#peter parker fluffy fic

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter's Valentine's Day breakfast attempt fails, but love and laughter make the day perfect.

You woke to the sharp, blaring sound of the fire alarm, its shrill ring cutting through your peaceful sleep. Groaning, you flung the blanket off and rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. The smell of something burned wafted into the bedroom, the unmistakable scent of disaster brewing in the kitchen.

Stumbling out of bed, you made your way to the source of the chaos. As you turned the corner into the kitchen, the sight that greeted you was nothing short of a mess.

Peter stood in front of the stove, frantically waving a towel at the smoke billowing from a frying pan. His hair was disheveled, cheeks flushed, and he looked utterly panicked. Burnt pancakes—if you could even call them that—sat in the pan, a blackened mess.

The fire alarm continued to blare overhead, adding to the pandemonium, and you couldn’t help but sigh. "Peter," you mumbled, voice still groggy with sleep. "You know you can’t cook. Why do you always test the fire alarm?"

He whipped around at the sound of your voice, eyes wide with guilt. "I was trying to make you breakfast in bed!" He exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "It’s Valentine’s Day, and I thought—I don’t know, I thought I could do something nice for you."

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips despite the scene before you. Peter’s heart was always in the right place, even if his culinary skills were... well, nonexistent. Crossing the room, you stood on your toes and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet, but I’ve told you before—you’re a menace in the kitchen.”

He huffed, finally managing to turn off the stove and silence the fire alarm with a quick thwip of webbing to the button. The silence that followed was almost deafening, the smell of charred pancakes still hanging heavy in the air. “I just wanted to make you something special,” he muttered, looking down at the ground like a chastised child.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You already are special,” you reassured him softly. “You don’t need to cook to prove that.”

He glanced down at you, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Still, it was supposed to be this whole cute thing. You wake up to breakfast, and we eat together, and then, you know… more Valentine’s Day stuff.”

You chuckled at his sheepish tone, pulling back to look up at him. “We can still do all that,” you said, brushing some ash off his cheek. “Minus the pancakes, maybe.”

Peter groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “I just really wanted to make today perfect for you.”

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. “Who says it’s not perfect? I woke up to the love of my life attempting to cook for me—granted, nearly burning down the kitchen in the process—but it’s still pretty adorable.”

He let out a soft laugh, his arms sliding around you, pulling you closer. “Adorable, huh? That’s one way to describe this disaster.”

You grinned, standing on your toes again to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I mean it. You don’t have to try so hard, Peter. Every day with you is already more than I could ask for.”

His expression softened, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, lovestruck gaze. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“And you’re a giant sap,” you teased, pulling away to grab the spatula from his hand. “Now, let’s see what we can salvage.”

The two of you worked together to clear the mess, Peter mumbling apologies under his breath every now and then as he helped you toss the ruined pancakes in the trash. You decided to keep it simple after that—a few scrambled eggs and some toast. Nothing fancy, but at least nothing would end up in flames.

As you stood side by side at the stove, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I guess breakfast in bed is a no-go, huh?”

You leaned back into him, the familiar warmth of his body comforting. “We can still eat in bed,” you suggested with a smile. “Just… maybe without the burnt pancakes.”

He hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Deal.”

Once the food was ready, you both piled everything onto a tray and made your way back to the bedroom. It wasn’t the elaborate breakfast Peter had envisioned, but as you sat together under the covers, laughing and feeding each other bites of eggs and toast, it was perfect in its own way.

Peter was still a little bummed about his failed attempt, but you could tell his spirits were lifting with each passing moment. You reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t about the big gestures,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “It’s about spending time with the person you love. And I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone but you.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips, his voice full of warmth and affection.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.

As the two of you lay there, tangled together in the sheets with the remnants of your makeshift breakfast beside you, you realized that even the smallest, most imperfect moments could be perfect—because you were with him.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[underoospeterparker]

peter distracting his princess while shes trying to study for an exam. needy peter basically

i think this is for peter sutherland but i thought it would fit peter parker too so you can read it for either <3

"baby," peter whined softly, turning your chair to face him. "you've been studying for ages. can we cuddle?"

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "are you four?" you asked, half joking and half serious.

he pouted. he literally pouted and you burst out laughing; a loud, wheezing one that made your boyfriend's face brighten.

"just a little longer. please?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he finally relented.

"fine," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "come outside in 20 minutes."

an hour later, your boyfriend slammed open the door again. you pretended like you didn't notice peter glaring at you from across the room, and you stayed silent until he gave up.

he closed your laptop lid with so much force you thought it would break. "have you seen the time?" he asked you angrily.

you lifted your eyes from your closed laptop to his face, eyes slightly watering. at this, his entire demeanour shifted, face softening and eyebrows creasing, a look of worry prominent on his face. "what's wrong?" he asked, panicked. "did i do something? sweetheart, i-"

your face betrayed you, lips curling into a smile at his concern even though nothing had happened. your giggles turned to screams as peter picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"peter!" you shrieked, still laughing. "what are you doing?"

"kidnapping you," he grinned. "you've been studying for so long, i think you've gone a bit mental."

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002: you come around, and the armor falls.

a/n; this took longer than i expected, but here we are! part two of this series. i really hope you all enjoy this one. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

it had been two weeks since your fight with spiderman. two weeks. you hadn't ever gone that long without seeing him since you met him. throughout those two weeks, you began to worry about him. when you met the masked man, he seemed to calm you down. your normal anxiety ticks weren't as bad, your university grades were improving, and somehow, someone you didn't even know, had such an impact on your life.

having grown out of your usual sort of habit, when you heard tapping on your window, you were startled. after groggily rising from your warm bed, you shuffle across the room to the window, pulling back the curtains and unlocking the latch to let in the crisp air. as you peer through the open window, you spot spiderman there, his face obscured by his protective mask, yet his presence palpable as he patiently awaits permission to enter, his silent gesture speaking volumes of your shared understanding that the tension from your previous fight was still there.

despite harboring some frustration with him, you relent and grant him entry, realizing that your friendship transcends momentary disagreements, and his presence outweighs any temporary grievances. "what're you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

he moves his hands to his mask and pulls it over his head—your jaw drops. "i'm really sorry about snapping at you. i know you can handle yourself, and i shouldn't have doubted that." he apologizes, and when he sees your confused face, he continues, "my name is peter parker, and i would really like you to let me take you out on a date."

you don't respond, just step forward and fling your arms around his neck, "thank you," you say, your hands playing with the locks of hair at his neck.

peter chuckles, "for what?"

"trusting me."

as you embrace peter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. the tension that had been building between you since your disagreement dissipates in the warmth of the moment. you pull back slightly, looking into his masked eyes with a soft smile.

"i appreciate your apology, peter," you say, your voice sincere. "and i accept it. i understand why you reacted the way you did, but i'm glad we can move past it."

peter returns your smile, his eyes crinkling. "i'm glad too. i hate knowing that i upset you."

you shake your head, stepping back to give him some space. "it's okay, really. we're both still figuring this out."

he nods, his expression turning more serious. "yeah, we are. but I know one thing for sure—i want to get to know you better."

a warmth spreads through your chest at his words. despite the chaos of his double life as spiderman and your own everyday struggles, he still wants to make time for you. it's both exhilarating and reassuring.

"i'd like that," you reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "i'd like that a lot."

peter's smile brightens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "great. how about we start with that date? just you, me, and no crime-fighting distractions."

you chuckle, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the prospect of spending time together without the looming threat of danger. "that sounds perfect."

"good," peter says, his voice warm and genuine. "i'll make sure it's something special."

as you stand there, gazing into peter's eyes, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, you know that whatever comes your way, you'll face it together. with a newfound sense of determination and hope, you take peter's hand, ready to embark on this new chapter of your relationship.

[wolvisms]

if peter parker had a cat it’d be called twiggy. if he had a dog it’d be called chewbacca

[backtothefanfiction]

Oh I am so in love with him 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

For your 3k celebration: pregnancy reveal with dilf peter 👀

Here have some girl dad DILF Peter fluff

You felt a small hand tug on your dress. You looked away from the dishes you were washing, to find your daughter looking up at you.

"What's up Sophie?" You asked. Her brown eyes were wide, a smile on her face.

Sophie pointed to the door, "Daddy!"

You grinned, "Is Daddy about to come home?"

Your toddler nodded her head. Peter claimed it was the inherited "Spidey sense" that alerted her when he was about to walk in the door.

"You want to greet Daddy? Show him your new shirt?" Sophie nodded her head.

A smile spread across your face as you watched Sophie run to the door. Her little feet were rocking back and forth as her body wiggled in excitement.

The door opened, your husband stepping in. No matter what kind of the day it had been, Peter's eyes always lit up when he saw Sophie. The smile that adorned his face upon laying eyes on her made your heart flutter, no matter how many times you saw it.

"Hey there mamaleh!" Peter quickly put his bag on the coat hook, crouching down so he was closer to eye level with Sophie (as close as one can be with a toddler).

