#this is exactly what peter parker's nightmares look like.

[ask-spiderpool]

AHHHHHHH... 

Unfortunately I never got around to finishing this animatic for the wonderful @sciderman and their universe 😔 probably shouldn’t have chosen a 5 minute song to start off with though haha

[nino-rox]

PETER PARKER | BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS | M | GENDER NEUTRAL READER

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mature/Explicit, Gender Neutral Reader, Tom Holland As Spider-Man, Not Proof Read

DISCLAIMER: Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

(Author’s Note: Requested by Anonymous user. My first time writing headcanons, I’ve barely even read any so I’m sorry if it’s not great ! Please request for more ! )

~What dating Parker feels like on a day to day basis

THE SKYLIGHT CATASTROPHE

One night, there’s a thud loud enough to rattle the walls, followed by an ominous silence. You know exactly what’s happened even before Peter pokes his head through the window, windswept and grinning sheepishly.“So, uh… surprise! You have a new skylight!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “You broke my roof again?”“Okay, technically, it was already fragile. I just… sped up the process.”

The next morning, you find him on the roof, duct tape and webs in hand, muttering to himself like he’s crafting a masterpiece.“Peter, you’re going to fall.”He waves you off without even looking up. “Relax! You’re being ridiculous. I’m Spider-Man—I won’t fall. Skylights are all the rage anyway. Just think of it as me upgrading your house for free!”

Right as he says it, his foot slips, and he stumbles forward, barely catching himself with a web against the gutter.“SEE? I caught myself!” he says triumphantly, cheeks flushed as he steadies himself.

You stare at him, appalled. “Peter, I’m not worried about you, you blithering idiot. I’m worried about my house! Fall on the road and break your head if you want, but I swear to god, if you break my house again—”

“Noted. No more house-breaking. Promise. Bob the Builder’s retired anyway,” he grins.

WEBBED LAUNDRY

You pull a ruined hoodie out of the wash—bright red, stretched beyond recognition, and sticky with web fluid. Marching into the living room, you hold it up like evidence.“Peter! Why is my hoodie fused with web glue?”

Peter looks up from the couch, cereal bowl in hand, his eyes widening. “Ohhh… yeah, about that…”

You glare, waiting.

“I, uh, might’ve had to yank my suit off super quickly after patrol last night—it was covered in webs—and I didn’t realize it stuck to your hoodie in the laundry pile.”

You narrow your eyes. “You didn’t realize?”

Peter sets the bowl down, flashing a nervous grin. “Look, web fluid is mostly water-soluble! If we wait a day, it’ll dissolve!”

You groan, holding up the ruined fabric. “It better dissolve. Or you’re buying me a new hoodie.”

Peter slides an arm around your waist, grinning. “Or… we could share this one? Exclusive Spider-Merch for my favorite person.”

THE GREAT SPIDER-MAN’S HANDYMAN FAILS

You and Peter finally move in together, which should have been exciting—except unpacking with Spider-Man is a nightmare.“Peter, where’s the box with the kitchen stuff?” you ask, arms crossed.

Peter scratches the back of his head, sheepishly pointing to a corner. “Uh… it’s webbed to the ceiling. I thought it’d save space?”

You sigh. “Okay, fine. But why is there a Spider-Tracer in the toaster?”

He grins nervously. “Security measure?”

Later, you catch him trying to web a shelf together instead of using screws.“PETER!”“What? This is structurally sound!”

THE HOODIE INCIDENT

Peter freezes when he sees you curled up in his hoodie, sleeves hanging past your hands.“You stole it again?”“Finders keepers.”

He steps closer, voice low and teasing. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Before you can respond, he tackles you onto the couch, hovering over you with a grin.“You’re not keeping it.”“Make me.”

MORNING HEATWAVE SNUGGLES

You wake up tangled in Peter’s limbs, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It’s cozy—until you realize he’s a human heater.“Peter. Let me go. I have stuff to do.”

“Five more minutes,” he murmurs, pulling you closer with ridiculous Spider-strength. “Spider-Boyfriend privilege.”

“You smell like sweat and bad decisions.”

Peter chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Want me to make another bad decision?” His lips brush your jaw as his voice drops, teasing. “I can make you sweaty too.”

Heat flares in your cheeks, but you manage to mutter, “You’re impossible.”

His smirk is pure trouble as he rolls you onto your back. “And you love it.”

SWINGING FOR BEGINNERS

The first time Peter suggests swinging with you, you laugh nervously. “No way. I like my life.”“It’s safe! You’ll love it—I promise.”

The moment he scoops you into his arms and leaps off the edge, you scream loud enough to wake half of Queens.“PETER, I SWEAR—”

“You’re fine!” he calls out, laughing as the wind whips past. “Just enjoy the ride!”

You bury your face in his shoulder, heart pounding. “I’m never letting go. Ever.”

Peter grins, holding you tighter. “Good. I wasn’t planning to let you go anyway.”

ROOFTOP MIDNIGHT ESCAPES

Peter swings into your room after patrol, his suit half-off, hair wild from the wind. “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere.”

Before you can finish protesting, he sweeps you into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.“Peter!” you yelp, clutching his shoulders as he shoots a web and leaps into the night.“Trust me, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his grin softening.

The wind whips past, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he swings effortlessly between buildings. When you finally land on a rooftop, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re not scared, are you?”“Not anymore,” you whisper, and his smirk grows as his lips meet yours, slow and steady, grounding you after the thrill.

POST SWING MOMENTS

After a particularly daring swing where Peter narrowly dodges a billboard, he sets you down on a rooftop, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist.“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice low as his thumb brushes your cheek.“I’m fine, Peter. You can let go now.”

He doesn’t. His grip tightens, and his voice drops to a husky whisper. “You have no idea how hard it is to let you go.”

Your breath catches as his lips brush yours softly at first, then with increasing intensity. His hands slide to your lower back, pulling you closer until the world disappears around you.

“SHH, I’LL MAKE IT WORTH IT.”

Peter returns from patrol late at night, finding you half-asleep on the couch. He crouches down, brushing a kiss to your temple.“You awake?” he whispers.

You mumble something incoherent, only stirring when his lips brush yours again, this time slower, more deliberate.“Shh,” he murmurs, pinning your wrists gently above your head. His grin turns playful as he leans closer. “I’ll make it worth keeping you awake.”

Your heart races as his kisses deepen, trailing down the side of your neck. “You’re impossible,” you manage to say, though the way your breath hitches betrays you.

“And you love it,” he murmurs, his lips pressing firmly against your pulse, his smirk growing when you shiver under his touch.

SHOWER?

Peter comes home sweaty and grimy after patrol, and you shove him toward the shower. Minutes later, his head pokes out, water dripping over his shoulders as he leans lazily against the doorway.“You know… showers are more efficient with two people,” he says, his grin pure trouble.

You roll your eyes, turning back to your book. “Peter, no.”

He steps closer, letting water drip from his still-damp hair onto your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low. “You sure? I could scrub your back… or hold you against the tiles.”

Your cheeks burn, and you push him away half-heartedly, glaring. “Peter—”

He catches your wrist, pulling you to stand, his eyes locked on yours. “What?” he murmurs, tilting his head, his smirk teasing but his touch firm. “You’d look cute all wet.”

“Stop!” you squeak, swatting his chest, but he’s already laughing, pressing a kiss to your temple before finally retreating back to the bathroom.“I’ll leave the door unlocked, just in case,” he teases before disappearing behind the steam.

DATE

Peter had promised to meet you at the café after your shift. You’d been looking forward to it all day—just a simple hour with him, no superheroes, no chaos. But an emergency call from Ned about some escaped tech left you waiting alone, watching the minutes tick by.

When Peter finally arrived, his hair disheveled and guilt written all over his face, you didn’t even need to ask.“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his voice tinged with desperation. “There was this thing—Ned needed help—and I couldn’t just leave it—”

“It’s fine,” you said sharply, though your tone betrayed your disappointment. “I get it. You have other responsibilities.”

His shoulders slumped. “No, it’s not fine,” he muttered. “I messed up. And I know it’s not the first time.”

You sighed, softening as you saw the guilt etched across his face. “Peter…”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, almost pleading. “Just… give me a chance.”

Later that night, he showed up at your window with a bouquet of daisies that looked like they’d survived a tornado and a homemade playlist.“I know it’s not much,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But these reminded me of you—bright and sweet. And I put all your favorite songs on here, so… I hope it makes up for me being a total idiot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the flowers, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“Lucky you think I’m cute,” he teased, kissing your temple. “I’ll do better next time. Promise.”

TRIVIA NIGHT

Ned had invited you both to trivia night, but no one warned you how competitive Peter could get. It started innocently enough, with Peter rattling off science and history facts like a human encyclopedia. But when the questions shifted to pop culture, his confidence started to falter.

“You’ve never seen Mean Girls?” you asked, incredulous.“Uh, no?” he replied, looking genuinely confused.MJ rolled her eyes. “Peter, how do you even function as a person?”“I fight bad guys!” he defended, flustered. “I don’t have time for… whatever this is!”

As the final round approached, you noticed the way Peter’s brows furrowed, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing into battle. Leaning over, you cupped his face gently, forcing him to meet your gaze.“Peter,” you said, your voice teasing but warm, “you’re cute when you’re losing.”

His jaw dropped, and before he could protest, you kissed him in front of everyone.

Ned let out a dramatic gasp. “In public? With witnesses?!”MJ snorted. “That’s disgusting. I’m rooting for you two.”

When you pulled back, Peter’s face was a brilliant shade of red, but the grin he gave you was dazzling.“I don’t even care if I lose now,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss. “This is so worth it.”

HANDMADE

Peter had been acting strange all week—fidgety, distracted, and overly secretive. You were starting to wonder if something was wrong when he showed up at your door with a small, carefully wrapped box and a sheepish grin.

“What’s this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he practically shoved it into your hands.“Just… open it,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Inside was a sleek black flashlight, surprisingly lightweight, with a small engraved spider emblem on the side. You turned it over in your hands, curious.

“It’s not just a flashlight,” Peter said quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, noticed you sometimes leave the light on at night, and I thought… maybe this would help.”

Your chest tightened. He’d picked up on your fear of the dark without you ever telling him outright.

“It’s also kind of… Spider-Man-approved,” he added, gesturing nervously. “There’s a tracker inside, so I’ll always know where you are. And if you press the button three times really fast, it sends an SOS directly to me.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all. “Peter…”“I just want you to feel safe,” he said softly, his brown eyes earnest. “Even when I’m not around. You’re my world, and I want you to have something to remind you that I’m always here for you.”

Your throat felt tight as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t even know what to say,” you murmured against his shoulder.

“‘Thank you’ works,” he joked, though his voice was thick with emotion.

Pulling back, you met his gaze and smiled. “Thank you, Peter. I love it. And I love you.”

His face lit up, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. “I love you too. Always.”

SPILLING

Peter had always admired how hard you worked. While he juggled Spider-Man and school, you balanced late-night shifts, studying at your rundown public school, and still somehow found time to make him feel like the center of your world. But admiration wasn’t the only thing he felt—sometimes, he felt inadequate.

On the other hand, you often wondered how you ended up with someone like Peter Parker. He was a literal superhero, acing advanced physics while you struggled with Algebra II. You worked part-time jobs just to help keep the lights on at home, and there were days when you felt like you’d drown under the weight of it all.

That tension finally bubbled over one evening. Peter swung by your place unannounced, but his usual warmth was absent. He dropped onto your couch with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He shook his head, staring at his hands. “How do you do it?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Do what?”

“Everything,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “You don’t have superpowers, or Stark tech, or a fancy school helping you out. And you’re still… incredible. You’re better at life than I am, and I’ve got every advantage.”

The words stung—not because of what he said, but because they mirrored your own insecurities.

“What are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice cracking as you braced yourself for what felt inevitable.

Peter hesitated, his jaw working as he tried to find the right words. “You deserve someone who can keep up with you. And I’m not sure I’m enough.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop them, tears began streaming down your cheeks. “Wait, are you saying this is over?”

“What? No!” Peter sat up straight, his hands shooting out to reach for yours. “That’s not what I meant! I’m talking about me, not you! I’m the one who’s not enough!”

“You are enough!” The words burst out of you, but the crack in your voice betrayed how deeply his statement had shaken you. “I’m the one who’s not enough, Peter. Look at you! You’re saving lives while I’m just trying to keep the lights on at home.”

Peter’s brows furrowed, guilt flooding his features. “What? No—no, don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” you whispered, pulling your hands free and wrapping your arms around yourself. “I can barely make it through my shifts without wondering if I’m going to mess something up. And then I see you—perfect Peter Parker, superhero and genius—and I just… I feel so small.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. Then Peter moved closer, carefully placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re not small,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping your eyes. “I’m not.”

“You are,” Peter insisted, gently tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. “You don’t have powers, but you work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You care about people. You care about me. And I…” He trailed off, his voice breaking. “I don’t always feel like I deserve that.”

Your breath caught at the raw vulnerability in his words. “You don’t have to be perfect, Peter. You don’t have to save me, or prove anything. I just want you.”

He stared at you, his eyes glistening. “I want you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m sorry I made you think otherwise. I just… I don’t always know how to keep up with someone like you.”

“We’re both trying to keep up,” you said quietly, leaning forward until your foreheads touched. “And that’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

Peter nodded, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Together.”

The two of you sat like that for a long time, the weight of your shared insecurities fading, replaced by something stronger—a quiet, unshakable love.

SERIOUS

Peter comes home late—bruised, bleeding, and far too casual about it. You snap.“Do you like scaring me to death?”“It’s just a scratch!” he argues, dropping his mask on the couch.“Peter, you’re not invincible. What happens if one day you don’t come back?”

He pauses, guilt flickering across his face. “I can’t stop being Spider-Man.”“And I can’t stop worrying about you,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

He looks away, fiddling with his web-shooter. “I don’t want to scare you. I’m sorry.”

MAYBE NOT SO SERIOUS?

Later that night, Peter finds you sitting on the fire escape, staring out at the skyline. He hesitates before sitting beside you.“I hate fighting with you,” he says quietly. “You’re the only person who makes all of this feel worth it.”

You exhale slowly, leaning into him. “Then don’t make me feel like I’m losing you.”His arm wraps around you, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ll do everything I can to come home to you. That’s a promise.”

He presses his forehead to yours, and when his lips brush yours, it’s soft and full of unspoken apologies.

THANK YOU FOR READING ! PLEASE SEND KINKMAS REQUESTS AND PROMPTS! <3 Please Request if you’d like me to expand the headcanon into SMUT <3

[nickeverdeen]

Tangled in Christmas | Peter Parker x fem!reader

Pairings: Peter x reader (romantic), dr. Curtis Connor x Peter (platonic), dr. Curtis Connor x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Fluff, light comedy

Warnings: None

Summary: Peter may be the strong Spider-Man who fought tons of things, but Christmas lights is an unbeatable enemy

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“Okay, let’s get this straight,” Peter said, holding up a string of Christmas lights that had somehow turned into a glittering ball of chaos. “How exactly did this happen?”

You leaned against the ladder, grinning up at him. “Magic of the season?”

Peter squinted at the lights, then back at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Magic, huh? Feels more like sabotage.”

“Oh, come on, Pete, you’ve fought alien people. You’re telling me a few tangled lights are too much for you?”

“Hey, I can handle tangled lights,” he shot back, lifting the knot like a trophy. “I just don’t think I signed up for Christmas combat training.”

You laughed, taking a seat on the porch steps to untangle another string of lights. “Consider it your training for the holidays. If you can survive this, you can survive anything.”

Peter climbed halfway down the ladder, sitting on one of the rungs with his feet swinging, and began working on the tangled mess. “Do you think Connor ever had to deal with this?”

“Dr. Connor Curtis?” you asked, eyebrows raising.

“Yeah,” Peter said, waving the lights. “You think he ever hung Christmas lights? Like, maybe he had some crazy, high-tech setup that did it for him. He’d just snap his fingers, and—boom—lights.”

“Probably,” you said with a chuckle. “But you’re better than dr. Curtis.”

Peter glanced up, surprised. “I am?”

“Yeah. You’re here, doing it by hand. No fancy tech, just you, me, and a tangled nightmare.”

He grinned, his face flushing slightly. “You’re a real charmer, you know that?”

You winked at him. “I try.”

After what felt like hours of battling the lights, you finally managed to get them untangled and ready to hang. Peter was back up the ladder, securing the string along the edge of the roof, while you handed him the lights from below.

“Careful up there!” you called, shielding your eyes from the sun as you looked up.

“Excuse me?” Peter said, mock-offended. “I’m Spider-Man. Falling is kind of my thing. I’ll just stick to the wall or something.”

“Uh-huh,” you teased. “Sure, Spidey. Just don’t break my lights.”

Peter laughed, carefully attaching another clip to the gutter. “They’re our lights.”

“Oh, so now they’re ours?” you teased, folding your arms.

“Of course,” he said, glancing down at you with a cheeky smile. “Hanging lights together? That’s practically a Christmas tradition.”

“Maybe next year we’ll use Connor-level tech,” you joked.

