#v; spiderboy

[itsybitsypeterparker]

(For the ask meme) Tony picks bitsty! Peter up

@marveleveryuniverse

lift em up / ask meme // accepting! @marveleveryuniverse

There was some sort of attack. One Peter just so barely missed through his sense; the sense that he was still working out. When it came to oncoming danger, sometime the intense feeling of his spidey-sense was overtaken by the over-stimulation it brought him. Instead of heeding the warning and getting away from whatever spurred the sensation on, he locked down in place, hands over his ears, trying miserably not to EXPLODE from the intensity he was cloaked with. Before whatever was happening overtook him, something, SOMEONE swooped in and grabbed him with surprising strength. Peter's head pivoted to see the person, even though his senses were completely overwhelmed and scrambled, so much so that there were tears in his eyes, and just gaped up at them.

".....?"

[sabcandoit]

as you wish was an AMAZING fic!! ! i applaud to you :] for requests, i wass hoping you'd accept one where reader wears a pretty dress for Noir?? it can be either smut or fluff honestly!! or a little bit of both.

hope you have a lovely day!!

Thank you! Here it is!

DESIRE

Spiderman Noir x Fem reader

Summary: The reader "puts on a pretty dress" and they go to a party for a friend of Peter's. As the night progresses, Peter finds himself unable to keep calm around you, overcome with lust, and overall he's just really entranced by your looks <3

Warnings: Fluff! No actual smut this time, but they get close haha. Its a good mix of both of you "taking control" here and there.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on my first fic, "As You Wish"! I love making these and it's great to see so much support! Also I cant help but imagine Gregory Peck as Noir lmao. He's so handsome too. My requests are open too, so don't be shy! Enjoy!

 “It's time to leave now darling!” Peter announced from the living room. You were in the bathroom, still trying on earrings and other jewelry.  You had no need to get so dressed up to show stop Peter with your looks, it didn't take much effort. He never stopped calling you “Beautiful” or “Lovely” even when you were in the laziest outfit and hadn't put any makeup on or done your hair. Now here you were, stalled in your mirror trying to look as perfect as can be simply for the fun of it. You were going out anyway, to a birthday ball of sorts, and would have others looking at you.  

You sported a dark red evening gown with straps and a mid-length v-neck cut, just long enough to show a small amount of cleavage. The back was zippered up and it cinched in perfectly at your waist. The fabric ran smoothly down from there, the skirt long and flowy. You had done your makeup with a fine red lip and a fancy updo, swept up and braided. The shorter pieces of hair that fell out were styled in a wavy, brushed-back look and pinned up. Simple gold earrings and a thin chain gold necklace adorned your body as well as equally delicate gold bracelets. Peter got you this set which surprised you. It was expensive and dainty, not the sort of thing he would especially pick out for you, but it stood out to him as something that would look beautiful on you. You were all ready, you just needed to grab your heels, handbag, and coat.

 As you exited the room, you saw Peter, dressed in a black suit and a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, bits of it undone and curled on his forehead. He was putting on his black trench coat in the foyer when he saw you. His lips parted for a moment as his gaze settled. “Oh…” he said with a sort of delighted inflection. You smiled, looking down as you grabbed your shoes and put them on clumsily, chuckling softly. He smiled at you too, watching. As you returned, you grabbed your red handbag and a long black trench coat that matched Peter's. “Ready to go Spiderboy?” you giggled as his loving stare never dissipated. “Oh yes.” he snapped out of it. He was flustered and you were proud of it, yet you had to act oblivious. He fixed his black gloves on, stretching his long fingers out. 

“You look beautiful.” he stepped close to you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you,” you responded as you both walked out of the doorway, grabbing his hat before leaving. You just grinned up at him lovingly. A gentle hand led you both to the car. He opened the passenger door and stepped back, outstretching a hand, “Sit love”. You nodded your head as you stepped in. He closed the door and walked over to his side and sat down, starting the old black Ford. As he drove to the party, you both listened to the quiet radio playing through the dark night. You could cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick even though the silence between you too was welcomed and comfortable. You both stole little glances and would smile when you caught each other. 

Peter finally was the one to speak up, “Have I commented on your dress yet?” he chuckled handsomely. “It’s irresistible on you, doll.” One of his gloved hands reached out and grasped gently on your thigh. You blushed as he caressed it more, saying in a lower voice, “I may not be able to control myself.” You only blushed more. “Peter…” you sighed. “Not now, love” you spoke again. His hand didn't leave your thigh but he did shut up, tensing his other hand on the wheel. 

You both now arrived at the party. Peter stepped out of the parked car and approached your door. As he opened it and you stepped out, you smiled at him. He straightened up, slightly flushed as he put his hand on your lower back again. He couldn't help but stare down at you, your body, and the dress. The jewelry! How could he not have noticed? “I see you're wearing the gold I got you,” he whispered enticingly in your ear as you both walked into the extravagant building, red carpet to greet them and all. “Oh yes, you finally noticed!” you teased, wrapping your arm around his, lightly touching his side in the process, making him gasp. Looking down at you, he saw your eyes looking intently back at him. “Handsome,” you mumbled, looking back down as you walked. He looked in front of himself, trying to keep his composure, your compliment almost melting him right there. As the escorts opened the building doors, the party was huge and bright. People were all over drinking and talking. Of course, you were here for one of Peter’s friends. You walked more in and eventually saw some people you recognized. As you dragged Peter to talk with others, he stayed suspiciously quiet. Maybe something was wrong? Was he not feeling well?

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NOIR’S POV:

That dress. Her in it. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. These men around us, are they all looking at her? If only they knew the things I would do to them if they laid a hand on her or said something even slightly inappropriate.

 I could care less about the people we are talking to, I just want to be with her, alone. Give her all the compliments I want. Tell her all of the things I want to do to her… I can't keep up with this anymore, yet we still have to wish my friend a happy birthday. But look at her body, the dips and curves, her smile and laughter. It's enough to make a grown man crumble. And that jewelry set I gave her, it makes her look only more ravishing. How I wish I could unclasp that necklace and slip off that bracelet… kiss the places where they once were… make her blush and fluster. Ah, the things I would do for this woman.

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“Oh, well I'm not sure that's how it went!” you chuckled, conversing about memories with an old friend. “It had to be!” your friend laughed back. As you both smiled and talked more, Peter’s hand touched yours. Perhaps it was accidental? It now fully grasped yours and you could feel his intense need. Now this was not accidental. You tried to listen to your friend's stories but couldn't focus, his hand was treading down your arm and playing with your dress.

 “Darling,” he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I'm afraid we must leave.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a sort of offended look. “Peter…” you stammered, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Peter, we can't leave yet.” “Ah, forget about that.” one of his arms was now wholly wrapped around your waist possessively as he interrupted the conversation around you. “Excuse me, but my lady and I must be going. We have somewhere to go early in the morning and you know how hard it can be when you don't have a full night’s rest.” he chuckled with his free hand in the air. 