"Daddy!" Sophie shrieked, running up to Peter. She was quickly engulfed by Peter's arms.

You leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. Despite being an everyday occurrence, the scene never failed to make you smile.

As Peter kissed the top of Sophie's head, his eyes met yours.

"Daddy! Look!" Sophie tugged on the collar of Peter's shirt. He looked down to find Sophie pointing to her shirt.

"Oh that's new," Peter's voice trailed off as he began to read Sophie's shirt. His eyes widened and you could see them scan the text on the shirt again. And again.

"Bug?" Your eyes perked up at your nickname, a sly smile slowly creeping across your face.

"Yes Peter?"

"Why does Sophie shirt say 'promoted to big sister'?" Peter took a step towards you, still holding Sophie in his hands.

You giggled, leaning over so you were at eye level with your daughter, "Wanna tell Daddy?"

Sophie pointed to your stomach, "Mamma has a baby!"

"What?" Peter's voice was breathless. You didn't think his eyes could get any wider. The wheels were turning in his brain, connecting the dots. You could see in his eyes realization sweeping through him.

"Really?" He asked, looking at your stomach and then back to you.

You nodded your head, "I'm eight weeks. Doctor confirmed it today."

A joyful yelp escaped Peter's lips as wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

You couldn't help but laugh into the kiss. Sophie giggled at the sight.

"I love you," Peter whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," You responded back, breaking away to press a kiss against your daughter's forehead, "And I love you!"

"You're gonna be a big sister Sophie girl!" Peter exclaimed, bouncing Sophie against his hip.

Sophie giggled, "I know Daddy!"

"You know?!" Peter asked, feigning shock to elicit another giggle from her, "Well Daddy didn't know!"

"Had to wait until the shirt arrived," You confessed. Keeping this a secret had been hard. You hadn't told Sophie until today when the shirt arrived. After all, toddlers didn't really understand the meaning of secrets.

Peter put Sophie down, engulfing you in a proper hug this time.

"You happy?" You asked before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"Overjoyed. We're about to have another little spider!"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "Please stop calling our children that." Peter flashed that boyish grin, the one that made you fall head over heels in love with him all those years ago.

"Sophie doesn't mind, do ya Soph?" Sophie laughed as she clung to Peter's leg.

"Nope!"

[yourlocalaulibrary]

Fluffy Peter Parker

Fics where I just get the vibe that Peter is cute and cuddly and would enjoy hugging. Some may have Peter as a background character but this still applies. All found on AO3, bon appetit: A Different Kind of Mask by aloneintherain:

A Peter and Matt Murdock crossover where Peter is an adorable little nerd

from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh:

Also known as: Peter Parker and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing:

Tony may think Peter is a little sh*t, but he's Tony's little sh*t.

He's Mr. Perfectly Fine by howls_library:

Peter needs to form the Young Avengers, but they all need a father figure and he's fatherless. He's practically a baby, send help.

Always Glad You Came by aloneintherain:

Mutual pining between Johnny Storm and Peter Parker. Please just kiss already.

Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) by erinwantstowrite:

A Peter Parker meets the Batfam AU. Walls up Peter Parker meets wrecking ball Dick Grayson.

field trips and lab days by bundibird:

Peter learns what it means to be the center of attention

Birds of a Feather by howls_library:

Another Peter meets the Batfam au, but Peter is an emotional wreck and Dick just really wants to be there for him.

[writtenbymoonflower]

hii! this is my first time requesting ever so i hope im doing this right 😫

could i request a tasm!peter smut fic where the reader has never had an orgasm? they’ve tried before, so they’re not necessarily innocent, but it’s just never happened. peter then helps reader orgasm for the first time and it’s just overall very fluffy :) fem reader please!

thank you!! i love your writing!!!!

thank you for requesting hunny! you did it exactly right. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

cw: detailed smut, fingering, trope of experienced guy, inexperienced girl, swearing

1k words

The turn the afternoon had taken was definitely unexpected, but certainly more than welcome. Peter had initially invited you over to study, but you had gotten distracted. Now your books had been clumsily flung off the bed long forgotten and abandoned for better things. You laid upon rumpled covers, Peter tugging impatiently at the neckline of your top as he kissed you. You arched up into him, pulling him as close as physically possible. His mouth met the fingers of one hand at your collarbone, the other gripped your waist, nudging the fabric away to touch your skin. 

“This okay, baby?” Peter held himself above you, scanning your face for any traces of what you were feeling. 

“Yes please.” You said, a little too enthusiastically for your tastes. You checked his face for any evidence of discomfort. “Are you okay with this?” 

He was grinning at you now, eyes full of affection. “Yes, I am okay with this.” His tone implied that it was far more than just “okay”. That was further confirmed when his hips slotted into yours and you felt the full evidence of his desire. Your shirt and pants were soon discarded and his your boyfriend’s hands were eagerly exploring every inch of newly-exposed warm skin. He pulled away briefly to remove his own shirt, but the second the material was gone he was on you again, greedy and excited. As he mouthed at your neck his fingers were trailing down your torso, leaving the nerves hypersensitive in his wake. They slipped into the waistband on your panties, lighting your skin on fire.

“Can I touch you here, sweet girl?” He whispered into your neck, his thumb pressing over the damp center of your underwear. You nodded fervently, mumbling affirmatives. You felt him smile against your collarbone as he tugged your panties off, not caring where they landed. You relaxed your legs as he opened them slightly, trailing his long fingers teasingly up your thighs as he got closer and closer to the apex. Just before giving into your wants, he moved them away, chuckling mischievously at your frustration. 

“Please, Pete.” You grabbed his wrist moving him closer to your core. He grinned against your neck as he obliged you, fingers trailing up and down your slit a few times before settling at your clit. You let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed you in light circles, slowly winding you up. 

“Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He questioned. 

“Yes.” You answered, even though you knew it was rhetorical. You gently pulled his head up to be level with yours. “Kiss me please?” 

He did so without any teasing or games. His mouth was sweet and gentle on your lips, even as he moved them down to your jaw and ear, letting your soft moans slip freely from your lips. As you got more worked up his fingers became more determined, letting two slide to your opening as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb. Peter circled your entrance, awaiting your pleased reaction before they slipped inside of you, searching for the spot on your front wall he hoped would make you fall apart. He quickly found it.

“Oh shit.” You choked, letting your head fall back further against the pillows. It only took a few more seconds of his fingers and thumb working you for your hips to start bucking. There was an unfamiliar heat building in your belly. Usually by now, sex would be almost over. Or, if you were on your own you would’ve given up before even starting. 

Peter sat up a little as his other hand held you in place. He looked too pleased with himself at your reactions. Your whole body started building up and you panicked. 

“Oh my god. What’s happening?” You were squirming even as he held you down. He immediately slowed his movements.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking you over. 

“It feels weird, like in my- my stomach. I don’t know what’s happening.” You scrambled breathlessly. He looked in realization, immediately doubling his actions. He cooed at your jolting. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax, let it out. I’ve got you, you’re alright.” You loosened, deciding to let the feeling take hold. And take hold it did, you would’ve lept off the bed if his free hand wasn’t pressing firmly into your pelvis. Your body wound tighter and tighter until it all fell apart, pleasurable spasms flowing through your jelly limbs as you gasped and squeezed Peter's arms and shoulders. Electric warmth fizzled through you as your eyes grew heavy. Peter slowed his movements, muttering praises and affirmatives as you came down from your high. 

“Thank you.” You said as you caught your breath. You sat up and pulled him closer, desperately wanting closeness and feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t get it. He chuckled at your rare display of neediness. 

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kissed your cheek, holding you close. He waited a few seconds before rolling onto his side, looking at your face. “You feeling okay?” 

“I feel really good.” You sighed, melting into the sheets. You reached your his hand, stroking your thumb over the prominent veins in his wrist. You laid there in silence for a short while before he spoke up, skepticism lilting his voice.

“So like, you said that you’ve had sex before, right?” His tone was curious as he was still pawing at your hair and chest affectionately. 

“Yeah? Why?” 

“Have you never, like, cum before?” He seemed confused. You choked out a surprised laugh. 

“I thought I had.” You said, winded. "Is it supposed to be like that every time?"

He laughed, smoothing your hair away from your face. "I don't know, babe. I’m pretty sure it is." He looked equal parts smug and affectionate.

"Well it's never been like that before.” You said, wistfully. A smile soon returned. “That felt really good, Pete.”

He laughed, clearly endeared by your longing tone. “Well I would hope so.” He eyed you, scheming. “I bet it could be better though.”

You looked at him wide eyed, nervousness and anticipation building in your core again. “Really?”

He loomed over you again, lips finding your ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”

[moonymarvel]

Exams (oneshot/mcu peter)

🂱︎ pairing: mcu peter parker x female reader

🂱︎ synopsis: Peter gets caught up studying for his exams.

