#tom holland fandom

[kassy-djomunson]

i need these four to become besties or i’ll sue

[spideyxxxxx]

Peter Parker Headcannons

a/n! sooo here are some of my headcannons about dating mcu peter parker including his being spiderman, which isn’t a secret anymore since you two are already dating, let me know if you have others because i love sharing ideas!!

pairing! Peter Parker x implied femreader

Your playful throws? Pillows, socks, popcorn? They don’t trigger his tingle at all.

One day he catches a literal falling brick from a rooftop—but lets a foam ball hit him in the face because you threw it.

Realizes it’s because his brain doesn’t flag you as a threat. Even subconsciously.

Spirals for 15 minutes about how that could get him killed. Then softens.

“I think—I think I trust her more than like, my own instincts. Which is… terrifying and kind of adorable?”

“I think my Peter-tingle just… knows you’re safe. Like—safe safe. Like, I would never need to be warned about you. Even if you were swinging a baseball bat. Even if you were holding a bazooka.”

(he pauses, then adds earnestly)

“Please don’t ever hold a bazooka though. Like for real.”

You lean over him and gently bonk him again with the pillow.

This time, he still doesn’t dodge.

Sneaks out as Spider-Man after patrol just to land on your fire escape and peek into your window to check if you’re asleep safe.If your light’s on, he stays, perched upside-down like a weirdo.

Taps the window once like a ghost.

Sometimes you’re awake and let him in.

Other times, he smiles and swings away with a little “okay, she’s good” breath of relief.

“I know it’s probably excessive but like, what if a raccoon got in? Or a microwave exploded? These things happen.”

Mid-patrol, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, suit mask half-off, swinging his legs off a rooftop ledge.

Calls you just to talk.Not even about anything serious.

Just, “Hey, I saw a guy walking a ferret on a leash and thought of you. Also, hi. Also, I miss you. Okay bye—unless you wanna stay on the line while I beat up some muggers?”

Brings you snacks from bodegas like:

“I saw these weird cookies and thought you’d like them.”

“This soda is purple. That’s romantic, right?”

Also returns with random little trinkets he finds on rooftops. Like a pigeon feather or a single button shaped like a heart.

He gets weirdly shy giving them to you. Like it’s a marriage proposal.

“It’s dumb but it kinda reminded me of you—WAIT I MEAN IN A GOOD WAY.”

If you touch his face when he’s tired? Instant puddle.

He’ll literally tilt into your palm like a sleepy kitten.

Gets overwhelmed and short-circuits when you wear his hoodie or say anything nice.

“You like my—? I mean yeah obviously it’s warm I didn’t mean for you to keep it unless you want to which is totally fine oh my god I’ll shut up now.”

After missions that go wrong—explosions, injuries, Tony yelling—he doesn’t go home.

He comes to you.

Literally swings across the city bleeding just to see your face.

“Hi. I know it’s 1:37am. I needed to remember what breathing feels like.”

Doesn’t let you walk too close to the curb.

Walks behind you on stairs in case you trip.

Lowkey memorizes the scent of your shampoo so if anyone ever impersonated you (he’s seen too many shapeshifters), he’d know.

If you’re cold? Hoodie. Immediately. No discussion.

[uhhhj13iguess]

i should've kissed you

kind of a song fic based off of 'i should've kissed you' by one direction lmao, no lyrics though! just heavily inspired from

avenger!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: the five times peter almost kissed you and didn't, and the one time he finally did

UM LMFAO 5.3K WORDS I KNOW THATS RIGHT

masterlist and taglist!

1

peter fell back harshly onto his bed, a groan escaping his lips. he ran his hands over his face roughly before throwing his hands down to his side in frustration, small punches made at his mattress as he stared up at his ceiling.

he took a few deep breaths, cringing as he replayed the ending of your and peter's date in his mind.

the date had been going perfectly. in fact, peter had yet to be convinced the entire night wasn't a dream as he walked you back through the halls of the avengers tower after your dinner that evening.

everything felt so right, and he knew you felt it too. you were laughing at all of his jokes, small touches on his arm: for once in his life, he was being smooth. and for once in his life, it was actually working.

as you approached your door, you turned to face him, hand reaching out to meet his. he grabbed it with a smile, squeezing it gently and taking a step closer to you.

"i had a really good time tonight, pete. i'm really glad you asked me out." you looked up at him, nothing but love in your eyes. he melted just looking at them.

he smiled softly back at you. "i am too. i'd really love to do it again sometime, (y/n)."

"me too," you spoke in a whisper.

peter reached up to brush hair out of your eyes, tucking it gently behind your ear. you looked at him through your long lashes, a blush apparent across your features. you leaned into his touch and he held his hand there against your cheek, beaming at you. your eyes flickered down to his lips before returning to meet his gaze, lightly chewing on your own lips.

holyshitholyshitholyshit, okay. calm down. this is it. you have the signal, this is going to be awesome, just lean in and --

and he... didn't? wait, why am i not leaning in? kiss her, goddamn it!

peter stood there frozen, a look of awe still adorning his features as he stared at you. you gave him yet another soft smile, reaching up to grab his hand from your cheek. you gave it a quick squeeze before letting it go at his side.

