#peter parker x hoh!reader

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

lover - p. parker

a/n: hi guys so sorry it's been a while i meant to finish this a million times and im still not thrilled with the ending but oh well! i want to make a quick note that as someone whose hard of hearing i am aware that being hoh/deaf has a lot of rheotric around it and there's a lot of positive associations with being hoh/deaf but reader in this fic is not always happy with being hoh because being deaf/hoh has a LOT of complciated emotions associated with it! just keep that in mind as we go forward. warnings: hoh!reader, cursing probably, suggestive behaviors, lots of kissing, lots of fluff, a poorly written ending, gn!reader, reader having a lot of complex emotions about their hearing, talks of weddings, and reader has a mom and a step dad who love them. AUTISTIC PETER BTW ITS ONLY MENTIONED ONCE BUT IT IS IMPORTANT TO ME word count: 4.0k summary: peter parker is quite literally the most amazing boyfriend ever. even when you realize you're hard of hearing. pairing: tasm!peter parker x hoh!reader now playing: lover - taylor swift "my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue/all's well that ends well to end up with you/swear to be over-dramatic and true to my/lover"

Going to the grocery store is a nightmare.  

Especially when you go on a Saturday in New York City, on a relatively nice day out.

You’re pushing the cart through the grocery store, trying to focus on what’s right in front of you as Peter comes up behind you, placing a box of cinnamon toast crunch in the bag before you check it off your list.

This is your system—Peter runs around grabbing your assorted groceries for the next two weeks as you check it off the list, then there is two people making sure you have all your groceries. This pretty much eliminates the possibility of having to run out to the store during the week.

And usually, you do this very early on Sunday mornings—Like, you and Peter are the first patrons at the store.

But you’re out of just a few things that are essential—Toothpaste, Milk, coffee—You pretty much just decided to get it out of the way for the next two weeks.

The problem now, is that you’re in this crowded store, full of people talking, machines beeping and carts wheeling.. You’re struggling to focus. That’s what you pass it off as, at least.

Peter’s hand lands gently on your arm as he says your name gently.

“Huh?” You tilt your head to look at him.

“I just wanted to know what was next on the list.” He smiles at you. You glance down at the list,

“Uh, Bread.” You tell him, planning on making grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You smile softly. You’re not the biggest fan of PDA but Peter can recognize when you’re feeling upset and just need a reminder of your worth.

A few minutes later, as you’re struggling to ground yourself in the middle of this Trader Joe’s, Peter spooks you when he comes up behind you, his hand resting on your upper arm.

“Fucking Christ—” You gasped, “You terrified me!”

“I’m sorry, Baby.” He says gently. “I called your name a few times, was yapping all the way down the aisle.”

“Oh..” Your face softens. You don’t really know how to say all the things you’re feeling.

“Hey, I’ll—I’ll finish up here, how bout you step outside for a few minutes? Wait for me by the carts?”

Your list is almost finished up so you nod, smiling gently before leaving the grocery store, finally getting some peace and quiet. You lean against the wall of the grocery store, watching people pass the grocery store. About twenty minutes later, Peter walks out of the grocery store, holding your grocery bags. He hands you two bags but carries about four. Your boyfriend is Spider-man, and as much as you hate taking advantage of that.. You can’t’ deny how nice his strength is for situations like this.

He shifts the bags around to pull two candy bars out of his pocket—

A Snickers for him, and a standard Hershey bar for you.

You eat your candy as you make the short trip home, not saying much. The candy bar helps, but this looming truth lingers in the air, and you don’t want to be the one to say anything about it. So the pair of you make your way into the apartment, putting away your groceries wordlessly. But in the quiet of your apartment, you stop, suddenly plagued with a new trouble.

“My ears are ringing.”

“What?” It’s not something he’s asking because he did not hear you, but the statement catches him off guard.

“My ears are ringing.” You repeat. He gently takes the oranges out of your hands, scared that you might dig your fingers into them and destroy them half an hour after he picked them out.

“Okay,” he says softly, putting them to the side. “Why don’t you go sit down in the living room while I make some tea and put the groceries away?” He gently prods. Too busy wanting to literally claw off your own ears, you nod and head over to your couch.

Peter’s by your side a few minutes later with a mug of tea on the coffee table. However, it goes quickly forgotten as you climb on top of him, cuddling into him. His hands rub your back gently. You sit like this for a while, until he decides to ask—

“How long have you had trouble with your hearing?” His voice is soft. You reflect for a little while, before responding with a soft,

“A long time, now..” You remember being a teenager and having trouble hearing your friends in the lunchroom and lectures being a nightmare during college. “I think I’ve been just ignoring it for a few years..”

He had a feeling that’s what your answer would have been—you’re rather in tune with yourself, and something like this would’ve been something you picked up on a long time ago. But he doesn’t blame you for ignoring something like this.

“You know we should probably go to an audiologist, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, I know..” You sigh, cuddling into him further, as if you can hide away from the entire world.

“I’ll take you,” he says gently, not wanting you to worry about going alone or being anxious. You’ll be anxious anyways, but maybe he could help. And he will help, his fingers always brushing against your skin, making sure you remember that he’s there and not going anywhere. It’s the best way he can help-- By making sure you’re not alone.

“Thanks..” Your voice breaks, and he frowns, his hand coming to find your cheek, pulling you into his view. The sight of you crying makes his heart squeeze.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asks softly, his thumb wiping your tears.

“I don’t..” You bite your lip, trying to form the words. You’re not an idiot. You have done some research on Deaf culture. You knew that it was an enhancement, something to be proud of. And that was phenomenal—You had done a lot of courses in college on disability rhetoric, and you knew how important it was to reinforce positive associations with disabilities, as well as the fact that most deaf and hard of hearing people did not consider themselves disabled.

And all that pride lived inside of you—But you couldn’t help your struggle about the subject. It would take time to adjust to, and Peter.. Peter deserved an easy life. He was Spider-Man for Christ’s sake!

“I don’t want you to have to worry about me if it turns out I do have trouble hearing. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

He frowns at this, tilting his head.

“Hey,” he tilts his head, looking at you with admiration. “Did you know when I was adopted by my aunt and uncle they told them I would be a challenge to raise? That my autism and lack of social skills would make me.. harder to love..?”

“You’re not hard to love.” You immediately say, and he smiles.

“I know. My aunt and uncle proved that to me, they went into raising me knowing that I would just have different struggles as other kids my age. Even if you are heard of hearing or deaf—You’re not hard to love. You just have different experiences and struggles from other people our age. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want every part of that journey.” He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. It makes you smile a bit. “Now, no more tears. Let’s watch a movie, and we’ll start our research tomorrow, okay?” He hums.

You nod and grab the throw blanket behind him, pulling it across the pair of you as he grabs the remote and turns on your favorite movie. His hands stay on you, rubbing comforting patterns into your skin.

He turns the subtitles on without you asking.

• • •

The audiologist office has lights that are too bright. You and Peter sit side by side, as you look around at the other patients. Your chest tightens as you realize you are surrounded by people in their 70’s and 80’s—Except for you, a twenty something year old, a young boy, around seven, and a teenage girl. You all share similar looks of discomfort, but in your anxiety, you notice that there’s a sense of.. familiarity in seeing people your age here.

You decide to put a pin in your thoughts, as Peter’s hand finds your thigh, and you glance back over to him. In the past two weeks, He’s been giving more physical cues to get your attention, a small way he’s trying to make you feel more comfortable.

“Stop bouncing your leg,” he says softly, “You’re just working yourself up.” He says gently. You nod, and then your name is called, so you gather your things, and before you go, Peter grabs your wrist, before throwing up the sign in ASL for ‘I love you’. You grin and throw it back, before following the nurse into the back.  