🂱︎ genres: established relationship, fluff

🂱 warnings: none :) for my first fic I thought I'd keep it nice and fluffy

🂱 notes: my first fic on here! I've posted this ages ago on Wattpad (ew) but I think it deserves to be put up on here too :)

The door to Peter's bedroom creaks open as it reveals dozens of papers all over the floor, pencils scattered across his desk, a calculator for some reason webbed to the wall, but no Peter in sight.

You balanced the plate of newly baked cookies on one hand as you made his way across his room, using your other arm to balance yourself as you looked down on the floor trying not to step all over his notes.

"Peter?" You called out.

There was no answer but the sudden sound of a keyboard clicking from behind you. Nope, not from behind, on top of you.

You take a cookie and reach your arm up to the ceiling, and feel his hand touch yours and steal the cookie away.

"Are you gonna come down?" You asked finally looking up at your boyfriend, sitting cross legged on the ceiling, typing away on his laptop.

"Sorry darling, give me a second." He replied biting into the cookie, a few crumbs falling on your shoulder.

You brushed the crumbs of the hoodie of his you were wearing, and checked the time on your phone. It reads 6:12pm.

"I texted you I was on my way here, did you get the message?"

"Er--" He says pulling his phone out of his pocket, to see your message pop up on the screen.

"I guess I did, sorry, been preoccupied." He replies, absentmindedly putting his phone down (on the ceiling) only to have it fall down to you, with your reflexes quick enough to catch it before it made contact with the ground.

"You should get down here soon. Your head looks like it's ready to pop like a balloon." His head did in fact not look like it was about to pop, due to his spider-powers that allowed for him to comfortably remain upside down. You did however want to stress that it was about time he give himself a break. You make your way to his bed, putting his phone down on his side table.

"mhmm, in a minute. I think better up here. Maybe it has something to do with the blood flow to my brain or the lack of distractions on my ceiling." He replies still not having looked at you properly once since you got here.

"Peter?"

"Yes y/n." He replies

"What time do you think it is?" You add.

"Uh, 4:00." He replies.

"Wrong, it's almost 6:15 so I think it's about time you head back down here and let gravity do its job."

He finally looked at you, his brown hair falling every which way.

He sighs, and closes his laptop. You make your way under him once again, catching his laptop as he let it fall to your hands. He followed suit and jumped down, coming nose to nose distance to you.

"Hi." 

"Hi."

He lands a quick kiss on your nose. He stumbles, tripping over some pencils scattered around the floor.

"Falling for me are ya?" you tease.

"always." he replies.

You make your way to his bed, and he settles his pretty little head to rest on your stomach, your hands lacing around his brown curls.

"Ooft, should have probably come down sooner." He says suddenly breaking the peaceful silence.

"I figured, you were up there for like 2 hours?." You replied.

"4."

"4 what?" You asked

"I started at 2, I've been up there for 4 hours."

"PETER!"

"What? Like I said, I focus better up there."

"You have to take better care of yourself! Have you even had a drink of water since then?" You asked

"Uh, no..."

"Let me get you a glass then--"

"It's fine I'll get one myself." He replies getting off you. He reaches the door and turns the knob when the sound of the metal crunching under his hand bring your attention to him.

He releases the knob, only to find it crumpled like a piece of paper.

"Sorry, er... It happens when I'm tired and forget to control my strength." He adds shyly before exiting the room.

"you web-head." you reply. He chuckles and exits the room. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to check out what Peter's been working so hard on. 'Ew, calculus.' you think to yourself as you flip through his notes.

You hear Peter enter the room behind you, and he sets his glass down and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his chest against your back.

"Ew, calculus right." he says, you chuckle lightly under your breath.

"my brain hurts." he hums into your hair.

"haha, I can tell." you reply going through one of the equations he couldn't seem to finish.

"mhmm" he replies tiredly, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo.

"one of these pythagorean conjugates is wrong." you add suddenly.

"hm? No, I triple checked that." Peter replies.

"Nuh uh, you might've just read it wrong but this is meant to be cosine not cotangent." You add lifting up the paper to his eye line and pointing out his careless mistake.

"No. NO WAY!" He says pulling away from you and snatching the paper out of your hand.

"I KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WASN'T RIGHT!" He adds, one hand almost crumpling the paper and the other pulling at his already disheveled curls.

"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think, bug-boy." you reply laughing at his distressed state.

"No, I just have a genius girlfriend!" He drops the paper and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Your laughter fills the room and that would've been enough to light up Peter's whole world. He set you down slowly and covered your face with soft kisses, leaving your mouth for last.

"Thank you." He adds, his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Not a problem my spider-man."

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Ahhhhh this is so cute.

The Peace Treat-y (Comes with Sprinkles)

Based on this prompt by @novelbear :

A and B are always taking eachothers snack/lunch in the teachers lounge to piss the other off. But on A's birthday, instead of finding a missing lunch, they find a small cupcake with a note...

A/N: I didn’t follow the prompt exactly to the T but nevertheless it’s the same concept with minor changes.

I also might turn this into a mini series? Nothing’s set in stone, but they’re idiots in love and their story must be told (I’m obsessed with them and all the ideas I have knocking around in my head for future parts/blurbs).

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“Good morning,” you say, offering Peter a smile almost as warm as the coffee in your mug as you pass each other in the hallway between your classrooms, finding it a bit odd when he neither returns nor acknowledges your greeting.

You didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to it just being one of those mornings and focusing on using the fifteen minutes you had to prep for today’s lesson before the students from your first period started trickling in. That is until Peter appears in your doorway, a frustrated expression on his face, “You know I didn’t mind you using my coffee creamer before but using the last of it and leaving the empty bottle in the fridge is a sucky move.” 

His accusation perplexed you, “I haven’t been using your coffee creamer.” 

“Well, someone has been and if I had to point a finger, it would be at the person who’s as sweet as vinegar without a cup of coffee in the morning.” 

“What a lovely way to describe yourself,” you deadpan, as you wipe away yesterday’s date, “But seriously, I haven’t been using your creamer…you get french vanilla, I use the caramel one.”

He squints his eyes at you, “I don’t believe you.” 

“You don’t have to, it's the truth…now be a doll and hand me the purple marker.” You say, stretching your hand out to him. 

He huffs and reluctantly does as you ask, “I dunno, there was something rather mischievous about your smile this morning...I might have to get you back for this, L/n.”

“I’m gonna call your bluff on that.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk as he speaks, “Oh, but I’m not bluffing, sweetheart.” 

“Don’t start a war you can win, Parker.” You advise as he turns and walks across the hall to his room. “I don’t plan on losing,” he calls from out over his shoulder. 

—

“I can’t believe he did that!!” You say, holding the door of the teacher’s lounge open for MJ to walk in with one hand, and waving to Johnny sitting at one of the tables with Peter, his back turned to you, with the other. “Who are you guys talking about?” He questions.

“Jesse Newman,” MJ answers, taking a seat beside him. 

Johnny sits up at the mention of the student’s name, “I didn't know you had him, he’s been misbehaving in your class too?” 

“More than misbehaving, he destroyed a bunch of art supplies today.” 

“Yikes! You called his house?” Peter asks.

“No, his guidance counselor probably will though, he’s been disruptive since school started, I’ve talked to him one one-on-one and then his mom when that didn’t work but she just snapped at me for wasting her time and told me that if I was a good teacher I’d be able to handle it. So now it’s Miller’s problem.” 

“It’s insane when you realize who his older brothers are,” you chime in, opening the cabinet in search of the pack of cookies you stashed in there. 

You see MJ furrow her brows out your periphery, “Wait, who are his brothers?”

“The twins,” you state, “They’re in my honors class this year, total saints…hey, have you guys seen my–” you stop speaking when you look towards the table and catch a glimpse of the yellow and brown packaging in Peter’s lap, “You stole my fudge stripes!”

“What? No, I didn’t.” 

You stare at him blankly before moving closer to the table, gesturing towards the sticky note with your name on it attached to the bag, “A thief and a liar…how do you sleep at night?” 

He bites back a smile, “Usually on my side, sometimes on my back but–” Johnny stifles a laugh, amused at the scene unfolding before him. 

“Peter,” There was a sternness to your voice as you cut him off.  

He shrugs, “I told you I was going to get you back, I don’t know why you’re so surprised.” 

“I didn’t think you were serious!” 

“Well, whose fault is that?” 

Your lips fall into a frown, “Yours! I get why you’d be ticked off, no one likes their things getting taken or used without their permission, but suffering an injustice doesn’t make it okay to commit one. Especially after I literally told you I didn’t use the last of your coffee creamer.” 

Peter opens his mouth to speak but freezes under the watch of your glaring eyes, “You’ve made an enemy out of me today, Parker.” 

You clear your throat and shift your gaze to MJ and Johnny, “I’m gonna run to the corner store, you two want anything?” You wait for their response, only nodding your head and moving towards the door after they both reply with a no, not even bothering to spare Peter a glance.

