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|Spider-Mans Sis| Peter Parker

Big Brother!Peter Parker x Little Sister!Reader

Requested: I was wondering if you could write a Big Brother! Peter Parker & Little Sister! Teen! Reader where the reader is a year younger than Peter. She knows he is Spiderman, and she is always supporting Peter. Reader is very outgoing, easily excited, laughs at almost everything, and just very dorky? One day she is getting picked on by Flash and Peter gets into a fight with Flash, and at the end, Peter cheers the reader up by making funny faces and voices while as Spiderman? I hope that isn’t too specific.


Warnings: Peter punches someone… woops, a bit of cussing, nothing else i think

A/N: Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! (I have exams this week and they’re a bitch) I hope you enjoy! Also thanks so much for 2.5k!!

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Being Spider-Mans sister must seem pretty great. But to be honest…

It’s the BEST thing ever! Like whenever I’m late, I’ll just text Peter and if he isn’t busy he’ll just swing by. The only downside is that I can’t tell anyone. I can’t tell anyone my brother is a bad-ass. Especially Flash. Ugh- He just annoys the shit out of me. He picks on Peter and I all the time and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from basically telling him to shut his mouth cause he’s bullying a superhero.

“Hey- Y/N-” I looked up from my food tray at Ned.

“Huh?” I must have spaced out.

“You’ve been staring at your food for like- five minutes.” I giggled.

“Sorry- I guess I spaced out.” I picked my fork up and started to eat the mashed potatoes on my tray.

“What were you thinking about?” Peter asked. I shrugged and swallowed my food before I spoke.

“Just high school. And the fact I have three more years in this hell hole.” We all chuckled and Ned and Peter went back to their conversation

“But seriously Peter, I think you could kick Tony Starks ass.” Ned flung his hands in the air while talking.

“No- Mr. Stark knows everything about my suit. He could destroy me in a second, he’d probably go for my web shooters cause that’s a key function on my suit and I use it the most.”

“Yeah- but you could web him up in a second before he could shoot your… webbers,” I said, siding with Ned. They both laughed.

“Webbers?” Ned asked, then laughed again. I thought for a second and then laughed loudly. I seriously just said webbers? I let out a snort and then a voice roared behind me.

“Y/N!” I stopped laughing and turned in my seat. “Pipe it down- will ya? Your laugh is annoying.” Flash said from the table beside us. I looked back at my food with a pissed look planted on my face.

“Just ignore him, Y/N. Your laugh just probably interrupted the emptiness in his head.” Peter said, taking a bite out of his sandwich. We all looked at each other in silence and then broke out into laughter for the second time.

“Hey!” I stopped laughing once again and groaned, giving my attention to Flash. “You sound like a hyena. Stop it.” The girls at his table laughed and I rolled my eyes. When I looked back, Peter was pushing himself up from the table.


“Don’t pick on my sister, Flash. You’re just pissed she isn’t wrapped around your finger like any other girl here.” Peter said as he walked up to their table, right in front of Flash.

“I could care less. She’s a Parker. Anyone related to you has to be a loser.” Flash had stood up from his seat and began walking around the table to Peter. I stood up as well and walked towards them both.

“Shut up. Or you’ll regret it.” Peter snapped. My eyes widened. He wouldn’t hit Flash, would he? Flash walked up to him and looked at the girls.

“Like Penis Parker wou-” Before Flash could finish his sentence he looked back at Peter and was greeted by his fist.

“Peter!” I said, pushing him away from Flash, who was on the floor crying in pain.

“I’m sorry- I don’t know what came over me!” Peter hoarsely whispered. I looked around us at the lunch room. Everyone was silent and looking at us. A certain someone caught my eye though.

“Peter Parker!” The principal yelled from across the room. “Flash Thompson! My office. Now.”


I looked out over the city from the roof of my apartment building. I normally come up here to clear my mind but for some reason, my mind was still clouded with the thought of Peter having to be stuck in detention for eight weeks because of me. I let out a sigh as a familiar man in red spandex plopped down next to me. I didn’t glance at him and continued to look over the tall buildings. Before Peter could make small talk I spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“What for? It’s not your fault.”