Peter waits, for around half an hour, making sure not to draw too much attention to himself. He makes pleasant conversation with two of the older ladies who are there, after finding out that they all grew up in Queens.

After that half hour, you come back out of the back rooms of the office, and Peter grins at you as he says a quick, respectful goodbye to the two older women, before handing you your jacket.

The pair of you stay quiet until you’re out of the office, and only when you’re a few steps away does he slip his jacket on before asking,

“How’d it go?” And with this, he clumsily signs along. The pair of you have been practicing ASL—Short phrases here and there.

You hesitate for an answer, going into your bag and fishing out a small ASL dictionary. Inside, in his sort of messy handwriting, Peter has written you a note that you take a glance at every time you open it. It reads, ‘Don’t forget I love you’, and it never fails to make you smile.

Another challenge you’ve been facing in your journey to learn ASL is your facial expressions—You’ve never been good at properly matching your face to your emotions or words, so it’s been a struggle.

“Fine,” You speak and sign. Then you pause. “Actually, not fine.” You sign, and then you drop the signing, because you’re only a beginner. “It’s sort of what we expected—My hearing is.. bad, and will probably get worse as I age.” His hand finds yours.

“Okay.. What did he say about hearing aids?”

“That If I felt like I needed them to schedule a follow-up.” You tell him. “But they’re expensive and I’ll need to do research to see what sort of health insurance coverage I have.”

He nods gently, his thumb rubbing your knuckles gently.

“Well, we’re gonna cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He throws up the sign for ‘I love you’. You throw it back. And it might seem stupid, but every time Peter holds up that sign, your heart melts a little bit. Maybe it’s a low bar or something like that—And it’s true. But Peter is learning a whole new language for the sake of making sure you’re comfortable and for your comfort. No one has ever done anything close to that for you.

• • •

Peter has become in tune with your body. Which is a weird way to say it, but it’s true. Those heightened senses of his come in handy, and mostly, he watches for tension in your shoulders and your jaw, perfect indicators that your ears hurt.

Usually, it’s this painful ringing, and usually, Peter just tries to make you as cozy as possible while you ride that out.

But tonight, you’re at a family party, celebrating your sister’s birthday. She’s getting married in a few months, and she’s been so busy with that you haven’t seen a lot of her. Peter holds your gift for her in one hand, and your hand in his with the other.

The party goes well for the most part, you’re just relaxing and hanging out with your family. It’s a nice party, and you’re grateful for your entire family. Your mom holds your nephew in her lap, your sister laughs with your aunts and her fiancé, and your brother and uncle are yapping about some football game.

You, Peter, and your stepdad stand in the kitchen, talking about all sorts of things. Your sister’s wedding, the cruise he just took your mom on, Peter’s recent promotion, and of course..

“Have you considered hearing aids?” Your stepdad asks.

“Yeah, they’re just.. expensive.” You laugh, nervously.

Your stepdad gently taps his own ears, “Well, you’d be part of an elite club.” He grins.

You roll your eyes playfully, before your attention is grabbed by a tugging on the leg of your pants. You glance down, and see your young nephew, gazing up at you with wide eyes.

“What can I do for you, little man?” You ask, a hand coming up to brush hair from his face. He says something you can’t quite make out, so you put your drink on the counter and crouch down to hear him properly, tapping right below your ear, “One more time, bud.”

“Can Peter come play?” He asks, still a little shy around the man you’ve been dating for a while now. You grin and nod,

“Of course he can.” You glance up to Peter, then to your nephew. “What do you wanna play?”

“Dinosaurs.” He requests. So, you pick him up and turn to Peter.

“Peter, our friend here would like to play dinosaurs with you.” You grin.

The way your hair falls into place, the way you hold your nephew close, the way your smile pinches your eyes together.. Peter wishes he could freeze this moment forever because you look perfect.

“Dinosaurs?” he repeats, before grabbing your nephew from you, and then positioning him so that he’s riding on Peter’s back. “Dude, I love dinosaurs!” that’s the last thing you can make out as Peter carries him off to the living room to play dinosaurs. You watch with an affectionate smile, taking small sips of your drink.

“So… Nice kid..” Your mom says as she walks into the kitchen.

You assume she’s talking about your nephew, so you shrug, “He is a good kid.”

“No, I’m talking about Peter.” Your face flushes as you realize where this is going.

“What about Peter?” You hum, looking over to her.

“I’m just saying, I think—”

“You two are gross together.” Your stepdad chimes in, but there’s no malice behind his comment. In fact, you only laugh because it’s something you used to say to them when they started dating.

“Yeah, I know,” You hum. “I really love him.” You confess, before shrugging.

“You know, with your sister’s wedding coming up, I’ve been thinking a lot about—” Your face flushes, as you finish your drink.

“When Peter and I are ready to get married, you two will be the first to know.”

“Oh, so you do wanna marry him.” Your mom smiles. Your face is warmer now.

“I’m gonna go mingle, you two should try minding your own business.”

You find Peter rather quickly, and he just smirks at you, before signing, ‘Talking about marriage?’

You roll your eyes, signing back, ‘Shut up.’ He just puckers his lips and blows a kiss at you. He wants to marry you too.

• • •

After dinner and cake, you sit in your old bedroom, rubbing your ears as you try and come up with an excuse to leave.

Peter finds you a few minutes later and sits next to you on your bed. You lean into him, your eyes heavy from dealing with the ringing you’ve been dealing with.

He gently prompts you to pick your head up before signing, ‘Ringing again?’

You just nod.

“Pete, I wanna go home.” You tell him. Your brother and nephew left a little while ago, and downstairs, your aunts and uncles are getting ready to head home.

“I know, baby. Let’s get you home.” He hums softly. He gently rubs his hand up and down your arm, before pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. Then, one at the base of your ear.

• • •

A few days later, you’re just doing chores around the apartment when your phone buzzes. When you take a minute to glance at it, you find yourself grinning.

It’s the link to an article, sent to you by your mom—Besides Peter, she has been the greatest support through your journey in figuring out you’re hearing. And she knows you have a bias towards Spider-man as far as vigilantes go (wonder why).

The link leads you to a photo of Spider-man, who is swinging across the city, holding up the sign for ‘I love you’. A grin breaks out on your face, just in time for Peter to crawl back into the apartment.

You find him with his mask off as he starts to calm down from a long day, and before he can do much else, you make your way over to him and pull him in for a long kiss.

He hums, his hands finding your waist as your arms wrap around his neck. When you pull away he grins.

“Hi.” He hums.

“Hey..” you smile. “I didn’t know Spider-man knew sign language,” You tease, and he just laughs, a light pink dusting of blush across his cheeks.

“He knows it for you.”

“For me?”

“For you, baby,” he leans in and kisses you gently. His hands begin to travel from your waist to the hem of your shirt, and then up, resting his gloved fingers against the skin of your sides.

• • •

Your hearing aids come in just in time for your sister’s wedding.

You pick them up and hold them in your hands as you go back and forth, worrying. Worrying about Peter not liking them, worrying about breaking them, worrying about everything, really.

But you stand in front of the mirror, and put them on carefully, before turning them on. You take a moment to adjust to how certain sounds are now. The drip of the faucet is more pronounced, and the sounds don’t just melt together like they usually do.

You can even hear Peter shuffling around outside, giving you as much time as you need to process the look and feel of them. When you finally step out, you’re nervous, and he must be able to tell.

“Look at you,” he grins, peering at the hearing aids. “Can we get a spin?” You immediately let out a nervous giggle, and then do a little twirl for him, and he just laughs and claps.