“Nah,” Peter said, securing the last section of lights and climbing down the ladder. “I like this better. It’s… I don’t know. Cozy. Just you, me, and a lot of tangled wires.”

You smiled, stepping closer to admire the work. The house was now beautifully strung with twinkling white lights, the perfect touch of holiday cheer.

“Well, I have to admit,” you said, looking up at the display. “We make a pretty good team.”

Peter threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “We always do.”

Just as you were about to bask in the glow of your accomplishment, Peter added, “…Even if it took us an hour longer than it should’ve.”

[localwebslingers]

@inhcritance gets a plotted starter (that continues from here and here)

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By the time it was on the news, the broadcast was on nearly every screen in the city. Shop windows like back home, and the giant screens downtown. Peter had been looking for Harry all day and after there was no sign of him at FEAST twice, circled through the town again. He didn't expect to see a fight, a bad one. One with a way too familiar lizard climbing the side of the building, and that he was very clearly nowhere near. That didn't stop him from trying to get there in time. Sirens from fire trucks, ambulances, police, and unmarked vehicles that he couldn't even begin to guess at. Some trailing behind him and some, once he reached the damaged but still standing apartment, were already on sight.

Jameson's continuing report on what had happened he could just barely hear down below as Peter carefully moved in closer, taking in the damaged surroundings. It looked bad, it looked exactly like the kind of fight Spider-Man would get into and be outnumbered in. He could see people starting to look around the area, and seemed to be arresting one man who was refusing to answer anything about Peter Parker or where the local hero was now. What was DODC?

Not important right now. A carefully aimed bit of webbing jostled enough debris a ways away to give him an opening to slip inside and look around. Smoke, broken glass and rubble. It looked like an explosion. And blood, there was a spot with way too much blood and for a moment, Peter had to shake his own nightmares loose before looking around carefully. Focus. He looked through the rubble carefully and moved through the room. Lobby, at one point, may have been the more accurate word for the space. High alert and listening to the commotion outside before spotting the figure that had been looked over so far.

He crouched down low as a warning sounded in the back of his head just before a light shone through the space briefly. Searching. Not good, really not good. Peter crawled over the ground and crouched down once he reached Harry. Pushing debris out of the way and glancing towards the exit a few times to be sure no one was getting any ideas to move in, "Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

Please wake up...please, please, please wake up--

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Be Mine, Valentine - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+, MINORS DNI)

Summary: Peter has a nightmare, Reader comforts him. Sexy times ensue.

Warning/Tags: Post- Spiderman: NWH (so spoilers for that and TASM 1 & 2), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, P in V sex

Word Count: ~2900

A/N: Valentine's Day-set TASM!Peter fic I'm finally transferring over to Tumblr. Enjoy!

Perfect, Y/F/N Y/L/N thought as she tied the ribbon on her best friend's 'Valentine by Default' gift. It was just after midnight and she was ready to settle in. Hope they turned out okay.

Suddenly there was a tap on her window. 

Y/N looked up and grinned at the familiar sight of Spiderman waving at her, then walked over to the window and opened it. "Hey, come on in."

Spiderman handed her his backpack before climbing into her apartment and pulling off his mask. "Hey, Y/N."

Y/N had found out completely by accident that the famous superhero (or criminal vigilante, depending on which narrative you believed) Spiderman was none other than her best friend, Peter Parker. They had met through their respective jobs at the Daily Bugle (Y/N as a copyeditor and Peter as a photographer) and had quickly bonded over their mutual love of coffee and hatred of staff meetings. A few months into their friendship, however, Y/N had unexpectedly walked in on Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit in the Bugle 's supply closet.

She had frozen at the sight of her friend not only alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work, but also alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work while wearing Spiderman's suit.

Peter had looked up in alarm. It's not what it looks like, he had blurted, his Spiderman suit hanging down around his waist.

It looks like you're Spiderman, Y/N had replied in shock.

Peter had paused. Ok, it's *exactly* what it looks like.

Y/N had shaken her head. I have so many questions.

Peter had then glanced behind her. Shit, someone's coming. I'll tell you everything later, Y/N, I swear, just help me.

Y/N had nodded.  Your secret is safe with me, I promise. I won't say anything.

Y/N had closed the door and managed to keep Betty from accounting, who had come to get a box of paperclips and some sticky notes, distracted long enough for Peter to finish changing. Ah, Y/N, there you are, he had said breathlessly, shooting her a grateful look as he emerged from the storage closet . I managed to find that box of red felt-tip pens that you had been looking for.

As promised, he had invited Y/N over that night and told her everything -- how he had been bitten by a radioactive spider while on a field trip in high school, how he had decided to use his powers for good and fight crime, and how his high school girlfriend had died. It was my fault, he had said brokenly. I wasn't fast enough to save her.

Y/N could tell that he still carried an extraordinary amount of guilt over -- Gwen , he had said her name was-- 's death and had understood why he never seemed to date or have many friends outside of work.

Of course, that didn't stop Y/N from developing feelings for Peter. The more they hung out together and got to know each other better the more her feelings grew, and after two and a half years of friendship she was head-over-heels in love with him.

Not that she'd ever tell him that, of course. 

Y/N closed the window behind him. "So what brings you here at this time of night?"

"I just got done with patrol and was swinging by on my way home, and I saw your light on so since it's after midnight and therefore technically the 14th I decided to stop by to give you your 'Valentine by Default' gift." Peter dug around in his backpack and pulled out a (slightly beat-up) box of chocolate-covered strawberries from Y/N's favorite confectionary. "Happy Valentine's Day, bestie."

Y/N gave Peter a hug. "Aww, thanks, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Hopefully they're not squished. I had to stop a mugging on my way here."

Y/N opened the box as she walked towards her kitchen. "They look fine to me. Want one?"

Peter shook his head. "Nah, I had gotten a few extras and ate them on the way here."

"Well, I have a little something for you too. In fact, I just finished them." 

Y/N selected a strawberry and took a bite. "Ohmigod," she mumbled. " So good."

She set the box down on her counter and picked up the heart-shaped tin of brownies that she had baked. "Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Are those what I think they are?"

Y/N nodded. "My famous 'Death by Chocolate Marble Cheesecake' brownies, made just for you."

Peter gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Y/N. You're the best."

Y/N's face warmed. "It's no problem. Hey, since you're here, want to stay and watch a movie?"

Peter nodded. "Sure. Can I use your shower first though? I'm all sweaty from patrol."

"Yeah, of course. You know where everything is."

Y/N finished tidying up while she waited for Peter to get out of the shower.

She was putting away the last of the dishes from her dishwasher when she heard the bathroom door open.  "Hey, Y/N?" Peter called out from behind her.

She turned towards him. "Uh-huhhhhhng…" Oh. Oh my.

Peter wore a pair of loose, low-cut gray sweatpants that Y/N secretly loved seeing on him… and nothing else.

Y/N cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah, what's up?"

Peter ran a hand through his wet hair. "I uh, I forgot to put a shirt in my backpack. You wouldn't happen to have anything that would fit me, would you?"

Y/N watched a rogue drop of water fall from Peter's hair onto his chest and run down his torso, disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Nope, nope, bad Y/N. Don't think about licking water off of your best friend's abs. 

She mentally shook her head. "What? Oh, no, I don't think I do, sorry."

"Ah, I didn't think so but it was worth a try. I can just wear my suit home later."

"Sounds good." Y/N moved to her dresser and grabbed a pair of pajamas. "You go ahead and choose the movie while I get ready."

She took a quick shower of her own and changed into a tank top and matching pajama pants before brushing her teeth.

She flipped the bathroom light off and made her way back to the living/bedroom area. "So what'd you pick--" 

She cut herself off when she saw that Peter was fast asleep, one hand clutching the remote to her TV. While it wasn't the first time Peter had fallen asleep in her bed, it sure had been the fastest. Patrol must've been harder on him than he let on.

She gently pried the remote from his grip and set it aside before settling in next to him. "Good night, Peter, " she whispered as she pulled the covers over them both and was soon asleep herself.

"No, no, not Y/N, please no, not Y/N… "

Y/N woke to Peter mumbling her name and thrashing about in his sleep.

One day about 4 months before he had come frantically knocking on Y/N's apartment door and when she had opened it he had immediately started babbling about multiverses and wizards and clones of himself.

Not clones, he had corrected when Y/N had tried to make sense of what he was talking about. Other *versions* of myself -- other Peter Parkers.

Y/N had sat and listened while Peter had explained about crossing through a portal into an alternate New York, one where he and two other Peters took on The Lizard, Electro, and 3 other villains from the other other Peter's -- Peter 2, he had called him -- world. We cured them, Peter had said excitedly. We cured them all.

Peter, sweetheart, are you sure it wasn't just a dream? Y/N had asked. You said you've been gone for over a week but I literally just saw you yesterday.

Peter had shaken his head emphatically. Time must run faster there, but I'm positive, Y/N.

I saved MJ, he added quietly. Peter 1's girlfriend. She fell, just like… He had paused and looked down at the floor then, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. But I was able to get to her in time.

Y/N had pulled him into a hug, her heart cracking. Oh, Peter.  

You do believe me, right, Y/N? Peter had asked, face buried in the crook of Y/N's neck.

Of course I believe you, Pete. Y/N had run a soothing hand through Peter's hair. Now, you said they were Peter 1 and Peter 2, which I assume made you Peter 3, right?

Peter had nodded against her neck.

Y/N had pulled back and cupped Peter's face in her hands. Just remember, you'll always be number one to me.

Peter had smiled, one of the first truly genuine smiles Y/N had seen on his face. Thanks, Y/N.

Y/N had thought he was doing better -- the dark circles under his eyes had all but disappeared and he seemed to have been sleeping better lately -- but apparently he was still having the occasional nightmare.

She sat up and gently tried to shake Peter awake. "Peter. Peter, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Peter continued thrashing and mumbling. "Please, not Y/N, I'll do anything…"

Y/N shook Peter a bit harder. "Peter… Peter, sweetheart, wake up."

This time Peter sat bolt upright, an anguished cry of Y/N's name on his lips.

He looked around, chest heaving as he gulped in air. Finally his eyes seemed to focus on Y/N. "Y/N?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I'm here."

Peter collapsed against her in relief. "Oh thank God, Y/N, you were-- and I tried-- but then you-- and I couldn't--" he managed between gulps of air. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't lose someone else that I--"

That I care about. "Hey, shh, I know, it's okay," Y/N whispered soothingly, stroking a hand through Peter's hair. "It was just a nightmare, Pete, I'm okay. You won't lose me." 

She took Peter's hand in hers and pulled it between them, pressing it to her beating heart, then took a few deep breaths so Peter could feel his hand rise and fall on her chest. "See? I'm right here. I'm fine, sweetheart, I'm safe, you keep me safe."

Peter's breathing slowly began to calm. After a few moments he leaned back slightly to look at Y/N, brown eyes shining in the moonlight.

Y/N's breath caught as the air shifted between them.

Peter lifted his free hand to Y/N's cheek as his gaze flicked down to her lips then back to her eyes in silent question.

Y/N nodded in answer, breathing out a quiet 'yes ' right before Peter's lips met hers.

After a few moments Peter shifted them so Y/N was straddling his lap, tongue probing her bottom lip.

Y/N willingly opened up to Peter, letting out a soft moan when he deepened the kiss.

She gently scratched the back of Peter's head as she trailed her hands up into his hair while Peter kissed his way down her jawline to her neck.

His hands made their way along her waist and under her tank top. "Is this okay?"

Y/N nodded, grinding down in Peter's lap and hissing in a breath as her clothed core brushed against his burdening erection. "More than okay."

Peter groaned then swore softly. "I don't-- I don't want to be presumptuous here, but just to let you know... I don't have any condoms. It's not like I need them to fight crime and I haven't exactly been getting any lately, you know?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm fine without them if you are."

Peter looked at her in surprise. "You sure?"

Y/N nodded. "I'm on birth control."

She brushed their lips together. "I want you, Peter."

"Shit, Y/N. " Peter sealed their mouths together once again.  

His hands continued their journey upwards, sliding Y/N's tank top up and over her head and discarding it somewhere on the floor before trailing gentle fingers along Y/N's shoulders.  "You're so beautiful," he whispered, unbridled desire evident in his eyes.

Y/N shivered. " Peter ."

Peter turned them to guide Y/N down onto the bed. 

He took his time kissing and caressing his way down her body, whispering words of adoration and praise with each newly-touched patch of skin.

He paused once again as he reached the waistband of her pajama pants. "Still want this?"

Y/N 's heart warmed at Peter's concern. She lifted her hips in permission. "Uh huh. Want you inside me."

Peter groaned against her skin. "God, Y/N, I want that too, I want that so badly. Want to make you feel good, l want to feel you wrapped around me as I make love to you."

He slowly pulled Y/N's pajamas pants and underwear off of her before shuffling out of his sweatpants, the additional clothing joining Y/N's tank top somewhere on the floor.

Y/N licked her lips at the sight of Peter fully bare before her. Holy fuck, he's even hotter than I thought.

Peter smirked. "Like what you see?"

Y/N grinned back. "Very much so."

She bit back a moan as Peter circled a nipple with his tongue before giving it a gentle suck. "Need you now, Peter, please."

Peter kissed her as he lined himself up with her core, coating himself in her wetness before slowly pushing inside.

Y/N tried to relax and breathe against the intrusion. It had been well over two years since she had slept with anyone, and while Peter had a swimmer's build he wasn't exactly lanky everywhere.

Peter's eyes caught hers. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I just haven't been with anyone since--" Since before I met you. "Well, it's been a few years."

Peter nodded in understanding. "Yeah. For me too."

Y/N reached out and caressed Peter's cheek. "You can keep going."

Peter turned his face and kissed Y/N's palm as he withdrew a bit then carefully pushed back in a little deeper, slowly repeating the process until he was fully seated inside her. "God, Y/N, you feel so good."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the discomfort beginning to subside into a pleasurable fullness. "So do you, Peter. So good, make me feel so full."

Peter withdrew and slid back in, setting a slow rhythm. "Wanted you for so long, Y/N, dreamed about being with you like this. Never wanted anyone the way I want you."

He leaned his forehead against Y/N's as he changed angles, hitting that spot inside Y/N that made her see stars. 

"Me too," Y/N replied with a gasp, her grip tightening around Peter's back. "Oh, God, Peter, right there."

Peter slightly increased his pace, his strokes becoming firmer and surer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, oh God, don't stop, Peter, please. You feel so good." 

Peter hissed in a breath. " Fuck , so do you. So tight, so good, better than I ever imagined. You're so beautiful, Y/N, you're amazing, can't believe I get to be with you like this, God, you're perfect…" 

He slid a hand down to Y/N's thigh and hitched her leg up around his waist, allowing him to reach spots inside her that no one had reached before. "Never want to lose you, want you to be mine."

"You won't lose me, Peter, I'm right here sweetheart, I'm yours--" Y/N bit off a gasp as her orgasm rocked through her.

A few thrusts later Peter followed her over the edge, groaning out her name against her lips as he found his own release deep inside her. 

They continued to kiss languidly as they came down from their highs together, Y/N tracing gentle patterns up and down Peter's back.

She shivered as Peter gave her one final kiss before carefully withdrawing from her still-sensitive core and laying down next to her, pulling her to him in a cuddle.

Peter pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you," he confessed softly.

Y/N looked up at him in surprise, unable to hide the smile spreading on her face. "What? Really?"

Peter nodded with a smile of his own. "Yeah, really."

Y/N leaned up and kissed him. "Well good, because I love you too."

"Yeah?"

Y/N giggled. "Yes, you dork."

Peter grinned. "So what do you say, then? Be my Valentine? Officially, that is."

Y/N pretended to think. "Ehh, I dunno…"

She laughed as Peter poked her side in retaliation. "Of course I'll be yours, Pete. I already was."

Peter pulled her back to his side, planting another kiss to the side of her head. "I've been yours too. For a while now."

They laid together quietly after that, basking in the feel of each other's arms.

Y/N could feel herself start to doze off. "Hey, Y/N?" she heard Peter say.

She yawned. "Yeah, Pete?"

"Thank you. For everything."

"Mmm. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

As Y/N drifted off, she thought, Happy Valentine's Day indeed.

[crisispider]

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[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → @blindbastard + send me ♣ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

✧˖° → WHO IS THE BETTER DANCER? Everyone knows Peter can't dance. It's just common knowledge, sure he will say that he can and he will give it his best WHITE GUY go of it but like at the end of the day if there is to be a better dancer it isn't Peter.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES THE OUTDOORS MORE AND WHO LIKES THE INDOORS MORE? See the thing is they are both new york boys, and like I would argue that they both like being outside in their city a fair and maybe equal amount, maybe Peter a little more than Matt if that's not exactly his full thing.

Now if we are talking full on camping/hiking/fishing/sports that sort of thing? See that's hard to say. Peter is very much a city boy he had no interest in any of that ans is very much an indoor boy.

✧˖° → WHO'S A CAT PERSON AND WHO'S A DOG PERSON? I feel like they are both definitely CAT BOYS, because like I mean... look at them. So clearly what I am hearing is that they need to adopt a kitten together.