"'night pete. i'll see you tomorrow?"

you reached for your door knob, giving him an eager look with a grin still plastered across your face.

he nodded feverntly, choking out a quiet "y-yeah, of course,"

you nodded and gave him a small wave before disappearing behind your door.

peter remained frozen for a few more seconds, still staring where you no longer stood in front of him. his eyes widened and he let out a shakey breath.

"holy shit, i should've kissed her."

peter let out another groan at the memory, rolling over to bury his head in his pillow.

he had just went on the most perfect date with the woman of his dreams. there's already no way the entire thing wasn't just the most beautiful dream he'd ever had, and there's no WAY he fucked up taking his chance to kiss you. he truly could not believe himself.

peter let out a damn near pathetic whine into his pillow as he replayed the moment for what would come to be many times that night.

2

"i don't know ned, i just... froze!"

"you just froze? are you fucking with me right now?"

peter let a sigh out as he placed his phone on speaker, setting it on his desk so he could finish pulling on his shirt. he wanted to call ned before running out to get coffee with you that next morning, and the more he spoke, the more he regretted it.

"i wish i was. i actually cannot describe to you how much i wish i was."

he heard ned let out another "dude" as he messed with his hair in the mirror.

"she's never going to talk to me again, is she?"

"dude, she's never going to look at you again. i don't know how much more to say you were already punching over your weight here, and somehow still landed the date, and you just fumbled it?? i mean, you went on a date with like, the woman of all women, and you didn't kiss her goodnight?!? i, i can't-"

"ughhh, ned you're not helping!!"

"what do you want me to say, dude? there's no way you fucked up this hard. you have to get in there and kiss her before you don't get the chance to fuck it up again."

peter let out a sigh as he picked up his phone, taking it off speaker and bringing it to his ear.

"do you think she's going to even give me another chance?" he asked solemnly, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"you really better hope she does."

"fuck."

peter ended the call and grabbed his belongings, shaking off his not-so-helpful call with ned and heading downstairs to meet you out front. he had to admit it, he was relieved to see you still showed up. your patience with him must've been god-given, and he wasn't going to mess this up again.

"hey, you" peter called out to you, earning a smile in his direction as you turned back to see him.

"hey, pete. how'd you sleep?"

"good, you?" he lied through his teeth as if his disastrous decision allowed him one second of rest last night.

but you gave him yet another smile, and his nerves around the whole situation seemed to go away.

"good. ready to go? i'm starting to think if i don't get some caffeine in me soon, you're not going to want that second date." you laughed, beginning to walk down the street as peter joined your side.

"highly doubtful," he said with a nudge at your arm. "so you had a good time? last night, i mean?"

you nodded eagerly, your eyes lighting up as soon as you thought about the date.

"the best."

peter smiled at you, "good."

over the course of the walk over, you picked up normal conversation and peter felt relief wash through his body as he began to realize maybe he didn't blow his chance. he grew more confident, flirting with you and even interlocking your fingers together as he felt your hand brush his.

you blushed like a madman at the action, but gladly accepted as you rounded the corner to the coffee shop you and peter often frequented, even before he had expressed his feelings to you.

peter was feeling good again. he did his best to shake his attempt from last night and just plan for the next one. he got back in his groove, doing everything he could do to woo you. he grabbed the door to the shop for you, paid for your coffee, and pulled your stool out at the counter. he had this.

he picked up a conversation about something sam and bucky had gotten into this week, earning nothing but full belly laughs from you. peter felt on top of the world hearing your laugh, his smile faltering slightly as he watched you bring your coffee to your lips. he took a deep breath, his senses immediately overwhelmed as he saw you repeat the gesture towards him, the two of you silently flickering between eye contact and staring at the other's lips.

he didn't know who moved first, but you both began to lean closer to one another, whispers of your conversation falling on deaf ears as he focused on not missing his shot this time.

okay parker, you've got this. she's right here, all you have to do is just... kiss her. okay? just, for fucks sake just kiss her

you sat inches away from his face, once again staring up at peter through your lashes, batting them softly at him.

signal! that's the signal! peter! lean! in!

and again, he just... didn't?? there's no chance in hell he messed this up a second time. what the fuck is wrong with him.

the vibrations of his phone on the counter startled you both, earning a chuckle from you as he muttered an apology, picking up the phone. his face bright red.

"i, yeah? oh, yeah we can be there shortly. yeah. okay mr. stark, thanks."

he ended the call with a sad smile in your direction.

"tony wants us at the tower for a meeting asap." he let out with a breathy laugh, looking down at his hands.

he expected to look up and see disappointment in your eyes, but he was caught off guard when all he was met with was sincerity. you gave him a smile, grabbing his hand and giving it a small kiss before pulling him from the counter.

"no worries! it's not like we weren't going to get coffee tomorrow again anyways."

peter gave you a thankful smile, sliding out of the cafe with you, hand in hand. you were so quick to jump back to your usual self, carrying on your conversation like nothing happened. peter, however, was still absolutely distraught.

there's no way he fucked this up for a second time.

and there's no way you were as forgiving with him as you were about it. a second time.

jesus christ, he needed to get his shit together.