“You like them?” You ask nervously, and he nods.

“Absolutely.” He tells you. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, right next to your hearing aids. “I have something for you.” he tells you, before handing you a small black box. For a moment, you freak out. He probably senses the panic and shakes his head, “Just open it.”

You do, and when you realize what you’re looking at, your heart absolutely melts. It’s a gold star earing that has a chain that hooks onto your hearing aid, and another chain with more star pendants that dangle. It’s gorgeous, and you wonder what you did to deserve him. You lean in and kiss him gently.

“Thank you.” You say softly, and he can tell you’re going to get emotional, so he kisses you again.

“I think you look very pretty.” He hums, “Complete.” You grin and lean in for another kiss.

You’re beginning to feel it, too.

• • •

The morning of your sister’s wedding, you’re texting Peter as your sister gets her makeup done. You’re pretty much all ready, you’re just inclined to stay with her until she needs you.

‘Bug Boy

2:24

Attachment: One Image’

The look of Peter in his suit makes your heart melt.

‘Sugar

2:26

you look very handsome, pete <3’

‘Bug Boy

2:26

Aw, thank you, sugar. Do I get a photo of you or do I have to wait?’

‘Sugar

2:27

nope! gotta wait.’

‘Bug Boy

2:30

: (‘

‘Bug Boy

2:33

How are your hearing aids feeling?’

‘Sugar

2:35

good! they’re helping with all the commotion. i’m glad i got them before the wedding’

‘Bug Boy

2:36

Me too. I love you. See you soon?’

‘Sugar

2:37

see you soon <3 i love you.’

 You wear all black, as per her request, and you ask her a few days before if it’s okay if you wear your hearing aids, mostly because you don’t want the attention on you if you must answer a bunch of questions about your hearing aids.

But she’s more than happy to have you wear them, especially if it means you can hear everything that’s happening, and that your ears won’t ring.

The gold hearing aid jewelry goes well with your outfit, and you’re anxious to see Peter again—You’ve been so busy getting ready and helping your sister get ready that you haven’t given him a chance to see your fancy new outfit.

Just before the ceremony, as your sister is having her first look with her soon to be husband, you manage to sneak away, finding Peter mingling with your extended family, enjoying a drink, and eating some appetizers. Your spider boy and his appetite.

You tap on his shoulder when he’s alone, and he turns and quite literally gasps at the sight of you.

“Look what we have here,” he hummed, his hands running down the sides of your outfit. Then, he puts his drink down and begins to sign while speaking, “You look gorgeous. Your jewelry looks lovely.” He grins.

You blush, before signing back, “You don’t think it looks weird or clunky?”

“No,” He shakes his head, “You’re glowing,” he tells you, leaning into place a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” You sign, “Do you want this?”

Your question catches him off guard, and he signs back,

“What?”

“This,” You gesture to the area around you. “A big wedding.”

His answer is simple but effective—

“I want whatever kind of wedding you want.”

“Even if I want big obnoxious flowers and a big ugly pastry gown?”

“Even if you want all that. Although..” He trails off, shrugging his shoulders.

“Although?” You question.

“I always imagined you in something simple. Something that shows off your features, not outshines them… And now, your little stars and hearing aids to go along with it..” He hums, grinning at your reddening face. “And pink tulips.”

“Pink tulips?”

“To go with the white roses.” He hums. You never really thought of Peter as a guy to have dreams and plans for his wedding, but he’s full of surprises. You know that better than anybody else.

“I love you.” You say softly, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. On your side, the flash of a light goes off and you start to giggle when you realize that one of the many photographers your sister has hired, and you realize that the photos of you and Peter will forever be known as from your sister’s wedding when you were just dating.

“I love you,” he hums as he holds up the sign for it. “How much time do you have before the ceremony starts?”

“Twenty minutes?”

“..Plenty of time.” He has this wicked grin on his face. Your face flushes, before you take his hand, letting him drag you off to a quiet corner of the venue.

“You better not ruin my hair or my makeup, spider boy.”

“I’ll be nice and gentle- I can be mean and rough later.”

“Peter Parker, I swear to god—”

He cuts you off by pressing you against the wall of an elevator, and as the door closes, he runs his fingers over your hearing aids, before pressing another kiss to your lips.

[hobis-hope94]

How The Avengers Would React to Finding Out You’re Deaf/Hard of Hearing:

Avengers x GN!Reader

Tony Stark:

He’d be shocked at first, since you got so good at lip reading he didn’t really noticed. He caught sight of your hearing aid and knew straight away; he didn’t ask questions. You two would spend hours learning sign language together.

Steve Rogers:

He’d have a few questions. All very respectful and kind. His protection over you would grow ever so slightly, but he still knows how strong you are and steps back unless you ask him for help. You two have your own secret form of communication that you two do when you don’t feel like wearing your hearing aid.

Peter Parker:

He’d think it’s super cool. He’d be so geeky about it, you’d find it adorable. He’d think it’s really cool, and sometimes when you feel down about having to wear a hearing aid or being HOH, Peter would always make you feel 3,000% better.

Stephen Strange:

He’s a doctor, not an audiologist, so when he finds out you’re deaf/HOH, he reads. He reads A LOT. He’ll do whatever he can to make sure he can understand the certain struggles you have and he’ll be respectful as well.

James Bucky Barnes:

He understands you the most. He understands why some days you feel different and on the days you don’t like having to explain to literally everyone you’re deaf/HOH, he’ll be right by your side. You two will spend ages telling each other what you love about the other. Since loud places can be daunting to you, you and Bucky would sneak off (he doesn’t like loud places either) and spend the evenings cuddled in bed watching sitcoms.

Vision:

He���d be curious. “Vis, you can ask questions, I don’t mind.” You’d say more than once a day. You’d giggle at the fact that you’re the one teaching a smart AI all the terms and meanings of being deaf/HOH. He’ll make sure you ALWAYS have spare hearing aid batteries with you just in case.

Loki Lefyuson:

He’d be very curious. But wouldn’t ask too many questions. You two would sneak off together to cause mischief. Oh, being able to “turn your ears off” is fantastic when Loki goes on and on about how much he doesn’t like Thor. You’d learn to 98% of the time to switch your aid off as soon as you’d hear Thor’s name being said in a grumpy tone. It’d take him a while to realise that you’re not actually listening. It’s a good job you’re cute and he loves you, because he finds it funny.

Thor Odinson:

He’d never shut up and constantly ask you questions. “Do you have a shower with it on?” “If it rains, is it dangerous?” “Could i try it on?” “No, Thor you cannot try my hearing aid on” you’d always laugh. Thor would love you regardless and honestly you’d find his questions amusing and adorable.

Natasha Romanoff:

She’d notice straight away. She’d love you all the more, she wouldn’t ask any questions. She’d always make sure she’s sat next to you during debriefing because sometimes it’s hard to focus on Fury’s lips, so Natasha would mouth everything that’s just been said back to you. She’d be protective over you during missions, but she knows you’re pretty badass and can hold your own.

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda would be SO CURIOUS. But because she’s shy as well, communication between you two got off at a tricky start. At first she didn’t know you were deaf/HOH, she thought you hated her, and you thought exactly the same - that she hated you. Once you two figured it out, you both laughed. You two are stuck together like glue after that. You can read each other just by facial expressions, and sometimes a MILLION words are said when no talking is actually done.

