#i guessed peter while high bc he wore a lot of red

[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

never trust a mf named peter

[kamino-ink]

Brawl | Lee Minho [Disney!au]

✧ Genre: Disney!au, fluff, cheesy as fuck Minho, suggestive bc its Minho how can I nOt-

✧ Summary: You’re not exactly the most interesting of people, at least not your eyes; but one of the biggest delinquents in town, the son of Ursula, insists on defending your honor no matter what.

✧ Word Count: 2.6k

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you weren’t the child of some important fairytale character, rather you were simply a normal citizen growing up as normally as anyone else

sure life was interesting enough watching the children of important figures in the land of fairytales and stories, but you preferred to mind your own business in the solitude of your home by the beach

you’d moved out from the main hub of town about a year ago, deciding that you didn't need to rely on the financial support of your parents after graduating

and even if you didn't say it, a lot of people who knew you personally were well aware that you were content with living in the town of magical or powerful beings; while others craved to leave the land in favor of exploring the rest of the world, it was essentially impossible

some of the founders of the land arranged a sort of plan to keep the coming generations safe from harm - if they were all trapped in one place, they couldn't harm innocent people outside of their realm or vice versa

so basically all of you were stuck on a single island, meant to inhabit it for generations to come

but none of you were allowed to ever leave the island, as doing so would alert normal humans of your existence; one could never trust their intentions

so while you were technically a child of a couple in the universe of Peter Pan, you didn't really care about your status

on the other hand, those who resided in the central part of town consisted mostly of the children of characters who played big roles in their stories; from Mulan to Merida, almost every character written down in the books had been cast into the real world so they could live in peace

so here you were, fresh out of the comfort of your parent’s home, sat sipping on some herbal tea to clear your sinuses by the beach

miniscule grains of sand snuck between your toes, but you didn't quite mind, choosing instead to let your body relax into the sand

you had come out here for a reason; to be free of the binds in town and live your own peaceful life of utter solitude

“Jisung you moron, I cannot believe that you got us kicked out again!”

“Listen Seungmin, its not my fault that they couldn't handle my bare-chested sexiness-”

“I am this close to hexing you, asshole. Just because your dad never wore a shirt in his goddamn life doesn't mean you need to be the same.”

it was mostly a life of solitude, not counting the occasional intruders who would freely walk down the shore of the beach just in front of your cozy hut

you recognized the pair arguing just feet away from yourself; they were the sons of Tarzan and Maleficent, respectively

oh my god if they're here, I bet that dickhead is here too-

“Morning, gorgeous. I was wondering when we’d pass by your... hut.” Lee Minho himself hummed with an amused smirk, his piercing gaze darting down to your more than exasperated expression

ah, Lee Minho was a peculiar case indeed. He was the only son of Ursula, having been born merely a month before the island founders transported everyone here

while most parents, good or evil, tried to make sure all of their children would get along with one another, it was as if Ursula had thrown that idea out the door and encouraged her son to do the things he did

he was enticing, owning a voice of gold that would make anyone’s heart to backflips if he spoke to them

he was also known to be one of the most cunning, strongest people on the island

Minho frequently picked fights on people of all shapes, sizes, and ancestry - he didn't give a flying fuck if you were the love-child of a famous prince and princess, he could and would initiate a brawl if he wanted to

while a good portion of the community looked at the man in distaste and fear, you knew he was a good man deep down

he only ever picked fights with people who really deserved it

for example, when a group of kids in high school had been making fun of Changbin’s parents since his dad was bisexual [in this day and age? wild] Minho was the first one to throw a punch, helping his friend beat the shit out of them

yeah they were suspended and nearly expelled, but from that day on you couldn't help but admire him in a sense

you’d grown up side by side, but since you weren’t too important, you weren’t really involved with anything the other big-leagues did

while Minho was captain of both the swim team and the dance team, you were usually found in the background, simply minding your own business

of course you felt an odd connection with the man, as well as other kids older than yourself and those born in the same year as you

all of you had been born before the transportation to the real world, and while the youngest included the likes of you and Minho both, just born months ahead of time - each of you wondered what life was like in the world of fairytales and fictional stories

but something inside your head convinced you to approach him all those years ago back in high school

you’d been watching him and the son of Cinderella since the start of their swim practice, admiring how easily he moved in the water

which was because he was practically made for it, considering his ancestry

“hey, Minho,” you’d called out to him, still leaning against one of the walls when he glanced over to you in surprise, “come here for a second.”

and he’d done just that, walking over to you in all his glory, water dripping down his bare chest and arms, his black hair wet but still somehow looking neat and presentable

“uh, hi?”

