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Your Boogieman - Chapter 2

TASM!Spider-Man x Venom!Reader

Summary: “I want to fight an alien!” Peter Parker remembers saying it vividly. It was a six-word statement whined almost playfully to his two counterparts/brothers just weeks ago. He never thought anything could possibly come of it. It seemed the cosmos had other plans.

Series Warnings: Mentions of v!0l3nce, mentions of bl00d, mentions of tr@uma and p+sd, angst, some fluff, happy ending (I promise lmao)

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, smoking

Word Count: 2649

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(Y/n) stumbled around her bedroom as she rushed to get dressed. “I could kill you, yknow that?” She muffled through her toothbrush.

“You could not! You’re too weak!” Venom countered before laughing heartily.

(Y/n) hopped to the bathroom, jeans around her ankles, then spat into the sink and rinsed out her mouth. “Well, let’s not forget about my special little toy, Venom.” She tugged her pants around her hips, shuttering when she heard the symbiote growl in her ear.

“You wouldn't use that. It would hurt you too!”

Without hesitation she reached into the drawer by the sink, plucking out a circular device that had Venom hissing once he recognized it. “Have these planted all over the apartment, don’t make me use them.”

“Damned smoke detectors!” he roared, “You can’t suppress me forever! Eventually you’ll have to sleep!”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the black blob attached to her. She reached into the medicine cabinet before pulling out an orange pill container. “I shake mine,” she shook the bottle, “you shake yours.”

When (Y/n) had promised Jameson everything was going well since her family’s death, she of course didn’t mention how a large chunk of her weekly income was going towards illegally purchasing bottles on bottles of modafinil. Despite her lies about being stale both financially and emotionally, Jameson still urged her to move to New York where she could be somewhere familiar while he gave her a job at the Bugle. She was certainly grateful for that.

Venom growled as (Y/n) popped two pills in her mouth and quickly chased them with some water. “If we bonded properly, this arrangement could be more beneficial to the both of us… instead you want to be stubborn!”

(Y/n) did what she could with her messy hair, refusing to look at Venom, “Like I would ever let a monster like you in… keep dreaming.” She threw on a black hoodie then began searching for her boots. “Now because of you I get to show up at the Bugle with NO photos of whatever happened last night and Jameson’s gonna get that face on his face-”

A black tendril held up (Y/n)’s camera. She eyed it suspiciously before turning it on and scrolling through her recently saved photos. “When did you manage to do this?”

“The Spider is not as strong as he appears,” he purred. “We took photos while fighting him, it was easy.”

Her lips unconsciously twitched into a smile. “These aren’t half bad…”

“Better than yours! If I took pictures instead, maybe we could stop eating microwaved macaroni every night!” He barked.

“Now you’re getting too cocky.”

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Anyone at the nearby work stations could see (Y/n) visibly hesitate before entering Jameson’s office. She could already hear Jameson rattling off complaints about how not one of his photographers seemed to care that Spider-Man had a new partner in crime.

She took a deep breath before grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open.

“(L/n)! Please tell me you got something for me from last night! Spider-Man and some new creep terrorized Time Square and the only people offering me photos are pre-teens with camera phones!”

Peter shrunk in his seat, “technically everyone’s got a camera phone now, Jameson-”

“Yeah and yours doesn’t work! You’ve got nothing for me!” Jameson countered, “I honestly don’t know why you’re still in my office when you haven’t brought me anything-”

“Sir, I have something…” (Y/n) cut in, hoping to spare Peter what had to be his 5th scolding of the hour.

Two sets of eyes shifted to her as she retrieved her flash drive from her camera bag. (Y/n) dry swallowed before handing it over to her boss.

His eyes lit up when he plugged the drive into his computer, the images Venom captured from last night flashing onto the screen. “Say! Not bad for your first night in New York, kid!” Jameson, never one to dole out praise for long, flipped the computer screen so Peter could see it. “She’s been here a day and is already showing you up! Get on the ball, Parker!”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel guilt bubble in her stomach while Peter stared intensely at the photos, not with jealousy or embarrassment, but something else. His eyes flickered to (Y/n), “how did you manage to get a shot that close? Fire and destruction and overall chaos- that’s what that scene was, and you got such good photos without getting caught in the crossfire?”

This felt like an interrogation, and (Y/n) didn’t like it. She shifted her weight around on her feet nervously. “I took cover and used a long lense… Spider-Man and V- this guy were too involved with each other to even see I was there.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed for a moment, he opened his mouth to speak before Jameson derailed his train of thought. “Well whatever she did, she did a good job! Now we just have to figure out a name for this gooey creep.”