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AN: this was fun to do! Also yes, I’m hard of hearing (I have a hearing aid above my right ear). There are rare days where I don’t like being deaf, and yes I’ve had some of the questions Thor asked the reader asked to me 😂😭

Have a lovely weekend ✨ I hope to get back to writing fics soon, I’ve been in a little writer’s block 😭

[pvterparkours]

Sunflowers || p.parker (teaser)

au ; peter parker x hoh! original character

summary ; in which a city that never sleeps is always quiet...but only for her.

words ; 119 words

warning(s) ; this is just straight up fluff, angst and the oc trying her hardest to adjust to a new life. there will be some swearing but mostly minimal. anything written in italics is either the oc or someone using sign to communicate.

authors note ; do not get angry if something one of the characters says is insensitive, i’ve put it in there for a reason. before you ask why doesn’t the oc get cochlear implants she doesn’t want them and theres a very high likelihood they wouldn't work anyway, they don’t always work for everyone. 

"peter you don’t understand...you may be able to save everyone as spider-man but she doesn’t need saving, she’s not helpless and she’s not defenceless...she just can’t hear the world like you do”

“but-”

“no buts kid, if she doesn’t want your help she definitely doesn’t need it. she’s not broken, she doesn’t need to be repaired, she’s coping perfectly fine”

“but mr stark-”

“peter, whatever it is that you’re thinking i’m going to need you to stop”

“what if i can persuade her into seeking help and getting those implant surgeries”

“if she hasn’t gotten them already, what makes you think she even wants them now?”

“everyone deserves to hear the city and i feel like she should too”

PERMANENT TAGLIST ; 

@lafayettes-baguettes-1 @sailingintothenight @beautiful-holland @lovelyh0lland@avahodge  @built4broadway @savethebabyseals @ironspideyboy @quaxon-holland @evakviigmohns @genderbentpeterparker @darlintom

[jasntodds]

Pretense [3]

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x HOH!Reader

Words: 6,138

Warnings: Alcohol use, fluff, smut (18+ minors dni)

Summary: When you, an intern for the Daily Bugle, are set out to find the person behind the mask of New York’s Spider-Man, your life turns upside down with secrets, supervillains, and a boy by the name of Peter Parker.

A/N: I couldn’t decide if I should add smut or not so it sat in my drafts for like a month lmao SORRY Will try to update on Thursdays (or every other Thursday) now

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MJ and Ned are sitting in Peter’s and Ned’s dorm room waiting for Peter to start talking. After you had left the coffee shop, Peter texted the group chat, asking MJ and Ned to meet up at their dorm room the next day. It was kind of (intentionally) brushed off to seem like a movie night, a normal occurrence between them but when they arrived tonight, Peter said he actually needed to tell them something.

“So, are you gonna tell us?” MJ asks, watching Peter fidget with his fingers.

“Uh, yeah so there’s this girl.” Peter starts, voice consumed of hesitance as he looks up slightly to MJ.

“You need to ask us about girl problems?” MJ raises her brows, her words coming off a little more harsh than intended. Peter’s just never asked for help about a girl before, at least not to her, and he made this seem like it something really important. So, she’s left a little confused.

“No.” Peter shakes his head quickly. “Her name’s Y/n Y/L/N--”

“Like…the one whose brother got hurt last year?” Ned pipes in, making Peter and MJ furrow their brows at him before looking between each other. “Ya know, the guy who was here on like a full ride scholarship, tore his ACL in a soccer game.” Ned has been keeping up with a few of the sports since coming to college, soccer being one he happened to like to watch, along with tennis.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I remember.” Peter nods, remembering that it was pretty big news around campus but he didn’t remember the person’s name. But Ned does and maybe it’s just a coincidence that you and him share a last name. “I’m not sure if that’s her brother.”

“Anyway…” MJ breaks up the conversation and brings Peter back to the topic at hand.

“Right, right, well, she works for the Daily Bugle.” Peter starts to explain, MJ and Ned narrowing their eyes, already not liking where this is going. “J. Jonah Jameson is having her go after Spider-Man to reveal his identity.”

“Oh, well that’s bad.” Ned states sucking in a breath.

“Yeah, you should probably stay away from her.” MJ warns, her words coming out as a scoff.

“About that.” Peter winces, scrunching his nose.

Ned groans while MJ rolls her eyes, both in disappointment. Peter doesn’t learn and at this point, they’re both a little sick of it. When they got their memories of him back, it was as if they were swept under by tsunami. It wasn’t this gradual thing where everything just went back to normal. They were flooded by memories and every single emotion that came with them. 

MJ went through this tidal wave of emotions for this boy she didn’t even know that long. She felt this intense love and passion for him as every memory of him came back to her. He went from a stranger to someone she’d known for years and been in love with. Ned was swept up with the adornment he had, always having looked at Peter as a brother. Peter was more than a best friend, he was his brother and it all came back, the fear and worry for Peter’s life. It was a mess for the both of them.

There was peace in their lives prior to getting their memories back but after….it was a lot. They lived lives they didn’t even remember and it was because of Peter. They both love him and don’t want to lose him, but, they also really do not want to go through that again. Neither of them think they could handle it all again, people knowing he’s Spider-Man or forgetting him again. Peter choosing got not stay away you is only going to put everything in danger again.

“Come on.” Ned groans, tilting his head back.

“I have an idea and I-I think it’ll work!” Peter exclaims while Ned and MJ hold straight faces, MJ looking more annoyed than anything else, not saying a word. “I-I could be friends with her.”

“Bad idea.” MJ states, voice monotone, wanting this conversation to be done and over with.

“Just listen, okay and maybe I can convince her that Spider-Man isn’t that bad and he’s actually really helpful in saving people. Maybe I can change her mind.” Peter tries to defend his decision.

“Why do you think you could do that?” MJ asks.

It’s not that she doesn’t think he couldn’t convince you. She wants to know why he would take that risk at all. Does he want to lose everything again? Lose her and Ned again?

Peter shrugs. “I-I don’t know but I think it’s better than letting this girl run after me and have a chance to unmask me without knowing me. What if she finds out I’m Spider-Man and she doesn’t know me? Maybe if she got to know me and knew that it could ruin my life, maybe she wouldn’t do it. Ya know? Spider-Man is just some guy in a mask to her, to everyone, but if she knew there’s a real person…I-I don’t know maybe it could be different.” Peter looks down, hoping his friends can side with him, put a little trust into him.

“Dude, this is a bad idea.” Ned winces, knowing he’s wasting his breath. “What if she hates you though?” Ned asks, MJ chuckling under her breath at the question while Peter just looks offended. “I’m not saying you’re not likable but what if she hates you? Flash hated you for no reason.”

“At least I tried.” Peter defends.

Ned and MJ both let out a sigh as they look to each other. Despite thinking this will only end in flames, they nod because what if he doesn’t try? You go off, eventually figure it out. MJ did so maybe you can, too, somehow. You find out Peter is Spider-Man and you send it right off to JJ who writes about it and Peter’s life is destroyed all over again. At least this way, Peter can try to convince you that Spider-Man is a good guy with a life outside of being a hero and maybe he can change your mind. Maybe if you figure it out, you won’t destroy his life again.

“Okay but we get to feel her out.” MJ states.

“Why?” Peter asks, brow quirked in suspicion.

“Because what if she’s actually just a bitch? There’s no point in wasting your time if she’s already a shitty person.” MJ’s is nonchalant but assertive. 

Ned chuckles softly. “It’s true.” Ned shrugs, gaining a glare from Peter. “You see the best in everyone.”

“Um, well, there-she did invite me to Harry Osborn’s party.” Peter squints his eyes a little, knowing they’re not too fond of the pretty boy.

“She’s friends with Harry Osborn?” Ned quirks a brow, nose scrunching slightly.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Peter shrugs, brushing it off.

“And we’re supposed to believe she’s a good person who won’t want to destroy your life?” MJ questions, brows pulled together and lips pursed.