They all bid you goodnight as Peter led the way out into the parking lot. He walked slightly in front of you, holding your hand. You stopped, saying, “Peter, that wasn't very kind to the hosts. After all, you were the one they wanted to see”. He turned around and put one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pulling you in. He kissed slowly and passionately like he had been waiting for this. As you parted, you stood, out of breath. “Well…” your hands now up in front of your chest. He smirked down at you. It took you a moment to let go of his gaze, you needed to show him how he couldn't affect you like that. As you left his hold, a hand of yours lingered on his coat lapel, you walked in front of him to the car. 

As you made it to your side, he came quickly behind, opening the door for you. “Oh doll, don't be mad at me.” he playfully begged as you sat in your seat. You just rolled your eyes with a silly smile. As he got into the car he looked over at you, more serious and amorous. You didn't dare look back at him, afraid you would disarm at his loving expression. A strand of hair loosened, coming down in front of your eyes. He of course couldn't leave it hanging in the way of your beautiful face, so he brought a hand up, stroking it behind your ear, making you turn to face him. You locked eyes, his with intent want and yours softening. “My love… absolutely gorgeous.” he smiled gently before departing his gaze and starting the car. As he focused on the road, he spoke out to you, “It was a good idea of yours to wear that dress. You look stunning.”. You blushed, loving the attention. Maybe you could take advantage of this? 

“Why thank you. You always look well put together in a suit.” you traveled a hand up to his neck, caressing for a moment before pulling on the bowtie and loosening it. A visible blush was creeping up his cheeks as he glanced over at you. As you completely freed the bowtie from his neck, you tossed it to the side, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on his white dress shirt. “Sweetheart,” he groaned. “What?” you teased, one of the straps holding your dress on your shoulders slipping down. He noticed this, causing him to inhale sharply. 

He couldn't continue driving. His self-control was not that strong. As he pulled over and parked, he turned over to you, took off his suit coat, and rolled up his sleeves, the top buttons all loosened. You blushed and backed up in your seat, the skirt part of your dress riding up and the neckline lowering showing more cleavage. He started taking off his gloves, pulling one finger off at a time as he looked over at you periodically, each time with intensified hunger. After he successfully got them off and threw them at the side he moved over in his seat, grabbing onto your face and giving you a fiery kiss. As you both moved your hands around each other’s bodies feverishly, you mumbled into a kiss, “We can't get much done in here, Peter.” giggling. “Nonsense.” he desperately gripped at your hips. “Allow me to demonstrate.” he chuckled attractively before feeling for your dress’ zipper and pulling it down, warm hands grazing along your back.

[under0-0s]

~ ~ ~ ~ The Stark Family ~ ~ ~ ~

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆:

Virginia Anthony Stark-Potts: @pepper-potts-in-charge

𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒔:

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝑮6

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[cheese0spider]

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[itsybitsypeterparker]

The woman he was practically bird-watching looked concerned at first but her expression shifted just as quickly. Peter sprung to life with a bit of a bounce in his spot, posture altering, not expecting her to turn around and start a conversation. He wasn't very good at....any of that, actually. And he was taught not to stare, but, you know...kids.

"I uh....I just like it up here?" He replied with a very sheepish smile, giving the woman a bit of a shrug. "I like people-watching." He fell silent for at least 30 seconds, thinking, only to add on, "I'm sorry if I scared you."

@itsybitsypeterparker asked:

((You <3’d for a itsy bitsy!pete)) Theres a small, awfully observant and curious child peering down at Sandy with big brown eyes from the side of a building, stuck to it with his hands and feet. Just staring. Maybe he wasn’t sure if it was wise to interact.

The feeling of being watched made Sandy pause. She cast her eyes around, concerned that whoever had their eyes on her had malice on their minds. When she finally looked up, though, that concern faded to relief.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing up there?" she asked, waving at him.

[mischiefandi]

all I want for christmas is for tom holland to be happy

and shirtless pics too who am i kidding 

[drtywork-blog1]

ACTUAL SPIDERVERSE VERSE INFO!

He’s your (not) friendly neighborhood sp.iderman! In a world overrun by zombies, there’s no need for superhero’s and people to fight crime; and of course those who were around were either dead or too scared to fight back. Enter Merle, a redneck substance abuser who follows a group in Atlanta. One day, when bitten by a radioactive spider (yes those still exist) he turns into none other than spi.derman! The ability to produce webs, stick to things, everything natural to those who become the hero. While he isn’t exactly keen on fighting crime, he’ll use them for meaningless tasks (getting supplies, escaping zombies, etc)

Then, while gathering supplies in a forest, a strange portal opens up, sucking the man right in without so much of a fight. Now he’s in New York. Well, not a walker filled one, but one with actual people, alive ones! And while he doesn’t WANT to go back to his dimension, he knows the consequences of staying in another dimension for too long, and begrudgingly helps miles and co despite his constant complaining. Though he isn’t exactly the greatest spider.man, especially when Merle himself gets caught for substance abuse so much.

[itsybitsypeterparker]

@somewherebetweenrage continued from HERE

Erik's graciousness and clear gratitude towards May's tamer reaction were easy to see. And it definitely soothed May further. Erik might have made some poor decisions, some poor violent decisions, and you could easily judge the man from that alone. Make him atone for the horrors he committed or some nonsense like that. But May (and by extension Peter - although in a childish, naive way instead.) believed in second chances. She believed people were complex and those who had done bad things could still be good, still be redeemed, still be worthy of love. Although she still wasn't completely happy with the scenario at hand, she had no doubt Erik's admiration for Peter was anything but genuine. If he wanted to hurt Peter, he would've done so already. That was enough proof that Erik was worth a shot.

May smiled softly, watching Peter rush over to hug Erik, only to be boosted into the man's arms. She rested her hands on her hips, dropping her work backpack onto the floor with a noticeable CLUNK. She was still in scrubs and would have to change.

Peter's eyes skipped back and forth from May to Erik, a big smile on his face, just taking in the warmth that both adults seemed to be oozing. He held onto Erik securely, clearly not afraid of the man dropping him.

"But you're still here. Maybe I could stay up a little later. So we can talk....or play a game, or something?" Peter frowned momentarily, turning towards May who shook her head as an answer.

"You can see him another time, kiddo." May let the boy know, "I'm sure he has plenty to do once you're in bed. Besides, you have school tomorrow. We can set some occasions up for him to see you again. Now that I know it'll make things easier."

"Okay...." Peter was clearly a bit disappointed but wouldn't fight it. He was a good kid. He stayed in Erik's arms for the assumption the man would just walk him to his room and do all that good stuff. But before Erik could, May shot him a look of reassurance, muttering a small "thank you."

[itsybitsypeterparker]

It would take a lot more than a scary exterior to scare Peter enough to not interact with someone. Especially someone, whom so far, had been extremely kind even through their barely minute or so interaction. Peter was taught not to judge a book by their cover and though Gabi definitely was not the softest looking person, he somehow felt she had good intentions. Childish innocence were his current blinders so he decided to take a chance on it.

Peter watched her sit next to him, eyes not leaving her sight, feeling slightly entranced if anything. She seemed nice. He hoped he wasn't already a burden.