✧˖° → WHO'S MORE SOCIAL? Mhmmm going off what I know of Matt (and I could be wrong so tell me if I am!) I would imagine that Peter is the more social one of the two of them. Peter loves making friends and is all about community when he isn't in a depression spiral.

✧˖° → WHO MAKES THE BED EVERY MORNING? Matt would have to do a whole lot of SWEET TALKING if he wants Peter to make any bed, he thinks it's the silliest thing in the world... buuuut sometimes you can convince him to do it.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES TO KEEP THE HOUSE COLD AND WHO LIKES TO KEEP THE HOUSE WARM? Peter struggles with temperature regulation to the point that it can even effect his mood, so he tries to keep it at a really comfortable temp a little chilly but not too chilly. He is occasionally a time to put up with Matt.

✧˖° → WHO TAKES LONGER GETTING READY? See the thing is they are both heroes and needing to be able to get in and out of costumes and lightening speed but Peter is also full of ADHD so when he isn't trying to race off to fight crime or avoid getting caught in his costume it takes him forever to get out the door and he is often late to pretty much everything even when it isn't because of superheroing.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES SCARY MOVIES AND WHO LIKES FUNNY ONES?

Okay so here is the thing. Peter is just an all around movies person. He loves pretty much any genre of film too. He loves the adrenaline rush from a really good scary movie. (Or the giggle of all the outrageously bad ones.) He loves romances and comedies and dramas that make him cry. So it would all depend on if Matt happens to have a favorite genre that he prefers.

✧˖° → WHO SCREAMS WHEN THEY SEE A BUG AND WHO IS KILLING IT?

I mean... one of them kinda IS a bug. (yes we know that spiders are not bugs but shhhhhh) So I can't really imagine either one of them are the type to really scream about a bug in the house, and Peter tends to live a pretty big 'capture & release' policy for pretty much all living creatures.

✧˖° → WHO IS THE MORE TECHNOLOGY CHALLENGED?

See.. here is the thing, I would argue it's technically Matt, but only because Peter is a genius who literally builds his own web shooters and gear more often than he doesn't.

✧˖° → WHO WOULD BE MORE LIKELY TO BURN SOMETHING IN THE OVEN?

Have you met Peter B. Parker? Obviously it's him.

✧˖° → WHO TALKS IN THEIR SLEEP?

I would make an argument for either one of them, they both have a lot of unresolved trauma and need therapy. Nightmares happen. But I feel like they both have cute ways to help comfort the other when it happens.

✧˖° → WHO LEAVES THE CAP OFF THE TOOTHPASTE?

Peter is the living embodiment of ADHD most days. It's obviously him, but it's never done on purpose, he is just... forgetful.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES GETTING DRESSED UP MORE?

I would say... Matt? I don't know if I would say he LIKES it, but he is a lawyer and there is so much suit wearing happening on a daily basis, as to where Peter would like to actively avoid suits at all cost.

✧˖° → WHO'S BETTER AT TYING TIES?

Matt. He does tie one every day after all, but Peter is desperately trying to learn to do it better so he can do it for Matt in the morning. ( I have a million and one headcanons about how helping your partner get dressed in the morning or for bed and having established domestic routines like that is just Peter's jam.)

✧˖° → WHO RECORDED THE ANSWERING MESSAGE ON THE HOUSE PHONE?

It's both of them, because if Matt isn't involved the message is absolutely going to be the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever heard. Peter can't do anything at a CHILL level.

✧˖° → WHO'S BETTER AT PLANNING ROMANTIC THINGS?

I would say... Peter. He is a hopeless romantic, and when he tries? Oooo that boy can be so smooth. (In an awkward dorky kind of way.) He loves, love. He loves being in love? and he loves Matt. This isin't to say he doesn't mess up, because we all know that he does. He misses important dates, and he is always late, but I think because both of them are superheros they would find this lovely little balance that could be so cute and sweet? Thing of the patrolling dates!

✧˖° → WHO TAKES UP MORE SPACE IN THE CLOSET?

Peter. He has a lot nerdy shirts. Don't judge him.

✧˖° → WHO HAS MORE OF A SWEET TOOTH?

Peter. Peter has such a fucking sweet tooth that sometimes you really should be treating him like a child.

✧˖° → WHO DRINKS MORE OFTEN?

It's hard to say, I wouldn't really classify either of them as really drinkers persay... but I do know that Peter is way more of a stoner and prefers a high to a drunk any day.

✧˖° → WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO LAUGH DURING A SERIOUS SITUATION?

Again I say, have you met Peter Benjamin Parker? He finds ways to make jokes in literally EVERY situation. It's what he does.

[wallcravvler]

This has been rattling around in my head for like a week, and I just find myself needing to write this down. And what is THIS, exactly? Well, I'll tell you! This, here, is a meta post on Peter Parker & how he projects his feelings of guilt onto things. Which I'll put under a read more for reasons (aka it's HELLA long)

So, I wanna start by saying that Peter is a very private person when it comes to certain affairs. For instance, as far as I know from reading the comics, he's never told anyone about the night Gwen died. The only people who know are those who were involved in the matter, with some notable exceptions, those being Ben Reilly and Kaine Parker as well as Jessica Drew, Ben and Kaine are exceptions because they're literally Peter and thus, have his memories. And Jessica knows because he told her (as said by Jessica herself during Spider-Gwen volume 2, issue #3) she even tells Gwen "Jeez. Which jerk told YOU about the bridge?"

What I'm getting at is that Peter usually doesn't talk these things out, if other heroes know, it's not because he told them. It's because they figured it out. Peter internalizes these things and, in a way, keeps traumatizing himself, he replayed Gwen's death so many times that he effectively invented a way to save people who are falling and not risk killing or harming them.

Two big examples come, of course, from Norman's hands. He tried it twice after Gwen, one with MJ and another time with Anna Maria Marconi, and Peter's inner monologue says "Practiced this a thousand times, where to latch on to someone... How much counter-force to use reeling them in. At this point, I could do it in my sleep... Because I'm determined never to relieve old nightmares."

This is just one example, another one is how he projects all his feelings regarding Gwen onto Earth-65s Gwen. During the Sin-Eater storyline, he texted Gwen and when they have a chance to talk he tells her, "Look, I know you're not MY Gwen Stacy, and I'm not your Peter Parker. I get that. But right now? Right now, I just really need to know what she would want me to do-- And you are the closest I can get to having an answer." This right here is the best example I have of how he works. With E-65! Gwen he's projecting all his feelings of shame and regret but more importantly his love and guilt. Pete is determined to never face another Gwen situation again, and for the most part he follows through on it.

Yet another instance of him projecting his feelings is when he failed to save J. Jonah's wife, Marla. He made this whole vow saying "Whenever I'm around, wherever I am… No one dies!". As y'all can see, he's projecting his guilt onto saving EVERYBODY, even though it's not realistic.

What I'm trying to say with this wall of text is that Peter carries around a massive amount of guilt for his failures, sure, he uses them to motivate himself, to be better, to avoid a repeat of that situation, but he doesn't process these things in a healthy way! There’s no way to even go into the topic in a way that doesn’t make him sound like, at best, someone who needs constant therapy. He just doesn't talk about it willingly, he only brings these things up when he's under extreme stress (Sin-Eater, saving Anna Maria, etc) or when he's forced to.

[silently-waiting-for-you]

Marvel

Trope: de-aged peter parker

a gift of time

Holy shit, mini-Peter was adorable. Tony seriously wanted to just cuddle the kid, maybe kiss his cheeks, definitely spoil him.

or

In which Peter gets de-aged for two weeks, and Tony gets to be a dad.

. . . . .

a little hiccup

While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs and something happens to him. Now he has to go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Shameless Irondad and Spiderson.

. . . .

age regression was impossible... right?

He didn't see anything at first, and had been getting ready to turn around and examine the area behind him when he saw it.

Tony had to do a double take when he saw it. Wait, not it, a child. There was a child sitting in the far end of the alleyway, his small frame visible in the shadows. He couldn't be more than two years old, the small body curled up on its side in Tony's direction.

Or, in which, Peter is de-aged and Tony bares the responsibility of looking after him.

. . . .

close to my heart, never to part

During patrol one night, Peter comes across something that leaves him and Ned dumbfounded. The next morning, Ned is dropping off a now two-year-old Peter at Tony’s. Not only does he have to figure out how to turn him back, but he must watch him. Tony wonders what he’s supposed to do with the now toddler-Peter for the next two weeks…until he slowly starts to wonder what he will do without this boy after the two weeks are over.

. . . . .

like a boat out on the ocean (i'm rocking you to sleep)

"Hey there, Roo." Tony whispered to the little child, slowly kneeling in front of him and giving him a small smile as he wiped away a few stray tears from rosy cheeks. "Whats'a matter, huh? You have a nightmare?"

Peter nodded, his chin wobbling and tears welling up in his doe eyes once again. He made little grabby hands towards Tony and the man instantly scooped him up, holding him gently to his chest with one arm and cradling the back of his head with the other.

Or

Peter is accidentally de-aged, and Tony and Morgan come to his rescue when he has a nightmare.

. . . . .

no take backs

Peter, Tony, and the Avengers fight a strange alien wizard with disastrous (and cute) consequences for Peter. Now Tony has to deal with a five-year-old Spider-Man, and the Rogues, who don’t think he’s capable of taking care of his favorite intern. Set a few weeks after the events of Spider-Man’s Pizza Delivery Service.

OR

Peter gets de-aged, and there is a lot of domestic fluff and crack that follows for him and Tony.

. . . . .

parent for a weekend

“Kid?” He approached the pile of clothes. What he saw, almost made his eyes bug out of his head. There was a small child, no older than two, in the middle of the pile of clothes, as if they were swimming in the clothes. When the child looked up at him, Tony gasped. He’d know those brown eyes anywhere.

“Mis’er S’ar?”

----

Or Peter somehow gets de-aged and it's up to Tony to fix it and also take care of him.

Iron Man Bingo #12- "Did you just call me dad?"

. . . . .

spider-baby (literally)

“Oh my God, oh my God!”

“Dammit Stark! You had one job!”

“Language! Peter! Peter, come down please.”

“Hold on guys, I have an idea,” Sam said and ran off.

Peter looked down at the adults talking over each other and let out delighted laugh at the sight. Tony was taken aback, looking offended. “Did the little crap just laughed at us?”

Or when Peter gets accidentally turned into a baby, chaos and fluff ensures.

. . . . .

spider-baby of mine

Tony never considered himself a father to anyone, but when Peter is hit with an alien weapon and de-aged, that's exactly what he needs to be.

[parkerpeter24]

Arguing about what Christmas movies to watch with any Peter you want! And maybe

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”?

It doesn't need to be smut💖

this fic was exactly 777 words for some reason? 😭 i loved writing it!!! i made it my baby ps4 pete

pairing: PS4!peter x reader

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peter was home alone. he was supposed to go over at may’s today but she was busy at the feast centre. the only thing peter could think of was to go over to your place and hang out with you.

so he changed quickly into his spidey suit, packing his clothes into his backpack. singing it over his shoulder and he was off to your place but when he reached your window, the room seemed empty and cold. he knocked anyway, receiving no reply. he sat down on the railing, pulling out his battered phone from his backpack he typed in your contact name and called you.

after a few rings, you picked up, your voice breathy.

“you’re out?” he asked.

“went grocery shopping.”

“in this weather?” peter asked, voice amused.

“i wanted to eat ramen, pete. you know i’d do anything for some good ramen.” you giggled and peter heard your front door open.

“well, can you open the window?” he asked, hearing shuffling from your apartment until he saw you opening the door to your room.

“i thought you were going over to may’s?” you mumbled into the phone still as you made your way over to the window, unlocking it for him.

peter quickly stumbled inside, hanging up and giving you a shrug, “she’s busy with martin, feast work.”

you gave him a smile, “fancy some ramen?”

after a while, the two of you were cuddled under the bed, finished ramen bowls kept on your bedside table as the two of you browsed through movies to watch on your laptop.

peter’s arm was lazily draped around your shoulders, his hand playing with your hair, “nightmare before christmas?”

“a little too late for that, parker.” you chuckled, looking at him.

“wanna watch a christmas movie?” he suggested and you nodded your head, “which one?”

you scrolled through the options, “silent night?”

“i’m sorry, i thought you said it was too late for that.” he gave you a look, making you roll your eyes.

“it’s not a halloween movie.”

“keep scrolling.” he said, not giving you the chance to do so as his finger met the screen of your laptop, scrolling past ‘silent night’, “maybe something classic like love actually or jingle all the way?”

you scrunched up your nose in disapproval, “we’ve seen it too many times.” it was peter’s turn to roll his eyes.

“it’s classic for a reason, babe.”

“how about we watch something new?”

peter gave it a thought and shrugged, “go on.”

“willy wonka?”

“that’s old-”

you cut him off, “i was talking about the new one.”

“that’s not exclusively a christmas movie.”

you groaned and looked back at the screen, “holidate?”

“cliché”

“christmas with you?”

“even more cliché.”

you looked at him with a straight face and he just kissed your forehead. you rested your head on his shoulder and just clicked on the next movie you found, “we’re watching family switch.”

“fine with me.”

the two of you watched the movie and you tried to keep your focus on the movie even though halfway through it peter was nestling his face into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. you kept your eyes trained at the screen, feeling him place butterfly kisses along your neck, “what are you doing?”

“got bored.” he mumbled back to your question, placing more kisses along your neck and collarbone, relaxing against the bed. your focus was breaking once peter’s hot tongue swirled against your warm skin. you gasped a little, feeling his teeth nip at your collarbone.

“it’s a nice movie.” you claimed.

“this is better.” he continued leaving kisses over the spot he bit before trailing kisses from the base of your neck, up to your jaw. his teeth biting into your skin every once in a while was followed by him soothing it by swiping his tongue over it.

it must’ve been almost ten minutes before you shut your laptop, pushing it away. your hand travelled to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

peter gasped a sound of surprise but kissed you back, his hands flying to your waist and pulling you closer to him. you pushed him back onto the bed, haphazard with the blanket as you straddled his lap.

when the two of you parted for air, peter’s eyes ran over your skin and he chuckled. you gave him a questioning look, “what?”

“i may or may not have left some…. marks.”

your hands went to the skin of your neck, dragging your fingers over the slightly sore spots.

“well…” you mumbled, smirking down at him, “it’s only fair if i return the favour.”

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[yesitsmewhataboutit]

His senses

Peter Parker x Reader

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Summery: how his sense work around you (Sleeping, Pregnancy, Public)

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Sleeping

When Peter is asleep his mind is dormant

His senses make it so he’s still “aware” but his mind isn’t moving as fast

Because of that, he’s very aware of you

His body will know if you woke up, if you’re cold, if somethings wrong and you get up, and it will automatically react if needed

If you roll away from him in your sleep and wake up cold, he’ll know and turn over to you, cuddling your body to his to keep you warm

If you wake up and can’t go back to sleep, whether it’s a nightmare or regular night, he’ll pull you to his chest and his hands instinctively comfortingly rub your back or arms, wherever it is you like the most

If it’s not enough and you stay awake, he’ll wake himself up and talk to you, whispering sweet things and lulling you to sleep

His arms will always be wrapped around you and if you squirm enough he’ll wake up to see what’s wrong

When you’re supposed to be asleep, your slow steady heart rate is what keeps him asleep in a peaceful rest, but if it’s faster then normal cause you’re awake he’ll want to do whatever he can to help you go back to sleep

He knows you love his sleepy voice and will purposely talk close to your ear to lull you to sleep faster

Pregnancy

His instincts are constantly dialed to 100

He had heard the second heart beat and at first thought it was a intruder, but after figuring out it wasn’t he looked like a deer in headlights staring at you

After that he does not leave your side

He only goes on patrol after he cuddles with you and you’re asleep and he’ll slip away, knowing youre safe asleep

Where ever you go he surveys the area and if he feels the slights tingle of something off his hand will be holding yours in seconds

He can feel when the baby kicks? Well not like you can but he can sense the movement

I don’t know… it was weird the first time it happened. He thought his head was about to explode but eventually figured out that every time he got the feeling was also when you said the baby kicked

So Karen has instant kill…. But Peter does too

As you get further into the pregnancy he’s at his protective peek

He will punch and body slam anyone that does anything even remotely dangerous near you

Public

It’s like he tracks you

He knows your heartbeat specifically and if you’re within a certain range of him he’ll know exactly where you are

If he ever gets a sensory overload and it’s too much for him he’ll cling to you, you know exactly what to do and how to help him calm down

If anyone even so much as grazes you while walking by he’ll know

If your heartbeat speeds up and he can tell you’re uncomfortable for any reason he’ll pull you away from wherever you are and swing you too a roof top to calm down

Masterlist

Ahem: @druighoney

[softtdaisy]

EVERY BREATH EVERY HEARTBEAT

DESCRIPTION I when gwen has to leave, she asks peter to come and take care of you. there is just one problem: you hate peter parker.

PAIRING I tasm!peter parker × fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 5k

A/N I a massive thank you to my lovely @burnthoneymint​ who accepted to beta read this story. She made it so much better, thank you so much ily 🥺  this story contains a toxic relationship, if you’re in one and you need to talk about this, you can send me a dm I know what it’s like 🥺💛

WARNING I tw toxic relationship tw anxiety

You hated Peter Parker.