“Maybe he’s not that bad.” Peter shrugs, voice a little higher in pitch this time.

MJ scrunches her nose. “He’s a fuckboy.”

“So?” Peter asks.

“Okay.” MJ rolls her eyes. “When is it?”

“You’re on board quick.” Ned quips earning narrowed eyes from MJ.

“Friday.” Peter answers, ignoring Ned’s comment.

“So, we’re going?” Ned asks, looking to MJ and Peter knowing they don’t do parties often.

“Looks like we have no choice.” MJ lays back with the words that come out in a sigh.

“Maybe it’ll be fun.” Peter groans.

“We’ll see.” MJ mumbles.

The party is roaring by the time the trio arrives. People are scattered throughout the large penthouse apartment, drinks in most people’s hands, and music that seems to be from the newest TikTok trend plays from the speakers. The trio looks around, Peter looking specifically for you while Ned is just looking around a bit surprised. He’s been to one of Harry Osborn’s parties and it was wild, this one seems no different. MJ, on the other hand, is counting the minutes until they get to leave, never having been a fan of parties.

“Peter!” Your voice divides through the music, grabbing Peter’s attention. He spots you through the sea of people and it’s as if the crowd just divides for him to have the perfect site of you.

You walk over to him while Peter gives you a smile. His eyes are wide as he watches you, brows relaxed and there’s something about the way you walk, hips swaying with every step that’s so elegant and captivating. He likes the way your hair looks in the low light of the party and the way the forest green dress compliments your waist. You’re radiant as you approach him and there’s a split second with your soft eyes looking at him that he forgets why he’s here. But it’s just a moment.

“You made it.” You beam, red solo cup in hand while the infamous Harry Osborn walks up from behind you.

“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Peter nods, eyes still wide. “Thanks for inviting me.” Peter offers a soft smile.

“Of course! Oh, uh,” You turn, gesturing to Harry as he moves to the side of you. “This is Harry. Harry this is Peter and…”

“MJ.” MJ speaks up, curling her lips inward.

“Ned.” Ned says, smile wide and toothy.

“They’re my best friends.” Peter answers with a gentle smile.

Friends. So, this is confirmation that Peter and MJ are just friends. There’s a smile that you can’t contain with those words. Peter is just some silly boy you just met but he’s just so darn cute that, at the very least, she wants something to happen. Plus, he’s really smart and funny.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile kindly at the two friends.

“So, this is the new boy, huh?” Harry looks between you and Peter, earning a nudge from you. “Heard a bit about you. Just…” Harry puts a hand on your shoulder and you close your eyes knowing he’s going to say something embarrassing. “If you want a room, go for it, I only ask you to clean up.”

“Harry!” Your eyes are wide as Harry laughs, Peter’s cheeks tint while Ned chuckles a little, MJ looks unpleased and unamused. “Okay, first of all, shut up. Second, you always ask me to help clean the next day anyway so I can do what I want.”

Harry’s eyes narrow while the smirk remains on his face. “Just be safe, Y/n.”

“How long have you guys been…” MJ waves a finger between you and Harry, not sure how to finish the sentence. She’s seen Harry and you together around campus. You always seem…close. Harry’s more touchy-feely with you, from what MJ has seen.

“Friends.” You immediately answer, not allowing any space for Harry to speak. “A few years.”

“She was just this shy and self-conscious person so I brought her under my wing.” Harry slings an arm over your shoulders, tilting his head to the right as he looks at MJ.

“That’s not at all what happened, please don’t listen to him.” You shake your head. “I told him he was a jerk.”

“Good times.” Harry laughs. “Well, I’m off. Have fun, plenty of drinks in the kitchen.” Harry nods his head at Peter before heading off into the sea of people.

You take a drink from the cup, trying your best to wash down Harry’s sex remark. It’s not that it bothers you really because he never means any harm but that does not stop the embarrassment, especially since Peter's friends also had to hear it.

“Um…do you want a drink?” You ask Peter, lifting your cup slightly.

Peter looks to Ned and MJ, who both shrug. “Sure.” Peter answers with a slight nod.

“You guys?” You turn your offer to his friends.

“Actually--”

“We’re good.” Ned cuts MJ off, giving a silent glare.

“Okay…” You laugh softly, nodding your head towards the kitchen. “This way. Enjoy the party, guys.” You flash them a kind smile, before leading Peter through the crowd.

It’s interesting to see you in this environment. You and Peter only had a few conversations but you’re fairly soft-spoken and seem more to yourself. It’s interesting for Peter to see you at Harry’s and seem to a better host of a party than he is. It’s not even your party.

“What’d ya want?” You ask, gesturing an open hand to the several bottles of alcohol lining the marble countertop. “There’s also a keg if you wanted beer and a few coolers have some wine coolers.” You explain. “And water, of course.”

“Um…” Peter looks over the options, not really feeling something that hard but not wanting to ask about the wine coolers which he normally prefers. “W-what are you having?”

“Oh,” You look into your cup and back to Peter. “It’s the Freedom Lemonade by Smirnoff. Red, White, and Berry Smirnoff with some lemonade.”

Peter looks at the cup with hesitance. “Is it actually good?”

“Well, if I make it for you, yes. This,” You tilt the cup back and forth slightly, the small bit of liquid sloshing to the sides. “Does not because Harry made it and I don’t like to waste things. So, I can make you one if you want.”

“Y-yeah, thank you, that’d be great.” Peter smiles while you grab the red, white, and blue bottle and jug of lemonade from the fridge.

Peter watches as you pour his drink with double the lemonade to vodka ratio. You aren’t doing anything special but he’s enthralled by your movements. You hold the bottle of vodka with care and ease. Someone bumped into you and Peter heard you apologize to them before they stumbled off. Something about you is interesting.

“Here ya go.” You hand Peter his cup, his fingers brushing over yours as he takes it.

“Thank you.” Peter thanks you as he takes a sip. The drink is tart and he can taste the alcohol but it’s good. The extra lemonade was definitely needed. “It’s good.” Peter smiles sheepishly.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smile at him, watching over the features of his face as he stands beside you, leaning against the counter.

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” A voice pulls Peter and you away from each other.

“Having fun?” You quip, something that catches Peter off guard. “What’re you doing here? You hate parties and you hate Harry.” Your eyes are narrowed as you turn around to the voice that called you.

“You shouldn’t be at these parties.” The boy with the same colored hair as you grumbles.

“Why not? Harry’s my friend. It is his party?” You shift your weight to your right foot.

“But now you’re my responsibility and I have to stay and walk you home.” The boy rolls his eyes, annoyed at this interaction.

“I always stay here when there’s a party?” You snap, rolling your eyes. “I’m not your stupid responsibility, oh my gosh.”

“Then who’s this? Some random guy who you--”

“This is my friend, Peter.” You’re snarky and Peter can’t help but feel like he’s intruding. “Peter, this is Caspian, my very annoying older brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Peter says softly, unsure if he should actually say anything at all.

“Right.” Caspian shakes his head.

“Seriously, why are you here?” You cross your arms, careful not to spill your drink. “Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

“Having fun.” Caspian mocks. “She’s busy tonight.”

“Right.” You mock right back. “Well, you never saw me and I never saw you then. Bye, Cas.” You roll your eyes, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him away.

Peter gives Caspian an apologetic closed smile, trailing right behind you as you lead you both to the living room. You don’t get snarky or mean with anyone. You have some banter with Harry but that’s about it. Unless, it’s one of your brothers. Usually, the oldest aren’t the issue. It’s the ones closer to your age that see you as this fragile and delicate flower that needs to be taken care of all the time and you can’t be bothered with it. Caspian is probably the worst out of them but despite all that, you know it always blows over in a day.