"Gabi?" He parroted, sniffling, "That's a nice name. It's pretty." Wiping his face on his arm, Peter looked down once more. "I thought I was helping. But that lady looked so scared. i feel like a monster."

So he wasn't alone? It would've been a relief. But it made him think that she too, and the others, probably dealt with similar thoughts. How cruel that such amazing powers were plagued with such guilt.

"A Spider? Maybe?" He racked his brain to no avail. May was too squeamish to handle bugs. So whenever he saw one, at least when he was at home, Ben and him would deal with it. But Peter never wanted to hurt them. So he'd do whatever he could to lead an insect or pest outside the apartment and let it free. "But yeah, I can do those things. I can't.....control it though. It's hard."

Taking in a deep breath, he processed her offer. So much for stranger danger. Peter slowly stood up, looking back at her with a very strained smile. "I like burgers." And then, without really thinking, he offered her his hand.

Gabi's red eyes met Peter's brown eyes. If her appearance was off putting, she was careful to keep her eyes warm. She smiled at him, though she was mindful of not putting fangs on full display. Maybe Miguel hadn't been totally wrong to send her over anyone else. At least the kid didn't seem to be outright scared of her.

"Not in trouble, but me and some friends thought you might need some help," She explained. "They're gonna make sure no one is too upset about what happened back there," She motioned vaguely behind them. A few of the others would make sure Peter's identity didn't get found out.

"My name's Gabi," She told him, sitting down in front of him to be less intimidating. "Me and you have some stuff in common," Not everything, but some things. "Like, I bet we're both really good at climbing," She offered seeing if she could get him to agree. "Or we're a little...sticky?"

"You know what else is really good at climbing and kind a sticky? Spiders. You remember getting bit by a spider?"

She supposed it could happen without being known, but there was no denying that he as this universe's Spider Person.

"You wanna get out of here? Bet you're hungry. I'm always hungry and I know a place with great burgers."

[i-lovethatforme]

THE THINGS I WOULD LIEK TO TELL YPU?!?!?!??!!?ITS 2AM HERE AND I AM CRYING NOW TELL ME WHY I WANT A SPIDERBOY IN MY ROOM RN ! (or maybe mj in my room i want her more)

Hahahah awhhhhh DONT CRYYYYYY. Also, go to bed?????? Always mj > peter so true of you!!!!! Like Spideyboy is v cute but also... MJ 😌

[insidetheacademy]

Say You Love Me

pairings: Peter Parker x Reader (peter and reader are both 18+)

summary: in which reader wants Peter but Peter is happy in his relationship

warnings: angst angst angst and bad writings

gif credits: tomholland (i cant tag them:-(!)

part ii  part iii part iv part v

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the birds were chirping outside of my apartment signaling to the flocks of other birds to go home as the sun was going to set. you were sitting on the couch with your phone in hand scrolling through instagram when a message notification dinged and it read a familiar name “peepee”. you read the message and it said “what are you up to?”, you hover your thumb to the notification and send a quick reply “hello to you too– i’m currently on my couch just hanging. how about you, spiderboy?”.

surprisingly after a few seconds he replied, it wasnt quite like him to reply fast enough due to him patrolling often when the sun goes down but you guessed maybe he’s taking a break from it.

“do you maybe want to eat sushi? i’m super hungry,” he said, you then shoot back “sure why not. i’ll meet you at our usual spot,”. your phone dinged yet again but you didnt need to look at it as it would probably be him saying okay.

you went to your wardrobe and picked out a black top with a pair of jeans nothing too flashy. you wouldnt want to dress up just for some silly “eating with your friend” kind of date plus you knew that Peter would dress down anyway so why not do the same? after you grabbed your bag and your phone you headed out to meet Peter.

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as you walked into the sushi restaurant, you stopped to search for Peter, your eyes then stopped when you saw a brunette boy with the biggest grin who’s sitting at a table next to the sushi counter waving at you. you head over to him and exchanged hi’s.

“how’s it going, spider boy?” you asked cheekishly, he rolled his eyes and replied “the same old same old. Aunt May’s out of town for the next few days,” you nodded in response. “i must say, tonight you’re looking quite marvelous,” he said sarcastically not knowing the butterflies in your stomach that he just set free. you sticked out your tongue at him and say “you’re not being slick, Parker,” he laughed it off and continue to look at the menu. the waiter then came to take your order.

once the both of your orders came, the both you digged in straight away. the whole time they were eating it was filled with laughters, chewed food shown on your tongue to him and light conversations. after you were done eating, you split the bills.

whilst walking back home, he asked you “hey, y/n, how do i ask a girl out?” you laughed at him and said “i dont know, Pete?? i guess try giving her flowers and then hit her with the big ol’ question.” he nodded mentally taking note eventhough it was so simple an ant could remember it. you hoped and pray that this girl is you.

you were curious to know who was this girl, you tried asking him but he said its a surprise. you would’ve thought that you stopped here but oh no, you tried pushing Peter into spilling it but he refused to do so.

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it was 8am on a Saturday and your phone was vibrating so loud. what an annoying sound you thought to yourself, trying to get back to sleep as it would most probably some unknown caller. it stopped. well, for awhile then it got to ringing again, frustratedly you got out of bed to look at your phone and it was Peter calling.

“you better have some good explanation on why you’re calling me at 8am on a Saturday, Parker.” you said sternly to him to which then he respond with “uh, yeah, so i’m trying to buy flowers for the girl i’m asking to prom and i don’t know what kind of flowers are girls into,” you mentally palm yourself to his idiocy and replied “get a rose. its cliché but its kinda romantic in a way, i guess,” how the hell were you supposed to know what other girls like? all you know was that you liked sunflowers and allisium. so you asked him to get the most basic flower, a rose. he thanked you and immediately end the call. great! now you can go back to sleep.

time skipped to 8pm, you were lying on you bed just listening to a song by Heart Attack Man. you were just vibing to the song when the doorbell rang. you paused the song and went straight to the door. you opened the door to meet a brown eyes and a curly haired boy, he was smiling like crazy. you looked at him weird, “what’s up, Parker?” he then proceed to hug you and he literally squealed “I asked Jane to go to out and she said yes!” your heart shattered to million pieces.

not gonna lie, you thought he was gonna ask you. i guess he was still pretty clueless about your feelings towards him. he went on and on and on about Jane’s reaction when he asked her. you couldnt do anything except smiled and nodded at him. though it was breaking your heart you couldnt do anything.