“could you - could you teach me how to fight?” you’d stuttered out to him in sheer panic, his own eyes twinkling in curiosity at your request

“I um - you see, well, I have to walk home alone after work most nights and it isn’t exactly... safe, I guess.” which isn't a lie, in all honesty

in the late hours of the night, you worked at a measly grocery store to get some easy cash, but having to walk home alone was incredibly scary

even though all of you had been, for the most part, raised in the human world, there were still low-life's and downright villainous people residing on the island

knowing that you could possibly run into someone like that alone with no way of defending yourself was a daunting thought

“yea, sure, why not.” Minho had agreed almost immediately, much to your surprise

ever since then, after school, the boy would drive you to the gym and train with you

whenever you got off of work he was right outside the front door where you would walk out, waiting so he could walk you home each night

you were a bit confused, since you had been training with him so you wouldn't feel defenseless by yourself - but he insisted on making sure you got home safely no matter what

over the years the two of you grew to be quite close, so much so that you'd been nominated prom king and queen

you still had the picture of you two dancing in celebration, red solo cups in hand as he had been in the middle of twirling you on the heels of your feet when the candid photograph had been taken

“What? Too distracted by my dashing good looks to talk?” He pressed on smugly, snapping his fingers just inches in front of your face to snap you out of your daydream

“In your dreams, Minho,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, accepting his hand lent out to help you stand from the sand you’d been sitting in, “I was just... thinking.”

“Ouch, that must hurt.”

“Shut it, octopus.” You hiss, flicking his forehead while Jisung and Seungmin made their way towards the two of you.

“Anywho, Chan is throwing some huge party tonight and invited you to come.” He informed you with a bit of bitterness to his tone, much to your amusement

it was painfully obvious how Minho had a... thing, for you, to say the least. while you didn’t know if it was a short-lived infatuation or genuine feelings, it was hilarious to witness him become jealous over the smallest things

like one time where Felix, the son of Belle, had been helping you with schoolwork in the library

his head was close to yours, bent down so he could quietly explain how to work out the difficult problems [what? he is a genius, so you didn't mind the younger boy helping you out at all]

then Minho had sauntered in, almost immediately spotting two of his closest friends so close together with the smart Felix whispering something to you

despite your protests, Minho had insisted that he help you instead, sending Felix away by reminding him that they had a dance competition in just a few days - the freckled boy had gasped and rushed out quickly to the studio just for some extra practice, trusting the older boy to help

needless to say, you had failed that assignment horribly

“aww, is little Minho jealous?” You asked him in a teasing tone, wiping off the remnants of sand from your sundress, making Jisung and Seungmin snicker behind you

the black haired man glared at you playfully, though his lips were curled into a pout

“Y/N, I am not jealous - oh, forget it, I was wondering if you wanted to come to town with us while we picked up some food and shit for the party.”

you shrugged, knowing full well that you didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the afternoon besides sitting in the sand or wading in the water

“Sure, just let me put on some shoes- Minho!” You squeaked in surprise when he doesn't even give you the chance to finish, as he’s easily picked you up and thrown you onto his back

you huffed and puffed at him, gently smacking his head as he lead your small group off the beach and up the path towards the main part of town, ignoring your squeals of protest the entire time

about an hour had passed and you were still stuck on Minho’s back, even after all that shopping and going through shops to find food

Jisung and Seungmin were walking just a few feet ahead of you two, carrying the light bags of food for the party in their hands while Minho lagged a bit behind them, his hands supporting your legs still wrapped around his waist

“Goddamn, look at that ass!”

