web swing

Skyline

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Thank you to all those who followed me and read my first fic!  I’m thinking of doing a part two to this one, so if you like it, let me know!

Your fire escape had always been your favourite part of your apartment.  Situated outside your bedroom window, you had spent countless hours of your life lounging on the metal steps, reading a book or catching up on some homework.  Last summer, you had wound a string of fairy lights around the rails, which were coated in shiny dark paint.  Your landlady had protested at first but, after you proved that they weren’t endangering the use of the fire escape in any way, she had let you keep them.  The small victory had brought a smile to your face, and now your escape was even cozier than before, and was still just as cozy a year later.  This year’s summer brought scorching heat and clear nights, and you spent most of your free time out on your escape, trying to catch a breeze.

You sat on your fire escape now, wearing a lightweight hoodie and pajama shorts, doodling in a journal.  School was out for the week and tomorrow didn’t require a six am wake up call, leaving you free to stay up late and admire the Queens skyline at night.  It was nights like these that you loved the most; nights that seemed like they were pulled straight from a movie scene, with stars that glimmered like flames, a full moon bigger than you had ever seen before, and the sounds of the city mixing in with the quiet melodies that drifted out of the speakers propped up on your window sill.  You would be content for the rest of your life if you could keep moments like these forever.

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... Somehow, Still Talking About This Captain America Shit (Now With Bonus Spider-Man and Agents of SHIELD)

So now Secret Empire has revealed its Shyamalan Twist and given the readers a Good Guy Steve Rogers as well as Hydra Cap, and the kinds of dickbags who, when this whole bullshit began were dismissing people’s complaints with “oh come on, don’t you know how comics works, it’s all going to be put back at the end, blah blah blah…” are crowing I-Told-You-So’s.

But here’s the thing:

Yeah, fucknuts.  We always knew this.

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An Overrated Cliché

Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: Heights and Swearing.

A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

Summer weather was the worst.

Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.

The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.

A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.

to: mom
hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me

It didn’t take her long to reply.

from: mom
Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.

You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.

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Balconies - Peter Parker

request -  Can you write one about peter using his webs to swing you around the city and then peter and you go on a rooftop to see the sunrise or something? IM SOERY IF IT SUCKS IVE LOVED PETER SINCE I WAS 9 AND IVE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF THIS

a/n - while writing this i was so happy because this gave me the opportunity to write about the most dorky version of peter LMAO but i apologize for the ending i was so struggling with it so much and i went back and forth with so many ideas i hope its not shitty :( but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spiderman fic if you want and follow!

Sundays were set to be my lazy days, especially around the evening. During the school week I’d think about the comfort of sitting on my couch and literally becoming one with it, with a bowl of pretzels beside me and my hood up while some music plays in the back. This time round, I was preparing coffee for myself peacefully until the door had three knocks bounce off of it.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not expecting my mother to be home until an hour from now. I went to the door and unlocked it, opening it and having Peter zoom through the crack without saying a word.

“Um … hello.” I said, astonished at how quick that just happened. I closed the door and turned back to only see him pulling his suit out of his backpack and struggling to change into it, almost tripping while taking off his jeans.

I chuckled and made my way back to the coffee maker, taking the fresh mug and sitting down at the small dining table within the apartment. I kicked back and watched the show in front of me, laughing here and there at the absolute dork standing in front of me.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Part 2!

A/N: Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here and it gets wild as heck lol. I had too much fun while writing this! I’m sorry for the super long update and I’ll be posting more stuff later! I’m on a roll today! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

 Warnings: Angst. Mentions of sex. Everyone pretty much goes bonkers. 

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“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed.

With a small groan, you forced your eyes open. It was supposed to be your day off, meaning you could sleep as much as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Why was she calling you now?

“Yes, Friday?” you murmured. She always found a way to bother you, especially during nap time. Delta’s needed more rest than everyone else, but of course, nobody knew that but you. You hadn’t told anyone about your true status yet.

“Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”

With a tired groan, you threw the covers from your body and sat up.

What could possibly be going on this time? Did Tony blow up another suit again? It took weeks to get the oil out of your nails, much less your skin. Did Peter run out of webs mid swing again? You loved the kid almost like a little brother, but the kid needed some kind of rockets in his shoes for safety. You made sure to scold Tony on that; he wasn’t exactly a responsible crime fighter. You understood now what Pepper went through.

You slipped on the nearest form of clothing you could find before making your way towards the common room.

The sounds of hushed whispering rung throughout your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was Tony having guests over? Why didn’t Friday mention that to you? Looking down at your clothes, you felt a blush break out on your cheeks. You were nowhere near dressed for guests. It wasn’t anything near provocative, just an oversized sweater and leggings, but still. You didn’t like drawing attention to yourself and you strongly disliked strangers.

Entering the room, you spotted the entire Avengers assembly. Literally.

You recognized Thor, who stood taller than everyone else, speaking with Bruce Banner quietly. You spotted Vision and …were that Scarlett Witch? Jesus, she was even prettier in person. You may or may not have read her file religiously.

You saw Hawkeye standing next to the redheaded assassin herself, Black Widow. Immediately, you felt your instincts kick in slightly. She was a suitable alpha, no doubt. Her red hair made her pale skin seem almost vibrant and those eyes…god she was so perfect. With a subtle shake of your head, you pulled your mind out of the gutter. As nice as she was, you were still wary of the woman. She was extremely intimidating.

In the corner of the room, you spotted Falcon and Ant Man standing side by side. You could tell how nervous the two looked about the whole situation. You couldn’t blame them, from what you heard about the whole airport thing that happened in Germany, you’d be a bit nervous, too.

You smiled when you spotted Peter standing by himself, his hands in his tucked into his pockets casually. At least you knew him. Even though Peter was a newly legal Beta, he still remained one of your closest friends. He didn’t know about your whole…status problem yet, but he something told you he knew there was more to you than what you were telling him. But being the polite person he was, he decided not to push it, to your relief.

When Tony entered the room, everyone instantly got quiet. You had a feeling you’d be receiving some really bad news this evening.

“Alright, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” he began, clapping his hands together. You could spot the subtle sweat beading across his forehead. Why was he so nervous? “I can assure you right now, I’m not dying!”

Everyone seemed to relax a little bit at the news. Jesus, he had a way of being the biggest drama kind on this earth.

As Tony continued, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Ignoring it, you kept your gaze on Tony.

“Why are we here, Tony?” Rhodey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A cliché alpha mannerism. You snorted softly at the realization that your instincts hadn’t kicked in at the sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was. Alphas were so fragile underneath the whole macho exterior.

Again, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And it was honestly irking the life out of you. You couldn’t possibly focus on Tony while whoever it was stared at you like that. With a causal turn of your head, you caught sight of Natasha glancing over at you. Her blue eyes were set on your body, trailing them up and down. Suddenly, you felt so small.

You felt the arousal slowly growing between your legs, making you blush. Before she could look back into your eyes, you looked away quickly. That wasn’t a very practical idea after all.

“We’re here because I’ve decided that I was a little bit hard on Rogers,” he admitted, avoiding everyone’s gaze. But when he looked up at everyone’s smirks, he sighed.

“Okay, maybe I was a bit dramatic about it.”

Someone let out a snort.

“What I’m trying to say is, I was wrong. Incredibly wrong about the entire situation. Rogers, although he can be a little shit sometimes, is a strong asset to this team. And without him, we’ve pretty much got nothing going for us.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, much to his dismay.

“Hey! I did pretty well those couple of ti- anyways,” he cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to try and make things right; for the sake of the team. I offered Cap a place back on the team.”

Everyone let out small approvals at the news. You even cracked a smile. This was so mature for Tony, you were so proud of him.

“He agreed to come back on one condition.” Everyone practically leaned in with anticipation. Peter even stood on the couch to get a better view.

“He’ll come back, but only if Barnes gets a place, too.”

