Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore
A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!
When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’ He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him. Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger. Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things. ‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled. Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age. He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly? He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body. ‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’ Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her. ‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked. The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment. ‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’ Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest. ‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said. ‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’ He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment. ‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’
1. Spider-Man Television Theme 2. The World is Changing 3. Academic Decommitment 4. High Tech Heist 5. On a Ned-To-Know Basis 6. Drag Racing / An Old Van Rundown 7. Webbed Surveillance 8. No Vault of His Own 9. Monumental Meltdown 10. The Baby Monitor Protocol 11. A Boatload of Trouble Part 1 12. A Boatload of Trouble Part 2 13. Ferry Dust Up 14. Stark Raving Mad 15. Pop Vulture 16. Bussed a Move 17. Lift Off 18. Fly-By-Night Operation 19. Vulture Clash 20. A Stark Contrast 21. No Frills Proto COOL! 22. Spider-Man: Homecoming Suite
Requested by anonymous: Hello! Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has invisibility and force field powers but is super shy at peter’s school and one day she gets bullied and Peter saves her and when he’s Spider-Man she saves him and he falls in love with her plz and thanks 😋
A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Please let us know if you have any feedback, positive or negative. I had fun writing this one. :) I thought of Violet from “The Incredibles”, hence the title lol
You crouched down, hiding by the convenience store across the street from the bank that was in the middle of being robbed. Three men were inside, shoving cash into large black duffel bags. They all were clad in black, complete with stereotypical ski masks. You took a deep breath, slowing your thumping heart and felt a slight chill run from the tips of your toes all the way up to your scalp. You glanced down, unable to see your hands or legs. You smiled a little as your confidence surged, glad you were finally gaining more control of your powers. You had them your whole life, but the only control you had over them was to keep them a secret; never using them. But, ever since you saw Spider-Man online one night, when you were supposed to be studying for your calculus exam the next day, you knew you could use your obscuration ability to help him out, even if you were invisible to him.
You saw the robbers you were observing dash out of the bank, each of them carrying duffel bags full of cash. You felt your heart skip a beat, suddenly feeling anxious as your mind began to race through every single worse case scenario. Hey, you told yourself, it’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. You imagined your mind as a whiteboard and yourself wiping all of your thoughts away, and with one more deep breath, and held your arm out, concentrating. Moving targets were always the hardest. You imagined a giant bubble enclosing the robbers, keeping them contained. Only, this bubble didn’t pop. You heard one of the guys yell, making the other three halt, spinning on their heels to see what was going on.
One of the men was in the middle of the sidewalk, pounding on an imaginary barrier like a mime. Except you knew he wasn’t miming. Your force field only caught one of the men. You winced at the pain the captured man was causing you; if anyone hit your shields, it was a like someone was slamming a hammer against your skull. You kept up the shield and raised your other hand, trapping the three other men in another bubble before they could run to assist their pal. All three of the men crashed into the wall of their bubble falling to the ground and the resulting pain causing you to yelp and drop your shields. You moaned as the pain subsided, rubbing your temple.
“What the heck was that?” One of the men yelled, turning this way and that to try to see a source of the mysterious boundaries. You felt your heartbeat and adrenaline pick up again, making your knees shake. You glanced down, you were still invisible. Well, partially; one arm was exposed. You were glad you decided to hide in the shadows, just in case this happened. You exhaled, a chill running down your arm as it turned invisible. As your arm disappeared, an odd swishing sound ripped through the air. You lifted your head up, toward the source.
The one and only Spider-Man was crouched on top of a street light, hands extended as he launched web after web at the bad guys, trapping them to the ground. You stared in awe, admiring how swift he was, the vivid color of his suit, the way his biceps bulged under the constraint of the near skin-tight uniform… You shook your head, stepping out of the shadows and dashing across the street to meet your idol, keeping your steps as light and silent as you could. Spider-Man froze, his head cocked to the side like he was listening. You had reached him when he stopped webbing up the bad guys, so you froze too, a few feet behind him. For some reason, you felt incredibly nervous all of the sudden, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break your ribs. Spider-Man turned around, facing you. You gasped a little and double-checked that your invisibility was still functional. Spider-Man stared in your direction. Did he see you?
“Hello?” Spider-Man called out, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Your vocal cords froze. You just stood there, three feet in front of Spider-Man, invisibility powers concealing you. After an eternity, Spider-Man called out again, but when he got no response, he sighed and turned, flinging a web toward the building in front of him.