“You think her boyfriend will get pissed if we snap a pic?”

you gawked in disbelief at what you were hearing, turning your head to see two younger boys cheekily winking at you

you had completely forgotten you were still wearing a sundress, and while your backside was protected by shorts, it still left little to the imagination

you felt Minho pause abruptly in his tracks just so he could slowly turn around and face your disgusting catcallers

“Say another word about my girl and I swear to god I’ll snap your limbs like twigs.” He threatens the mischievous boys lowly, his voice dead serious and intimidating

as if they were wanting a death wish, the pair of boys rolled their eyes and sent not-so-discreate winks to you, completely ignoring the boiling man carrying you

“Hey lady, if this weirdo isn’t giving you what you need, we can solve that problem for you.”

with a deep breath Minho gently slid you off of his back, pushing you behind him while Jisung and Seungmin made their way back to you two, clearly wondering what had happened to make their friend so eerily pissed

“You two shitheads need to learn some fucking respect,” the tall man growled in a growing fury, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “or would you like me to knock some common fucking sense into those empty brains of yours?”

“Alright alright, we’ll back off man.” One of them gave in with a roll of his eyes, holding his hands up in surrender as he started to lead his partner past you and the two boys still staring in curiosity

then, as they made their way past you, one of them reached out and squeezed your ass invasively, smirking at your gasp of shock and disgust

he didn't have time to even blink before Minho had swung at him so hard that he’d been knocked out

his friend looked back quickly, his eyes wide in fear at what just happened

if he decided to fight back, you were sure that Minho would turn the confrontation into an all out brawl

“Take him away before I decide to make the bastard bleed.” Minho growled, now standing in front of you protectively while the boy nodded comically fast, picking his friend up with one arm and waddling away

that night you decided not to go to the party - the confrontation from the shopping trip still had you a bit zoned out, and you knew that if you had gone you would've been too anxious with so many drunk, hormonal people crowded into one space

“Minho, you didn't have to stay with me.” You sigh to the man, glancing over to him and watching as he clenches his jaw, still clearly upset at the event earlier that day

you could tell that he blamed himself for whatever reason; he probably thought he could’ve prevented the sick guy from touching you, but none of you could’ve predicted that he would have acted so rashly anyway

“Too bad, princess, you're stuck with me.” He huffed back, not sparing you one look in fear that he might lose it and freak out about the incident again

you let out a deep, resounding sigh before you scoot closer to him on the stairs of your porch, resting your head on his shoulders comfortingly

you could feel one of his hands trailing up your bare thigh, his fingertips lazily tracing your skin as you both watched the ocean waves lap at the sandy shore of the beach

“Let me... let me be the only man who can touch you, Y/N.” Minho blurts out suddenly, though his voice is oddly serious and quiet

your cheeks heat up quickly at his blunt statement, though you can’t seem to comprehend exactly what he’s suggesting

“When that sicko touched you today, I was so close to ripping his head off. You didn't give him permission so that’s why -” he breaks off with a gulp, his fingers now squeezing your thigh, as if he was testing his boundaries, “that’s why I’m asking for your permission. Please, princess, let me touch you.”

you find yourself letting out a soft, nearly inaudible ‘okay,’ and within milliseconds the man has tilted your chin up with the pads of his fingers and thumb, his serious gaze boring into yours

“Are you sure?”

“I - yes, I’m sure, Minho. You were my hero today, and shouldn't heroes get a proper reward?”

you watch with red cheeks as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, now parted as he leans in closer and closer, until your noses are touching and his pink lips are grazing yours

“Princess, you are going to regret those words when I’m done with you tonight.”

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[killer-barnes]

Cold As Ice

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!

Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

The loud bell rang above you, startling your thoughts away and indicated the warning bell for first period.

As you hurriedly stuff your books into your bag, you see students rush to get into their appropriate rooms.  

Not wanting to be late, you quickly shut your locker, trying to zip up your backpack as you turn around.

