter couldn’t even find the right words to say before she left the room.

Shortly after, he went running out, making his way as quickly as he could to the weight room.  It was nearing ten o’clock, but he needed a stress relief, and working out seemed much better than sitting in his room with his anxiety all pent up.

He practically burst through the doors, not even noting Steve dragging a punching bag to it’s hook as he tore his sweater off, leaving him in a tee shirt and khakis.  Not really the best chosen attire to work out in, but he didn’t care.  He needed to… to run, to punch something.  He stepped up onto the treadmill, setting it on a higher setting before just sprinting.  Racing over the spinning rubber sheet until sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Kid? Hey Parker?” Steve called, catching Peter’s attention but he didn’t stop running.  “You aren’t stress running cause I kicked your ass earlier right?” He asked, and Peter shook his head, his breathing ragged as he put the treadmill on a higher setting.  “Alright, then why are you stress running?”

“I’m not stress running” Peter grunted.

“Yes you are.  Why?” Steve said, his voice stern so that he’d open up to him.  Peter let out a sigh, but was still reluctant to stop running.

“Because” He huffed.  “I’m in love… with y/n… and she’s Tony’s daughter… and doesn’t like me back… deserves better than me anyways” He said in between sharp intakes of breath.  Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.

“Alright, alright turn that off you’re gonna kill yourself” He said, and Peter didn’t even argue, just slowed it down before stopping it completely.  “Listen closely to me, alright?” Peter nodded shakily, and stepped down off the treadmill.

He walked over to Steve, and they sat down together on a bench.

“I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Peggy Carter”

[ i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

You had just slipped out of your room, checking to make sure the halls were clear as you walked as lightly as possible down the hallway towards the kitchen.  You hadn’t changed into pajamas like usual, still wearing your simple white dress from earlier that night.  But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to finally be able to sneak out.  Earlier than you usually do, it was midnight and you often waited for one am to roll around but you were too eager to escape to your happy place.

After tiptoeing down the stairs, opting not to use the elevator because it made noise, you snuck into the kitchen, quickly and carefully closing the door behind you.  Even though it and the walls secluding it were glass windows.  You were a creature of habit.

“What’re you doing here?” You spun around, about to kick the owner of the sudden voice in the throat, but be caught your ankle.

“Peter?” You lowered your leg, smoothing out your skirt.  “What’re you doing? It’s late” He gave you a look before laughing.

“Well I can basically say the same thing” He said, and you blushed, looking down for a moment.

“I… I come here at night when everyone’s asleep.  It’s my way of sneaking out” You said with half a shrug.  “It was a secret until now” Peter’s face fell, and he could feel his stomach dropped.

Oh my god I ruined her special place for her

“No worries” You said with a soft smile.  “I’m happy you’re the first I can share it with” You told him, and began to walk off to the living area, in front of all the windows.  Peter scurried off after you, walking awkwardly with his hands behind his back as you were staring outside.  He looked over at you, awestruck by the way the moonlight reflected on your features, making parts of your dress look like it was glowing, but others hidden in a shadow.  “So Parker Pete,” You said with a smile as you turned your head to look at him.  “What’re you doing out here so late?”

“I- I was just… sitting” He answered lamely, making you chuckle and roll your eyes a little.

“Okay, but why sit in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Don’t you want your rest?”

“M-my rest?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know.  Everyone around here falls asleep so early when my Dad’s not throwing some big party” You told him.

“Does he have parties a lot?” You crinkled your nose and bopped your head side to side as if to say so so.  

“Not as much as he used to.  Now it’s just the small group of us, playing music, eating lots of food, dancing, it’s nice.  A good reason to dress up and have fun but kick back from the stress” You told him.  “I guess I like it better than they used to be.  Loud, lots of drunks.  I remember hiding in my room inside my closet until my mom would come kiss me goodnight and tell me he was shooing people out” You chuckled a little, leaning closer to the window and tapping your fingers lightly against the glass to a made up beat.

“As a rebellious teen, do you want more parties?” Peter asked, mocking a reporter’s voice and making you laugh, shooting him a quick glance.

“I wouldn’t call myself rebellious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a total rule follower” You said.  “For the daughter of Tony Stark, I think that says a lot about my adoption” You said jokingly.