You felt like one of those cartoon characters. Your jaw practically dropped straight to the floor. Peter instantly looked down at me with wide eyes. But Rhodey, though…he was not having it at all.

“Are you high?!” he shouted, clenching his fists in fury.

“I wish I was,” Tony said under his breath with a sigh. “No Rhodey, I’m just trying to fix things for once.”

“And by fixing, you mean letting the man who killed your parents live under your roof?”

That’s when shit hit the fan.

“Hey, Barnes was brainwashed!” Scott shouted. “He didn’t mean any of that!”  

“Oh yeah? Well, why didn’t he just walk away?” Rhodey retorted. “He could’ve at any point. He’s a damn master assassin!”

You glanced over at Peter, feeling a bit fearful. He gave you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder gently. You absolutely hated confrontation. Especially when it involved your work.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed. “At least think about this for a couple days!”

“Yeah, about that,” Tony said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I kinda already agreed to it. They should be here any minute.”

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head. You weren’t too sure about this. You knew Steve was a trustworthy man, but this Bucky guy…you were a bit wary of this. The only thing you knew about him was that he murdered a lot of innocent people, including Tony’s parents. Tony told you the entire thing personally after he’d nearly drank himself to death one night.

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed again. You all instantly went quiet. “Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes have arrived.”

“Oh, cool,” he sighed. “Send them in, I guess.”

The elevator chimed mechanically, opening swiftly.

That’s when you felt it.

Your vision instantly blurred, creating kaleidoscope like patterns. You placed a hand on whoever was near you for support. Whoever the person was, they placed their hands on your shoulders, steadying you. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground surrounded by everyone. You feel hands cupping your face, forcing you to look up. Natasha stared back at you, her blue eyes widened with worry.

The heat between your legs was unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. It was almost unbearable. You felt a wave of arousal hit you at full force, preventing you from thinking straight.

Natasha leaned in far too close, inhaling deeply. Her eyes snapped open, her eyes completely dilated.

“Delta.” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily.

“Delta.” Peter repeated, his eyes dilating as well.

“Delta!” Wanda gasped, prowling closer to you with matching dilated eyes.

“Delta.” Sam followed behind her, his nostrils flaring.

You looked over at the elevator, past all the people slowly crowding around you.

Bucky’s eyes were completely dilated, his breaths coming out in short puffs. He was the one. He was the perfect mate and you wanted his knot and you wanted it now. You didn’t care if everyone watched; you needed him more than anything. You didn’t care who was in the way of your alpha.

“WAIT WHAT?” Tony practically squeaked, staring at you with wide eyes. “What do you guys mean delta? She’s not…oh no.” he inhaled, catching your scent of wild berries and pine trees. Of course you were a delta. Jesus, he was so stupid not to notice. You had no scent up until now.

Natasha dipped her nose into your neck, inhaling harshly. You let out a small whine, gently trying to push yourself away from her. It was no use. She was an alpha, far too strong for you.

Bucky let out a growl, snapping everyone’s eyes from you to him. The gears in his metal arm shifted threateningly as he clenched his fist harder. Your eyes instantly went to his, begging silently for him to take you away.

Before anyone was able to touch you, Tony scurried past everyone and snatched you away from Natasha. Well, he tried to.

Natasha grabbed ahold of your legs as tight as she could, planting her feet onto the ground to prevent him from leaving. “God damn it, Romanoff!” he spat. “Get your shit together before I make Fury fire you!”

In a flash, Thor scooped the redheaded woman up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder despite her angry shouts.

“Ah, I remember my first encounter with a delta!” he laughed, snatching a kicking and screaming Wanda up as well with his other arm.

Tony began dragging you away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the crazed people that darted towards you.

Peter had managed to grab onto your arm, only to be snatched up by Clint and thrown into one of the coat closets. “Jesus,” Clint sighed, placing a chair in front of the door. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

You caught a glimpse of Bruce running out of the building, his body shifting inhumanly large. Oh god, he was hulking out. Vision and Sam were practically rolling on the floor as the android gathered the man into a headlock. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sam spat, wiggling in his grasp.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, metal arm grab onto your ankle, tearing you away from Tony’s grasp. You cried out with glee at the sight of Bucky practically dragging you through the hall, ignoring Tony’s shouts from afar. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Bucky raced down the hallway, zooming through the halls for any empty rooms. He didn’t care if it was a janitor closet, as long as he could get his knot inside you and fast.

You dipped your head into his neck, pressing small kisses along the warm flesh. He let out a growl, kneading the flesh of your behind. You let out a small squeak at his actions. Bucky smelled like heaven. His scent was a mixture of cinnamon and the ocean, your favorite two things combined into the perfect alpha. You tangled your fingers through his hair, breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen.

“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Get your friend before he impregnates my successor!”

Suddenly, you and Bucky were on the ground. Steve’s shield rattled against the ground beside the two of you. Bucky let out a string of curses as he stood. Before he could get to you, he was tackled to the ground by Steve. The two men wrestled on the ground, throwing punch after punch.

Not knowing what else to do, you crawled towards the men and pounced onto Steve’s back.

“What the hell? Get off Y/N!” he shouted, stumbling backwards. Before Bucky could get to his feet once again, you were snatched from Steve’s back and hauled away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? You’re like rabid bunnies on Viagra!” Tony exclaimed, dragging you away with all his might.

You cried out as you got farther and farther away from Bucky. Your heat slowly became more and more intense the farther you were apart. You watched helplessly as Steve planted his shield on his friend’s back and sat on it, preventing him from following this time.

You reached out and grabbed onto one of the door handles and tried to pull yourself away from Tony, only to have him swat your hands away. Turning the corner, the last thing you saw was Bucky lying helplessly beneath Steve.


Tony practically threw you into the first bedroom he found.

Unfortunately, you completely missed the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. You picked yourself up and cradled your bruised arm, snarling at Tony. The older man let out a sigh of relief, plopping down onto the bed. It was a spare bedroom, but it would do for now. He just needed to rest a bit. He really did need to get back in shape soon. Gosh, Pepper would be cackling at him right now.

“You are such a handful, you know that?” he sighed, watching you intently.

You glared up at him, your eyes still dilated completely black. You were still in heat. Great.

Tony let out a small chuckle, staring out the small window. You let out a small growl.

“You know, I remember these days when I was a kid.” He recalled, watching the birds fly past the building. Your eyes widened. What was he talking about?

“You see,” he said softly. “My mom was a delta, too.”


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“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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Dodged Bullet

warnings: violence, blood, mentions of a panic attack

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 2,191

request: yooo I love your Spider-Man fics and idk if youre still taking requests but… I was wondering if you would be up for a hurt/comfort prompt? I’ve read a few where the reader takes care of peter but I’d really like to see one that’s the other way around?  (ex. reader gets hurt in the crossfire of a mission, being in the wrong place at the wrong time etc.) you super don’t have to but either way your fics are rad. keep up the good word!!!

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Deadly Sins-Envy & Wrath

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter get’s jealous of a man’s hands on the Reader. Then later Peter attempts to… READ TO FIND OUT.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Fluff, cuteness,Tony Dad mode

Word Count: 2,000+

A/N: Photo edit is my own, I know it sucks leave me alone lmao

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. 

LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)


[Reader’s POV]


Graduation happened shortly after as time went on since your near death experience. The both of you moving into the Avengers HQ while taking College lessons from a computer. Peter had no time to go to real college ,he’s a superhero. Tony just set up stuff for us to learn but homework wasn’t a thing. It wasn’t a thing because Peter can’t say “I have Psychology homework” he’s an Avenger and they don’t pause for homework.

You were currently getting ready for your day in the city. Peter was training with Steve and Natasha today till the afternoon. That gateway giving you enough time to do some shopping for your new living quarters with Peter. Tony upgraded the two of you to an apartment in the HQ. Until Peter turned twenty the both of you were separated in rooms so he could focus on training.