3

it had been a few days since the coffee shop incident, and since he'd been able to get you alone. he had swung by your room, wondering if you wanted to knock out some training with him. sure, sparring wasn't the most romantic, but he was desperate for any chance that came his way at this point.

this led to the two of you being in your current position, sweaty and out of breath, taking turns swinging at each other. you weren't much of a match against peter, but training seemed like a good enough excuse for you to spend some time with him.

peter let out a grunt as he dodged your right hook, immediately sensing your follow up hit and catching your wrist mid-air.

"that's good! if you're fighting against Dum-E, maybe."

you rolled your eyes at him, a scoff escaping your throat. "yeah, right, didn't he leave you quite the egg on your forehead last week?"

"i couldn't see, tony shut the lights off on me in the lab." peter grumbled, throwing a few punches your way only for you to dodge them with ease.

"stop pulling your punches so much, parker, I'm not fragile."

peter smirked at you, letting out a mumbled "as you wish" before instantly sweeping your feet from under you and pinning you against the mat. your back hit the ground with a thud, earning a heavy whine from you as you closed your eyes.

"oh, is this what you wanted?" peter teased, feeling cocky as he held your arms on either side of your head, his hips holding yours to the mat.

you fluttered your eyes open, a breath hitching in your throat as you realized the position you were in: peter on top of you for the first time ever, nose to nose. both of you were panting, from the exercise or the situation, neither of you knew.

peter felt hot. every part of him felt so hot, and he had to actively will his blood to stay in the upper half of his body ashe hovered over you. he took a moment away from his pride to realize how he had you under him, and his senses were overwhelmed again. his ears felt like they were going to burn off the sides of his head as you looked at him, again using the moment to flicker down to his lips. he licked them subconsciously, earning a barely audible whine from you as he did.

so help me god, if you don't kiss her right now, no spider-man for a week. a week!

but despite him pleading with his body to take action, he just couldn't seem to move and seal the deal. he muttered to himself, begging his body to respond and do something.

come on, come on, come on! why?!

peter barely got to see the smirk flash across your face before you moved, quickly flipping him and switching the position to pin him and take dominance.

he let out a groan as his back hit the mat, a half cough/half laugh escaping his lips.

"fuck, (y/n),"

you gave peter a grin, releasing your grip on his wrists and climbing off of him. you extended your hand outwards, peter reluctantly grabbing it to stand.

"never let your guard down, parker. you'll lose all the control."

he let out a scoff and a "yeah whatever," as he met you face to face again. "i let that happen. so, so you could get the practice, obviously."

you placed a hand on his cheek, giving it a soft pat. "I'm sure you did, bug boy."

peter rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him swiftly. you let out a soft gasp, your lips nearly grazing each others once again.

he leaned in so that your foreheads were pressed together, a hand still holding your wrist mid-air. he let out a deep laugh, his hot breath on your lips sending goosebumps across your skin. "funny that you think you're the one in--"

"little spider! lady (y/l/n)! i was hoping for some willing contenders this afternoon!" thor roared as he announced his presence in the gym.

peter let out a heavy sigh, dropping your wrist. "... control,"

you gave him an apologetic smile before greeting thor as he made his way over.

"holy shit, i might have to kill myself over this." peter whispered to himself.

"what was that, pete?"

"i said i think thor's going to kill us."

third time's not the fucking charm, to say the least.

4

yet another few days passed with no success on peter's front, and he was growing more worried with each passing moment that he'd never get to kiss you.

he seriously had no idea what was wrong with him and why he kept freezing, despite everything inside him pleading to just. kiss. you.

you had decided you wanted to plan the second date, finally getting to steal peter away after a week since the last time you'd gone out. on the menu for the evening was an in-house movie night in the lounge, fit with any and every star wars movie for peter to choose from. you'd brought in every pillow and blanket you'd owned, even stealing the ones from steve's bed on your way over. you loaded the couch with the bedding, shooting a text peter's way with instructions to bring drinks and to wear his pajamas. you swapped your phone for the remote, carefully getting the tv loaded as you heard footsteps enter the room.

"shit, pete you were quick, i'm kind of impressed-- oh, hey wanda!" you turned and saw the red-headed woman before you, amazed at the scene laid out in front of her.

"it looks great in here, (y/n). are you going to be watching a movie?"

you gave her a sweet smile. "yeah, peter's on his way down."

"this looks so relaxing, do you mind if vis and i join you? we're quiet movie watchers, i promise!"

you paused for a second, flashing a quick smile to hopefully hide some of your disappointment.

"oh! well, i..."

"hey (y/n), i grabbed you an apple juice, i didn't see grape in there. is this a movie night? I have a sneaking su-- oh! hey wanda, are you joining in too?" peter waltzed into the lounge, freezing when seeing both you and wanda in the designated location of his texts.

wanda looked in your direction, and you couldn't say no to that face (no matter how badly you wanted to right now).

"yeah, that's okay with me. what do you think, pete?"

he nodded quickly, hoping he was following you correctly as he hoped to grasp any context to the situation. "yeah no, i mean that's, of course."

wanda let out a squeal of excitement, rushing out of the room. "i'm going to grab vision, thanks guys! this is going to be awesome!"

you gave peter an apologetic smile as he walked closer to you, handing you the aforementioned drink.

"I didn't know we were already up to double dates." peter gave you a soft smirk.