“I didn’t know that” He said, stepping closer to you.  He wanted to look out the window, enjoy the view as you were, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“Yeah you can’t really tell unless you look close enough.  We’re really close” Peter smiled gently.

“That’s good” You nodded.

“Yeah… to me he really is my Dad, I don’t go out of my way to use the term ‘adopted’ it doesn’t bother me by any means, he’s just more to me than that.  Pepper too, but she’s the busy one nowadays” You told him.  “Anyways, that’s my life story you wanna share now?”

“Uh, it’s sorta messy” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.  You shook your head, brushing it off.

“I don’t mind.  I’d like to hear it Parker Pete” He chuckled, and licked his lips while he thought of what to say.

“Well, uhm, my parents were killed” He said, clearing his throat.  “In a hijacked plane crash when I was seven… and uh… I’ve been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben since then” He told you, avoiding your eyes.  “And not long after I.. well became Spider-Man uh…”

You noticed the way he was kicking his feet into the carpet, a nervous habit, and your heart began to sink as sadness washed over your features.

“My-my Uncle he- he got shot because of me” Your eyes widened and you moved closer to him, your back to the window now and completely abandoning the view you loved as you stared up at Peter with crinkled brows and big wet eyes.  Your hand reached out to grab his without a second thought.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault Peter” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“No, no if I’d just been honest with him and had been back to him on time like I said I would he- I would’ve-” You placed your other hand against his cheek, turning his head up to look at you.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pete” You told him softly, keeping your voice steady.  “And I promise if he could see you now, he’d be so incredibly proud of you and all you’ve done” You saw his lips quirk up for a short moment, and you smiled at him.  “I’ve known you for all of a week and I am” You said, and his heart surely stopped in his chest, only to speed up again.

“Thanks, y/n” He said, and you nodded, dropping your hand from his face but kept your hands latched at your side.  “He would’ve liked you” He told you, and for some reason it made your cheeks heat up in a pink blush.

“Really?” Peter smiled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you’d remind him of May I’m sure” A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it.  Why did this make you all bubbly?

“Am I like her?” You asked, and Peter pursed his lips.

“You’ve got the same attitude but secret softie thing going on” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“I’m not a softie, I used to be out on that battlefield you know” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest as you’d released his hand.

“Really?” Peter asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking playfully.  “Because you were all worried earlier when I was going to arm wrestle Captain America” You jaw dropped open at him.

“Oh really? Say that to my excellent combat skills” You said with a wink.

“Excellent combat skills?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Uh huh, only reason I’m not out there is cause someone’s gotta make your spandex onesie” Peter looked at you with an offended expression.

“It’s not-!” He groaned, throwing his arms down at his sides.  You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“I don’t know… I mean, I designed it I think I know a onesie when I make one” You told him.  Peter opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and you began to laugh again, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling with delight.  Peter couldn’t even keep up his facade of a straight face.  “Alright, alright, what else? What do I and May Parker have in common?”

“I don’t know, uh, she used to dance with him all the time, when I was little they’d dance around to his old record player” You smiled at him, and bounced a little on your bare feet.  “What? What?” Peter asked as you just kept laughing and bouncing.

“Come on come on” You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer eagerly, and planting his palms on your waist.

“You want to dance with me?” He asked like he didn’t even believe it.  But you nodded, your grin still present as you crossed your wrists behind his neck.

“Yeah” You said, beginning to bite back your smile.

“I-I don’t have my phone so I don’t have any like-like music or anything” You shrugged your shoulders and noted how he panicked a little.

“It’s fine, we don’t really need it” You told him, and you gave him a comforting smile.  “Calm down Peter, it’s just me” You said.

How ironic, he thought.

“Why’s it ironic?” You asked, and Peter’s eyes filled with fear at the realization that he’d said it out loud.  He didn’t say anything at first, his brain still turning and his heart beating impossibly faster than it already was.  You could tell that he was nervous, so you rested your forehead on his chest so that he didn’t have to look at you.  “Peter?” You called when you didn’t hear any answer from him.

“Sorry I-I didn’t know what to say you uh y-you make me nervous” You pulled away, looking up at him with surprised eyes and raised brows.