“Venom.” (Y/n) blurted, causing both men to turn their attention to her again. “I-I heard him call himself Venom…”

“Venom,” Jameson uttered, glancing back at the picture before laughing. “What crap! We’ll start working on the headline now, ‘Spider-man and Venom Terrorize Time Square!’”

“Sir, they’re clearly not on the same side-” Peter interrupted, only to be cut off by his boss once again.

“They’re both in masks and they’re both causing hundreds of dollars of damage to this city! Sounds about right to me!”

Peter glanced (Y/n)’s way as if to plead for some assistance, but she only looked nervously down at her feet with her mouth clamped shut. The two left the corner office in silence. Venom, however, was hurling insults at Jameson that only (Y/n) of course could hear. She tried her best to drown him out, all while being unable to hear peter trying to get her attention.

Warm, long fingers wrapped around her wrist, causing her to gasp and whip around to face him. “What? What??”

He held his hands up in defense, “I’m sorry, you just weren’t hearing me.”

“Yeah I got a lot going on in my head right now,” she defended, glancing around the busy room while brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Cuz of last night…?” Peter asked, causing the hairs on the back of (Y/n)’s neck to stand.

“Yeah…” she paused, “it’s some crazy stuff, it’s really put me on edge.”

Peter scratched at the back of his head, “I can imagine… I’m glad you’re safe.” He did a quick scan of her and shoved his hands in his pocket. “What happened yesterday at Thatchers,” he said quietly, “Are you okay?”

(Y/n) blinked at him, she had almost forgotten the incident at the coffee shop due to the morning she had with Venom. She quickly ducked her head and bit her lip, “I just have a thing about being in the dark… I’m sorry-”

“No, you don’t have to apologize,” Peter insisted, gently taking hold of her hand to comfort her before pulling back. “I’ve found it helps to have someone to talk to. About panic attacks…”

“They’re not panic attacks,” she sighed, “I don’t know what they are, I just freak out… Plus it doesn’t matter how many pictures I get of Spider-Man or Venom or whoever, I’ll never be able to afford a shrink.”

Peter snorted, “you think I can afford one? Nah I just-just talk to my Aunt May… Sometimes you just need a friend to hear you.”

“Well,” (Y/n) shrugged, “I don’t have any friends.”

“Ouch! I thought we had a connection!” Peter put his hand over his heart, feigning being in pain. “I mean, I didn’t just give you my number for Daily Bugle business!”

(Y/n) gave him a skeptical look, “I kicked you like a mule yesterday and you wanna be my shoulder to cry on?”

“You didn’t really kick me that hard,” he teased before his expression softened, “But to be real, you look like you just need a friend right now. And not to brag but I’m a pretty good friend to have.”

His words had (Y/n)’s hard exterior crumbling, and she saw only sincerity in his eyes.

She licked her lips and tilted her head at him, “Okay, friend-o. Then your first duty as my new buddy is to grab me a chocolate croissant from Thatcher’s while I wait outside. Can’t show my face in there since I made a scene and I’m jonesing for one, bad.”

Peter snickered at that, “I accept the mission you’ve given me. Let's head out before we get yelled at again.”

(Y/n) quickly followed after him, “You’re the only one that got yelled at…”

“We don’t gotta talk about that.”

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‘This Peter Parker may actually be useful, as long as he keeps bringing us chocolate croissants-’

“Shut up.” (Y/n) muttered mid-bite.

“Huh?” Peter blinked, mouth full of croissant, “I didn’t say anything…”

(Y/n) swallowed hard, “I mean, ‘shut up these are even better than yesterdays!’ It’s crazy.”

‘Nice save.’

(Y/n) drowned out Venom’s voice in her head as she and Peter walked in tandem to a nearby park. The sounds of passing traffic were a good distraction from his snippy comments.

Peter chuckled beside her as he finished off his pastry, “They really are addicting. We should really eat something that’ll actually provide nutritional value, though.”

“Nutritional value is for the birds,” (Y/n) shrugged dismissively.

“Eating nutritious stuff can actually improve your sleep schedule… just saying,” Peter stated before scratching at the back of his head awkwardly.

(Y/n) gave him a sideways glare, “Ouch. What gave me away, was it these?” She pointed at one of the dark circles under her eyes. “Cuz I could easily cover them up with foundation and make you think I’m sleeping fine.”

“How many hours do you average a night?” He questioned, expression the most serious than (Y/n) had ever seen.

“I dunno if I wanna answer that, I might get a lecture,” (Y/n) chuckled bitterly. She took the last bite of her croissant and began sucking the chocolate off her fingers.

“We’re trying out this friend thing right?” Peter asked, noticing how shaky her hands were, “Friends worry about each other.”

(Y/n) stuffed her hands in her pockets, thumbing at her pack of cigarettes absentmindedly. “You’re sweet to worry, I just can’t manage to fall asleep. And when I do it’s not for long.”

