#peter parker tiktok fic

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Marvel characters x oblivious!reader

Steve Rogers:

Steve and you had been getting to know each other for the past few months and were becoming good friends. Although, Steve had begun to get feelings for you that were not so friendly. He wanted more out of your guys' relationship.

He'd never been good with flirting, but decided to at least try in doing so incase he scared you off or made you uncomfortable by being too upfront.

So, while on a walk with you one winter day, Steve decided to make his move.

"Y'know, Buck once told me pretty girls always have cold hands." The cold didn't bother Steve because he was a Super-Soldier, but he assumed that it would cause some discomfort for a normal human.

You look down at your hands.

"Huh. Mine are always warm." But either way, you shoved your hands in your jacket pocket, not noticing that Steve had put out his hand for you to hold.

Peter Parker

Peter and you had been going out for a little while now, and every time he'd try to flirt with you, you'd be oblivious. So after building up some confidence (with the help of Ned), he asked you. "Can I have a kiss?"

You look at Peter in shock, wondering how he knew you had a bag of kiss in your bag. You rummage through it and hand him one.

"Here," You say, handing the small chocolate to him.

Ned held in a laugh.

"Th-thanks?" Peter said, his voice cracking with confusion and embarrassment at being rejected - even if it was done obliviously by you.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda had tried flirting with you before and you would never quite get the hint. She had assumed there was something wrong with the way she tried to make romantic advances with you and went to the Natasha to get some pointers.

Later on, Wanda decided to use some of Nat's tips.

Wanda asked you if you wanted to bake cookies with her and invited you into the Avengers Tower kitchen.

While you both were baking and talking, Wanda would try to make her laughs sound breathy when you made a joke or would compliment you from time to time.

When she noticed you were having trouble icing one of the cookies, she stood behind you, and gently wrapped one of her hands around your hand that was holding the piping bag while you held onto the cookie.

"Here," she whispered, her hot breath hitting your ear as she helped you ice your cookie.

After Wanda was done, she placed the icing bag on the counter and looked at you, trying to see if her flirting had done the trick. But you don't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Thanks, Wanda," you say, thinking she was just trying to be helpful.

You went to grab another cookie to ice, when she suddenly grabbed your chin. "You have something on your face," she says.

You look up at her in surprise as she swipes her thumb against your cheek. She brings her thumb to her mouth before licking the icing off.

You look up at Wanda, your brows furrowed. "That's disgusting, Wanda."

#Reader is a total dumbass😭😭 #This was based off of a tiktok but for some reason I couldn't link it😭😭 #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spider-man x reader #x reader #spider-man #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #crack fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #fanfiction #captain america x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #captain america

[utterly-disappointed]

so this is kinda random but im gonna shoutout my tiktok account where I recommend ao3 fanfics to read. its kinda just a random side thing i do but i think its fun sharing the really good fics i read. at the moment ive been posting a lot of Good Omens fics and Spider-Man fics but ive also got Voltron(all Klance) fics and Sally Face fics. And if you scroll down enough theres like a hundred BNHA fics. i dont like BNHA anymore but theres still heaps of old posts with recs for it if your interested

the username is @ao3_fanfic.rec

#tiktok #ao3 #fanfic #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #spiderman #avengers #peter parker #spideypool #deadpool #voltron #klance #sally face #bnha #mha #my hero acedamia #theres also like 2 random encanto fics that snuck in

[ariyougood]

My favourite thing EVER is the little sub fandom that’s currently all of my tiktok fyp of Peter Parker in Gotham.

Like- I could go on for hours about how amazing theses fics are, but even on a sentimental level it’s so fucking cool to see.

Spider-Man (and the MCU in general) was literally my entire childhood. Ultimate Spider-Man? Avengers Assemble? Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? Little six year old me was drawing fanart before I even knew what fanart WAS. Andrew Garfield? #1 Celebrity crush growing up. The Marvel Cinematic Universe? I have my walls covered in posters, my laptop wallpaper is that one Cap vs Thanos’ army scene from endgame and I have an infinity gauntlet lamp on my bedside table.

Recently though, like October 2022, I’ve been obsessed with the batfam and DC in general. Learning as much as I can about the comics, watching all the CW tv shows (including titans) and all the movies. Hell- I’ve been watching shows like Young Justice (which was another childhood show), Teen Titans (03) + the tie-in comics for both, the Justice League animated series, and so many other that I’m blanking on.