Tony made an apartment in the building for the two of you. It was filled with technology, Karen, and windows that project scenery from Queens.There was a lab with tools so that I could create stuff. Tony finally decided to have Natasha train you so you could use your inventions in battle. You spent the first two years you spent tinkering away. Tony would come into your lab to create your own combat armor.


“Karen, please send me my list for the store” I say out loud not having time to print everything. You were running behind on time cause you had to meet Peter at the store. Mr. Stark made a fake wedding registry appointment at Bed Bath & Beyond.


Sending list organized by what this living quarters lack, Peter should meet you at the store in about an hour… would you like me to message you when he finishes?”


“I’ll call him if necessary Karen,thank you”


Stay safe out there” her voice fills the air before you step outside. Locking the door then making your way down the hallway towards the elevator. Pressing the button it takes a few minutes to come down. The doors open to reveal Steve all bloodied up.

“Hey Spiderlover, Peter’s going against Natasha now” he gives you a warm smile before wincing in pain.


“I see my acid fluid took a toll on you” I grin looking at the burns on his suit and skin.


“Yeah, yeah take pride in the pain inflicted on me”Steve laughs as the doors close once you step in.


“I’m glad I could make something for him, I feel safer knowing he has a better chance with that fluid in battle”


“Have fun on your adventures today, stay safe in the city” he warns as the doors open when he reaches his floor.


“Aye aye Captain” you tease saluting him as the elevator doors closed. The rest of the elevator ride down was quiet. You missed hearing Peter’s excited stories he would tell whenever you two were together. Once on the main floor you exit heading out to the lobby.


“Mrs.Parker!” Tony’s voice comes up behind you making you jump a bit.


“Tony, w-were not marri-“


“Yet, it will happen… I can see it in the stars… stars as in the way loverboy looks at you. Now scan some cool stuff for your place. Also can you scan one of those margarita makers it will be a gift to Aunt May” he fixes his tinted glasses looking down at you.


“Will do, I’ll add that to the list and I’ll p-“


“You will not pay me back,think of it as payment from taking you and Peter in after graduation and defending whatever comes our way.. You’re like a daughter to me..Now wear this, you gotta truly sell that you two are engaged” He says grasping my hand and sliding a ring with a big solitaire diamond in between two smaller ones. The glistening shine catching your eyes. Happiness filling him because he wanted to tell her that he really is her father but knew he couldn’t for her safety.


“Please tell me that’s fake?It’s gorgeous even if it’s fake ,wow” I mutter looking at the ring on my finger. A smile on my face as I look at it.

“Oh it isn’t fake, Peter is Spider-Man and the world can’t look at that and see it’s fa-”

“It’s real?! Tony how much was this thing!” You try taking it off before he stops you. His bigger hand laid on top of yours. Tony stops you before you could say anything else.

“That’s not the point.. now go Spiderlover, you have to be there in fourty-five minutes and with this traffic at this time you better be on your way..” He walks off with a smirk stained on his face.

“I’ll be off now Mr.Stark I don’t want to be late” I give a small smile looking down at my hand  before leaving the building. He watched his daughter walk out of the building into the big scary world. The world he protected to keep her safe so he could see her smile. Just like the way she did when her eyes landed on the ring.

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The sound of my heels against the pavement echoed. That’s why I don’t wear these damn things. I only dressed up for Peter to see if he would like the outfit. Other than that I’m dressed in leggings, tank tops or Peter’s shirts at home.

A body collided into mine causing me to drop my purse and Phone. What the hell, asshole. Looking up to seeing a guy walk over and help you up. You thank him as he hands you your items. Brushing your skirt off you continue to head into the store. He places his hand on your back helping you in. Your knees were bloody from the fall and all you wanted was Peter.


“Wait here and I’ll go ask for a First Aid Kit” The man give you a smile heading to customer service.


[Peter’s POV]


“ Peter we’re done for the day why don’t you get changed and swing over there in time okay?” Natasha pats your shoulder giving it a squeeze after.


“Have to get her ring first, I like to keep it in my pocket since it was my mother’s she gave it to May before.. Yah know” I explain taking my mask off.


“Parker, you’re going to be late.. Don’t make my daughter sit there.. She just left  HQ according to Karen” he chastens looking at his watch.


“Y-Yes Mr. Stark..”


“Also I made a duplicate of your mother’s ring with a tracker in it, you’ll be able to locate her when you swing your way over” He grins pointing to his watch.


“Mr. Stark I’m not ready to propose yet!” My eyes bugging out at thought of her having a duplicate of his mothers ring.


“I know spiderling, I’m putting this tracker on her for her safety and plus you two have to look the part.. Here” He tosses something my way, reflexes instinctively catching it. Opening my palm to see a wedding band with a web like design.

“I have to go now!” I shout shooting a web and swinging into the doorway of the locker room.


“You have arrived at your destination” Karen’s states as I climb down the building. Clicking the buttons on my wrists my suit disappears underneath my clothes and into device on my back. Fixing my black tee I head towards the building. A few people taking double looks at my face.


“Isn’t he Peter Parker?” A girl asks her friend.


“It’s Starks legacy recruit” another whispers.


“I heard he’s engaged.. she’s one lucky girl” 


Walking in I head towards the Bridal Registry area to see something that infuriated me… A man was on his knees in front of her,my girl. Looking at his hands that are on her legs. One too close to the edge of her skirt. Her hands pushing the bottom of her skirt down.


“Stop please..”


“You’re still in shock” the guys voice irritates your spider hearing.


“You can stop now please, it was just a fall.. My fiance is coming” she whimpers looking away. Fucking perv was trying to make a move on her!


All I saw was red in my vision. Running over I grip his hand twisting it off of her. He let out a groan as I twisted harder as I positioned myself in front of him. No one touches my girl.. No one but me.


“Who the hell are you to be touching my girl like that?” I seethe letting my Spider strength take over. I knew his intentions, he was a sleezebag.


“F-FUck man, I was just helping her!” He defends avoiding eye contact with me.


“Peter!” She sighs in relief standing up behind me. Fuck she looked good. 


FOCUS PETER.

“Then why was your  hand going towards the bottom of her skirt?” I ask feeling my grip get tighter on him.


“Peter stop you’re starting to attract a crowd” she whispers taking my free hand in her left one.. She pulls my hand up giving it a gentle kiss. Looking at the replica of my mother’s shine in the store light.  Sighing I loosen the grip on his hand so I don’t break it entirely.


“Say you’re sorry to my fiance, now” My voice grew darker.


“S-sorry m’am” He falls to the ground gripping his hand. I turn around to see my girl with tears in her eyes.


“Babygirl, don’t cry” I whisper pulling her into my chest. My hand rubbing her back in soothing circles.


“He tried to shove hi-his hand up my sk-skirt Peter” the whimper that came out of her pained me.


“Shhh love, I’m here now.. Let’s get this scanning thing done okay?” Tilting her chin up with my finger ,her eyes met mine. An ease from my anger and jealousy is her. She can calm the crazy seas inside me. Only her.


[Reader’s POV]


“Hold on baby I need to scan these for our guest room for when May or our friends come for a visit” I say bending over to scan the black towels. Peter said he would be back after he scans the sheets we need but will come back to see if I like the ones he picks.


“Dude check out this piece of ass” someone remarks causing you to look back. Two teenagers were standing behind you making you nervous.


“Excu-”


“Well you’re wrong dude, that ass is mine” Peter states darkly coming up behind the guys holding 500 thread count silk sheets.


“Not doing a good job of being around her” the guy scoffs.


“Want to say that again?” Peter tenses up looking down at the teenagers. Dammit, you didn’t need a news headline saying Peter attacked kids.


“Peter.. Just ignore the teens” I say standing up with the scanner and our list. Walking over to Peter I place my free hand on his chest. He looks down at you then glares at the teens.