“Sorry about that. Cas has been…weird lately and in my business.” You suck in a breath, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck.

“Is-is everything okay?” Peter asks.

To Peter, it just seemed like your brother was in a bad mood. Peter might be an only child but he's seen it with other friends, having siblings that can be protective or want to be included or something. It's not a big deal to him but it seems like it's a big deal to you.

“He won’t talk to anyone about why he’s got a stick up his butt but…yeah, I think so. Everyone kind of checks on him and stuff. He’s not like being weird in a scary way or anything. He’s just been kind of distant but also more overprotective a little bit.” You state before quickly rambling. “Not that he’s always like telling me what to do or anything, he doesn’t care, just more like keeping tabs on me, I guess? I don't know.” You furrow your brows before looking to your shoes.

“Do you know why?” It’s not really Peter’s business, but it’s bothering you and he wants you to know you can talk to him.

You pause and of course, you know why. It’s not some sort of coincidence that the day you get hired to unmask Spider-Man, Caspian started acting a bit strange. He was never a Spider-Man fan by any means so you aren’t sure why he cares so much aside from possibly being concerned with your lack of morals of the situation. But, you think there’s more. You have your theories but you keep them to yourself to protect yourself, and others.

You shake your head. “I, uh, I don’t wanna talk about it, if that’s okay.” You chew the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter’s brows cinch together as he nods. “Of course.”

“Thanks.” You look down once more.

One thing Peter has noticed this far into a possible new friendship is that you aren’t really shy. You’re quiet, sure, but you’re not shy. You told Peter about your internship and your brothers. You had no issue in talking to him in the library or inviting him here. You’re not shy but right now, with the run in with Caspian, you are. It’s as if you’re ashamed of it and Peter wants to know why. Siblings fight, he doesn’t have any, but it seemed like a normal interaction from other siblings he’s known.

“It’s okay.” Peter takes a step closer to you.

You look at him and his eyes are safe looking at you. He is kind and soft and gentle. You swear he couldn't hurt a fly with just that look alone.

"Yeah...um," You suck in a breath, taking a drink of your drink. "What've you been up to the last couple of days? Haven't seen you around campus, really."

Peter's eyes widen a little, glad for the change in conversation, quickly thinking of a lie that has nothing to do with Spider-Man antics. "Busy with classes. Ned and I got the Millennium Falcon Lego kit so we were building that." Peter rambles, almost cringing at the last part.

"The Millennium Falcon? Those kits are really expensive." You chuckle softly. "That sounds really cool, always wanted to build one."

Peter lets out a silent sigh of relief with you not thinking it was lame. "Yeah, uh, we saved for it and Ned had saved for the Death Star in high school so we built that together. It's become kind of a thing."

"Really? That's cool. Lego is just a pretty cool company as a whole but the kits always seemed like fun. Are they hard?" You’ve only put together the small kits that are good for any age after three.

Peter shakes his head. "They can be a little frustrating sometimes but not really. It's pretty straightforward, especially when you're working with someone else. You get like booklet with what to do and Lego is easy to follow." Peter chuckles.

You watch as Peter's entire face lights up as he talks. You ask more questions about the other Lego kits they've put together and Peter gets more excited as he rambles. You think it's adorable. The lines in his face ease and then become more prominent when he remembers something he considered a key detail in his story. His brows pull together and then soften when gets more dramatic about something. Peter talks like you’re the only people in the entire house even when you're surrounded by people. He is captivating.

"Y/n! Peter!" Harry calls the two of you from across the room. "Come play!" Harry is stood to one side of a long table, cups set up on either end.

"Do you wanna?" You ask, nodding your head in that direction.

Peter shrugs. "Yeah, okay." Peter smiles at you before you both walk over to your end of the table.

"Aw, not my partner this time?" Harry pouts from the other end.

"Are you saying you can't win without me, Harry?" You put your hand over your heart. "That's so sweet." You joke.

Harry has a crooked grin. "You can't win without me."

"What are the stakes then, Osborn?" You cock your head with a taunt.

Harry's eyes narrow but that grin stays plastered across his lips. Peter gets it. He never really understood why girls were all over Harry. He understood in terms of he's attractive and rich. But, he knew that was not the only thing that made girls melt. But, now he gets it. He's charming. More than just charming. Harry has a way of being radiant without outshining the other people in the room. And that makes Peter understand how you and him are friends. You’re enthralling and quiet while Harry is radiant and loud. You compliment each other and he seems to bring out something different in you. Something Peter is finding himself wishing he could bring out, too.

"You don't have to help me clean if you win." Harry offers with raised brows.

"Oooh." Your brows pull together as you grin back at him. "If I lose?"

"I don't help." Harry laughs.

"Alright, got yourself a bet then." You hold your head up high before looking to Peter. "You don't have to partake in it or anything." You lean closer to him. "If we lose, I will leave before he wakes up." You pull away with a laugh and Peter's cheeks are tinted red.

He laughs though. "You'll leave?"

"Yes." You laugh.

"I'm, uh, I'm pretty good at beer pong so I don't think you have to worry." Peter gives you a cheeky grin, the first one of the night and it makes your heart flutter.

"Uh..." Your smile is still across your face but he's left you a bit speechless, something that doesn't normally happen. "Maybe we'll make a good team then."

"Hello! Y/n!" Harry calls. "Ready?" Harry holds up a ping pong ball before tossing it to you and then another. "You two first."

You hand Peter a ball and you take the shot first, getting it into the cup in the bottom row all the way to the right. Peter's next and his goes into the cup left of the center one.

"And the game begins." Harry bellows, him and his partner moving the two cups off to the side and taking two large drinks of their drinks.

Harry is next and he gets the cup right behind the center cup. His partner gets the one next to his, you and Peter both taking drinks of your Freedom Lemonade before moving the cups. The game continues and Peter catches himself watching you toss the ball.

You toss the ball more with your wrist and it's swift but delicate. You only miss a few times throughout the game, making Peter think you attend all of Harry's parties -- nearly every Friday or Saturday -- and you’ve gotten really good or you’re just like that. By how comfortable you are with the game, and knowing exactly when they should ask to rearrange the cups and how they should be rearranged, Peter's guessing you just play a lot. And he watches your face wrinkle as you stick your tongue out at Harry when you make it into one of the last cups. Your smile is wide until you tilt your head back with booming laughter while Harry flips you off.

You watch Peter, too, though. He's a bit lanky but you can see his bicep bulge under his flannel when he goes to toss the ping pong ball. The veins in his hands have become more prominent throughout the night and his hair is tousled from running his hand through it during the game. His speech is a little slurred now and you think it's cute. He's cute. And when he watches you, your heart beats like a snare drum in your chest. You can feel his stare and you want him to keep watching you. You like how it makes you feel like you’re on fire.

"Rebuttal time. You're a good opponent, Parker!" Harry yells across the table, his speech slurred with every word.

"You put a fight, Osborn." Peter jokes and his body is loose now, not just from the alcohol but from playing with this group of friends. He was stiff, a bit unsure, but now he almost feels like he's been friends with you and Harry for years. Harry was much more welcoming than Peter thought he’d be and you’ve been bumping him and bringing him into your jokes.

"Take your shot, Harry!" You joke, your words not nearly as slurred as Harry's.

"I need to concentrate!" Harry yells back, his eyes close with his brows pinched together.

He opens his eyes, pulling his arms back and aiming for the solo cup right in the middle of you and Peter. The ball leaves Harry's fingers, the four of you watch as the ball goes through the air and then hits the table before entering the cup. Harry puts his head in his hands while you and Peter cheer together. You pull Peter in for a quick kiss before turning to Harry, giving a wide and cocky smile. Peter's cheeks are beet red, his lips on fire for the second they touched yours.

