bethiebunnie

[circecallen]

Mistaken

summary: wrong peter

warnings: none

word count: 450

After helping to evacuate the entire building, you climb to the top floor. You watch as the fire slowly rises, engulfing the hundreds of glass windows. After making sure everyone is safe, you signal for the helicopter to take off.

-Spiderman will come for me- you assure the pilot, hiding a smile. Pretending you don't know that your friend is hiding behind the superhero mask is still funny to you, even though it's been several months. You look to your right and see a small figure growing larger and large. Clinging to one of the windows, your friend scans the interior of the floor.

-Everything OK? - he asks when he reaches the top level. With a hop, he stands next to you. You nod-. Thank you for your help. I'll take you home- he gestures for you to hold on to him. The building is surrounded by policies. The whole street is full of cars and vans. Despite the event, the night is beautiful. A group of people armed with guns had entered the offices with the intention of stealing the company's formula. Spiderman had arrived in time and although no one had been hurt, one of the group had lit a fire before being caught. Luckily, everything had turned out well, thanks to spiderman.

-Thanks Peter- he makes a sudden movement.  

-What?- he asks in a hoarse voice.

-What? - you repeat, watching helplessly as cars pass underneath you. The cars start to move away as Peter approaches the top of the bridge.

-How do you know my name?-

-What do you mean, how do I know your name? Peter, what are you saying? Besides, this way doesn't go to my…- putting a hand to your mouth, he approaches you.

-Please stop repeating my name- you frown. Staring at him through the mask, you could swear he's staring back at you.

-Who are you?- Sighing, he runs a hand down the back of his neck.

-I'm Peter- he removes his mask. When you see his brown hair, you think it's all a joke and your Peter was just trying to tease you, but when his eyes return your gaze, you hold your breath. Your pupils move from side to side rapidly, taking in every detail of the face of the person in front of you.

-Where did you come from? Where is my Peter?-

Peter observes you. You look puzzled, no less, he himself doesn't quite understand what's going on, but your eyes tell him you're calmed. Stretching his neck, he puts his mask back on.

-I don't know, but I'm going to find him. -He throws a spider web at the nearest building. -Are you coming?

[tonydadisbestdad]

Sweet Rage

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (prologue)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

When Peter goes through a rough break-up, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: none for this chapter but there will likely be alcohol mentions and smut later on

A/N: In this Peter and the reader are both in college and therefore over 18 in this. Also the chapters are going to be a lot longer this is just the prologue

Chapter 1

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You could hear him holding back his sobs as he explained everything that happened over the phone. How he had walked in on her with some other guy, the way he felt his heart shatter almost instantly. The way his voice broke made your heart ache. “Hey,” you started once he had run out of things to say and a heavy silence had taken over. “Come visit for the weekend. Take the train and you can stay with me. I’ll keep you company and distract you as much as you want, I can help you through this Peter. I think it would be good for you to get off campus for a while and away from anything that would remind you of her.” you could hear him sniffle and try to compose himself and it killed you to see your best friend in so much pain. Even this far apart since you’d ended up at different colleges, you two were as close as ever, and you hated being far away and unable to comfort him. “Yeah that sounds kinda nice” He said quietly, sounding unsure. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker I will drive down there and bring you here myself if I have to,” you said, managing to elicit a small laugh from him that caused a bit of warmth in your chest. 

“Alright then, I’ll book my train now,” he said, and you could have sworn you could hear a hint of a smile in his voice. 

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My Heart Went Boom

I combined a couple of requests from a couple of v v v lovey anons, I hope you guys don’t mind!:

1.  Hi!! I had an idea where the reader is in the library doing something and listening to music with headphones and she sees Peter Parker and Helpless from Hamilton comes on?? And it goes through their relationship please? Thank you if you can!!!!!

2.  If requests are still open, could you please do a really fluffy one with Peter Parker where you are not dating yet but are best friends and are cuddling while watching a movie and fall asleep together??? Thank you so much!!!!

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you guys for sending those requests in! I really hope you don’t mind me combining the prompts, but they fit together so nicely I couldn’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this piece!! ;u;

Pairing: Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 3303

Warnings: None

-Fifteen-

He’s been sitting there, across the room, for the past hour and a half, fidgeting and trying to study. He’s not getting much done and a few librarians have had to come by his table and ask him to quiet down. Almost every single time he would look up at me, we would lock eyes and then he would quickly look away like he’s embarrassed. I don’t know if he’s embarrassed to know that someone’s been watching him or if it’s the fact that he’s been shushed so many times, but it’s cute.

I’d look away but, the fact of the matter is, I don’t want to. His face is slightly angular and holds a soft attractiveness. His mannerisms are different from anyone I’ve ever seen before. I’ve been around people who are prone to fidgeting, but this is a whole new level. Both of his legs are bouncing, he’s tapping his pencil on the book he’s trying to read and he keeps flexing and relaxing the muscles in his shoulders. It’s like sitting down doesn’t agree with him at all and his entire body is protesting being sat in a chair for so long. He’s got his face all scrunched up in concentration and his hair is a little messy due to the amount of times he’s run his hand through it. Everything about him is just interesting.

He’s getting shushed for the fourth time as Right Hand Man is fading into A Winter’s Ball. He looks up at me, eyes wide, and I cover my mouth to muffle the giggle that slips past my lips. He immediately flushes and drops his gaze back to his book, tangling his fingers into his hair and I decide the lyrics of the song don’t fit him at all.

After a few moments of actual peace and quiet a sizeable explosion can be heard from outside and the entire library seems to shake, the windows rattling loudly. I pull my earbuds from my ears and look around the building, concerned for my fellow patrons, before looking back to the boy whom I had been staring at for nearly two hours, but he’s gone. It’s like he vanished in the ten seconds it took for me to look around.

A round of shouting outside prompts me to head to one of the windows to see what’s going on.

There’s a massive crowd gathered around a small crater in the middle of the street. There are about four cars turned on their sides from, what I would guess was, the force from the blast I’d heard previously. I don’t see anything that could have caused the explosion until I look up. Above the rooftops a glider circles the small patch of New York as if it’s looking for something, possibly someone.

There’s a blur of blue and red past the window and the glider practically dives after it. As it gets closer I find that it’s the Green Goblin. He must have modified the explosives he usually uses to be more powerful to draw attention to what he’s doing. He must really want someone’s attention.

The blue and red blur slows and finally solidifies enough for me to make out who it is. It’s Spiderman. That’s who the goblin was trying to draw out and that’s who he’s dive bombing right this second.

I watch in awe as he manages to dodge and sling back every single attack the Goblin threw at him. He’s incredible and I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from him. That is, until he lands on the outside wall of the building and the Green Goblin follows suit. I slowly back away from the window as the Goblin produces a bomb from his belt. As soon as Spiderman launches himself away from the wall I break out into a sprint away from where I was standing.

The blast propels me forward, knocking me to the floor. The force of the second explosion sends shelves toppling and books flying everywhere. I'm buried under a massive pile of books, but I can still see the fight. Spiderman continues to dance around the Goblin, flinging the occasional bookcase at him and webbing him up as much as possible when he has the chance.

Eventually he goes down, knocked out and webbed to the neck. Spiderman walks away from the scene triumphantly and I heave a sigh of relief. He disappears from my line of sight but, about two minutes later, I hear the pounding of feet headed in my direction.