‘You’re a bad liar. He sees right through you.’

“Have you ever thought of joining a sleep study?”

The image of Venom tearing up a lab full of somnologists sprung to mind. (Y/n) quickly shook her head. “I have a hard enough time getting to sleep,” (Y/n) forced a chuckle, “It’ll be even harder if I have a bunch of strangers watching me sleep-”

(Y/n) was interrupted by the feeling of someone yanking her back by her hoodie from the street. She stumbled backwards and into a pair of strong arms as a horn aggressively honked overhead.

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she was about to walk into a busy street. Her eyes trailed up to her savior, her shoulders relaxing when she saw it was Peter holding her so close.

His chest heaved against her while he looked her over for injuries, “You okay?”

(Y/n) licked her lips and quickly nodded, opting to turn her attention to the driver that almost hit her so Peter wouldn’t see how their close proximity was affecting her.

A man in some kind of security uniform at the wheel of an Oscorp truck rolled down his window and cursed at (Y/n) to watch where she was going. Peter began exchanging harsh words with the driver, but it was all drowned out by a staticky feeling on the back of (Y/n)’s neck.

‘(Y/n), he has something…’ Venom murmured, ‘it smells like… home…’

(Y/n) felt a pit forming in her stomach. Without thinking, she moved away from Peter and towards the driver.

“What do you have in there?”

“The hell are you on, lady-”

“Tell us what you have in there, we can smell it from here!” she demanded, catching the attention of the other pedestrians.

‘Rip the door off, I’ll rip his throat out and we can see what he is hiding-’

Venom was interrupted as Peter pulled (Y/n) away from the truck, “What the heck are you doing?” He questioned, only to be interrupted as the driver revved his engine.

“Stupid junkie!” The man jeered before finally driving away.

“Fuck you, guy!!!” Peter yelled back at the driver before turning his attention to (Y/n).

(Y/n) pulled away from Peter once again and opened her mouth to snap at him, but he beat her to the punch. “What the heck was that about?”

‘Peter Parker is starting to become a problem. Let me eat him. I will pick my teeth with his skinny bones-’

“Look, Oscorp’s got a new skeleton coming outta their closet every other week. You don’t think they had something messed up in that truck?” (Y/n) asked, jabbing her thumb in the direction the truck went.

“Even if they did, it’s not our job to find that out. That’s what Spider-Man and I guess the cops are for!” Peter sighed exasperatedly.

‘WRONG!’ Venom barked, causing (Y/n) to cup her hands over her ears in pain.

(Y/n) huffed, “Maybe you’re right… Someone qualified needs to handle that shady kinda shit, and that’s obviously neither of us, right?” She stepped past Peter and patted his shoulder, “I gotta go home, clear my head, I’ll talk to you later.”

Her steps sped up so that Peter couldn’t attempt to stop her. Before he knew it, she rounded the nearby corner and was gone.

(Y/n) pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, “What’s the probability that another symbiote landed on this shit rock we call a planet?” she mumbled, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it.

‘Low… but not impossible. And it’s not likely he will be as pleasant as I am.’ Venom mused.

“Yeah, you’re a real ball of sunshine.” She puffed.

‘If it were another symbiote, it could become territorial, and attack and kill us. Then try to take control of the entire city-’

“Like how you’re trying to do?” (Y/n) said, cocking a brow and taking a long drag of her cigarette. Venom had never explicitly said that he wanted control of anything on earth, or the reason why he was here. But (Y/n) knew he had a penchant for destruction and overall troublemaking.

‘Don’t put words in my mouth, meatbag. I’m trying to make a deal with you, one that will benefit us both.’

(Y/n) licked her lips, “I’m listening…”

‘You allow me to take control while we investigate Oscorp, and once we have destroyed whatever they have, I will allow you to sleep as you please without taking over. You could use the beauty sleep.’

Her steps slowed to a halt. The cigarette hung loosely in her mouth as she began thinking over the offer. The thought of a good night’s sleep already had her eyelids drooping. But giving into Venom was something that made her skin crawl. It was bad enough he was already spooning her brainstem, but cooperating with the parasite… that was something else entirely.

“You swear to me you won’t kill anyone when you have control, and we’ll have a deal… asshole.”

Something warm wrapped itself around (Y/n)’s pinky, once she glanced down she recognized it as one of Venom’s small black tendrils.

‘I pinky promise…shithead.’

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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imma just need a bit with cat burglar X Peter where Peter introduced y/n and Jude to his Aunt May.

Brb im crying in the club cuz this idea is super cute and also there's no gifs of tasm! spidey with Aunt May

It was hard to miss the way (Y/n)'s knee bounced nervously the entire ride to Aunt May's home. Peter also had to hold one of her hand's in his while the other gripped the steering wheel of his car, he knew if she didn't have one hand occupied she would pick at her nails.

