#peter parker x figure skater!reader

[hellsburners]

best mistake

summary: you're new york's hero: spider-man. your roommate peter is the brains behind it all and the love of your life and he doesn't even know it. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.6k warnings: unprotected s3x, blowjobs, casual hooking up. a/n: i'm back? (based on this amazing prompt)

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Peter hears a loud thud from his window. It was dark outside, the clock on his desk reading past midnight, the city more quiet. 

He peers on the glass, a dark figure resting its head on the pane. He gently lifts the window, your body slumping on his arms, your face bruised and bloody. He carries you to the bed, your suit all tattered and dirtied. Peter runs to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and a towel. 

He takes his time to wipe the blood from your face, gently wiping it on your soft skin, and brushing your hair away from your face. His eyes wander to your face, a familiar one, a face he’s seen ever since he was a kid, but now much older.

He takes the medical kit under his bed, gently moving you so he can remove your ruined suit. His calloused skater hands brush your chest with the damp cloth, scrubbing away the dried blood crusting your wounds. He applied a salve on some of the cuts to prevent infection, the bigger gashes he stitched. 

The two of you have been doing this for eight years now. You, the web-slinger, protector of the city, while Peter, the brains behind your crusade. He came up with the idea of making the web-shooters, his bio-engineer degree with your experience as a research scientist in aerophysics helped hand-in-hand in keeping the city safe. 

You turned in your sleep, groaning from the pain. “Hey, easy up tiger your wounds are still fresh,” he said, helping you prop yourself up on his bed. 

“How long have I passed out?” you said, noticing your suit was pulled down to your waist. 

“Just a couple of minutes,” he said. “Saw you on the TV.”

“Yeah, that Electro guy short-circuited my web-shooters,” 

“About that, I sketched up a new prototype that could be resistant to his attacks,” he said, gesturing at his messy table with his new creation. “I also made some tweaks on the web fluid, I increased the tensile strength so they can withstand greater velocities.” 

Peter’s eyes glimmered as he talked about the new shooters. Your mouth lifted into a smile as he continued to ramble. “What do you think?” he said, “Did you even listen?”

“Yeah—increased tensile strength blah blah,” you uttered. “How’s the job hunt by the way?”

“Terrible. I did sell some pictures to the bugle,” he said. “Jameson gave me $350.”

“$350? That’s not even enough for groceries and the electricity bill.”

“Well it’s better than nothing,” he said, taking his glasses off. “I saw Gwen earlier.”

Oh. Peter’s high school ex. You diverted your gaze away from his, finding the city lights outside the window was a distraction. You felt your chest tighten, your heartbeat much louder. 

For the fifteen years you’ve known Peter Parker, you’ve also fallen in love with him. The two of you have shared some casual encounters here and there but you knew it was never serious. So the idea of him meeting his greatest love made you uncomfortable. 

Peter noticed the way your attention left his, your eyes hooded as you stared far away. He noticed your hand clutch on the sheets, your jaw clenched. “She got engaged recently,” your muscles relaxing. Oh, you said. “Yeah, to some rich socialite from the Upper East Side.”

“Good for her,” you whispered. 

“Have you thought about something like that?”

“Marrying a rich man?” you chuckled. 

“No, just marrying,” he uttered, the corner of his lips lifting north. His fingers trace your skin, drawing circles. You let him. 

“Not at all. I guess I’m gonna be broke my whole life,” you try to get up, your back betraying you. You stagger for a bit, your hand finding Peter’s shoulder for stabilization. He stands as well, his large hands around your bare waist. 

Your breaths were close—too close. You could feel his heat, his warm musky scent, his brown eyes set on yours. He bends his spine so he can reach your face closer, his pink lips hovering off yours. 

You pull back, clearing your throat in the process. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” 

“Yeah, sure,” he coughs. 

You walk to the kitchen, holding onto your wounded torso. Peter’s eyes dropped to your underwear-clad ass, his cheeks blushed from the shame. Stop ogling your best friend Peter. 

You find the fridge bare of any beverage, you turn your head back to see Peter staring at your ass, his face absent of any expression. 

“Stop staring at my ass!” you shouted, throwing a kitchen cloth at him. “Plus, where’s all the beer.”

“I was not!” he shouted back. “And I think I drank all of it.”

You let out a sigh. You found a can of Coke on the bottom shelf of the fridge. You jumped to sit on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the linoleum countertop. The liquid sizzles as you chug it, the brown syrupy consistency dripping from the side of your mouth to your bare chest. 

Fuck it. Peter walks to the kitchen, joining you. “If you want to seduce me you could just say it.”

“Seduce you?” you laughed. “And why would I do that?”

Your legs wrap around his waist. He takes the can from your hand, drinking the rest of it before placing it on the counter. “Because you’re like that, always making sure I can see that ass around,” he whispers to your neck. 

Your head falls back from his kisses, your hands spread behind you for stability. He pulls your underwear off, your erection pointing north. He licks a strip underneath, you shudder from the sudden sensation. 

He wrapped his long fingers around it, stroking it with his saliva, the only thing you could let out was a moan. He lifted you up the counter so your legs were mounted on his shoulders. He takes his digits inside his mouth, lubing it before pressing it into your hole. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. 

“Feel good, huh?” he said. His fingers curl up inside you, teasing your sensitive spot. Your body winces from the sensation, your legs automatically closing on his head. He strokes your erection again, simultaneously stimulating your prostate. The combined sensation made your legs weak, and your arms almost collapsing. “To be honest, you’re the only one I do this to, Spidey.”

“Liar,” you let out a groan. “I know you kicked yourself over and over for not bagging Gwen.”

His grip on your cock tightened, his fingers went deeper. “Aw, are you jealous of her?”

“You lost your virginity to me asshole,” you whimper. “I get to ride that dick, not her.”

“Ride?” he chuckles. He pulls back, his hands wet with spit. “Go at it then. Ride me.”

 The two of you were in his bed now. Peter sitting on the bed as you sucked him off. His hand found your head, running it through your hair. “Fuck baby,” he moans.

Your head bobs on his tip, your tongue licking around his head as you take him in. Your free hand was stroking his length, it was long enough that it was actually difficult to take him all in your throat. 

“Fuck the blowjob, just ride me please,” he whimpers. 

“I was preparing it you dick,” you said. “I can’t fit all that without some lube.”

You straddle his legs, aligning his tip against your hole. Your hands find his broad shoulders for support. The two of you moan from the contact. You hole slowly taking his length in. Peter shuddered from the warmth enveloping his erection. He cursed, he could cum from this alone. 

 You looked beautiful, Peter thought. Your hips moving against his sex, your eyes lidded, and your mouth agape, the sweetest moans leaving your lips. It was a sight he could look at forever. He takes your faces to his lips pressing them together. You let out soft whimpers, Peter blushes from the sounds. 

“It’s too fucking big,” you groan. 

“You can take it, baby, please, do it for me,” Peter moans. 

He was a mess, you thought. All sweaty and red. He didn’t have the enhanced stamina you had. Your hands fall on his toned abdomen, your fingers finding the ridges underneath his shirt. You moved your hips up and down his length, your brows furrowing from the amount of pressure on your behind. 

Peter stroked your erection as you continued riding him. His mouth was agape as your eyes locked on each other. You pulled him to you, your arms around his head as you quickened your pace. Your hips gyrated on his cock with such swiftness Peter’s cock felt like it was being bombarded with so much stimuli he could combust into flames. 

“Shit, I’m close–” 

“Me too, Peter,” you moan. “Cum in me.”

“You sure?” he said. You nod against the whimpers. 

Peter rocks his hips against your ass, gripping onto the mounds of flesh. Your body draws out the pleasure from him as you move your hips. He could let out curses, pleading for release. From the same beat of your movement, the two of you let out your climax, your own release covering his torso as he filled you. 

You lay in bed catching your breath. “This was probably bad for your stitches,” he said, his brown hair drenched. 

“Yeah, I think I tore it again,” you breathed heavily. 

It was probably a mistake. For you to continue this charade with Peter. To exchange bodily pleasure knowing your heart beat only for him, but it was a mistake you were ready to commit over and over again.

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

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Spiderverse

One shots, two shots and dribbles

✭ Put it on (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Go-go dancer (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Hellfire (Priest! Miguel O’Hara x Demon! Fem! Reader) one shot

✭ You look lonely… (Miguel O’Hara x spider! Fem! Reader) Drabble

✭ Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) (1/2)

★ Can I be the helpless victim?♡(2/2)

✭ Within cells, interlinked (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) (1/2)

★ Do you long for having your heart interlinked? (2/2)

✭John Wayne (Bandit cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader) (1/2)

★ It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over. (2/2)

✭ Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) ♡ (1/3)

★Taking what’s not yours (2/3)

✭ Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

✭ Theme park headcannons with Miguel

✭ Brat tamer Mafia Miguel ♡ Drabble

✭ Teachers in love (Husband! Teacher!Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Teacher!Reader) Drabble

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✭Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara

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✭ On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader[college AU]) series masterlist

★ extra dribble (it won’t let me add it to the series list for some reason)

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[juneyjubilation]

hey folks i'm taking requests for the following x reader fica and such

peter parker (ultimate/amazing/mcu)

aki hayakawa (chainsawman)

dick grayson (dc)

jason todd (dc)

barbara gordon (dc)

ships i write for: joyfire (jason todd, starfire, roy harper), dick x starfire, barbara x dick, stephanie brown x tim drake, tim drake x bernard brown

i write headcanons, i will write nsfw content, angst, fluff, anything really! if i don't like the idea or come to a standstill i will inform y'all!

i do also dig AUs, and have plots for a figure skater!tim drake scenarios and such!

i missed writing for yall

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

His favourite restaurant

Tasm!Peter Parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Peter lost a game of chess, now he had to cook dinner.