“In a way it is. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have gotten detention.” Tears stung my eyes but I blinked them away. “Maybe if my laugh wasn’t so annoying-”

“Hey- Your laugh isn’t annoying at all. Flash is just an ass.” I looked at Peter and I could tell he was slightly smiling through his mask. I sighed and looked back out over the city. A few moments passed and then Peter’s spider symbol detached from his chest. It flew and landed on his head. “Y/N please laugh.” A loud, manly voice roared calmly. My eyes widened and shot to Peter. A few moments of silence went by, which was then broken my booming laugh. Peter chuckled too which was then deepened by the spider a top his head. My hand moved to my stomach which was starting to hurt. I started to talk in between my laughs.

“That spider- sounds- like its hit puberty- before you!” His eye glasses widened and his jaw dropped, which made me laugh even more.

“I can’t believe you just said that!” Peter said through the spider, but his voice cracked on ‘believe’. We both laughed harder, and I let out a snort. After our laughter died down I sighed and wiped a tear away.

“Thanks, Pete,” I said, smiling out over the city.

“Anything for my little (Y/N/N) bean.” He said, ruffling my hair and putting an arm around me. “Now how about I go get out of this suit and we can get some Thai.” He said, jumping up and offering a hand to me. I pretended to think for a second.

“Hmmm. You know… Thai doesn’t sound half bad.”

“the flash” s3 sentence starter

“i got you a wallet.”
“who exactly is paying for all of this?”
“the best way to teach someone something is to throw them in the deep end. that’s how i taught you how to swim, remember?”
“would you want to get a coffee? i mean, i know you’re having a coffee right now, i meant, like, at a different time…with me. or, it doesn’t even have to be coffee, it can be any kind of beverage…like a wine, or a beer- not that i want to get you drunk. we could get iced tea. do you like iced tea? would you want to get an iced tea with me?”
“i just came up with the best idea ever…or the worst idea ever…BUT, it’s an idea!”
“where the hell am i? is this a dentist office?”
“my, my, getting rather violent in your young age.”
“there’s a method to the madness, mate, just watch and learn.”
“calm down, let’s just talk about this…like two adults…over coffee…or dinner. there’s a great thai place up the road if you like thai.”
“i can’t help who i’m attracted to, even if it is the sexy, intense, deadly ones.”
“this is visual terrorism, i won’t look at it.”
“i do know what kind of person you are. deep down you care about people.”
“nuh-uh, i don’t know you, string bean.”
“i never say yes to guys/girls asking me out, yet i said yes to you. why is that?”
“sometimes i do listen to you.”
“some people are meant to be in your life, i guess.”
“oh, that reminds me. who the hell is this?”
“there comes a time in every relationship when you realize there’s too much love for two – people. and, when that happens you know in your heart that the only solution is to make your family a little bigger. no, hey, listen, this is really important. is __ a dog or cat person?”
“time to turn things up to eleven.”
“no thanks, my money needs me.”
“you’re cute, but you talk too much.”
“i think you’re flirting with me to distract me because you’re scared.”
“i guess some rules are worth breaking.”
“because we’re connected…jackass.”
“you ask for my help, and then inevitable, immediately, we end up up the creek!”
“is there a better way to get to work than by helicopter? let me answer that, capital n, little o.”
“i swear to god, my life was somewhat normal before i met you.”
“you know i’ve never done drugs. that’s because i was always afraid i’d see weird stuff.”
“i hope this is the right place, because if this isn’t the right place someone is about to be real confused.”
“best. team up. ever!”
“you need to stop beating yourself up over this.”
“i like shark week, i’m not a marine biologist.”

Elevators- Leafyishere Imagine

In which Calvin keeps running into (Y/N) on the apartment building elevator.