It’s so fucking cool to see people who love Spider-Man and Marvel find these fics and start asking how to get into DC and vice versa. Like- humans are so fucking cute man idk T°T

#fic recs: #Dark Matter by mysterycyclone #Leap of Faith (Catch Me If You Can) by alighterwood #and ErinWantsToWrite #Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen #these are some of the popular ones I’ve liked :) #all on AO3 #marvel mcu #spider man #dc universe #dcu #ao3 #tiktok #peter parker #peter parker in gotham #ao3 fanfic #i read too much fanfiction #dc fanfic #mcu fanfiction #spider man fanfiction

[lovelybarnes]

would you rather- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader warnings: tiktok trends? about: request! tik tok trend 'would you rather kiss me for 100$ or the prettiest girl for 700$' on peter parker?

your nails absentmindedly tap along to the song in the video you’re watching, the beat subtle underneath the conversation of the couple on the screen. it’s a trend you had only come to recognize because of your friends, pouting over doing it on their boyfriends and receiving a kiss and a proposal for the hundred dollars they were offered. you had laughed and waved them off when they’d tried to convince you to do it, too, but you have to admit that the couple on your screen are cute.

you grin when the boyfriend pretends to think for a second before abruptly tugging his girlfriend to him, pressing his lips to hers. she giggles and kisses his cheek. “good answer,” she winks, heading back to her phone to end the video. it restarts as you take a second to think, pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek until you decide it won’t hurt to try it.

you check the time and glance back at your door, where peter dotingly walked out a few minutes ago to get you snacks and a bottle of water at your request. he’d been gone for nearly five minutes, so you figure he’ll be back soon and open your camera while you wait for him.

you’re fidgeting with random settings on the camera when he comes back, arms full of what you asked him and far more. you sit up in surprise, eyeing him as he spreads it out on your bed with a silly ta-da motion.

you stare at him for a second, a goofy smile on his lips.

“wow,” you say after a silent second, reaching for your gummies. “i should’ve expected this with my overachiever boyfriend.”

peter hums, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. “yeah, you really should’ve.”

you work on opening the packet of gummies, only to ultimately let peter open it for you as you furtively turn on your phone and hide it behind your leg when you get your gummies, now neatly torn open.

you lay back, popping a few into your mouth, adjusting the camera so it catches the image of peter in front of you clearly, then you press the red button.

“peter,” you start, controlling your tone so the question seems innocent, as if you just thought of it randomly.

“yeah?” he replies, looking up at you through brown tufts of hair. you want to tuck them away, but he swats at his hair, making you chuckle. he gives you a little smile.

“would you rather kiss me for—”

“hell yeah,” he cuts in, climbing on your bed over the candy, already crawling toward you with determination before you laugh, stopping him.

“i’m not done yet.”

“but i already know my answer,” he whines.

“hush and let me finish,” you insist with a soft pat on his head, brushing away the strands you wanted to before.

“would you rather kiss me for a hundred dollars or—” you raise a finger at him to cut him off when you notice his mouth opening to interrupt you again. “or kiss the prettiest girl in the universe for seven-hundred?”

peter scrunches his nose, shaking his head if to say seriously? and continues to crawl toward you until you have to turn your phone at an awkward angle to capture him in the frame as he kisses you.

he sighs dreamily when he pulls away, pressing his lips to yours again for another soft kiss.

“now i have eight-hundred dollars,” he informs, nudging your nose with his as you laugh, cheeks warm, and trend long-forgotten.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker crack #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x reader crack #peter parker x reader funny #peter parker x reader tiktok #peter parker fanfic fluff #peter parker fluffy fic #peter parker fluffy imagine #peter parker tiktok fluff #peter parker tiktok challenge #peter parker fluffy fanfiction #peter park

[sfiltron]

One of my favorite things is when people are making superhero characters and accidentally recreate Peter Parker.

#just say a tiktok scenario where they say “the hero going into the soup kitchen bc upkeeping tech gear got too expensive” #then one of the comments was “Peter Parker core” and another comment had Spider-Man fic recommendations

[devilfic]

❝friends of the web❞

plot: you have a fear of spiders, but you've made a promise to work past it. peter thinks your determination is really quite adorable. pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader. cw: fluff, humor, established relationship, spiders (not graphic), reader has arachnophobia but is being so brave about it, based on the poem "ten legs, eight broken" by I, e on tiktok because it fundamentally changed the way I interact with small bugs forevermore. words: 1.2k.

a/n: I have had pretty bad arachnophobia my entire life and after reading ten legs, eight broken a while back, it convinced me to start saving little spiders I find in my house. this fic is 100% based on how that ends up going every single time. minus peter parker coming to save the day

He's careful, stomach coiled tight to control his breathing. One hand is delicately pinching a bolt with tweezers, the other holding his webshooter frighteningly still. One wrong move would trigger the suspension, and about four hours' worth of fluid refill would end up all over his research notes. He has to be slow. He lowers the tweezers another half inch.

