peter-beste

Secret Identities

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Fluff, fighting

A/N: Changed the way they tell each other, I hope that’s okay!

“You heading to Gwen’s party Saturday night?” your long time best friend, Peter, asks after swallowing his mouthful of PB&J sandwich.

You shrug, “I don’t know,”

“What? Why?” Peter says, his voice raising an octave and his eyebrows shooting up.

Your stomach clenches, and you try to quickly think of a lie, “I… Uh… I’ve got too much homework,”

Peter frowns, “As if! No one has homework, we’re graduating next week,”

“Today’s our last day,” Ned adds, making Peter nod enthusiastically.

Your cheeks flush, knowing you’d been caught in your stupid lie, “Guess I can make it then,” you mumble.

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Wendy Darling Comes To Town

Summary: When Wendy Darling, Peter’s long-time best friend, arrives in Neverland, you’re thrilled to meet her. However, you soon start to suspect that seemingly sweet Wendy may have ulterior motives-and wants to be more than just friends with Peter.

Word Count: 1574

Warnings: Mild Language

You were sure something was up.

Something had to be.

You’d reached that conclusion whilst sitting in the tallest tree in Neverland with Wendy Darling on the branch below you.

She’d arrived a week ago, and Peter was thrilled for you to meet her. However, after a while, you couldn’t help but feel that something was…off.

Within two seconds of reuniting, they had each other bent over laughing hysterically and sharing stories of the adventures they’d had since the last time they met.

At first, you were unbelievably happy to finally be able to meet someone important from Peter’s past (since meeting any of his family was out of the question). When you heard that you would able to meet Wendy, Peter’s best friend since childhood, you were ecstatic.

You hadn’t thought you had anything to worry about. Peter had introduced you to Wendy as his “perfect other half”, which turned your face red as you shook Wendy’s hand.

Wendy was also incredibly nice, and you could tell why she was one of Peter’s only real, close friends. She’d listened to your stories about how rough it was getting to Neverland, and how when you first met Peter, you’d tried to decapitate him with the sword you’d stolen from the pirates on the Jolly Roger.

She just seemed so…perfect.

Until a few nights ago.

It was dinner time, and Peter and Wendy were out on a walk. Naturally, you were sent to go find them.

You were about to call out their names when you saw them through the trees, standing in the clearing talking.

It was clear the conversation they were having was a serious one, and for a second, you wondered if you should just leave them alone and give them a few more minutes.

That’s when Wendy’s hand had reached out, touching Peter’s arm and she said, “Pete, I have something to tell you.”

It felt like a slap in the face. You’d emerged then, staring at them both coldly.

“Hey, you guys.” You managed to say in only a slightly cross manner. “Dinner’s ready.”

Since then, you realized it seemed Wendy was always trying to corner Peter by himself. To “talk” to him.

Now, Peter passed by below, and you watched as Wendy’s gaze followed him.

You weren’t one to be petty or jealous, but the whole thing made your blood boil.

“What were you saying, Y/N?” Wendy asked, her attention cutting back to you once Peter was gone.

“Oh, it wasn’t anything important.” You muttered, almost wanting her to detect the edge in your voice.

Wendy beamed up at you, placing a hand on your leg. “Of course it was important. Y/N, you have some of the wildest stories I’ve ever heard. You’ve been practically everywhere!”

She let her hand linger on your skin, and it only added to your anger.

Does she honestly think she can just try to make a pass at my boyfriend right in front of me and I won’t even notice?

It goes without saying that by the last night of her stay, you were pretty damn sick of Wendy Darling.

You didn’t have the heart to say anything to Peter. He was even more oblivious than Wendy (at least, you hoped Peter was oblivious). Plus, you were still the one who got to crawl into his bed at night, not Wendy Darling. (Again, you hoped).

Essentially, you were bursting to tell someone how much you hated Wendy Darling, preferably Wendy Darling.

After the meal was finished, one of the Lost Boys proposed a fun game to play with the entire group.

However, Wendy piped up, “Actually, Peter, care to take a stroll for one last time before we start any nightly festivities?”

Your brain exploded with expletives you wanted to scream.

You waited until they disappeared into the woods, and then you followed them.

Hiding in some shrubbery (yes, this was a new low for you), you watched them carefully as they stood beneath the stars in the same clearing as a few nights ago.

Wendy cleared her throat, turning to Peter. “P, there’s something I’ve really wanted to tell you. I’ve been keeping it from you for a while, actually. It’s just, you mean so much to me, and I didn’t want anything to change…”

In that moment, some god above did you a favor.

Felix appeared into the clearing, grabbing Peter’s arm and informing him, “Peter, one of the boys has become violently ill. He won’t stop vomiting. Will you come back and make him a potion?”