“Good job, Spidey,” You heard him say, “You’re just hearing things. Thanks, Spider-sense, for giving me a heart attack.” He swung away, leaving you in front of the bank, the four bad guys trying to fight their way out of their sticky situation. You sighed, feeling warmth seep into your skin as you switched your invisibility powers off. The sound of the four robbers screaming like little girls when they saw someone suddenly appear out of thin air made you jump and unconsciously switch you invisibility back on, making them scream even louder. You ran toward your place, done with fighting villainy for the night.
Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for
someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to
remain friends and move on?
Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader
Word Count: 1,116
A/N: Well, I was inspired. Get ready for a new series. I don’t
know how long it will be, but this should be fun. I love feedback, and as
It was finally Homecoming Week at school and you were
actually excited for it. You had already talked to your friends, Ned, Michelle
and Peter, about dressing up for the different days. You had become close
friends with those three throughout your freshman year, and you were thankful
for that. You were especially thankful for Peter because he was probably your
closest friend out of the three because you both lived in the same apartment
complex. You always planned movie nights at each other’s places every Friday
evening when there wasn’t a big exam the following Monday. You both probably
had way too many inside jokes that annoyed Ned and Michelle when you both would
laugh at what it would be to seem nothing. Everyone thought that you and him
would be a great couple, but you always denied it because Peter was infatuated
with Liz Allan, who was a senior, the smartest girl in school and the prettiest,
even if you did have a slight crush on your best friend.
Summary: Peter decides to pay the reader a late night visit
A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry that i have been so inactive :( I have had no inspo to write good content but I hope that you all enjoy this little thing I’ve been working on. Just a reminder that requests are always open and I will try to write some soon. Also you can request any Avengers characters and Spiderman if you would like. Love you all <3
You stir in the bed as you hear the soft tapping at your window.
Your eyes flutter open and you roll over to check the time. 3:58am.
You sit up and see a dark figure hanging outside of your window. You rub your eyes and swing your legs off of the bed. Your brows furrow at the silhouette of curly hair and a backpack. You shuffle over to the window and yank it open.
“Peter? What the hell are you doing here?” you ask confused.
He smiles at you and said “Hey babe, did I wake you? I’m sorry I’m just really hyper right now because I kicked a bad guy’s butt and then I was hyped up on adrenaline so I was swinging around the city but now I can’t sleep and you always make me feel so calm and I just wanted to cuddle”.
You yawn and walk towards him, and rest your forehead against his. He brushes his nose against yours and you smile softly.
“Peter, are you saying that you came to my room at 4 in the morning, to cuddle?”
He steps back and begins to deflate his suit. He peels it off and pulls his sweater over his head.
“Yeah, basically” he says and you shake your head in amusement.
“You’re crazy Peter:” you chuckle, watching him.
“That’s okay right? I can leave if you want”
“No, it’s fine. You can stay” you respond, nodding slightly.
Peter’s face shifted slightly as he gathered his suit into his backpack and stammered “Actually I-I should probably g-get home, Aunt May will -” .
“Peter. Shut up” you interrupted “I’d like it if you stayed”.
A blush crept onto his cheeks as he placed his bag back on the floor and walked over to you.
“Yeah?” he asks.
You smile and wrap your arms around his waist as his arms find their place around your shoulders. You place a gentle kiss to the exposed skin of his collarbone and say “Of course. Now I’m tired so come on”.
You both lie down on your bed facing each other. Peter kisses you softly and pulls you closer.
“Thank you for letting me stay” Peter whispers.
“Thank you for being Spiderman” you whisper back.
Peter chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“Anytime babe” he yawns.
You smile and kiss his nose lightly. He smiles and pecks your lips, before whispering “Goodnight Y/n”.
You snuggle into his chest and whisper back “Goodnight Peter”.
“Will you at least considerate it?” Ryan, your agent, asked for the third time. Pressing your ear to shoulder, you groaned into the phone.
“I don’t need to think about it. I know I don’t want to do it.” you told him, angrily trying to put on some sneakers. “I’m not interested. Tell them that.”
“I can’t tell Marvel you’re not interested.”
“Then make something up!” you said, exuberated. “Look. I know you’re thinking ahead, about my career and my future. But I don’t want to do the movie. That’s a long contract. A long time be to be suck with someone.”
“Stuck with someone? Who do you not want to be stuck with?” he asked after you heard him take a sip of coffee. You could imagine him, pacing around his office, his assistant watching him through the glass door, waiting for her next cue.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” you said, sort of wishing it was true. “I-I-I mean that I don’t want them to be stuck with me. And people really depend on you for these movies. I mean look at how people are treating Chris Evans! He’s walking away, his contract is up. And everyone is treating him like he’s dying!” You wanted to let out a sigh of relief. You had successfully navigated away from the real reason you were so against starring in Marvel’s newest adaptation. You knew how many movies and how many years Tom was under contract. And yeah, maybe you had a right to take a role, an ex-boyfriend shouldn’t block the path of your career.