A fact that made the whole cohabitation thing rather difficult.

It was either that or Gwen not accepting her dream internship offer in London. And there was no way you would prevent your best friend from living her dream. You tried to convince her that you didn’t need a babysitter to take care of you while she was away. You weren’t a baby, for God’s sake!

But your nightmares were saying otherwise. So, when she had told you she found someone to stay in her room while she was gone, you had no other choice than to accept. You thought it couldn’t be that bad to have another roommate.

You had no idea that Gwen would ask the only person you couldn’t bare being in the same room with to look after you and of course, she didn’t tell you that Peter was coming. Not even before she left. You found out the next morning, when you woke up and saw him sitting on your couch. Eating breakfast.

“What the hell.”

Those were the first words you said to Peter in years. He looked up at you with a big smile, his mouth full of cereal. You didn’t give him the chance to talk to you before heading straight to the kitchen.

Gwen had a ton of friends. She could have asked anyone. But she decided that it would be better for you to confront your feelings instead. And you hated that.

You could see Peter from where you stood, your kitchen being open to the living room. You couldn’t believe he looked exactly the same. It almost felt like he graduated from high school yesterday. He still had the same messy brown hair that he kept running his fingers through. Now that you took a closer look maybe he was a tad bit more muscular– Who were you kidding, you knew he was. He definitely didn’t have those perfect toned arms back then. And thanks to the white shirt he had so casually thrown on, you could clearly tell that his chest and back had increased in muscle mass too.

Of course, he still had this sarcastic look lingering in his eyes that drove you mad just like the old days. Peter Parker was still the same person he was in high school.

And you still hated him all the same.

“So, it’s you.” You put yourself right in front of the TV to block his line of vision. Despite that his smile never wavered.

You couldn’t believe you had to live with Peter for weeks. How were you not supposed to burst out in a fit of rage when he just sat there? Eating his dumb cereal with that dumb look on his face?  When he didn’t answer you and simply went back to eating his cereal, you knew this was going to be a living hell.

“I can’t do this.” you added, breaking the silence and leaving the room altogether.

You didn’t leave your room all day, not caring about what he might be doing all alone in your apartment. You even pretended that you didn’t care if he brought someone here or not. You just didn’t care. You were going to ignore Peter just like you did all those years ago.

Or at least you thought.

It was 1 a.m. and you couldn’t sleep. Every time you attempted to close your eyes, you were trapped in a nightmare. It’s been going on for weeks now and you were about to reach your limit and start to hit your head against the wall to finally knock yourself unconscious to get some good night's rest. You hated the fact that you’ve become so fragile and broken, but it wasn’t your fault. How could you ever blame yourself for meeting such an awful person?

Just as you closed your eyes for the nth time that night, you heard a massive explosion in, you assumed, your living room. The loud sound was followed by a ‘Holy fucking shit’. You jumped immediately, shaking from the fear of having someone in your apartment. How did he come in? What was he going to do? Unknowingly you grabbed the sheets so hard that your knuckles had turned white. This couldn’t be it– You almost had a heart attack when your door slammed open. This was the end.

You were 100 % sure your ex was there, ready to exact his revenge on you.

Turned out it was just Peter, in his Star Wars shirt and boxer.

He immediately ran to you and grabbed your face with his hands. The inside of his palms were damp, he must’ve just washed them before rushing here, you loved the feeling of  water against your skin. Especially now when your face was burning, it helped you calm down. Peter was absolutely frantic about what just happened.

“Are you alright?” he asked over and over, until you finally nodded, realizing that Peter was talking to you. “I heard you scream, I thought something happened.”

You didn’t notice you were screaming. It wasn’t the first time. At least that was what Gwen told you. At that moment you realized that she had stopped telling you about it so you wouldn’t feel bad and not because you stopped screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.

When one of Peter’s hands slid down your arm, you didn’t hesitate and nuzzled close.  You needed to feel safe and convince your brain that it was only Peter. Not somebody else.

Peter was confused at first. You haven’t spoken to him all day and now you were in his arms? It wasn’t part of the plan. Well, there wasn’t exactly a plan per se,  only Gwen telling him that he needed to stay here and take care of you. He slowly placed his hand on your back to steady your body against his. You were still shaking, and it was quite devastating for him to witness. Peter always saw you as this strong girl that could punch a guy without hesitation. He never saw you cry. The worst part of this all was that he knew you would hate yourself next morning for crying in front of him.

But he would gladly accept this hate if it made you feel better.

“Let’s go back to sleep, okay?” he whispered in your ear. He didn’t let you answer before slowly laying you back on your bed. You were still pressed against his chest. Since you weren’t trying to escape his arms, Peter thought that you didn’t mind. His free hand ended up on your hair, brushing it slowly to help you relax. He had no idea what you liked. He wished he did.

You never imagined you would fall asleep in Peter’s arms. But you had to admit it was pretty reassuring. His arms felt strong around your body, and you could feel the heat of his chest against you. You had a hard time being close to anyone like this, except for your best friend. But weirdly, being with Peter right now felt right.

Falling asleep, you remembered the days when you were sitting next to him in class. You had no idea if he was using the same kind of shower gel, but he smelt just like he did back then. Suddenly you were a teen again and your problems all disappeared. The only person in your world was Peter Parker.

Peter slept a good hour in your bed. He didn’t even realize he was until he woke up and felt your breath against his neck. That was definitely not what he had planned when he came here. It took him a few seconds to remember why he was even in your room. You were more relaxed now from when he came in. He hesitated between staying here to make sure you would be alright or leaving. But Peter thought you would be mad at him if you woke up together the next morning. So, after he gave you a forehead kiss he couldn’t resist, he got up and went to his bedroom. And his bed never felt emptier.

When Peter woke up the next morning, you were already in the living room. It was a sight he had to get used to: your computer on your thighs and a coffee cup next to you. You didn’t even look up.

You were ashamed that out of all the people in the world, Peter Parker was the one who saw you at your lowest. Moreover, you were ashamed to hate him so much when he hasn’t been anything but nice to you last night. He could have left you alone. You wouldn’t even have told Gwen if he didn’t take care of you. You weren’t expecting anything from Peter. Even less for him to kiss your forehead so softly. You weren’t sure it actually happened. You just felt it. But when he entered the room this morning, it was like your whole body was screaming; it happened girl!

You appreciated that Peter didn’t say a single thing about last night. No “you’re feeling better?” No, “you slept good?” No, “so you slept in my arms, hm?” Peter acted like it didn’t happen and it was exactly what you wanted. Maybe you should work on that hate after all.

Or maybe not. Working next to him was worse than you imagined.

“Turn off the TV.” You hissed between your teeth.

Peter was clearly playing on your nerves and he knew what he was doing. You could tell from the mischievous smile spreading across his face. He propped his legs above the table and crossed them as if he owned the place.  You were going to kill this man.

“Come take the remote if you want to turn it off so bad.” He finally answered, his eyes glued to the screen.

He wanted to play, did he now? Fine, you were a good player.

You put your computer to the side and started prowling towards Peter to grab the remote he held tightly in his hand. The same hand that was moving as far away as it could from you. His laugh echoed alongside your annoyed groans, you almost thought of placing a right between his legs to shut him up but decided against it. Why were you stuck with the worst human on earth?

You almost grabbed the remote when your phone started ringing. And suddenly, it was as if the world stopped. You couldn’t hear the TV nor Peter’s voice who was asking about the caller ID. You couldn’t tell who it was from there. But you were too scared to see. He couldn’t call you, Gwen had taken care of that by blocking his number, but you knew he would use private numbers to reach you.

It wasn’t until your phone stopped ringing that you sat back and finally looked at the caller ID. “unknown.” Of course. You had no idea how long you stood silently still, looking straight at the wall, trying to calm yourself down. When you felt a hand on your thigh, you almost jumped despite knowing it was Peter. But his hand didn’t slide to your inner thigh, not like your ex used to do. You knew you were safe.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked in a low voice.

Peter knew that sometimes it was terrifying to talk about issues. Because actually voicing them out made them feel more real r and it forced you to face them. He didn’t want to force you. Not when you couldn’t even look him in the eyes if it’s not to insult him. But right now, he seemed to be the only person around you. And he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy to stay silent for weeks.

“What did Gwen tell you exactly?” you shifted your gaze to face Peter.

One thing you remembered about the past was that he was incapable of lying when he was face to face with someone. He could, of course. But it didn’t work when the person he was lying to knew how he wetted his lips again and again as he tried to find the perfect lie. The perks of seeing your best-friend with her boyfriend all the time.

“Not much.” He shrugged. “She said that you needed someone to stay with you while she was away. When I asked why you couldn’t stay alone, she said that you were not at your best and that she didn’t like the idea of you being lonely. She probably thought she wasn’t the one to tell me what your problem was, and I respect that.”

Peter’s eyes couldn’t leave yours; it was like he was afraid to disturb the moment. When Gwen told him that she didn’t want to leave you alone, he really thought she was messing with him. Why would you need someone? Now he understood that Gwen was sincerely scared for you and Peter could now see why. “I also respect it if you don’t want to tell me either. I’m good.”

“I dated my ex, Sam, for about a year. If you ask Gwen, she’ll tell you she knew from the very beginning that something was wrong with the guy.”

You laughed about it, it was a bitter laugh. Deep down you wished you had listened to her when she told you to be careful about Sam. When Peter took your hand, you realized you were scratching your skin. Something you do every time you start to talk about the whole situation.

“Everything was fine between us. But he started to change in the last couple of months, he became more…possessive. He wanted to see my phone all the time to make sure I wasn’t texting another guy. He kept it with him when we were hanging out, so he knew I wouldn’t be talking to anyone else. Not even Gwen. I was supposed to be completely focused on him.”

You could almost hear him say you’re my girlfriend, I’m the most important person in your life. Not anybody else. A shiver climbed up your spine.

“He had the passwords to all my social media, in case I was trying to hide the affair that I wasn’t having. Sometimes he texted me if he saw me online, to know who I was talking to. I could barely go out without him because he was so sure I would find another man. I had to text him all the time to convince him that I wasn’t cheating.” You rolled your eyes at this, trying to make it sound less pathetic than it was to you.

But in the end, you did feel pathetic agreeing to all of this from the start. And you thought Peter was probably thinking the same. Fearfully, you looked at him, you noticed the change in his expression. He looked angry, frustrated almost. He was gritting his teeth so hard that you wondered when he would start to bleed.

“One day I tried to break up with him, I couldn’t deal with all his possessiveness anymore. But…he threatened to jump off the window. He literally sat on the border, ready to jump if I left him and I… I couldn’t have his death weighing on my conscience!” Your voice broke at that moment. You had to bite your tongue to silence your sobs. “After that I started becoming more scared and stressed about him. I was scared about what he might do if I left him… If he didn’t hurt himself, who was he going to hurt? Me? The person I’m seeing? One night he came here, and Gwen noticed how anxious I was about it. When he refused to leave, she called the police.”

You could almost hear Gwen again, how she told you that she would have been more careful about him and how she was going to beat the hell out of him if he ever came back.

“They put a restraining order against him. Which is already a good thing but it’s not like I have a police officer in front of my door 24/7. Well, I had Gwen, it’s quite the same.” You laughed a little but clearly Peter didn’t find this humorous. You might’ve regretted this later on, but you placed your hand on top of his. Trying to convince him that it was fine. But you had to convince yourself first which was even harder. “It will get better. Don’t worry about it.”

Since Peter wasn’t answering, you decided to leave the room. You grabbed your computer and locked yourself in your bedroom. You didn’t need Peter’s pity. For a few minutes, you forgot about your hate for him.

Or more exactly, the reason why you hated him.

The next following days were quite confusing for Peter. He almost didn’t see you at all since you were leaving your bedroom only to get coffee in the morning or to take a shower. Something that you did either early in the morning when he was still sleeping or late at night when you heard his door closing. He understood it the first night. He still didn’t want to confront you about your feelings, so he accepted that.

Yet, Peter Parker wasn’t a doll you could play with. He was still living here. And he’d hate to leave the place without being on good terms with you.

So, one night, he waited for you. He closed his door and stood in the hallway; his arms crossed against his chest. When you left your room, you were definitely not ready to come across Peter. You jumped at the sight of him and cursed under your breath.

“What are you doing here?” you knew you sounded silly, complaining about your roommate being outside his bedroom.

“Why do you hate me?” he sounded more confused than he wanted to. But he couldn’t help it. No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn’t put his finger on the thing he did that made you hate him like this.

You were caught off guard by his unprompted question and tried to escape the whole situation. There was no way you would admit it, especially not to him. But whenever you tried to move around him, he stopped you. It was getting on your nerves.

“Leave me alone.” You mumbled but when he grabbed your wrist, you knew you were doomed. Peter was way too strong for you to escape and you would either hurt yourself or him if you tried. And the whole temporary-roommates situation would be ruined.

“Fine, you want to know?” you snarled, venom in your voice. “It was because I loved you, Peter!”

You looked Peter straight in the eyes. If that was what he wanted to hear, fine, you were playing into his little game. Peter’s silence wasn’t the answer you were expecting. You never thought confessing would actually give you some kind of relief, getting drunk on honesty, you started to spill your guts.

“I was head over heels in love with you back in high school. I was so used to getting my heart broken by assholes that suddenly, seeing you, the nice and discreet guy next to me in class was like a dream come true. But I was too scared that you wouldn’t want me back. Nobody knew about it. Not even Gwen. She only knew I liked a guy from school and one day she said I should write you a letter. I didn’t want to. But guess what? I did. I fucking did Peter.”

You inched closer to him and placed your first against his chest. You could see the confusion in his eyes, but it didn’t matter. You were back in high school with a broken heart and false hopes.

“The very same day I put the letter in your locker, you started seeing Gwen. I felt so stupid, I didn’t want to break up her new relationship. All I wanted was to take it back. I thought that the day you would come talk to me about this, we would have found a solution.”

You lowered your gaze to the floor. You remembered waiting every single day for Peter to say something. Anything. Analyzing every look he gave you. Hoping that the two of you would at least be able to act like nothing happened. For some reason, you kept having hopes that he would say he loved you too even if it wasn’t fair to Gwen.

“The worst thing about this was that you never acknowledged my feelings. I was nothing to you Peter and it was probably worse than you just rejecting me.”

Peter, ever so slowly, hooked a finger under your chin and pushed your downcasted gaze up to meet his gaze. You frowned but only for a few seconds. His subtle touch had managed to calm you down. Peter felt like he was in another universe. Everything you had just confessed seemed so unreal.

“I never got your letter.” it was barely a whisper, as if he was scared you were going to run away the second you understood what he was saying. And when you parted your lips, he didn’t hesitate to push a finger against the to silence you. “If I did, I would never have ignored you or your feelings [y/n]. Even if I was with Gwen. I would have preferred talking about this a million times than seeing you avoiding me like I killed your whole family.” When you rolled your eyes, he pressed his finger a little bit harder on your lips, smiling. “You know it’s true.”

“That doesn’t tell me where my letter is.” You finally said as Peter moved his finger away from your lips. But it was a question Peter didn’t know the answer to. He was curious to know how it could have disappeared from his locker. Nobody had access to it except him…right?

“Do you mind letting me take my shower now?” you asked, and moved out of your way, still slightly dazed. So, you’ve been in love with him all this time. Maybe everything wasn’t lost for him.

Peter suddenly moved past you and entered your room, you stared at him in complete shock, mouth ajar as he looked around.

“You know what’s funny…” he began, moving towards the bed.

You were definitely going to kill Peter Parker in his sleep.

“You hated me because you loved me.” Now he was sitting on your bed, his back pressed snug against the wall and his legs dangling off of the side.

He looked comfortable and you had to stop yourself from joining him on the bed. How many times did you dream of Peter being in your room at night? You slightly shook your head, trying to empty your mind as you attempted to shoot your best glare at him.

“So, you found it so funny that you decided to stay there?”

“No, I have another question for you.”

You sighed and decided to not look at him anymore. Ignoring him was maybe the best idea, you just had to do your thing. That was what you had been doing all your life anyway so why stop? You just had to keep ignoring him.

“Can I stay there tonight?”

You dropped everything you were holding to the floor, you definitely heard that wrong. There was no way.

“What did you just say?” you turned around to look at him. You were so sure that he would have this smug expression that you were almost surprised when you saw actual sincerity.

“I’m not playing with your feelings; so please stop any plans you’re working on to kill me. I heard you crying the night before and…you seemed to sleep well when I was here so…”

He looked down, playing with his fingers. Peter didn’t mean any wrong, he really wanted you to feel better. You slowly started to realize that you’ve been misjudging him all these years. He was probably right; he never got your letter and that was the reason why he never said anything. Maybe Peter Parker was a good guy in the end.

You simply nodded to accept his request. You noticed the smile on his face before he went back on his phone, waiting for you. Neither of you said a word until you were both laying on the bed next to each other.

He was right, you were more reassured when he was around. He was laying on his back, and you were on your side, looking at him. He put his arm around you naturally, like you’ve been doing this all your life.