“Yes, of course!” Peter turned back to Wendy. “You don’t mind waiting a bit, do you Wen? I’ll be back in a hurry, I promise.”

With that, Peter left with Felix, leaving Wendy all alone.

That’s when something unexpected happened.

Wendy dropped to her knees on the ground and started crying.

Wow, I get you dig my boyfriend, but crying over missing your chance to hit on him? That’s a little much.

After a few minutes of sobbing, you decided it was time to intervene. You stepped out into the clearing, startling Wendy when you did.

When she saw you, she started wiping her tears instantly, springing to her feet. “Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. I was, uh, I was just-”

“Wendy, what’s going on?” You asked. It was about time you found out the truth.

“Y/N, it’s just…” She took a deep breath.

You braced yourself. Here she was, about to confess to you that…

“Y/N, I’m gay!”

Your jaw dropped open.

That was not the confession you were expecting.

“Oh, um…” You started to say, but then Wendy collapsed again, weeping.

Jesus Christ.

You crouched down, rubbing Wendy’s back comfortingly.

In that moment, you were so, so, so incredibly thankful you hadn’t called her a bitch.

“I’ve been trying to tell Peter this whole time!” Wendy wailed. “But every time I try to, something gets in the way. And I’m just so god damn afraid that…”

She trailed off, swatting tears off of her cheek angrily. You tried to get her back on track.

“Afraid of what?” You asked softly.

Wendy looked up at you, her ocean eyes filled with tears. “Afraid that he wouldn’t think of me the same. That once I told him, everything he perceived me to be would change. Peter is…” A horrible sob released from her throat, and your heart sank to the very lowest of your chest.

You waited until she calmed down a bit to finish.

“…Peter is the only best friend I’ve ever had. Before I met him, I was just some boring girl living in a small, stuffy apartment in London. He helped show me the world, Y/N. And now I’m gonna ruin it.”

It was then that you couldn’t imagine how you could have ever hated Wendy Darling. Because, at the end of the day, you two both just endlessly loved Peter Pan, even if in two different ways.

“Wendy, you could never ruin you and Peter’s friendship. You don’t even know how excited he was when he first heard you were coming to visit! Wendy, he was absolutely elated. He kept telling me stories about the times you guys ran around London causing mayhem, or when you guys hopped on the backs of crocodiles to try and get across a lake but then Peter fell in and almost gotten eaten. And you know what else he tells me?”

Wendy gazed up at you, quietly sniffling while she waited for you to continue.

“He tells me how you’re his best friend, and how much he thinks the world of you. He loves you now, and he’ll still love you when you tell him this. Okay?”

She nodded, and you watched a smile finally appear on her face.

You stood up, reaching out a hand and helping Wendy Darling up. The two of you walked back to camp together, arms linked.

The next day, bright and early, you stood a few feet back while Wendy hugged Peter goodbye.

When the two of you had returned back to camp the night before, you let Wendy resume her talk with Peter, giving her an encouraging thumbs up as they’d walked away.

They came back laughing, and Wendy ran up and gave you an emotional hug before she went to bed, telling you that you were right, and thank you.

Now you felt a tiny pang in your heart, and you found yourself sad at Wendy leaving. You felt so stupid for being crazy the entire time and barely even getting to know her.

Wendy hugged all the Lost Boys goodbye and, at last, she turned to you. She wrapped her arms around you, digging her head into your shoulder. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything.”

Then, before she pulled away, she whispered, “I can see why Peter’s in love with you.” She winked.

As you watched her ship sail off into the horizon, Peter came up behind you, slipped an arm around you, and kissed you on the cheek.

You looked at him skeptically. “What was the for?”

Peter just smiled. “Wendy told me what you did for her. Thank you for being the best other half I could have asked for.”

Just like that, Wendy Darling was gone, almost as fast as she’d appeared.

And, although you’d never thought you’d say it, you couldn’t wait until the next time she visited.

anonymous asked:

Can I request something where Peter and her are best friends as superheroes but they don't know the others identity and they decide to exchange phone numbers? And then turns out they go to the same school and have to work together for a project or something idk and have to exchange numbers but they're all ready installed as their alter ego? Thanks :)))))

I’ll do my best ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

Peter the player

(A/N): I LOVE PETER SO MUCH

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it

Warnings: some swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by spiderholland

  Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked. 

   The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out, 

   "I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be. 

   "There’s no way you’re dating them,”

   "Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly. 

   "Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold. 

   (Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out? 

   "Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.

    "Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth. 

   "But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.

    "This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does. 

   "Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”

    “they’ve been bullying you?" 

   "No, that’s not what I said-”

    “Do I need to beat them for you?" 

   "No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.

    “Are you fucking serious?" 

   "I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure. 