“I’m so glad I’m not Peter right now,” Johnny whispers to MJ. 

“Me too,” she whispers back as the door shuts. 

“I didn’t mean to make her that upset,” Peter confesses.

“Seems like you did though, you literally just said you wanted to get her back,” Johnny says

“I know but it was supposed to be in a playful– dickish way like normal.”

“Well you were certainly dickish, but I do think her reaction would have been different if she didn’t forget her lunch this morning and now she’s leaving to buy something which she was trying to avoid ‘cause she wanted to use her lunch to grade assignments. Those cookies were supposed to get her through the rest of the day,” MJ tells him. 

“Oh,” Peter frowns, “I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have– do you think she left already? I could run to the store for her so she can stay.”

A look that Peter can't quite read is exchanged between MJ and Johnny, “Maybe you should just leave her alone for right now,” Johnny suggests. 

MJ nods her head in agreement. 

—

Peter didn’t see you after lunch, not when the door to your classroom was closed for the remainder of the day, only opening for the influx of students entering at the beginning of each period and then again when they were leaving.

The thought of knocking crosses his mind but with no olive branch to extend, the possibility of interrupting your class as you taught, and the words of his friends replaying through his head, he decides against it. 

It wasn’t until an hour after dismissal that Peter would see you again. 

“You and those goddamn pen clicks,” Your voice pulls his attention anyway from the papers on his desk and over to you standing just outside his door. “You heading out?” He asked, standing up from his chair.

“Yeah, I saw you working and figured I’d say goodbye before I left.” 

Peter nods and starts to pack up his things, “I was also about to leave…if you give me a second we could walk to the subway together.” 

You shake your head, seeing right through him, “Are you even done with your work? You don’t have to stop just cause I’m leaving.” 

“No, I’m done. Lemme lock up and we can go,” he tells you as he slips his arms through the straps of his backpack. 

You step aside as he approaches you, “How come you’re here so late? You never stay later than you need to,” you ask him. 

“Neither do you. So how come you’re here so late?” He replied, using his key to lock the door from the outside.

“Answering my question by asking the same question is a bit childish, don't you think?”  

“Maybe but not answering my question about your question about you doing the same thing is a bit unfair isn't it?” He says, motioning his head to the side for you to follow him as he starts to walk down the hall towards the staircase. 

Despite the look of fatigue on your face, the ends of your mouth upturn at him as begin to trail two paces behind him, “Seems pretty fair to me.”

Silence fills the air as you two walk down the stairs to the first floor and leave out the main entrance. You could feel Peter’s eyes continuously scan your face as the two of you strolled down the block. 

“You know you didn’t have to wait for me right?” You say to him as you near the entrance of the subway. 

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks down at his shoes, “We’ve walked to the train stop together since last year…I didn’t want that to change after I upset you early, which I’m sorry for. MJ told me about you forgetting your lunch and I swear if I knew I wouldn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it.” 

He tilts his head at you, “I’m forgiven just like that?” 

You take a few steps down before turning back to look at him, “I never said anything about forgiveness, I said not to worry about it.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him before hurrying down the steps and disappearing out of sight.

Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around your words, refusing to believe it was that simple, you weren’t that simple. He was almost certain there was more to it than you were letting up, he just didn’t know what. 

That was until the very next day during his prep period, when he made a quick run down to the teacher’s lounge in a desperate need for a cup of coffee that everything became clear.

He was pouring sugar into his mug when he thought about the mini muffins he bought earlier this morning and how nicely they’d pair with his coffee, but when he opened the cupboard to reach for them they had vanished from their spot, in its place a slip of paper that read, “your move.” 

—

Peter knew exactly what your little note meant, but if he had known that retaliating would create a rift in your friendship he would have just called it even. 

It wasn’t like there was any bad blood between the two of you, far from it actually, what started as a slightly negative interaction became a stupid little game for the both of you. 

But lately, that’s all your friendship was, the two of you playing a game, and he hated it. 

“I don’t know, it’s just different now. Not in a bad way but I just—I just miss her, we barely talk anymore, it feels stupid saying it out loud but I miss how things were before,” Peter says to May as he pushes the shopping cart down the frozen foods aisle.  

“Why don’t you just tell her that?” May asks, putting a pint of vanilla ice cream into her own cart. 

A sigh escapes his mouth, “It’s just—I don’t want to ruin the fun back and forth thing we have going on.”  

“Saying something isn’t going to ruin whatever it is you two have going on, it’ll probably make things better since you clearly have a crush on her.” 

“Crush? Who said anything about having a crush?” He asks, taken back by what she just said.

“You’re kidding, right? You literally just told me you miss her, you miss someone you see basically every day. Who the hell says that about someone who's just a coworker?”

“Plenty of people—” he starts but May quickly cuts him off, “You bring her up at least twice whenever we talk, the first thing you did when we got here is head straight for the snack aisle to get those cookies she likes, something you’ve done for the past two grocery store trips might I add.” 

“I see what you’re saying but—”

“You keep all the little notes she leaves you,” she adds, shutting Peter up.

She stares at him as he breathes in deeply and exhales, “Okay so maybe I do have a crush on her but there’s no way I can tell her that, it’s not professional.” 

“And having a snack war is?” 

“Well—”

“Well, nothing. Man up and tell her how you feel, about the snack thing at least.” 

—

Your eyebrows knitted together as you caught a glimpse of Peter in his lab coat darting across the hall from your room back to his. 

You could practically feel the confusion coursing through your body as you neared your classroom, raking your brain for any idea of what he could possibly be up to but ultimately coming up with nothing. 

“Whatcha doing?” you ask, entering his room and approaching him at his desk, closely examining him for anything remotely suspicious about his behavior. 

“Oh hey! Nothing–I’m doing nothing, how was your coverage?” You took notice of how rushed his words were, how he was more fidgety than usual. 

“You're acting weird,” you state, completely ignoring his question, “I saw you come out of my room, what’d you do?” 

“Nothing, I did nothing.” 

“Okay, Peter,” you say, squinting your eyes at him before leaving the room and entering yours. 

Your eyes scanned the room, on high alert for anything out of place, but when everything looked seemingly untouched a crease formed between your eyebrows. 

You glance back to Peter, who quickly turns his head in the other direction pretending to have not been staring at you. 

Regardless of how normal everything looked, you ventured further into your classroom with hesitation, continuing to survey the room as you did so until your eyes finally landed on the small cardboard box sitting on your desk. 

A smile spreads across your face as you peer through the little window of the box at the singular cupcake it held and the white toothpick flag that stuck out the top of it, and your smile only grows when you read the sticky note stuck to the side of the box: ‘Cupcake of the Day: The Peace Treat-y (Comes with Sprinkles).’ 

[pinkolve]

The Love Drug-Peter Parker

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Summary: Peter is hit with a love drug while on a mission, causing him to act upon his romantic feelings for you.

Genre: FLUFF

CW: VERY aggressive reader, lots of swearing on readers part, first person point of view, fem!reader x tom hollands!spiderman, reader's kinda bitchy but rightfully so, protective reader, reader seems a little rude to Pete but it's just playful banter i swear, use of y/n, shy Peter because ofc, and i think that's it!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first fanfic on this blog that isn't from Criminal Minds, yippiee!! I decided to write a fanifiction with a similar premise to 'sex pollen.' Since I suck at writing smutty fics, I did a fluffy version!! Enjoyyyy!!

“Tony!” I shout throughout the tower, my footsteps are fast and heavy. “Tony, please!” I will myself to run faster, pushing forward. I’ve been running around the building for twenty minutes now. Tony took part of the team, including Peter, on a dangerous mission. He insisted Peter was ready for it even though I argued against it. They were dealing with a villian similar to Poison Ivy, and Tony called me informing me Peter had been hit with a mysterious substance. I didn’t even ask any questions before running for the lab. 

As I run, there’s no sign of anyone. No voices, no other footsteps, nothing. I turn, passing a corner, almost breaking my ankle. “Tony!? Anyone?!” I slam open the glass doors to the lab, hearing them hit the wall harshly. 

“Y/N, you’re here.” Bruce greeted me. 

“Where is he?” I immediately walk towards the curtain he’s standing next to, his hand comes out and stops my movements. 

“You can’t see him right now.” 

“Then why the fuck would Tony call me down here?!” I hiss. I push his arm away. “Move.” I say through gritted teeth. I pull the curtain back to see a very sick Peter. 

His eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are blown. There’s sweat collecting on his forehead and down his chest, droplets falling down his stomach. His breathing is heavy, like he can’t even breathe. All he’s wearing is a pair of boxers and almost every part of him is tinted pink. 

“Y/N?” He looks over at me with his big puppy dog eyes, tears welling up at the corners. “I didn’t think I was gonna get to see you.” He practically whines. His hand reaches out for me and I take it in mine, nearly burning myself. Why is he so hot? 

“Why’d you think that?” 