“I do?” You asked, taken aback by the confession.  Peter nodded, looking from his feet to you and partially wishing that he could drop dead right this moment.

But then you smiled at him, an airy laugh coming from your lips.

“You make me nervous sometimes too Parker Pete” You told him, and a small smile pulled on his mouth, his face red.

“R-really I-I-I do?” He stuttered, and you nodded.  Peter let out a small chuckle, looking down again before back up to you.  You nodded again, your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth.  He let out a small laugh, really just a puff of air.

“Why do I? I’m not mean to you am I?” You asked, chuckling quietly and he did too, shaking his head.

“No, no not at all you’re-you’re nice, very nice- to me! To me anyways I’ve seen you have at it with Clint” You laughed again.

“We don’t fight it’s just banter” You told him, shaking your head dismissively and wringing your hands behind his neck.  “Well?” You said softly, still waiting for his answer.

“Well.. uh… well you see you’re very good at what you do- v-very talented” He started anxiously, and the swaying that has been your dancing, halted.  “And-and I think you’re really beautiful” Your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a grin.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah well yeah” Peter said simply.  “And you’re- you’re a genius I mean you’ve got this capability to work with Dr Banner, and you’re my age I-I’d say that’s pretty neat” You let out a soft giggle, your eyes wide with adoration for this boy in front of you.  “Truth is y/n I… I like you, a lot, as-as more than a friend” Your heart stopped in your chest.

“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered out softly.  I smile quirked on his lips, that turned into a grin within seconds.  You caught his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you licked over them subconsciously.  Your hands slid to his shoulders, resting at the base of his neck and you stepped ever so slightly closer.  His eyes kept looking from you to your lips, over and over and it made you chuckle.  “Well are you gonna kiss me or not?” You mumbled, your stomach flipping over repeatedly.

“Not! He is most definitely not!” You sprung away from Peter, your back and head hitting the window.  “Parker what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Peter spun around to see your Dad standing there, his arms crossed angrily.

“I-I uh I-”

“y/n, go to your room it’s time for bed” He said, his tone frustrated.

“Dad I’m not six you can’t send me-”

“Bed” He gritted and you stood a little straighter.  You nodded your head, and looked to Peter quickly, waving a short and quick goodbye and rushing out of the room.

[ when you had not touched me yet / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

Peter was pacing in the hallways, contemplating whether or not he should go  back to his own quarters, like Mr Stark had so… kindly… told him to.  Or if he should knock on your door.

He liked you, that part was obvious now.  He liked you so much it hurt to not be with you.  If he’d known what love felt like, he could almost say he was in love with you.  He could sit down and talk to you all day about anything, he could go to sleep at night wishing he’d had just five more minutes.

Maybe if you weren’t Tony’s daughter, maybe if the entire team of Avengers weren’t standing guard over you, like they were all your protective older brothers, he would’ve told you sooner.  Maybe.  Peter Parker was never one for having confidence, in fact, before the suit, he was the shy nerdy kid that no one really knew the name of.  He wasn’t popular, or very out going by any means, but ever since Spider-Man, he had a higher self esteem, pushed himself more.

And he really, really liked you.

So, he knocked.

[ Take me back to the night we met ]

“Peter?” You said quietly as you opened your door.  You had changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts for bed, your hair hanging down in loose waves hanging over your shoulders.  You wrapped your arms over your chest, trying to preserve the warmth you’d lost when you got out of bed.  “Hey what’re you doing he-” You were cut off when his hands flew out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips against his.  While at first you were surprised, you sunk into it instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck, completely melting against him.

When he pulled away you were a smiling blushing mess and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Why?” You chuckled.  “I mean, I’m not apologizing” You said again, and he smiled back at you.

“I just- might not get the chance to do that again” He said, and you nodded, biting down on your lips slightly.  “So-so I had to… just once” You nodded.

“Yeah I… I’m glad you did” You said softly.  He hugged you before saying goodnight.

You would both be okay.


idk the ending makes me feel eh :/
it’s been a long couple of days so i’m sorry about this
but this is for @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc of our love for parker pete

(update: the link for the dress didn’t work so here it is)

Me @ people when they ask how my life is going

Spontaneous Combustion | Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 Complete!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You see something startling when you slip out of the Homecoming Dance, and start to put together the pieces…

Word Count: 2K


You’ve got a sharp eye, you enjoy watching, and listening. You would maybe consider yourself a bit of a wallflower, but you pride yourself on speaking up when it counts.  