“This doesn’t mean I still love you, Peter.”

“Sure” he laughed before kissing your forehead. This felt so right that you couldn’t help but dream about a life where you never met Sam and Peter was all you’ve known, that he was your boyfriend since the beginning. Your life could’ve been so much better if you had the courage to say you love him back then.

Or even now.

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone in your bed. Well, except for the little piece of paper that said, “went to the grocery store, I can’t with Gwen’s gluten free stuff anymore.” You laughed, not surprised but also grateful that he left when you weren’t awake. He was trying his best with you, and it’s been a long time since a man tried.

You wished you could spend your morning in this good mood. Just hoping for Peter to come back so you could see how this new friendship would work.

You were still making coffee when you heard a loud banging against the door.

“[y/n]! I know you’re in there! Open up please!”

Your mug slipped from your fingers and crashed against the floor, shattering into a million pieces. You recognized Sam’s voice. He had no right to be here. But he probably knew you were alone. You froze in the middle of the kitchen. All you could hear was your name being shouted for all to hear, he continued to knock on the door, loud bangs echoing within the apartment and making you tremble. You were so scared that he would break it and come in to get you. You were actually living out one of your worst nightmares.

When you started to calm down, breathing in and out, you ran to your bedroom. You had to call the police. But you were shaking too much, you couldn’t even keep your phone in your hands. Just before you dialed the number, you heard a massive crash. You closed your eyes, ready to see Sam coming here and grabbing you.

But instead you hear Peter’s voice, even from here.

“Get out of here shithead.”

Peter couldn’t care less about the grocery bags he dropped to the floor. The only thing he focused on was the man in front of the door, screaming out your name. It didn't take him long to guess who this obnoxious man was. Lunging forward, Peter grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

“You’re not welcome here, in case you didn’t notice.” If he could hear himself, he probably wouldn’t recognize his own voice.

“Who the hell are you?”

Peter hated the arrogant smile on this guy’s, Sam’s, face. How this asshole felt superior in front of him. When Peter imagined all the awful things he did to you, he didn’t hesitate and crashed his fist against Sam’s face. Peter couldn’t believe he was the reason you were so scared of leaving your house. This man deserved to die or to go to prison. Or to die in prison. But not to be around you, that was for sure.

Sam was now on the floor, groaning in pain, Peter grabbed him by the collar again, making sure he was listening to him.

“You have no right to be here. So, you have three choices. Either you leave now, or you stay, and I call the police. Or I beat the hell out of you so hard they won’t recognize you in the street anymore. Which one do you choose?”

Peter wasn’t amused when Sam pursed his lips and spitted on his face, he responded by hitting him again, this time square on the jaw. The shy and discreet Peter Parker was long gone when the people he cared for, especially you, were in danger.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” the man groaned, rubbing his jaw. Sam staggered as he got up, Peter was trying hard not to hit him again. “But if this bitch decides to…”

He never got to finish his sentence. Sam only managed to take a couple of steps forward before Peter tripped him and watched him falling to his knees.

“You should leave. Now.”

Peter stayed in front of the door until he was completely out of view. But before he could actually open the door you beat him to it.  

“You heard everything, right?” he asked, his back still facing you. Instead of answering with words, you wrapped your shaking arms around his body and pressed your face against his back.

“I did. Thank you.”

What surprised him more was when you gave him a little kiss on the neck. Peter immediately turned red, but he wasn’t ashamed to show you the effect you had on him.

Peter turned around and cupped your face between his hands, like he did the first night.

“I guess you don’t hate me anymore.”

He knew you didn’t. Or at least he hoped you didn’t. But looks didn’t lie and by that he knew he was right.  

Your eyes were shining looking at his beautiful face. The face of a man that proved to you that love wasn’t that bad and that maybe, just maybe, you could trust someone new.

“I can work on that.” You simply replied before hugging him again.

You used to hate Peter Parker. Now his arms were the only comfort you needed.

[doexoeyes]

Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death.

Notes: Fun fact, I first started this blog with a venom!reader x peter parker story (that I never got around to finishing, whoops) so here’s my attempt at one with tasm! Peter. hope you enjoy ♡

Part 2 Part 3

Part 1

“We can’t do this anymore,” he says.

There's tears in his eyes and it makes you angry because how dare he act like this is hurting him as much as it is you when he’s the one choosing to do this.

“Peter, don’t….”

“I’m not going to go through this again. I can’t go through this again. Please don’t reach out to me. Don’t call me, don’t even think about me. I’m going to stay away and for this to work, I need you to do the same.”

Your eyes are clouded with unshed tears and you dig your nails into your palm to keep them at bay because he doesn’t deserve your tears. Not when he’s willingly putting you through this.

“You…you said you loved me,” is all you let out, and you see the muscles in his neck tense up.

“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”

A tear falls down his face and you instinctively reach out to him but he immediately steps back.

“I don’t get a say?” you ask and your voice cracks and you curse yourself for being so weak in front of him.

You wish you were stronger. You wish you could be angrier. Anything to show him that you didn’t give a damn about him breaking your heart because someone that put you through this much pain didn’t truly love you and didn’t deserve for you to love them back.

“You get to say goodbye.”

But you were never in control of anything when it came to Peter Parker.

“I can’t leave you without telling you why. It’s selfish of me, but I need you to know that it isn’t because I didn’t love you or because you did anything wrong. I…I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just don’t want your entire life to be spent with me.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“Gwen she….her life was cut short because of me and I…I’m not going to let that happen to you. I refuse,” he says firmly.

You nod slowly, taking in his words.

You’re not going to win this fight. Not when he just admitted that he’s no longer going to fight for you.

“I hate you,” you say surprisingly, eyes locked on his.

He gives you a watery smile but the sadness in his eyes makes it look pathetic.

“Good.”

And he turns around and walks away.

Just like that.

Leaves you alone in front of your favorite Italian restaurant with the take away container of half eaten spaghetti in your hand.

It was your anniversary today.

He broke up with you on your fucking anniversary.

“Asshole!” you scream, but he's completely out of your sight by now and you're not sure if he even heard you and part of you hopes he didn’t because you don’t mean it.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew it was coming sooner or later.

His nightmares were getting worse. He would wake up sweating and shaking and screaming and you would immediately embrace him, rubbing small circles in his back and kissing the top of his head and telling him it was ok because you knew what he was dreaming of.

He never fully recovered from Gwen’s death.

The tenants from the apartment building you both shared had let you know about his high school sweetheart’s passing before you even had a chance to meet him.

“Poor guy, completely devastated about her, even though it’s been two years. Heard it was a freak accident at a clock tower. One of those whackos after Spider-Man. That’s why you shouldn’t get mixed up in that crap,” one of your neighbors, an old man by the name of Charlie, had told you when you first moved in.

You knew Peter Parker was the man who lived right across from you, his mailbox being right on top of yours in the mailroom. You were intrigued by him, only getting to see him when he went in and out of his apartment, never even being able to talk to him. But now, knowing exactly why he was so mysterious, you were completely devastated.

You couldn’t imagine the pain he was in. So, determined to help, you made it your mission to be as friendly and courteous of a neighbor as you could be.

Whenever you would bake, you would leave tupperware filled with cookies or brownies, or whatever it was you whipped up, at his door, with a little note that said “enjoy” accompanied by a little happy face.

He had caught you one day walking back to your door after dropping some off. You freeze, having halfway entered your apartment, eyes on him.

This was the first time you got more than a rushed glance at Peter and your heart beat rapidly in your chest because he was cute. Very cute.

You brought your hand up to signal a greeting to which he mimicked, albeit a little awkwardly, but he sent you a small smile that warmed up your whole body.

Later on that night, when you open the door to head out, you see a collection of your tupperware neatly placed on your entrance rug with a small note on top.

“Thank you” handwritten with a little happy face.

You couldn't stop smiling the entire night.

You both began to talk casually, exchanging small talk whenever you would cross paths while entering or exiting your respective apartments.

Soon enough he asks if he can have the recipe for your brownies and you suggest he comes over so you could teach him in person. Baking together becomes a common occurrence and even though Peter slightly burns everything he bakes, you always say they're delicious because the smile on his face is worth it every time.

You graduate from friendly neighbors to baking partners to best friends, and eventually he even confides in you his biggest secret.

Finding out he was Spider-Man admittedly threw you through a loop, but it didn’t change how you saw Peter. He was still your best friend and your friendly neighbor from across the hall. If anything, it just made your admiration for him grow, realizing just how selfless and amazing he was.

This, unfortunately, also helped you understand just how deeply Gwen’s death affected Peter.

“I killed her,” he had said one night, eyes red and hands shaking.

You comforted him that night. You comforted him every night since. You had a first aid kit on your nightstand, ready for whenever he knocked on your window after a night of patrolling, and hugs and words of love and encouragement whenever he needed it.

His guilt pained you, his confessions of feeling like it was all his fault eating you up on the inside. But you never tired of fighting him on it.

“You do so much, Pete. You always give it your all and I know you did all you could to save her that night. You need to forgive yourself,” you state, tears in your eyes as he sobs into your neck, arms wrapped around you almost desperately.

Peter carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and you tried everyday to help ease the pressure of it all.

With how close you two had gotten and how much you leaned on one another, it was, of course, inevitable that you fell in love with him.

Despite that, you refused to risk your friendship by confessing to him, knowing that he wasn’t ready to date, let alone love anyone else for that matter.

Yes, you loved Peter, but you were more than fine if he couldn’t love you back. You cared so much for him that you were just happy to have him in your life any way you could.

One day, though, he barges into your apartment.

You were in the middle of watching a bad reality show (a Jersey Shore rerun, you remember), when you turned your head to see him entering, rushing over to you.

“Hey Pete, what’s-”

Before you could even finish, his hands cup your face and he crashes his lips on yours. You’re frozen in place, brain trying to register what was happening, but your eyes slowly close and you're surprised to feel yourself kissing back.

When he parts, your eyes flutter open, and your senses finally start working again.

“Wow,” you breathe out.

“Sorry I just….I couldn’t get it out of my head. I needed to know what that would feel like,” he confesses, forehead resting on your’s as he catches his breath.

There’s a look in his eyes that makes your heart race and you suddenly feel shy under his intense gaze.

“Oh…o-ok. Um, how…how was it?” you ask.

“It was amazing, actually. Which is a problem.”

Your brows furrowed, worried.

“How so?”

“Because I want to do it again.”

Which he does.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The rest was history.

You could continue to think about all the good times, all the romantic moments and passionate memories you shared with Peter Parker, but it’s beginning to rain and you're still standing alone in front of the restaurant, container heavy in your hand.

You don’t remember how you got home, but you do, and you immediately throw yourself on the bed, arms grasping at a pillow as you dig your face in it and sob.

Your heart was completely shattered that night.

And though you refused to believe it, Peter’s was too.

As you layed in bed crying, the container of leftover pasta you left on your kitchen counter began to shake. It falls onto the ground and an odd black substance emerges from it and begins to crawl towards your bedroom. It slides under your door frame and makes its way up your bedpost before crawling on the bed and onto the pillow your head lay on.

You had fallen asleep by this point, dry tear stains on your cheeks.

Without stirring you awake, the black substance slithers it’s way into your ear, and you were none the wiser.

At that exact moment, from right across the hall, Peter had jolted awake from his sleep, screaming your name into the dark.

[mortwig]

Flowers In Your Hair

Entry for the amazing’s @wicked-remarks​ ‘ “Kink or Treat”! 

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker/Spider-man fanfic

Words: 4,8k

Pairing: fem!OC* x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Flower Shop + Sex Pollen + (kind of) Professional Rivals

Tags: 18+ explicit, mostly strangers to lovers, smut, nudity, vaginal sex, mild praise kink, oral sex (both F and M receiving), no bed in sight, some fluff, all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Flowers in Your Hair by The Lumineers

Moodboard: here

*[I say OC because it’s written in the third person, but can be read as reader because she uses a codename the whole time and her physical appearance is barely described]

The bell over the door rang for the third time that day, and Peter barely had the energy to look up. It was probably someone “just looking” or a tourist hoping to take some aesthetic shots for their travel log. Slow days like this made him want to close the shop and swing himself far far away from here. 

He had been trying for a good hour to focus on the physics problem due for tomorrow evening’s class. Frustrated from the lack of inspiration, he finally looked up to see a young woman admiring the carnations displayed near the door. 

“Good morning!” Peter said in his best customer service voice, stifling a yawn. “If you need anything let me know.”

“I will, thank you.” The woman shot him a smile that barely reached her eyes. She seemed focused... Too focused for a simple visit to the flower shop, Peter noticed. 

Peter’s tingle rang loudly at the back of his mind, pulling him off his stool. He cleared his throat and casually made his way to the woman. 

“They are just beautiful, aren’t they? Those yellow ones arrived only this morning.”

She hummed an approval and took a step away from him, now seemingly inspecting the coloured roses. 

“Disappointment.” Peter intended for his tone to be playfully stern, but it turned out harsher than expected. This caused the woman to turn, a mixture of surprise and mild panic taking over her features for a split second, before settling into a controlled expression of confusion. 

“Excuse me?”

“Disappointment, rejection. That’s what yellow carnations mean.” Peter smirked, leaning forward as if confiding. “But don’t tell anyone, I don’t think many people buy flowers to express disdain anymore.”

She laughed and took another step away, her hand now on the door handle. The sound of her laugh warmed Peter’s chest, and for a second he forgot he was suspecting her of… of what exactly? Of acting shady in a flower shop?

Come on Peter, get a grip, you’re just sleep deprived from the night patrols. He thought to himself.

“Let’s not give them any ideas.” And with another ring of the bell, she was gone. 

Peter stood there for a few moments, taking one last look at the yellow carnations before closing the shop for the day. 

-

It was around 1 am when Peter woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. He got up to get some water. He tried to remember what the dream had been about. It was about work. Conventional work. Flower shop. But also, Spider-man? Carnations. Yellow carnations. The woman looking at the yellow carnations. What was she wearing? Wide-brimmed hat. Red wide-brimmed hat. Like that night about a year ago at the docks. Red wide-brimmed hat amongst diamond smugglers… 

Peter’s hand let go of the glass of water he was holding as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in his brain. 

By the time the glass shattered on the floor, he already had half his suit on and was headed towards the window. 

-

It wasn’t often that criminals walked in through the door of the local superhero’s side job, Peter thought to himself. He hoped he wasn’t too late as he dropped down to the ground a few buildings away. Approaching by foot, he didn’t see anyone inside, nor anywhere around him. 

In the shop, everything seemed to be in order. He approached the carnations. He thought about the new provider who had brought them. Mrs Hernandez had said they had shown a lot of interest in getting the flowers in the shop as soon as possible. This was nothing new, one would think, in the flower industry. But even Mrs Hernandez, with 50 years in the business, thought their approach was odd. “Muy raros, Peter. But the claveles are beautiful, ¿no?” she’d said.

He was lost in thought when he heard a voice behind him. 

“Well well well. If it isn’t our friendly neighbourhood killjoy.”

Peter turned to see the now familiar red hat. The rest of the outfit was now black though, including a black cloth covering her mouth and nose. 

“Who would have known the one and only Spider-man had a side gig as a florist.” She gave the keys on the door a jingle. She chuckled as she circled the room to leave Peter between her and the door. A bold move, Peter thought. She really wanted those flowers. Why not just buy them during the day?

“I don’t work here. I just… I keep spare keys for the forgetful neighbours.” Even his tone was unconvinced.

“Yeah, sure. And you just happen to be inspecting the one flower I’m here for because your sixth sense told you to.” She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe…? Who even are you?”

“You can call me Scarlet. Logistics agent. Pleasure to meet you, Spidey.” She held out her hand but he didn’t take it.

“Black market contrabandist, you mean.”

“Depends who’s setting the terms for black and white. I only want to help people have a good time.”

“Right. Well. You seem nice enough, Scarlet, but I’m finding it hard to trust you and I think I’m going to take these flowers to the police and let them work out what could have you so interested in them.”

“I really don’t think you want to do that.”

“And why is that?”

She looked at him intently for a few seconds before responding, she seemed to be weighing her options.

“Listen. I don’t deal drugs, or arms, or blood diamonds, or anything that might hurt people. I just like bringing people pleasure in ways that may be… unconventional… but not harmful. I know we might not always deal on the same side of the law, but we don’t have to be enemies. I’ve been seeing you all over the news, and I know you hold your morals above the law. So if I told you these flowers could be a big problem if handled incorrectly, will you please let me go my own way so I can take them where they won’t be a problem?” 

Peter didn’t answer, so Scarlet went on. “Or are we going to have to fight? You’re really too cute to fight.” She was bluffing. She had a fair amount of martial arts training, but she was certainly not skilled enough to take on Spider-man. 

“Tell me more about them.” Peter said, and Scarlet wondered if he was just curious.

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“The police it is then.”