"i didn't either," you pouted, grabbing a seat on the couch and patting the cushions next to you. "i'm sorry, pete. i'll make it up to you."

peter sat down, giving you a chuckle as he settled into the corner of the couch, grabbing your hands gently. "i'm happy wherever you are."

he was even more happy to discover the viewing of the evening was a star wars movie of his own picking.

the four of them settled in, wanda and vision wasting no time getting comfortable curling into one another. peter noticed this, feeling more at ease in putting his own arm around you. you reciprocated gladly, leaning into his side and swinging your legs over his. peter felt his sense of touch heighten by a thousand, the feeling of you against him pushing him into overdrive.

he took a deep breath to steady himself, wrapping you up tighter and focusing his best on your heartbeat. he'd never held you this close before, and he could swear it was the best thing he'd ever felt.

time passed and you and peter melted into each other, fully engrossed in the movie as you heard a rumble in his stomach. you laughed quietly, lifting your head from his chest.

"hungry, parker?"

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, hearing the giggles of wanda in the background.

"y-yeah, i guess so. i can throw on some popcorn, if you guys want some too?" he looked around the room.

vision shot up, beaming. "ah! i have just learned this recipe, allow me! i will be back momentarily." he voiced before phasing out of the room.

wanda stood up quickly. "last time he made the popcorn, we had to call the fire department. i'll be right back, keep watching!"

she ran out of the room, the frantic nature of the situation making you giggle. peter looked over to you, relief washing over him as he got to have you alone, even if just for a few minutes. that was all he needed.

you looked up to face him, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you noticed how close your faces were.

peter took a deep breath and smiled at you. "are you going to tony's gala on friday?"

you looked back up at him. "yeah, although i don't think i've got a single thing to wear. look at what i'm wearing right now, peter," you gestured downwards. "we're talking about an event that he's invited adele to."

"you're saying these sweats weren't what you had in mind? shit, i'm gonna need to rethink some things." peter made a thinking face and feigned concern.

you both laughed quietly, soaking in the presence of one another. you shiftly slightly in his lap so you could reach your hand to his curls, gently beginning to play with them. "i take that as you plan on going as well?"

he nodded against your hand, taking the other one in his own. he cleared his throat.

"i was... i was actually wondering if, if you wanted to come with me. like, as my... my date?"

your face lit up in an instant and any reservations peter held in his mind were gone. you smiled so wide it became contagious, peter grinning back at you with a shy laugh, no longer able to hold eye contact.

your hand previously in his hair dropped to his chin, earning his gaze once again. "i'd love to, peter. that sounds really fun."

at this point, your fingers were delicate on his chin and ghosting over his features, all attention focused on peter's pink lips.

he took a deep breath, taking in your proximity and touch. he was on fire again.

peter parker, she is literally touching your lips with her fingers! do something! now!

but he just sat there, breathing you in as your hand now confidently rested on his jawbone and your thumb tugged gently at his bottom lip.

but he just sat there, staring at your lips the entire time, not touching them.

"pete?" you asked as you bumped your noses together. he flickered his eyes back up to yours.

"yeah?"

you let out a shakey breath, fluttering your eyes closed. "i... i-"

your eyes shot open and you pulled back sharply. "what's that smell?"

peter let out a whine as he lost your attention, his mouth hung open.

wanda came bursting through the door. "sorry guys! just a mild fire, but we put it out! i hope you like your popcorn a little... uh, charred."

she grimaced as she handed the two of you a bowl, completely unable to read the room.

vision followed in shortly, taking his seat back next to wanda. "my sincerest apologist. all fires have been extinguished and i have alerted mr. stark about the damage to his cabinets. he has a... guy on speed dial now."

you let out a laugh, thanking them for the popcorn and turning back to face the screen, once again snuggling into peter who remained slack-jawed and in disbelief.

i'm dead. i'm dead and i'm in a state of limbo for eternity. what the actual fuck is going on.

the four of you finished the first two star wars movies before calling it quits, you admitting how tired you'd grown over the evening. peter, on the other hand, had been sulking since wanda and vision came back in almost three hours ago now.

his spirits rose slightly, however, as you kissed him on the cheek before you bid goodnight to everyone, sending him one last smile before turning the corner.

ned was NOT going to believe this one.

5

when peter had picked you up friday night and saw you in your gown, he vowed to himself that he wouldn't bother coming home if he didn't kiss you.

you were the most stunning person he'd ever seen, a red dress adorning your body in all the best ways possible.

a red dress. his color. lord. have. mercy.

the night went accordingly, both of you mingling with the rest of the team, exchanging glances at the random a-list celebrities tony had invited for... actually, peter had no idea what the gala was for. he just knew it was an excuse to dance with you, and that was absolutely all he cared about.

as time passed and peter got more one-on-one time with you, he led you to the dance floor, wildly embarrassing himself in front of everyone just to hear your laugh. it was like medicine to him, and it healed things he didn't know were broken.

the upbeat rhythm of the current song slowed, the DJ transitioning the once high-energy music into a ballad. the lights dimmed to accompany the romantic atmosphere. you looked around as everyone paired up, swaying back and forth with their partners. you met peter's gaze, which was filled with anxiety, but he did his best not to show it. he gave you a sweet smile, extending his hand out in the corniest fashion he could think of. all you could do was laugh.