 Especially when your lab partner fails to show up for a week, leaving you to finish your group project alone. His lack of presence forces you to stay after school to finish the experiments, take the notes, observe the findings, draft your report, finish your report, and design a god damn science fair board.

 You already went to a science and tech high school; why do you still need to make those godforsaken cardboard monstrosities.

 What’s worse, is that after you had the board all set up, and facing the presentations the next day, you received a cryptic text from your lab partner,

 Hey, sorry Y/N, I won’t be able to make it tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you.

 Promise.

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Peter with an affectionate s/o (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Peter P and his very affectionate s/o

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Word Count: 257

Request: Peter parker x touch starved reader hc’s please?

  • when Peter started dating you, he wasn’t expecting this
  • you’re always somehow touching him
    • a hand in his back pocket
    • piggy-back rides are common
    • of course holding hands
  • if he’s sitting down, you’re somehow laying on him
    • school library? your legs are on his lap
    • science class? you’re breaking every lab safety rules and sitting on his lap
    • home on the couch? you’re lying directly on top of him
  • don’t even get me started on school dances
    • dances are just an excuse for you to be on him
    • yall are that couple that never lets go of each other the entire night
      • Peter isn’t one to dance sexually, but if you are…
        • y’all are nasty
        • chaperones are unsure if they should intervene
  • but you are are usually really sweet
    • sickly sweet
    • arms always around his waist
    • during the slow dances you guys are that couple
      • you hold him really close and rest your head on his shoulder
      • he kinda just rests his head on yours
      • you two do this awkward sway
      • its really cute tho
  • on an average day, Peter can expect you to run up and just hug him
    • or if you’re low on time you smack his ass
  • if you guys share a class, the teacher knows to separate you two
  • if they don’t separate you guys, its just leaning on each other and distracting each other
    • together in class you guys are a powerhouse- always getting A’s on your group projects
  • but at the end of the day, Peter never minds being affectionate

i love peter sm he’s such a cutie. hope i did him justice!! If you want to be added to the tag list feel free to dm me! Requests are open, feel free to drop a request in my ask box. Please do not reupload any of my stories! Gif is not mine. Feedback is welcome and very wanted!

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This was supposed to be something short (and by short I mean, only a few sentences initially) but as I was writing it, it went from being a few sentences short to this thing. So here you go! Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

PS: I am trying to get the ships done so that I can continue to work on the one-line sentence starters as well as the first batch of requests I received! Updates might be sparse later because I am not sure if I will be having any decent internet connection – so if you see me updating sporadically, it probably means I queued these posts.


Peter thinks this is probably the last place he should be looking at for comfort but right at that moment, he cannot deny it – you have always been his first thought. He knocks on your door, only a little bit worried that he might be imposing on you or disturbing your sleep (though he knows you rarely ever go to sleep early). But when the door swings open and you are looking fresher than he currently is, all Peter had to do is look at you with a sullen expression. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, Peter. Come here,” You immediately pull him in to your apartment and wrap your arms around him. It takes Peter a while to respond – not that you minded the least because you know Peter still needs some time to cool himself – but when he does, Peter wounds his arms around your waist, tightly, tucking his head against the crook of your neck.

The two of you stand there for the longest time. Throughout the entire time, you continue to rub Peter’s back soothingly, kissing the top of his head affectionately multiple times and every single time you do so, Peter’s hold on you tightens so you simply hold him closer to you.

Peter breathes you in, reveling in your warmth and softness as you rub his back. Call him selfish but he desperately needed this level of comfort only you can give him right now. All he wants right at this moment is to just hold you and for you to hold him back.

Right at that instant, Peter thinks you are the most important thing there is in his life right now, mostly because you are what’s holding him together and grounded. Even when he felt like he had lost sight of what he had wanted and even when he had lost his way – you had been there for him.

Peter knows it had been inevitable – he has always thought he had liked Liz but the past few months, he had thought less of Liz but more of you. So really, it had been a slow realization but Peter knows better now, knows that he has loved you for a while too – it only became clear to him at this instant.