“Bruce and Tony…They told me I couldn’t.” He sighs heavily, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. “Wanted to see you so badly.” 

“Well, I’m here now.” I squeeze his hand tighter. Bruce grabs my shoulder. 

“Y/N, you really can’t be here…” I roll my shoulder back, knocking his hand off. 

“Try and move me and you’re a fucking dead man, Banner.” I scowl. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. 

“Y/N!” Tony runs in, moving to stand next to me. “Bruce is right, you really need to leave.” He almost begs. 

“If I can’t be here why the fuck did you call me!?” I let go of Peter’s hand to face Tony, practically fuming by now. 

“Y/N.” Peter whines again, his eyes are closed and he’s reaching for me. 

“Sorry, Pete.” I whisper softly. I grab his hand with both of mine and hold tightly. His breathing seems to slow down. I can’t help but feel the strongest urge to give him whatever he wants. 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Say my name one more fucking time and I swear to god!” I turn to him again. “I will die before I leave him alone right now.” Peter whimpers and I sigh. “I’m not gonna die, Pete. It’s a figure of speech, baby.” I lean down and kiss his forehead. I pull back up and shake my head to myself, Did I just…kiss him? 

“Y/N, it’s not safe, and I know you’re starting to realize that.” Tony starts. “Peter was hit by a sort of…’Love Drug.’ It reveals certain feelings that his conscious mind usually wouldn’t.” I look between him and Peter. “He’s acting on all of the things he thinks about doing, but never does.” 

“When you say ‘feelings,’ you mean…?” I trail off. 

“Romantic feelings.” 

“The drug digs up any romantic feelings a person has and uses it against them. When hit with the drug all they can seem to think about is…That one person they have feelings for.” Bruce explains. My mouth goes slack and I look back at Peter. His body is back to its usual pale color, his breathing is almost normal, and he seems to have stopped sweating. 

“If they interact with the person they have feelings for…Does it act kind of like an antidote?” I think outloud. Tony and Bruce look at me with furrowed brows. 

“What do you mean?” Bruce starts. 

“Look at him.” I point and they follow my finger. “His sweating has gone down, his body isn’t pink or exceedingly warm anymore, and his breathing is normal. He even fell asleep.” Bruce and Tony exchange a look. 

“Okay…Maybe you should stay.” Tony nods. 

“No fucking shit.” I growl. 

“Watch your language.” Tony warns. 

“Oh, piss off Stark.” 

***

I’m sitting in a chair beside Peter’s cot, his hand still in mine. I didn’t dare let go, not when he was sleeping so peacefully. I lay my head against the cot and occasionally squeeze Peter’s hand. 

“Okay.” Tony comes back into the room with a thin manilla folder and a bottle of…Some kind of liquid. He walks to stand beside me and hands me the bottle. 

“This should remove all traces of the drug from his system.” I look between him and the bottle. 

“Why are you giving it to me?” 

“I figured it’d be better if you gave it to him. He might wake up and not remember much, I think you should be the one to calm him down. Bruce and I are gonna go do some more research on the drug.” I nodded and stared down at the bottle. 

“Is he gonna remember being all…Clingy with me.” I ask, gesturing to our still interlocked hands. 

“I’m not sure.” Tony answers simply. 

“Okay.” Tony pats my shoulder before leaving the room. I take a deep breath before slowly removing my hand from Peter’s. He whimpers softly but stays asleep. I pop the seal off the bottle and gently put it to his lips. I push it past them a little and start pouring the liquid into his mouth, he swallows it instinctively. I pull it away once the bottle is empty and put the cork back inside, Peter begins to stir. 

“Y/N?” He whispers, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi, Pete.” I whisper back. 

“What’s going on?” He looks around before sitting up abruptly. I place a hand against his chest to keep him still. 

“Calm down, it’s okay. You got hit with a drug on the mission, the team brought you back here. You’re all healed now, so there’s nothing to worry about.” He looks at me again. 

“What kind of drug?” His eyebrows furrow. 

“Apparantly it was a Love Drug.” I look away from his eyes as my cheeks start to feel hot. Peter’s silent for a while before he speaks again. 

“So…When you came in and I held your hand, and wouldn’t let you leave…That wasn’t a dream.” 

“No it was not.” 

“You kissed me.” 

“What?” I look up at him with wide eyes. 

“My forehead, you kissed it.” My mouth hangs open and I stutter. 

“Well I mean…Yeah, yeah I did.” 

“Did that…Mean anything?” He asks, his eyes are avoiding mine as I stare at him. I smile at his pink cheeks and let out a soft, breathy laugh. 

“Yes, Peter. It did mean something.” He looks back at me with twinkling eyes. 

“What did it mean?” I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. 

“It means I like you dumbass.” I smile. He smiles back, grinning like a crazy person. Our eyes are locked on each other, and I don’t think they’ll be moving any time soon. 

“Cool.” He sighs. “I like you too.” 

“I figured as much.” We both laugh. 

“You wanna…Go out sometime?” 

“Do you really have to ask?” I scoff. “Yes, I would like to go out sometime.” 

“Just kiss already, goddamn!” Tony yells from another room. 

“Shut up, Stark!” I scream. I turn back to Peter with a smile and we both lean in, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → blood, injury, fluff

Summary → Peter sneaks into your room injured, your mom discovers he's Spider-Man and helps patch him up.

The clock blinked 1:30 AM in the dim glow of your room as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone, your foot tapping anxiously against the floor. You hadn’t heard from Peter in hours, which was always a bad sign.

Then, as if on cue, you heard the gentle tapping against your window. You rushed over and pulled it open to see Peter clinging to the outside, a weary smile on his face, bruises scattered across his body. He clambered in, wincing as he did.

“Peter, you’re a mess,” you whispered, guiding him into your room and helping him out of his suit. The familiar red and blue fabric fell to the floor in a heap, revealing the cuts, scrapes, and bruises that lined his skin.

He sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, clad only in his boxers. “Rough night,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly in pain but trying not to let it show. He always did that—downplaying the extent of his injuries, thinking he could just push through the pain.

You grabbed the first-aid kit from under your bed and sat down next to him, your fingers trembling slightly as you pulled out disinfectant and some bandages.

“Why do you always do this?” You murmured, your voice low but filled with concern as you dabbed some disinfectant on a cotton pad. “You never tell me when you’re too hurt. You always try to hide it.”

He winced when the pad touched a particularly deep cut on his shoulder. “It’s not like I plan to get hurt,” he replied softly. “And I don’t want you worrying.”

“Too late for that.” You moved carefully, wiping away the dirt and blood from his cuts. His skin twitched under your touch, and you could tell he was holding back more winces.

Peter glanced up at you, his brown eyes soft and filled with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up, Peter,” you cut him off, your tone sharper than you intended. “I know you’re sorry. I know you don’t mean to get hurt. But I still hate seeing you like this.”

The room fell into silence as you worked, your hands moving methodically, patching up every bruise and cut you could find. You could feel Peter watching you, the weight of his gaze heavy as he took in your worry, your frustration, your love for him in every gentle touch.

After a while, Peter broke the silence. “I don’t deserve you,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You froze for a moment, then looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Peter, don’t say that. You do deserve me. I just wish you’d let me take care of you more.”

“I’m supposed to be the one protecting you,” he murmured, leaning his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes. “That’s why I—”

“Being Spider-Man doesn’t mean you have to do everything alone.” Your voice softened as you finished bandaging a particularly nasty cut on his side. “It’s okay to let people in. It’s okay to let me in.”

Peter’s eyes fluttered open, and he reached for your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ll try,” he promised, though you could hear the doubt in his voice.

Just as you were about to respond, you heard footsteps in the hallway, the creak of a door opening. Your heart skipped a beat, and you whipped your head toward the door, panic rising in your chest.

“Y/N?”

Your mom’s voice called softly from outside, and before you could react, the door slowly open. You froze, still holding Peter’s hand, and Peter, who was very much shirtless and sitting in just his boxers, immediately tensed. His Spider-Man suit was carelessly tossed on the floor beside the bed.

Your mom’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her: you, with bandages and antiseptic wipes scattered across the bed, tending to Peter, who looked like he had just come out of a battle.

And then, her eyes landed on the unmistakable Spider-Man suit on the floor.

For a second, no one spoke. Time seemed to stand still as your mom stared at the suit, piecing everything together in her mind. Her gaze flicked back to Peter, then to you, and the initial shock was replaced by anger.

“Y/N! What is going on here? Why is Peter half-naked in your room at 1:30 in the morning?”

“Mom, I can explain—”

“Oh, you better,” she cut you off, her tone stern, her eyes filled with fury.

Peter tried to sit up, wincing as he did. “Mrs. Y/L/N, I—”

“No, Peter, you’re not explaining anything right now,” she snapped, holding up her hand. “My daughter’s boyfriend sneaking into her room at this time of night? And in this state?”

You felt a rush of embarrassment and panic, but before you could say anything, her attention shifted to the suit again, realization dawning.