“Plus they could never get a piece of ass like mine while looking like that” I sneer pulling Peter’s hand towards the pillow department. A laugh escapes Peter when we left the teenagers speechless. The rest of the two hours you spent were hand in hand scanning the things needed. Even the margarita machine.

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“Peter where are we going?” You ask holding onto him for dear life. It didn’t help that whoever we swung over could see up your skirt. Now you wish you were in leggings. Besides all that it felt good to be in your love’s arms.


“Well I found this perfect place a few minutes behind the HQ and I have a surprise for you” He said with a smile as you watched him focus on swinging the two of you.


After a minute of silence goes by you slowly descend towards the ground. Kicking off your heels settling your feet into the ground.The ache in your feet disappearing. Damn those things hurt. Ten out of ten would not recommend.


“Look at what I’ve been working on for you for the past two years besides training..” He gestures to the lake surrounded by flowers. The flowers gave color to the trees surrounding the lake.


“Peter… this is where you’ve been getting my flowers?..” I say looking at the plethora of diverse flowers. Your eyes landing on one particular pink flower.

“Those are the ones that you would leave at my doorstep back at home..”

“I got the seeds for those and planted them so you could have a piece of home here, I know HQ isn’t hours away from home but I know you miss i-”

“Peter it’s perfect, thank you” your hands coming up to your heart. His hand grasps your left into his gently. You see his wedding band adorning his ring finger. A smile pulling up to your lips.

“You know… I want this to be for real, I know it’s not time yet but I really want it” he looks down at you lovingly. His gaze making your heart flutter in your chest. He kisses your ring that glistened on your finger. 


You did too but it wasn’t the time yet, soon but not now.


“I do too Peter.. More than you can imagine..” you place your right hand on his cheek. He turns his head kissing your palm.


Peter is your everything through thick and thin.

How the Avengers found out about some of the enhancements in Peter’s suit

Let’s all pretend these fuckers got their shit together and are friends again, okay? Okay. 

Prepare for protective Avengers, super ultra protective Actual Dad Tony Stark, a little bit of angst, and lots of fluff.


Spider-Man is falling. 

It’s the first thing that really registers in the Avengers’ brains through the fight. So far, since the goddamn alien invaders (AGAIN) had arrived, they had been going through the motions. A shield slash, a kick, a punch, a Widow sting, a Hulk Smash, a repulsor blast… they were doing their usual. Kickin’ ass and keeping tabs of where their allies were, until it happened. 

The kid had been swinging around, webbing the alien things up, and generally staying on the fringes of the fight. Not too far away, Iron Man kept sentry over their youngest teammate. If anyone got too close, the quiet whine of the repulsors would be heard through the coms and a crater would be seen where the aliens used to stand. 

Until Thor had pointed out that they seemed to be working under some sort of hive-mind control, and Tony had been called away. It went without saying that the others were now in charge of watching over the Spiderling. Clint, perched precariously on the side of a building, was the closest and saw in excruciating detail how, forty five or so minutes after the others had been trying to shut down the queen, one of the minions blasted its weapon and tore through the web he was swinging from. At first, he wasn’t too concerned. The kid had been blasting his shooters for over two hours already, they had all seen what he was capable of. 

Only this time, the other web didn’t come up. Instead, Spider-Man began to fall, one hand desperately trying to shoot another web, but proving impossible. The grounded Avengers, now battling less foes than before, looked up at Clint’s panicked shout. 

There was a panicked “PETER!” and then the sound of an explosion somewhere in the vicinity of the queen. The others weren’t really sure, too busy staring in shock as the kid fell, fell– and then the kid opened his arms and he started gliding. His horrible fall turning into a slow glide onto safe ground. 

The entire team heaved  a collective sigh of relief. In the back of their mind, they were vaguely aware of the aliens scattered around at their feet. Some of them destroyed by their hand, others having shut down after T’Challa, Tony and Thor had shut down the thing controlling them. That wasn’t what was important as they converged in a protective circle around their youngest friend. 

The ground at their feet shook as Iron Man dropped, heavily, close to Peter’s right. The suit immediately opened to reveal a wide eyed, rumpled Tony Stark. A bruise had already formed around one of his eyes and his lip was split, there was blood running down the side of his face, but he was unconcerned about that. He went down on one knee next to where Peter was laying back on the ground, one hand on his belly and heaving heavy breaths. 

“You’ve got to stop trying to fly, kid,” Tony said and clearly it was meant as a joke, but his voice shook and cracked. 

“Heh,” Spider-Man said with a low giggle. “I was just trying to test your new upgrades.”

Tony dropped his chin to his chest, and laughed lightly along with the kid on the ground. The others shuffled uncomfortably, clearly out of the loop, but their teammates seemed unwilling to share the inside joke. 

“I should have never taken the Training Wheels away,” Tony said as he gave Peter a hand up to slowly help him to his feet. 

“You know what they say, sometimes you gotta run before you can walk,” and even through the mask everyone could hear the cheeky grin on the kid’s voice. 

Tony blew out a breath and said, “you really have to stop using my words against me like this. What did I say about the grey areas?” and then, once they were both on their feet, he yanked the kid up into a hug. From where the others were standing, they could see his shoulders shaking. 

“Hey,” they heard Peter say quietly. He was holding onto the mechanic just as tightly. “I’m okay. The gliders worked, and we didn’t even need the parachute this time! It’s okay, Tony, I didn’t fall. I’m good, see?”

Steve caught Sam and Natasha sharing a look, and the pilot dropped his gaze to the ground. The Captain couldn’t tear his eyes away from Tony and his kid, the way the mechanic was patting his shoulders, not so subtly checking the boy for injuries, and something blew warmth in his chest. The occasions in which they were allowed to see Tony so open and vulnerable were few and far between nowadays, and he knows he doesn’t have a right to demand more than he’s given, but he’s always so goddamn grateful when he gets to see him like this. Thankfully, it’s been happening a bit more often since Spider-Man joined their ranks.

“All right, okay,” the mechanic says as he pulls away. He makes a motion with his hand to the armor, and it closes up and blasts away. Tony, from somewhere, pulls a pair of sunglasses and perches them on his face. “Time to face the music,” he says grimly. 

Now that the dust has settled and the threat is clearly contained, the Avengers hear the cacophony behind them. Shouted voices and alarms and sirens. Tony’s mouth is set in an unhappy line as he redirect his attention from the team to the people behind them. As he’s the only one outside of uniform, they go after him first: 

Mr. Stark!

Tony, over here!

Mr. Stark, what do you–

Tony! Did you need saving from–

Mr. Stark!

“Jesus,” Clint says vehemently. His face is appalled as he watches the crowd slowly make their way towards them. The first responders around them are trying their best, but they have other things to worry about than redirecting a the assertive reporters. 

“Aw, man,” Peter says resignedly as he follows his mentor. The other balk at him, but the boy doesn’t take off his mask or respond to the shouted questions. “You said we could get churros.”

Tony turns around, and the Avengers are pleasantly surprised by the grin on his face. He passes his hand over the back of Spider-Man’s head, as if he’s mussing his head which they’ve seen him do often enough when Peter doesn’t have the mask, and then clasps his shoulder. “Just answer a couple questions quickly. Like we practiced. Okay?”

“Okay,” Spider-Man grunts. And then. “And then churros after?”

This time, it’s not only Tony who chuckles as he says “Yes, and then churros after.”

"That's almost the exact opposite of what I said"

Request: Haaii!! #28 with Tom? Duh? Lol thank you!!! Absolutely adore your blog!!