She stared silently out the window while Jude chattered away in the backseat, admiring all of the houses they passed on the drive to Aunt May's. Once the car came to a stop, Jude practically glued himself to the car window.

"Is this the one?" He asked excitedly, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Yup! That's Aunt May's," Peter responded proudly as he turned off the car. He noticed (Y/n) made no move to unbuckle her seatbelt while she stared at the house. Peter bit his lip, then turned to look over his shoulder into the backseat at Jude. "Buddy, I gotta talk to mommy real quick. Earphones?"

Jude nodded and reluctantly put on his headphones, then relaxed back into his seat while Peter played The Strokes on the old iPod of his that he had gifted Jude.

Peter shifted his attention to (Y/n) and lightly squeezed her hand. "What's wrong...?"

(Y/n) hung her head and stared at her lap. "I'm nervous... I really want her to like me. I know she'll like Jude but I'm a different story..."

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, "She's going to love you...I've already told her pretty much everything about you- except for the job that we don't speak of, of course."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Most moms don't like their sons to be with women who already have children of their own..."

"My Aunt May isn't like that," Peter assured. He reached forward and gently cupped (Y/n)'s cheek so she would look at him. "Everything's gonna be fine... Lets go inside before she runs out here to see what's up, okay?"

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, waving down Jude so he could take off his headphones. She clutched the cake box they had brought like her life depended on it, and once Aunt May had opened the door she thought she might drop it.

"Happy birthday, Aunt May!" Peter said, quickly stepping forward and giving his aunt a big hug.

The older woman laughed while returning his embrace, "Ohh thank you, Peter. It wouldn't be a proper birthday without my boy!" She pulled out of the hug and turned her attention to (Y/n) and Jude.

"Aunt May, this is Jude and (Y/n)-"

"Oh I know," May waved him off, "I've heard so much about you two already I feel like I already know you!" She smiled. May's eyes brightened as she took them both in. "Oh, so beautiful, the two of you."

Jude, who had been shuffling his feet nervously, now smiled shyly at May. "Happy birthday!" he greeted, causing May to visibly melt at how cute he was.

"Absolutely precious," she chuckled.

(Y/n) adjusted her hold on the cake, "Happy birthday, thank you so much for having us." (Y/n) said, hoping May wouldn't notice how her voice cracked.

May's smile didn't falter as her kind eye's met (Y/n)'s, the warmth of her gaze putting (Y/n) at ease. "It's my pleasure, I've been so eager to meet you both. Come inside and make yourselves comfortable!"

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After a pleasant dinner, Peter volunteered to wash the dishes while Jude and (Y/n) sat with May in the living room. Jude had been leaning against (Y/n)'s arm, practically falling asleep on her, while she and May flipped through old photo albums of Peter.

"This was his first time ever meeting Santa, and also one of my favorite baby photos of him," May giggled while pointing at the photo.

(Y/n) couldn't help but hold back her own giggles as she studied the picture. "He looks petrified!"

May nodded, "that was the best photo they got of him that day. In all the others he was screaming his little head off, Richard and Mary couldn't get him to stop until they got home."

May flipped to the next page, to photos of Peter's first birthday. On either side of him was a man and woman, who (Y/n) assumed were his parents.

"Is that Richard and Mary...?" (Y/n) asked, glancing between May and the photo.

The older woman nodded, "Peter looks just like them, huh? A perfect mix of the two..."

"No kidding," (Y/n) breathed, unable to take her eyes off the photo "Richard was Ben's brother, right?"

May sighed softly, "He was. The two were so close when they were young, once they got older... well, they had their own paths. Peter was what kept them together."

(Y/n) felt Jude shift so his head was in her lap, finally succumbing to sleep. She gently began stroking his head then looked back at the pictures. "He was lucky to have the two of you..." (Y/n) trailed off.

May glanced between the sleeping boy and (Y/n) before speaking, "Did you grow up with your parents?"

A sad smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips and she shook her head. "It was just me and my mom... my dad didn't want to be in the picture, so my mom moved us to New York and raised me here."

"I can't imagine," May sighed, "Your mother must be a remarkable woman for raising such a wonderful daughter."

(Y/n) felt her heart swell and she tried to bite back her smile, "It wasn't easy... We definitely had our struggles, but it made us both stronger." She paused as Jude mumbled in his sleep, "It even kinda prepared me for Jude..."

May reached forward and rested a comforting hand on (Y/n)'s knee, "He's so lucky to have you, (Y/n)... and now he has Peter and I too."