But even after everything. After everything was said and done, you still did care for Tom. You wouldn’t admit that it wasn’t as deep down as you wanted it to be. You remember him telling you about shooting, about meeting all the other superheros, about meeting sick kids. This was his career direction, this was his thing.
You didn’t want it to be your thing either.
“Okay, okay. I see what you’re saying but still think about it. I won’t tell them you’ve passed until Friday. Three days. If you change your mind, call me. If you don’t, I get it. But I want what’s best for you, kid.” With that, the two of you hung up.
Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you pulled open the door to see your roommate, face to face. You both startled each other and ended up giggling at the others face.
“There, uh, there’s a guy here to see you.”
“Hey,” you looked up to see Tom standing a few feet behind from your roommate. “I know that gala dinner is tomorrow and I thought you and I should talk a little…” You wanted to be angry that he was here, in your home, but you couldn’t. You would never admit it but seeing him a month ago had shaken loose a few feelings for him.
“Hi, Tom.” you said, quietly. Your roommate’s eyes widened and gaped at him, realizing who he was.
“Do you want me to ask him to leave?” she said softly beside you.
“No, that’s okay.” you told her and turned to him. “Let’s talk.” you said, opening your door to him. He passed your roommate with a polite nod and a quiet “good to meet you” before disappearing into your room.
“I’ll help you hide his body, if you need me to.” your roommate winked before turning back towards her room. You let out a deep breath as you shut the door behind you. This was a lot. One part of you wanted to scream and cry, here was the boy who slashed your heart down the middle, in your room, the most personal part of your house. Another part of you noticed how the misty morning fog had made his hair start to curl in just the right way. You cleared your throat and threw your bag down.
“How’d you know where I live?” you asked.
“Ah, well. One of the last texts you sent me was this address.” he said, the small note of shame in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Oh, yeah. Remembering that text made you want to laugh. You were so angry with him. You were moving to an apartment a little bit further from campus and had asked for his help. Thinking back to it, you could almost pinpoint the exact words you used.
Here’s my address :) see you at noon!
Hey, everything ok? It’s 12:30 and you’re not here?
Just tried calling you…
Tom? Are you ok?
It’s 12:45, you’re really late. What’s going on?
Did you sleep in again? I’m not mad I just want to know you’re ok.
I just saw Harrison’s instagram story. Fuck you.
How could you just leave me? For FUCKING PINBALL?
I know moving isn’t fun but I’m your GIRLFRIEND. You’re supposed to be here for me, even when it’s boring.
ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE HOLLAND.
I can’t believe this. You’re a fucking asshole. Fuck you.
Okay, so it wasn’t a happy memory. But the anger was so familiar, like this was just yesterday. You wanted to laugh because you were worried if you didn’t you would cry.
“Look, (Y/N). I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I owe you so much more than an apology. I can’t even believe what I did to you. It was so wrong, on so many fucking levels. I’m so truly sorry, from the bottom of my heart. There were so many things going on and, I know how this sounds but it’s the truth, the awful, awful truth. You were the easiest to ignore. Everything was just crashing down on me. Marvel wants this. My agents needs that. My manager says this. The fans stay that. It’s a lot of pressure.”
You couldn’t find words. You couldn’t even understand what you were feeling.
“I was immature. I didn’t know how special you were and how much of a fucking monster I was to think that your feelings should and could be ignored. I can’t imagine how much I’ve fucking hurt you. I’m so sorry. I can’t expect you to accept this apology or even listen to it but we have to be around each other for the next couple of weeks, we may as well try and be friendly,?”
“You should go.” you said, sniffling through tears. You weren’t sure when you started crying but they were flooding down your face.
“I’m so sorry.” he said again.
“Yeah, you said that.”
“And I really, really mean it. I’m s–”
“Don’t say it again.” you almost yelled. “I heard you. I listened. But you don’t get to fucking come into my room and pretend that if you say sorry it will get fixed.”
“I don’t think it will! But I owe you an apology and an explanation!”
“No, you don’t. I told you at the stupid Young Hollywood thing that I didn’t want to hear it! And you come down here, somehow convincing yourself that what you need to tell me is what I want to hear! You had a chance. You stepped on me so many fucking times before. And now you’re just doing it again. I told you what I wanted! I told you I didn’t fucking want to talk about it and here you are!” you pretended not to notice how sobs ripped through you as you spoke. You weren’t just remembering how angry you were, you were angry.
“I’ll go,” he said, eyes on his feet. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” And he was gone. Shrinking onto the floor, you held your knees to your chest and cried. You didn’t want to. You were tired of feeling so broken all the time but the tears kept coming.