However, what you didn’t realize was that a certain Peter wasn’t looking where he was going and slammed straight into you, causing him to spill the paper he was holding and you to the stained tile floor.

“O-Oh my god, I-I’m so sorry! A-Are you okay? I wasn’t paying attention…”

As soon as you hear those words come from the boy’s mouth, you know exactly who it is.

The nerdy boy who always wore those cheesy math and science shirts.

The nerdy boy who always had his head digged into some kind of homework every second he has.

The nerdy boy who is an absolute genius.

But most importantly, the nerdy boy who you had a never ending and embarrassing crush on.

Slowly turning your gaze towards Peter, your face beats a dark red and you see him reach out his lanky hand towards you.

Carefully taking his hand, you feel the rough skin surrounding his knuckles and the softness of his palm as it envelopes your own.

After pulling you up, you quickly drop his hand. Your cold one swiftly moving into your sweatshirt pocket.

“Y-You have really cold hands!” Peter nervously adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.

Say something, Y/N!

SAY ANYTHING!

Letting out a nervous noise, your face feeling like a thousand degrees despite your cold contrasting body.

“I-uh, I-” you squeaked, but were soon interrupted by the late bell, signalling you were tardy for your first class.

You grabbed your backpack off the floor and sprinted towards the classroom, ignoring Peter’s worried glance and words.

Turning your head back towards him, you see Peter still standing where you were a second ago.

Sensing your stare, he softly waves to you, which you shakily return, the blush still evident across your cheeks.

As you approach your class’s door, you let out a shaky sigh and prepare for the ‘tardiness talk’ as well as the unwanted stares of your fellow classmates.

Two periods and an embarrassing amount of stares later, it was time for lunch.

You didn’t like sitting in the cafeteria.

It’s too loud and everyone has a specific table to sit at while you are trying to find at least someone to sit with.

You were a shy person, which at times could really turn off a person from making any sort of friendship or relationship with you.

Not that you minded, but sometimes you got a little lonely and wanted someone to talk to besides you dog.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you decide to skip the cafeteria and head towards the library for some peace and quiet.

Trying to make the least amount of noise, you head up the stairs to where you usually sit.

No one went up there since it was closed off and a little dusty.

You didn’t mind it though, you enjoyed the smell of the old books invading your nose.

It gave your nerdy, book loving heart comfort and a sense of home.

Setting down your bag and sack lunch, you take a seat at a table close to the window.

Your thoughts started to fill with wonder and concern as you feel a serious chill erupt your body.

I don’t feel sick?

What the hell is going on?

I just want to have something normal about me…

Is that too much to ask?!

You were interrupted as you see someone walk up the steps.

No one comes up here…

Why today?!

God, this is the worst day of my life.

You take in their features without thinking, chestnut curls, lanky form, cheesy math shir-

Well, shit.

Hiding your face behind a book, you see him slowly appear closer and closer as if he was looking for a specific book in your section.

His gaze meets your eyes as that’s all he can see from the book covering your face.

Peter takes a double take as your face is now covered by the book once again.

You see him smile softly and make his way towards you, causing internal panic to rise inside of you.

Fuck.

Fuck, don’t come over her-

“H-Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry about this morning. I never found out if you w-were okay?”

Pushing the book down, you avoid his gaze as you nod a yes, indicating that you were in fact okay.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, which you found adorable for some reason.

“Do you mind if I-uh, sit with you? Uh, I don’t have to, though. I can go somewhere else if you want. I mean, you’re sitting alone so you probably want to be alone, but I just wanted to see if yo-”

“S-sure,” you whispered, probably barely audible, but Peter heard it with his enhanced abilities and immediately stopped talking.

That was the first time he’s ever really heard your voice.

Well, he did have classes with you, but whenever you were called on, there was never an answer and after a while, the teachers just stopped asking.

“O-okay, great! T-Thanks, Y/N,” Peter stutters as he pushes the chair back from the table.

This too was Peter’s lunch hour, but of course, he forgot his lunch and was trying so damn hard to control his grumbling stomach.