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it has been a year since Jane and Peter are a thing. ever since he has gotten together with Jane, Peter had bailed you so many times. it happened frequently to the point where you had stopped texting him altogether.

you tried moving on, tried going on dates with loads of people. even people who are not your type. well eventually you found one guy, his name was Sam. he was actually kinda perfect but you broke things off with him but the feeling was mutual. you both decided that the both of you are too busy.

you were walking at a park when you saw Peter with a girl beside him. he caught your eye and gave you the hugest smile ever. you noticed his familiar warm smile but you chose to ignore it and look at the opposite direction. “y/n, wait up!” you immediately stopped in your tracks as he stop running to you taking a deep breath, you look at him pitifully.

he asked you the usual catching up stuffs. you were trying hard to not cry when Jane came to him and greet him “hey babe! who’s this?” Peter then introduced you to Jane “Jane this is y/n. my best friend.” you exchanged smiles with Jane, she then said to Peter “i gotta go home now, babe. i got work tomorrow.” they pecked each other on the lips before she goes and you wanted to puke.

you were awfully silent when you’re with him, he couldnt help but noticed it “is everything alright, y/n? you’re not your usual self.” you wanted to cry at his words. you try to control yourself and try to tell him the truth, “can I be honest with you Pete?” he nodded frantically and you continued “i... i kinda like you. i have always liked you since high school. i want you for all of my life. i had someone during the time we stopped talking, but everytime he kisses me, i wish it was you. everytime he hugs me, all i could think about was your-“ Peter cuts you off with a stern voice “thats enough,”

you were taken aback by his voice and the fact that he cuts you off mid sentence. you looked at him trying to hold back the tears, “y/n, look, i like you too but as a friend. i’m happy now with Jane and i wouldnt change it for the world. i am sorry that you like me but you have to find another.” you winced at the words that he said and you couldnt help but walk away.

you were sobbing absentmindedly on your bed, holding to your dear heart. this is what you expected him to say. this is what you had expected to happened. it was all like a nightmare. you pinched yourself so many times wishing that it was to wake up in his arms while they were cuddling watching a boring movie but it isnt and you had to accept it.

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a/n; feedbacks are welcomed!! and so are questions!’ everythinge is welcome, i am so bored with locking myself for another 2 weeks!!!

[itsybitsypeterparker]

Peter had a tendency to get into the most bizarre of situations even when May tried to keep them under wraps. He apparently just attracted trouble like some sort of magnet. And even though this whole....sitaution was not one she fancied or expected, she knew Peter would never lie to her. Nor do something risky or dangerous on purpose. When everything was said and done, Peter was still a kid. Kids made mistakes. Adults did too, but they had to often seek the consequences in much harsher way. Why punish him for finding a man who, albeit had a long, complex history, still cherished and adored Peter enough to stick around when the kid needed someone in May's absence. She still would have a long talk to peter later. But for the time being, they'd just work through this and handle that another time.

May rubs her temples for a moment, closing her eyes to digest what Erik had said as well as keep her cool and collected. Her "mama bear" behavior seemed to dissipate at this point, luckily for Erik. So all they had to do was work through the awkwardness.

"He always finds way to befriend the most....interesting people." May said, lowering her hand until she met Peter's curly hair, gently patting it in hopes to soothe Pete's growing anxiety over this. "But you seem honest. Even if your history is, frankly, concerning. But I'll take your word."

Peter looked up to May and then glanced to Erik, processing their back and forth words, until he realized that everything would be okay. Or as okay as it could get. The child smiled eagerly, giving May and impromptu hug only to scurry in the other direction to give one to Erik as well.

"I'm glad we can work this out." The kid's eyes were full of love. "I dunno I could handle not seeing Mr.Lehnsherr again."

   While it hadn’t directly been Erik’s intention to get Peter in trouble with his aunt, he doesn’t feel particularly guilty about doing so. He, too, wants Peter to be safe, and while he may not remind the boy in so many words, there have been raised eyebrows, looks, and unimpressed noises aplenty in the time they have spent together so far.

   The mutant doesn’t quite know what to think when May, instead of remaining on her guard, or telling Peter to go to bed, returns the keys to her pocket and allows the kid to stay. Grey-blue eyes flick down to Peter and then back up to his aunt; it would seem that she trusts her nephew’s judgement enough to not demand that Erik leave and never return.

   “You have my word.” There’s not a moment of hesitation when he’s asked to promise that he’s being truthful – partly because Erik keeps his word, and partly because he doesn’t doubt that May isn’t lying when she threatens him. “I would protect Peter with my life.” The mutant leader isn’t quite sure where those words came from, or how they passed his internal filter, but they’re true: Peter’s safety will always be a priority to him.

   He glances down at the boy in question, eyes softening. “He’s a good kid; I enjoy his company.” All thoughts of his own children, both living and dead, are kept firmly behind closed lips.

@itsybitsypeterparker

[spiderversetweets]

Okay, there isn’t too much Spiderbois fan art (which is a crime in and of itself) but there is this one person on Tumblr (They go by V) and they make super cute incorrect quote-style comics

If you could give me their URL I'll check them out. For the most part, you can find the fan art on @sugarglider9603 's blog under the Spiderverse AU tag

Some of the art for the AU is on the master post, but not all of it

[tingleparker]

All too well

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes, actually. Thank you Sunny nonnie & another nonnie, love you <33

•Warnings: Angst. I advise tissues

•Summary: Peter just wanted to protect you, and you owe your career to him. You're coming back to Queens for a concert, whatever could go wrong?

•Word count: 5.7k (wowzers v long sorry)

A/n: Listen to All too well -> HERE. Lyrics are in this though :))

Sorry, it was such a long wait for this, but think of it as a little Easter treat (thank you nonnie with this idea). Hopefully, it's worth the wait <33

Peter didn't sign up for this, he didn't sign up for all the villains he would be facing. He didn’t realise how much troubling everything would get, he didn’t realise that people got worse and everything became ten times harder. Sure, when he was back in school, it was hard to balance between Spiderman and schoolwork. But now? Everything was advancing. That would be good for the world when that sort of technology and power didn’t land in the wrong people’s hands. Yes, he had the Avengers team to back him up but Peter will always be that Spider-Man hero swinging around Queens. But why is he realising now? Well, the near death of a loved one may help with realisation.

Y/n Y/l/n, Peter Parker's girlfriend and also You. You had met Peter back in your last year in Midtown, only finding out about him when you became friends with Michelle Jones. You weren't close to Peter back in high school, just knew each other ‘round school grounds. But after graduating and moving on from high school you continued to stay in touch with MJ. From MJ, the pair of you hung out frequently; trying to suppress the stress from college. With MJ came with the package deal of Ned Leeds and Peter Parker. The four of you becoming a tight friendship group. The three of them became your favourite people, but one in particular became something much more. Peter Parker to you was the epitome of adorable, charming and attractive. You couldn't even make up words to comprehend how much you fell for this boy. You beat yourself up for not realising this back in high school but you couldn't turn back time now. But you were glad, you still ended up with the boy who had captured your attention.

Just before the start of your last year in college began, Peter and you started talking more frequently. It was so much that you thought you spoke and texted him more than Michelle. And finally on new years eve, at Ned’s party; You shared the most spark-filled kiss with Peter, under all the dazzling fireworks that lit up the stunning night sky that new years.

Now approaching the end of your college life, the friendship group began crumbling as well as your relationship with your boyfriend, Peter. With all your schedules filled up with studying and schoolwork, you didn't see those three faces you adored to no end anymore. Furthermore, Peter being the infamous Spiderman of Queens didn't help him have any free time either. Of Course, you knew about this alter ego of his, after being together for almost one year now; Peter couldn't hold the secret anymore. You didn't mind him being out saving lives, you thought that made him even more attractive in your eyes but you were constantly worried about his health. You didn't think about your own health, until that fateful night.