Warnings/tags: nothing but tooth rotting fluff, flatmate!bestfriend!reader, peter being stupidly in love, Star Wars.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a little self indulgent thing I started writing at 3 am. It’s currently 5 am. But I hope you enjoy!

“Spider-Man saves the day once again, today find out how…”

The endless chatter from the small tv drowned like background noise as they both sat on the carpeted floor. Peter had brought home an old chess board he had found at the thrift store down the street. It was old, the pieces were built of wood, thick and tall. It looked like an expensive board much to its being found at a thrift store. So, much to your complaints, he decided it would be a great idea for you both to play against each other.

“And..check” He glanced towards you before making his final move. A smirk crawling up his plump lips. Sure, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, but you were no stranger to the chess arena, either. “Nuh uh…look again, Skater boy.” Pointing towards the knight and rook that had surrounded his king, the move he was currently trying to make was only going to put his king in a difficult position…checkmate.

“Checkmate.” You stated, sitting back up with your legs crossed you extended your right hand towards him. He looked up, brown puppy eyes looking inspecting your hand like it was something alien.

“How did you do that?” He questioned, looking more in disbelief than you had initially thought.

You shrugged, smirking. “Call it beginner's luck.”

Moving your hand back towards, encouraging a shake.

“Win with dignity, lose with dignity.” You spoke up again. “We shake hands after games because it’s a sign of respect no matter the outcome.” You continued.

The light streaming from the window across the room was making it really difficult for you to keep your eyes focused. From here, the orange and pink streams glided their way in, bouncing beautifully off of Peter’s hair. It looked as though he had a halo right above him. Pale skin glowing underneath the dying sunlight as he sat up, matching your position and taking your hand in his. It caused an electric impulse to travel right up your spine. You shuddered under his warm touch as he softly shook your hands up and down. Dropping it after a few long seconds.

“Loser makes dinner, remember?” You reminded him teasingly. He groaned in response, throwing his head back on the couch as he covered his eyes with the heel of his palms. He wasn’t a bad cook, not at all. May had taught him well around the kitchen. He was just too lazy to do so sometimes. And today was only one of those days.

“Can I do it tomorrow, please?” He pleaded, soft brown orbs glowing in the light as he leaned against you, pouting. “I’ll clean the dishes instead.” He added quickly. Knowing that you were a sucker for not doing them when the sink had piled up on a busy morning or after late night dinners.

You juggled with his proposal. Consider it for a minute or two before an idea lights up in the dark of your mind.

“What if we both cook together?” You counter-proposed. As Peter nodded a little too aggressively in agreement, you laughed.

Carefully standing to stretch the numbing feeling out of your legs as Peter sat there with his head on the couch. Staring. You could have felt his gaze even from a mile away. Scarlet blood rushed up your neck and towards your cheeks as you tried to busy yourself with something.

Peter was staring. He knew he was. But just couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your figure in the dim light of your shared apartment as the sun set from behind the windows. You looked like an angel, in your long Christmas Pajamas, a shirt that had ‘Merry Sithmas’ written in the middle of it in a big, Star Wars font. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Once you had managed to fully get your feet to wake. Turning the TV off, you gestured to Peter to come along towards the small area that was your kitchen. Soft feet padding down towards the small area as Peter was left to gather his thoughts in the next minute. He glanced back towards where you had once been, now shifting into the kitchen and taking out the bit pucks needed for dinner. He liked nights like these. Where it was you and him and some random tv noises. The whole world just melted away and it was only you and him.

“You coming or not, Parker?” You shouted from across the room. Breaking his chain of thoughts. He looked dazed. Wisps of soft hair in messed all directions. He shifted his head towards you, still on the floor, not moving.

“Be right there, bub.” He reassured you. Rubbing a hand down his face as he gets up, cleaning up the mess of chess pieces on the floor and arranging it again on the coffee table.

Peter joins you in the kitchen a good minute or two after you had called for him. You had turned on the small radio in the window sill, old 80s soft rock pouring around the kitchen. As you both fall in a smooth rhythm, working your way into the process before Peter stops abruptly in the middle of the kitchen, stopping you from moving towards the other side to your chicken.

“Wait, did we discuss what’s for dinner?” He questions. Which makes you halt your tracks as well, as you tried maneuvering your way from his side.

“I thought we could make our Chinese order.” You commented, matter of factly. Peter stood there, his emotions evident on his features as a smile appeared on his face.

“You got the recipe?” He asks in disbelief as you nod profusely, mirroring his smile.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kim said if I asked for it as a Christmas present she might consider giving it. Turns out she wasn’t kidding” You laughed. Moving past Peter, towards your (seasoned) chicken and putting it into a pot of boiling water.

Before you could move to cover the lid of it, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting and twirling you as you let out a squeal. Scolding Peter to put you down so you don’t knock over the boiling pot of chicken. Peter laughed at your protests, only going faster as you both laughed your heads off.

Setting you down, his hands stayed out on the dip of your waist. Turning you around to face him, his face held an unreadable expression. Earthy orbs moving between your own and then your lips. Soft, filled with joy and something else you couldn’t quite place. Before you could fully decipher it, Peter leaned in. Hands shifting to the low of your back as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in.

It took you a second to come to your senses before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Reciprocating the hug back.

You felt his lips move against the base of your neck as your eyes closed in delight. But they opened right back as you realised he was probably trying to say something.

Removing the grip you had on him, you leaned back. Still in the intimate range you had once been in but more comfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologised. Gesturing him to repeat himself.

“I said: Thank you.” He repeated. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. Registering your lack of answer and the blown out look you had on your face, he continued:

“It was Ben’s favorite place. It was where he and May went for their first date actually.”

You were shook. Emotionally and mentally. You had known Uncle Ben for quite some time before he died. He was a great man. Always so kind and caring. You had spent a few nights at Peter’s to know he was a great cook (somehow managing to joke that it was better than May’s cooking).

After he passed, it was not easy seeing May and Peter cope with his death. It wasn’t easy for them, either . And for Peter to share that place with you, now. It somehow managed to sting your eyes before salty tears started pouring their way out.

“Aww, bub don’t cry. I was only saying thank you.” He cooed, feeling his own tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He pulled you back into his arms as you sniffled. Slightly soaking a patch into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I know you miss him, I didn’t know what that place meant to you. I’m sorry.” You cried a little more into him. His chest tighted, something pulled at his heart strings as he watched you cry for his Uncle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of his death. You simply didn’t cope well with abrupt deaths.

“Sshh..it’s alright. Maybe he is happily looking over us right now.” He comforted, looking up towards the ceiling and imagining Ben, looking down on him with a smile on his face.

He hears the radio, a familiar tune dancing it’s way into his ears as he looks towards you. Taking a step back, and dropping his hands from you. You immediately miss his touch but before you could question his movements he offers you his hand. You look at him, confused before you recognise the familiar tune from the radio: Time after time by Cyndi Lauper.

“Dance with me, Y/n.” He says, with a smile so intoxicating that you couldn’t bring yourself to protest.

So you nod, taking his hand in yours as he twirls you around. A hand behind his back, the other above your head, spinning. Moving you out at an arms length and twirling you back in, flush against his chest and back again before he has you pressed against his chest, laughter filled with heavy breathing.

There is that look again, the soft smile, the puppy eyes with pupils blown out and…tenderness. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars. He licked his lips. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, slowly leaning in as if he were being cautious that a sudden movement would scare you away. You met him halfway, a hand at the back of his neck as dry lips met chapped ones.

It was gentle, and tender, like the ones writers describe in books. With butterflies in stomachs and fireworks and the smell of home mixed with him. You couldn’t think straight. Your lips danced against each other, perfectly fit before you were left gasping for air.

“Woah-”

“Wow-”

You both whispered, words overlapping against each other before Peter pulled you back in. It was more passionate this time. His arms enveloped you completely and you busied your hands into his hair, tugging and pulling before small groans were heard from Peter. He pressed against you as you started walking backwards till your back hit the kitchen counter. His hands were all over you, your neck, waist, hips.

He was all over you before you knew it, until a burning smell hit your nostrils and you gasped into his mouth. The chicken that you had forgotten to cover was now raging, the water overflowing out of the pot. Making a mess on the stove.

You broke away from Peter, gently pushing him away to grab the pot lid and slowing down the heat to stop the chicken from over cooking. As you looked back towards the brunette boy, who was still standing near the counter, touching his lips as if it weren’t there. You realised, you were in love with Peter Parker.

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Q&A

"I never knew you liked figure skating, Parker" - Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: Apologies for everything but yeah. I finally wrote shit, yay. As any figure skaters or anyone who went to stars on ice, I went and loved it so much. And anyone who went to the Q&A knows who Steve's character is based on, like half the stuff he says on ice is based off of him. Anyway, are any of you guys interested in Shadow and Bone? Binge watched it this week and oh my god, Kirigan. Anyways, Fic.

Warnings: Peter's a creep for a little bit, ice skating au, bad writing

You stretched, stepping off of the rink for a moment.

“You ready?” Steve asked, looking at the crowd in the seats above you. 

“Hopefully” You sighed. 

“It’s your first time, you should be excited” He nudged you. 

You gave a small chuckle. “Social anxiety, Steve, social anxiety.”

Steve’s coach walked over, and he handed one to you. “You signed up for this, no going back now” He said, giving you a smile. He skated over to the two stools set out in front of the crowd. 