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile as she rested her hand over May's, "Thank you... He adores you already, I can tell. He's never warmed up to someone so quickly, aside from Peter."

May chuckled and shifted her hand to stroke Jude's hair out of his face. "That makes me happier than you will ever know... I've been waiting so long for Peter to bring his own family home. Now he finally has."

Unbeknownst to the two, Peter was leaning against the doorframe of the living room, watching them talk and flip through the photo album while Jude slept soundly.

After more photo browsing, the three said their goodbyes, and Peter and (Y/n) wished Aunt May one last 'Happy Birthday' before carrying Jude to their car. Peter happened to glance back at the house after getting Jude buckled into the back seat. May stood on her front porch, pointing at her ring finger with an expectant smile.

Peter couldn't help but laugh at that before rushing to get in the car and drive off before (y/n) could see. After a year of Aunt May practically begging him to bring (Y/n) and Jude to meet her, Peter predicted she would start begging him to hurry and propose.

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #asks

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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Hey I’d love to be added to the your boogie man tag list is that ok?? The story is soo good

Absolutely, hun! I went ahead and added you, thank you so much for reading!

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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Hiiii! I just got done reading Your Boogieman and I absolutely love it! Could I be added to the taglist pls? This story is already amazing, I cant wait to read more! 🥰

Helloooo! Thank you so much for your message!! 🥰 I've added you to the taglist!

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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Hi! I would love to be added to the tag list for “your boogie man” the story is legit so freaking good

Thank you so much for your message!! Im so glad you like it so far! You've been added to the taglist!

#Your Boogieman asks

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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Your Boogieman - Masterlist

TASM!Spider-Man x Venom!Reader

Series Warnings: Mentions of v!0l3nce, mentions of bl00d, mentions of tr@uma and p+sd, angst, some fluff, happy ending (I promise lmao)

Note: PLEASE PUT ALL TAGLIST REQUESTS IN MY ASKBOX. Thanks

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#Your Boogieman series

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Your Boogieman - Chapter 1

TASM!Spider-Man x Venom!Reader

Series Warnings: Mentions of v!0l3nce, mentions of bl00d, mentions of tr@uma and p+sd, angst, some fluff, happy ending (I promise lmao)

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of d34th, some v!0l3nce, smoking

Word Count: 2498

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The bags under her eyes were the first thing Peter noticed about (Y/n). Her (e/c) eyes were striking, beautiful. But the dark circles stuck out like a sore thumb on her otherwise perfect face. He almost thought she had forgotten to clean up last night’s eye makeup.

The next thing he noticed was that she was soaking wet.

“Parker! Are you listening to me?”

Peter blinked a couple times, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Not only had this stranger definitely caught him staring, but so did his boss.

“Yeah- Yes, Mr. Jameson, I’m sorry!” He stumbled over his apology.

Jameson quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? What’d I say?”

Peter froze up. “Ahh… ‘Parker, this is (Y/n) and… my mustache looks very nice today’?”

(Y/n)’s lips twitched into a smile that she quickly hid behind her hand. Jameson, however, didn’t look as amused.

“Flattery will get you nowhere in this office, Parker.” the old man huffed, “This is (F/n) (L/n), she's our new freelance photographer. Show her the ropes and get her acclimated. Maybe we’ll finally get some photos that’ll show Spider-Man for the hack he really is!”

Peter glanced from (Y/n) to Jameson, “Yes sir- I mean- yes to the showing her around part not to the Spider-Man hack part-”

“Are you still here? I got an editorial meeting in 5! Clear out!” he barked.

“We’re gone like the wind-” Peter quickly motioned for (Y/n) to follow him out before hustling out of the office. He heard her boots clunking behind him in a rush all the way to the elevators. They stood side by side in awkward silence, waiting for the elevator to get to their floor.

“So…” he drawled, “How you know Mr. Jameson?”

(Y/n) turned her attention from the damp strands of hair she was fiddling with to him, “What makes you think I know know him?”

Peter shrugged, pursing his lips, “He hardly ever brings on people like this. And when he does he doesn’t have people ‘shoe em around’ he just kinda pushes you outta the nest and hopes you know how to fly.”

(Y/n) snorted and brushed her hair behind her ear. “He’s an old friend of my dad’s… he heard I just moved to town and called me up.”

Peter raised his eyebrows at that, trying to mask his expression quickly.

“Didn’t think Jameson had friends, huh?” she smiled teasingly.

He couldn’t help but laugh at that before rubbing at the back of his neck nervously, “yeah yeah, no I didn’t.”

The elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open, signaling them to step inside. “He’s not so bad when you don’t have to work with him. Although the Spidey talk gets real old real fast.” She mused, leaning against the wall of the elevator as it began its descent.