“And that—” she pointed to the crumpled Spider-Man suit on the floor, her voice faltering. “Peter… You’re Spider-Man?”

Peter winced again, clearly not having planned for this revelation tonight. “I… yeah. I am.”

Your mom’s mouth fell open, and for a moment, she was silent. The anger on her face was quickly replaced by something else—worry. Her maternal instincts kicked in, and her eyes softened as they scanned over Peter’s battered body.

“A kid… and you’re Spider-Man,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re just a kid.”

“I know,” Peter said softly. “I try to be careful, I swear, but sometimes—”

“Clearly, you’re not being careful enough,” your mom interrupted, her voice filled with concern now rather than anger. She crossed the room and stood beside you, her gaze lingering on the cuts and bruises you had just patched up.

“Y/N,” she said softly, turning to you, “help me get him cleaned up properly.”

You blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in her tone, but nodded quickly. Together, the two of you continued tending to Peter, your mom taking over some of the more serious injuries with a practiced, motherly hand. Peter, for his part, remained quiet, letting her work without protest.

Once the worst of it was cleaned up, your mom stood back, her arms crossed as she regarded Peter with a mixture of concern and frustration.

“I don’t know what to say, Peter,” she finally spoke. “I understand you’re trying to help people, and I respect that. But sneaking into my daughter’s room in the middle of the night, especially in this condition… You can’t keep doing this.”

Peter looked down, ashamed. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N. I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” she sighed. “I’m not mad at you for being Spider-Man, but you need to be more careful. You’re just a kid. And if you’re going to keep doing this…” She glanced at you, her eyes softening. “Then you need to let Y/N and me help when you need it.”

Peter looked up at her, surprised. “You’re not… mad?”

“Oh, I’m still mad,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “But I’m also worried. And that’s what being a mom is—worrying about the kids in your life, even the ones swinging around New York in tights.”

You smiled at her words, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Peter chuckled softly, though it quickly turned into a wince as he clutched his side.

Your mom sighed again, glancing at the clock. “It’s late. You should stay over, you need to rest, Peter. I’ll bring some ice for those bruises. But next time,” she added sternly, “don’t wait until you’re half-dead to come here.”

Peter nodded, looking genuinely grateful. “Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

As your mom left the room to grab some ice, Peter turned to you, his hand reaching for yours again. “I think your mom likes me,” he teased, his voice weak but light.

You snorted softly. “She’s just trying not to kill you, Peter.”

“Good enough for me,” he murmured, leaning back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion finally took over.

You leaned over and kissed his forehead gently, grateful he was safe, grateful your mom had reacted the way she did. Tonight had been chaotic, but for now, things were okay.

And that was enough.

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[underoospeterparker]

peter helping his princess with her skincare and taking off her makeup before bed bc shes really tired 🥺

this can be read as either peter parker (mcu) or peter sutherland (night agent)

after the longest day, you had fallen asleep in his car when he was driving you both home. he smiled, hand landing on your thigh to rub reassuring circles on your leg.

you still didn’t stir, completely passed out. peter, being the best boyfriend, let you sleep for the rest of the ride home.

once you reached, he climbed out of the car and then made his way over to your door, gently lifting you into his arms.

you blinked, then slightly shifted to press your face into his shirt. chuckling, your boyfriend kissed your forehead lightly, closing the car door with his foot.

he unlocked the house door, then once you made it inside he locked it again. he was obsessed with your safety above everything else.

bringing you into your shared room, he laid you down on the bed before detaching himself from you.

whimpering, you opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light of the bedroom. you tugged on his shirt, wanting him to cuddle with you.

his face softened, and he whispered a soft, “be right back, sweetheart.”

he quickly made his way into the bathroom, taking out your makeup remover from the cupboard and some of your creams that you put on every night before sleeping.

returning to you, he murmured, “can you sit up f’me?”

his words made you groan lightly and you forced yourself to sit up, head resting against the headboard.

he pressed some of your remover onto a cotton pad and then cupped your face in one of his large hands.

your face was questioning as he lifted the other to your face, dabbing at your makeup. “what’re you doing, baby?” you asked. “i can do that,” you added, trying to grab the cotton from his hands.

he gently pushed you away. “let me do it for you, okay? you’re so tired, princess. jus’ sit there and relax.”

you gave him a sleepy smile before closing your eyes so he could finish removing your makeup.

once he was done with your creams, he lifted you into his arms again to take you to the bathroom. he delicately set you down next to the sink, and your head lolled back against the cupboard.

"c'mon, sweetheart," he said, pressing a bit of toothpaste onto your brush before handing it over to you.

you nodded, then proceeded to brush your teeth at the same time as peter, his arm wrapped around your waist to support your weight and make sure you didn't fall.

when you were both done, you would have almost fell when you hopped off the sink, had it not been for your boyfriend steadying you, laughing at your clumsiness.

"so sleepy tonight, huh?" he teased, pressing you into his side as he walked the two of you back to the bed.

"mmm," you murmured, slipping back under the covers. peter got in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms as you sighed in happiness.

your boyfriend splayed a protective arm on your stomach, taking ahold of your hand to rub circles on your thumb. he gave you a kiss, then whispered, "now rest your pretty little head, baby."

"love you, pete. thanks for taking care of me," you said, words muffled by his shirt.

"always will, sweetheart," he murmured. "love you too."

[conniesanchor]

state of grace: chapter one— all we know is touch and go.

navigation | series masterlist | wc; 1k | tasm!peter x reader

a/n; hi! welcome to the first fic of this four (?) part series. i just got this random idea when i was listening to taylor swift. like and reblog if you enjoy it!

you weren't sure why, but for some reason, spiderman has chosen you as his go-to doctor. so when you heard tapping on your window at two in the morning, you weren't shocked to see a masked man on the other side of it. it was almost an every night thing. he would come to your house, leave his mask on, have you clean up the wounds on his stomach, and leave.

you didn't know who he was. you had never seen his face, you didn't know what color his eyes were, you knew he had brown hair but only because of his happy trail that you saw every time you cleaned him up. he knew your name, you weren't sure you would ever find out his.

opening the window, you frowned. he was having a hard time coming in on his own, so you reached out your hand for his gloved one. the masked man gladly accepted, and you pulled him in with all of your strength. "bad night?" you asked him, a small smile on your face.

"it was alright. sorry it's so late. did i wake you?" he asked.

you shook your head, "actually, no. i was up reading. i couldn't sleep.”

his head tilted, "aww, were you worried about me?" he teased but was immediately regretting it when he winced right after.

you were. "is your neck alright?" you ask, concerned it was more than just a scratch this time.

he nodded, "just a cut, nothing big, sweetheart." it wasn't until you met him that you realized you could fall in love with someone without even knowing who they were.

"o-okay," you stuttered, "let’s get you cleaned up.”

"no. no, i'm alright. i just wanted to see you." he said. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear him smile.

your head tilted in confusion, "but you looked hurt when you came in.”

he laughed, "i hit my knee, y/n. it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

"okay. then why did you want to see me?”

"i don't know. just wanted to hear your voice. talk to me," he requested, sitting down on your bed. you had never asked the masked man to reveal his identity. you never tried to get him to take his mask off in order to clean him up. you wanted him to trust you enough to do it on his own. you think that should end tonight. "hey, come on. what are you thinking about?”

"why can't i know who you are?" you knew him. you knew his touch, you knew his body, and you knew his laugh. you just didn't know who he was, and curiosity was killing you.

he breathed in, "well. if you knew who i was, then people who wanted to hurt me would hurt you. if something happened to you, i wouldn't know what to do." he spoke to you softly.

you sat down next to him, "yeah, but i can handle myself, spidey. why can't you just take your mask off?”

"i know you can handle yourself, but i can't put you in danger, sweetheart."

"see, that! you say that i can't know who you are, but then you go on flirting with me, expecting me not to be curious. how is that fair?" you question, raising your voice slightly.

spiderman stood up, "y/n, will you please just take a breath for me? i can't expose you to the risk, okay? i would love for you to know who i am, but i care about you too much for you to get hurt because of who i am." he explained.

"i just want to know who you are. why is it so hard for you to tell me.”

the boy was getting frustrated now, "i don't understand why this is all of a sudden a problem. i’ve known you for almost a year now, and you just now have a problem with it. jesus christ, i’m trying to keep you safe." it was his turn to raise his voice, and you didn't like it at all.

you stood up and opened your window, letting the cold outside air in, "i’d like you to leave now, please.”