ILYSM OF COURSE ILL DO THIS FOR YOU MY LOVE❤️
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Peter was never one to lie to you, he could hardly bring himself to do so. If he ever did, his guilt would end up shoving the truth out of him before he could utter another word.
One thing that eats him alive every time he’s with you, is that he still hasn’t told you the truth about the red and blue suit that sits hidden away in his room.
Spider-man is an important part of Peter’s life, but you’re more important to him than any of that. He’ll take a lazy pj day with you over a web swinging, crime fighting day along side Tony Stark. If keeping you safe means leaving you in the dark about his second identity, then he’ll do it, without hesitation. He wants to tell you, he really does, but he just can’t.
Today he wanted nothing more than to spend as much time possible with you. He wanted to hold you, smile with you, talk to you, and to just be with you. But he wasn’t so lucky.
“Peter that chocolate is not for you!” You playfully scowled at him, as he stuffed a rather large piece of chocolate into his mouth. You both were in your kitchen preparing a bowl of popcorn for a movie, pillows and blankets that awaited you.
“Oh,” Peter mumbled past the chocolate glob in his mouth, his eyes widened, “Who’s it for?”
“Well not you!” You giggled making your way over to where he stood, taking his face into your hands.
His eyes watched your every move and glimmered down at you as you stood before him. The chocolate that was still in his mouth was pushed against his cheek widening his smile adding on to his adorableness.
You both turned your heads to the picture window that showed you a piece of the city as the wale of police sirens ripped through the streets. Rushing over to the glass, your eyes wondered down to the road below searching for the cop cars.
Peter let out a huff of frustration knowing what he’d have to do. Pulling at the roots of his hair, every cell in his body was telling him not to leave you, but he knew what he had to do, “Um, y/n, look I-I’m-I’m really sorry about this but, uh, I just remembered, I gotta help aunt May finish -uh- finish painting, her…. room.” He thought up quickly, making it up as he stuttered along.
You spun around to catch him taking small steps towards your apartment door, clutching the back of his neck, looking everywhere expect your eyes, “Peter-” You let out not holding back too much disappointment in your voice.
“I know, I know, I hate doing this to you, but I’m gonna make it up to you. I promise. I just-I gotta go.” He forced out, while taking several steps backwards out of your apartment catching one last glimpse of you before closing the door in his own face. Furrowing his eyebrows, letting out a sigh and leaning his head against the wooden board, all he felt was guilt. He knew he had to leave but he wanted so desperately to walk back in and hold you close.
You stood astonished with your arms crossed, your eyes glued to the door where Peter just was a moment ago. Every time, it seemed like every time you were with Peter, he’d end up ditching and feeding you an excuse about how he has to help his aunt. The first few times you believed him but now it’s gotten out of hand. You knew he was lying, you weren’t stupid. But what you didn’t understand was why.
Shaking your head and turning back to your window, you were just in time to catch the cities latest superhero swing by at the end of a stringed web, following the flashing lights of emergency vehicles heading towards the scene of the crime.
You emitted a slight gasp as the puzzle pieces joined together in your head. The details all added up and you could finally understand now, “Peter.” You breathlessly whispered to yourself.


Waiting impatiently you paced the roof of your apartment building knowing he’d meet you up here once he was done dealing with the crime downtown. Crossing your arms, you tried to bury yourself further into your sweater, not taking a liking in the cold.
“What’s a pretty girl such as yourself doing hanging around here so late?” A voice called behind you. A wave of comfort washed through you as soon as the voice was heard. You slowly turned around to the Spider-man standing several meters away from you. The lenses covering his eyes widened noticeably upon your eyes catching them.
“I could ask you the same thing.” You spoke softly.
“Well I asked you first soooo..” He drug on, beckoning his arms towards you, taking a step forward in your direction.
You smirked and took two steps backwards knowing what you were soon about to do.
“I have my reasons,” you spoke slyly taking a few more steps till your heels bumped against the bricks that lined the edge of the roof.
“Okay-well-uh-” He stuttered behind his mask taking cautious steps towards you and slowly reaching out his hand.
You stepped onto the bricks, wind ripping over your body taunting you of the long drop below.
“What are you doing?” The hero asked desperately,
You tilted your head, taking a daring look at the city several stories down from your feet,
“Y/n wha-”
“How do you know my name?” You interrupted him, hiding the smile that wanted to show itself.
“Look y/n this isn’t funny-” he began taking large steps to your body not wanting to risk what may happen next,
“I trust you Peter,” you said leaning backwards letting your feet leave the ground.
“Y/N” Peter yelled, taken aback by your outrageous actions.
He didn’t waste a second running off the building, throwing his arm out catching you at the end of his web, yanking your body securely against his.
Bringing you both back up to the roof of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief as he placed you gently back on the ground. He yanked himself away from you throwing his fists through the air trying to contain himself, “Are you crazy? Like seriously, are you crazy y/n?” He asked, letting his voice raise higher than the quiet tone he’d usually speak in.
“When were you going to tell me?” You asked with the same amount of urgency.
“What?”
“When were you going to tell me about this Peter?”
“I was going to, but then I didn’t, I was ready to tell you but I just didn’t, I couldn’t.”
“So you were never going to tell me?”
“Alright, that is almost the exact opposite of what I said,”
You both paused, taking a few breathes, your eyes locked on each other’s, but yours on the lenses hiding his.
You let out a laugh, letting the stress, and intensity cascade out of your body.
“Stop laughing,” Peter spoke, trying to remain stern to get his point across, but you could hear the smile that he was hiding.
Your smile grew wider as you began taking steps over to him.
“I’m serious y/n, this isn’t funny,”
You stood inches from him. Bringing your hands up his biceps, they slid to bottom of his mask, taking your time tugging it off him.
The red mask revealed his toothy smile, his red blushed cheeks, then finally, his chocolate brown doe eyes, sparkling from the street lights.
You held the mask in your hands that were brought together at the back of his neck. His feathered brown hair draped over bits of his forehead, the rest sticking out in various directions.
He looked down at you admiringly, momentarily forgetting about the event that occurred just moments ago. He couldn’t help it though, it was your fault for batting your big y/e/c eyes at him.
“I’m really serious though, please, please don’t ever do something like that again,” he begged in a whisper, bringing his forehead down to yours.
“Then please don’t lie to me about this anymore,” You implied looking down at his suit.
“Not a problem baby girl,” he sighed in relief, “not a problem.”

Caught Web Handed

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Series: Peter Parker Imagines

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Swearing cause I swear a lot get used to it or don’t read my stuff
Word Count:2,000+
A/N: Typed this before my shift! Enjoy my darlings :)


[Reader’s POV]


“Now just do the equations worksheet over the weekend, you have a quiz on formulas on Tuesday have a great weekend everyone!” the teacher waves to us before walking back to her desk. Putting your notebook away you zip up your bag.


   Slinging the straps onto your shoulders you pick your phone up off the lab table. Taking your beanie and putting it on your head. You start to walk towards the door when a hand grabs onto yours. Looking at your hand to the body thats connected to the other one. You smile realizing it’s your boyfriend, Peter Parker.


“Baby, I’ll see you over at my aunts tonight for dinner right?” he asks looking at you with a cute smile. Nodding you quickly peck him on the lips.


“Yes I’ll head over there after school,I offered to help her cook” walking hand in hand the two of you leave the room. Fixing your glasses you push them back up the bridge of your nose.    


“No wonder why Aunt May larbs you so much” his laughter making you smile, it’s so damn cute. It was his Aunts way of saying I love you and since you started dating she says it to you too. Now you’re a part of the Parker household.


   Peter kisses you goodbye once you two reach the end of the hall. He said he had to go do something for the Stark Internship. Your friends joked he was cheating on you but you all knew he wouldn’t. Peter wasn’t like that all, he reminded you of a love sick puppy.


    Walking down the hallway next to you, you pass through a sea of people to get to the doorway. Peter was long gone by now doing whatever for Mr. Stark. Zipping up your windbreaker you step out into the windy environment. It was fall in Queens and quite chilly to be exact. Holding onto your skateboard as you step down the entrance steps.


   Teachers stood outside watching as people left. Their eyes monitoring everyones behavior some eyes on you due to your skateboard. Leaving the school grounds and placing your skateboard on the ground. Placing your maroon Van clad foot on the black board. Your eyes looking down at the Spider-Man sticker you made to decal it.