Someone starts shifting the massive piles of books that's covering me. When it's gone I can finally take a full, deep breath again. I roll over onto my back to find the boy I had been looking at kneeling next to me. A look of relief flashes across his face when our eyes meet.

“You're okay.” I say sitting up from the pile, books shifting as I move.

“Yeah, I am, I guess. Why?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow slightly.

“After the explosion you disappeared for a bit. I got a little worried.”

“O-oh,” I watch as his face flushes and he looks away in an attempt to hide it. “Yeah, I, uh, I had to go use the, uh, the bathroom.” He pats his legs absentmindedly, nodding his head, seemingly pleased with his answer. “That is definitely where I was.”

“Okay,” I laugh at his response. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I extend my hand to him. “I figure I should introduce myself after staring at you for so long.”

“Sounds appropriate.” He chuckles in response and shakes my hand. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

--

I see a familiar face in the crowd. I can’t quite remember where I’ve seen them before, so I hang back at a newspaper stand so I can figure out who they are. They’ve got their head down, probably looking at a phone, but somehow they manage to avoid every single person in their path. When he finally looks up I finally recognize him and he grins at me.

“Peter!” I call, waving to him. He waves back and quickens his pace.

“It's good to see you, (Y/N).” He greets me with a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders.

“It's good to see you too!” I hug him back and relish the embrace. He smells like a campfire, lavender and pencil shavings, but in the best possible way.

“How have you been?” He asks, pulling away from me and holding my shoulders.

“I've been good! How are you?”

“I've been pretty okay. School’s been a little crazy, but nothing I can't handle.” He nods, satisfied with his answer.

“Well, that's good.” I laugh. “Where were you headed?”

“I was gonna try my luck at the library, but it's still closed for construction, so I decided to just walk in the other direction until I found something interesting.”

“Oh! I had no idea the library was still closed. Dang...”

“Yeah...”

“Hey, would you maybe want to hang out at my place? I don’t live too far away...”

“That actually sounds awesome.”

“Really? Cool, okay, well I just live about five blocks that wa-” My voice is drowned out by a loud chorus of shouting. Peter seems to be frozen in place as he looks around the block. “What is it?”

“Something’s coming.” He finally looks back to me. “I think you should head back home. It could get dangerous.”

“What about you?”

“I'll be fine, don't worry.” With his hands on my shoulders he turns my body around. “I just need you to be safe.”

“O-okay.” I grab his hand and scribble my phone number onto the back of it. “After whatever's happening is over, you call me and you let me know you're safe, okay?”

“Deal, now go.”

I quickly jog back to my apartment and park myself on the couch, phone in hand, to wait for his call. I wait for about half an hour before I get bored and try to distract myself by listening to Hamilton again. I pick up right where I left off at the end of A Winter’s Ball and Helpless immediately begins to play.

Leaning back into the sea of throw pillows I close my eyes and finally relax for a moment.

My phone vibrates and I immediately answer it. I rise from my seat, pulling my earbud from my ear and replacing it with the speaker of my phone.

“Hello?” I ask, my voice shaking ever so slightly. I pace the room hoping waiting for the response.

“(Y/N)?”

“Peter? Is that you?” I hear a quiet sigh on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry.” I sigh in relief and flop down onto the couch. “You went back to your place, right? You’re safe?”

“I’m good, yeah.”

“Thank goodness.” He sighs, relief evident in his voice.

“Y'know, the offer to come over still stands.”

“Does it now?” He sounds like he's smiling.

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna swing by we could watch a movie or something.” I shrug. “I dunno, it's all up to you now, Parker.”

I hear him laugh on his end. “Earlier, you said you lived a few blocks away?”

“I did yeah. If you just stay on that same sidewalk and keep walking straight you could be here in, probably, five minutes?”

“Sounds like an interesting proposition, (Y/N).” He says. “Guess I'll be there I feel five minutes.”

“I'll wait for you on the stoop!”

-Seventeen-

That afternoon turned into dozens of afternoons in the weeks to come. As we got to know each other better time seemed to fly faster. Before we knew it, two years had come and gone during our friendship.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think Peter was handsome. He's grown taller and his face has become more trim. He's grown into the angles he had when I first saw him. His eyes are bright most of the time, like he's finally found his passion. Most of the time I worry that he's met someone at his high school and left me for people who are closer to him. The most reassuring thing is when I see him ambling up my street and bounding up the stoop to the front door of my apartment building.

Today Peter convinced me to watch a quiet Ghibli movie, Whisper of the Heart, and as soon as the movie started he stretched himself out across the couch and rested his head in my lap. Absentmindedly, I started to comb my fingers through his hair and he was soon asleep.

I tried to make it through the movie, but it's been a long week at school and I just can't keep my eyes open.

--

Peter wakes up, groggy from his short nap. The unfamiliar strain of fingers in his hair reminds him of where he is. He doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he's glad he did. Something about being one of the few people to know what (Y/N) looks like when she's asleep warms his heart. In the most appropriate and platonic way, of course.

He always feels most comfortable around (Y/N). Something about the way she accepted him so readily that first day caused him to feel drawn to her. She's always been very understanding of his schedule and how it changes unexpectedly. She's never once questioned him having to cancel a get together and he's thankful for that.

Peter hates feeling like he has to keep Spiderman a secret from her. Knowing (Y/N), she'd probably accept him in a heartbeat and their relationship would be stronger for it. The only thing keeping him from telling her is his worry for her own safety. He worries that if she knew who he was, she would be in danger, and he couldn't live with himself if that were to happen.

Gently, he removes (Y/N)’s hands from his hair and rises from his entirely too comfortable spot on the couch. He doesn’t want to leave quite yet. He really, really doesn’t. Instead, he picks (Y/N) up and lays her down on the sofa before joining her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. Unconsciously, she snuggles into his chest and sighs quietly. He smiles happily to himself before drifting off to sleep.

-Nineteen-

“What’s got you so antsy, Pete?” I ask, gently taking Peter’s left hand in my right and lacing our fingers.

“Hmm?” He hums absentmindedly, turning his head to look at me. For some reason he never runs into anyone, regardless of whether or not he’s watching where he’s walking. “I’m sorry, my mind was somewhere else, did you say something?”

“You’ve been jumpy all day.” I furrow my brow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No-yes, it’s just...” He trails off, lifting his right hand to his mouth and biting at his thumbnail. “I don’t know how you’ll react.”

“We’ve been dating for nearly two years. I don’t think there’s much you could tell me that surprises me at this point.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, stopping us in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Why are you so worried about this?” I run my thumb over his knuckles. “Are you cheating on me or something?”

“What?! No! Of course not, (Y/N), you know I would never do that.”

“Then just tell me what’s going on.” I huff. “If it’s got you this worked up, then it has to be something important.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly. Once he’s calmed himself enough he pulls me across the street and into the alleyway next to a corner store with a flickering ‘open’ sign. When Peter determines that we’re far enough away from the public to actually talk to me he releases my hand and turns away from me, running his hands through his hair.

I open my mouth to speak but, before any sound can come out, I find my mouth covered with a weird, sticky webbing and my sound of horror is muffled by it. When I look at Peter he’s looking at me apprehensively. My eyebrows lower, unimpressed by his little show.