He waved to the crowd, and you skated over. “Thank you all for coming early, guys!” Steve announced. “As I hope most of you know, I’m Steve Rogers, and this is my friend and teammate Y/n L/n” 

Steve gave you a small nudge that was noticeable to the crowd. 

“We’ll be answering questions for the next thirty or so minutes, or until our managers tell us we can do two more questions. Steve, you wanna pick first?” You said.

Almost a quarter of the crowd raised their hands. Steve picked someone, who asked, “How did you start skating?” 

Steve grinned. “I love this question. My friend invited me to a skating rink once, and I turned him down. He ended up meeting a girl there and the dated for a couple months, and I was really pissed, so I started taking lessons, and here I am now. And for the record, that friend is now two time Olympian and still one of my closest friends, James Barnes. Y/n?”

“You really should have told me that story before, that’s hilarious. I went to Disney on ice when I was like five, and then I begged my mom to let me learn how to skate until she did, and I kept running with it” You laughed. 

“Y/n, you wanna pick next?” Steve asked. You wanted to say no, but picked someone anyway. 

Up in the stands, Peter grinned as the Q&A started. 

“I never knew you liked figure skating, Parker” Tony joked. 

“She’s so hot” Peter whispered. 

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Don’t say anything stupid, I know the guy who owns the place.” 

Peter sighed. “Do you know if there’s a way I could talk to her afterward? In private?” “I could probably get you in there, yeah” Tony shrugged. 

Peter grinned. 

The questions and answers continued. 

Steve picked another hand. “What’s your favorite move, out of anything?”

“Oh, easy. Lunges, especially backward lunges. Hard to learn, but I love them. Especially when you turn from forward to backward. I think I do like, what, seven? In the whole show. I seriously love them.” Steve grinned.

“I think it’s a hard question, actually. But honestly, even though I have been to the olympics, I gotta say that it’s a waltz jump. I love waltz jumps, honestly.” You smiled.

Your manager gave you a nod, telling you that you were almost out of time. 

“Alright, guys, we’re almost out of time, but we can do a couple more questions.”

You picked the hand of a boy who had been raising his hand for almost half of the Q&A. 

“Can I have your number?” A man who you assumed was his father glared at him and whispered something angrily to him. You felt a bit nervous, you’d never had anyone act like that to you. 

Steve also was glaring at him, and put his arm around your shoulders, and answered for you. “Of course not. If anyone else wants to be creepy, feel free to leave.” He said angrily.

Your manager gestured toward the door near the rink. 

“And sorry for ending on that note guys, but we’re out of time, thank you for coming!” You said, still a bit nervous. You and Steve handed your microphones to his coach and you skated off quickly and put on your guards and headed behind the curtain and sat down, Steve coming in behind you.

“You okay?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine” 

“Alright. We have an hour, me and Buck are gonna find somewhere to eat so we can go after the show, wanna come?” He asked.

“I’m good, thanks though” You said, giving him a small smile, and he left. 

You sat down and sighed. You started to take off your jacket and when someone walked in. 

It was the boy. 

“Please get the- Please get out, the public isn’t supposed to be here, especially you and I’ll need to call security and you’ll be kicked out.” You said, tensing up. 

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and I really didn’t mean to sound that creepy, you’re just really pretty and-”

“Thanks and all, but that’s still weird, dude.” You said. 

“Wait, you don’t remember me?” He asked.

“Um- Obviously not?” You said nervously.

“We were friends as kids and then I moved. I’m Peter, remember me?” He asked. 

“Holy crap, Peter?” You asked.

You two had been friends in middle school, and you had crushed on him in middle school, and there he was, right in front of you.

“Yeah” He smiled. “Sorry again, that really did sound creepy.”

“Yeah, it did. But it’s really great to see you again” You smiled. “Quick question- Did you call me pretty to get my attention or-?”

Peter looked flustered. “I-I meant it. You look amazing when you’re in your element like that, and you’re super pretty” 

You blushed. “I crushed on you in middle school, why don’t we see if I still feel the same?” You smiled, walking up to him, even though it was a bit awkward because, with your skates on, you were taller than him. 

“I really like the sound of that” He smirked, and he stood on his tiptoes to reach up to you, and he kissed you.

[silkscream]

can you do something where reader is a shy girl with strict parents and peter is a jock but they’re secretly dating and she sneaks out to meet him? ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOURE LITERALLY AWESOME

My Kind Of Woman

pairing: jock!peter parker x reader

synopsis: you sneak out of your house to see your boyfriend.

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of sex, tooth-rotting fluff

wc: 1.1k

a/n: halfway through writing this one of my favorite love songs came on so of course, i mentioned it. this was very fun to write, i hope you like it <3

Your mother would kill you right now if she saw you.

Sure, you’d taken gymnastics when you were a child, so you could hold your balance and you were flexible enough. You didn’t believe Peter when he praised you for that with a wink, to which your face would heat up automatically. You were no gymnast anymore, so god forbid, if you were to fall off the ladder from this fire scape right now, you figure that you’ll just blame your boyfriend for your inevitable death. At least Peter knows what music to play at your funeral.

“Hmph,” you huff, when you kick your legs up to the platform, tangled limbs crossing over one another as if you’re on a jungle gym.

It’s even more nerve-wracking that you aren’t dressed for the athletic occasion — Dr. Marten boots and a skater skirt didn’t do much to help your case except flashing your ass to whatever poor soul decided to stalk through the alleyway below Peter’s building.

Although you were frustrated, the thrill of the night did catch up to your romanticized visions of teenage adventure. All thanks to your jock boyfriend. It was cliche — Peter managed to climb the social ladder by joining the basketball team last year and was bizarrely good for someone who’d always gotten picked on in middle school for his geekish puns and awkward lankiness. He was still the nerd, always at the top of his class, but girls looked at him differently than they used to during freshman year.

You, on the other hand, have always kept to yourself. You had MJ to thank for introducing you to Peter. After a party eight months ago, Peter decided to take you home after he found you drunk, cooped up by yourself in Flash’s bedroom slashing his shirts with scissors. It served him right for making a pass at you and allowing one of his henchmen to slur misogynistic remarks right after.

Peter admired your courage (despite it being born out of pettiness), and also your face, so naturally, he kissed you at your doorstep. He’s been attached to your hip ever since.

“Babe!” A hushed shriek above you. You look up to see a familiar mop of brown curls and a thin-lipped smile beaming at you like he was the sun itself. “You’re doing really good, c’mon!”

You sigh and make your way up the stairs to your boyfriend. However, in a typical klutz manner, your untied shoelace gets stuck in between the railing and you slip off the step you’re on. Within milliseconds, your arched back snaps up like an elastic band when Peter’s web shoots itself to your abdomen and reels you up to his window.

“What the fuck? That was scarier than if I’d just fallen. There was a platform below me, you know,” you hiss at Peter.

The boy is blushing pink and cringing.

“Thanks, Spiderman,” you kiss his cheek.

“This isn’t supposed to be how you found out,” Peter tells you. You shrug.

“Oh no, I already knew.” You chuckle at the bewildered look on Peter’s face.

“You told me two days ago when you were drunk. You were like, ‘oh I’m soooo happy to have you, baby, even when I’m a sticky boy. I’m your sticky boy. I should web you to my bed.’ And I was like, what are you talking about, and you weren’t listening to me and kept going on about in bed you could role-play as Spiderman if I wanted and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Peter scolds, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. He seems to be sweating from embarrassment. “Jesus christ.”

“You gotta watch that dirty mouth, Parker. You might accidentally dox yourself,” you tease.

Before you can taunt him any further, Peter ushers you into his room and onto his bed. At the contact of his lips, you trail your fingers down the freckles adorning his jaw down to his collarbone. You sigh into his mouth like he’s the remedy to your thirst.

He descends down to the sweet spot on your neck, nose buried in your hair.

“Hmmuhmmmuphf,” he muffles into your skin.

“What?”

“Said I missed you.” He clears his throat and runs a hand across your scalp. “What’d you tell your mom?”

“MJ’s house for a project. She even called my mom for me.”

“Woooooow,” Peter muses, raising his eyebrows. “You little delinquent.”

“You’re kind of a bad influence on me.” You let out a small noise like that of a kitten’s when you feel Peter bite on your earlobe.

“You love it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I'm down on my hands and knees, beggin’ you please, baby, show me your world,” Peter sings along to the low speaker on his desk while he plays with your hair.

The twang of the guitar and the sight of your boyfriend singing along makes your heart flutter. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you play with one of Peter’s hoodie strings as he snakes an arm over your waist. Sometimes you forget that you can touch him when he looks the way he does — sharp jaw and crooked nose and porcelain skin.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Peter asks.

Sometimes it scares me how much I like you.

“You’re really fucking cute, is all,” you breathe. His face breaks into a smug smile.

“You’re cuter. Especially when you smile. I feel like your mood is kind of down tonight, baby.” Before you can respond, your breath hitches at the feeling of Peter’s large hand under your shirt. He quickly squeezes your love handles with his slender fingers, roaming your body with a feathery-light touch that makes your heart beat faster.

Your synapses are on fire… but not in a sexy way.

“Peter nonononono,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth so not to yell. Eventually, Peter’s body hovers over you completely, hands attacking your hips and your ribcage. Your face warms up with giggles as your body squirms.

“Quick question, if you could fuck any Avenger, who would it be?”

“Black Widow!” you shriek, howling in laughter. Peter looks at you with furrowed brows and a babyish pout.