"sweetheart..." he trailed off, reaching out to you. your eyes filled with tears, “please don't cry,” he begged, “i'm sorry i snapped at you, i am-”

you cut him off, “i don't know why you don't trust me enough to tell me. i won't tell anyone, i promise” your voice was cracking and the tears that were previously welling in your eyes were now streaming down your cheeks.

he takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down, “it's not that i don't trust you, okay? i do… okay? i swear i do. i also care about you, though. i know that you can handle yourself, but i can barely beat the people that hate me,” he takes your hand. “eventually, when i know i can keep you safe, i’ll tell you. then, when you know who i am, i’ll ask you to be my girlfriend and we can live happily ever after.”

you take your hand back, “i don't want that, spidey. i want you to trust-”

you were cut off by the mystery man's loud, rough voice, “it’s not that i don't fucking trust you, y/n. why can't you just see that? i mean seriously, i come here because i care about you, i come here because i trust you, and you won't believe me when i say that,” he stops for a minute to catch his breath, “i don't understand, y/n, seriously.” you flinch backwards, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, walking toward the window, “please leave, spidey. please.” you speak, wiping the tears off your face.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” he begs, desperate to go back to five minutes ago before you were mad at him. “please just forget it all happened.”

“take off your mask.” you demand, not willing to hear him out. he looks down and you know his answer.

“then get out.”

next part

[hurtspideyparker]

Hi, sorry but could you recommend any of your favourite Peter Parker fics please?

For sure !!! *cracks open ao3 bookmarks*

Thirty Hours by polaroid15 - Peter doesn't take any breaks during a lengthy fight with the Avengers. The mind-melting fever that follows really should have been expected.

Hurt Peter Parker, my favourite tag <3 I love when Spider-Man is a badass and also lacks self-preservation. He's so cool fighting alongside the Avengers and we get some sweet hurt/comfort irondad!

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain - Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

This fic is an icon in the fandom and for GOOD REASON. I just can not get enough of Peter Parker hiding his injuries. More heavy whump and angst!

All good things come in threes by Bergen - Peter has three secret identities: Spider-Man, the superhero who swings around the city to save people. Parker Benjamin, who gives Tony Stark unsolicited advice on his research. And NightMonkey, the Instagrammer who keeps uploading increasingly popular but embarrassing drawings of Iron Man.

And he can juggle them all just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Okay here is the fluff!!! Peter is a genius, a menace, and a sweetheart. Tony Stark runs into him (again and again) and can't help but have a soft spot for him every time. Funny and cute and an all 'round good time!

Held Together by Spiderwebs by TunaFishChris - Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough.

But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

This one focuses a lot on Steve but I really like him and Peter's relationship in it, and I think this is great Peter Parker characterization. TW for discussions of depression and suicide, it gets a bit dark!

5 Times Spider-Man Saved an Avenger's Ass (and 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris - this fic showcases how strong and capable Peter is, he's definitely a BAMF. I really like this genre where the Avengers know Spider-Man but not Peter Parker, makes Peter feel more independent and mature like in the comics.

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway, Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited, and Five Times Strangers Talked About Peter and Tony + One time Someone They Know Did by kingdomfaraway - I am just gonna recommend this entire series. Super fluffy, extreme irondad and spiderson. They're just adorable from an outside perspective and I love when Peter gets to just be Tony's intern and a teenager for a while :)

research and disaster by blueh - “So, uh, Mr. Stark definitely knows Roomba-Kid,” Becket says and discreetly tilts his head in the direction of the pair.

“Oh my god,” Jess says. She almost sounds gleeful. “Oh my god, he’s not just some random kid. He’s Mr. Stark’s kid.”

or: the interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

I just love intern Peter mk? Let him be a kid genius and have fun!!! Fluffy and humorous, again with the irondad.

Captain, Oh My- Not My Captain! by uncouth_peasant - Peter swallowed hard before firing a web to swing into the fray. “Cap’s going after civilians. I’m out of time.”

Bruised and bloody men <3. Just Peter being a badass and getting beat to a pulp. Cool fighting, lots of Peter whump, and of course the Avengers being protective.

Good publicity by Bergen - Between Peter Parker barely speaking, and Spider-Man being the ultimate chatterbox, how was Tony ever supposed to figure out that they were one and the same person?

Tony Stark is secretly a softie for cute kids, especially when they're a genius and have a sense of humour to rival his own. Peter is a foster kid who ends up finding a home with Pepper and Tony, very sweet.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle - When Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves, simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help.

Heavy TW for this one, mind the tags. This is a popular fic and for good reason. A very mature and realistic portrayal of the foster care system and homelessness. The Peter angst is really great and I could barely put it down, that boy needs a hug so bad.

Now here's some hydra!Peter fics cuz they're my jam:

Peter is a precious chickpea by Bergen - They attack the HYDRA safe house shortly before sunrise.

The only people defending said safe house are Peter and Leo, and Leo slams his cell door open and starts spitting out orders, but then promptly gets clobbered over the head and keels sideways.

So that just leaves Peter. And he’s not even going to try to fight a whole team of Avengers. He looks up at Iron Man filling the doorway. “I surrender.”

He’s never been captured before and he’s not sure what to do. Escape, probably.

This entire series is PERFECT. I just love how adorable Peter is, and all the relationships Peter forms with the Avengers absolutely melt my heart. Peter's characterization in this is really unique and I wish there was more. The Bucky and Peter friendship is everythingggg. I love hydra!peter and bucky fics.

Indoctrination by phoenixon - The Avengers thought they were on a typical assignment: Infiltrate the Hydra base and find the weapon. What they didn't expect was the small boy raised by Hydra that they found instead. And they definitely didn't expect him to stay at Avengers Tower or how he somehow wormed his way into their lives. As for Peter, he just wants to be good and obey what the Hydra men told him so he doesn't get in trouble.

I just really love hydra Peter changing into a sweet and intelligent boy once he's rescued and safe, and how all the Avengers take up such heart-warming parental roles around him.

out there, living in the sun by Hailfire_73 - The Avengers rescue Peter from a Hydra base ran by his father, Richard Parker, except Peter doesn't really see it as a rescue, and has trouble settling into a new life away from Hydra and his father at the Avengers compound. OR - Peter learns how to be an actual teenager, live life, and put his abusive past behind him, and Tony learns how to be a father.

Hydra Peter but he's most definitely a traumatized and moody teenager. I really enjoyed Peter's character arc and the exploration of his trauma. It felt more realistic the way his journey isn't just a straight or clear path. He's more mature in this one and it was a really compelling read, balancing the angst with some humour and fluff. Loved the ending.

Tinker, Tailor, Spider by Bergen - Tony is roped into a mission to transport a teenager to safety. But when things go south, it soon becomes more and more puzzling who the teenager is and what ‘safety’ means for him.

I really enjoy that the author doesn't water Peter being hydra down. Yes he is a highly skilled assassin and a badass who's trauma pervades his every thought and decision. Made me fall in love with the Tony, Pepper, Morgan and Peter as a family dynamic. Super domestic while still highlighting Peter's troubled past.

[rainydayathogwarts]

what are your most favorite fics you've written? the ones that had you like "YES I'M SO TALENTED"

the girlies want to know (it's me, i'm girlies). bc a writers favorite work and their most popular work are almost never synonymous.

my fav works that i've written :))

omg alice i have a whole entire list that i'm about to drop. now here's the thing, some of my new favourites are currently in my drafts, so keep that in mind, but here are the ones i've posted.

also, there's a difference between my favourite ones and the ones where i was like damn i'm talented, so i'll just talk about the ones that made me go TALENT, otherwise the list would be way tooo long. i tried cutting myself off at 10, but i had a couple more too. (not in any specific order)

1- two sides one door - potter!reader is comforted by james after remus yells at her before the full moon (remus lupin)

2- never ending song - longest fic i've written, which i'm definitely proud of because i love the storyline and the way i've written the article bits. (sirius black)

3- the princess and her knight - i am SO PROUD of the fairytale themes i used in this even though i know it isn't perfect. (sirius black)

4- sewing kit - this is a short one, but i cherish it a lot! i think the atmosphere was really successfully created (ron weasley

5- words by the fireplace - fluffy moments with sleepy!james, what else could i ever want? (james potter)

6- love, mum and dad - this one makes me cry every single time and im just ridiculously proud of it (son!harry potter)

7- watch don't touch - i think this is the first piece of smut that i wrote where i sat back and thought 'shit, that was really good.' (bf!eddie munson, steve harrington)

8- creep - I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AND I WAS SO UPSET THAT IT DIDNT GET HYPED UP BC IM JS SO PROUD OF IT. (steve, kind of eddie munson)

9- everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer - i liked the dynamic/relationship between hop/reader, and whenever i think of it, i'm just really proud of it. (hopper)

10- unregistered vehicle - these are the two only hop fics i've written and theyre both on this list. i think i just liked writing for an older love interest or character, and the fact that i was able to do it well makes me really proud of it (hopper)

11- age gap - atp i think it's jsut writing for older men that does it for me, but im also like damn i was able to write that! for the dynamic and the way i wrote it. (hotch)

12- boyfriends and mentors - sometimes i read fics where the writers are able to write smut but there's y/n's thoughts and emotions weaved in really nicely throughout the whole thing, and i feel like i was able to do that for this fic, which i'm really proud of. (bf!peter parker, tony stark)

i'm honestly really interested with what other writers have to say about their work so i'm just going to tag a few people to take part if they want to and alice ( @agreeeeeeeeeee ) that starts with you.

npt: @g1rld1ary, @strang3lov3, @spaceycat, @moonstruckme, @iamgonnagetyouback, @aetherraeys

[literaila]

could you write a really fluffy peter Parker fic for Valentine’s Day (with banter ofc)

valentine, oh mine

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: this is not cute or fun or any of the things i aspire to be. it is painful. peter dies (he doesn’t). don’t read this.