“I fmphinph nephit.” My words come out in a muffled mumble.

“What?” He asks. I roll my eyes in annoyance and point to my mouth. “Oh, right, sorry.” He manages to rip the webbing away without leaving any strings behind. “You were saying?”

“I said, I fucking knew it.”

“Wait, you knew?!”

“Yeah, you’re terrible at hiding your costume.” I have to suppress a laugh. “I mean really, you bring that backpack on every date we've ever gone on and you constantly wear shirts that are a little too small for you so when you stretch your arms over your head, I can see the red and blue part on your little tummy there.” I poke him in the stomach to prove my point.

“Okay, you've made your point.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me to his chest before moving his hands to my waist.

“Have I?” I place my hands on his chest and quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” His grip on my waist tightens. “Are you mad?”

“No. I know you had your reasons.”

He gently pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Thank you for understanding.”

“It’s in the girlfirend job description, Pete.” I feel a laugh rumble through his chest.

“Is it really?”

“Yup, must be understanding. It’s right under; incredibly generous and fantastic hugger.”

-Twenty Two-

“Where are you, Peter? You were supposed to meet me at my apartment fifteen minutes ago.”

“Sorry, there was a bank robbery and I got held up. I promise I’m on my right now.”

“You better be.” I grumble.

“You want me to pick you up?”

“What?”

“I could swing by and grab you if you wait for me on the stoop.”

“Wait, you mean actually swing by and grab me, don’t you.”

“What else would I mean?”

I sigh and shake my head. “I honestly don’t know.”

“So, do you want me to pick you up, or just meet you on the stoop like a normal boring person?” His tone is light and joking. I don't answer straight away, not entirely sure about what to do. “I'm two blocks away, so I kind of need an answer.”

“Are you sure it's safe?”

“Of course it is.” He says, sounding entirely confident. “I wouldn't have suggested it if it weren't.”

I sigh and stomp down the stairs, out the front door of the apartment building and out onto the stoop. “You better not drop me, Parker.”

I hear him chuckle before the line goes dead. I tuck my phone away in my purse and wait for him to “swing by” as he promised he would. It's not long before I hear a loud whooping and am quickly scooped up by the love of my life.

He holds me tight to him, his hand fastened securely around my waist. Just to ensure my safety, I wrap my arms around his neck before burying my face in his chest to avoid watching the blur of buildings and lights around us.

After a short time, we're standing on solid ground again. Regardless, I refuse to open my eyes.

Peter laughs and takes my hands in his. “You can open your eyes now, (Y/N), it's okay.”

“Nope, I refuse.”

“Okay,” I feel his arms move in what I'm guessing is a shrug. “But you're going to miss out on the view.”

“What?” I ask, cracking open one eye. I see a soft blurry glow surrounding Peter and I can't help myself opening both eyes. Behind Peter has to be the largest amount of candles I've ever seen in my life. Peter has his mask off and is looking at me expectantly. “Peter, what is this?”

“How long have we known each other?” He asks.

“Seven years.” I answer quietly.

“And how many of those years have I loved you?”

“Peter...”

“How many?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“All of them,” He squeezes my hands. “I have loved you all seven of them.” He sighs quietly and lets go of one of my hands before getting down on one knee. “I want to love you for as many years as I possibly can, so,”

“Peter, oh my gosh, what are you doing?”

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), will you marry me?” He asks, producing a simple ring from the collar of his suit.

I cover my mouth with my free hand, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, of course I will.”

He grins and slips the ring onto my finger before quickly standing up and hugging me, picking me up and twirling me around in the process. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

“Ditto, spider-dork.” I laugh and press a kiss to his cheek.

A flash goes off and both Peter and I look around, confused.

“Oh yeah, that’s going in the scrapbook.” A slightly electronic voice sounds to my right and Peter’s left.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter and I ask at the same time.

“What, you expected me to sit at home and wait for you to visit with the news after you told me you were proposing to your sweetheart? Sorry, kid, that’s not how I work.”

I roll my eyes and kiss Peter on the cheek one more time. “You’re lucky he’s cute, Mr. Stark, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with this nonsense.”

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[winchester-books]

Civil War

Based On: Captain America: Civil War

Characters: Reader x Spiderman, Iron Man, Black Widow, Bucky, Falcon, Black Panther

Warnings: Fighting, Minor Cussing

Word Count: 400

"Y/N, come on! Don't make me do this," Peter whined from across the inside of the airport.

"I'm not doing anything wrong Parker! There's only one of us that's on the wrong side of this battle and that's you!" You yelled as you lifted your hand, flinging a ball of fiery explosion which sent Black Panther flying across the room.

"Y/N, let's be smart about this, who's gonna win this fight?"

You scoffed, "Me. Obviously."

Peter shot a web at Sam, who fell to the ground.

"What the hell Peter?" You yelled as you threw a ball of fire at a car, blocking Nat from getting closer to Bucky, who was trying to stop Black Panther from killing him.

"Y/N I love you, but I've got a job to do!" Peter called out as he swung towards you.

You looked up at the sound of windows crashing above you and took your eyes off Peter, "Crap," you muttered as Iron Man busted through the windows and hurdled towards you. He reached out to grab you and you ducked just in time, Tony skidding onto the floor behind you.

With you distracted, Peter took his chance and shot a web toward you. He knew if he could just get control of your hands you wouldn't be able to cause any more damage.

You spun around and burned the web before it could get to you, "You're gonna have to do better than that Parker!"

You shot a fireball at a car near him, but he easily avoided the explosion, "Nice try sweetheart!" He yelled as he swung towards you once more.

You quickly ran towards Bucky, who was now pinned on the ground by Black Panther. You grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him off Bucky.

Black Panther quickly recovered and turned towards you, you threw a fireball at him and he quickly jumped out of the way. You looked around for Peter, spotting him next to a giant column, “Perfect,” you muttered to yourself.

You sent a fireball at the column next to him, at the same time, Peter shot several webs at you.

The column fell and Peter was stuck holding it up. Your victory was short lived as the webs he shot hit you square in the chest, sending you back into a wall and pinning your hands to our sides.

"Dammit," you both sighed in unison. For now, both of your fights were over.

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Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoy, I had so much fun writing my first Marvel imagine and I can’t wait to write more!

AKF💓

[imagineanythings]

Panic

Pairing: ReaderxPeter Parker

The reader gets a visitor at an inopportune time, but he helps her through it.

Warnings: anxiety mention

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You were sitting in bed hugging your knees when you heard a tap on the window. You closed your eyes, knowing who it was but partially hoping they’d just go away. You took shaky breaths in and out as you heard the tapping again. After a long moment of silence you heard the window slide open and the sound of someone’s feet landing softly on the floor of your room. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, only one person could get to your window anyway. You just sat there, breathing in and out, trying to release the tightness in your chest. You heard footsteps coming closer until you finally felt Peter’s presence beside you. He sat down on the bed next to you, not touching you or saying anything, waiting for you to make the first move. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, eyes red and puffy. “Hey there” he began, his voice soft and gentle so as not to freak you out. “Are you ok?” you just shrugged your shoulders in response. “Alright that’s ok, do you want to talk about anything, or I can hold you if you want, or just sit here with you,” He said, trying to hold your gaze as you let your eyes drift back to the floor. “Or I don’t have to stay at all I’m sorry, it was rude of me to just come in, if you need time alone I totally get that,” He began to ramble, eyes wide with panic. You cut him off in a quiet voice “No,” you said, eyes not leaving the floor, “Please stay,” you said and he nodded, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. “What can I do?” He asked, still searching for your eyes. You took a shaky deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Sorry,” you said, “really anxious, my chest is tight,” the words didn’t come easy, you felt like you were choking on them, “hold my hand?” you asked, hoping the slight physical contact would bring some relief. “Of course,” Peter shifted a bit closer to you and intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb instinctively moving in  comforting circles. 