Your lunch was opened and you were quietly taking nibbles out of your red apple as you heard  grumbling from across the table.

Looking up towards Peter, you see his face flushed in embarrassment.

Chuckling, you dig through your lunch sack and toss him your meat sandwich that you knew you probably wouldn’t be eating.

“W-What about you? I don’t need this, seriously I’m-”

His excuses were cut off by another gurgle of his stomach, causing the both of you to laugh a little louder than expected.

The librarian shushed you both from below and you quickly went back to reading your book from before.

Heading home from your last period of school, dark clouds filled the sky signalling a storm approaching.

You were only a few minutes from home, so you weren’t too worried about getting soaked.

However, after a few minutes of walking, you saw little flakes of white fall past your face.

Is it really snowing?

Now?

What the hell?

It’s almost summer for crying out loud!

Turning the corner, a shooting pain shot through both of your hands causing you to clutch them and let out a string of curse words.

“What the fuck was that..?”

As the pain subsided, your hands started to shake uncontrollably, the tips turning a dark navy purple color.

Frostbite…?

This makes no sense!

Heading into an alleyway that was hidden from the commotion of the city, you stared at your hands for a few seconds.

You were interrupted by the vibrate of your phone, causing you to jump in fright.

Pulling it from your coat pocket, you see a text from your Mom, letting you know she’ll be late for dinner.

As you were about to send her a message back, your hands were hit with another shot of pain, however, this time it was more intense than the first.

The pain caused you to drop your phone on the hard, gravely alley ground as a shot of pain went through, yet again.

Fuck!

Aiming your hands towards the ground, you feel your hands turn into an intolerable freezing temperature and see some form of ice expel from the palm of your hands.

Panic sets in as you glance towards your hand, which are now a white blue color.

Shoving your hands into your pocket, you sprint home and get out of the public eye.

You needed to know what was happening to you.

Now.

Shoving your backpack down as you entered your apartment, you race towards your room, finding your laptop sitting on the top of your bed.

Opening the internet browser, you search anything and everything you can think of.

Freezing hands?

Ice shooting out of hands?

Ice powers?

Elsa from Frozen powers?

Loudly sighing, you rack your hands through your hair nervously, hoping to calm any sense of anxiety, but it did nothing.

Plus, your hands were still freezing!

After looking through hours and hours of research, you land on something that seems to be close to what you’re experiencing.

Cyrokinesis: The ability to manipulate or control movement of molecules of matter and create an ice.

Putting your back to the headboard of your bed, you pause and think.

Cyrokinesis?

What?

I guess it makes… sense?

I thought this stuff wasn’t even real.

Oh my god, now I’m even more of a freak.

Rubbing your hands over your eyes, you feel the coldness assist the sting that started to surround your eyes, tears slowly escaping.

“Why the fuck can I not be normal?”

Deciding to channel Elsa from Frozen, you found a pair of simple black gloves to cover your hands in case of any incident that would occur.

You didn’t know what else to do, honesty.

Your parents would think something is wrong with you.

The hospital would probably think you have some sort of mental problem.

And you couldn’t tell Peter.

You didn’t want that beginning of a friendship to end over your weird, cold hands that could shoot ice.

This all doesn’t seem real.

Your parents came home later that night, but instead of spending time with them, you ate early in order to avoid their glances and questions about wearing gloves inside.

With the heater on.

Once you actually had the time to focus and complete a few assignments due tomorrow, you crashed early, wanting nothing more than sweet dreams to distort the nightmare you were currently living.

Your dreams were nothing of your reality now, but that happiness was interrupted by the harsh ringing of your alarm, reminding you to get up for hell, oops school.

Tossing on some leggings and a sweatshirt, since it was actually cold today from the snowstorm yesterday, you make sure to grab the black gloves and head towards the kitchen to leave for school.

“Hi, sweetie. We missed you last night at dinner. We’ll make sure to do something this weekend, okay?” Your Mom questioned, feeling bad about your Father’s work schedule as well as her own.

With a smile you reply, “sure, Mom. That sounds great. I-I’ve gotta get to school. See you later.”