“I’m supposed to be your favorite spider!” he retaliates to your comment by biting on your neck while still tickling, knee inching closer to your center. You shake with both arousal and hurried panic from the half-assed wrestling match.

“You have one more chance!”

“Okayokayokayokay OKAY I MEANT SPIDERMAN!”

Immediately, Peter stops. Your chest moves up and down as you breathe heavily. Peter rewards you with a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Aw, thank you, sweetheart,” Peter coos. He lays beside you and attacks your jaw with tiny pecks. Squirming out of his grasp, you turn Peter over so that you’re straddling his lap and pinning his arms down. You get close enough to his face to see his dilated pupils and the messy little hairs of his raised brows.

“I’m gonna kill you with your own web-shooters one day.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

[heliads]

Hiyyyyaaaa! I was wondering if you could do a TASM Peter x Fem reader where the reader is a half-British American citizen, and like, she's a new student over at Midtown, and she's kind and empathetic and really sweet, but she's also witty, sarcastic and snarky (especially to Flash) - and like, she and Peter bond over Science class, and she invites him over to her place? And like, Peter arrives a little earlier than necessary, and he sees her skating at her home (yes make her that rich lol), and she's really good, and he's so stunned, and she's a little bashful but proud, but then her twin brother walks in, and is like, "So you're the first person to find out about the fact that she's training for the Regionals as a figure skater? Nice." And like, it's just cute fluff with Peter being dorky as he compliments her? Thank you in advance, Lisa!

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Peter Parker is staring. Again. He’s been trying to stop doing this, but it just isn’t working. How can he, after all, when the prettiest girl in the known universe is in his science class?

Peter thinks he’s managed to keep his staring on the down low, but he’s barely hazarded his third quick glance Y/N’s way before being reprimanded with a sharp poke to his shoulder. 

Rubbing his arm, Peter looks to his side so he can properly face his attacker. “What was that for?”

Gwen Stacy, his best friend and possibly the only person capable of saving him from engaging in egregious social faux pas such as the one he’s likely doing now, merely widens her eyes at him. 

“You’re being creepy again. Just ask her out already, you weirdo.”

Peter’s heart slams to a stop in his chest, and he frantically looks around the room to make sure nobody overheard. “Go ahead and shout that as loud as you can, why don’t you?”

Gwen rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not like anyone’s paying attention anyways. They’re all too busy trying not to fail or fall asleep.”

This is true, he can admit that. Belatedly, he realizes that he failed to deny a crucial part of Gwen’s earlier statement, and Peter hurries to correct himself now. 

“Also, I don’t like Y/N like that. I wouldn’t ask her on a date because I don’t feel the need to go on a date with her.”

Gwen actually laughs. “Yeah, right. You’re more interested in her than your base polymer notes, which is saying something.”

Peter pokes her in the shoulder for revenge. “Rude. Maybe I’m just bored and looking around the room for some sort of entertainment.”

“Or,” Gwen offers unhelpfully, “you have a really, really big crush on Y/N L/N and you can’t stop staring at her because you have the repressed emotions of a cloistered nun.”

Peter narrows his eyes at her. “Aren’t you supposed to be my friend? You know, supporting me instead of calling me a cloistered nun?”

Gwen shrugs. “I think I can do what I want. I would always support you, though, especially if you chose to do something about your crush instead of just peering at her from over your notes.”

Peter starts to respond to that, but his science teacher finally wakes up enough to start passing out papers and announces that they’ll be doing a partner lab. Peter turns to Gwen as per usual, expecting that they’ll be doing this together because that’s what they always do, but she just shakes her head. A vindictive light comes to life behind her eyes, which can only spell trouble for Peter. 

“Tell you what,” Gwen speculates, “I’m going to work with my friend Miles. You can work with Y/N if you need a partner, which I know you do.”

Peter stares at her in abject horror, but his friend seems unwilling to change her mind and spare him from this torment, so Peter gathers his strength up about him like a shield and goes to talk to Y/N. 

He starts off well, walking over confidently, but the second she turns to look at him expectantly Peter just shuts down. How did he think he could do this, anyway? This is Y/N, new British transfer student Y/N who came to Midtown just a couple of weeks ago and has managed to completely snatch his heart away in that time. She makes friends with an ease that astounds him, her science grades rival his own, she’s practically everything Peter could ever ask for. And he’s, what, supposed to ask her if they want to be partners? It sounds dorky even to him. 

However, he’s come too far to back down now. Peter clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to work together for the lab.”

Solid. Not the worst he could have done, but also not the best. Y/N considers him for a moment, then breaks out into a dazzling smile. 

“Sure, Peter, I think that sounds great.”

He is golden. He is golden and perfect and perhaps miracles do happen after all, because scarcely thirty seconds later Peter finds himself sitting side by side with Y/N, talking over lab instructions like they’ve worked together their entire life. Gwen keeps shooting him not so discreet thumbs ups across the room, which prompts Peter to do the same with her and Miles. Anything for some semblance of dignity. 

He even manages to surprise himself. Peter and Y/N work really well together, so much so that he finds himself wondering why he hasn’t partnered with her before. It’s like finding your school soulmate, the one person who studies exactly like you. He doesn’t even have to ask her to find something or double check a measurement, she already has. They scarcely have to talk at all, they just work in harmony.

That isn’t to say that Peter is silent. Far from it. He asks her questions about what life was like before she moved here, how she likes Midtown, all of that. Y/N has an answer for him every time, and often turns the interrogation back on him, inquiring about his favorite places in the city and what he does after school. A couple times, Peter has to quickly think of a way out of a conversation because she’s veering a little too close towards finding out that he could have a mask wearing, web slinging alter ego. 

Peter ends up liking her a lot, even more than when he was just admiring her from afar like some sort of bored Disney prince. Gwen won’t stop talking about how she’s so proud to have set them up and she expects a wedding invitation very soon, and for once, Peter doesn’t even mind her teasing. Also, now that Peter can approach Y/N without worry, Gwen can stop poking him in the shoulder all the time, which is great because that hurt. 

They’re working together on yet another lab one sunny afternoon, talking the class period away. It might be their fault that they don’t quite finish the reflections part of the assignment, but who cares?

Y/N raises her voice to speak above the bell as they start to pack up. “Hey, do you want to come over to my place after school to finish this up?”

Peter nods, trying to ignore the leap in his chest. He will be at Y/N’s place, at Y/N’s house, in Y/N’s life. This is the best possible outcome. 

“Sure, that would be nice. I can drop by around four.”

Y/N grabs her phone so she can text him her address. “See you then, Peter.”

Peter watches her disappear down the hall in blissful silence. “Yeah, see you then.”

He feels over the moon. Peter goes home practically clicking his heels together, and spends far too much time obsessing over his appearance (is his hair too messy? Obviously combed? Is his shirt appropriate for meeting a girl at her house for something that is not a date but could be, if the situation required?) before heading out the door again. Aunt May gives him grief about spending time with a girl, but that’s to be expected. 

Peter ends up taking the bus down, and walking the remaining couple of blocks. He is vaguely intimidated by the neighborhood, which is all whitewashed brick and immaculate lawns obviously not pruned and plucked by the actual owners. 

At last, after double checking the address in his phone a couple of times, Peter determines that he’s come to the right place. He sighs, rolls his shoulders like he’s about to fight a criminal, and starts up the front walkway. 

Peter only has to wait a couple of moments after ringing the doorbell before being greeted. His host isn’t Y/N, although he could have expected that. Peter built in plenty of extra time for the journey over to Y/N’s house in case he tripped or got lost or did something to mess himself up, just in case, and now he’s fairly early. 

Peter can tell that this must be Y/N’s brother even before the guy introduces himself. Y/N had mentioned a twin a couple of times before, the Castor to her Pollux and all that. This boy has the same shine to his eyes that Peter has admired in Y/N many times before, and when he smiles, his lips tug up in precisely the same way. 

Y/N’s brother doesn’t seem surprised to see him. “Y/N’s a little busy at the moment, but I’ve been given the all clear to take you in. Follow me.”

Peter nods, following the guy inside. He does his best to not gawk at the sheer size of the place, although it’s difficult. Peter is fairly certain that the entirety of Midtown High could camp out at this house if they so desired. 

Y/N’s twin talks at Peter over his shoulder as they walk. “I have to say, I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, Peter.”

Peter tries not to let this faze him, although internally, he’s totally freaking out. Y/N talks about him? What does she say?

“Only good things, I hope.” Peter says. 

The other boy cracks a smile. “Trust me, there are a lot of good things.”

They turn a corner, and Peter just starts to realize that the air is starting to get colder when Y/N’s brother flings open a door, revealing an ice rink just there in the house. Is this unusual? He thinks it is. 

However, Peter can’t spare much thought towards the rink itself, being far more concerned with the girl practicing on the frozen surface. It’s Y/N, of course it is, leaping and gliding as if she were half ice herself. Peter wonders if he looks half as graceful throwing himself off of skyscrapers during his nightly exercises as Spider-Man. He can only hope that he does. 

Dimly, Peter realizes that Y/N’s brother is watching him with a knowing smirk. He does his best to hide away any sign that he’s obviously crushing, but Peter fears that it may be a little too late for that. 

Y/N’s brother coughs pointedly. “You know, she’s never allowed anyone else to see her ice skating. Even I get told off if I watch for too long. She’s training for regionals, and says it’s super important. I’m surprised she’s so okay with you being here to see it.”

Despite what the boy says, Peter has a feeling that Y/N’s twin isn’t surprised, not in the slightest. Her brother lets Peter suffer for one last moment of anticipation, then gestures towards the rink. 