"Looks like you need me, Harry." You pout.

"Rematch!" Harry demands.

"Nope!" You yell. "I'll take my win, thank you." You laugh. "You're really good at that." You turn your attention to Peter.

"So are you." Peter beams at you, licking his bottom lip.

"Uh, do you wanna....go to the balcony for a minute? Take a break?" You ask looking around, Harry already trying to get another pair to play with him.

"Sure, yeah." Peter nods, grabbing his now empty cup, you follow his lead before leading him to the balcony by holding Peter's hands and he can't help but notice how soft your hand is in his.

Peter's hands are always so rough and calloused. It's not something he minds or even really pays much attention to, until right now. Your hand is small and smooth compared to his, almost as if it were delicate in his. It's a stark contrast but it's one Peter finds some type of comfort in.

You plop down on a cushioned outdoor bench on the large balcony that overlooks Manhattan. You remember the first time you came over here and was in awe of the view. Harry gets to see it all the time, he's always grown up with views and luxury so he was so nonchalant basically "here's my balcony time for the next room" while you were just trying to absorb it all. Now, though, you still finds yourself a little captivated by the neon lights of it all but not as much.

Peter sits beside you, so close his thigh is touching yours and he almost moves but he sees a glint of a smile on your lips when he sits down. So, he stays close. He’s more fascinated by the view of you than the city. He sees it all the time from the tops of buildings, he’s always really liked the view from the Empire State Building. But he gets to see that all the time, so he enjoys the way the neon lights reflect off your skin with the warm glow against your hair from the window behind you.

"Thank you for coming." You say softly, your eyes still on the city, ignoring the couple making out on the other side of the balcony.

"Thanks for inviting me." Peter says, voice just as soft as yours.

"I didn't think you'd come, honestly. You didn't seem like you wanted to when I asked you." You chuckle softly.

"Oh, uh, no." Peter lies, he did not want to come but he's not going to tell you that. "I-I was just surprised since we'd just met...and stuff." Peter explains.

"Yeah," You huff. "It was a spur of the moment thing, I suppose." You look over at him and maybe it's the alcohol but you swears you'd never get tired of looking at Peter with neon lights painting pretty colors on Peter's pale skin like a watercolor painting. "You're cute, Peter Parker." You giggle.

Peter's cheeks burn with your words. "Yo-you think?" Peter chuckles a little more than maybe he should have.

"Yeah! You have pretty eyes and messy hair." You aren't drunk, just tipsy and when you get tipsy, you talk.

"You're pretty." Peter compliments back. Peter is tipsy and when Peter is tipsy, he just makes bad decisions.

"You think I'm pretty?" You wiggle your brows.

"Y-yeah! Of course, who wouldn't?" Peter chuckles, you scooting closer to him.

"You're not dating anyone?" You ask, head cocked to the left.

Peter shakes his head, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. "No."

"Good." You giggle as you lean into Peter, cupping his face gently with your hands and bringing his lips to yours.

Peter's eyes widen but only for a second and then he melts into you. His eyes flutter closed while his hands travel to your sides. Your tongue is between his teeth, Peter's mouth is moving hastily with yours as if desperate for this. He didn't realize just how touch-starved he'd been feeling until this moment. You make it all melt away, evaporate like steam from a boiling pot. His blood is hot and he wants you.

Peter tugs your sides, pulling you on top of him and you never miss a beat. Your mouth only disconnects for a second at a time while you straddle him, your hands on his neck. And this is the boy you’ve admired from afar, never knowing how to approach him or what to say if you did. Now, your mouth is in connection with his and it's a bit messy and you're both tipsy. It's not perfect but it feels warmer than you’ve felt in so long and it feels good.

Staggered breaths bounce between you as you become more eager and Peter's grip tightens around your hips, forgetting his strength and being too wrapped in the taste of you. You hum against his mouth as he bites your lip and his bones ache in the best way. Peter makes you feel like your skin is a firework display, booming and thundering with pretty colors. Sparkling and on fire. You never want to feel cold again, not with Peter under you.

In the haze of lust, neither of you are quite sure when you decided to make your way into the house and into a spare bedroom. You barely disconnected on your way through the house, paying no attention to the few eyes that landed on you on the way. Your sole focus is on each other and your desperation between you.

Is this is a bad decision on Peter's end? Probably given the whole unmasking Spider-Man complication. But, who is Peter Parker if not someone who makes bad decisions? And you feel so good with your hands pulling the collar of his flannel back with you onto the bed. It's worth the risk. You’re worth the risk, even in the heat of the lust.

Your fingers are tangled in his hair that holds remanence of cheap pomade. Everything is going so slow and a hundred miles per hour at the same time. It's like Peter's not even moving by his own accord, his body is just doing it as he hovers over you, his hand sliding up your dress and the hem of your matching underwear.

"Y-you sure?" Peter breaks away, his breath is airy and hot on your face.

"Yes." Your eyes are lust blown as you meet his stare for the first time since the session started and that's all the confirmation Peter needed before sliding a finger between your slit, eliciting a moan from you.

Peter's lips attach to your neck with the moan. You squirm in pleasure under his touch, calloused fingers working your core and bud until you feel the bubble building in your stomach, wanting to burst like bubble gum.

"Condom?" You ask in a hasty breath.

Peter pulls away, the disappointment evident on his face when he realizes he doesn't have one. He read once that leaving a condom in his wallet can damage it, so he never carried one unless he knew there was an actual chance. And that was definitely not the intent tonight, so he left the box of condoms untouched before leaving for the night.

"I got one." You laugh softly, scooting further up the bed to reach into the nightstand. "This is my room when I stay here, don't tell Harry. He'll steal them." You joke as you grab the square package, resting it on the top of the nightstand.

You sit up, pulling your dress over your head, leaving you exposed. Peter follows your lead. You try your best to hide your expression and it's not until now that you’re wondering if you’re actually completely drunk and your sense of reality is somehow warped. Peter is lanky and thin, you never thought he'd have abs like he does. It's a pleasant surprise and one you want to see over and over again like your favorite movie.

"W-what?" Peter asks with a nervous chuckle as he moves up the bed.

"Nothing." You shake your head, giving him a corned grim before closing the distance between you and bringing his lips to yours once more.

Peter reaches for the condom and gets it adjusted. His eyes are on yours and you see the eagerness in every pale brown speck that decorates his dark eyes. As Peter's hips press against you and he enters you, he notices just how pretty your eyes are and he wants to dive into them.

"Fuck." Peter's voice is thick like caramel and he dips his head into the crook of your neck.

His thrusts are slow at first, your hands feeling over his back, delicate fingers digging into him with every passing second. Your mouth is slightly open as his thrust speed up, small moans tumble from your lips. Peter takes it as encouragement as his head spins in pleasure. His name falls from your lips as the knot builds in your stomach and Peter swears it's like a symphony playing at the Apollo.

"Peter." You gasp, eyes screwed shut, silently begging for the knot to snap.

Is it the alcohol? Can't be because you’re almost always somewhat intoxicated when you sleep with someone. Is it just because Peter's cute? Can't be that either because you’ve had sex with other people who are cute. Does this feel like the best and most exhilarating sex you’ve ever had because Peter holds you tighter than anyone ever has? Because Peter knows exactly what to do without you ever having to ask him to speed up or go harder? Is it because he feels like he could blow up your life and something about that feels so good? You can't put your finger on it, but there's about the boy with brown eyes and a sleepy smile that makes you feel like he's more than the quiet boy he seems to be.