~

Walking home from the library after a late night session of studying, may have been a bad idea. The chilly breeze brushed past you, hairs sticking up from the coldness. You shiver involuntarily, the street bare and dark. A constant feeling of uneasiness and fear creeping its way through you, your mind silently calling out to Peter; knowing that he was on patrol this night. It was a long shot because you knew how many people actually needed saving around town, while you were just walking back home without anything drastically wrong. You trudged on, only a few more streets over and you’ll be in the safety of your own home; imagining the soft sheets of your bed. The street lights illuminated the path in front of you, your head held low as your back started to ache from the backpack you carried for your books. Okay, you got this. You hyped yourself up; your mind seeming to play tricks on you; hearing quiet noises from the darkness. Your worst nightmare lagging behind you, quiet footsteps heard from behind. Maybe you were just overthinking, It may have been someone who was just walking the same path, on the same night and the same street. Deep down, your gut feeling was to make a dash but what happens if it were just a normal person. You slowly pick up your pace out of instinct, wanting to get out of these drabby streets as quick as possible. The worst case possible happened, the footsteps followed your speed, slowly catching up; informing you that they were in fact following you. Your breathing had gotten heavier and your heart rate jumping up to a fast momentum. Your feet sped up, even more, your walking had turned into almost jogging now. The figure behind you catching up at an alarming rate. All of a sudden your back was pushed against the brick wall of the side of the random building you were next to. Before you could even let out a squeak, a rough hand covered your mouth; muffling any screams that fell from your lips. You struggle against this person, who you presumed to be a man from the figure; but it was quite dark. You kicked your legs, twisting and turning; trying your hardest to get out of this tight grip but it did not budge your captor. Now you were really praying for Peter to come swing by at this moment. You were so scared, your eyes becoming glazed over as you tried your best not to let a tear fall and let whoever this was your real feelings.

“You listen here” The deep, hoarse voice instructed.

Your thoughts swarmed your mind, trying to predict what his next words were going to be. Was he going to ask for money? What else did you have to offer?

“You're going to tell me where your little dweeb of a boyfriend is, and not say a word to anyone.”

Those orders surprised you, you had never thought that your relationship with the small hero would put you into danger. You hadn't realised that anyone would pay attention to your relationship, now what do you do in this situation?

“W-what?” You stutter out, nervous as hell but confused how to get out of this predicament.

Suddenly you see a glint of silver reflecting from the moonlight, a blade being held over the skin of your neck. Your breath hitched, one wrong move and you could be lying on the ground all bloody and lifeless.

“You’re going to pull out your phone and call over your little Spiderboy here. Or else it ain't going to end pretty for you.” The man instructed, putting a tiny bit more pressure onto the blade nipping at your skin; pain coursing through your neck as it drew a minor amount of blood.

Your hand slowly reached down to grab your phone from your pocket, hand brushing against the screen-

A web comes whizzing through the air and restricting the man's hand that was holding you.

“It’s actually Spider-man, not Spiderboy” Your boyfriend's voice called over the dark street, a sigh of relief left your lips.

The man startled and distracted by the entrance of the hero, you took this as your chance. You kicked the criminal, making him stumble back as you pushed yourself off the wall and ran over to where your hero stood; a few meters away from the hunched over man. Peter took this as a cue to sling him up onto the brick wall you had just been up against. Once Peter knew that he was restrained properly with no chance to escape, his arms wrapped around you. You clutched onto him for dear life that night, thinking he would disappear if you let go.

~

Peter ran his hands through his hair out of nervousness and anger. His mind and thoughts are killing him, he is torn. God, he loves you with all his heart and maybe that's why he is about to do what he thought is going to be the right thing. He knew that it would tear both of your hearts apart but he also knew that it would be good for you in the future. He couldn't have to save you from people who were targeting him. He could let himself put you into danger, the pain in his chest already there and he hadn't even talked to you yet. Taking a deep breath, Peter pushes the cafe door open. The aroma of coffee instantly hitting him in the face, a cozy feeling also washing over him but nothing could make him feel better right now. HIs eyes set onto the prettiest face he’s ever seen, walking towards his girlfriend.

“Hey! Sorry, I was impatient and ordered already.” You say cheerfully, it is your first time seeing Peter in a while and you are just glad, he's here now.

All Peter gave you was a small smile, sitting down in front of you. Your eyebrow furrow in confusion as he didn't seem right, you lean forward to grab his hand but he brushed you off; a feeling of hurt at the rejection was evident in your face. Peter couldn't keep eye contact, not wanting to see the pain in your face; guilt already eating him up.

“What’s wrong Pete?” You ask, concern taking over as your mind runs through all the possibilities of what could have happened.

But all those possibilities didn't compare to the words that left Peters' lips.

“I think we should break up.”

The six words felt like a bullet going straight through your heart. Your breath stopped, your head is spinning, is this just dream? You hope it is but it is all too real, tears pricked at your eyes but you were still in public and you definitely didn't want to make a scene. You sit there in shock, not being able to even form words. Peter didn't even have the courage to look you in the eyes, you wanted to say something; maybe ask why but you were in so much pain and shock.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” The last words Peter could mutter out before standing up and walking out of the cafe, leaving behind his broken heart with you but also taking yours with him.

You sit there hoping no one in the quaint store would look in your direction and see a newly graduated woman crying all by herself. Honestly what a sad scene if you were anybody else but you were the girl sitting here crying. You wait a couple of minutes before getting up and leaving, wanting to make sure you wouldn't run into your now ex-boyfriend. You waddle your way home, a gloomy emotion surrounded you; like an invisible rain cloud constantly on you. Upon getting to your abode, you immediately rush to your bed; curling yourself up in the sheets. Tears falling freely now, sobs rake through your body. The aching pain ran through all your body, you didn't realise how much your heart had been with Peter until now.

The day passed on, you eventually fell asleep from the exhaustion of all the crying. The sun descended and the moon rose as the sky fell dark. You finally decided to get out of bed, only taking a few steps to your desk. Opening up your written filled book, the pages splashed with meaningful lyrics. Your dream was always to be some sort of musician, you loved writing and jotting down ideas for music. You had never told anyone; not even your family, though Peter had found out on accident.

~

“Babe, what's this?”

Your head turns to see your boyfriend holding your precious leather-bound book, a book that held all your desires. You rush over to Peter, snatching the important book out of his hands and hugging it into your chest. No one has ever looked at the pages in this notebook, not even letting your parent in on your real dreams. Expecting them to belittle you for wanting to become a singer was never a pathway in their books, so you kept all of this to yourself.

That night you had spilled all your aspirations to Peter, it felt good to get everything off your chest. Even though he had basically made you tell all of this, you wouldn't have thought of a better person to listen to you.

~

So you flick through the worn pages, to the next blank page. Though tears filled your eyes once more, some dripping onto the paper, words jumbled through your head and you knew you wanted to write it all down; so you did.

[Lyrics = bold italics | thoughts = normal]

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,

But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I

Left my scarf there at your sister's house,

And you still got it in your drawer even now.