   Pushing off with your left leg you stand fully on the board. The wind blowing against your skin as you roll down the street. Using your left leg to push for more speed. Music playing in your headphones as you make your way to Peter’s place. The streets turn into a blur as you make your way down. Skating across crosswalk ,thankfully no one next to you. You hated skating and having to get off if there were more people trying to cross.


   A red blur passes by capturing your body sending your skateboard off into the street. Headphones popping out of your ear as a cars honking fills the air. A scream leaves your mouth as you see you’re not on the ground connected to the lovely Earth. Seeing your skateboard get snapped in half broke your heart. The man driving the car slammed on his breaks flipping you off.


   You were held in strong arms making you snap back into reality. Looking up you see it’s Spider-Man. Words couldn’t even form in your mouth. Your jaw was ajar and probably broken open from shock. He swings another web descending from the perch he was holding you on.


“Watch where you’re going bitch!”


“Hey buddy that’s not how you talk to a lady!” He shoots a web hitting the man in the mouth. Another web securing his hands to the wheel.  


“I-I don’t even know what h-happend I was just crossing the street I-”


“Don’t worry, he was the one who almost hit you trying to speed through a light… Are you okay?” his voice sounding worried as he placed his hands on your shoulders. The eyes of his mask narrowing as he looked at your body.


“I’m fine thanks to you Spider-Man, my skateboard not so much” you sigh pointing over to your crushed buddy who was murdered.


“Can I offer you some web transportation today?” his voice sounding very familiar. Your mind just couldn’t process anything at the moment after what happened.


“Thanks but I have to go help make dinner tonight, maybe I’ll see you around Spiderling”you wink at him before walking over to the guy trying to get the web off. Pulling out your brass knuckle rings you slip it on.  Raising your arm you punch his back window.


“That’s for Zippy you impatient fuck” Checking the road you cross it and pick up your murdered pal. You’ve had him since you were in middle school. 


    The man looks over at you like you’re insane. His face angry but he couldn’t say anything cause it was muffled. Flipping him off you make your way down the street. Putting your headphones back in your ears you turn the music up. Secrets cover to Shape of You starts up making you grin. Singing along you continue your way to Peter’s apartment.


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“Sweetie can you grab me the vegetables I washed? they’re in the sink in the colander” May asks as she chops up the onions her eyes watering slightly.


“Got it” giving her a thumbs up you walk to the sink pulling the colander out.  Water droplets drip so you shake it a few times before setting it on the counter.    


     Grabbing a cutting board you place a zucchini on the board. Opening a drawer you find a knife and pull it out. Hitting the drawer closed with your hip you begin to cut the vegetables. May instructs the way you should cut as she slides the onions into the sauce pan. Elvis was playing in the background as the two of you cooked.


     May and you talked about what was going on at school. You told her how your art piece got picked for a contest. Peter was more the science smarts you were the artsy one. Total polar opposites but love each other so much. It was also a plus for having a smart boyfriend, he’s your own tutor.


   Sticking the pan in the oven you set the timer for an hour. May was cleaning up the kitchen while everything was baking. She had the sauce on a simmer to keep it warm till Peter gets home. Lifting your backpack off the ground you carry it to Peter’s room. Walking in his room and stumbling on his shoes. Kicking them to the side you roll your eyes.


     Going to the bottom bunk you set your bag on the made bed. Leaning against the wall you cross your legs. Pulling out your laptop you open it up to Tumblr. Scrolling through your feed on the Spider-Man Blog you had. You’ve been trying to capture pictures of him and thankfully you had your camera set up in your glasses.


     Taking them off you flip a latch open and plug a micro usb into it and the usb into the computer. Downloading the file you upload it and add a caption. Adding the tags you want and post it to your blog. Pressing play you watch as you’re hoisted up and how you look up to see Spider-Man. Watching the clip again smiling cause you knew it would get loads of reblogs. Closing your laptop you unplug your glasses.


      Putting them back on your eyes adjust being able to see clearly again. You could see without them but the world seemed more clearer with them on. Thankfully your dad knows how to add technology to things so you were able to have him customize the glasses. They were perfect because you were able to capture footage of him.


     Moving to the edge of the bed you freeze seeing the door close on its own. Quietly getting out from under the bunk bed your feet step onto the floor. Looking up you see Peter on the ceiling crawling. A strand of a web hanging from the door closed. He jumps down quietly and gracefully, his back to you.


“You’re Spider-Man?” You blurt out making him jump turning around. A look of fear plastered on his features.


“N-No I’m not” Peter’s voice panicked as his suit slides off his body. His muscular body coming into view making your eyes grow wide. Peter wasn’t like this before,where did this body come from? What the actual fuck was happening?!


“You were on the fucking ceiling Peter Benjamin Parker” your voice rising a bit from what you saw. He covers your mouth pinning you against the ladder of the bunk bed. Peter looks back at the door becoming dead silent.


“Quiet please, May doesn’t know..” He looks you in the eyes, his eyes begging you practically. Nodding he lets go of your mouth stepping back.


   Watching as he slides out of the suit. Pulling on a sweater he had draped over his desk chair. His hands pulling down the sweater covering his prominent abs. A blush on your cheeks as you look away from him. Jesus Christ you didn’t know he had that body hidden under the clothes he wears.


“How long have you been hiding this from me” crossing your arms over your chest shifting your weight to one leg. Your hip popping to the side as you waited for an answer.


“It happened a few weeks before we dated…I just feel like I need to do something around here while I can.. Mr. Stark made me this suit, it used to be this homemade one but now I have thi-“


“HE made your suit?” you ask in awe looking at the suit on the floor. A lightbulb going off in your head, looking back up at Peter you point at him.


“This is the Stark Internship isn’t it or is it just a cover? Holy fuck you’re working with Iron Man” Peter’s smiling at your freak out moment that you were having. Your boyfriend is Spider-Man.


“You’re not mad at me?” he looks at you with the sweetest eyes, he reminds you of a puppy sometimes. Shaking your head no you pull him into a hug. His strong arms wrapping around you tightly.


“I’m just mad you didn’t tell me cause I’m your biggest fan” you give him a playful glare as he lifts you up.


“Do you know how hard it was to keep this a secret? You’ve almost found my suit so many times while you’ve been here” Peter laughs lightly setting you down on the ground. The door opens to show May peeking her head in.


“Hey I- Oh Peter I didn’t know you came in!” Peter turns around kicking the suit under his desk. May raises an eyebrow looking at Peter’s tense body.


“Dinner will be ready soon, Peter put some pants on” she closes the door leaving the two of you in Peter’s room. Peter jumps hitting the ceiling open a small latch. He hooks the suit up closing it letting out a sigh.


“Now why don’t you show me the footage you captured today” Peter grins pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. Your eyes widening at his statement he just made.


“What do you mean?” You look away heading towards the bottom bunk.


“You really think I was just saving you or coming out of nowhere? I did that so your blog could get tons of hits” He sits down next to you on the bunk a content sigh leaving his lips.


“Son of a bitch” you laugh shoving him slightly only to be pulled into his arms. Peter kisses your forehead making you smile.


“Don’t think I didn’t notice you charging your glasses in class today, my Spider Senses tingle more around you the most” his smirk growing only making you roll your eyes. He was such a smart ass but he’s yours and you were so content with your life. Daily content because Peter is a part of it.


   For the remaining time you showed him the clips of you caught of him. Him asking you how you got certain angles or how you did certain shots. Dinner was ready and the two of you headed out to the dining room table. May being a hoot with her jokes with Peter. Life was great and even greater knowing your boyfriend is the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man .

Overprotective | A Peter Parker Imagine

Peter Parker x Reader requested by: @signethatsmelol (thanks for my first request!! hope you like it!)
Words: 2,306 words
TW: Knife tw
Spoiler Free.