As he sat there he could hear your heart racing, and your shallow, panicked breathing, he could feel your pulse through your skin. His heart ached to do more, to calm you down and provide the comfort and safety you needed, but he knew the only way to do that is to listen to you and give reassurance however you need it. So he sat there, holding your hand, listening to your rapid heartbeat, wishing he could do more. “It’s all going to be ok,” he whispered gently, “I promise you, I’m here and it’s all going to be ok,” he could see some of the tension leave your body with his words and he smiled softly. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” He said, watching you take a shaky deep breath. You continued to try and calm yourself, shifting so that you were facing him. You noticed the way his eyes lit up a little when you turned to him, a sign that you were starting to feel better. Your chest was still tight, you didn’t think you could get any words out the way you wanted to so instead you just slowly moved to him and curled up with your head in his lap. He understood what you wanted and silently started running his fingers through your hair, gentle and slow. You let out another deep breath and tried to focus all your thoughts on the way it felt to feel him there caring for you, tried to make yourself believe that nothing else mattered in that moment.

Slowly, you felt your chest begin to loosen up. You could take deeper, more fulfilling breaths and your heart no longer felt like it was going to explode. As you began to feel more comfortable your body began to let go of all the tension that had built up. A feeling of genuine safety washed over you, and you felt your eyelids getting heavy as sleep pulled at you. Knowing Peter was there to take care of you, you let yourself drift off, breathing in his scent, surrounded by his warmth and feeling the comfort of his touch.

[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: Alcohol mention

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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After lunch you and Peter walked back across campus together, shoulders touching, to watch a bit of a football game that a friend of yours was playing in. As you walked you began catching up about more mundane things, how May’s been doing, what college is like, all the basic things that had been put off by Peter’s recent heartbreak. You two continued to talk and laugh and you felt more at ease than you’d felt in a long time. When you got to the game you stood next to him, leaning on the fence with your elbows touching. You relished in the small bit of warmth as a cool fall breeze ran through the air, sending shivers down your spine. Peter felt your body shake and wordlessly put his coat around your shoulder, leaving him in just his thin hoodie. You smiled to yourself as his scent wrapped around you, a comfort you weren’t even aware you would enjoy. “Thank you, you know I run cold” you said, pulling the jacket around yourself a bit tighter. He just smiled and shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, I run warm anyway,” You two watched the rest of the game mostly in a comforting silence, cheering when appropriate but mostly just enjoying the closeness and comfort of such a mundane moment. At the end of the 3rd quarter you reluctantly left him to shower at your dorm before he got back. As you walked home alone you tried not to think about him, which was made extremely difficult by his coat that you were wrapped in, which was practically drowning you in his scent, clouding your thoughts and emptying your mind of anything that wasn’t him. You sighed and shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, trying to forget the way you thought you saw him blush as he gave you his jacket. 

As you got in the shower and let the hot water rush over you, you tried, for what felt like the millionth time since Friday, you tried to clear your head of him. You had never felt like this in high school, never felt your head so clouded or your stomach so twisted with confusion. You tried to let the steam and heat relax you and distract you from the way your head was spinning, but every time you closed your eyes it was only him. Particularly that night, almost 3 years ago now, alcohol on your breath, his lips on yours, his hands in your hair. The pit of guilt you both felt, the fear of jeopardizing your friendship, your insistence from that point on that you could never really see him that way, and your mutual agreement to pretend it never happened all ran through your mind at a mile a minute. But then you remembered what it felt like to fall asleep next to him, to feel his warmth and rhythmic breathing, and suddenly your thoughts weren’t racing anymore. They were moving slowly and delicately through your mind, allowing you to linger and get lost in them. You thought about the way he smiled at you as you ran off the field and into his arms, letting yourself for just a moment savor the way your heart skipped a beat when people immediately assumed you were dating. You tried to shake it all off before one final image entered your head and wiped it all away. You thought of him smiling at you as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, his scent suddenly the only thing you could focus on, along with his lingering warmth still upon the jacket. Your heart picked up speed as you felt something in you that you had long denied growing more and impossible to ignore. Rather than confront that now though, you abruptly turned off the water and grabbed your towel, letting the sting of the cold air consume your thoughts even just for a moment. 

You came back into your room to see Peter sitting on your bed, looking at all the posters and pictures on your wall. “Hey!” He said, turning and smiling at you. You adjusted your towel quickly, suddenly very conscious of the fact that you were fully naked underneath. “Hey.” You said with a bit of a forced smile, an attempt to conceal your nerves. Unsure what to do, you settled on moving towards your closet to try and find something to wear for going out. Peter seemed to understand and sat up a little straighter, “Sorry, I can leave if you want me to,” he said, clearly a bit less relaxed than he was moments before. 

“No, um, it’s alright, I mean, I can keep it discreet, you won’t see anything you haven’t seen before,” you attempted a slight joke, looking over your shoulder to see him blushing a bit and looking away.

“Alright,” he said with a slight chuckle, “If you say so,” You tried to preserve your modesty by keeping yourself covered with a towel as you put on your bra and underwear. It took pretty much every ounce of your willpower not to turn around and see if he was watching. You pulled on your favorite pair of ripped jeans and started pulling out various tank tops that might look good. You turned to get Peter’s opinion and you could have sworn he had just looked away moments before, suddenly trying to divert his attention elsewhere. “Ok I could actually use your help deciding what to wear,” you said, holding up a few different shirts. He looked back towards you, looking momentarily shaken but he quickly sat up a bit more and showed he was paying attention. “Alright, let’s see the options,” He said with a smile. You pulled on one shirt after another, all being met with mediocre albeit supportive responses from Peter. Finally, you tried on a black tank top with a bit of lace along the neckline. At first he didn’t say anything, just stared kind of blankly and you took that as a negative response and moved to take it off. “No!” He blurted out suddenly, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “You look...” he trailed off for a moment, searching for the words, “I mean... you look... hot,” he finally breathed out, you tried to hide your blush and embarrassment with a small laugh, “Alright, this one it is,” you said, putting the other options away, trying to ignore the fact that you could feel his eyes still intently watching you. 

You turned away as he changed, occasionally stealing glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking. Once he assured you that he was covered up, you started on your makeup. To your surprise, Peter sat behind you, peering over your shoulder, seemingly mesmerized by what you were doing. “Why do you wear all this? I mean it looks great, but you’re already so beautiful without it. Plus you barely notice half of this stuff anyways.” he said, and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that he called you beautiful, despite the fact that he glossed over it as if it were completely normal for him to say that. You blushed a bit, “I guess it just makes me feel more confident,” trying to play things cool, you attempted a chill shrug and moved on to your lips. “Whoa...” he said, his eyes wide and focused fully on your lips, “That stuff’s crazy,” you let out a small giggle, making it difficult to keep your hand steady. 