Being in your arms, being able to hear your steady heart beat and to feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe – he loves you. Peter still does not have the nerve to actually confess to you – saying those three words out loud scares him a lot. He cannot bear to lose you at all.

Peter feels your fingers gently carding through his hair and a moment later, your hand moves from his hair to cradle his jaw, tilting his face up towards you. The tenderness in your touch makes his head spin and Peter gives you a very small smile.

“Do you want to tell me what’s up?” You ask him softly, caressing his cheek and Peter shakes his head. He had already teared up in front of May earlier and he definitely does not want to tear up in front of you too.

“Alright, how about I make you some tea?” You unwrap your arm from him and makes a turn to head over to the kitchen when Peter simply holds you back, pulling you back in to his arms, surprising you slightly.

You wrap your arms around him nonetheless.

“Can we just stay like this for a while, Y/N?” Peter asks and he presses a kiss on your temple when he feels you nod. Maybe one of these days, he is going to tell you about his alter-ego and the problems he currently has but no, not tonight. Tonight, Peter just wants to have the comfort only you can give.

Come Back to Me (Part Six)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angstish
Warnings: None

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Peter and you had pretended that what you had been calling in your head “The Incident” never happened. He never repeated the words of “I always worry about you”, you never held his arm in your grip for more than a mere few seconds, he never cradled your face with his hands, and you never realized you loved him. To the two of you, it was like the day never existed.

You both moved on, acting as you normally would, but you were much more conscious of your actions. You thought Peter was, too. You didn’t act on impulse and grab his arm, or hand, or lean into him without thinking. And he didn’t leave you with small touches as he walked past you in the hallway, or ask constantly with a blatant worried expression how you were doing.

And you didn’t mind. You were best friends, not lovers. You didn’t mind.

“What’s up with you and Peter?” Ned suddenly appeared next to you as you stood in line to get on the bus, ready for the school field trip to take up the day of classes.

“I- what?” You asked, looking at him confusedly. You weren’t sure why he was asking this.

“You and Peter. You guys have been acting weird around each other lately. What happened?”

You still looked at him, confused. “Nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you tell him you liked him or something, because-”

“Shhh!” You hushed him immediately, placing your hands over his mouth. “Someone could hear you!”

He grabbed your wrists, removing them from his mouth, but still holding onto them. “Just tell him already,” he said, quieter this time.

“You know I can’t do that, Ned,” you replied back, furrowing your eyebrows.

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and you had been trying to do so ever since “The Incident”. But with the words continuously repeating in your head, day in and day out, you didn’t think they would ever leave.

“I think-”

“Hey guys,” you heard Peter’s voice from behind you and whipped your head towards him, worried about how much of the conversation he had heard. As you and Ned both looked at him, he met neither of your eyes. His were trained one where Ned’s hands were clasped around your wrists.

You turned your eyes back to look at Ned, and both of your eyes widened when you realized what Peter was staring at. He let you rip your wrists from his grasp, and he shoved his hands into his pockets after letting yours go. You looked down at the ground nervously. 

“What’s up?” Ned spoke, looking at Peter. You took a few seconds to compose yourself before looking at him too. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked between the two of you.

“Uh, nothing, I just,” he didn’t look either of you in the eye. “Ned, want to sit with me on the bus?”

You bit your lip. You remembered that you and Peter had agreed to sit on the bus together just last week. You didn’t say anything when Ned said, “Sure.”

You looked down at the ground as Ned moved in front of you to stand next to Peter, and you were stood behind them as they spoke in lightning speed between them. That was never how it was with you and Peter. The two of you would speak slowly, listening intently to each other’s words to not miss even a detail of what was said. 

You liked it that way. You liked how Peter would furrow his eyebrows lightly, biting his lip as he stared at you, looking as if he was concentrating to all of his ability, solely on you. You liked how he would murmur little “mhm”s as you would go on, and he would only start speaking when he was sure you were done. You liked how he listened to you.

It was a vast difference from seeing him now, and you wondered which way he preferred: fast-paced with Ned, or slow-paced with you. You always thought he preferred how he spoke with you, but now, seeing him grin with Ned as they easily threw words back at each other within seconds, you weren’t so sure.