"Cum for me." His voice is husky in your ear and you can swear it's every reason that races through your head and you never want him to stop.

And like that, the knot snaps.

You call his name like a dirty poem and it pushes Peter right over the edge, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he groans. Peter pauses after you've both finished and there's a smile on your lip, pulling softly and sweetly as if you'd just had a fun conversation. And maybe that's what this was. A conversation of two bodies colliding together like meteors in the galaxies. And he adores the look on your face, kissing your nose.

Peter rolls off of you and as you’re looking at him, you have no idea the secrets his brown eyes hold. Or the secrets that are littered in the fading and healing scars in his bones. But you'd give anything to lay here with him forever and uncover those secrets in the way Paleontologists look for fossils. But sleep calls for the both of you as you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest.

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Marvel Cast x reader :

Send me requests and Prompts for this. I love getting asks! Mostly i write platonic fics, btw.I

Get popcorn - MCU cast x platonic!teen!reader

Never letting you babysit- Scarlett Johansson x gender neutral reader

Volunteer - MCU Cast x platonic!fem!reader

Head over heels - Sebastian stan x fem! Reader

Such Children- MCU cast x teen!reader ( part 2 for Get Popcorn)

Denial - MCU Cast x Reader

Surprise- MCU Cast x Reader

I am so sorry- MCU Cast x Teen!Reader

Always be there - RDJ x Teen Daughter Reader

Who is she? - MCU Cast x kpop! Reader

Not a Good Feeling - MCU Cast x Reader (Part 2 of Surprise)

The Clown - MCU Cast x Kpop! Reader ( Part 2 of Who is she)

We Goof A lot - Tom Hiddleston x platonic! reader

Improv - MCU Cast x Hearing loss! Reader

Ballet - MCU Cast x Teen!Reader

Overwhelmed - MCU Cast x Reader

Quiet but Beautiful - Florence Pugh x Mute!Reader

PR? - Holland Brothers x Teen!Reader

Genius - MCU Cast x HOH Reader

Volunteer Part 2 - MCU Cast x F!Reader

Avengers:

See you again - Yelena Belova x Reader/ Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Fight me - Yelena Belova x Reader

First date - Yelena Belova x Reader 

Upside Down - Yelena Belova x Reader

She loved us - Natasha Romanoff x Reader/ Yelena Belova x Platonic!reader

Promise - Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belove x Sister!Reader

Dye Day - Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader

Safe - Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova (Platonic)

Welcome to the Family - Natasha x Yelena x Sister! reader/ Peter Parker x reader

Tiger - Natasha x Yelena x Sibling!Reader

Why - Natasha x Yelena x Sibling!Reader

Just the way it is - Avengers x Teen!Reader

Hermione x Reader 

Headcannon- Hermione x ADHD reader

Monster High

Going All Out - Cleo x Frankie

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Who i write for ( and ground rules)

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I saw @spideyspeaches do this and I wanted to do it, too so here we are lol

Tag as many people as there are wips AND you guys get to send an ask about whichever is intriguing to you!!

To Be Human (Stiles Stilinski x OC)

Season 3 is angst like literally start to finish

Exert: “Wouldn’t you wanna know?”

“I don’t know! Maybe. But, Scott, do you know how fucking horrible, how cruel it is to say goodbye to someone every single time you see them? How fucking painful it is? I did that and it’s….yes it’s great I got to say goodbye to my mom on several occasions. Every time she was lucid, it was like a final goodbye. Over and over and over and over again. It never got easier and yeah maybe it helped a little when she did die but….it was torturous. Do you want to put her and everyone else though that?”

Hamartia (Dark Peter Parker x Reader)

Exert: You shake your head in disbelief and annoyance and heartbreak and betrayal and every emotion in between. “You were gonna leave me there and I took a bullet out of you and then I had to burn you.” You swallow, your chin quivering as you grit your teeth. “I’m going the fuck home.”

A lump forms in Peter’s throat. “Wait.” 

“No!” You yell. “God, I have been trying to get you to talk to me for a year.” Your eyes water and you hate yourself for it. “And now that I’m pissed at you, really, really pissed off and I saved your fucking life and you took a bullet for me, now you want me to stay? After this? I am done. I–” You stop yourself to breathe, trying to keep the tears in and Peter can only watch, trying to hold back his own. “I can’t do it. I…” A dry laugh leaves your throat as a single tear falls down your cheek. “I do care about you, a lot but we both could have died and-” You rub her nose, still not fully looking at Peter. “I can’t lose you, Pete.” Your eyes finally meet Peter’s and he gets a good look at just how red and irritated they are from crying.

"P-please, can you–”

“I got the bullet. It’s there on the table and I cleaned you up. I’ll wash your clothes and give them to Ned to give to you. You’re gonna be fine. You’ll heal in like two or three days.” 

“I won’t.” Peter says, no stutter, no break. Simple but raw.

The First Punch (Boxer!Tom x Boxer!Reader)

Exert: “Well, I…I just want to feel like I’m somebody to someone, that’s it. I want to be someone’s someone, someone’s person. If you see me riding the L, I’m just someone on a train. A no one, but I wanna be somebody. It doesn’t have to be anyone big or anything, just somebody to someone.”

Even the seemingly most confident people still want to be somebody.

Tom moves his hand to cup your cheek and his eyes lock with yours. “You’re not just someone sitting on the L to me. You’re somebody to me.”

Copacetic (Evan “Buck” Buckley x OC)

Exert: “You’re not expendable. I would miss you a lot if something ever happened. I was...I was so scared today watching the news. I just…..I knew you wouldn’t be okay and I just…” Maizie looks away and it’s like she wants the world to stop so she can properly explain to him what’s’ going on in her head but she doesn’t know how to make the world stop. “I don’t know. I miss you, too, Buck. And….I do love you.”

“You never told me.” Buck says.

“I was scared that if I told you, it would make it real.”

Saving Grace (John Murphy x OC)

I don’t have much of this fic written tbh lol

Exert: “Hey.” Murphy says, voice weak.

“Well, good to know you’re alive.” Alanna says.

“Least someone is.” Murphy quirks a half smirk as best as  he can muster. “What’d you do to get stuck with watching me?”

“Murder, probably.” Alanna rolls her eyes. “I offered, though.”

“Why?” Murphy scoffs.

Alanna shrugs. “Guess I enjoy your annoyance.”

Pretense (College!Peter Parker x HOH!Reader)

Exert: “Peter?” Your eyes narrow at Spider-Man, wondering if you’ve just completely lost your mind or if Spider-Man really is this quiet mess of a boy you’ve been seeing.

“W-what? I’m not Peter.” He says too quickly.

“Peter!” You yell, now feeling almost betrayed that he didn’t tell you. It was the quiver in his voice that gave him away.

Peter quickly rushes you into the nearby alley, telling you to be quiet.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You question, your voice demanding.

“Shhhh.” Peter hushes. “I’ll explain later, okay?”

“It is you! I’ve been....I work JJ! You know----that’s why....” You stutter piecing together why, after you met Peter, suddenly you’ve getting this pictures of Spider-Man no one else has been managing to get. “You...lied to me.”

You’ll Forget Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

No Way Home spoilers so I won’t say anything but it’s two parts and part two will come when I feel better!! lol It’s almost done!!

The Lucky Ones (Tom Holland x Reader)

I’m not saying anything about this but if you read Forever and liked it, I think you’ll like this one a lot. It has a lot less angst and is more rom-commy (will be posting when I finish Hamartia and The First Punch)

Star-Crossed (Peter Parker x Reader)

Also No Way Home spoilers but it’s a soulmate short series (from what I have outlined so far) it’s gonna be angsty 

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