"may i have this dance, m'lady?"

you stifled giggles as you took his hand. "why of course, my good sir."

peter held you close, his hands around your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck respectively. you swayed together as peter held you, staring intently into your eyes. a smile began to curl at the edge of your lips, but you stayed quiet, lost in his gaze. peter took a deep breath.

okay. now or never. you literally cannot possibly fuck this up.

but he did.

parker, why the actual fuck are you not moving right now!!! holy shit kiss her!!!

but he didn't.

and you can see the frustration in his eyes, causing you to tilt your head curiously. the action moved your face slightly closer to peters, and you flickered momentarily down to his lips, desperately trying to make yourself as clear as possible.

but instead of leaning forward with you, peter just looked at your lips with a defeated sight before flashing his gaze elsewhere around the room.

for the first time since peter had tried and failed to kiss you, he saw your smile falter. you pulled away and averted your eyes, suddenly wishing you were anywhere else than where you were. you took a step back, finally locking eyes with peter again.

you gave him a smile, but this time, it didn't meet your eyes.

holy shit, he fucked up big time.

"i'm going to grab some air, pete. just feeling a bit crowded."

you were so gentle about it, but peter knew he'd hurt you this time. he tried to protest, but you moved quickly through the crowd of people, his calls after you being lost in the rest of the noise.

he let out another defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he watched you walk out the balcony doors.

"peter!"

he jumped, snapping to his left to see sam and bucky approaching him. he was so not in the mood for whatever teasing was about to happen.

"you've got to be kidding me, kid."

"sam, listen i'm really not-"

bucky cut him off. "what is your problem, dude?"

"what?"

"(y/n) has practically been begging you to make a move all night, are you for fucking real right now?"

at this point, peter's angry. he wasn't sure more with himself or the guys for harassing him on this, but he was starting to get overwhelmed. everything started to grow louder, the lights suddenly brighter than they were before. peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to stop himself from freaking out.

"i, i-i dont know! i've been trying to kiss her for over a week now, and i just-"

"a week? spidey, just kiss the woman! why are you overthinking this so much?"

"i dont know, okay! i don't know! i just keep freezing! i feel like i'm going fucking insane, literally the only thing i want to do on this planet is kiss her right now, but i just--"

"i think you need to tell her that, not us." sam cut in. bucky followed.

"yeah, i'm pretty sure she feels like you think she's disgusting right now."

a mixture of pain and panic overtook peter's features. "nononono! but i don't think that!

"you sure aren't making much of a case for yourself right now, kid."

peter ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. "i can't, okay! what if i fuck everything up! people who are close to me get hurt, and this is a really big step that means something, and i can't have her getting hurt."

bucky clapped him on the shoulder. "pete, you've always been the closest pair i know, even before you started dating. i don't know how to tell you this, but you might as well also get to kiss her."

sam smacks bucky across the chest, throwing a disapproving look his way. "that's not quite what he--"

"no. he's kind of right. maybe it really is that simple."

both of the guys gave peter an unconvinced look.

"really. i mean, she's already my best friend. she's already one of the closest people to me." peter looked up at bucky. "i mean, might as well get to kiss her too, right?"

bucky smirked at the younger boy, nodding his head slowly. "that's the spirit."

"i don't know if that's the full spir-" sam cut himself off with a sigh. "listen kid, i'm glad you're not freaking out over this anymore, but remember to still-"

"gotta go kiss a girl, thanks guys!" peter yelled as he began to run through the crowd towards to balcony you were on.

sam sighed and gave an unamused look at bucky.

"'might as well kiss her'? that's your chivalry?"

"clearly he knew exactly what i meant."

"don't highroad me right now."

+1

peter nearly burst through the balcony doors, breathless and relieved to see you still out there.

you turned back to look at him, a smile washing over your features as you noticed it was peter out there with you. you were kind as ever, greeting him by name, but there was a sadness lingering in your eyes.

he approached you hastily, immediately reaching out for your hands as soon as he was within reach. you took them gladly, an inquisitive look settling on your face.

"i'm not going to fuck this up again." he panted.

you shot him a look. "what?"

he pulled you in close before his monologue:

"(y/n), i'm so stupid. i should've kissed you. i should've kissed you so many times by now, and i haven't. i havent kissed you yet despite it being literally the only thing i've wanted to do for the past week and a half. and that's so fucking stupid."

he took a step to reposition himself.

"this, i-i mean, you have given me some really big emotions after I've experienced a great deal of loss, and... and i think that's been a little hard to navigate. but i don't want it to be. i really like feeling this way with you. and i really want to kiss you."

you let out a soft chuckle as you shyed away from his forwardness, a blush raging across your cheeks. you felt peter's finger lift your chin to face him, and you met his eyes once more.

"(y/n), i cannot fucking believe that i didn't kiss you.

how... how do you feel about me, now?"

you felt like your heart was going to burst. you felt grateful for all the times he didn't kiss you so that you could be here in this moment, right now.

peter swore he'd never seen you smile bigger than at that moment. before he could even reciprocate, you grabbed him and pulled him in by his tie, finally connecting your lips for the first time. peter melted into you immediately, his hands flying up to hold the sides of your face as though he was afraid to lose you. you snaked your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, reassuring him you were exactly where you wanted to be.

after what felt like the shortest lifetime, you pulled away in a gasp for air, earning a chuckle from peter. he took a step back, mouth agape as he admired you in your entirety. he gave you a sweet smile before another soft peck on your lips, his contagious smile bleeding into the kiss.

with your foreheads pressed together, peter took a deep breath, a laugh interrupting the exhale. you looked up.