   You handed the cashier 14 dollars and 37 cents and thanked them as they handed you your paper bag filled with sour gummy worms and KitKats. It was movie night with Peter, and you were on sweets duty. He, of course, provided refreshments. You loved the way his soda would always explode on him because he swung the cans a little too much on his way home. He’d have to change his shirt and you, you know, just so happened to be standing in the hallway to see. A regular peeping tom. He never minded it. 

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Team  [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where Peter falls in love with the new vigilant? She has the power to create illusions on people’s mind making them believe they’re really in that place (idk if I’m explaining myself right). Thank you so much for your time ❤ 

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: None lol

A/N: This isn’t exactly what was requested but I hope this is good for the anon! I apologise in advance for not being my best piece ohmygosh my excuse is that I was on the bus when I wrote most of this.  

Masterlist

“Stop getting to my bad guys before me!”

You whip around to face the voice of a hero all too familiar to you, your eyes narrowed beneath your domino mask. Spider-Man now stood directly opposite you, the wind of the rooftop not having any impact on him whatsoever.

“Excuse me?” You question, unable to hide the smirk on your face. This wasn’t the first time you had met Spider-Man. In fact, it was far from the first time. The two of you practically knew more about each other than anyone else-even though you had no idea who was under the mask and vice-versa.

“You heard me,” Spider-Man replies, stepping forward as he cocks his head to the left. “Every single time one of my guys is causing havoc, I always find you in the middle of it. You always make it worse so please, deal with something else.”

“Listen here,” You glare at him harshly, knowing that he would be unlikely to notice through the midnight coloured mask that covers your eyes. “Who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can’t? Hm?”

He rolls his eyes unknowingly to you, resting a hand on the back of his neck. His movements and posture is somewhat lazy, tired after having to deal with more than his usual. To him, you were to blame even though he knew it wasn’t really because of you. He just needed a fitting reason to fill in until he could think of another.

“Fair point. But please try not to throw punches in a fight that isn’t yours. I know you’re powerful and all but the bad guys get angry when you make them think they’re on the other side of the planet.”

“That’s the point, stupid.” You step away, your eyes snapping to the street below at the sound of a high pitched shriek. You send Spider-Man a mock salute before sliding down the ladder of the balconies along the side of the building, leaping from one to another before you’re on the ground.  

The man was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the fabric pulled over his head to cover his face. There was a middle aged woman walking in front of him, her young daughter’s wrist gripped firmly within her hand. You could tell she had noticed the man begin to follow her by the way she had tried to subtly fasten her pace and by the way she pulled at the toddler with urgency.

It was the small child who had let out the scream when her mother had roughly taken hold of her wrist. Thankfully, you had noticed the man walking predatorily behind the two and decided to take action on it.

Spider-Man had found himself by your side within seconds, his eyes raking unconsciously over your body quickly as you kept your footsteps silent. He had found you insanely beautiful the moment he had met you despite the mask that hid your identity and he couldn’t help but try and push away the weird feeling that had washed over him as he watched you now. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

He raises his arm to shoot his webs out at the man but before he can do anything you place your hand on his arm, shaking your head as you point to the woman and her daughter. You had to wait for him to make a move before you made your own move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t plan ahead. Spider-Man nods as he understands what you’re getting at, matching your speed as you begin to walk faster.

The glint of a knife catches your eye as the man raises the arm that isn’t holding anything and reaches towards the pair. Before he has the chance to do anything you shove the man to the side, earning a frustrated yell from the man as he quickly regains himself. Your eyes flicker to Peter as he moves to the woman, taking the child in his arms before he pulls them away from the scene. He makes short eye contact with you as he shoots his webbing, swinging with the girl in one arm and the woman clinging onto him with his other.

The man lunges at you with the knife, ready to slice your skin but you kick him once, moving your hands and placing two fingers on either side of his head. The man’s eyes widen as he finds himself in the middle of a forest, the tall buildings around him turning into thin and long trees.

“What the hell?!”

You chuckle as the man stumbles backwards, throwing a strong punch to his face before you hit him another time with twice the force so that he’s knocked unconscious. With a thud he lands on the floor, his back falling against the thick pole of the street light.

You spot Spider-Man as he lands beside you, his arms empty of the woman and child. That was fast. Flashing him a smile, you motion at the man with mocking movements, pretending to fire your own imaginary web shooters. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle and a sigh as he shoots his webs at the man, securing the man against the pole for the police to collect him.

“That was quick. The woman and her daughter?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You were surprisingly close to him, your chest almost touching his.

“They’re fine. I got them to their apartment safely. It was only a block away.”

It was no secret to you that he you found him mind blowingly hot and you usually took pleasure in teasing the hell out of him but for some reason you didn’t have in you tonight. All you wanted was to wrap yourself around his toned body and kiss the life out of him.

So you do. You step into him, gently pulling his mask over his chapped lips and placing your own on top of them. He freezes for a second before slowly melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waste. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his mask.

You’re the first to break the kiss, pulling away before it got too heated. You send him a smirk, your arms still hanging around his neck and his still holding your waist. With a sigh, you step back from him, slowly moving away from him. You blow him a last kiss, turning to make your way home to pack in for the night. But before you go, you make sure to leave him with your voice playing through his ears on repeat.

“We make a pretty good team, Spidey.”

Thoughts on Spiderman: Homecoming

I’ll put my short, non-spoiler version above the cut for people who haven’t seen it yet: it’s good. It’s really good, head and shoulders above the Amazing duology and it holds its own against the Raimi films more than you would think. 

Specifically, it has two major strengths: first, as many people have noted, Tom Holland’s Spiderman feels like a real teenager way more than either Andrew Garfield or Tobey Macguire did - in part because the movie makes the most of out its science high school setting by giving Holland a secondary cast of other teens to bounce off of, and by making the conflict between his superhero life and his regular life being about high school things generally (making Lego Death Stars, Academic Decathalon meets, detention) instead of just about his romantic relationships. 

Second, as other people have noted, Spiderman: Homecoming feels way more New York  (more of a neighborhood Spiderman, you could say) than previous Spiderman movies. The Amazing movies’ idea of New York was some abstracted Times Square theme park, and with the best will in the world, even the Raimi films portrayed an extremely white New York that didn’t go beyond Midtown canyons and various landmarks. But Homecoming felt like Queens, from the multicultural student body at Midtown Science to Spiderman and the Prowler (you were great, Donald Glover!) arguing over which bodegas have the best sandwiches, to the jokes about how the outer boroughs aren’t well-stocked with tall buildings to web-swing off of, to Spiderman’s interactions with neighborhood locals who get pissed when would-be superheroes web their hands to their cars or repay subway directions with churros. 

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| Jumble | Peter Parker

this is literally just a crack fic, fair warning

*Soulmate Au - the first words your soulmate speaks to you on your body

[permanent + peter parker tag] : @osterfield-haz


You hated this city.

Quite so, you thought as you ducked for cover underneath the table, just in time for the door to explode open.

“Always something,” you muttered angrily, ignoring the screams of distress as you rubbed the irritated skin around a wound on your calf. “Always something happening in this place.”

From that whole spectacle with the Avengers down the road quite a bit ago, to that psychopath lizard on the news, to aliens destroying New York City a few blocks down. At the moment Midtown High was now being held hostage by some furious mutant - furious of what you didn’t know, you had tuned out his villainous monologue - who was going around exploding doors and shoving people against the walls, demanding to know where Spiderman was or he’d blow up the entire building.

You had no idea what he was going on about - you could barely even hear your own thoughts over the pathetic crying of that cheerleader in the corner - and just hoped that the whole fiasco would be over before something major happened. Why would Spiderboy or Spiderman or whatever be here anyway? 

You suppose you didn’t have to think much longer when the spider himself, tight spandex and all, swung in through the window, kicking the villain into the hallway. 

Another scream from the cheerleader.

“God help me,” You groaned, checking your foot to see if you sprained it as your classmates panicked, some calling 911, others having a breakdown. You swore you saw one kid piss himself. Literally.