“I’ll leave you to it, I guess. If you break her heart, though—”

Peter can guess where this is going. “You’ll kill me?”

Her brother cracks a grin. “No, I have a feeling she’ll do that herself. Besides, I don’t think you’ll be breaking hearts anytime soon.”

Peter doesn’t either, but he doesn’t have time to say this before the other boy heads back down the hall, leaving Peter alone in the rink with Y/N. He walks slowly down to the edge, leaning with his elbows on the sides. 

Y/N skates up to him, cheeks slightly flushed from the exertion and the chill. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were here yet. Give me a moment and I’ll be right out.”

Peter shakes his head. “No worries, take your time.”

He’s got plenty of time, too. If what her brother said is true, and Peter is fairly sure that it is, he’s got a decent chance with Y/N after all. That alone is worth waiting for, and Peter wouldn’t give up the chance to see Y/N skate anyways. Maybe he’s crushing a little harder than he should. 

Peter thinks this, and then he looks back out at the rink, at the girl he likes who might just like him back. Forget school, forget patrols. Peter has everything he needs right here in front of him.

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PETER PARKER

love me, please

movie night shenanigans

late night adventures

TOM HOLLAND

tall reader

best week of your life

figure skater reader

soft mob!tom

sick reader x mob!tom

missed you

soulmate au

one of those days

single mom reader x teacher!tom

OWEN JOYNER

dare night

deep breath, do your job

i think not

BUDDIE 

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post 5x02 - buck pov 

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Hey hey hey munchkin cat anon here. im gonna be inhabiting this place for a while so feel free to call me Cat. I loved the peter parker fic! And i adore family fics, so perhaps a Clint Barton x son reader where reader is the oldest kid and is a figure skater but had to stop for like a year or two due to an injury. And now Clint and Natasha has made it their new job to keep reader happy because figure skating was his life. Have a nice day and don't feel pressured to do this! - Cat.

A/n: You can not imagine how excited I am to have a regular anon, like I saw this and started happy stimming. I'm really happy you liked the fic, but I don't know shit about skating so if I get anything wrong I'm sorry!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Clint Barton X Son reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Clint’s deaf, Past injury causing chronic disability, angst with a fluffy ending, Clint’s a good dad, Natasha’s a good aunt, crying

Word count: 1092

Clint could clearly remember the day Laura had informed him she was pregnant for the first time; it had been a little over 16 years ago.

He had cried while kissing her stomach, hope filling his heart at the idea of starting a small family with his beautiful wife.

His son had come to the world, E/c eyes wide and curious. He was a wonderful baby, hardly fussing, a total daddy’s boy.

The name they’d chosen was Y/n, fitting the little boy perfectly. He was a ball of energy, constantly running around, seemingly never tired.

The first time Clint took him ice skating it was like love at first sight for the child. No matter how many times he fell, he always got back up. He practiced until he was perfect, joining competitive ice skating as soon as he was old enough.

Clint and Laura, and eventually his siblings were at every meet, and soon enough Natasha has joined along, watching with pride as the boy nailed every move with perfection.

Ice skating had become his son’s life, from a young age he had declared that he’d be in the Olympics one day, and Clint believed him. The kid worked harder than most SHIELD agents he knew.

It was one competition that Clint couldn’t attend where everything had fallen apart. He’d been on a mission, awoken in middle of the night to the phones vibration, sweat sticking to his skin as he sleepily shoved a hearing aid in his ear and answered.

The sound of Laura’s panicked voice, thick with tears was enough to wake him up, heart pounding in his chest.

“What’s wrong baby?” Clint asked, holding the phone against his shoulder as he pulled on his pants, seeing Natasha sitting up in the other bed from the corner of his eye.

“Its Y/n.” Laura sniffled, taking a second to breathe. “At his competition he didn’t catch himself and landed wrong, he broke his ankle. The doctors said he may never going to skate again, and he isn’t moving or talking.” The woman whimpered, before muffled voices were heard over the phone.

“I know you’re on a mission, but Clint you need to come home.” Laura said quietly, another sniffle leaving her lips. Clint swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a second.

“Yeah, I’ll call Nick, mission was almost finished anyways. I’ll be there soon.” He soothed his wife, the two-bidding goodbye before hanging up.

It was a long few calls he had to make as he packed up and updated Natasha on what happened, his mind on his son who was lying in a hospital bed, his dreams crushed.

By the time he was on a jet back to the SHIELD base in his city it was approaching dawn, his nerves through the roof.

Time had passed as a blur as he drove to the hospital, not giving a damn about the laws as he sped. Laura was waiting for him by the front door by the time he arrived, eyes red and puffy, lips pulled into a frown.

Clint gave her a hug, pressing a kiss to her head with a soft ‘hey baby’ before pulling back.

“How’s Y/n doing?” He questioned softly, following behind his wife as she led him through the maze like halls of the hospital.

“He’s still not talking. Clint he’s devastated. You know how much ice skating meant to him.” Laura sighed, shaking her head, pausing in front of a door.

“He’s always been a daddy’s boy, so I’m hoping you can get through to him.” Clint nodded, before walking into the room. It had been a long one sided conversation with Y/n, he didn’t talk for 3 days after his injury, those were the worst days of his recovery.

A few months after the injury had occurred Natasha had been visiting, eyeing her nephew for a few moments before humming.

“Y/n, I know you can’t skate right now, but have you ever thought about training with your dad or I?” She questioned, tipping her head to the side.

Clint shot his best friend a look, and she only gave him a glare back.

Y/n looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at Natasha.

“Training with you guys?” He questioned, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Sure why not?” Y/n shrugged a bit, he’d been bored and wandering around aimlessly for months now, unsure what to do with himself now that he couldn’t skate.

Natasha grinned, eyes gleaming mischievously as she stood up.

“Go change and then meet us in the yard.” She ordered the teen, the boy giving a mock salute before following the orders.

Clint turned to his best friend, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are we training with my 16 year old son? He questioned, leaning back into the chair he was sitting in.

“It may not be skating, but it keeps his body and mind occupied, may give him a similar feeling skating gave him.” Natasha replied smoothly, giving him a cheeky grin that would look terrifying to anyone else.

Clint didn’t have time to reply as Y/n came stumbling down the stairs, giving his aunt and father a shy smile.

“I’m ready.” He offered quietly, following behind the two adults as they headed outside.

Clint and Natasha went easy on him his first day, making him do regular exercises and warm ups before showing him easy moves for hand to hand combat, which he surprisingly caught onto easily.

By the time they were finished, Y/n was grinning like an idiot, looking up at the two adults with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Can we do this every day?” He questioned, shifting from foot to foot. Clint looked at Natasha before back to his son.

“Of course, kiddo, tomorrow we start in the morning, I want to see you out here at 7.” Y/n didn’t complain, just happily hugged the two adults before heading to his room to change.

Natasha smirked and glanced over to Clint, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, you were right. Fuck off don’t look at me like that.” He whined, shoving his friend playfully as her smirk widened.

It wasn’t skating, but it was an alternative until Y/n could get back into the rink, and he seemed happy. That was all that mattered to Clint.

[annab-recs]

what i read this month - december '21

❀ = nsfw content, minors dni

note: i think i am going to split these by fandom now instead of type so let's see if i like that better haha

outer banks

rafe watching you train - @poguesarah

summary: utter fluff of rafe watching you skate and being an absolute adorable ice skater's boyfriend

headcanon, rafe cameron x ice skater!reader, genre: fluff

ghostin - @goldenroutledge

summary: a late-night conversation in the kitchen gives you insight into your situationship with rafe

blurb, rafe cameron x reader, genre: fluff

you. me. snowman. now. - @vintageobx

summary: snow in kildare county means you and jj have to play in it

blurb, jj maybank x reader, genre: fluff

resolution contreversy - @toriswrites

summary: you and pope have a dispute over new year's resolutions

blurb, pope heyward x reader

firework fear - @toriswrites

summary: jj comforts you to make your fear of loud noises more bearable

blurb, jj maybank x reader, genre: fluff

truth or dare - @toriswrites

summary: you dare rafe to kiss you

blurb, rafe cameron x reader, genre: fluff

marvel

hold my hand - @poguesarah

summary: in the aftermath of a fight, peter asks you to hold his hand

blurb, peter parker x reader, genre: angst/hurt comfort, contains slight no way home spoilers

this is going to sting a little - @poguesarah

summary: mj helps clean you up

blurb, michelle jones x reader, genre: fluff

get a mistletoe - @parkerpeter24

summary: peter's spider-man duties get in the way of him trying to get a gift for you

blurb, peter parker x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

just you and me - @waitimcomingtoo

summary: peter stays with you when you get hurt during a battle with the green goblin. written by a lover of les mis, teen wolf, and phoebe bridgers

oneshot, peter parker x reader, genre: angst, contains no way home spoilers

our jacket? - @poguesarah

summary: cute christmas shopping trip with mj

blurb, michelle jones x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

i saw you fall from the window, are you okay? - @parkerpeter24

summary: you and peter become friends after you overhear him talking while eating a churro on your fire escape

blurb, peter parker x reader, genre: fluff

i think the lock is frozen - @parkerpeter24

summary: you get trapped at the bank with spider-man

blurb, peter parker x reader, genre: fluff

don't ever let go of me - @parkerpeter24

summary: ice cream in the winter leads to freezing people seeking out the warmth of others

blurb, peter parker x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

christmas eve present - @poguesarah

summary: christmas eve with peter

blurb, peter parker x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

that'll cheer you up - @parkerpeter24

summary: peter is late for your date leaving you worried

blurb, peter parker x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

i can't go another year hiding this from you - @parkerpeter24

summary: peter pushes back patrolling to tell you something

blurb, peter parker x reader, genre: fluff

cheesy holiday movie - @parkerpeter24

summary: your first real date with peter

blurb, peter parker x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

you look so beautiful in the snow - @parkerpeter24

summary: peter visits you on your winter vacation

blurb, peter parker x reader, genre: fluff, contains minor no way home spoilers

the amazing spider-man

my worst nightmare - @parkerpeter24

summary: uncle ben tries to figure out a way to get you and peter to get along

blurb, peter parker x reader, enemies to lovers, genre: fluff/angst

the devil all the time

don't ever let go of me - @parkerpeter24

summary: morning cuddles with arvin

blurb, arvin russell x reader, genre: fluff

tom holland & co

christmas memories - @tom-softie

summary: your’s and tom’s families have spent every christmas together since you were 10. you have grown up together, and made many memories with one another. so when you tell him that you are moving to america, you use all your time together, remembering and sharing those memories. In between the reminiscing, you realize that there may be some hidden feelings.