Peter sighed, “Any reason why he’s so against him? I mean- he’s a hero! He’s just trying to help people.”

“I dunno,” (Y/n)’s gaze shifted from him to her fingernails that she began to nervously pick at, “he didn’t seem like much of a hero when he was beating the snot outta carjackers and bank robbers these past couple years.”

His features fell as he tried to mask his sadness. “Sometimes people lose their way… He hasn’t been as bad recently.”

“You know him?” (Y/n) asked. The movement from Peter’s head whipping in her direction had her finally looking up from her nails.

“No no! I just take his pictures is all,” he blurted.

(Y/n)’s lips twitched up into a smile, “It would explain how you get such good pictures of the guy when he’s flying through the city. Like he lets you know his commute or something.” She looked back down at her boots before stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It would also totally be cheating to use your personal relationship to get pictures, but I’m not a snitch.”

Peter shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously, swinging his umbrella lightly “You’re uh.. Real perceptive, huh?”

“Gotta be.” She chirped before stepping out of the elevator. “You don’t really have to ‘show me the ropes’ or anything like that. I haven’t been to the city for a while but I’ll get myself acquainted with the streets. I don’t wanna waste your time.”

“It’s not a waste at all, but I also totally don’t wanna mansplain the city to you or the job if you got this…” Peter chuckled awkwardly.

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows at that, “Do youuu mansplain things often?”

“No but I’ve been told I talk a lot and over-explain stuff… Wait- is that technically mansplaining?”

“Hmm, don’t think so.” (Y/n) hummed before raising her hand in a small wave, “I’ll see ya around.”

Peter looked her over as she turned on her heel to leave, but found himself lightly taking her hand. He quickly apologized when she swiped her hand away, “Sorry sorry- you don’t have an umbrella and it’s pouring out there. How about I walk with you till the storm lets up? There's a nice coffee shop nearby-”

“Thatcher’s?” She asked, tilting her head at him. “Haven’t been there in a while.”

“Then why don’t I show you the ropes of their new pastry menu? Their chocolate croissants should be illegal.” He smiled before motioning to the door with his umbrella. “What do you say?”

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“What’d I say? Great, huh?”

“Are you kidding?” (Y/n) asked through a mouthful of croissant. She quickly covered her mouth when she noticed Peter watching her, “I’m gonna grab like 4 more of these before we go.”

“I’m with ya there,” he chuckled before biting into his own croissant. Peter sipped at his coffee to wash it down then cleared his throat. “You mentioned you haven’t been to New York for a while, what brings you back?”

(Y/n)’s chewing slowed to a stop before she took a sip of her hot chocolate. “My uh- my parents passed away…” she paused, stealing a quick glance at Peter before sipping the sweet drink again, “I wanted a change of scenery but still needed to be somewhere familiar.”

Peter’s lips tilted into a frown, he felt the need to reach forward and hold her hand comfortingly, but with the way she reacted to his touch earlier, he thought it best not to. “I’m really sorry to hear that… I lost my parents when I was real young, so I kinda know what you’re going through.”

A weak smile found its way on (Y/n)’s lips, “Thanks… I’ll be fine, just gotta take it day by day. Keep chugging along, it’s what they’d want.”

Peter nodded at that, “I'm guessing that’s why Jameson reached out to you?”

“He and my dad were close, I’ve known him since I could walk…” she trailed off before going back to eating her croissant. “How long have you known Jameson?”

“Ahh,” Peter bit his lip in thought, “10 years? Since I graduated high school.”

(Y/n) whistled at that, “You must have a loooot of patience.”

“He’s a nice guy!” Peter laughed, “He can just be… a lot.”

“That’s one way to put it,” (Y/n) giggled. She finished off her croissant and stood up, just as some thunder rolled overhead. “I’m gonna use the bathroom but when I come back I’m buying us more of those. They’re insane.”

Peter smiled and watched her walk off. He turned his attention to his phone and began searching for any updates on his police scanning app. The lights flickered for a moment before suddenly shutting off. Peter and the other patrons brushed it off, this old shop never fared well against storms like this.

No, what made everyone occupying the coffee shop jump was the frightened shriek that echoed from the women’s bathroom.

Peter leapt onto his feet and charged at the door, feeling his heart jump into his throat when he heard another scream ring through the shop. He burst into the bathroom and frantically looked around before catching sight of (Y/n).

She was sitting in the corner of the bathroom, arms shielding her face as she screamed once more.

“(Y/n) what’s going on?!” Peter exclaimed, dropping to his knees in front of her and trying to pry her arms away from her head.

Her foot collided with his chest. Any kick from any normal person wouldn’t have made Peter so much as flinch. And yet, he practically flew across the room and hit the tiled wall hard.

He blinked in shock before the pain settled in, causing him to groan and hunch over.