The mutant - glowing eyes, ugly teeth - burst through the wall back into the classroom, crashing into desks, concrete flying everywhere. Spiderman followed closely after, dodging attacks, dancing around the small space with fluid motions like he was made to. 

While that was happening, your classmates had bravely started running away through the now obvious hole in the wall (you forgot to mention, the exploded door had caved in earlier), all herding out like a pack of wild animals. You were about to follow their example and abscond the hell out of this situation, when a shout echoed behind you. 

You shouldn’t have looked.

You really shouldn’t have. You should have legged it out. 

But you did, and when you turned, you saw the mutant on-top of the friendly neighbourhood vigilante, mouth opened, teeth growing into long, sharp points to promptly bite his head off.

Three things happened at once.

First, your oh so heroic self screamed loudly, stepped back, and tripped on a piece of stray shrapnel.

Secondly, the noise distracted the mutant, giving the other mutant - the spider one you were rooting for to be exact - an opportunity to get loose and switch the position.

Thirdly, Man Spider (what was his name again-?) webbed his opponent’s hands to the floor, and turned his head in your direction, voice a weird mixture of tones into an accent you didn’t recognize, but for some reason felt familiar with. 

“Cow! Throw the cow! Beside you!”

You had a moment of alarmed confusion, before it clicked and the adrenaline rushed in. You reached for the laptop with the cow-printed cover on the floor next to you, vaguely distracted by the sudden burning on your wrist where your mark was - looks like your soulmate was an egotistical crime fighting spider, great - and threw it with as much force as you could muster.

Spiderman slew a web, swinging the object out of the air and catching it, just in time for Mr. Sharp Teeth to break out of his bonds. He pounced and Spiderman turned swiftly, lifting the laptop up and using the momentum to smack it right into his head with a horrifying thump.

Everything was still for a moment, and then the mutant crumpled to the floor. 

Spiderman relaxed but if anything you only freaked out. Just how strong was he?!

“Thank god,” Spiderman breathed, his voice still itching at a memory in the back of your mind. You took a noticeable step away from him and he didn’t have to read your expression to know that you weren’t amused. “Oh! Hi, yes, are you okay - you’re bleeding, that’s, uh, that’s bad.”

When you didn’t respond he followed your incredulous gaze to the criminal at his feet. You could hear the police sirens in the distance.

“Oh him? Don’t worry, he’s just unconscious-” He waved the laptop - the dented laptop, jesus christ- “- He’ll be fine. Probably. I think.”

When you still only stared blankly, he flexed his fingers, shifting nervously like he hadn’t just knocked a man unconscious. “Right, so the police should be here soon so you’ll be returned to your family-” The laptop broke in his hands. “-Shoot uh, woops-”

Your first thought was that your soulmate was an idiot. 

Your second thought was that you might as well get this over with.

“Look you’re nice and all,” You interrupted. “But you’re not Peter Parker, and he kind of already owns my heart at the moment.” 

There was silence.

The sirens grew louder, signalling that the fuzz would be upon the scene soon.

Then laughter rang throughout the room.

It was hysterical, wrung with disbelief as the masked hero doubled over on himself, holding his stomach.

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but normally someone wouldn’t laugh after getting rejected by their soulmate. Do you need help or…?”

Spiderman giggled some more then took in a deep, muffled breath. You blinked and he was ripping the mask off, tufts of brown hair sticking to his forehe-

You have got to be kidding me.

Peter was still laughing, to the point where tears were wetting his cheeks. 

“Do you know what you did to me?” He asked, dropping the fake accent he had been using, and you suddenly knew exactly why it had been bothering you, why it sounded familiar. It was the same voice of the guy that you’d been crushing on for three years. The voice of the guy who had no idea of your existence. The voice of the guy you had just unknowingly confessed to, discovered was a superhero, and also your soulmate, all in the same day. 

What a time to be alive.

His hand threaded into his hair, clutching at the strands tightly. “Do you know what it was like seeing those words every day and being damn confused out of my mind?!”

Bright hazel eyes met yours, a cut on his lip. “’Not Peter Parker?’ You had me questioning my entire existence for years!”

Your mouth opened then shut. Multiple emotions flooded through you like a storm, but only one really stuck.

You?” You repeated, your wrist itching, burning. You stomped up to him, ignoring the body on the floor and stabbing your finger into his chest. “What about me? A cow? Throw you a cow? Was that the best you could come up with?! I’ve been up sleepless nights wondering what kind of situation would allow me to be in that position!”

“Hey, if you didn’t notice, I was kinda occupied!” He retorted, stepping even closer and throwing his hands up in the air. 

“I’ve had that ridiculousness on my skin in all caps!”

“You made me think there was another me!”

“Even my mom made fun of it!”

He snorted, still a little delirious, but allowed you to grab onto his collar and drag him down to your lips angrily.

He broke away first, hands holding your face, relief and amusement and exhaustion swimming in his eyes. “Name?”

“Y/N,” You muttered, frustration still speckled in your tone, fingers digging into his suit-clad chest as you yanked him back to your mouth again. “And you better remember it.”

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Chance Encounters (Peter Parker)

Summary / Request: “Hiii, how are you? Could you do a[n] imagine with spiderman (tom)? (Y/N) fathers works in shield and she is familiar with all the avengers, and she goes to the [same] school as peter. She is very brave and smart, and they both fall in love and start dating” / The day Y/N and Peter meet and the day Y/N confesses her feelings for him.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun

fluff

requested: anon

word count: 1454

Originally posted by juliechavira

With so many wonders to explore in Manhattan, Y/N always finds a way to Stark Tower. The building blends in with the concrete jungle of the city, but because of the distinguishing architecture and being a home of heroes she could not help to gravitate towards it. Luckily with her father working closely with The Avengers, Y/N often joins him on meetings just to have the opportunity to be in the tower. Over time Y/N befriended The Avengers to where she can stop in unannounced no problem. Though ever since the accords tore a rift between the heroes, Tony requested for Y/N to not visit until three months later, and she was asked to come back and catch up.

After many visits to Stark Tower, Y/N always, and will always be in awe of the exalted building. Before entering, taking a step back to admire it once more, focusing in on the details and away from the buzz of the crowd, she hears the click of a camera.

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Feeling Heartbreak..

Originally posted by spiderster

^ tbh this scene had me cryinggggg. His tears looked so genuine. 

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and Reader are out on a date. Peter’s spidey senses aren’t quick enough in an attack causing the Reader to die… won’t say how so read (,:

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Mentions of death. Angst,sadness, all the :( emotions. I cried while writing it. I’m just emotionally unstable but..I still cried like a lil bitchh.

Word Count:1,219 (so short :,( I’m sorry you guys..)

A/N: Writing this while i’m doing leg press and leg workouts. This has no connection to my Deadly Sins post btw :)

[Reader’s POV]

“Peter! Let me go” you laugh trying to get out of his grip.

“You can never escape the clutches of your precious boyfriend” he teases tickling you more. You had no strength compared to his Spidey strength.

  Tonight was your date night and Peter always tried making it fun for the both of you. We graduated High School together six months ago. Peter was going to have to leave Queens and join the Avengers. You knew it was going to be hard without him being around. He distracted you from your awful life at home. Peter made your life seem a lot brighter than the dull one you have. He distracted you from depression and abusive parents.

  Even though Peter’s identity was figured out when a villain attacked him at school our senior year. Mr. Stark had to announce he was joining the Avengers as Spider-Man.  Sure people at school freaked but it wasn’t insane. He didn’t get that much attention besides having to move to a new place with his Aunt May for their safety.

Life was good with Peter, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I love you babygirl” Peter grins bringing your hand up and kissing the back of your palm. The gesture immediately bringing a smile to your face. The two of you walked to your favorite spot in the park. Hand in hand,enjoying each others touch. Peter’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink after you place a kiss to his cheek.

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