The time you were with Peter felt like home, you were always comfortable with him. Your songs were never the truth 100%, on the off chance that one day you would eventually either sell it or sing it yourself but you were almost certain you wouldn't have a chance to do that.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.

We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate.

The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,

And I can picture it after all these days.

And I know it's long gone,

And that magic's not here no more,

And I might be okay,

But I'm not fine at all. 

You thought back to all the late night car drives with Peter, a small smile creeping up on your face. You remember the wind blowing your hair back as you yell out lyrics from the car window, Peter laughing at your antics. It was one of your favourite things to do with Pete, just having fun or deep conversations with each other driving around town.

Cause there we are again on that little town street.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me.

Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. 

You sat outside the small brunch place, gusts of wind blew your hair in all directions as you waited for Peter to show up. You look around the street seeing groups of people pass by and cars zooming through the road in front of your view. Then you spotted your favourite tuff of brunette curls across the street. A goofy smile on his face as he waited for the crossing lights, once he spotted you looking his smile got even wider. Stupidly, Peter had heard the sound of the green crossing light from the other street and wanting to get to you as soon as possible; Peter began walking before immediately jumping back as a car whizzed passed him. A look of concern took over your face for a second before you burst out laughing as you watch your embarrassed boyfriend cross the street when it was finally clear to go.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.

You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed

And your mother's telling stories about you on a tee ball team

You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me. 

You had met Peters aunt May, the lovely lady almost instantly accepting you with open arms. You got to see where Peter grew up into this amazing man. You sat around the small dining table as May took a photo album off the counter, spilling all the secrets of Peters childhood out to you. Hours went by with giggles, laughs and reassuring an embarrassed Peter. The two of you cuddled into each other on Peters bed as May drew herself into her bedroom for the night. Though this day you saw all of Peters past, he promised you a future.

And I know it's long gone

And there was nothing else I could do

And I forget about you long enough

To forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.

We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light

Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah.

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,

And maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.

Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. 

You had been studying all day, night had fallen and you decided it was a good idea to get some food. Partially startled but you smile brightly at the sight of your boyfriend shaking around to the quiet music that flowed through the kitchen. You didn't really question how and why he was here at this moment but you definitely wanted his company.

“What are you doing here?” You ask playfully, seeing his head whip around fast as light.

“Oh-uh Surprise?” You laugh at his attempt to save himself but walk to join him anyways.

You loved that night, goofing around and dancing in the dimly lit kitchen.

Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me

You can't get rid of it, 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah.

Your emotions poured out onto the page, you wished everything could go back to normal after this but you felt like you've lost a part of yourself. You knew you had left a scarf back at Peters place and you wondered if you would ever get it back. You didn't even know if you could handle seeing him again, or at least now right now. You hope that he feels the pain he had caused you, hoping he wouldn't forget you; but why would he even break up with you then?

Cause there we are again, when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well 

You didn't even find out the reason why all this happened. Having no chance to ask him as he walked out of the cafe, crumbling your heart into pieces. You think back to it and you don't find a legitimate reason. You two never fought that much and if you two did then it was over in a couple of hours tops. Sure, these past few weeks there was no time for each other but you didn't think it would cause this much of a rift that Peter would think it was significant enough to break up over.

Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all

Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Going back through all these memories, it all came to an end and so did your song. Teardrops fell upon the pages, leaving behind wet splotches on the paper. You read over the words written messily on the pages once more, before closing the book closed with a huff. You decide you need to finally trudge yourself out of your bedroom and make yourself some food. Whilst eating your sad meal, trying to eat your feelings away. You hum a tune trying to imagine the goods in life and your newly written song as a whole.

~

Waking up the next morning felt like hell, the empty feeling of where your heart was ripped out. You try to psych yourself up, you wanted to move on. You decided to be spontaneous today, put yourself out there more. You grabbed your lyric book and set up a camera; or more so your phone camera. Setting up your phone, so it could point at you; you grabbed your guitar from the corner of your room before setting yourself in front of the phone. Quickly wiping at your face, though the lighting and camera quality wasn't the best; you press record. Your fingers move on their own, a rhythm coming out unconsciously. You clear your throat before the words leave your lips, the way you want it. You put your all into it, the emotions flowing out as you sang. Before you knew it, the last words left your mouth. A deep sigh leaving your lips as it feels like a weight being lifted off your chest and shoulders. You reach out and end the recording, not really bothered to watch it back through. You had the most impromptu idea and your hands move before your mind could work properly. Clicking onto the youtube app, your fingers move onto uploading the recent video; you had just filmed. The video uploading, your heart rapidly beating; regret setting in the closer the video got to being uploaded. You decided to just lock your phone, the screen turning black as you set it on your desk. You try calming down, no-one was going to see it anyways. You push the thought and memory of it to the back of your mind as you resume your day.

You went to bed that day, forgetting what you had done that morning. It wasn't until you reached over to check the time when you wake up, you realise all the notifications coming through. Likes, dislikes, comments, subscribes; everything popped up, you were taken aback. You quickly unlocked your phone, the notices still blocking the top of your screen. Your video growing in popularity as it hits 100k views. You were so surprised, a smile growing on your face as you read through all the positive comments.

‘Omg, she's actually so good!’

“What is this song? It's AMAZING!’

‘HoLy ShIt! BrOkE tHe RePlaY bUtToN.’

Of Course, there was the hate but you looked past that. This dulled the pain of your broken heart. You resumed your day with a little ray of sunshine as more notifications came in, putting a smile on your lips each time. Emails then came in, record companies contacting you; shocking you.

~

Before you know it, you’re walking up on a big stage. Bright stage lights shone upon your figure as screams and cheers sounded around the arena. Tears glazed your eyes as the crowd sang your very own lyrics back to you, your body filled with warmth. This was all you could dream of and more.

“Thank you so much for having me, Brooklyn!” You announced the last bit of your show.

Screams and shouts are what you get as a reply and you were ecstatic with that. Walking off stage, you take a swig of water; your throat feeling relieved after performing. You were buzzing with adrenaline, even after performing around America; you still get a rush out of it each show. You were coming up to your last few shows; Brooklyn being your penultimate act. Your next stop is Queens, your home. You were excited and nervous at the same time; you haven't been back in months because of this tour and the familiar faces there scared you. Especially, your ex; Peter Parker. Your first and most popular song was written because of him, the memories coming back each show as you close out your setlist with the emotional ‘All too well’. You never fully got over Peter, of course the two of you grew up. You were out here performing songs and living out your dream, while Peter stayed back in Queens; playing hero and becoming an avenger. You had a day to prepare for the next show, travelling from Brooklyn to Queens in your teams RV has been uncomfortable but bearable when you got to do what you loved almost every night.

~

You wake up from the bunk as we arrive in Queens, the familiar roads taking you back. You finally arrive back at your place, to your own home; the one you left months ago. You trudge your luggage inside, the dark house illuminating as you happily take back in your home. You don't bother unpacking and crash out on your bed as soon as you could.