series (on hiatus), childhood best friend!tom holland x reader, friends to lovers, christmas, genre: angst/fluff

❀ ex on the beach - @heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: eight months after your ugly breakup with tom, you find yourself stuck together for two whole weeks at a private beach house. just you, tom, some mutual friends, what could possibly go wrong?

series (completed), ex!tom holland x reader, genre: angst/fluff/smut

how much mistletoe did your brothers put up!? - @parkerpeter24

summary: to answer the question above, a whole bunch

blurb, tom holland x reader, christmas, genre: fluff

[thatoneguitargirl]

𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 | peter parker x reader

this chapter will be written 3rd person limited from the perspective of Peter. Sorry if that bothers you but I'm just trying out new things.

also did i write this chapter for the sole purpose of flexing my knowledge as an ex-figure skater. maybe...

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peter parker is entranced by the flawless moves of a figure skater at rockefeller center

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 IT WAS MID DECEMBER AND ROCKEFELLER CENTER WAS ALREADY DECKED OUT IN ITS HOLIDAY APPAREL.

One Peter Parker sat atop a building and looked down at the plaza. He had chased some robber through the underground subway station, and this was just where he happened to get off. He looked down at the skating rink to see slow skating couples, hand in hand.

It was cute. They just slowly glided next to each other. As he watched, he noticed someone skate to the middle of the rink and start spinning amongst themselves.

They entranced him. He watched closely as the person performed spinning jumps and backwards skating with fancy footwork. As the sun went down, he realized he needed to head home. But he’d be back tomorrow.

The next day, he waited, and the person arrived that the same time. He moved to sit on the building behind the tree and could finally make out the person. It was a teenage girl. Today, doing different tricks that before. With today including balancing on one skate with the other high in the air and balancing on one skate while crouching down with one leg straight out in front.

Peter didn’t know what it was, but something about her enticed him. Maybe it was the grace and precision in which she performed her moves. Maybe he was just truly awestruck. Either way, he was coming back to see her. But this time as himself. He needed to talk to her.

Another day, another figure skater. He quickly looks to see if she’s there and she’s already started practicing. He heads to the skate rental and the thought never crosses his mind that he doesn’t know how to skate. He puts the boots on and laces them as if they were regular shoes.

Big mistake. As soon as he steps out onto the ice, his ankles shake, but he grabs the edge and tries to hold himself up.

‘All I have to do is make it to the middle’ he thinks as he very awkwardly and slowly moves off the wall and towards the middle of the rink.

By this point, the girl had already turned to look at him struggling and chuckled to herself. Peter finally made it to her, and she stood waiting for him.

“Is this your first time skating?” She asks and Peter looks embarrassed.

“You can tell?”

The girl nods. “Well, I see you didn’t tie your laces tight enough. They should feel like the circulation is getting cut off. Makes it easier to skate,” She says. “Hi, I’m (Y/N)”

Peter tries to move towards her but falls. (Y/N) tells him to use his hands and knees to get up, and it works.

“Hi, I’m Peter”

“Nice to meet you, Peter”

Peter doesn’t know what to say next. He hadn’t thought this far in his plan. After a beat of silence he says, “What were those tricks you were doing? They looked really hard”

(Y/N) blushes. “They were just some practice skills my teacher told me to practice. I still need to tighten up the form on my salchow and my shooting the duck is still a little wobbly”

Peter raises an eyebrow, “Shooting the duck”

“I don’t know what it’s really called. That’s what my instructor calls it. Here I’ll show you”

(Y/N) backs up to make space for her “running” start. She skates forward, then lowers herself onto one leg with the other straight out in front. Her skate still on the ice, minimally changes direction before she stands up and says “ta-da”

Peter has his jaw down in awe. “You’re so talented” He says and (Y/N) brushes it off like it was nothing.

“We should get you off the ice, though. You can barely stand” She starts to skate away and waits for him off the ice while Peter waddles off. As soon as she steps off, she puts on her hard skate covers and walks to her skate bag.

“Why do you need those,” He asks.

(Y/N) looks down at her skates and holds them up. “What these? They’re so you don’t damage your skates when walking. Don’t want to ruin them, right?”

Peter nods like he knows what he’s talking about, but he’s honestly just confused.

“Let me give you a crash course on skate management. Although I doubt you’ll ever put on a pair of skates again,” She unlaces the boots from around her ankle and down to the toe.

“When you take off your skates, you have to dry them with a towel to wipe off the extra ice and to make sure they don’t rust. Then you put on these soft covers called soakers that get any of the extra water off of them”

Peter watches silently as she explains something he didn’t really care about. (Y/N) seemed to enjoy it though, so he let her speak about something she was passionate about while he nodded along.

Once she was done, she packs up to leave and walks Peter to the rental counter to return his skates.

“Today was really fun,” she remarks.

“Yeah, if you forget about the part where I didn’t actually know how to skate”

(Y/N) laughs and hands him a scrap of paper with something scrawled messily across it. “That’s my number. Text me or see me tomorrow. I’m here every day”

She starts off toward her home. “Bye Peter” she waves as walks away.

Peter looks down at the scrap of paper in front of him. Who knew that all you had to do to get the number of a skater girl is make a fool of yourself.

[xialing-gf]

ice to meet you (newt x reader)

Requested by anonymous: could you do an ice skater reader (like figure skating) and newt scamander fic? i just want it to be fluffy :)

Wc: 861

“You know, if I met you here, I would use the line ‘ice to meet you’ and hope you would instantly feel an unbearable attraction to me,” You spun in a circle gracefully on your skates, stopping in front of your boyfriend, Newt Scamander. Newt was very clearly struggling to maintain his balance while you were twisting and spinning in every which way as carefree as possible.

“You’re such a bugger, but you’re so unbelievably adorable when you make stupid jokes and skate at the same time,” Newt pulled you close to him, kissing you gently on the cheek, causing him to dangerously wobble on his skates. His coat and body warmth did heat up your body a bit and while you were worried that you both were going to spontaneously tip over and crack the ice.

“Honey, if you hold to me for a second longer, you might lose your balance,” You carefully untangled yourself from his arms and the second you separated from his body, you instantly missed his warmth. But then again, you couldn’t risk putting your brand new skates at risk of being hurt. The ice rink wasn’t as packed as it usually was, just as you predicted.

You knew this ice rink like the back of your hand. As a child, you came to this ice rink every weekend and would find it crowded with too many bodies and not enough space to attempt a flying sit spin so you began practicing properly Wednesdays after school when the rink was at its emptiest. You were one of the most advanced young athletes that practiced on the rink and you spent many years of your life devoting hours and hours and hours of your time to skate.

Unfortunately, magic called so you had to drop your dreams of skating in the Olympics to study at Hogwarts. In addition to learning magic, you met a very handsome, sweet boy by the name of Newt Scamander. You had planned on revisiting skating again after graduating Hogwarts but your time and attention voluntarily to your boyfriend.

Skating only popped up in your memory this winter, prompting you to nag Newt to go ice-skating at the rink with you. Fortunately, Newt was a considerate and kind boyfriend so he agreed to come with you even though he never learned how to skate. You had taught him a couple basic concepts of skating, such as how to maintain balance and skate without falling. He had clutched onto your arm tightly the first time you led him onto the rink.

Now, even if his balance wasn’t the best, he could at least travel across the ice without falling on his behind several times. Newt tired out quickly so he often watched you twirl and leap across the ice without taking many breaks. You seemed to be able to able to soar through the air smoother with him watching your every move. You had missed the sensation of your skates skimming against the ice and the chill bite of the winter air on the skin between your mittens and your jacket.

Ice skating had been your life since your childhood and as you were revisiting this performing art with Newt, you couldn’t help but think about how far you came from simply starting to skate.

“Heads up!” Newt shouted playfully as he picked up a handful of snow, aiming towards you as you attempted an Axel jump. As you landed gracefully on your skates, you felt a wet lump of snow land on your skates. You feigned an expression of anger as you skated towards Newt, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him around. He let out a yelp of protest but you refused to let go, enjoying his flustered expression.

Somehow, you didn’t consider that when you were spinning him around, he would get dizzy. As a result of being dizzy, Newt tripped over his skates and fell on his behind, dragging you down with him. You let out a squeal of surprise before you pulled yourself up, untangling your limbs from his. You helped him up, ignoring the strange glances people threw your way. Affection was best expressed through light-hearted teasing and pushing around; yet, while this type of affection was common between couples, people still believed that couples who gently nudged each other were having full-on arguments.