“Okay, okay. These are “carnations of life”, they look like common carnations but they hold some very… interesting properties. They grow only on a small island off the coast of Croatia and people all over the world pay exorbitant prices to enjoy the side effects of their pollen. The thing is, they must be transported at night, or else they wither immediately. But it is also during the night that the pollen works its magic. So what I’m going to do is put them in this container that I have in my bag, neither of us is going to breathe for about two minutes while I do it, and then I’ll disappear and we won’t meet again for a while, okay?” She was already opening the lid to the big glass jar and reaching for them. 

But Peter moved to intercept, now standing in the narrow space between her and the flowers, almost touching them. “Wait a second. You said you didn’t deal drugs. This sounds a lot like drugs to me.”

“Be careful, Spidey! If you even brush them the pollen will go everywhere and we’ll be in big trouble.”

But Peter didn’t move, Scarlet sighed but didn’t take her eyes off the yellow blooms. 

“These give you a temporary high of sorts but are not considered a drug because they are not addictive and they have no side effects past the initial reaction. Because there is a very small production of these flowers worldwide, the people who do know about them are very secretive. I doubt even the NYPD has ever heard of them.” 

“Why should I trust anything of what you’re saying?” 

“Oh, you shouldn’t… But wouldn’t it be fun if you did?” Peter could see the smirk in her eyes, as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear: “Oh I do wish we could try this pollen together, but I’m afraid the money I’m getting from this transaction is worth way more than a night of fun with Spider-man…”

The words and sensual tone sent a wave of arousal through Peter’s veins, and his eyes went blurry for an instant. Just enough for Scarlet to reach behind him and grab the flowers. They were already in the glass jar when Peter’s tingle kicked in and reflexively swatted the jar out of Scarlet’s hands. He saw everything in slow motion: Scarlet’s panicked eyes, the jar hitting the floor and cracking into four pieces, the carnations flying off into five different directions, the pollen turning glittery with the sudden movement and spreading all around them…

Scarlet knew better, and Peter should have as well, but the sight of the sudden million sparkling specks of dust flying around them made them both gasp in awe. Neither of them had ever seen something so beautiful, so mesmerising. And that one gasp was enough.

“Fuck.” That was all Scarlet managed to say before she felt the rush through her veins.

Peter was already stumbling backwards, gasping further for air as he felt his lungs heat up like embers. He pulled his mask off, asphyxiated. He saw Scarlet taking off her hat, mask and coat, seemingly feeling ablaze as well.

“What’s… what’s going to happen to us…?” Peter managed between heavy breaths. 

Scarlet managed to lift one eyebrow and attempted to smirk, but it turned into a pained grimace.

It took about three minutes for the pain to pass. Both of them panted heavily, catching their breaths. But Scarlet got moving quickly, drawing the blinds on the big window shop, making sure they were completely shielded from the outside. She locked the door with Peter’s key, which was still in the lock. Then, she picked up the shards of glass from the floor and put them in the bin behind the counter. With some brown paper, she expertly wrapped the flowers so they were sealed off as well as she could.

Peter felt so rattled he could do nothing but stare, confused. “Was that it?” 

Scarlet looked up: “No. I’m just making sure we don’t get hurt, or arrested, or in further trouble really. It’ll kick in any minute now.”

Peter could barely process her words. He could just look at her red-tinted lips moving, the way her hair was all out of place, some locks falling on her face. Her hands moving swiftly, red nails softly scratching the counter’s surface as she put away everything that was in her way. Dazed, he looked down in horror to realise he wasn’t just aroused, he was completely hard under his suit, which was oppressing him in a way he’d never experienced before. 

“Oh.” The pollen clearly had an effect on his reflexes as well because it took him a good minute to process what was going on. By then, Scarlet was in front of him, reaching for his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss.

What had been confusion and delayed reactions instantly snapped into a desperate need to have her there and then. 

Peter quickly undid his suit and peeled it off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Scarlet did the same with her clothes, now standing in front of Peter in a lacey red underwear set. She couldn’t help but stare at his toned figure, and Peter’s breath hitched at her beautiful form.

“This is very wrong.” He said, his hands already running up and down her sides, his dick pressing against her hip as he pulled her in close. “Is there another way of stopping it?” His words were coming out on autopilot, some better part of him subconsciously trying to do what was right. But his body was betraying him with every passing second, and his brain felt foggy with an overarching desire that engulfed every thought he had and tinted it deep red with passion. And he could not stop it even if he was really trying to. At least he was pretty sure he was trying.

Scarlet, on the other hand, was surprised, to say the least. This was her first time exposed to love carnations, but from what she’d heard, and from her own impulses at that very moment, it was basically impossible to question your actions under its effect. The superhero’s morals really were strong as steel. 

“Not that I know of.” She managed, between gasps as he sucked and bit and kissed a trail down from her chin to her collarbone. Her hands were firmly anchored to his hair in a desperate attempt to keep the balance her legs were refusing to offer.

“And you’re okay with this?” He pulled away briefly to seek assurance in her eyes as much as her words.

“Yes, please, Peter, I need this.” 

Peter stilled, confused as to how she knew his real name. Panic caused a new burn of adrenaline through his veins. His face must have shown it clearly, because Scarlet lifted an eyebrow, a cocky grin across her face, and simply said: “You had a very cute nametag on this morning”.

Some kind of relative relief allowed Peter to relax slightly. “Attentive to detail. Check.” He pointed out. 

“It’s part of the job, what can I say.” She shrugged and tossed her hair back dramatically. 

“Yeah? Well, part of my job is helping people in need. So let’s get to it.”

And with that, his arms circled her waist and he lifted her up. With her legs wrapped around his torso, and her hips grinding against his hardness, Peter’s vision blurred for a few seconds, consumed by desire now that he had the green light he needed to enjoy this. 

Coming to his senses, as much as he was able to under the influence of that damn flower, he unclipped Scarlet’s bra with one hand, while the other tentatively kneaded her ass. 

The moan she stifled against his neck spurred him on. He moved towards the back corner of the shop. Hidden under an intricate display of dried flowers, was a sofa. Once a luscious shade of green velvet, it was now faded and worn out, but it would have to do. With one arm, Peter pushed away the dried flowers, leaving behind a trail of petals and leaves which gave the sofa a new colourful covering.

He gently put Scarlet down on it, then quickly removed his boxers. Scarlet’s mouth opened slightly at the sight of Peter’s dick. But he didn’t notice because he was already pushing aside her panties, and diving his tongue into her wet core. After a few circles around her clit, Scarlet was a moaning mess, sprawled on the flower-covered sofa, one hand on the armrest and one intertwined in Peter’s hair. She didn’t even notice the roughness of the dried leaves still covering the sofa, lightly scratching her skin, or the colourful petals finding their way into the locks of her hair.

Peter’s index finger gently teased her entrance while his tongue continued to work at his clit. 

“Peter, please…” 

“Please what, pretty girl?” 

“Please don’t stop.”

And he didn’t. His finger went into her smoothly, her arousal providing enough lubricant for Peter’s middle finger to follow shortly after.

Peter’s mouth suddenly covered her whole clit and sucked, tongue still teasing her. At the same time, his fingers curled, hitting her G-spot just at the right time to send her spiralling.

Whether it was Peter’s skill or the pollen’s effects, or both, the orgasm that hit her was nothing like she’d ever experienced before. Peter’s hand carried her through it all, until she was panting and pulling at his hair. He kissed her gently, his breath heavy.

“Tired already, Spidey?” 

“No, just extremely turned on right now. So if you don’t mind…?” He held his dick in his hand, his tip stroking her sensitive clit.

“I do not.” She smirked through her hazed expression. He entered her with one smooth slow stroke, stretching her and filling her up deliciously. She moaned at the feeling.

“You make such lovely sounds for me.” He started with slow strokes, letting her adjust to his size and slowly prepping her up for her second orgasm. When she started lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, he caught the hint and started picking up the pace. Her hands travelled up and down his chest, up to stroke his hair, and down his arms, tense from hovering above her on the sofa. His grunts were getting louder by the minute, and she could feel him getting close. 

But he had other ideas in mind, so he picked her up swiftly and bent her over the armrest, her hands clutching at the old velvet while her legs opened for him. He pushed a hand between her hips and the sofa, his fingers expertly applying the right amount of pressure to her throbbing clit. He entered her once more, the new angle letting him hit her sweet spot every stroke without fail.

She gasped as she felt the wave of pleasure about to hit her.

“That’s it, come for me, sweet thing. You’re doing so good for me.” The praise was enough to send her over the edge, and her muscles spasmed around his dick. A few more strokes and he was pulling out, his cum spurting onto her back. 

He pinned his hands at either side of her on the sofa, panting into her ear. They stayed there for a few minutes, catching their breath.  

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” he whispered softly, before kissing the back of her neck.

About a minute later, she felt him gently wipe her back with soft tissue. 

“Thank you.” She said quietly. 

“Is that it, then?” Although he tried hard to hide it, Peter sounded almost disappointed. 

She turned around, plopping down on the sofa and making herself comfortable. 

“From what I hear, it comes and goes in waves. The effects can last anywhere between 2 and 6 hours.”

His face remained serious, but Scarlet thought she saw a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

“Better rest up before it hits again then.” He said, lying down beside her, his arm lifted up above his head tentatively. She raised her head and he put down his arm for her to rest on. He stroked her hair softly, admiring the contrast of the dried flowers against her now messy hair.

He smiled to himself. This was all so wrong, but it felt so good.

-

Scarlet didn’t know how long she’d slept for. But it was still dark outside and Peter was not cuddling her anymore. She felt odd. When she moved, she worked out why. She was soaking wet between her legs. She blinked a few times, trying to come to terms with her sudden arousal. She looked up to see Peter leaning against the counter. He must have not noticed her sit up, because he didn’t react. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw why. He was slowly stroking his dick in his hand, eyes closed and head thrown back.

She slowly approached him. He was so entranced he only opened his eyes when she was standing in front of him and whispered: “Do you need some help with that?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, replacing his hand with hers. He said nothing, just looked at her with pure adoration and nodded. 

“Fuck.” Was all he could muster when she teased his tip with her tongue, her right hand moving up and down his length.

Slowly, she took him in his mouth, her hands moving to hold his thighs for balance and leverage. She started bobbing her head, hesitantly at first, but with more confidence when Peter started moaning and gripping hard at the counter’s edge. She couldn’t quite get his whole length in her mouth, though she tried to, so she focused on using her tongue to find his sensitive spots instead. It must have worked, because shortly after, Peter roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her away. “Careful, sweet thing, or you’re going to end up with a salty tongue…” 

“But what if I want to?” She pouted at him playfully.

He gulped, clearly having to restrain himself from shoving his dick back in her mouth. His hand pulled her hair back a bit more so her neck was exposed to him. “Maybe another time. But I’m stretching this out as much as possible.”

He tugged at her hair so she stood up. He picked her up and sat her on the counter. One stroke of his fingers over her entrance revealed her wetness to him. So this time, he didn’t even wait for confirmation. He went in immediately and his fast, shallow strokes caught her breath. She held on to the nape of his neck, panting heavily straight into his ear.

“Peter, you feel so good. Don’t stop. Yeah, right there. Shit.”

Sucking him off must have turned her on more than she realised, because before she knew it she was biting into his shoulder to stifle her moans, and her body went limp against his firm chest while he fucked her through her orgasm. 

He slowed down, pumping long and deep into her while she caught her breath.

“Can you do that thing again?” she whispered, hazily, avoiding eye contact. 

“Do what again?” he was clearly distracted, his eyes focused on the point where their bodies met, soft wet noises mixed with their heavy breaths. 

“Bend me over and fuck me from behind?” this brought back his attention, finally noticing the embarrassment on her face. This was the first time she’d looked insecure. He thought about teasing her, but being honest to himself, it turned him on even more (if that was even possible) and he loved that she was making suggestions.

“With pleasure, sweet thing.”

Scarlet was once again impressed by Peter’s ability to move her around effortlessly and with extreme care. She realised, if he wanted to, he could really hurt her. An odd warm feeling rose from her stomach up to her chest. She tried to shut it off, but she knew exactly what it was. How rare was it to find a guy who wouldn’t go straight for his own pleasure, even despite a feeble attempt at foreplay? Maybe losing tonight’s deal was not so bad… Maybe a night with Spiderman really was worth it...

The thought vaporised into thin air when Peter entered her, hitting that critical spot again. Her recent orgasm had everything feeling extra sensitive, so it almost felt like she was thrown straight into the rollercoaster of pleasure again. She moaned louder than she intended to, her nails digging into the edge of the counter, her toes barely touching the floor. Peter’s hands had been traveling up and down her back, stroking the sensitive skin on her sides: from the side of her breasts down to her waist and her hips. But now, he was holding her ass cheeks apart, and from the low moan that escaped his lips, Scarlet could just assume he was enjoying the view. His thrusts were getting sloppy, so she gently squeezed her walls around him. He huffed loudly, his hands landing roughly at either side of her on the counter. 

“You certainly know what you’re doing.” He breathed into her ear.

“Whatever could you mean by that?” She tried batting her eyelashes, but all she managed was a hint of an innocent smile. At the same time, she squeezed again, and pushed her ass back into him, catching him off-guard.

“You fucking tease.” He tried to laugh but it came out as a breathy moan instead. A few more thrusts and he was collapsing on her again.

-

Scarlet woke up suddenly, gasping for air. She felt disoriented, but faint sunrise light came through the shut blinds which helped her get her bearings quickly. Peter was behind the counter, holding a mug. The smell of fresh coffee, mixed with the scent of the flowers that surrounded her both on the sofa and all over the floor, was positively intoxicating… Albeit in a more subtle way than the yellow carnations still sitting on top of the register, neatly packed away.

“Hey, you okay?” He was walking towards her, looking concerned. His Spiderman suit was on up to his waist, the top half hanging loosely over his hips.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Scarlet rubbed her eyes and yawned. When he sat next to her, he offered her her clothes, which he must have picked up from around the shop. 

“Are you feeling better?” There was something in his eyes as he said so that she could not decipher. 

“Better… I think so, yes.” Her tone was unconvinced, but she didn’t know why. She did feel better. Although the sight of Peter’s bare chest was still sending a tingling to her core, and looking into his chocolate-brown eyes felt like shaking a jar of butterflies in her stomach. Although, for the latter, she doubted it even had anything to do with the carnations. 

“I’m just… very tired.” She stifled another yawn, trying to think of a good excuse to call in sick to work. 

She started putting on her underwear. She giggled softly when she noticed Peter was entranced looking at her, now clad in red lace. Peter’s eyes widened and then looked away when he realised what he was doing. He cleared his throat awkwardly while making his way to the counter quickly. Scarlet caught a glimpse of what must have been quite an uncomfortable erection, but Peter said nothing. 

“Coffee?” he asked casually, but he was still not looking in her general direction.

“No, thank you, I think I’ll go straight to bed.” 

“That sounds very sensible. I’m jealous, Mrs Hernandez expects the shop open at 9 am sharp and the only good enough excuse for her is death.”  

Scarlet was honestly surprised. She really thought Peter would try again, to get it out of his system. He was obviously still under the influence of the carnations. Even if it hadn’t been visually evident, she could feel it still running through her own veins. And she’d given him the green light last night already. However, ever the perfect gentleman, he was doing his best to act normal.

“I need to go home, have a shower, get some clothes appropriate for shop keeping, you know… Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?”

“Drop me off…?” 

“I can swing you home if you want.”

“Wow, Spidey… Are you trying to find out my address?” she smiled teasingly, adjusting her hat in place.

“What? No, no. Not at all. I could call you a cab?” He was fiddling with his mug anxiously. Against her will, she thought it was terribly endearing.

“I can make my way home. Thank you anyway. You can ask for my number though, if you want to.” She batted her eyelashes playfully. 

Peter still hesitated.

“It feels wrong, what with you being a criminal and all.”

“Depends what your definition of “criminal” is, Mr Vigilante.”

“Please tell me you don’t read that Daily Bugle crap. It’s all lies, you know?”

Scarlet laughed at Peter’s disgusted face. The sound filled the flower shop, sweetening the already scent-charged room. Peter couldn’t help but smile, and the sight warmed Scarlet’s chest. She slipped a card from her pocket and placed it on the counter. 

“I can give you intel that will help you take down real criminals if you give me leeway to continue my harmless operations.” She leaned over the counter to kiss his cheek, and before Peter could react, she was already by the door, carnations under her arm, smiling back at him. “And you can also take me out to dinner.” 

Peter’s hand lightly touched his cheek, where her lips had been, lost in thought for a few moments. He was brought back to the present by his phone alarm, reminding him he had to get home quickly if he didn’t want to face his boss’ wrath. 

He was swinging just a few streets away when he saw her, walking with purpose towards a subway station. He swung low, taking advantage of the still fairly empty streets and passed mere centimetres away from her. 

“You still have flowers in your hair!” He shouted, tossing a lock of her hair back. Her startled jump almost sent her into orbit, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. What a shame he couldn’t hear her most-likely angry response. Here was to hoping she’d forgive him once she read his text:

7 pm Friday - Moondance Diner? Strictly (un)professional.