“What? Lip gloss?” You asked and he nodded, moving even closer to look.

“Yeah, it’s just so shiny and it makes your lips look so...” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your lips, his mouth practically hanging open. You scrunched up your nose.

“Weird?” you suggested in an attempt to break the tension.

“What?” He asked, his eyes suddenly wide and panicked, “No! Sorry! Not weird at all, just... really nice,” he said with a nervous laugh, refusing to look at you now. 

“Thanks,” you said, brushing some of your hair from your face. You sighed and said the only thing you could think of to break the tension: “So... Wanna start drinking?”

[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: None.

Prologue Chapter 1

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“Alright Parker come on, it’s your recovery weekend so you get to pick,” you said, scrolling up and down through your library on your laptop.

“Ok, Ok, let’s go with a classic, how about A New Hope?” Peter asked, eyes finally looking somewhat lively again.

“Great choice, couldn’t have picked a better one myself,” you said, clicking on the movie and motioning for Peter to move so that we could sit more comfortably. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in your small twin bed, the laptop resting on your left thigh and Peter’s right. As you watched the movie, Peter felt the first sense of normalcy since he caught his ex with another guy. His heart finally felt a little less empty as the two of you joked your way through the movie, laughing and making all kinds of inside jokes. One movie led to another, and soon the joking slowed as drowsiness began to take over. You looked over at him and saw his head drooping and his eyes fluttering closed. Slowly, his head began to fall until it came to rest on your shoulder, and you could hear his gentle breathing close to your neck. You tried not to focus on the way you could feel the rise and fall of each breath, the way he shifted in his sleep, nuzzling closer, his face buried in your shoulder and neck. You sat there, just relishing in being near him, until you eventually gave into his warmth and comfort and let sleep wash over you as well.

In the morning when you woke up, Peter had turned on his side and wrapped an arm around you, his face still buried in your neck. Your legs were tangled together and your head had come to rest on his at some point during the night. You smiled to yourself at the closeness between the two of you and how easy this came. This was a common occurrence when the two of you were in high school, you’d watch a movie and wake up the next morning in a tangle of limbs. But this time felt more intimate than that. You moved to look at Peter, serenely asleep, but your movement caused him to stir, nuzzling closer into your neck before opening his eyes and realizing where he was. He pushed away quickly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.  “Shoot we must have fallen asleep during the movie,” He said, face growing a bit red.

“Just like old times,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he seemed to soften a bit with that. He began to stretch out and wake himself up more as you looked around for your phone. You looked at the time and cursed to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, leaning to look at the time.

“I gotta be at the locker room in 10 minutes,” Peter looked at you quizzically and you sighed, “I have a game today, I told you that before you came,” you said, shaking your head as you rushed around the room gathering your stuff.

“Sorry! You know I’ve been out of it recently,” Peter said and you laughed a bit.

“Don’t worry I’m not mad just a bit stressed,” you said, putting your hair up. “Take your time getting dressed, the field is just down the hill and the game is in about an hour and a half. There’s really good coffee just down the street from here if you want some, I’ll be out there warming up in about half an hour so if you need anything you can text me or come find me at the field.” You had begun to ramble, causing Peter to cut you off with a laugh and place his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes,”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” He smiled, “Thank you for looking out though I really appreciate it,” You pushed some flyaway hair behind your ear and nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Ok, sorry. Just, seriously if you need anything text me or come find me,” He just laughed in response.

“I promise I will, now you just focus on your game, ok?” You smiled and nodded, making sure you had everything one last time before rushing to the locker room. You didn’t see the fond way Peter smiled at you as you rushed out the door with your roommate who was yelling at you to hurry up.

As you two were rushing to the locker room your roommate gave you a smirk. “So, someone slept late... missing out on sleep last night?” She asked. You just waved her off.

“No way, Peter’s my best friend and he just got out of a relationship. Yeah no way that would happen.”

“Ok then....” She shrugged and dropped the topic as you two entered the locker room.

As you put on your uniform you began to wonder if what your roommate said had any weight to it, if that was even a possibility. Definitely not right now at least, but you’d be lying if you said you had never thought about it. You tried to shake those thoughts from your head as you headed up to the field. Thankfully, once you started warming up, focus came naturally. Playing was one of the best things for clearing your head, letting your body take control and following your instincts, having a clear objective to be accomplished with nothing else to focus on for the duration of the game. There was a sense of freedom from any unwanted thoughts that you relished in until... damn it.

There he was, smiling at you as you came off the field. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight even though you were drenched in sweat. Suddenly the clarity and focus was gone. “Dude I had no idea you were so good!” He said enthusiastically as he broke the hug. You blushed, “Thanks, but you don’t have to be nice to me,” He laughed and shook his head. “Dude I’m being real! You were incredible out there, honestly I’m not even gonna try because you know you’re good” you just shook your head and smiled, trying to pretend you didn’t feel your heart pick up the pace a bit. You brought him to the post-game lunch and introduced him to your teammates, feeling both embarrassed and a confusing excitement when many of them immediately assumed he was your boyfriend. You were too busy dealing with your own embarrassment to notice the slight blush and small smile that crept onto Peter’s face at those remarks. As you two ate lunch and talked with your teammates you had trouble suppressing a smile, your roommate’s remarks still prominent in the back of your mind.

[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup, he visits the reader to try and get his mind off of it. 

Warnings: None, just some hurt/comfort for now

Prologue

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It was a few days after your phone call when you saw him emerge from the train station with just a small backpack. You had to admit he looked rough, but the smile that came across his face when he spotted you confirmed that inviting him here was the right thing to do. “Peter!” you yelled, no longer able to hold yourself back as you ended up running into his arms. You felt him squeeze you tight, like he was glad to finally have something real to hold onto. “Hey Y/N” he said quietly into your ear, “It’s good to see you” you could hear his voice shaking a bit and tried to squeeze a little tighter to reassure him. “Come on,” you said, smiling and pulling away, “The road to recovery starts now!” He managed a small smile and got into your car.

The two of you talked a bit on the drive, mostly just you trying to make sure he was ok, and consistently reassuring him about the weekend. Even though he was your best friend and you two usually shared everything with each other, you could feel him holding back his pain as best he could, which made you hurt for him even more, but you were at least glad that he was here, in person, so you could really take care of him and help him through everything.

As you walked into your two-room double you introduced him to your roommate, whose room you had to go through to get to your own. You had explained everything to her before he had gotten here, so you could tell she was doing her best to keep things super light and surface level. After they got to know each other a bit, you showed Peter to your room to get him settled. He put down his backpack and sat down next to you on your bed. “So” you started, “Wanna tell me how you’re really doing?” He just shook his head in response and you could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Really not great,” he breathed out slowly and shakily. “My heart hurts all the time and my chest is so tight I can’t breathe. There’s just this wave of sadness continually washing over me and I think I’m gonna die,” The tears were streaming down his face now, and you took his hand in yours gently. “I just can’t believe she’d do that to me, ya know? I trusted her and cared about her so much.”