   (Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his. 

   His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good. 

   (Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips. 

   "Um, uh-“ 

   "Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.

    “Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work. 

   "No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a Peter Parker drabble with that thing where one of them is putting on a new chapstick and the other asks to try it bc they wanna taste it, but instead of borrowing the chapstick they kiss them? With them being best friends please?

Finally, exams were over. You and your best friend, Peter, were celebrating by spending the day in the park with a picnic, courtesy of May.

You glanced to your left, where Peter was lying on his back with his eyes closed. His white t-shirt had ridden up a little bit to expose his toned stomach, and you forced yourself to look away before he could catch you staring and blushing.

It was difficult having a crush on your best friend. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, and he was so affectionate and sweet around you that it was impossible to tell whether he actually liked you.

“You okay?”

You looked back at Peter, his warm brown eyes now open and watching you in concern. You smiled softly.

“Yeah, just thinking,” you replied as he sat up slowly and used his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun.

“About good stuff?” he asked, turning his head to keep looking at you. You smiled reassuringly.

“About good stuff.”

The pair of you fell into an easy silence, just enjoying each other’s company. The gentle warmth of the sun on your face, the joyful singing of birds in the trees, and your favourite person in the world beside you brought a content smile to your lips.

“Ugh I’m so tired,” Peter announced dramatically, falling backwards against you. You laughed as his back landed against your chest, and wrapped your arms around his torso without thinking.

“You’re so heavy,” you teased, tickling his sides gently. He squealed, sitting upright again and pretending to glare at you.

“I thought I could trust you, (Nickname),” he declared in a mock-hurt tone. “I thought what we had was special.”

You rolled your eyes, unfolding your legs from beneath you and resting them in his lap as you leaned back on your hands.

“You love me really.”

His eyes softened, and a strangely small smile tugged at his thin lips.

“Yeah I do,” he admitted, and your heart skipped a beat. You knew he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to, but there was something about the look on his face…

You cleared your throat and looked away, pretending to be watching the birds in the trees as you prayed for the redness in your cheeks to fade.

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a chapstick, needing something to distract himself. Had he been too obvious when he’d said that? You two said you loved each other all the time, but your reaction had been strange. Were you beginning to realise he liked you?

You glanced over at Peter as he put on his chapstick.

“New flavour?” you asked, smiling knowingly. Peter had a slight obsession with flavoured chapsticks. He chuckled.

“Cherry. Wanna taste?” he asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows and pouting. You giggled, shifting closer to him.

“Yeah, alright.”

He held the chapstick out to you, but you ignored it. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you held his chin gently with your thumb and forefinger and guided his lips to yours.

You kept your lips pressed to his gently, not daring to move. You were about to pull away in embarrassment, when you felt Peter’s hand on your cheek and his lips moved against yours tentatively.

His lips were soft and careful, and the faint taste of cherry made you smile a little into the kiss. His fingertips ghosted over your cheek softly, and his long nose bumped against yours gently.

You pulled away reluctantly, your nose still nuzzling Peter’s. His eyes were wide and soft as they stared at you, and you giggled quietly as he bit his lip.

“Hey,” you breathed, moving your fingers away from his chin slowly. He caught your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Hey,” he replied quietly, a broad smile taking over his face. “That was unexpected.”

You chuckled. “Just a bit.”

*What’s Her Username?* Peter Parker x Reader

[REQUESTED BY ANON]

Summary: The Avengers have heard a lot about Peter’s girlfriend, Y/n. They want to meet the girl that Peter is crazy for, but first they must stalk her social media.

Word Count: 1084

Notes: This is probably very poorly written and I’m sososo sorry about that but tysm for requesting such a cute fic!

Status: Unedited.

Tags: @f-b-a-w-t-f-t and @momosakaki-san because they write some of the best peter fics that i have ever read!

Originally posted by randombitsoffandom

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Evan Peters, best known for his many roles in “American Horror Story”

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7 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.

Words: 975

A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D

Third Person:

“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.

All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.

“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”

He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.

“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”

“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.

Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”

Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.

“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.

“I still don’t understand.”

“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.

“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”

“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.

“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.

“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”

Your P.O.V:

“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.

“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”

Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.

“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.

“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.

“What?”

“Wait here.” He ordered.

“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.

After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.

“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.

You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.

The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.

“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.

“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.

You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.

Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.

“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.

Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.

“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.

“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.

“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.

“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”

“Yes?” You asked.

“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.

Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.

“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.

“But we could um…”  Peter stopped again.

“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.

“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.

You bit your lip to supress a smile.

“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.

“I mean we don’t have to…”

“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.

“Well go on then.” You teased.

Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.

You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.

“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.

You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.

“We should have done that earlier.” You said.

“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.

Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.