You looked down at the ground sadly. You never remembered feeling so lonely before, especially with Peter always making sure to include you in everything. You turned around and walked out of the line without saying anything to the two boys who seemed to not even notice you leave. You glanced behind your shoulder as you were walking away, but you were only greeted by the sight of Peter still grinning at Ned.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard a voice say ahead of you and you looked up to see Michelle waiting in line, a few people back from where you previously stood, with a book in her hands.

“Oh, hey,” you forced a smile on your face, but the only thought that was bombarding your mind was, 

You love him. He doesn’t love you. You love him. He doesn’t love you.

“Want to sit with me?” She asked, a knowing smile on her face. You gave her a real smile in response, moving into the space next to her.

“Thanks, MJ,” you said softly, head leaning back down to aim at the floor.

“He looked back at you,” she said, opening her book and beginning to read it. She stared down at it as you lifted your head to stare at her.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Peter,” she elaborated, and your heart sped up at the mention of his name.

You needed to get this under control.

“What about Peter?” You asked, looking ahead of the line at him and Ned, where you saw them still talking.

“He looked back at you when you turned around and came my way.”

Your eyes widened the smallest bit. You didn’t want to believe her words so easily, because for all you could know, she was only telling you this to cheer you up. But still, you found your sadness deflate slightly.

“No, he didn’t,” you said, trying to convince yourself. “I turned around and looked. He was still talking to Ned.”

“Right when you turned around and started walking away,” she said. She was still looking at her book, but you weren’t so sure she was actually reading it. “He looked at you for a second. And when you turned around to look at him, he turned back around to Ned.” 

“I, uh,” you stumbled over your words, not quite knowing what to think.

Why hadn’t he said anything? You and Peter would always be immediate to speak up if noticing something was wrong with the other. Neither of you ever hesitated on that. So why had he today?

“He looked at me,” you said monotonously, but Michelle knew it was a question. She knew you needed to hear it again.

“He looked at you,” she replied. She looked up from her book for a few moments to meet your eyes. “He looked a little worried to me, if I’m being honest.” She quirked her eyebrow at you for a quick second, smirking lightly, before looking back down at her book.

You looked back down to the ground, thinking.

But why didn’t he say anything?

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I know it may seem like it’s taking a while for them to get together (or will they end up together?), but I want to make sure it’s realistic enough. After being friends for years, neither of them would want to chance ruining their friendship so easily by confessing after not being completely sure about themselves—and each other—yet. I hope you guys understand that! Let me know what you guys think of this one and voice your opinions! Whether they’re good or bad, I want to hear them! Requests are open, and if you guys want to send something from a prompt list I reblog, please let me know which list you’re asking from!

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For the Future

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader (female pronoun, 1st person POV)

Genre : Fluff

Warning : Ayy late night future contemplating with Tom Holland

Word Count : 1203 words

A/N : I wrote this in 36 minutes, 6 hours before my flight to Singapore and I actually thought about the plot 2 minutes before I sleep last night so before this idea dissolve, i decided to quickly write it so it kinda suck. Sorry.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

A/A/N : I’m sorry, i just love Tom Holland. He could break my heart and I would probably say thank you.



Night time seems precious to the both of us.

The darkness of the night sky and the glittery twinkling starlight made life seem so much bearable.

So thank God for the huge window in Tom’s apartment.

Well… It’s now more like our apartment considering how much time I spent in the said apartment and I’ve left probably a quarter of my things around. His mum even told me to just move in so Tom wouldn’t bug her so much whenever he felt like he’s seeing less of me each day.

So here we are now, cuddling on the sofa, facing the big window in front of us with only a dimly lit lamp to help us see better. We were both draped in a huge, soft, woven blanket with our legs tangled like an octopus and our arms on each of the other’s torsos.

“Okay, but seriously, though… How could you think football is insignificant?” he asked while feigning an annoyed expression at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Tom… it’s a game where you would almost literally kick one another just to get a ball and you kick the said ball everywhere until you score, I just don’t get all the hype”

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Ground Rules Part 6 | Tom Holland x Reader

Teaser PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 COMPLETE! (check my mobile master list for working links)

Summary: it took a lot more than kisses to open your heart, and only one word to break it all over again

Warnings: smut & then what

Word Count: 7K+ high hopes (FUCK)

Please don’t stop.