“I know, I know, and I’m so so sorry that happened to you. I’ve been there it really is the worst feeling ever, but trust me, I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but it’s gonna fade away eventually. Some day, sooner than you’d expect, you’ll realize that its entirely gone, and you have no idea when it happened.” you said, putting your other hand on his shoulder and rubbing comfortingly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling a bit, “It does fucking suck,” he actually managed a small laugh and you caught on.

“People fucking suck man” You agreed, shaking your head, now laughing with him. It was so comforting to see that he could still find some humor in spite of the situation. You calmed yourself down a bit and he gave you a soft, genuine smile. “Thank you, Y/N, this all really means a lot.”

“Of course man. You’re my best friend.” You said, returning his smile, “Now, are you ready for your first distraction?” You asked, reaching for your laptop. He nodded enthusiastically.

“Bring it on baby,” He said, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Alright,” You smiled, “Movie time! I’ve got every Star Wars, every Indiana Jones, and anything else you could possibly want,” A huge smile came across Peter’s face.

“God you know me too well”

[tonydadisbestdad]

Long Lost Love

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,130

Summary: You were little when you had your first kiss with the love of your life and best friend, but then he was pulled from your life. What happens years later when you meet again and don’t realize just who you’re making out with.

For being six years old, you were definitely in love. He was so cute. A bit nerdy, but he was very smart, and he loved spending time with you.

You always stood up for him at kindergarten, which made him like you even more.

You were sitting on the side of the school building during recess. It was shady and no one really bothered the two of you when you sat there. You had a brilliant plan but Peter didn’t think so.

He was blushing so bad his ears were red. “I-I don’t think that’s a good i-idea… O-only mommy’s and daddy’s are supposed to k-kiss.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, not true. Mommy’s and daddy’s kiss because they love each other. Don’t you love me, Petey?”

“W-well,” he stuttered out, small hands fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. His glasses drooped down his nose some so he quickly pushed them back up. “Y-yeah,” He answered shyly.

You smiled. “I love you too, so we should definitely kiss.”

He looked off to the side of you. “W-what if someone sees? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“No one is gonna see,” You told him confidently.

“But-,” He started, and you’d had enough.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and laid a big kiss right on his lips.

His eyes went wide.

The next day when Peter didn’t come to school you were upset. When you went home your parents told you something happened to his parents and he had to go live with family.

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You weren’t exactly happy about having to move to New York for your Senior year of High School. However, your dad got some giant promotion so you had to. Luckily there were still a few more weeks before school started, so you had time to get used to things before you had to be the new kid. Even better, now you were much closer to your cousin M.J.

You were surprised though when she invited you to a friend of hers party. You figured it would be alright, might help you make some friends before you started going to their school.

So, getting dressed in your favorite pair of shorts and a cute but comfortable enough top, you made your way to your cousins. She was happy to see you and was excited for you to meet her friends.

The party was loud, there were a lot of people, most saying hello to M.J. and asking who you were.

She introduced you to a few people, she said they were on decathlon with her. You were really surprised when some guy with the name Flash started flirting with you. Luckily, it wasn’t for long because his attention was pulled elsewhere.

“Hey, Penis Parker actually showed up,” He practically shouted, while looking behind you.

“Of course he did,” Abe said. “M.J. told him he had to or else.”

You turned around to see who they were talking about. Two young men were heading your way, you assumed one of them was who Flash was talking about. But God, were you captivated by the one. He had such soft looking curly brown hair, and brown eyes to match. Not a bad figure at all either.

Of course M.J. took notice to you. “He’s a loser, don’t fall for it,” she whispered to you.

“Would you quit telling everyone I’m a loser,” He said as him and his friend reached you.

You were shocked he could hear that, or maybe he didn’t and this just happened often enough.

“Just wanted to tell my cousin Y/N to stay away, don’t want her falling into the loser trap.” M.J. defended herself.

“But, you’re friends with us,” the other young man stated. “So, doesn’t that mean that technically she’s already in?”

“No, Ned, because she’s gonna make her own friends and they don’t have to be you guys.”

“Peter,” The other said, extending his hand to you, it seemed by the look on his face that he hadn’t a care in the world what your cousin was saying.

“Y/N,” you told him, shaking his hand. Something familiar washed over you as you broke eye contact with him. But, perhaps it was just a lingering memory from your childhood. Your first kiss had been with a Peter. Maybe that was it.

“Ned,” Ned said, offering you his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” You smiled.

M.J. threw her arm around Ned’s shoulders. “Okay, well it looks like you two have some interest in each other so Ned let’s go get some drinks.” She sent a glare Flash’s way, telling him to back off, which he obeyed.

He chuckled, elbowed Peter and went off with your cousin.

You blushed at her words though, “S-sorry, she can be really embarrassing… I’m sure you know that though.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah,” He agreed. Something really was nagging at him. He couldn’t put his finger on it. When he first spotted you, he knew he was going to be in trouble. You were so beautiful. Almost like a dream. Then you told him your name and it was like he knew you. But that couldn’t be. You were new here from what M.J. told him. But still, something about you really struck him.

“If you have other people you wanna go see it’s-,” You started but he cut you off.

“N-no not at all. Just M.J. and Ned,” he threw a thumb in the direction his friends went. “And I think I’d much rather talk to you, since you’re new and all…”

You smiled gently at him, “Well, thanks, you’re a lot nicer than that Flash guy M.J. introduced me to earlier.”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, Flash is… well he’s... an asshole.”

It was your turn to laugh and he smiled at it.

“You have a really cute laugh,” He told you.

You blushed and looked away from him. “Th-thanks…”

“Just go make out already,” You heard M.J. shout from somewhere.

Your blush deepened as you looked around for her, but then your eyes fell on Peter again.

He was blushing too and rubbing at the back of his neck. “Sorry… I-I don’t really date, so she’s been trying to set me up with people… I didn’t expect her to do this tonight, let alone to you.”

“Oh God,” You said, chuckling. “How is that going for you?”

He shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t going well…”

“Past tense?” You asked.

“I-I just meant-”

You smiled and gave his shoulder a small push. “I’m just teasing.” Then you spotted your cousin off to the side and she motioned for you to get going. And frankly, you were willing if he was. It’d been forever since you’d dated someone let alone made out with someone. And let’s be real, he was so good looking, you were surprised he wasn’t already taken. “This might sound weird because we don’t know each other, and I don’t normally just go around kissing people, but if you were interested…” You took a step closer to him, he visibly swallowed as he looked down at you. He cast a glance over his shoulder, probably at your cousin as if asking real permission.

Peter looked back at you, something was really nagging at him that he should do this. Sure, he’d never just made out with someone at a party, but maybe something good could come of it, and if not, well it’s not like he had to be friends with you. It was senior year after all, you were bound to make your own friends. “It’s not something I really do either,” he admitted. “So, maybe after we can get to know each other a little better if you want?”

You slid your hand into his and nodded, before pulling him off towards the staircase. You easily found an empty room, an office, and the two of you went in.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was about you, but he didn’t hesitate at all pulling you into him. His arm wrapped around your back, his other hand cupping the side of your face.

You slid your arms around his neck.