Waking up you see it was sunset, you decided to take a small stroll around the neighbourhood. You grab necessities before locking the front door behind you. You lived near a quiet and quaint area, knowing most people living in the houses you walk by. Few cars past and not too many individuals walk by. The sky getting darker by the minute, you're about 15 minutes away from home now. Deciding on quickly buying a little snack from the small store on the street, you start heading back. Whilst looking around, trying to get back before it gets pitch black; you hear a loud noise coming from the alleyway in front of you. Startled, your heart rate jumps as you come to a halt. You contemplate your choices; you could continue walking and it could have just been a raccoon, you could walk forward and potentially get stabbed to death or robbed or you could just not walk forward. There was no other sound coming from the dark alley, so you tried to convince yourself it was just some rodent. You continue on your way, curiosity getting the better out of you as you peer around to see what had caused such a heavy sound. A cluster of red and blue entangled the dirty metal on the ground. Your eyes trail up to see the friendly spiderman holding his mouth shut.

“P-Peter?” You call out to the hero whose eyes widened at the sound of your voice.

“Y-Y/n! Funny seeing you here!” Peter exclaims before jumping up, making more of a ruckus as the metal clangs onto the concrete.

“Yeah, I'm back for my last show.” You explain as he now stands in front of you.

Emotions came rushing back through, Peters hands going up to peel off his mask; revealing the face you once loved and maybe deep down still love.

“What if someone sees you?” You ask, looking around the streets seeing if anyone else was present.

“I-its okay. It’ll be fine.” Peter responds, the two of you staring intensely at each other; trying to work out what to do and say next.

“I’m sorry.” The pain in his voice evident, making your chest clench.

“I just want to know...why?” You ask, eyeing the ground now as the conversation turned; Peter sighing and taking a deep breath ready to explain everything.

“That one night, the one where you got basically assaulted. It turned gears in my head. You were getting hurt because of me, if I hadn't been there at that time; what would he have done to you? God, I love you way too much to let me get you hurt. So I came up with the idea of letting you go, If I did people wouldn't go for you to get to me. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back but I'm actually glad that you've been living your dream out there.” Peter spews out, heart beating loud in his own ears as he awaited your response.

You stood there, dumbfounded. His reasoning made you sad, happy and angry all at the same time. But you understood, understood why he made the choice. Without a second thought, you step forward; wrapping your arms around his figure. Though shocked, the hero also wraps his arms around you tightly.

“It feels so good to have you back.” You whisper, squeezing his body, his suit material feeling funny against your skin.

“We should do this again sometime.” Peter suggests, snuggling into the crook of your neck; making a smile light your face.

“What? Stand out in the dark hugging?” You joke, giggling as you pull away but still being closer than beforehand; the man giving you a straight face before laughing a tad.

“I mean, hang out sometime.” He explains, eye rolling, making you smile even more.

“Hey, I have a show tomorrow. Why don't you come?” You ask with a smile, maybe there's something still there.

“Hmmm, I don't know. Swinging around and getting shot at every night seems more fun.” Peter jokes, earning a playful glare from you.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask emphasising the question more, feeling refreshed after this conversation.

“Of Course love” Peter answers, the nickname slipping off his tongue at ease but placing a rush of pink on his cheeks.

“I’ll see you Peter” Before reaching up and planting a kiss on his cheek; reddening his blush even more.

“I-uh. Y-yep. S-see you” His voice cracking from the embarrassment, pulling his mask back over his face and shooting a web up on the roof of a building; swinging away in the darkness.

A permanent smile graced your face the entire night, as you finally reach your home. You were so excited for tomorrow's concert, you wanted to make it the best you've ever done; because it was the last and because Peter would be there.

~

Throughout the show, your eyes wander to meet Peters, a smile forming on your lips as you see him dancing around to your music. Finishing off your second last song, you take a deep breath. You smile as the cheers die down; giving you time to speak.

“So for the last song for today!” You say, getting a bunch of disappointed ‘awws’ from the crowd; making your smile even harder.

“I know, I know” You laugh, looking around the stadium; bright phone lights shone as you look around the crowd.

“This is my last show for this tour, and I'm back in Queens for it.” You continue, heart filled with warmth.

“Before starting the final song, I want to dedicate it to someone special.” The screams getting louder as you laugh; your eyes trailing back to a smiling Peter.

“This song is close to my heart, it was my first ever song that I uploaded and it was something that has brought me here in front of you all.” You thought back to that day, spent crying over your pages and writing this song; the arena quiet as the attention was all on you.

“This song was inspired by someone, someone special who is actually here right now.” You stare up at Peter who stood up in the balcony seats.

“I’m so glad you're back in my life Peter. This one's for you.” You smile as the cheering came back, you take deep breaths as you ready yourself for the last song.

Peter couldn't wipe the smile off his face, he felt the passion exploding off the stadium walls. He is so proud of you, he knew this is your dream and you have achieved it. He swayed to the song, looking around at the crowd that is absorbed into your voice. Of Course, he heard this song when it first blew up and he knew he was the subject; the hurt he had caused you made him wince just thinking back to it. But also last night's conversation running through his head made him push all the bad memories from the past back and open a new page for the future memories he wants with you. The hero makes eye contact with you on the stage, the song coming to an end soon; the last verse coming up.

“I’m so proud of you” Peter mouths, as he sees your face light up.

Peter returns the bright smile, you've both come so far and he couldn't be any happier-

A loud bang came booming around the arena. Peters ears ringing as the room goes completely silent, everyone hearing a thud as a body fell. Screams and shouts left peoples lips as the crowd began pushing and bumping into everyone else who tried to escape the stadium. Snapping back to his senses, Peter rushed down from the balcony to the stage; pushing through the mass of people that surrounded you. Kneeling, he brings you up to lay on his lap; blood covering his clothes in an instant but he didn't care.

“P-please. I only just got you back” The hero begs, to any bigger being out there; he begs that it would be alright.

Looking down at the gunshot wound in the middle of your chest, he felt all different types of emotions. He completely forgot to check for the culprit but he knows that he would be getting revenge for this, but he’ll let the security and police do the work for now, he needed to be here, with you.

“I-I love you” You admit, you want him to hear the feelings you've had all this time has never changed.

“I love you too. Please don't.” Peter cries as he pulls you in tighter but careful not to move you that much to cause any pain.

You began continuing the rest of your song, skin paling and breath slowing down. “W-wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all-” Your voice chokes out, limbs softening as your breathing fades away.

Peter let out a loud sob, clutching at your lifeless body as he begs for you to just come back. The ache in his body unbearable as his cries and pleads bounce around the empty arena.

“Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all.

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well” Peter sings out, voice stumbling over words.

And although Peter had ended your last song, you had ended his heart on the spot.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A to Z - Peter B. Parker Fluff Headcanon

A/n:Bring on the fluff.....I love him

A = Attractive:what do they find attractive about the other?

Peter would say he find’s your smile most attractive, it was really what drew him to you, your eyes are beautiful too.

Though the guy in him really love’s your breasts...think’s they’re a nice pillow.

You really find everything about him attractive, to his hazel eyes and soft brown hair and dimpled smile.

You really love his body though he might have a problem with it you think he looks sexy.

B = Baby:do they want a family? why/why not?