Your plea rang out in Tom’s ear, feeling your hot breath tickle his neck. He licked his lips in excitement, as he felt your face snuggle into his back; he loved it when you pressed close.

The light from the TV flashed on your faces, as some babe was getting slashed in half in the movie, her screams echoing out in the room. Haz and Em were glued to the screen, their toes curled in anticipation.

Tom’s finger glided over your wet panties, tracing the line of your folds. It was a ghostly touch, almost ticklish, but enough to make your face burn hot. You could barely breathe. Your labored breaths matched that of the dying actress, your own toes were curled in pleasure, and your eyes were nearly shut in ecstasy.

In smoothing strokes, he pressed down harder, rubbing you down slow and matching the pace to his own breathing.

Tom wanted you to know what he was doing to you.

You hugged his arm closer, urging him to go deeper, to touch you hotter, to make you feel.

Tom laughed smugly, his whole palm coming down to rub over your soaked underwear. He pushed down, pressing with his middle and ring finger, then pulled up, holding your abdomen for a moment, and then pushed his hands back under your panties in a swift movement.

You shudder hard, and let out a small gasp.

Thomas Fucking Holland…

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BECAUSE OF OLD BAD GUYS

Summary: You tend to Peter’s wounds in secret

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“I’m pretty sure I’ve stitched this area before.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You let out a heavy sigh, “Peter, how much longer are you going to hide this from aunt May?”

“Until I can guarantee that she won’t get completely pissed off that I’m doing this.”

You reached for the rubbing alcohol.

“One day, I’m gonna get caught helping you.”

“Yeah, like that time I fell from your window.” he said while chuckling.

You looked at him with little bit of shock “Huh?”

“Remember?We almost got caught. W-when uhh… y-your mom came like kinda early and you m-made me bullet my ass upstai-” He was trying to seem unfazed by the burning alcohol.

“Yeah.” Your laugh filled the room.

Peter looked around your room as he said, “you’re parents would kill me first.”

“And then tell May,” you both said in unison.

You clasped a new cotton pad and dipped it into the rubbing alcohol as he spoke.

“My cheap goggles broke again…can I-”

That time he didn’t pretend not to feel it.

“Damnit!”

“Yes, you can borrow my swimming goggles” you said with a smirk.

“Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Because it would hurt more…and you’re Spider-man.” you said with a whisper and a smile.

You both paused your playful laughing and whining to begin staring into each other’s eyes.

“You always had the prettiest eyes.” he mumbled. You slowly loosened your grasp on your instruments when he decided to touch his forehead with yours.

“Peter,” you closed your eyes while smiling and felt the room become warmer, “you’re making me feel dizzy.”

“H-huh?” he quickly flew his head back in worry, but the rush to check your health had him hit his head on the bed headboard; hard.

“Shit!” he moaned.

That’s when you began laughing at his unnecessary reaction. He let out a nervous chuckle before he leaned in for a kiss. In response, you lightly pushed at his chest.

“No,” you whined, “your lip is busted.

“So?” he raised a brow.

“So,” you began packing up the kit, “don’t wanna make it worse.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just stare at your pretty face.” he added while throwing the bag full of blood soaked materials in his bag.

Once you both finished cleaning up, you shut off the lights and climbed onto your bed, along with Peter, to briefly rest.

“Peter?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he turned to get a better look at you.

“I hate seeing you get hurt.”

“Aww (Y/N), don’t worry.” He reached out to bring you into his embrace.

“I’ll be fine…Mr. Stark only let’s me fight the local bad guys. As your neighborhood Spider-man, I’d like to tell you that the bad guys in Queens are all old dudes.” he finished.

Laughter echoed off of the darkened walls. He kissed your forehead. The next morning the night had disappeared along with him.

Come Back to Me (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes: “Can I request like a continuation of your homecoming fic, like where Peter begins to gain feelings for reader? Please?”
Genre: Fluff??
Warnings: Blood Mention
Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by blurryfandoms

When you heard the familiar knock on your bedroom window in the late hours of the night, you smiled. You moved from your bed and to the window across the room, opening it to see Spiderman sticking to the side of your house. You laughed lightly, still not used to the sight after this happening nearly every night for the past three months.