[princessofmarvel]

Meeting For The First Time

Summary |  Being One Of The Only People To Remember Peter Parker After Dr. Strange Cast’s The Spell To Make Everyone Forget Him, And Being Dr. Strange’s Daughter Thing’s Can Get Kind Of Crazy, And Something Happening To Bring Even More Crazy Into Your Life, Might Sound Awful But, This Something Might Just Be Quite Amazing. (I Am Awful At Summaries I Know)

Pairing | Tasm!PeterParker x Fem! Reader)

Genre | Fluff!

Warnings | NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!

Authors Note | Hi!!!!! This Is Going to the be the start of A New Series That I Write! I Hope That You All Enjoy This! And, If There Are Any Mistakes I Am So Sorry! I Read Through It Once, But I Might Have Missed A Few Things. I Also Have Severe OCD So If There Are Random Cap's Where There Normally Would Not Be, I'm So Sorry, And That Is Why , Lol .

Working with your father definitely has its perks, such as getting to meet the likes of the Avengers, or, the protection of having someone such as him always looking out for you, (Which sometimes could also be a con).  But, he Can Also Be Extremely overprotective and over-bearing.  Strange took you in at a young age, you were a brilliantly gifted kid, knowing answers to things by just looking at it.  Strange came by your school one afternoon because there was a kid who would be the next him.  After A Conversation With You, He Come To Learn That You were an orphan who had gotten into the school on a special Scholarship. After some thinking, He went down to the orphanage and started the conversation of adopting you.  You have always thought that the main reason he Adopted you was because he would not really have to raise you, or take care of you, you being able to do pretty much all of that on your own, and it looked good for him to have a kid.  It wasn’t really until 2016 that He Really Started To Act Like A Real Father.  He got his powers, and then something odd started to happen.  You started to develop powers of your own.  Once your father found out, he was always having you practice your powers.

You had a Few Different Abilities, For Starters You can control people's minds and move things with it too.  You got irritated with all of the training sometimes, but it did make you better.  Getting into people's minds was what would hurt the most.  Your father would bring in people, and to see if they were lying or not, He would have you get into their heads and find out.  But, that also means that if someone was capable to, they could invade your mind and emotionally torture you.  This hasn’t happened but after you had a nightmare about it, you talked to your father and found out that it could be a possibility.

You were not around when the events of people coming and trying to find Peter Parker were happening, You were visiting your best friend Wanda when you both felt the shift happen.  When everyone started to forget who Peter Parker in our universe Was, She felt the change but you had a spell of your own put into place already in case these things happened.  You casted A spell making it to were you would not ever forget people that you know,  You Put This Spell In Place When You Found Out About Your Powers, Knowing that you could control people's minds, and get into theirs, You just felt like you needed to make sure that you would not forget anyone that you knew, in fear that someone would try to make you.

Rushing back home to see what was happening you went to find your Father immediately.  Him obviously not knowing what you were talking about, you finally had the chance to give him a lecture about being responsible and having that spell in place like you and wong do.  Seeing that your Father was not being of much help, You went to find Peter Immediately.   Going to his apartment and seeing that No one was there, You Decided To Use Your Powers To Find Him, And When You Finally Found Him, You Found Him In A Crappy Apartment.  Knocking on the door, not knowing exactly what to expect, He opens the door, And looks A little Surprised To See You.

“Uh, Um, Who are you?” He says while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“You Are A Terrible Actor, Drop The Act Peter.” You said while Pushing Past Him, And Into His New Apartment. “What The Absolute Hell Did You Do, Peter?” You asked, standing in the middle of the small Apartment.

“Y-You know who I am?” He asks, while closing the door and coming closer to you.

“Yes Peter, I Know Who you are, I put in a Spell to make it to where,  I will never forget someone that I Know, Or Know Of, And Wong Has the same spell in place for himself, So I would not be shocked If A Angry Wong Burst Through Your Door Any Second Now.”

Before you could say anything else, You were almost tackled by Peter hugging you, and since you felt your shoulder start to get wet, you knew that he was crying.

“Uh, Peter What’s Wrong?” You Asked Him While Gently Rubbing His Back.

“I-I Lost May Y/n, I-I Lost Everyone, No One Remembers Me, N-Not Even MJ, And Ned.” He says while sobbing into your shoulder. “T-Thank You For Remembering Me.”

“Peter, We may not be that close, but trust me, I will never forget you, And not just because of A Spell.” You Say Running Your Hands Through His Hair to Try and calm Him Down Some.

You two spent the next few hours having Him Explain to you exactly what happened and Trying to figure out how you will fix everything. Starting with going down to the Sactume.

“Y/n, who have you brought here?” Your Father Says While Basically Floating Down The Stairs To The Two Of You.

“Oh, This Is Peter Parker, You know the guy that you made everyone forget, Including yourself since you just never got around to putting the spell in place.” You Look At Your Father And Say While Taking Your Jacket Off, And Sitting It Down On The Table.

“Um, I Did Ask Him to do it, and He Asked Me if I was Sure, And I Said Yes.” Peter Said Awkwardly.

“Ok Peter, Don’t Tell Him That Part.”

“Y/n What Are You wanting me to do? As Far As I know, there is nothing that I can do.” Your Father Says While Taking A Sip Of His Drink.

“There Is Something.” Says Someone Walking through the door.  Wong.  Thank God Wong Was Back.

Walking Up To Your Father, And Smacking Him On The Back Of The Head Before Explaining To Him That He Could Cast A Spell To Make Him Remember Peter, Wong starts to cast the spell on your father, (Much to his dismay), Making Him Remember Peter.       

“Peter, We Saved The World Together, You’re Spider Man.” Strange says while his Memories Of Peter Start To Flood Back Into His Mind.

“Hey Mr. Strange, I’m Here For My Lesson.” Says A Voice Walking Into The Sanctum. Almost Immediately Wong Casts A Spell making the man freeze.  When you turned around, You noticed that it was Ned, Peter's Best Friend.

After having Wong Cast the spell to Make Ned Remember Him, And Then Watching Their Emotional Reunion, It was time to move on to MJ.  She was surprisingly ok with the spell being casted on to her, Since She Trusted Ned.

“M-MJ?” Peter say’s walking up to her, And Before You Know It, MJ is hugging Peter, And Crying, reminding you of how Peter was with you Once you remembered Him.

Once Peter Had The People That He Needed To Really Remember Him, Remember Him, You, Ned, MJ, And Peter were all going to go celebrate when someone burst through the door.

“Ok, We Really Need To Find A Way To Stop People From Just Walking In Here.” You Say To Your Father.

“Who Are You?” Your Father Asks The Mysterious Man In Front Of You All. “Tombstone” Says The Man who then steps Out Of the Darkness and you can now see that the man looks like cement.

“I Just Came By To Tell You All That If You do not hand over the spiderman to me within 72 hours, I will take out my frustrations on the city.”  He Says While looking at everyone with a serious face.

“We don’t have the Spiderman”, Your Father Tells The Man.

“You Do,  I Know You Do, So Just Do As I Ask, And I Won’t Hurt Anyone.”  He Say’s Heading Towards The Door, But Using your Powers You Push Him Out The Door, And Then Shut The Door, And Lock It.

“Alright!  Which Spiderman Does He Belong To And Why Is He Still Here?” You Ask.

“I Have No Idea, But We Need To Find Out” Says your father while looking at Wong.

Within a Few Hours, You All Had Been Able To Contact Both Spidermen, And Bring Them To Your Universe, And Then Come to find out, The Villain Was From Neither Of Their Worlds.

“Uh, Hey, Who’s That?” Asks The Peter Who Look’s To Be In His 20s And Looks Like He Could Be The Middle Brother Between All Three Of Them.

“Uh, That’s Y/n Strange, Why?” Say’s MJ.

“Um, No Reason.” He Says Turning His Face Away From All Of Them.

“Oh, Dude, Don’t Even Try It, She Doesn’t Date Anyone.” Ned Tells That Peter While You Are At A Table Working On Something With The Peter From Your Universe.

“Well, Um, Maybe I Could Change That.” He Says While Looking At You.

“Be Our Guest, But Do Not Say That We Didn’t Warn You.” MJ Tell’s Him While Holding Her Hands Up In Defense.

Walking Over To You, Peter Finally Introduces Himself.

“Hey, Um, I’m Peter '' He Says While Holding His Hand Out To You.

“Yeah, I Kind Of Gathered That.” You Say While Taking His Hand, And Shaking It, Having No Idea, That, That Handshake, That First Touch, Was What Was Going To Be The Beginning Of Something So Much More Amazing.

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little situation | part 19.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

School was interesting the day after your press conference. You had been introduced to the world once again when the holidays were over. Only instead of being Sarah Rogers aka America’s Darling, you were the newest member of the Avengers: Gemstone. The PR team also chose this moment in order to overshadow the announcement of Steve and Sam in case of backlash. You became the talk of school again much to your detriment.

You had enjoyed how the hype had died down around you but now it flared up like the first day of school again. MJ, Ned, and Peter didn’t appreciate how people suddenly surrounded your table. You tried to answer any questions you could, having to tell them that a lot of what they were asking was classified so you can’t give any answers.

You felt nothing but relief when you left to go to Peter’s— MJ still not fully on board coming home with you guys, it might take till senior year but you were determined to bring her into the squad completely. Even if it involved more nights like Hamilton where she’d see the logic in sleeping over and reluctantly agree.

“I’m surprised you don’t have to go home.”

“We set strict boundaries. I’m Midtown student Sarah Rogers first and Avenger second and besides, I already train before school anyway…you got number four wrong.” You peeked at Ned’s chem homework.

He looked down and erased it. “Oh thanks, yeah that shouldn’t be there.”

“And it’s a Friday. I’m on vacation unless there’s a mission. The weekend is my time to thrive!”

You made a funny gesture causing both boys to laugh. May let you guys eat pizza in Peter’s room and actually have the apartment to yourselves for a good chunk of the night because she had a date— also because she was positive the three of you wouldn’t do anything with her all of a sudden being gone. Peter looked at his bed.

“There’s only two bunks,” he said.

Usually you guys never slept over all three at Peter’s house but at Ned’s and whenever it was going to Peter’s either you or Ned couldn’t stay over.

“That’s fine, you and Ned can share,” you said.

Ned pulled the pizza slice from your hand. “Um, I’m an only child, I don’t share. And Peter’s bed is too small for us both.”

“We’re all only children,” Peter said. “My house, you two share.”

“Dude, I just said your bed is too small for me and you, what difference would it make being me and Sarah?”

Peter sighed because Ned wasn’t exactly wrong. He looked to you but you stayed quiet because you were glad Ned found a reason he couldn’t share with you either. You cut him off as he opened his mouth.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to share!”

“… I get nightmares,” you admitted to them. You continued talking when both boys stayed silent.

“That’s why I’m worried about sharing, I don’t want to wake either of you up. They can get, um, pretty bad… all HYDRA stuff.”

“I mean there’s no guarante—”

“About five times a week. They’re slowly calming down, it used to be every night… my Uncle Jamie and I usually help each other relax enough to go back to sleep.”

“How?” Ned asked.

“Tea, candles… face masks.”

Ned and Peter looked at each other and then back to you.

“We do so much of our stuff I forget how soft you are. May’s got all those things.”

“Would she mind?”

“Probably not. I’ll replace it for her later.”

Peter stood up to get the stuff while you and Ned got ready for bed. Your giant pink t-shirt with matching shorts and long socks added even more to Ned and Peter’s perception of your ‘softness’ as Peter put it.

“This is… different,” Ned said. “But a kind of good different.”

You directed Ned and Peter to lay down on the floor with the face masks on as the scent of vanilla from May’s candle wafted through the air. The soft music from Swan Lake played on your phone. They followed your guidance in how to pat in the essence of the sheet masks after taking them off and then the three of you sipped tea.

Sitting on the bottom bunk with Peter, you plugged your phone into the charger and propped it up against the wall to call Steve who was on a mission. The two boys stayed quiet as you talked to your dad.

“Hey, Babydoll.”

“Hi, Dheaidí. Is that a black eye?”

“It’ll be gone by the morning. Sam already chewed me out.”

“You weren’t wearing your helmet were you?” You asked as you started to braid your hair in big braids for bed.

“Who’s the parent here? How was school? Didn’t you say you had an essay that you turned in Monday.”

“Yeah, World War II history paper. Uncle Jamie had lots of stories, got a 94.”

“Buck helped you, isn’t that cheating?”

“Dheaidí, what’s my IQ?”

“194 and you don’t let me forget it, Sarah.”

“So I probably would’ve done well on the paper anyway. Besides, it wasn’t cheating. It’s called using primary sources. Mine was just super fresh and alive… should’ve gotten a 97. I’ll give Mrs. Morcei the three points on grammar but she docked me cause she says one of the stories was ‘unlikely’— you know the one about your enlistment forms and the day before he got shipped out. Like, I didn’t grill Uncle Jamie on and off for seventeen hours while he’s stalking some agent in the Alps for a fake story. It would’ve taken me less time to make shit up.”

“Language.”

“Make something up. I mean were you there Mrs. Morcei? No, he might be ninety-nine technically but he’s not geriatric. I think the James Buchanan Barnes remembers the war he fought in and the time period. Not everything was sorrow all the time, Mrs. Morcei, we get it the whole thing was depressing but people still tried to live their lives. She’s just mad that it took some of the glamorization from war. But I’m not bitter or whatever since I still got the A you know.”

Steve chuckled at your tangent. Moments like this with you were his favorite. You never noticed how passionate you got when discussing anything academic but would just talk and talk. He felt like maybe this was what your mother was like, that he was getting glimpses of Elise. And you talk uninhibited, a part of that was because it was just Steve. But another part was because when you started explaining things to him it was with such blind focus it was like you forgot all your problems. You weren’t tormented by HYDRA memories, on the verge of a breakdown at any moment if something triggered it. You were just his little girl sharing her school day.

He watched you finish the braid you had started while moving on to a new chem topic that he’s sure he’s heard Bruce talk about at some point. You reached into your bag and pulled out a silk pillowcase, handing it to Peter.

“What’s this for?” Peter asked, suddenly reminding Steve that you were at your friend’s house.

“You need to change out the pillowcase. The cotton one could break off my hair. I’m trying to be the next Rapunzel and you kind of need the length for that.”

“I thought that was what the bonnet you normally bring was for. Do I have to change the pillowcase? It was actually a struggle to put this one on.”

“I didn’t bring it this time, didn’t want to wear it. Stop complaining, not my fault you won’t sleep on the floor. Use my pillow, you need to change the case. I thought hosts were supposed to be accommodating? Please.”

“It’s my pillow. You’re in my bed, my house. And fine, only cause you said please.”

You gave Peter a dazzling smile that he rolled his eyes at before taking the pillowcase from your hand that had been outstretched with it for the entire conversation. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched— mainly heard— the scene unfold.

“Babydoll? Peter?”

Peter leaned in so he was in the small frame of the phone. “Yes, Mr. Rogers?”

“Same pillow?” Steve was going to be vague about it but he didn’t know himself exactly what he was inquiring about.

“Yeah, we’re sharing his tiny bed with only one pillow. Who only has one pillow?”

“Why do you need to sleep with multiple pillows?” Peter countered.

“Sharing the bed?!” Steve was a little louder than he meant to be.

You took the phone off of the charger and just leaned out of the bottom bunk to stick the phone in the air. Steve was suddenly face to face with Ned on the top bunk, waving enthusiastically.

“Hi, Mr. Rogers.”

“Hello, Ned.”

You brought the phone back to your level.

“There’s just not enough room, Dheaidí. Nothing weird. Strictly G-rated, platonic bed-sharing…”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that because it makes me feel worse.”

“Does it help that you know Ned is on the top bunk?”

“A little… Ned, don’t leave the room until morning,” Steve called out.

“Yes sir, Captain Rogers, sir,” Ned said in the most serious tone.

Steve sighed and you turned the phone for him to see that there seriously wasn’t room and there were only two beds. He breathed out a sigh of relief that Peter was wearing a shirt, knowing lots of men slept without shirts.

“Even if I was mad, I can’t exactly do anything from over here. I’m trusting you, Sarah.”

“Thank you. I promise nothing funny.”

“Alright, goodnight Babydoll. Goodnight Ned, Peter.”

“Night Mr. Rogers.”

“Goodnight, Dheaidí.”

You and Steve blew each other kisses and then you were met with the image of yourself looking back at you. You locked the phone and set it down, flopping onto the pillow. It took a minute and multiple tries for you and Peter to try and find a comfortable sleeping position.

“This isn’t working,” you said with a huff.

“We’re going to have to touch.”

“Yeah, I know. How do you like to sleep?”

“Fetal position on my left side or on my back usually.”

“Hmm, I’m not spooning you but I do sleep on my stomach.”

Peter laid back down and you moved to be on top of him. The two of you breathed out in relaxation together, finally comfortable. You didn’t mind that one of his hands was resting on your upper back considering that’s how he normally slept. If the two of you could crane your necks even further in the opposite directions to avoid each other then you would.

“So I didn’t have to change the pillowcase after all.”

You lifted your head to look at him.

“I’m just saying, your head isn’t even on it anymore… seriously?”

You had looked him dead in the eyes as you removed your hearing aids.

“Sleep, Peter Parker. We should both sleep.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, Pete. Goodnight, Ned.” You lowered your head back down as the boys said their goodnights and drifted off to sleep.