Peter wasn’t to sure about a family in fact he was scared when you told him you were expecting a child. He had many reasons that ran through his mind, them being that he wouldn’t be a good father, he would some how mess this up.

You on the other hand always wanted children, while you and Peter talked about it briefly it really wasn’t a topic that you’d both would bring up though once you two were married you brought it up with Peter.

And once you found out you were pregnant Peter warmed up to the idea and he was happy to be a father.

C = Cuddle:how do they cuddle?

Peter very much likes to be the big spoon,he’s protective over you so he very much like’s to be the one that’s behind you. Either you’re sitting on the couch and you’re laying in his lap or you are in bed with your body curled into his chest, Peter just loves to hold you.

D = Dates:what are dates with them like?

Peter is very relaxed when it come’s to dates, they tend to be casual with him taking you to place’s that you both enjoy. He love’s taking you out on the farrier but his favorite thing to do is to swing you through the city at night holding you in his arms.

E = Everything:you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

You are the reason why my heart beats so fast, you’re the moon to my stars.

You’re perfect in Peter’s eyes and he wouldn’t know what to do with out you.

F = Feelings:when did they know they were falling in love?

Peter was in high school when he started to feel something, though it wasn’t until after Ben’s death and him becoming Spider-Man was when he realized his feelings for you.

G = Gentle:are they gentle? If so, how?

Peter B. Parker is 110% a gentle boy, he makes sure then when ever he is holding you that he’s not hurting you. He doesn’t like to argue with you and tend’s to just go with the flow of things, he doesn’t want to lose you.

H = Hand:Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

I = Impression:first impression/s

“Wow” was the first thought that came to his mind. 

J = Joker:are they into pulling pranks?

Peter would do anything to make you laugh....though he tend’s to make a mess out of things.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

It really depends on the mood Peter is, he likes to give you these long passionate kisses but he also likes to give you these soft kisses while you two are watching a movie.

Brief little kisses that last seconds or long drawn out kisses that takes your breath away.

L = Little things: what little things do they love/notice?

He love’s how your wrinkle your nose when ever you laugh or in deep thought, he think’s it’s the cutest thing ever.

M = Memory: their favorite moment together?

It would diffidently be the birth of your child, though yours and Peter’s first dance as a married couple is a close second.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Peter 100% spoils the hell out of you, then when you become pregnant and have the baby it get’s worse with him spoiling you and the baby. While he maybe not have the money to get the things he thinks you deserve you’re just happy to have him by your side.

O = Orange: what color reminds them of their other half.

He always thinks of soft pastel colors he can’t understand why but when ever he see’s a soft pink or baby blue he always things of you.

P = Petnames:what petnames do they use?

Pete or Spiderboy is a big one for you, Peter just sticks with calling you his princess.

Q = Questions: what are the questions they’re always asking?

“Am I fat?”

“Do you think I need to lose some weight.?”

Though your answer is always no, you love how Peter looks.

R = Remember: their favorite memory of each other.

It would have to be when Peter proposed, he took you out to the park where you had your first date. It might have started to rain but it ended up perfectly, with a yes and a kiss in the rain to top it off.

S = Sad:how do they cheer themselves/each other up.

You tend to give him a message or you both take a bath with each other, you like to tell him how handsome he his and how much you love him and how much he mean’s to you.

Peter likes to take you web swinging through out the city, he really loves seeing you smile.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

Anything, you and Peter will love to talk about anything, you will talk about food to the next bad guy he’s fighting though most days you’ll just lay in each others arms in silence and thats a good thing too.

U = Universe: use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

V = Very: ___ they’re thoughts about each other?

“Y/n is amazing, I don’t know what i’d do with out them...probably fall apart, i’d be a mess with out them.”

W = Why: reasons why they love each other Peter love’s you much to the reason that you are always their for him. It seemed that every critical moment of his life you where their with a smile on your face to help get him through his problems.

He’s grateful that know matter he looks or how he feels, he just knows that he can count on you to hold him in your arms, you are his best friend and the one he loves.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

All That You Are · The Goo Goo Dolls

or

Calum Scott - You Are The Reason

Y = You: the ___ to my ___ 

“You are the Spider to my Man”

“Peter that makes no sense.”

“Shhh y/n..don’t think about it.”

Z = Zebra:if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Haha no, Peter does not want any pets though the man breaks down see the look on his kid’s face and he buy’s them a dog though he makes sure to keep his things hidden from the pup. 

[itsybitsypeterparker]

Big brown eyes study Loki’s expression searching for a sign of reassurance. Perhaps it was childish naivety to assume approaching a random stranger with good intentions would trump whatever Peter had interrupted here. The child spent a lot of time thinking about, well, everything, and it seemed like that was what they were in the middle of when he interrupted. He hoped he hadn’t completely ruined x their train of thought. Loki just seemed so lonely and Peter HATED being alone for long periods of time. Maybe he could cheer them up?

Peter smiled a bit wider as Loki takes the pretzel. He wanted to take a seat next to them but he wasn’t sure if that was the right move right that second. Perhaps they could work up to that? In the meantime he continued nibbling on his own pretzel, stopping a moment or two in to address Loki’s well-meaning concerns.

“Yeah.” He said, only to realize very quickly that answer would do little to help, so he looked up in thought, taking a moment to figure out what to say before he continued, “Well, I’m really not supposed to be. May and Grandpa Erik don’t like it when I sneak out but it gets really boring at home sometimes an’ I know my way around so I just thought I’d come outside.” He swiveled in his spot for a moment before posing a question of his own, “Are you alone too?”

@itsybitsypeterparker sent me a beter: peter was a good kid. and he listened to….75 percent of the very detailed rules his aunt left behind for him whenever he was alone. sometimes, he’d tiptoe AROUND the rules, find little niches to where he could still do what he wanted without disobeying her. So while he should’ve been at home away from possible danger or unwanted company, here he was in the park, nibbling on a soft pretzel, watching gentle snowfall during a January afternoon. There was a person sitting on a bench just a few feet away who looked…lonely, maybe? And Peter hated feeling alone. So, although it wasn’t the smartest idea, he hopped off his own bench and walked over, greeting the man with a gentle wave and offering them a pretzel. “hi!”

Loki has always liked the snow. Part of their frost giant physiology, they suppose; since they’re entirely immune to the unpleasantness of the cold, they can focus solely on the beauty of it all. If they dwell on it too much they’re reminded of Asgard during Yuletide, of holly boughs and spiced wine beside the fire – but to do so is painful, so instead they simply sit and watch the white flakes fall.

It’s a heavy kind of quiet, gentle and thawing the edges of their mind as they hear the distant sounds of civilization – of the lives they sustain from their throne, and will continue to do so for all time, always. 

They hadn’t expected the quiet to be broken by the voice of a child. He approaches, drowning in a coat that’s a bit too big, with a hand-knitted scarf around his neck, and a soft bread construction clutched in his fingers. The god pauses. “...hello.” Blue eyes lift, sweeping the surrounding park for an adult this child might belong to. Slowly, they reach out to take the offered twisted bread. “Are you here alone?”