“You’re so clumsy,” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek as you clasped his hand, starting to slowly skate forward with him by your side. He pecked you on the cheek in response, holding your hand tighter as you both dodged inexperienced skaters.

“Of course I am. Aren’t one of the partners in figure skating supposed to be less agile than the other?” Newt joked, following your lead as you continued to guide him (more like drag him) across the ice rink.

“That’s not how figure skating works, but it’s cute that you consider yourself the clumsier partner,” You derisively replied, feeling strangely at peace with realizing how for the rest of your life, all the time you thought you’d spend ice-skating would be spent with somebody who cheered up your chilly heart.

~ 

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[manchurian-barnes]

Good Times (Peter Parker X Reader) Song-Fic.

Hey everybody this is my first attempt at a song based fic, but i heard this song and thought of Peter Parker, and had to attempt it.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

My Masterlist and  Requests are currently OPEN!

Good Times by All Time Low (The Song This Fic is based on) 

On a fault line, late night

Underneath the stars we came alive

And singing to the sky felt just right

I won’t forget the good times.

When the punks started picking fights

with the skater kids under city lights

Remember how we laughed ‘til we cried

I won’t forget the good times. 

Peter looked around the empty school auditorium skidding in breathing heavily, he was late to the dance, very late due to problems his alter ego had to step in to amend, but he was here now. Even though the dance was half an hour from finishing and the crowd of students was disappearing, he scanned the crowd in desperation, finding you there stood back against the wall looking round, flashing lights illuminated your outline. He walked over, “Im-Im so, so sorry I was late (y/n)..” He began ringing his hands together as your head snapped round to his attention. A smile appearing on your lips as you leaned forwards, “You’re not late Parker, the nights just begun.” You whispered to him was you took his hand and began to run pulling him behind you. He looked forwards in awe at the girl letting her beautifully done hair fall as she ran out the building pulling him behind her, out into the city letting herself become illuminated by star light. He wondered how he got so lucky as to have you.

He spun you around, before he dipped you backwards, both of your becoming inundated by laughter. Dancing round central park together, letting light from the city just barely illuminate the two of them. “I love you Peter Parker.” You breathed in an easy whisper, he stopped looking at you wide eyed, before breaking into the brightest smile you had ever seen, “I love you too, (y/n) (y/l/n).” He said slowly, pulling your hands forwards, bringing you towards him, and holding you. He brought his lips to your forehead placing a warm kiss there, his grip becoming tighter, heart swelling. He wanted to have this moment forever.

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

I won’t forget the good times.

He turned his head after feeling a rolled up bit of paper hit the back of his head. He looked around the class room to see you. A blush rose to his cheeks, as you winked at him and indicated to the paper. He picked it up to see your messy handwriting. ‘I’m attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force…’ He let out a loud laugh, looking back up at you shaking his head, before writing a note back to you. ‘is there a magnet in here, cause I’m attracted to you baby’ He tossed it back to you, watching as you read it and nearly fell back in laughter. “Something you would like to share with the whole class miss (y/l/n)?” The teacher interrupted and popped the bubble the two of you had created, “Uh, yeah, sure…” you stood up, looking around the class and directly at Peter, “Are you a compound of Beryllium and Barium? Because you’re a total BaBe.” you said to him, unwavering, making him turn redder, before you were sent out of the class towards detention, as you passed Peters desk you gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Worth it.” You whispered to him. He raised his hand slowly to his burning cheek.

We were bare-knuckled, tight lip

Middle fingers up, ego trip

Devil may care but we didn’t mind

I won’t forget the good times.

We’re the boys in black smoking cigarettes

Chasing girls who didn’t know love yet

As the bonfire moon came down

I won’t forget the good times.

Your body was moving back from his, one hand holding his, the other holding the red cup signifying a high school party. Peter looked up into your eyes, seeing the mischievous glint in them. He followed you blindly, letting the loud music rattle against him. You backed into the packed back yard of the house pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, “What are we doing (y/n)?!” I shouted over the music, bumping his nose down against yours, “Having fun Pete!” You cheered back. “We should head off its late-” He began before you spun, he went from facing the yard to facing the house, “Wasn’t the answer I was looking for-” You told him, before pushing his shoulders, making him fall backwards before hitting water, going under into a pool. He kicked up coming to the surface, “(y/n)!” He yelled at you, before you walked of the pools edge, kneeling down as he rose up smashing into a kiss, before pulling you into the water with him. “Peter!” You screamed.

When we laughed

When we cried

Those were the days

We owned the nights

Locked away

Lost in time I found the nerve

To say that

“Peter?” You stood up off you’re bed opening your window, pulling his beaten figure in, propping him up against your bed. “Babe..” You whispered, running off to get a first aid kit and an ice pack. He fell back letting out weak breaths. “I beat em’” He told you weakly, as you skidded to your knees pulling at his suit and mask, before starting to gently heal him in silence. He looked up at your face, watching as tears ran down it. “(y/n)?” He asked as you began to finish, cupping your cheek. “Im okay-” “I know, I know Pete, You know I love you being spider-man…but, I hate you getting hurt..” you whispered to him in a shaky breath, before he pulling you into a careful hug. “What if one day spider-man goes to fight and Peter Parker doesn’t come home?” you sobbed slightly, he hushed you, playing with your hair, and kissing the top of your head. “I-I’m always going to try and come home to you..” he whispered. Your head looked back up, eye to eye with him. “What if you don’t?” You asked again, “-then remember all the good times (y/n).” He whispered, before he kissed you, pulling you against himself. 

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

I won’t forget the good times.

You were sat with your head on Peter’s shoulder, arms interlinked and hands intertwined. Looking out over a busy street in queens. Him in his suit, without his mask on, and you wrapped in his midtown sweater. “This is my favorite part.” You told him, before he looked down at you, “Favorite part?” He repeated asking you for more. “This is my favorite part of being with you Peter.” You told him, chin tilting up, “Just being with you.” You said softly, your hand went up to his cheek, before brushing floppy curls out of his face. “We aren’t even doing anything…” He murmured, leaning into your touch. “I know, but, this is one of the good times, because I just get to be with you Peter.” You sighed, leaning your head back against his shoulder, he stood up though, looking out over the city. “…Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling his mask over his face, pulling you hand up and snaking hi right hand round your waist. “What are you doing?” You asked him, as you heard his web shooter go off. “trying to have a good time.” He mused before they two of you swung off through the city. Your screams of happiness making him laugh as he maneuvered both of you up to a skyscraper rooftop. He set you down looking at your windswept being. “You won’t ever forget that will you?” He chuckled, as you ripped his mask off, “You’re crazy.” you sighed as he lifted you, making your legs wrap around his waist, letting you look down at him. “Crazy about you.” He stated, “Dork.” You sighed, before he kissed you again. You pulled away and looked up at the city sunset.

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

“Hey Peter?” you asked him quietly, “Do you think your going to remember all of these moments with me?” You questions softly. “(y/n)…” He hummed.

“I won’t forget the good times.”

[fncreature]

Flip

A bad jump, a cute boy, what could go wrong?

A/n: Remember that post about ice skating AUs? Here we go, I'm actually super proud of this. Also if any skaters read this then they're probably Freeskate 2-3

You stepped onto the rink to see the cutest boy you had ever seen.

He was just doing laps, so he was in the same session as you, he had gotten on the ice a couple minutes before you. You did a few laps, and then signed in and set your water bottle down.

You turned to continue skating and then you realized the boy was right behind you. Gorgeous brown eyes and cute brown curls.

He reminded you of that girl that was on your sessions sometimes, he would always smile when he looked at you, but his didn’t seem fake.

You left your jacket on the side, and swiped your keyfob. The rink had special ones for the music systems so you could do your programs. You tied the cloth belt around your waist so people would know not to get in your way while doing your program.

You got into your starting position, waited for your music to start, then worked through your program.

You finished, out of breath, took a sip of water, and noticed the boy skating over to you.

“Hey, um, that was really good” He said.

“Thanks. Anything I should do better?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah I think you could get a bit higher on your flip, and maybe add some arms on the way down the ice with your lunge” He offered.

“Yeah, I’ve been planning to add arms to the lunge. But you’re right, my flip needs work”

“I’m Peter by the way” Peter said awkwardly.

“Y/n” You told him.

“Hey, um, who’s your coach? Mine’s pretty good teaching flips so you should try to schedule something”

“I have Jamie” You told him.

“Try to schedule something with Coach Brandon, he’s my coach” Peter said.

“I might. Thanks for the help, Peter. Mind if I watch you run yours?” You asked.

“Uh-uhm, okay” He said nervously, setting his jacket down next to you, and grabbing the belt, swiping his key fob, amd getting into his starting position. He was pretty good, his flip was great, but you noted that his spin was kind of wobbly and to short. And something felt off about it. Something was missing.

He skated back to you, and asked, “Well?” “I think your spin was a bit wobbly and short, but that’s it. But I feel like something’s missing from it, y’know?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I felt that too” He said.

Then it hit you.

“It shouldn’t be a solo” You said. “You should find someone and make it a duet.” “That’s a great idea!” He smiled. “ Would you mind helping me figure some of it out now?”

“I would, but I’m a leftie. It wouldn’t work as well.”

His face lit up. “Yes it would, c’mon!”

You followed him over to the corner where you did jumps.

“So I’ll move my flip over here” He traced the outside of the right circle. “And you should go here” He traced the far end of the left circle with his marker.

“Frick, you’re right. We should do a duet.” You said

Peter smiled. “Okay, let’s start from the top.