Peter’s spider senses woke him up before he himself was aware of what was happening. He heard the soft whimper and felt your body tense up on top of his. Peter turned his head to see your face, your eyes were shut tight and he could see your face contorted in pain. The hand that was on your back gently shook you while he softly called your name. Your eyes opened and you looked around in panic— you were never fully out of the dream when you woke up.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay,” Peter said softly.

“I woke you up. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine. Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… it was just another HYDRA dream, it’s nothing.”

“Up.”

You got up and walked with him into the kitchen. He filled up two glasses with water and took out a large jar of skittles that May had stored in the cupboard. You thanked him as he handed you a glass and sat down at the dining room table, turning his chair to face yours.

The two of you sipped on water and ate skittles in silence. You held up a skittle and threw it at him, Peter catching it in his mouth. He did the same and that was the new way you two ate. You brought your knees up to hug them.

“It’s so hard, Peter. I don’t feel like I can win anywhere. I’m too messed up to be America’s Darling they all think they’re getting and it’s fake. It’s all fake because I’m supposed to be just like my dad. You know they’ve even tag lined my moniker? I saw it the other day. Some articles said what’s tougher than diamonds nothing, making Gemstone the perfect name for our darling. This weird strong black girl image that they knew they would get because ‘look, it’s Captain Rogers’ daughter’. I’m not my dad in a girl’s body. They made fun of my suit because it’s accented with pink. I like pink, I have long hair, and I’m sorry I don’t think punching everything like Captain America is a solution to my problems… HYDRA, S.H.I.E.L.D., Avengers, America, the world. Even freakin’ Asgard. I don’t know how to not break myself in order to fit what people want. And I break down when I can’t fit it.

“I worked so hard to push down HYDRA so I could be an Avenger and I’m scared that even one more small slip up like at the UN and I’m done. I can’t be done, I don’t know anything else. 001, Gemstone. I know those. I don’t know who Sarah Rogers is. What’s me and what’s what they all want…  I was made to be HYDRA’s doll and now it just haunts me every awful thing I’ve ever done. I’m worried I’ll never be okay, I don’t think I ever was.”

“Maybe you don’t have to be.”

“I envy you. You have what I want,” you said with a yawn. “May’s kid. Student by day and superhero by night. Only one of the good guys. To just be Peter Parker. That’s what I want, to just be Sarah Elise Wilson-Rogers… I’m sorry. Oh wow, I just dumped that on you, you’re not my therapist.”

“No, but I’m your friend. I can help in my own way and I think you just needed someone to listen… and eat skittles.” He threw one for you to catch in your mouth.

You chewed it with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Peter screwed the lid back on the jar of skittles and the two of you went back to bed.

(Part 20)...

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Like A Daydream (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. As per usual, Spider-Man isn’t really that involved himself 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”

ok someone asked for a second part and i literally could not resist. enjoy babes

part one / masterlist

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t let your dual identities be a problem. It wouldn’t come in between you and your regular life, not when you first started, and certainly not now. The fact that you just found out that Spider-Man is your best friend Peter Parker doesn’t have to change anything. 

It’s a foolish hope, and you know it. For one thing, Peter’s getting closer to figuring out your own secret identity by the day. You thought you’d been able to convince him you were just a normal teenager that night you’d come home late from a run-in with the Avengers and his own superhero persona, but it looks like your luck won’t last forever. 

In truth, you’d always assumed that something like this was bound to happen. There’s no way that you’d be able to keep your identity as Nightmare a secret forever, even though you’d like nothing more than for that to happen. There are simply too many eyes in S.H.I.E.L.D. bent on tracking you down. 

After all, who are you to stop them? You’re just some kid trying to find her friend. You don’t know what you thought you were getting yourself into when you first tried to track down your missing inhuman friend, Alyna, but it has quickly spiraled out of control. 

The only hope you now have of actually tracking her down lies in the information you were able to recover on the day of your break-in. You haven’t gotten a chance to look at it yet, but you intend to do so today. It could all be totally useless, but at least it’s something you didn’t have before. 

You’re feeling quite paranoid about the whole thing, so you decide to open the files at school. If S.H.I.E.L.D. is somehow able to trace the signal when you open the files, they’ll only track you here, and they might assume that they’re finding Peter and not you. It’s the best you can do for a cover. 

You wait until school is out, then pull out your laptop and find a corner of the building with no security cameras overseeing your every movement. You plug the flash drive into your computer with trembling hands. What are you going to find on this thing?

As it turns out, you find a whole lot of nothing. The files you were able to access are just entry level nonsense, stuff they probably allocate to interns who need to feel important but don’t have the clearance for anything else. You can guess at a few locations that might prove useful in the future, but other than that, you’ve hit yet another dead end. 

You sigh, frustrated, and slam the lid of your laptop closed, revealing a figure standing right in front of you, their arms crossed in disapproval. You freeze— you hadn’t heard Peter come in, but it’s too late to try and hide. 

By the looks of his expression, he knows exactly what you’ve been doing. You still try to weasel your way out of it, though. 

“Say, Peter, I didn’t realize you were still here. Were you studying for the chem quiz? Believe me, I couldn’t be more stressed about—”

Peter cuts you off coolly. “Why are you looking at S.H.I.E.L.D. files? Don’t try to deny it, I saw the logo on your screen.”

Your wary smile drops like a stone. “I was just, uh, googling the logo. Art reference image, you know?”

Peter scoffs. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right? Why do you have those files?”

You can see Peter straining to say something. He knows that Nightmare was in the Avengers facility and that she managed to steal some S.H.I.E.L.D. files. He can’t reveal that he knows this, however, because only Spider-Man would have heard about that, and Peter doesn’t think that anyone who isn’t an Avengers affiliate is aware of his secret identity. 

You’ve been afraid of this reveal ever since you found out that Peter is Spider-Man. It was inevitably going to happen some point, although you’d hoped to have at least a little more time with your best friend before he started to hate you. It’s a shame that everything you’ve ever built with him, every inside joke and long lasting memory, is about to be torn down to mere shreds of a once perfect life. 

You jerk your head towards the doors. “Can we continue this conversation outside? I’d imagine we both have secrets that we don’t want overheard.”

Peter blanches, realizing what you’re hinting at, and starts to walk mechanically away. He seems as if he’s headed to the gallows; in a way, he is. Peter’s secrecy, his normal life, all of it dies today along with your friendship. There is no way that he would ever forgive you for this, and you’ve known it all along. You wish you could have avoided this fate, but it has been tied to you ever since you accidentally saw his face that day on the rooftop. 

Peter’s steps are brisk, utterly devoid of the usual rhythm that typically sweetens his movements. It’s as if all individuality has been drained from him, leaving behind only this betrayed boy. You did this, you think. Even before he knows for sure, he knows, and it’s killed him.

The two of you stop in an alley not far from the school, just out of view of anyone else. Peter checks one last time to see if anyone is watching. Upon seeing that no one is there, he turns back to you, arms folded across his chest.

“So?” He asks, voice cutting to the bone, “What was that about? What do you know?”

You sigh. “Yes, those were S.H.I.E.L.D. files. And yes, I know you’re worried about them because you were there when I stole them from the Avengers facility. You were Spider-Man, and I was–”

Your voice cuts off, but Peter picks up just where your tone drops. “You were Nightmare. God, I hoped I was wrong about that.”

Your mind flashes with a hurt like nothing you’ve ever known before, even when your friend Alyna vanished without a trace. “How long have you guessed that I was Nightmare?”

Peter grimaces. “Since the first day I met you. We were both suited up, and I had no reason to suspect it was you, but your voice sounded the same. It wasn’t until I was going home after the day you broke into the Avengers complex that I realized something was up. You were laughing over my guess that you were an Avenger because it was absurd to you. You were never an Avenger, you were trying to kill them. You were Nightmare.”

You scoff. “I wasn’t trying to kill them, Peter, I thought I made that obvious even before I found out you were Spider-Man. I could have knocked you out and dropped you off of a building any time, but I didn’t.”

Peter spreads his hands. “Oh, and what a great display of kindness that was. You didn’t kill me when I was asleep.”

Your eyes narrow. “At least try to work with me here. I’m not some kind of supervillain, Peter, I just kept my other identity hidden. In case you missed it, that’s exactly what you do, too.”

Peter holds up a warning finger. “Actually, there’s a pretty big difference between the two of us. I’m a good guy. I stop robberies, I keep this city safe from people like you. I mean, what were you doing, trying to steal S.H.I.E.L.D. files? That seems like supervillain behavior to me!”

You laugh bitterly. “Always drawing the worst conclusions, aren’t you? I wasn’t doing any of that for me, I was doing it for my friend. There was a girl about my age, someone who might only come second to you in terms of people who mattered the most to me. She was an inhuman, and S.H.I.E.L.D. kidnapped her to join their ranks of gifted soldiers. I’ve been doing all this so I could find her, not because I’m a monster.”

Peter’s face twists; with what, you can’t tell. “You were fighting all of us just for one inhuman? How do you know S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t take her in because she was causing problems?”

You shake your head slowly. “I know her, Peter. I know she was a good person. Did all of your empathy leave the second you realized I was Nightmare? Believe what you want about me, but some part of you must know that I wouldn’t do any of this if I didn’t have to. I’m trying to save my friend. Tell me that doesn’t match everything you know about me.”

Peter’s eyes harden, and then he all but rips his backpack from his shoulders. You watch confusedly as he rustles through the pockets for a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles something on the note, perhaps a name, and thrusts it at you, snatching his hand back the second he can.

“Take it. That’s the man in charge of Avengers recruitment. If you want to know where your friend is, that’s the person who can help you.”

You keep staring at him. “Why do I feel like there’s a cost?”

Peter almost flinches, then spits the rest of the words out in a hurry. “I gave you what you want, now you’re going to do the same for me. Find the man or don’t, I don’t care. Just leave me alone from now on, alright? I can’t be around you, not if you’re attacking the people who protect this city.”

You draw back from him, even as you want nothing more than to rush to his side and beg him to reconsider. “Peter, what are you talking about? We’ve been friends for years. You can’t seriously be doing this. I told you I only ever fought the Avengers to get information on my friend.”

Peter, however, remains firm, even if it seems to be tearing him apart before your eyes. “I know. You’re choosing your friend. You just chose the wrong one.”

Before you can say anything, he turns and leaves, walking briskly back out of the side street and into the clear light of the afternoon. You watch him go until he is a trace of silhouette, then nothing at all. The paper crunches in your curled fist, but you can’t convince yourself to care. You’ve just lost Peter, the one person you can’t bear to live without. It has been awful without Alyna, certainly, but life lacking Peter is an entirely different sort of hell.

Things doesn’t change as the days pass, either. You were hoping that this could be nothing more than a shocked reaction to a surprising truth. Peter has never fared well against earthshaking revelations, and although it’s certainly momentous to find out that your best friend is an inhuman currently fighting on the opposite side as you, you were hoping that he’d still stick by you. At the least, he could try and separate his friendship from his work, just like you have.

However, when you go back to school the next day and find Peter doing his best to never so much as look at you, you realize that this isn’t going to be the case. He’s switched his seat in the classes you share so the two of you are no longer side by side, he no longer walks with you between classes, and he avoids you like you’re a deadly parasite, not someone who up until last night had been his best friend in the entire world.

It cuts like a blade. You don’t know that you’ve ever felt this empty, this lacking in purpose. You can’t help but wonder if Peter feels this same kind of hurt, or if he’s utterly numb to the agony currently threatening to tear your heart from your chest. You miss him with everything you have, and he’s just down the hall, across the room, or three feet away and always studiously avoiding your gaze.

Who do you have to blame except yourself? You have been Spider-Man’s enemy the past couple of months, so of course Peter would react strongly. Still, you don’t know how you’re supposed to fill the gaping hole in your chest, even with the possibility of learning more about Alyna’s disappearance.

You still haven’t even followed Peter’s tip and tracked down the man meant to lead you to your vanished friend. Perhaps some part of you thinks that it still represents the deal, that if you refuse to chase down this man, Peter will have to come back to you. After the second week of Peter’s abandonment, you realize that nothing you do will convince him to return to you, so you push aside your last feelings of grief and decide to start searching again. At least you can have one friend after all of this.

Thus you find yourself alone on a dark afternoon, running across the roofline of the New York city skyline on a quest to find a S.H.I.E.L.D. informant and track him to his workplace. This man, Brett Neal, only travels to a specific facility in the afternoon, and always makes sure he isn’t being followed.

Despite his best attempts at secrecy, though, he can’t shake you. You’re dressed in your Nightmare uniform again, mask pulled snugly over your face. This time, you won’t be distracted. This time, you’ll be getting what you want, because if you walk away from this with nothing yet again, you don’t know that you’ll be able to survive the loneliness of letting down yet another friend.

You promise yourself this, repeating it over and over in your head like a protective mantra, but your thoughts stumble about fifteen minutes into your pursuit. There’s a scuffling sound happening in a street a block or two down, and although it’s none of your business, it’s certainly causing a fair amount of passersby to walk hurriedly in the other direction.

Just before you can convince yourself to ignore the whole matter, the fight shifts down a block and begins again right beneath you. You get a snapshot of the conflict: two figures locked in deadly combat, one with dripping, animal jaws easily large enough to snap a human head in half, and the other wearing a familiar red and blue suit, swinging on ropes of spider web.

You need to keep going. You have no idea how long you have until Brett Neal changes his schedule, and your lead on Alyna’s disappearance is gone yet again. Peter has pushed you aside for the final time. If your roles were reversed and he was the one watching you get into trouble, he would not stop for a second, and neither should you. You tense your legs, and keep running.

Down below, Peter doesn’t manage to dodge a snapping lunge from the beast in time, and its fangs sink into his shoulder. He cries out, a noise that’s mostly lost in the turmoil. Only the barest scrap of the sound makes it up to you, but it’s enough.

Brett Neal carries on unbothered, no shadows lingering on his heels. You dive down from the roofline in one swift movement, smooth as water flowing from high above. You land on the creature’s head, distracting it from Peter long enough for it to charge after you. You fling out a hand, which lands on its hairy back, disappearing in tufts of fur that eerily resemble human hair. 

You’re not sure whether this thing is man or beast at heart, but it responds well enough to your gift. You watch as its hungry black eyes disappear behind strong lids, and just in case, Peter coats the thing’s forelimbs in webs to make sure it stays down.

You can see Peter taking a hesitant step towards you, as if he wants to say something. Just before he can, however, you hear a clatter of heels at the opening of the street, and throw yourself around the corner just before someone else appears on the scene. It’s another Avenger, Tony Stark. You can hear the identifying sarcasm even without having to see the man’s face.

“Good to see you got that one. Rogers and I saw a couple more go down towards Central Park. I swear, if one of these furballs gets seen by the news, we’re going to have our heads on pikes by the end of the day. Gotta love the job, right?”

Peter mutters something noncommittal, and you listen as Tony’s voice shifts into a more questioning tone.

“Say, have you seen anyone here? I swear I saw someone else. You don’t suppose there’s another person watching, do you?” Tony asks.

This is Peter’s chance to rat you out. All it takes is a single word, one finger pointed towards the mouth of this alley, and Tony will have you. If Peter wants to reveal you, he can. Judging by his recent behavior towards you, Peter would enjoy that all too much. He sees you as an enemy, even if you’ve just saved him. This fight with the creature changes nothing.

Yet Peter’s voice remains casual. “Nothing except this guy. I’ll catch up with you in a second, I’m a little winded. Maybe dog allergies extend to weird werewolf hybrids.”

Tony chuckles. “Sure thing, take as much time as you need. You’ll probably be able to track us well enough. Just follow the sounds of screaming.”

You hear Tony fire up his repulsor beams and head out of the street in a blur. Seconds later, Peter appears around the bend.

“He’s gone,” Peter offers, and you nod.

“Why didn’t you tell him I was here?” You ask.

Peter lifts a shoulder, looking away. “You just saved my ass, I figure it would be mean to pay you back by setting Iron Man on you.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Guess I should know better than to expect any kindness, then. Just another deal, right?”

You start to turn away, but Peter hurries to your side. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know what to think when I realized you were Nightmare. I thought that meant you were going to keep fighting me.”

You remain stock-still, unable to allow yourself even a moment of hope. “What made you change your mind?”

Peter reaches up, pulling off first his mask then yours. “That. You’re still my friend, even if we’ve got different goals. I need you more than I thought. Besides, I’m not going to stop trying to save this city, even if it means I still work with the Avengers. I’m not asking you to stop looking for your friend, either. I just need to know that we can coexist like this, and you proved that when you saved me.”

You look up at him, almost afraid to believe what you’re seeing. “So that’s it, then? Friends again?”

Peter smiles. “Friends always.”

He reaches over, tangling his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You let your eyes shut tight, blocking out the rest of the world except for this moment, just the two of you. You can feel Peter press a kiss to the top of your head, and you lean in to his touch. Some part of you is terrified that you won’t ever find your inhuman friend; another, that you’ll never be truly free from S.H.I.E.L.D. finding you. For now, though, you have Peter, and that’s more than enough for you.

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