Originally posted by leafybeefy

A/N: Hello, I enjoy writing sub par fanfiction on my free time! Haha, anyway this is my first time writing a “person x reader” fic, and my first imagine I’ve written in a reallllllyyyyy long time so hopefully it isn’t that bad. Enjoy!   

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Party Hats and Complications

(New Years Eve: approximately three months later)

        I stood with Maven at the little party he had thrown together a few days ago. I sipped my champagne halfheartedly, and tried to not think about how bored I was. I’d let Maven drag me to this thing after hearing that most of our class would be at it. In the end, it was mostly just people he knew. I felt like his arm candy as I stood off to the side, watching him converse with everyone in the upper elite. The music was terrible, and the food was disgusting. The only good thing that seemed to be coming out of the party was the alcohol, which there was not nearly enough of.

        Maven glanced at me across the way, and then waved me over. I tried to keep from groaning as I crossed the living room of his brother’s apartment. Maven had used the place for his little party, since his brother was supposedly spending New Years at their family’s house, helping their father host some event or another. I figured Maven would have been there with them, but his mother had told him that it was a perfect idea for him to build his own little circle of friends. More like minions, I thought bitterly as I approached Maven and his ring of friends. I had met his family twice now, his father once, and his mother the other time. Both times they had looked at me with barely hidden disgust, and had then moved on. I hadn’t seen Cal since that weekend at the beginning of November. I hadn’t bothered to text him, or so much as call him since then. His text had sat in my phone though, and I didn’t dare tell anyone that sometimes, I sat awake at night, staring at that text, thinking about texting him.

        I stepped up next to Maven who wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said, “Mare, this is Sonya Iral. You two have math together don’t you?”

        I glanced at the girl before me, and then nodded. She looked me over and then said, “You were the girl who showed up on the day of the midterm without knowing about it.”

        Her friends snickered around her, and I tensed before pretending to laugh with them. “Definitely not my finest moment.” I said as I went to take another drink from my champagne. Maven pulled it out of my hand though and set it aside before saying, “I think you’ve had enough Mare.”

        I glared at him, but he smiled softly at me, and then said, “Why don’t you go get some water?”

        Pulling away from him, I stomped into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get myself some. While I was, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down at my pocket in surprise and then setting the water pitcher down, I pulled my phone out. The screen was lit up with a message and I felt my stomach plunge into my hips when I saw who it was from. I opened the message and read the single text, the one I thought I would never receive from him again. It was a simple, one line, asking: What are you doing tonight?

        I leaned back and glanced through the doorway at Maven and the rest of the party before looking back at my phone. I chewed on my lip for second and then stealing myself, I typed a response. You’re brother’s party at your apartment.

        There was no response for a solid minute, and when it came, I inhaled sharply.

        What?! He didn’t tell me he was having it there! How many people are there?

        My stomach churned as I realized I had probably just thrown Maven under the bus. Swallowing, I realized that I left my phone messages on read, which meant that he knew I had seen the message and that I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t see it. I gripped my phone tightly and then replied.

        It’s really boring, maybe ten people at most. Your stuff is fine, Maven’s doing a good job of keeping it under control.

        He didn’t respond after that, but I saw the message thing for a few seconds, like he was typing something and then changed him mind. With a shrug, I pocketed my phone again and then went back to getting myself water.

        I walked back into the living room, and sank down on the couch then, nursing my water slowly. I watched Maven as he continued to speak with people, laughing, completely unaware that his brother was probably going to kick his ass for doing this without his permission. My phone buzzed again, and I frowned as I fished it out of my pocket once more. Another message from Cal. This time, not as angry, maybe even teasing.

        Need someone to rescue you?

        My heart hammered in my chest, and then glancing at Maven one more time before I replied, I watched him smirk at Sonya who giggled and took a drink from her champagne. I pursed my lips and then replied.


        There was no response, no bubble popping up that would tell me if he was responding, no read at sign either. I felt the disappointment before I could process it. Cursing myself I shoved my phone away and grumbled, “He wouldn’t come anyway.”