He backed you up until your lower back bumped into the desk. He didn’t hesitate releasing you to lift you up onto it with ease.

You let a small surprised noise slip when his hands landed on your waist and you were lifted. He seemed so strong, but at the same time he was so gentle.

With your cute yelp falling against his mouth, Peter took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips.

A soft hum left you as your tongue met his. You slid your fingers into his soft curls.

His gentle moan drifted into your mouth.

With that you finally broke the kiss, your breathing just gently sporadic.

Peter couldn’t help himself, you were now in his veins, he needed as much physical contact with you as he could get. His hand brushed back some of your hair before his lips were drifting over the skin on your neck.

You tilted your head for him. Out of all the kisses you’d had in the number of years there was only one kiss that ever felt right like this did. And that thought alone was a little silly, because you’d barely been old enough to really understand kissing. But this one? Sure you just met him but it made you melt. However, just having the thought of your first kiss had you releasing a giggle.

“Tickle doll,” Peter whispered, brushing his nose to your ear lobe.

You blushed, being caught, you gave him a tiny push away so you could look at him and tell him the truth. “This might sound really weird but I was thinking about my first kiss.”

Peter arched a brow at you as he thought of his own. “What about your first kiss?”

“It’s already embarrassing enough that I laughed while we were making out, you really wanna know?”

“Tell me about yours and I’ll tell you about mine,” he offered.

You sighed but nodded. “It was just a perfect first kiss, and I got thinking about it because… well this one was so good.”

He smirked just slightly. “Oh was it?”

You nodded and shyly brushed a curl back over his ear. It just felt so familiar being this close to him.

He smiled at you, you were so cute. “So, what about your first kiss was so perfect? I’ve heard a lot of bad first kiss stories.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess just how simple it was because of how young we were. Actually, to tell you the truth my first kiss was with a Peter. He was my neighbor and we were in kindergarten and it was recess. We were sitting behind this wall and I was so determined to kiss him. He was so cute though, he thought only mom’s and dad’s kissed and that we had to kiss because we were in love.” You chuckled at the memory. “I ended up just grabbing him and planting a big one on him…” A sad smile formed on your face and you looked down at Peter’s shirt. “He was my absolute best friend and the next day he didn’t come to school, my parents told me something happened and he had to go live with some other family members.”

Peter stared at you, first in utter shock. There couldn’t be a bigger coincidence if he was wrong. But he couldn’t be wrong. You were the same Y/N that he’d shared his first kiss with. He let out a soft chuckle and gently touched his forehead to yours.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, a smile gracing your lips.

“I knew the second I saw you that there was something about you…”

Your eyebrow arched in question at him.

“Was this Peter a big dork and always had his glasses taped in the middle?” He asked.

You smiled at the thought, “Yeah, why?” Then as his smile widened at you, it clicked. “Oh my God. You’re joking me, right?”

He shook his head against yours. “I think we’ve definitely kissed before.”

“Incredible,” you said, it really was. How often did this happen to people? “I can’t believe this.”

“Hey, I guess it was just meant to be,” Peter suggested.

“That’s fine by me,” You told him, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“I know I said it already but, really… will you go on a date with me?”

“And miss the chance of rekindling with the long lost love of my life?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips. Oh, he’d definitely be thanking M.J. forever.

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Crazy Inventions

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 392

Request by anon (I think I didn’t write by who down so if you weren’t an anon dm me!): Can you write a story with the quote “last time I did that I got tased on my neck”. You can take it however you want to... it’s like a challenge.

A/N: Sorry it’s short, but I felt this should be more of a blurb than a full story.

“No, absolutely not,” Peter blurted at you.

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, “Pretty please, Peter. I need to know it works right.” You put on the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, knowing he couldn’t say no to you when you gave him that look.

He hated that look with a passion. You were completely too adorable with your eyes wide and sad and your lip jutted out just slightly. But he had to fight it this time. “No, no. Not this time. I can’t, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even look at you as he said it. He knew if he did he’d be done for.

Your pout changed, no longer was it the cute convincing kind, it was the hurt feelings kind. Peter never seriously said no to you, but you could tell this time was different.

“Last time I helped you I got tased in the neck,” he offered as his excuse.

“I told you I was sorry! It was supposed to shoot the other direction!” You countered. Of course that would be the reason he didn’t want to check out your new invention. The last time you asked him to try one out he shot the device and instead of it shooting out, it shot in and got him right in the neck. He was out for an hour, you knew he was going to be pissed when he woke up, he was only a little mad though. “I promise, this one won’t hurt you. It’s for ice cream for Pete’s sake.”

Peter rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands. He peeked through his fingers to look at you, a sigh leaving him. He really hoped he wouldn’t regret this, “Alright.”

You smiled widely, giving him a quick hug before leaving to go fetch your new device. You were beyond excited to show him this one.

Peter couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stand seeing you sad. Plus, it didn’t help that he loved how excited you got about the things you made. Always something new everyday, usually they turned out great, but sometimes not so much. But, Peter figured if you could support him being Spider-Man he could certainly support all your wacky creations, even if he did end up a little hurt in the process. That’s just what love is, he guessed.

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Too Young

Peter ParkerxReaded

NOT!DadTony

Word Count: 2,112

Request: ‘18’ by 5SOS in Peter’s POV about being sick of waiting to turn 21- from anon

A/N: If anyone has a better title, please I’m open to it. I didn’t want to name it like I do my other song fics after the song title because while it’s based off of ‘18′ it isn’t about being 18. Hope my anon sees this posted!

You sighed as you looked over at Peter.

This was probably the 12th time you’ve been in this situation with him.

You weren’t sure how many more times you could take.

“Peter,” You started, reaching over and placing a hand on his arm. You looked him dead in the eyes. “You know why we can’t go on a date.”

Peter pouted at you. “And I don’t agree with your reason’s.”

You couldn’t keep playing this game with him. You didn’t like hurting him, at all. You wanted to say yes. It was just, “Peter, you’re 19, I’m 22. I’m graduating this semester, you’re just finishing your freshman year. I can’t date someone that’s in such a different place than I am. It wouldn’t be fair to you or me.” You started packing your things up. You had to go to a meeting with Tony in 20 minutes. Something about a new mission you were needed on.

“You keep telling me that but,” he countered. “But I don’t get it. You aren’t that much older than I am. I don’t understand why you graduating and me still being in school is that much of a problem.”

You frowned at him, wishing he could just understand. You didn’t want to he hard on him or anything, but maybe instead of giving him the same excuse you should explain a little better. But right now wasn’t the time, so you stood, prepared to leave. “I have to go now Peter.”

He sighed and stepped out if your way. But he couldn’t leave this at that. If he didn’t keep persisting he’d have to do this all over, again. “You know what Y/N?”

You paused, halfway to the door. You turned around and looked at him in defeat. “Yes, Peter?”

“You’ve given me the same excuse over and over. You’ve even given me a couple other excuses.” He started, heading towards you. “But want to know an important one you haven’t?”

You knew, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “What?”

He couldn’t stop the smirk that started to form, or from looking down just enough to look at you from under his lashes. He bit his lip, trying to keep it together. “That you don’t like me.”

“Peter-,” You started, but he cut you off.

“What can I do to convince you?” He asked.