Slipping on your gloves as you shut the front door behind you, you headed towards Midtown High, praying nothing will happen.

So far, your day hasn’t been too bad.

You did get a few weird glances from people since you were still wearing your gloves throughout your classes, but you didn’t really have a choice, right?

Unless they wanted to be frozen into a block, you were going to keep them on no matter what.

You haven’t seen Peter all day, but heading towards your usual spot in the library, you see him already sitting there, his hair sticking up in several directions and eyes baggy as if he hasn’t slept in years.

“H-Hey, Peter,” you said, barely above a whisper.

His eyes shoot up in your direction, filling with excitement and comfort.

“Heey, Y/N. How’s it hang- are you wearing gloves… inside?” Peter tiredly replies, a smug look plastered on his features.

Hiding your hands behind your back, you sheepishly dart your direction away from his, nervously chuckling.

“O-Oh, uh- my h-hands are just cold.”

“Do they need warming up?”

Blushing furiously, you tuck your hair behind your ear, as your voice gets caught in your throat once again.

Hearing him chuckle, Peter is quick to joke.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N. Well, only if you want me to be,” wiggling his eyebrows he adds, “so, what you got for lunch today?”  

Taking a seat next to him, you both continue this session of lunch as you did yesterday.

You shared most of the contents with him as he finished his homework that wasn’t due for another two days.

After having lunch with him, the rest of your day went by smoothly as well as did the next few weeks.

You’ve slowly gained knowledge of your powers and grasped the true beauty of it, even though you would still consider yourself a freak.

And on one particular day, you decided to put your powers to the test and see what you were capable of, especially since you’ve been practicing as much as possible with being in school and hanging out with Peter whenever you could.

Finishing this week of school, you were heading home to work on some left over homework that wouldn’t be due until next week.

God, I’m turning into Peter…

You think, while chuckling to yourself.

After turning on the secluded corner to get to your apartment, you pass by an alleyway and hear muffled screams, one accidentally slipping out and echoing throughout the alley.

You turn your direction towards the scream and think.

Well, I guess it’s my time to shine.

You can do this, Y/N.

Stepping cautiously towards the alleyway, you see a man pressing his hand against a poor lady’s face as she is pushed against the wall.

You grab the mask you made a few nights ago and slipped it on. It covered most of your face, except for your mouth so you had the chance to get some words out before kicking ass.

“H-Hey! Get off of her!” you exclaim, slipping the gloves off of your icy hands.

Turning his attention towards you, the man laughs.

“And what do you think you’re going to do, little girl? Look at you. So puny.”

Lifting your hands towards his direction, you reply, “this, you dick.”

Except before you had the chance to freeze him, the man let go of the lady and decided to grab you instead.

The lady ran off as the guy came close to you ear.

“Oh, I’m going to have some fun with you, my dear,” he laughed maniacally.

“Is that really a way to treat a lady, dude?”

You and the man’s attention were brought to the teenage sounding voice from above.

“And who the fuck are you?!” the man exclaimed, his grip increasing on your waist.

Flipping down in front of you both, you recognize him immediately.

‘I’m Spiderman.”

“Alright, kid. Sure. How about you leave me and her alone and we’ll all be good? Hm?”

“Hmm, let me think about tha- yeah, no. How about you let her go and I won’t hurt you,” the webbed hero inquired, his voice calm, yet serious.

“You asked for it, kid!”

The man dropped you to the floor, deciding to take a blow at Spiderman, but of course, he was too slow and was quickly webbed to the wall by the spider with a few cuts and scrapes.

“Told ya you shouldn’t of messed with me, man. And stop messing with the ladies. You won’t get anywhere with what you just did to her.”

Before the man could reply, Spiderman shut his mouth with some webbing.

‘Alright, enough from him. H-Hey, are you okay…?” The masked hero questioned, making his way towards you on the ground.

For some reason, that phrase.

That voice.

It sounded so… familiar.

Like you knew the masked spider.

Confusion edged your face underneath your mask as you hoped your voice was decent for talking.