Gently, the bolt's thread catches and he releases the breath he'd been holding. In that same moment, you shout and his tweezers slip.

It's the feeling of webs spraying him in the face that he registers first, their tendrils catching onto his glasses and eyelashes and lips. Then it's your rushed breathing, the pumping of your heart nearly beating out of your chest. He doesn't feel a tingle along his spine but your shout jolts Peter out of his spell. In an instant, he's batting away the webs and throwing himself out of his office with enough velocity to take down a wall. He's expecting scorpions, vultures, lizards, his hearing zeroing in on you, and-

-and he turns the corner and there's you, crouched on the floor, hands cupped in front of you—cocooning something. "Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa." Peter's eyes flit around the room, looking for the threat his senses ought to have picked up on by now, and kneels beside you. He focuses on your hands and your complete and utter lack of urgency. "What's going on?"

You glance to the side, so quick he doesn't even think you register the panic on his face, "Pete, thank God. Can you talk to this thing for me?"

You move your hand and the other breathing thing in the room becomes apparent. A spider, barely the size of a crumb, is crawling over mountains of carpet thread. It's moving quickly but in circles, clearly confounded by the terrain. Peter looks at you. He drags each syllable out as he asks, "What is happening?"

You shift and Peter shifts with you, keeping an eye on the spider, "This thing- this spider is such a jackass."

"Yeah?"

"I'm trying to get him outside and he won't go."

You've got a flier for Pilates in the Park clenched in one hand, while the other is cautiously putting a wall between the spider and the abyss under your sofa, a place where even Peter dares not go. "Why don't you just kill it?"

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say. You look horrified at him as you answer, "I can't kill him!"

"Do we- are we sure it's a him? Have you decided he's a him?"

"I made a promise to myself that I would stop killing."

"I don't think... okay, what is going on here?"

You struggle to explain and focus on the spider at the same time, "It's a resolution I made for the new year. That even though I'm terrified of these things, I won't kill them anymore because... because they're living beings just like me." Peter watches you bite your lip, a twinge of pity sewn into the divot between your furrowed brows, "So I'm putting them outside whenever I see one... if only they would stop being jackasses about it."

Peter half-laughs, half-sighs. The little spider crawling around on the ground is none the wiser to your inner peril, "This isn't just because your boyfriend is, like, 1/3 spider, is it? I won't take it personally if you hit him with a shoe."

You snort and place your flier in front of the escaping spider, watching it crawl over the word "yoga" before making a u-turn for the carpet, "Of course not, my spider overlord."

You try to scoop up the spider again but every time you lift the paper, it dives off the other side and back into the carpet. "How long does this usually take?" Peter asks. He sits back on his ass, propping up a knee to rest his arm on.

"Ten minutes at best. If I don't lose them."

"Hm. And this works for you?"

You pout up at him, scooping up the spider again and watching it fly off once more, "I usually manage to get them outside, I'll have you know."

"And the screaming?"

"I never said it was a peaceful process."

"So, let me get this straight," Peter leans into you, "you spot the spider, you grab the nearest piece of paper, you try to get the spider on the paper, and then you...?"

"Scream and run until I make it to the window."

"Why- why the screaming?"

You wince, trying not to lose the bug in the carpet, "Because I'm scared they'll touch me." Your boyfriend tickles his fingers along your arm and you shiver, swatting him with your free hand.

After another failed attempt, Peter places his hand in front of the spider's path and it crawls into his palm to get to the kitchen. Before it can cross over into tiled territory, it's forced to a sudden stop, and Peter takes advantage.

It takes him three strides to get to the living room window, yank it open, and release the spiderling into the wild.

You're standing behind him with a look of frustration on your face, even though your shoulders have finally sagged with relief, "How'd you convince him to sit in your hand like that?"

"I didn't. Sticky hands." Peter wiggles all his fingers at you, amused.

"Wh- that's it? Do they not usually listen to you or something?" You grab one of his hands and quickly realize he's using that ability on you this time. He's got you stuck in a handhold.

"I can't remember when I ever said I could talk to spiders."

"I mean, it seems like a pretty fair assumption," you grumble, trying to shake his hand away before giving in, "they put their juices in you after all."

"Why would you say that?"

"Thanks for the help, by the way. I'm still... getting used to not panicking when I see them."

Peter raises his other hand to your hair and gives you a kiss on the temple, smiling against your skin, "You are so, so, so brave."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's pretty brave to show mercy to something you fear, right? You could've killed it or asked me to do it, but you didn't. You wanted it to live."