"what?"

"i just can't believe we could've been doing that this whole time."

"i think this one was worth the wait."

[reckoningishere]

TOM HOLLAND as Peter Parker/Spiderman

[chaxan08]

Kate: Yel has about twenty ways of rolling her eyes that all mean something different.

Yelena: *rolls her eyes*

Kate: See? That was disgruntled agreement.

Yelena: *rolls her eyes again but with a slight smile*

Peter: And that?

Kate: She is mildly impressed.

[junkithinkabout]

Why I hate MCU Spider-Man

I'm going to preface this by saying that I do NOT hate Tom Holland nor do I think he was poorly cast or a bad actor.

Tom Holland could have been an amazing Spider-Man, he's got the small nerdy vibes that are low-key needed for the role to work properly, brown hair, brown eyes, cute as a button-- all that crap.

But damn did the writers do him dirty.

Spider-Man is a lone wolf, he has friends eventually but especially in his first years he's notorious for squaring up when anyone in a mask approaches him. But that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Peter Parker does NOT like shield, he doesn't like people knowing who is he what he's doing, where he's going, and above all else his goal is to help the little guy.

Of course there are stories that pull this off well, Ultimate Spider-Man did a good job of having Peter working with a team and SHEILD without straying too far from the character.

He's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And the MCU ruined that.

Instead of being a traumatized genius who's full of rage and sass in equal measure he turned into some wimpy UwU nepo baby. (This is not helped by the fact that I also dislike Tony Stark, All Tony Stark's MCU or otherwise)

And as previously stated I hate it.

Now my reasons for hating it are far more petty than I'd like to admit but I'm here for transparency so here it is. Tom Holland Spider-Man has infected my fan fiction, spideypool, spideydevil, angst fics, happy fics, gwen fics, MJ fics, Spider-Man in general, all of my fics.

I do NOT want Dead Pool and MCU Spider-Man kissing and or dating in ANY circumstance where with my boy comic or Amazing or literally any other conglomeration of Peter Parker's it can lead to some really interesting dynamics and fun times.

And I know-- he's current MCU he's going to be popular people love what's going on right now, but please please for the love of all things unholy keep your little nepo baby 50 feet or MORE away from anything I love at all times.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[kassy-djomunson]

the quad squad

they will save the world. together.

[spideyxxxxx]

Web Swing

a/n ! this is just a little piece of my writings about how i imagine peter taking you for your first ever web swing once he told you he’s spiderman and you’re dating. enjoy!!

no warnings, pure fluff and peter being peter x reader

“I-I mean, only if you want to! You totally don’t have to—like, not at all, you know, no pressure—just, like, a gentle swing, like… you know. Date-ish? Maybe?”

You stood together on the rooftop of your building. The city below buzzed and blinked like a restless giant, but it was far away—Peter had picked this spot on purpose. Quiet. Out of sight. Just the two of you. His mask was pushed up halfway so you could see his nervous smile, the one that always crinkled his eyes. He hadn’t stopped fiddling with his fingers.

You, standing a little to the side, arms crossed more from nerves than cold, just looked at him for a second.

“A date-ish swing?”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I—I realize that sounds kinda dumb when I say it out loud. But you’re not gonna fall. I swear. I’ve got you.”

You hesitated, eyes scanning the skyline, the height. “I don’t like heights.”

Peter softened. “I know. That’s okay.” His voice was gentler now, reassuring in a way that didn’t push. “You don’t have to. But if you want to try, even for a second… I’d never let you fall. Not even a little.”

Something in the way he said it—quiet, sincere, like a promise wrapped in his heartbeat—made your heart do something traitorous.

“…Just once” you mumbled. “No flips.”

Peter straightened like you’d just said yes to a marriage proposal. “Oh my god. Yes. No flips. Definitely no flips. Zero flips. Anti-flip policy. Strictly gliding. Hovering, even. Basically like standing but… moving.”

You raised an eyebrow, and he shut up, quickly lowering his mask back down with a muttered, “Right. Okay. Here we go.”

He stepped forward, holding out his hand. “Just… wrap your arms around my neck. Trust me, okay?”

You took a breath.

And did.

As your arms slipped around his shoulders and he pulled you gently against him, Peter tried very, very hard not to combust on the spot. You were warm. Real. Your fingers hooked into the fabric of his suit like you didn’t trust yourself not to fall.

He whispered, “Ready?”

“No.”

“Okay. We’re going anyway.”

And with one smooth thwip, you were airborne.

The wind was fast but not brutal, cool but not cold. Peter swung low at first, letting you adjust. You held on tighter.

“You okay?” he called gently over the rush of air.

You buried your face in his shoulder. “This is terrifying.”

“You’re doing amazing.”

“…Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“I swear if you do a single flip—”

“Zero flips! Did I not establish the anti-flip policy?” he laughed, light and easy now, because somehow, someway, you were with him, clinging like he was gravity itself.

He didn’t go fast. He didn’t take the high routes he usually did. He kept it gentle—curving arcs, wide loops, barely above traffic—and when you finally peeked over his shoulder, your breath caught.