~

“So, we should probably choose costumes” Peter said.

“Oh” You mumbled. “We probably should, yeah”

“Any color ideas?” He asked.

You laughed a bit. “You should choose colors. I either choose neutrals or blue”

“What do you think about red? Maybe I could do like a maroon shirt with black pants, would that look good?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, red’ll work. And the maroon shirt is a great idea, Pete” You told him. “I guess I need to find a dress now”

He enjoyed watching over your shoulder as you looked through dresses. He commented on a few he liked, many he hated. You both agreed on one, so that was the one you choose.

But Peter’s favorite thing, that was your dress rehearsals. Especially for the duet.

He would never tell you this, but he loved the way you looked in your dress. He loved the fact that you two got to hold hands in the start and end. He loved it all, and he loved you.

People would say that love is a strong word.

It is, really. And it’s accurate, describing how Peter feels about you.

And you loved Peter’s rehearsals. Especially the duet, for the same reasons.

He loved you.

And you loved him too.

And neither of you was ready to confess.

You two had the summer show coming up. So Peter decided.

~

The program went well. Peter loved it, so did you.

You grabbed his hand for the end, you two got into your ending pose, and the music ended.

You were about to smile at Peter and curtsy. You got as far as looking his way before he kissed you. He was about to pull away when you kissed him back.The applause in the background sounded like thunder now. You pulled away, curtsied, Peter bowed, and the two of you skated off of the rink.

You let go of his hand to pull on your guards.

“So I did that” Peter said.

“You did” You remarked.

“So, um- Did you-”

“You need more practice but it was great” You told him.

“The-the program or the kiss?” He asked.

“Both” You smiled at him.

“So-”

You cut him off by kissing him again.

[heliads]

Peter Parker Masterlist (Andrew Garfield)

Angelic - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Avenger reader? Reader is a Hydra experiment turned Avenger who has hawk wings. The closest thing she has to a family is the Avengers. She meets Peter and starts dating him.” Imagine

Dating Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker Would Include... Headcanons

The Truth is a Matter of Circumstance - Based on this request: “male reader with reality warping powers. Peter and reader go to fight and a villain gets into peters head telling him that reader is a powerful reality warper and the relationship is not real. Peter asks reader did he reality warp their relationship and it starts a argument where the reader starts losing control” Imagine

To Work Out - Based on this request: “Tasm!Peter x m!reader who is just as smart as Peter, both of them being busy with their own stuff they are never available when the other is so that pushes them away from each other until they eventually break up. With the breakup reader devoted his attention to his work and made something out of himself and is now very successful and bumps into Peter one day” Imagine

Waiting For It - Based on this request: “Tasm!Peter x male reader with telepathy and telekinesis. They patrol together, since reader is a telepath he picks up on peter crushing on him the whole night and waits for him to ask but he doesn’t which leaves reader confused” Imagine

The Process of Mourning - Based on this request: “Andrew!Peter x male reader. reader and Peter have been best friends since childhood. reader always had a crush on Peter. Peter got with Gwen. after she died reader comforted him and Peter made a move on reader which caused reader to blow up on him cause he thinks he just wants to distract himself from losing Gwen but it turns out he does really like the reader” Imagine

Dating Peter Parker and Being a Figure Skater Would Include... Headcanons

Time Complaints - Based on this request: “ Andrew!peter x male reader where reader feels like their drifting so reader starts inviting Peter to places and gets stood up and reader brings this up and basically expresses how they feel and Peter is too busy working until reader asks if he wants to break up” Imagine

Backstage - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) with prompt 19 (’How’s the prettiest person in the world doing? I don’t know, how are you?’) Peter is dating fem reader, who’s the lead singer of a rock band. Reader gives him a backstage pass to a concert so he can meet her bandmates.” Imagine

I Won’t, I Will - Based on this request: “Peter Parker [T.A.S.M] x reader with the prompts number 12, 23, 27 (’You are the only person who has ever made me smile,’ ‘I’ll wait for you. However long it takes,’ and ‘I am so terrified of losing you that I don’t even know what to do with myself.’)” Imagine

For So Long - Based on this request: “tasm Peter Parker. reader’s spiderwoman in her universe, and she lost her Peter. They’re very wary of each other at first, then eventually have some fun banter. They go to Peter’s apartment, but this is *exactly* where her Peter used to live. Peter has to remove her mask, and he’s just so shocked and they basically hold each other?” Imagine

Birthday Blues - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x fem reader. The reader and Peter are engaged. The reader’s twin sister and her husband have a son who’s turning 1, and everyone is throwing him a birthday party. Peter is in charge of buying the cake. Peter has to put on his Spider-Man suit and stop a robbery, and he isn’t able to make it to the bakery before it closes. He bakes a cake.” Imagine

Like a Daydream (Part One) (Part Two) - Based on this request: “A Peter Parker oneshot where the reader can put people to sleep with her touch, but she’s got something against the Avengers. Spider-Man isn’t really involved with the Avengers but still helps them out, so they’re enemies. Yet she and Peter are friends in their normal lives, not knowing each other’s secrets” Imagine

Hopeful - Based on this request: “TASM Peter x Fem reader where reader is a half-British American citizen and a new student at Midtown. She and Peter bond over Science class, and she invites him over to her place? Peter arrives a little early, and he sees her skating at her home and he's so stunned?” Imagine

Sweet as Cinnamon - Based on this request: “tasm!peter x fem!reader songfic for radio by lana del rey? reader's a singer who's finally "made it" and feels like she's finally worth something now that her songs are playing on the radio. she's never felt like she's deserved peter's love and thought that once she became famous she would finally be worthy of him. now she's gotten wrapped up in fame, peter feels like he's lost the "true y/n”.” Imagine

In Your Corner - Based on this request: “tasm Peter Parker x tony stark’s daughter!reader!” Imagine

Our Love Is... - Based on this request: “Reader and Peter are in their 20’s and live in the same apartment building. He is a photographer. She’s starring in a production of Heathers: The Musical.” Imagine

Finding You - Based on this request: “tasm Peter Parker x avenger! Reader is Thor and Loki’s younger sister!” Imagine

Fighting Fire With Fire (Part One) (Part Two) - Based on this request: “Andrew Garfield's Spiderman where reader is snarky and confident, and she figures out his secret, surprising him in the suit, he gets distracted, some villain tries to attack him, but reader defends him because she has pyrokinesis?” Imagine

Peter Parker Dating Dance Instructor!Reader Would Include... - Based on this request: “headcanons for Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield). He’s a photographer. He needs to take dance lessons. The female reader, a local dance instructor, teaches him how to dance. They start dating.” Headcanons

Char - Based on this request: “Andrew Garfield Spider-Man x fem reader where she accidentally reveals that she has pyrokinesis because she saved him after he got surprised with an overwhelming attack?” Imagine

Doing Couples Costumes with Peter Parker Would Include... - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) headcanons where they went to a Halloween party when they started dating and they dressed as Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse.” Headcanons

Peter Parker Crushing on Musician!Reader Would Include... - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) has a crush on a local musician. He has always wanted to go to a gig but never could because Spider-Man stuff got in the way. He finally has the chance to go to a gig.” Headcanons

She’s Fast and He’s Weird - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (TASM) x Avenger reader. Reader replaces Pietro Maximoff and is Quicksilver. Y/N saves people from a burning building. Peter Parker, a photographer for The Daily Bugle, is taking pictures of the fire. Y/N goes to a coffee shop when Peter is there and recognizes him from the robbery. They start dating. Later, Y/N finds out that Peter is Spider-Man because his mask ripped in a fight.” Imagine

Red Hot, Red Dress - Based on this request: “Can you do a Peter Parker songfic based on Seein’ Red by Dustin Lynch? Peter is a photographer for The Daily Bugle. The reader is a dance teacher and works at a studio in New York. They’re dating but haven’t had their first kiss yet. He takes her on a date. She wears a red dress and red lipstick. They have their first kiss in her car.” Imagine

Home Is Where... - Based on this request for my 3k celebration: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) with prompt 9? Peter and reader are dating. They live together. She’s an author and working on her third book.” Imagine

Clarity - Based on this request: “another avenger!reader x andrew garfield’s peter parker fic???" Imagine

Lionheart - Based on this request for my 3k celebration: “prompt 4 or 17 with Andrew Garfield peter parker x intelligent, charismatic, and a bit standoffish fem reader. She is a consigliere of an infamous Italian mafia, and when she's about to ask him out she finds out he's spiderman? Imagine

Two Sides (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) - Based on this request: “avenger!reader x andrew garfield’s peter parker?” Multi-Part Imagine

Skatepark Surprises - Based on this request: “MEETING AT THE SKATEPARK WITH ANDREW GARFIELD PETER PARKER!” Imagine

Dating Peter Parker and Loving Movies Would Include... - Based on this request: “Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) has a crush on a girl who loves movies. He runs into her at a Halloween party and asks her out.” Headcanons

A Fiery Heart - Based on this request: “Female reader is dating Peter (Andrew Garfield) and goes to the same school as him. She gets into a freak accident and becomes the superhero known as Blaze. She has fire powers.” Imagine

Mysteries of the Mob - Based on this request: “Daughter of the Mob Boss AU w Andrew Garfield Peter Parker?” Imagine

The Two of Us - Based on this request: “Andrew Garfield Peter sees her in the subway and thinks she’s really pretty. they become partners in anti-crime and good “friends” irl but there’s a lady bug and chat noir situation where she’s in love with him and he’s in love with her superhero persona.” Imagine

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Hey remember that post about Ice Skating AUs? Guess what's coming later :)