"It doesn't mean to scare me," you bring your intertwined hands up to your mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles, "I'd want it to take pity on me if it was the other way around."

"I think the spiders will appreciate that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then why do they give me such a hard time?"

"Well, you're so scared of them that you don't even realize they're just as scared of you. You gotta make 'em like you, you know?"

"Got any tips for that?"

Peter guides his free hand to your waist, rocking you side to side, "Hm. Buy them sushi. Take them to a midnight showing of Night of the Living Dead. Tell him you think his nerdy rambling after the movie is sexy..." You giggle into Peter's chest and his heart swells, "Don't laugh! It worked on me."

You tilt your head up and he steals a kiss without hesitation, making you stumble on what you say next, "How about you just come let them out for me next time, hm?"

"And if I'm not around?"

"...make me a super scientific spider catching gadget?"

Peter hooks his hands underneath your thighs and hikes you up around his waist, "I'll make you one if you refill my web fluid for me."

"You can fill me with your web fluid."

"Okay. I'm putting you in time out, freak."

taglist: @yikes-buddy @alexxavicry @theclassicvinyldragon @marina-and-the-memes

#peter parker x reader #peter parker scenarios #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman scenarios #spiderman fic #spiderman fluff #spider-man #tasm #marvel #mjwrites

[moon-rivr]

masterlist

updated 15/04/24

miguel o'hara:

smut:

eres mia [miguel stops your arranged marriage]

fetish [hooking up with ex-boyfriend miguel]

devil's advocate [helping out a little angel]

the girl with the tattoo [goth girl with intimidating aura]

the apology [where you find your sweet husband yelling at the spider-kids]

el cocinero [miguel teaches you how to cook]

barbenheimer [miguel blabbering about the events of oppenheimer]

only one you need [miguel takes you in after a run in with the black cat]

 helping claw [miguel calls you over after he's been dealing with some stress, having a surprise when you arrive]

dress [seeing miguel after leaving nueva york]

thigh worshipper [miguel seeks your thighs for comfort after dealing with nueva york's villains]

be my mistake [falling for miguel after dating his brother]

greatest achievement [miguel asks you for help after overdosing from stress]

cara mia [addams family inspired fic]

water [water tiktok trend]

obsession [obsessing over his biceps]

giving you control [pegging miguel]

should've been me [reporter reader x miguel]

celoso [jealous miguel]

hate to love you [moonknight miguel x hathor avatar reader]

yes, your majesty [king miguel x princess reader]

what happens in vegas [marriage in vegas]

sharing's caring [cuckholding with miguel and peter]

here, spider spider [trying out viral lotion with him]

settling a debt [miguel's your boss, you're a maid]

easiest thing [you think you're hard to love]

sweetest bite [baker x miguel]

wanted to help [fbi!mig x crime scene technician reader]

after hours [professor mig]

glimpse of us [miguel gets reminded of someone familiar after you join the spider society]

series:

friends with benefits  part two [miguel started off calling solely to achieve pleasure but what happens when you catch feelings?]

la apuesta part two [what started off as a bet]

el arreglo part two [arranged marriage with miguel]

forbidden part two [brother's best friend]

the other woman part two [the woman miguel sees when he's not with his wife]

powerless part two [friends to lovers]

treat her better part two [miguel starts to neglect your relationship]

falling behind part two part three [what started off as a fake relationship]

little nurse little nurse part two [helping miguel out when he needs it]

unfinished:

still beating for the first time [finding miguel cheating]

million dollar man woven in cartier [sugar daddy mig]

not my car! [miguel uses your car in a fight]

beyond love [miguel x lawyer reader]

a playlist of our relationship [1] [2] [3] [miguel finds love after a toxic cycle with his ex]

sfw/short fics:

hey [you try flirting with miguel]

amarte a la antigua

don't let me go [reader doesn't want kids]

playing roblox with miguel

breaking point [you get sick of miguel's attitude]

cat dad miguel headcanons

flashing lights prologue

i <3 my boyfriend

toji fushiguro

protector [he's your bodyguard]

peter parker

later time [peter has to pospone your date]

suguru geto

it’s got to be you [suguru requests your help as his fake girlfriend?]

satoru gojo

within infinities [gojo needs some time to trust after suguru leaves]

[kairiscorner]

do one where peter accidentally catches miguel giggling and smiling like a dumb ahh bc of our rizz on text 🤪🤪 (ooc ik but let me live k)

ofc dracuilina bc i wanna see that too :> HOPE YA LIKE THIS MWEHEHEHHEE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

photo creds: @atreus1526 on tiktok !! (though i got the pic from pinterest, do lmk if they have a tumblr !!)