The city was glittering beneath you. Nothing like a phone screen. Nothing like the rooftops.

“Wow…” you breathed.

Peter glanced down at you, heart full. “Right?”

There was a pause. And then you added, softly, “You do this… every night?”

He nodded. “More or less. It’s, um… kind of who I am now.”

You were quiet again.

Until finally, you said, “Thank you for taking me.”

Peter blinked behind the mask. “Y-Yeah. Anytime. Like, literally anytime.”

He landed you gently on a quiet rooftop across the river, away from the school, away from the chaos. You stepped back, letting your legs adjust to solid ground again, but you didn’t go far.

And when he pulled the mask halfway back again, cheeks pink, curls wild from the wind, he looked… breathless.

“Did I ruin our second date?”

You blinked. “You’re joking, right?”

He chuckled nervously. “I mean—I did disappear for like twenty minutes. Technically thirty if you count the backup call from Queens and—uh, never mind, not important.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. A real one. One that barely cracked your usual calm, but to Peter, it felt like sunlight through a crack in armor.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Peter.”

“Oh. Cool. Coolcoolcool.” He scratched the back of his neck. “So… is there gonna be a third date?”

You, after a pause, reached out and lightly tugged the fabric of his suit at his chest.

“Maybe. If you don’t flip.”

He nearly short-circuited.

“I swear on Aunt May’s life, no flips,” he whispered.

You laughed. And in the wind, on the rooftop, under stars and soft orange sky, that sound alone made Peter Parker feel like he had the whole world in his hands.

[uhhhj13iguess]

How are you doing today? If you are comfy doing a Peter Parker x fem Avenger reader based on this prompt?

You were nearly killed by enemy fire — shot three times. Thor flew you back in his arms, covered in blood. Bruce stabilized you. Barely.

Peter showed up last — too late.

When you briefly regained consciousness during surgery, you said one word:

“Peter.”

Now you’re back under, still critical. Peter sits outside the surgical bay, fists covered in dried blood. Wanda stands beside him, quiet.

“She called your name, you know,” she says softly. “Even when she was dying… you were the last thing on her mind.”

thank you so much for the request, i'm doing great!! i hope this lived up to what you were looking for, i loved this prompt. i love a hurt comfort bitch!! this is very loosely edited, be warned

please keep sending requests! i'm currently working on a few!

even on my deathbed

mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter

wc: 1.5k

cw: description of gunshot/wounds, mentions surgery, swearing, sad and self-depricating peter, angst with a happy ending

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the first bullet wasn't the issue.

a slight graze of your upper thigh, a burn more than anything else.

it wasn't even the second one, which caught your shoulder with a brutal force.

it was the third one. the third one, which ripped its way through your stomach, tearing apart everything in its path.

you hit the ground instantly, your legs giving way under you from the impact. everything around you felt like it was going in slow motion, a blurry scene playing out to the dramatic melody of the ringing in your ears. you slowly looked down to your hands, shaking violently as they fought to keep a steady pressure on the bullet wound. your vision grew spotty at the sight of them, stained crimson and drenched in blood. your blood.

it felt like years had passed when you finally looked up, your gaze ripped away with a firm pressure suddenly on your shoulder. it stung, but you were confident the muted pain wasn't nearly comparable to how the sans-adrenaline version felt. thor stood above you, wrapping your shoulder with part of his cape before ripping another, much larger piece for your abdomen.

he was talking to you but it fell on deaf ears, the ringing overpowering even the voice of a god. you could see the worry on his face as he bent down further to scoop his arms under your legs, lifting you with unbelievable ease, a stark constast to how heavy your body was beginning to feel.

you made your way back to the jet, bruce outside and eagerly waiting for you.

the next moments were a blur of transportation, hazy grey flooding your vision as you entered the jet on the gurney that felt way more comfortable than it should've. your eyes were heavy as you watched the team slowly begin to crowd around you, adorned with their own battle scars.

tony leaned close to your face, his voice drowned out by your haze. wanda was next, grabbing your hand tightly. sam, steve, bucky, everyone congested around you as they frantically spoke to each other, harsh emotions lacing their features as they talked.

darting your eyes through the swarm of avengers, you fought off sleep as you searched for the one pair you didn't see staring back at you: peter's.

just as everything started to fade and you felt your body fall, you heard a voice that put your mind at ease. even though you couldn't see him, knowing he was safe was enough. one word fell from your quivering lips as everything went black:

"peter."

peter didn't leave your side until the nurses had to physically pry him from the gurney.

he sat outside the med bay, still in his suit, bloodied and riddled with guilt. it was his fault this happened. he was supposed to be the one in that hallway, not you. it was supposed to be him heading to backup nat, not you.

peter cried into his knees, pulling them close to his chest as he replayed the mission in his head. how he missed the guy to his left, getting knocked down on his way to nat. how he didn't stop you from running past him to get to her.

sobs racked through him as he felt a presence at his side, ragged breaths turning into frightened hiccups. wanda gave him a soft smile as she sat next to him.

she took his hand in her own. "how are you holding up?"

peter gave her a sharp scoff. "how does it look like?"

wanda gave him a look, a stern one he usually reserved for may. he looked down, eyebrows furrowed together. "m'sorry."