“I-I’m, I- okay. I-I mean I’m okay,” you embarrassingly stuttered, putting your gloves back on.

You saw the hero glance towards your gloves, but he didn’t press any questions, which you were thankful for.

“Here, grab on to me. Let’s get you home.”

As you make your way into Spiderman’s arms, he quickly pulls you in and before you know it, you both are swinging around the city, a few blocks away from your apartment, which you had mentioned before he decided to swing.

Snuggling further into his hold, you engulf his scent.

Cinnamon…

Slight cookie smell…

Musty…

Who did he smel-

Oh my god.

Oh. My. God.

Peter fucking Parker.

Trying to calm your thoughts and breathing, you cannot believe what you’ve just figured out…

How could he be Spiderman?

Nerdy Parker?

The one who gets homework done a week before it’s due?

The one with the vast array of sweaters?

Oh my god.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when you feel him land at the fire escape by your window, somehow knowing where to land, which furthered your suspicion and theory.

Taking a step back, your gaze intense on his masks features, you see him wave a hand in front of your face.

“Y-You good? Got me worried there for a second,” he nervously chuckled, adding, “so, uh- what’s with the mask? Trying to save th-”

“Peter.”

His words were caught in his throat as he comprehended what you had just said.

Nervously playing with his gloved hands and squirming in his stance, he stutters, “w-w-what? I-I-I have no idea w-who you’re t-talking about…”

Walking towards him, you lift your mask, and put your gloved hand against his masked face saying once again, “Peter.”

His face presses into your touch, shakily sighing.

Lifting up his face, he slowly takes off his mask, revealing the cute, adorable, nerdy boy underneath.

Embarrassment traced every one of his features.

‘I-I’m sorry I n-never told you, I-I just, I-I didn’t know how, I guess? I just wanted to protect you an-”

Taking a bold move, you pressed your ice cold lips to his warm, soft, plump ones, silencing him in every way possible.

Letting his lips go to take a breather, you hear him whisper a ‘wow’ and touch the swollen lips on his face, a smile appearing on his features.

Turning his direction towards you, he asks, “so… what’s your deal?”

Chuckling, you duck your head, answering, “I’m afraid that’s a story for another time, Spiderboy.”

Hearing him sputter out incoherent words, you decide to bid your goodbyes.

“Goodnight, Peter.”

Knowing he’ll get nothing from you now, he says his farewells.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

A/N: Well, SHIT, guys. I honestly did not expect it to go like this?? I hope it’s okay? Plus I feel like this is really long, like that never happens with me, so I’m a little proud. Anyways, please let me know what you think!

[evieoftheisle-remade]

for the honesty hour thing, do all the even number ones 😎

AAAAAAA ily thanks for all the questions, now hopefully all my answers make sense pff

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Depends on who I’m with! If it’s a small group I can be really outgoing, and especially around my friends. In school I tend to be really quiet and hardly talk at all.


4. Are you easy to get along with?I like to think so? Sometimes I could see myself being a little overbearing or disagreeable.


6. What kind of people are you attracted to?NICE PEOPLE, if you’re nice to me I’ll cry.


8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?Hmmm dunno, my ex I guess tbh.


10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?My best friend Talia! We hung out at lunch today which was rad bc we hardly have time, and we talked abt feelings.


12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?-Cry Wolf— The girl and the dreamcatched-Howl— Florence and the machine (Oh my gosh wolf theme here jeez)-Rainclouds— The arcadian wind-No guts, no glory— Cassio monroe-Jump into the fog— The wombats


14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Kinda, yea!


16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Bruh


18. Do you still talk to your first crush?HOoh man who even was my first crush? Nah i dont think so


20. Do you like your neighbors?OMG my neighbors are a nice elderly italian couple whos son still lives w them, and he talks rlly loud and gruff and loves comic books and is like a friendly lumberjack and theyre great


22. Where would you like to travel?Anywhere sounds nice w friends! Road trips are def my style, just place to place yknow.


24. Favorite part of your daily routine?The couple hours before my sister and I go to bed, when we just chill in her room and draw or talk!