The lights buzzed back to life, and the screams immediately died in (Y/n)’s throat. She uncovered her face and looked around with wild eyes, breathing labored as she tried calming herself.

Her eyes grew impossibly wider when she saw Peter hunched against the wall. “I’m sorry…” she exhaled shakily. Before Peter could respond, (Y/n) got to her feet and sprinted out of the bathroom past the crowd that had assembled at the door.

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Peter saw (Y/n) just hours later while on patrol. She had set up a folding chair on the roof of what had to be her apartment building. She was wrapped tightly in a blanket, camera in her lap and a thermos in her hand.

He swung gracefully onto the rooftop, just a couple feet away from (Y/n) silently. “Waiting for someone special?”

Her head whipped in his direction at the sound of his voice and a gasp got caught in her throat. “You, actually…”

Peter sauntered in her direction, “You could always wait for me not on a rooftop when it’s freezing cold.”

(Y/n) quirked an eyebrow at him before capping her thermos and setting it aside, “Is that how Peter Parker gets such good pictures of you? Staying where it’s warm and cozy?”

“I have noooo idea who that is,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“He’s the one with all the great pictures of you that show up in The Daily Bugle…” (Y/n) pursed her lips, “You don’t have to play dumb, Spider-Man. I know you know him.”

Peter choked at that, “What makes you say that?”

“How else would he get such good pictures of you?” She reached under her blanket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “I doubt he’s climbing out onto flag poles for those shots, yall probably have some kinda deal with each other.”

(Y/n) could feel Spider-Man staring at her through his mask as she lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. “You wanna bum a smoke?”

He quickly shook his head, “I don’t need to pick up a bad habit like that…”

She scoffed, “Well that was passive aggressive,” she paused for another puff. “But fair. I don’t like it either, it just steadies my hands.”

“Are you usually this shaky, or are you just excited to see me?” Peter half-joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Don’t take this the wrong way buuut this is kind of my constant state of being…” She breathed a chuckle. “Jittery and exhausted. That’s me.”

Peter took a second to study her closely, his gaze immediately drawn to the dark circles under her eyes. He could tell she was struggling to fight off sleep, her eyelids were drooping even lower than they were earlier that day. “You don’t sleep much, do you…?”

(Y/n) side-eyed him while taking a particularly long drag from her cigarette. “You’re real perceptive, huh?”

“Gotta be,” he shrugged.

(Y/n) went silent and studied him from the corner of her eye. This tension caused Peter to clear his throat and turn away from her.

“Any particular reason why?” He probed.

(Y/n) shook her head in response, “I just can’t… Figured the city that never sleeps would be the best place for me. It’s loud here…”

Almost on cue, police sirens began to echo into the night, pulling a light chuckle from (Y/n)’s parted lips. “I rest my case.”

“I uh- obviously I gotta go.” Peter said almost sheepishly. “If you were gonna get your photos, now would be the time.”

A tired smile tugged at the corner of (Y/n)’s lips as she finished off her cigarette, throwing the dimmed butt to the ground and crushing it underfoot. “Let’s try to make it not look too staged, I have a reputation to build, yknow.”

“I’ll try my best, boss.” Peter chuckled. He shot a web at the nearby building and made a running start for the edge. “I’ll be seeing ya!” With that, he jumped off the roof, hearing several shutter clicks as he swung away.

(Y/n) looked through the photos she had just taken, smiling with satisfaction before turning off her camera and relaxing back into her chair. She cracked open her thermos and sipped at the bitter coffee. It did little to wake her up, in fact the warmth from the beverage actually began to soothe her worn out body.

Unfortunately, she was at the point where no matter how much coffee she drank, she still found herself struggling to stay conscious. (Y/n) began fiddling with a loose thread on her blanket while watching the people down below.

Her eyelids grew heavier. Her breathing went steady. Her mind didn’t even think to protest the warm embrace of slumber, it only conjured up comforting images of home, and her family.

“All gone, (Y/n)... you have me, now…”

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The first thing (Y/n) noticed was the feeling of her comforter swaddling her body. She felt great. Better than she had in weeks.

She then realized she had no recollection of climbing into bed, for it would mean she was finally submitting to sleep. Submitting to him.

Before any anxious thoughts could cloud her head, a PING directed her attention to her cellphone on the nearby nightstand.

8 missed calls from Jameson. 2 missed calls from Peter. 12 texts from Peter.

The most recent text read ‘Where are you? Jameson wants to talk about the new villain that popped up last night. Please get here ASAP’

‘New villain… no no no no.’

(Y/n) opened the news app on her phone and her worst fears were instantly confirmed.

Photos of Spider-Man fighting a large, muscular black figure flooded her news-feed. Bile rose further and further up her esophagus the more she scrolled through her phone.