        I sat on the couch for another half hour, trying to ignore how bored I  was. Maven hadn’t been paying much attention to me, and I didn’t mind. It wasn’t like this was really a date or anything.

        The door into the apartment slammed shut, and everyone froze. Maven flipped around, and I straightened up on the couch as I craned my neck to see what was going on. Cal appeared in the doorway then, dressed in a nice sweater and a pair of jeans. Maven glanced at him in surprise and then glanced around at all the people present. He swallowed visibly and then said, “It’s not what it looks like.”

        “No, you know what it looks like? Like you’re in my apartment with alcohol. Do you have any idea how much shit I would get into if one of them gets into an accident and they tell the police where they got the alcohol from?”

        Maven purses his lips and then replies “No one’s drinking that much…”

        “Out, everyone out now.” He spits, and they don’t need to be told twice. They all flee, and I watch as Maven watches them, his mouth hanging open. He glares at his brother then and spits, “What the hell! This was going perfectly before you showed up.”

        “Then go chase after them, go enjoy tonight, but don’t do it in my apartment.” Cal spit. Maven sneered and then stormed by me. He grabbed his jacket and then glared at his brother before leaving. The apartment door slammed behind him, and then it was just the two of us. Cal was watching the door though, like Maven might come back through. When nothing happens, he turns to look at me, and raising my brow at him I say, “My God you’re dramatic.”

        He throws his head back and laughs before coming to stand in front of me. I look up at him and then say, “There’s champagne still sitting around, if you’re interested.”

        He snorts and then turns and collapses on the couch. I smirk at him and then ask, “Was I supposed to leave too?”

        He glances at me, and then replies, “Not unless you want to. I figured Maven was going to grab you or something. You two are practically dating now.”

        “Your brother and I are not dating.” I enunciate each word as I down the rest of my water and slam the glass on the table. Cal watches me for a moment then and says, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

        I purse my lips and then sit back into the couch with my arms crossed. I try to ignore his last comment, deciding that it was far too vague and insinuating for my taste. We hadn’t even talked since that day that he drove me home and it had been months.

        “Why did you text me? I thought the number was for emergencies?” I grumble, and he blinks stupidly for a moment. With a shrug though, he replies causally, “It was an emergency, you were bored, and so was I. I classify that as a death con 3 emergency.”

        I tried to hide my smile, but it still squeaked through, and he saw it. He smirked at me, but when I looked back at him, I narrowed my eyes and said, “Yeah, well now there’s no party, I have no ride home, my family’s out having dinner, and I’m still bored.”

        His smile fell quickly, and he sank back into the couch before saying, “True, I didn’t really think about that part.”

        “Well done genius.” I reply. He glances out the window at the freshly falling snow, and then says, “There’s a party store down the street.”

        “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

        “We could wear party hats. Or if you really want, I’ll take you to Times Square for the ball drop.”

        I roll my eyes at his suggestions and then say, “Party hats? What are you ten? And honestly, it’s buttass freezing outside, I’m not going to Times Square and freezing my ass off for four more hours just to watch some dumb ball drop.”

        He shrugs again, and then looks at the black screen of the TV. I follow his eyes, and we sit in silence for ten minutes. Eventually though, my stomach growls, demanding food, and I shift uncomfortably before saying, “There’s a great Thai place down the street though. We could get Thai food… and your stupid party hats… and then come back here?”
        He doesn’t bother to hide his smile as he gets up from the couch and grabs my arm to drag me with him. Before I know it, he’s throwing one of his sweatshirts at me, and then dragging me down the hall, down the stairs, and finally outside.


        Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting on his couch again, boxes of Thai food in front of us. He changed out of his sweater and into a plain white shirt, and offered me a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I took them, grateful to be out of my sweater and jeans. They were seven sizes too big though, and I spent more time hiking up the pants than I did wearing them. They were comfortable though, and honestly, I was slightly intoxicated by the smell of his soap and cologne on them.

        I point my chopsticks at the TV and then asked, “Do you think she’s found the fountain of youth, because I swear to God that woman has looked the same age since I was six.”