26. What do you do when you wake up?Bathroom probably lol


28. Who are you most comfortable around?My sister 100%


30. Do you ever want to get married?Maybe, idk


32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?NAH


34. Do you play sports? What sports?I dont play sports lol


36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?YA


38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Idk, someone nice who makes me smile and I can make smile. Idc


40. What do you want to do after high school?cry


42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I’m probably in a mood, sometimes I just detach bc something minor upsets me and it takes me a while to find a voice/personality again


44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?BOTH SOUND TERRIFYING but im gonna say ocean yea ill stay on earth thx


46. What are you paranoid about?My dad finding my blog or hearing me talk abt really personal stuff he wouldnt approve of


48. Have you ever been drunk?Nupe


50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Grey


52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?Make my voice normal lol


54. Favourite store?BARNES & NOBLE OMg


56. Favourite colour?
ALL maybe pastel purples/pinks??!!


58. Last thing you ate?
Pasta lol


60. Ever won a competition? For what?Cant remember asdffg. I won a camp competition and the trophy was an old icee machine theyd spray painted silver. my teams names all got written on it.


62. Been arrested? For what?NO OMG


64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?I have two tbh. My technical first kiss was this girl who sprung it on me w/o asking, i was still dating another guy at the time. it was surprising and a little intense, it freaked me out and i hate remembering itWhat i like to call my real first kiss was w the guy id been dating at the time, he kissed me after band practice and both our dads were in the room but it was really cute and sweet


66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS and i love them all so much. All my real friends ive known for so many years, and most of my tumblr friends are pretty new but i have so much love for all yall


68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr. twitters cool but it confuses me haha


70. Names of your bestfriends? Katie, courtney, chris, stef, & talia !


72. What colour are your towels?Uuuuh is it bad i cant remember? Red? We have a few colors cuz their all old and dont rlly match


72. How many pillows do you sleep with? (??? theres two 72s omg lol)HELLA


74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?I have a pillow pet and a toothless build a bear lmao, and theres probably like 4ish other merch plushiss that i love


76. What colour is your underwear?pink pff


78. Favourite ice cream flavour?coffee!!


80. What colour pants?Dark blue denim!


82. Favourite movie?Hmm Descendants probs heheh. Or HTTYD!


84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Ive only seen mean girls, and that was like years ago hahaha


86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?NEMO


88. Last person you talked to today?My sister ;3;


90. Name a person you love?YOU BB


92. In a fight with someone?Na bro


94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Like 5ish that i use regularly, probably more tho


96. Favourite actress?


Hummm Dove cameron lol


98. Do you tan a lot?YES in the summer yea


100. How are you feeling?Tired & a little anxious


102. Do you regret anything from your past?YA always


104. Do you miss anyone from your past?A friend i used to have in middle school and freshmen year lol, but he moved


106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Not that i know of. maybe.


108. What should you be doing?ENGLISH HW ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WHAT CAN YA DO


110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Mmm


112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?Katie (My sister), I bet. Yikes.


114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?YA


116. Are you listening to music right now?Radio in the car! Idk the song, its pop but its new so i dunno it yet


118. Do you like Chinese food?Yea


120. Are you afraid of the dark?SOMETIMES BRO


122. Is cheating ever okay?NO??? NO!!!


124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Not really


126. Are you currently bored?Luckily anxiety is occupying me idk if “bored” is quite the word for it


128. Would you change your name?Hmmm maybe maybe not, idc. 
If I changed it it be to something like peter or even nico

130. Do you like subway?Eeeeh


132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?This questions repeated i think but my friend Talia!


134. Can you count to one million?WH i mean theoretically… ye..s?


136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Open, so the cat can get in/out


138. Curly or Straight hair?Mines p straight


140. Summer or Winter?Summer


142. Favourite month?March


144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?MILK CHOCOLATE


146. Was today a good day?It was pretty good yeah!!


148. What’s your favourite quote?

“Comparison will kill you” idk who its by


150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line“He didn’t have the time to dawdle here like this now”