You sighed, “Be a couple years older. It’s time to give up Peter, it won’t work. We’re at different points in our lives.” You finally left, and this time he didn’t try to stop you.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“Mr. Stark,” Peter questioned about a week later. “Can I ask some advice?”

“What about?” Tony asked, continuing on with his work.

“It’s about Y/N,” He started.

Tony chuckled and cleared out his work. Now he was interested. “She still saying no to your date offers?”

“Yeah,” Peter frowned. “I need to figure something out… I know she doesn’t not like me, it’s just-”

“She won’t let go of the age thing,” Tony finished for him.

Peter nodded.

“Well, Peter, I’ll be honest. From what I can see is she probably has a problem with her age because you can’t do anything young adults do. You can’t go to clubs or bars.”

“So, if I could get into those kind of places, do you think she’d say yes?” Peter asked, coming up with an idea.

Tony shrugged. “No, clue kid.”

Peter just nodded and set back to work.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

You were currently partnered up with Peter doing your nightly rounds around the city.  It’d been a few weeks since the last time he’d tried asking you out. You were kind of happy about it, but on the other hand, a little disappointed. You liked that he was so determined, but you assumed he’d finally listened to you about giving up.

Well, you were thinking that, until he started talking through your com.

“Sooo,” He started, settling down on a rooftop. “I heard there’s this new club opening uptown…”

Of course you already knew that, your friends were insistent that you all go to the opening friday night. “What about it?” You asked him.

“You wanna go with me?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Who’s to say that place will even be open in another two years,” You countered.

“I meant this weekend,” Peter informed you, shooting a web at another building and swinging down the street.

“In case you forgot Peter, you’re 19, not 21. How do you think you’re getting in there?” You asked, skeptically, teleporting yourself to a new location.

“Well, here’s the thing. You told me to be a couple years older… so I may have acquired an id that says that I’m 21.”

You were really surprised. Never in your wildest imagination did you think that Peter Parker of all people would be desperate enough that he’d get himself a fake id. The sentiment was somewhat sweet, but still, you couldn’t allow it. “Peter, you can get in trouble for something like that. And it doesn’t change how old you actually are.”

“Yeah,” He agreed, landing on the building he knew you were on. “But now I can get into those places. So, problem solved.”

You could only stare at him from behind your own mask. You felt bad, but maybe Peter needed to understand better. “That’s never been my point, but you know what… My friends and I were going there on friday anyway. How about you meet me there?”

“R-Really?” Peter asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.

You stepped around, giving him a once over before stopping beside him. “Yeah, we’ll be there around 9. And if you somehow manage to get in, then we can talk.”

Peter was so stunned, he couldn’t believe you actually just agreed to this. He didn’t even form a response before you were popping off again.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

It was finally friday night, and you were actually a little excited.

You were already inside with your friends, they wanted to go earlier than they initially said, since there would be a line to get in. So, you were currently on your second drink, waiting to see if Peter showed.

You didn’t actually think he would try coming. There was no way, he could get in so much trouble.

So, when you saw he was calling, you figured it was to tell you that he changed his mind. In absolutely no way did you think it was going to be about something so stupid.

“C-can you come get me?” Peter asked once you answered. “Th-they told me they’ll let me go if someone comes to get me and then I never come back…”

“Where are you?” You shouted over the loud music. You plugged your other ear and started towards the exit.

“The guy at the door took my id and dragged me to a room in the back. He said, they should turn me into the police but they told me since it was my first time, they’d let me go, so long as someone came for me…” He felt awful for calling you, he knew he shouldn’t have, but he didn’t see any better option.

You stopped in your tracks and looked around the club. You easily spotted a door to the back that a bouncer was blocking. That had to be where Peter was. You hung up on him as you made your way over.

Of course, you put on a little charm for the bouncer. It might be his job to deal with this stuff, but that didn’t mean he should have had to.

He opened the door for you after you asked him if you could have a minute alone in the room with your friend.

When you entered the room Peter perked up, he couldn’t stop himself from taking in how great your legs looked in that short dress you were wearing. When he finally got his eyes up to meet yours he flinched and looked away.

You were just a bit mad at him. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“You’re the one that told me to!” He argued, looking up at you.

“For being so smart, I didn’t think you’d actually think a fake id would work at a place like this! And why did you call me?” You asked.

Peter nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t have a choice… Tony would never let this go, and Aunt May… well I think she’d kill me.”

You rolled your eyes, but saw his point. “Let’s go, Peter.” You turned and opened the door back up.

Peter’s eyes widened at the open back of your dress. But also at the intricate tattoo that took up the left side of your back and further down. He wondered how far it went, then he wondered what the rest of it looked like. God, he’d give anything to see all of it, to be able to touch it.

You turned back around when you realized he wasn’t following you and caught him staring. You’d be lying if you said the hungry look in Peter’s eyes didn’t turn you on just a bit.

Peter also didn’t miss the look in your eyes when you caught him staring.

Of course his luck was the bouncer clearing his throat gaining both your attention. He led the two of you out of the club.

“Let’s go,” you told Peter, starting off down the street.

He followed after you. “I’m sorry to ruin your night. I’m sure you could have gotten back in…”

You shrugged. “It’s fine,” you said, turning down an alley.

Peter trailed after you.

You held your hand out to him, which he didn’t hesitate to take. You teleported the two of you to Peter’s room. He’d finally gotten rid of the bunk beds, you noted as you looked around. He’d changed a lot in it since the last time you’d been there. “We need to talk, Peter.”

Peter groaned, but went and closed his door anyway.

“That was a dumb move tonight. You could have gotten into trouble with the police if that nice bouncer hadn’t let you go for the first time offense.” You knew you sounded like a mother scolding her child but, you couldn’t help it.

“I know, okay?” Peter agreed with you. “I just… I thought maybe if I could get in there, you’d finally give me a chance…”

“Look, I know this is my fault, I should have explained things better. So, here it is. I like you, Peter. I’m just too busy to be seeing anyone right now, especially someone that isn’t going through what I have to. You’re steps behind me. I have to graduate, find a job, start my adult life this year… and that’s already so hard to do. Imagine if I had to do that with someone who doesn’t yet understand those struggles. I’m not saying you won’t in the future, but right now and until you’re settled into life, I can’t do it. I have to focus on myself and what I want. And even though you are something I want, it can’t be right now… and I would never ask you to wait for me…”

You stepped towards him once you finished. He was looking at you with a look of thought. Only this time he found himself unable to argue with you. “I’m sorry all I’ve been doing is begging…,” he settled on.

You sighed before placing a hand on his shoulder then leaning in and kissing his cheek softly. “I forgive you. I’m going to get going, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded before you popped out. He groaned and flopped back on his bed. He glanced over at his night stand. There was a picture of him and Ned, one of Aunt May and Uncle Ben, one of him and Tony, and lastly, one of the two of you. He reached over and grabbed it. He wished and wished he could have been older. That he could be there for you through this time in your life.

Then it hit him, it obviously wouldn’t be this semester, but he could totally manage to graduate next year instead of doing all four years. Then he could start his own job, settle down, and you might just be for it then.

When he finally laid down for bed later that night, he smiled. One day he was going to get to hold you, to be with you. He was sure of it. And he was going to do what it took to get there.

He was done waiting to get older.

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