“Hey, Pete,” you greeted him as he crawled into your room. You closed the window behind him and plopped back onto your bed as he took his mask off and threw it onto your desk. He groaned as he laid down next to you, finally being able to relax after what you presumed was a long night of fighting.

After a few minutes of silence, he turned his head towards you. “Hey, (YN),” he laughed softly, and the smile that lit up his face caused a smile to form on your own. 

“Long night?” You asked, staring down at him fondly. He nodded, turning his head to face the ceiling again and letting his eyes fall closed. You continued to look at him fondly until you realized he could catch you, and you quickly looked down at your hands. 

It’d been three months since the Homecoming dance, since Peter had told you he was Spiderman, since Liz left the school—and the state—due to her father’s trial. You and Peter had been closer than ever. You helped him hide his secret from Aunt May, and although you were jealous when you found out Ned had known before you, it was easier for Peter to have two friends to rely on instead of one.

He had been coming over your house almost every night, and if he needed an icepack or to get his cuts cleaned up and bandaged properly, you were always ready. You hadn’t been getting as much sleep as you used to in fear Peter would come to your window severely hurt and you wouldn’t answer because you were sleeping, so you resorted to drinking multiple cups of coffee a day to stay awake and energized at whatever hour he would stop by.

“Any injuries you need cleaned up today?” You asked, breaking the silence. Peter opened his eyes and looked back at you. 

“No, I’m okay,” he smiled again. You resisted the urge to grin back at him. “Thanks, though.”

“Mhm,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, noticing the warm feeling in your chest you got whenever he smiled at you. You looked away again. “That’s good, because you know how squeamish I get around blood,” you joked and he laughed. You knew he was still looking at you, but you wouldn’t dare glance his way when you were sure a large smile was on his face. 

You hopped off of your bed and wordlessly left your room, grabbing two water bottles from your fridge quietly to not wake up your parents. You walked back to your bedroom to see Peter now sitting up on your bed. He smiled at you again. He needed to stop that. You sat down next to him, and you handed him one of the bottles of water. 

“Thanks,” he said, and you nodded as you opened your own. You heard the crackling of the bottle in seconds, before you had even taken a sip from yours, and you looked over to see Peter’s bottle empty. You laughed under your breath and extended your arm to offer him your bottle.

“Want mine?” You asked.

“No, no, I’m fine,” he shook his head, although his eyes stayed on the water in your hands. 

You moved it closer to him. “Take it,” you said, smile on your face when he took it from you and gulped the whole bottle down in seconds again. You laughed another time as a few drops of water fell down his chin.

“Come on, don’t get water on my bed,” you chastised him and raised your hand without thinking, wiping the water off his chin with your thumb. He looked at you with wide eyes, and you froze with your thumb in midair when you had realized what you had done. 

“I- uh- I,” he stuttered over his words, continuing to stare you in the eyes. 

“Sorry,” you forced out, and you found the strength in you to put your thumb down and wipe it on your pajama pants. You quickly looked away from him and he cleared his throat. 

“I’m- uh- gonna get going. Spanish quiz tomorrow, so, I should probably get some sleep in,” he laughed nervously and stood up from your bed, and you stood up after him to close the window behind him.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. You watched him put his mask on and crawl out the window, and as he stuck to the side of your house again, ready to web himself to another building, he looked towards you like he did every night, and said,

“Thanks, best friend,” before disappearing into the night. 

You sighed as you closed your window. You shut your lamp off and crawled into bed, trying to fall asleep. You thought, these feelings need to leave before it ruins your friendship with Peter.

You didn’t fall asleep for hours.

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I’m not sure I’m liking this as much as the first part, but I am planning on writing another part and making this into a mini series. Please let me know if you guys would actually like a third part!! Thank you so much for all the notes left on the first part, it means a lot!!! Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open :)

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It Was An Accident! - Peter Parker

Originally posted by starkissedtom

word count: 8382
warnings: swearing
summary: (y/n) always kisses Peter on the cheek and he loves it so much he thought he’d do the same for her.  but this dork’s aim is a little bit off.

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Imagine all the pets who watched their owners vanish into ashes and just stayed near them, waiting for them to return because they can’t comprehend what happened.

Originally posted by gifsme