“Venom…” she gasped, “what did you do?”

Warm, sticky, black goo draped itself over her shoulder. A tendril of the black substance extended itself from her body before forming itself into the shape of a head. Two white eyes stared her down, a serpent like tongue flicked over rows of white, ground sharp teeth.

A deep, raspy chuckle rumbled from his maw as he spoke. “We met the itsy bitsy spider… we want to taste him!”

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imma just need a bit with cat burglar X Peter where Jude hears the reader call Peter daddy because ……

Omg okay but this is brilliant, I had way too much fun writing this

"Buddy, can you go watch cartoons while mommy works on dinner? I got a lot to take care of for tonight." (Y/n) grunted as she set down the bags on bags of groceries she had just hauled into their apartment.

Jude puffed his cheeks, "I wanna help!"

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at her boy before kneeling so they were eye-level with each other. "You're the sweetest little boy a mommy could ask for, yknow that? I just have a lot of veggies to cut and I don't want you to cut yourself, okay?"

He stuck out his lower lip, pout unwavering.

"I'm pretty sure it's time for Bugs Bunny, riiight?" She said, tilting her head at him.

Jude's (e/c) eyes brightened and he pressed a quick kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek before bolting off to the living room.

(Y/n) was about halfway through cooking dinner when her phone began to go off. She rushed to answer when she recognized the ringtone as the one she had set for Peter. "Well well well. That's three 'well's, Peter. You know what that means?"

Peter whined on the other end, "yeah yeah I know I was supposed to help out. There was a thing with a bus and a very steep hill-"

"You don't have to explain, Peter," (Y/n) giggled. "Are you still bringing by those dumplings from that place Jude likes so much?"

"Of course, and one of those little fluffy cheesecakes you guys like. What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He chuckled.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, "You're definitely the best daddy in the world, no doubt about it." She could practically hear Peter blushing on the other end.

"I-I gotta go I'm paying-" Peter sputtered, causing (Y/n) to bark out a laugh.

"Okay! See you in a bit." She hung up the phone, a bright smile on her face as she returned to cooking, completely unaware of her son standing around the corner, having heard everything.

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The three sat at the table, enjoying their meal while Peter was busy rambling about his latest project he was working on at the lab. Usually Jude would rapid fire ask questions about Peter's work, (Y/n) swore she had a future scientist on her hands, but Jude was uncharacteristically silent as he picked at his noodles.

(Y/n) lightly nudged Peter with her foot to get him to take a breath. "Jude? You've hardly touched your udon, I thought you liked how mommy cooked it?"

"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged worried looks. Peter set his chopsticks down and put a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Jude-y moooody, is something wrong? You know you can talk to your mom and I about anything."

Jude glanced up at Peter through his lashes, then to (Y/n) before speaking. "Are you my daddy?"

(Y/n)'s chopsticks clattered onto her plate.

"W-What? Buddy-"

"I heard you and mommy on the phone!" Jude cut Peter off, "She said you're the best daddy in the world! Have you been my real daddy this whole time and you didn't tell me?"

Peter's face went beet red as his head snapped to look in (Y/n)'s direction. She was busy hiding her head in her palms.

"Listen, Jude," Peter gulped, trying to calm himself down, "I'm not your biological dad, your mom was just-"

"I want him to be your dad and I've been trying to get him used to being called that!" (Y/n) piped up, face visible flushed as both boys turned their attention to her.

Jude’s brows furrowed “You want him to be my daddy?”

(Y/n) nodded quickly, “I do-”

“You do?” Peter asked, earning a look from (Y/n).

“I do,” she cleared her throat, straightening up in her chair. “That’s why you heard me call him ‘daddy’... no other reason...”

Jude looked back at Peter, giving him puppy eyes, “Pleaaaase be my daddy! Pleaaaaase! You know all the good cartoons and mommy doesn’t!”

(Y/n) scoffed, offended by Jude’s words and ready to defend herself before Peter spoke up.

“Of course I’ll be your daddy, Jude.” Peter smiled, comfortingly rubbing Jude’s shoulder as he spoke. “You and your mommy mean so much to me, I love you both so much. I’d love nothing more than to be your dad.”

Jude smiled so big his cheeks started hurting. He practically jumped off his chair and into Peter’s arms, hugging his neck tight. “I love you more! You’re my daddy now! No one else’s!”

(Y/n) felt her heart melting as she tried fighting off her tears, only for Peter to ruin the moment.

“Not even mommy’s daddy? You don’t wanna share me with her?” Peter asked, tossing a cocky glance (Y/n)’s way.

“I gueeess I can share you with her!” Jude giggled.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was preparing to throw a plate at Peter.

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #asks

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