"she called for you, you know."

peter's gaze snapped up to meet hers, a once-guilty face now turned confused. "what?"

"right before she lost consciousness, she called out your name," wanda gave in a soft voice, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on the boy's palm. "you were the last thing on her mind, even when she was dying."

peter felt his heart racing, thousands of thoughts swirling in his mind. she could feel it, squeezing his hand and offering him a hopeful smile.

"i think you should talk to her. she's out of surgery now."

he nodded, barely noticeable to the naked eye. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he stood up with a hand still in wanda's helping her up as well. peter immediately pulled her into a hug, his nervous system grounding itself in her warm arms.

"thank you," peter whispered, his voice quivering and on the verge of tears once more.

she pulled back, patting his cheek playfully. he admired how even in the worst, she made every attempt to brighten the mood.

peter watched wanda make her way back down the hall, nerves taking over his meek frame once again. did you even want to see him? were you mad at him? you should be, he thought. this was all his fault.

he shook it off, forcing his feet forward towards your recovery room. with shaking hands, peter gave soft knocks against the wood.

"come in," he heard you speak weakly, and a frown took hold of his face as he heard how broken you sounded.

as soon as he saw your near lifeless frame in the hospital bed, peter burst into tears. he rushed to your side, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. ignoring the pain coursing through you, you hugged him back, easing some tension peter was holding onto.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. it should've been me, it should've fucking been me that got hurt. i'm so sorry," peter rambled, hiccuping in your ear as he worked himself up.

you pulled back, tears flooding your own cheeks as you forced him to look at you. "peter, what the hell are you talking about?"

he shook his head violently, dishelved curls bouncing about as he stared back with wide, blood-shot eyes. "i should've been the one walking down there. i should've known about the guy around the corner, it... it should've been me."

you pulled him close again, hands tangled in his hair. "peter, please. i don't want it to have been you. this wasn't your fault, this is what we do."

he choked out a sob, crushing you in his arms as he practically laid on top of you, despite the circumstances. whether it was the morphine or peter's presence, you didn't seem to mind.

"i'm so glad you're okay. i thought i lost you, i-- fuck," peter hiccuped.

this time, he pulled back first, his large, shaking hands coming up to cup either side of your face. "i thought i lost you."

you gave him a tired smile. "you can't get rid of me that easily, parker."

peter mirrored your smile, eyes fluttering around your face and taking stock of all your scrapes and bruises. he lingered on your lips, sending butterflies through your ripped-up insides.

"peter, i--" your voice cracked, bottom lip chewed to shreds as you fought to find your words. "i thought i was going to die."

his lips fell to a frown, concern and guilt on his features once again.

"i know bug, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry."

you shook your head at him. "no, pete. i don't want you to feel bad. i just mean.,

"i thought i was going to die. and all i could think about... was you."

the last part was a whisper, a secret shared between the two of you. peter furrowed his brows together, not quite understanding.

"i'm sorry to worry you."

you gave a frustrated sigh. "no, not like that, peter. i didn't want to die not, not... telling you how i feel. about, you."

his eyes grew wide, a flush taking over his cheeks. "you were thinking about... me?"

you nodded, nervousness taking over as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth again. "mhm."

"oh,"

"oh."

"yeah," you averted your gaze, suddenly regretting every action you've made since waking up. maybe this was just a pain med-induced dream. hopefully. you chewed mercilessly at your lip, a tinge of metallic dancing across your tongue as you drew blood.

you felt peter's thumb on your lip, causing you to relax it and meet his eyes once again. they were much softer than before, once bloodshot and now bright.

"how about i go grab an endless supply of ice chips, you make room on that sorry excuse for a bed, and you tell me all about how you feel, about me?"

the morphine was no match for the way peter made you feel.

[fandomnerd9602]

"What if...." Toni stark introduced Peter parker to YN and they both bond over being so nerdy (being into starwars,movies,video games,etc)

Tony: Peter, this is Y/N - my son

Peter: dude! Is that a Revenge of the Jedi shirt?!

Y/N: replica of the infamous poster yeah!

Peter: dude! Wait! Is that a thermal coupler?!

Y/N: I was gonna add it to my suit for enhanced power output. Wanna help me?

Peter: yeah! D-did we just become bros?

Y/N: science bros for life!!!

The two run off excitedly…

Tony:

Bruce: I thought we were the Science Bros.

[mysterylilycheeta]

MJ: why are you following me? Peter: because we’re dating now MJ: okay… what about Ned? Peter: we’re a package deal Ned: buy one idiot, get one free

[wassupguysss]

literally me when when I'm reading a x reader fic but the reader already has a name(THAT IS NOT MY NAME)

Like,it's not a x reader fic anymore

(Edit:Y'ALL CAN STOP LIKING NOW~23rd February 2025~)

[bobsbagofmeth]

BOYBAND!PB&JJ—> au where Peter Parker, Bob Reynolds, Johnny Storm and Joaquin Torres commit their life to new songs and funky hairdos.

[marvelsgirl616]

Bucky after peter tells him he’s spider-man.

[chaxan08]

MJ: Where the hell were you last night, Parker?

Peter: I was at a party smoking weed.

MJ: Don't lie, you were at the library you fuckin' nerd.