        The anchor woman I was talking about gestures dramatically to the massive crowd behind her, and then holds out the microphone to a man so that he can say something into it. Cal shrugs and then setting his box down he says, “I honestly couldn’t tell you. But it’s either magic or cosmetics.”

        I snickered and then took another bit of my chicken. I stretched my legs out so that they rested in his lap, and then asked, “How come you live here alone? Why not live on campus or in your house?”

        He picks at a thread on the hem of the pants I’m wearing and then says, “I like being here, I like being able to get away from everything.”

        We fall to silence again, me eating my food, and him just playing with the hem of the pants. I glance up when his fingers brush my skin softly and then ask, “What are you doing?”

        “Hm?” He murmurs absentmindedly as he shifts his fingers so that they don’t brush my skin anymore. I wiggle down more and then ask, “Why did you text me though, for real?”
        He frowns at my legs and then replies, “Because I was lonely, and I just wanted someone I could talk to I guess.”

        “Oh,” I say lamely, and then go back to my food. There is still three hours until midnight, but I don’t feel like asking Cal to drive me home just yet. I’m comfortable on this couch, with him, with everything, so far. He glances up at me and then asks, “Why did you let me have your number, you didn’t really know me.”

        It was my turn to shrug, and when I reply it’s in the same soft whisper that he used. “To tell you the truth, I wanted to see you again.”

        His eyes flicker to mine for a moment before he turns them back to the TV. We sit in silence again, until he clears his throat and says, “I’m gonna break out the party hats now, and we’re going to play some old fashioned card games until the ball drops.”

        “Cal-“ He gets up before I can say anything else, and I set my food down on the coffee table before setting my head in my hand and massaging the bridge of my nose. This was getting complicated very fast. I didn’t want that though, I just wanted everything to work out. Cal came back before I could put my thoughts together though and with a smile he handed me an old paper party hat with a string so that it could be worn. I slowly slipped it on my head and then snickered when he had trouble getting it on his own.

        “This is what I get for being so arrogant.” He grumbles as he tries to maneuver it on. In the end, he just wore it on his forehead, so he looked like a pouting unicorn. I tried so hard not to laugh at it, but I couldn’t hold it in, and we both laughed about it in the end.

        Three hours later, we’re still sitting on his couch, empty ice cream bowls as well as Thai boxes are scattered on the table in front of us, and I lean back into his chest, content to just fall asleep there. He sets his chin on top of my head and we watch as the numbers on the TV clock start to count down.

        At ten, Cal shifts and I glance up at him curiously. His eyes bore into mine from nine to seven. From six to five, I inhale softly, and from five to four, I exhale. From four to three, he leans close. From three to two, I close my eyes, and make a wish. Finally, his lips press against mine, soft and careful, and yet passionate all the same. Outside, I can hear the fireworks going off in Central Park, and I can hear the people on their balconies screaming and cheering. But those sounds fade into the background as I slowly turn, pulling my lips away from Cal’s for a fraction of a second. His eyes flutter open, only to close again, as I roll my forehead against his and then slowly straddle him. I thread my fingers though his hair and pull him back up to my lips. He grabs fistfuls of the sweatshirt I’m wearing and murmurs against my lips, “Happy New Year.”

        I smirk and then press a light kiss against his nose, whispering, “Happy New Year to you too.”

        His lips are on mine then, hard and warm, needing, but not desperate. He seemed to be taking his time too, like he’s enjoying this. His teeth nip my lower lip softly and I growl happily before he pulls away and whispers, “Things just got very complicated.”

        I rolled my eyes and pushed his hair out of his face. Slowly I lowered my lips back to his and then replied, “I don’t mind, I happen to like complicated.” My lips enclose his again, and this time I let myself enjoy every second of it.



I can’t help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lily is quiet for a moment before she says, “I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”
I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.
I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won’t crumble beneath the pain?
She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.

Happy birthday to the lovely and amazing Thai! @lilycolloway