*

“will you be my valentine?”

“hello, peter,” you answer, through your toothbrush. the words are deadpan. “i’m doing well, thank you. how are you?”

“better if you answer the question.”

you laugh, letting his response linger for a moment as you try to discern where, exactly, he is. your mouth tastes like spearmint, and it would be perfect to kiss him with. even though it’s monday, and almost midnight, and he shouldn’t be here.

for a whole multitude of reasons (number one being that you know he’ll keep you awake for at least a couple of hours more).

“where are you?” you ask him, listening to ruffling and a whine from the other end.

a manly whine, he might tell you, if you could see his face and make fun of it.

“stop deflecting. you don’t wanna be my valentine?” you can hear the frown.

and then there’s a horn, signaling absolutely nothing.

you spit into the sink, and put him on speaker as you rinse.

“i’ve gotta say that this is one of the more underwhelming valentine proposals i’ve gotten. you’re not even here. instead you’re…” you drawl, “where, again?”

“this is just further proof that i’m always thinking about you,” peter tells you, recalling an argument you’d had the day prior.

about how he wasn’t paying attention to you—or the conversation you were trying to have with him about one of your coworkers—but instead, according to him, thinking about you.

which did not help his case, of course. instead you’d given him the silence treatment for three minutes while he groveled—poorly.

and you doubt that he was thinking about valentine’s day when his eyes were glued to your lips the entire time.

“again,” you tell him, trying to hide the sound of a smile in your voice, “i would rather you just listen to me. answer my question and i’ll answer yours,” you bargain.

“how’s that fair? i asked first.”

“i asked second.”

peter sighs, and there’s a brief pause where he breaks up. you mess with the sound settings to no avail. up or down, his voice is distorted.

“are you—“ his voice wonders. “i was gonna tell you—“ and then a pause. and then. “are you giving me the silent treatment again?”

“cant hear you,” you hum. “somethings wrong with your phone.”

“how do you know it’s mine?” his voice enters again, breaking back and forth. another honking, and silence as he puts himself on mute.

because you’re no fool, and you know that peter would’ve answered the question already—if only to get you to answer his—if he didn’t know that you’d scold him for it.

“cause i can hear the wind while you swing,” you tease, though swallow, your voice is aiding the anger you should feel—because your boyfriend is a liar, and a traitor and you kinda hate him.

but you’re not really angry. you haven’t seen him since he left your house at six in the morning, so that’s probably why.

“i—“ there’s a pause. and then his voice is clear again. “that’s my hairdryer.”

“are you lying to me, peter?”

“it might even be the connection,” he continues, idly. “may’s been complaining about the service but i’ve been too busy to check the box, so—“

“are you still lying to me?”

you can almost see him swallow. “…no?”

“i told you not to call me when you’re out.”

“so you never want me to call you?” he asks, mock hurt. “when i’m not out, i’m always with you. i thought you liked my phone calls, and my voice if my memory serves me. someone really liked it—“

“you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

“peter parker, unless you want me to hang up—“

“okay, okay,” there’s still no swinging. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you’re not,” you whine, sitting on your bed and listening closely so he can’t trick you again.

“i actually am this time,” he swears. “i won’t do it again. but this is a very important matter.”

“swinging while talking is basically like texting and driving, and if i was doing that i’d be getting an earful from you.”

“it’s so not the same thing. first of all, spider senses, please keep up,” he tells you, laughing. “and who am i going to hurt in the open air?”

“a pigeon,” you say, almost angrily. “they’re an endangered species, you idiot.”

“they’re definitely not.”

“okay, then, yourself. who’s going to be my valentine if you slam into a wall and crack your head open?”

peter would not look cute without his skull, you remain firm on this fact.

you can hear his smile. “i knew you wanted to be my valentine.”

“before i knew you were lying to me.”

“you lie to me all of the time,” peter argues.

your brows furrow. “when?”

“when you said that you don’t like it when i call you,” he murmurs, almost soft, still teasing. “i know you do. you miss me.”

“i miss my boyfriend,” you answer, biting back some other remark about how you don’t miss him at all—honestly, you’re trying to prove that you’re not lying. “but apparently i’m talking to a superhero.”

“oh, did i forget to mention that? must’ve slipped my mind.”

“where are you now?” you ask. “it’s quiet.”

and then there’s a tap on the wall to your right.

“peter…”

“yes?”

“is that you?”

“maybe.”

“are you kidding?” you grumble, crawling on your knees to push back the curtains and open the window. you frown as you unlatch it, hands interrupted by other ones, doing the same thing. “how long have you been sitting out here?”

“since ‘are you lying?’ i think.” he says, in a terrible impression of your voice. “it’s cold.”

you pull him in by his wrist, immediately pushing him off when he tries to land on your bed on top of you.

peter pulls his mask off, smiling at you. “hi.”

“i’m mad. go take a shower.”

his fingers tip-toe up your arm, trying to get you to shiver. “are you really?” he hums.

“yes.”

“how can i make it up to you?”

“find me a better, non-lying valentine,” you tell him, pouting as you look away.

“is this supposed to be an answer?”

“why didn’t you just wait?” you ask instead. “if you were going to come here anyway, why didn’t you ask me in person instead of being a disappointment, and breaking a rule?”

“i don’t recall signing a contract…”

you groan, sitting up and crossing your legs as you look at him. unfortunately for you, his hair has fallen over his eyes just right, and you still want to kiss him.

“take me seriously.”

“i take everything you say,” he leans in, “very seriously.”

you push his nose. “you don’t.”

“i do!” he swears, grabbing your hand. “i’m listening. tell me what’s wrong.”

he says this condescendingly, because you already told him—kind of—but he knows that if you have to repeat it, you’ll break.

“this is why they say familiarity breeds contempt.”

peter smiles. “are you feeling contemptful right now?”

you nod.

he leans again, and you cant push him away. “how can i help?”

“you can apologize.”

peter’s smile grows softer as you look at him with eyes of steel, like he finds this version of you cute. your pout and your false anger, all bundled up into one perfect package.

just for him, you suppose.

he leans in some more, “i’m sorry,” he says, softly, just brushing your lips. “i was excited.”

you purse your lips, even while his are soft and teasing against them. it feels kind of like a feather brushing your skin, like peters got his own secret form of tickling you.

teasing you, like he always does. familiarity breeds contempt, and comfort, and confusion, and…

he kisses you fully, this time. a gentle peck. “i wanted to hear your voice,” he admits. “i’m impatient. i should listen to you more.”

“right…” you whisper, with him, as your only form of acknowledgement.

“i won’t call you while i’m out, okay? or i’ll pause somewhere.”

your brows are permanently fixed together. “don’t pause. just… get some headphones, or something.” you let your lips relax, finally, and they fall against his just as a consequence. “i like your voice too,” you admit, quietly, as an afterthought.

peters smile is bashful. “like wireless ones? not sure how that would work under the mask…”

“you made the suit,” you tell him, leaning back. “you cant figure it out, genius?”

“i’ll do it for you, i guess,” he sighs, but his fingertips trace the skin on both of your arms, simply because he’s that close.

“thank you.”

“are we done fighting now?”

you frown, pushing his hands away so you can cross your arms. “no. you really asked me to be your valentine over the phone?”

peter sighs, shaking his head. “i knew i should’ve gone with the skywriting.”

“or,” you say, rhetorically, “i don’t know, maybe a box of chocolates? flowers? a quick ‘hey, will you be my valentine?’ before you left this morning?”

“that’s so lame.”

“so is asking me over the phone.”

“i was excited,” peter argues. “i wanted an answer.”

“well you didn’t get one.”

“yes i did,” he tells you, finally grabbing your arm so he can pull you on top of him (because seriously, this is unfair).

“no.”

“you said i was your valentine,” he reminds you, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“you’re mine,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “i never said i was yours.”

“wow,” peter murmurs. “that might be the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“please. i called you a vermin to may the other day.”

he pouts, childishly.

“ask me nicely,” you say, after a moment.

“i did.”

“ask me nicely again.”

there’s a pause where two stubborn people meet at a head—literally, head to head—and consider the prospects of losing this battle.

but peter is softer than you are, when you tease a smile on your lips, he breaks. “will you be my valentine?”

“hmm,” you ponder, looking away. “i’ll think about it. i mean, there’s a lot of options to choose from.”

peter bites your nose in retaliation and the two of you laugh until you’re dizzy

*