a/n: yes, i finally made something like a text fic, sorry if it isn't very good 😭😭😭 also if anyone steals it, two things: 1) why would you 2) i will fuck you up don't you dare (・∀・)

when you rizzed him up too good – miguel o'hara x reader

miguel was having a slow day at HQ, not many anomalies needed to be captured and sent back to their home dimensions, and no canon events were disrupted any time this week. it was a little too quiet in the usually rowdy and chaotic halls of the spider society, what broke the pure silence that filled his dim office was the sound of your text.

miguel saw your messages, and immediately texted you back. he could never leave you on read for too long, that was his guilty secret. he loved, yet hated, indulging you–you always got a little too comfortable and sometimes pushed his buttons, but he loved you nonetheless.

miguel sighed as he saw those three white dots dancing on his screen, and he was questioning why his profile picture had his sleeping face with a horse's ass on the blanket. he should've burned that gift from peter b, he never should've accepted any gift from that man.

his phone dinged and tore the silence asunder with another message from you.

and he thought that'd be the end of it–well, partially thought, because it was you he was talking to–but it clearly wasn't. and nothing could prepare him for the next couple of messages you sent him.

he sounded desperate, but he kept reminding himself he wasn't desperate, you were desperate–he was just giving you what you wanted. which was what he also wanted. badly. right now. especially when he had barely anything to do.

he felt his cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrowing out of a unique kind of frustration, one that didn't fully piss him off, but made him wish something. wish that... he was there with you, could have that steamy hot shower date with you and just...

fuck, you decided to be all cutesy again. you know how much that riles him up. and makes him do things he usually wouldn't be caught doing.

he felt a small smile crack on his face as he saw your little kaomojis, your petty texts of sarcastic revenge, and how snarky you could be... it made his heart beat a little faster, made the muscles in his cheeks raise and his smile widen; you made him chuckle. that was how much he loved you, loved everything about you, and you made him go a little crazy over you and your natural charms.

it was just then that peter b swung into miguel's office all casually, asking him if he's seen the horse ass blanket that he gave miguel. "yeah, uh, that was apparently a wedding anniversary gift mj got me. if i don't get it soon, i–" peter b rambled as he looked up at miguel, who was preoccupied with his phone.

he raised an eyebrow at two things: 1) miguel knew how to use a phone? 2) was he... smiling?

peter b swung over behind miguel and peered over his shoulder, seeing his texts with you for a hot second before miguel whipped his head around and replaced the gleeful grin from earlier into a frightening scowl.

"parker." he greeted him monotonously as miguel put his phone away. peter b smiled, knowing that you made miguel's day a little brighter. "nevermind, keep the blanket." he said as he pat miguel's shoulder and swung back out of his office, trying to keep in the urge to laugh aloud at the image of miguel's head sticking out with the horse's ass on the blanket.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @melovetitties

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

[pastelclovds]

SPIDERVERSE MASTERLIST

✧˚ spider-people !

miguel o’hara│hobie brown | peter b parker

✧˚ villains !

spot/jonathan ohnn

all rights reserved © pastelclovds. all fanfics belong to me, please do not copy, translate, repost, nor recommend on tiktok the fics seen below as this is strictly prohibited. anyone found doing so will be contacted immediately. all characters i write are above eighteen.

#pastelclovds #dom reader #top reader #dom!reader #top!reader #sub character #spider man into the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miles morales #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #jess drew #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #the spot #spiderman atsv x reader #x reader #reader insert #spiderverse #atsv #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse

[pbnmj]

Genuinely curious, what’s up with Noir’s age? And what does it have to do with his 08/09 run? ((You may ignore if you wish :D))

i no longer have to do an extremely long explaination about comics noir because it has already been done here, by foolsocracy!!!!!!! really great breakdown of his very vague age, which is never said outright in the 08-09 run, only implied!! my own personal take on this is that he's 17-turning-18 in the first one, just about graduated high school but not able to afford college (see the panel below LOL)

this also got a little longer than i thought it would, so under the cut for the rest of it! the tl:dr is "itsv!noir is not the same as comics!noir, and people saying that he's 19 isn't strictly true. to me, he's around 30!"

eyes without a face (the 09 run!!) only takes place 8 months after, in september 1933, which makes peter 18-turning-19. this is more of a headcanon though!! (see the noir birthday poll, which made me a noir-is-a-december-baby truther)

(peter being a libra is mentioned once in the first issue of amazing spider-man (2015), mostly as a punchline, and a specific date of october 10th was given in another issue that i have lost. other media, like with the mcu, has his birthday on august 10th. but to me noir is a sagittarius and you cannot pry that from me)

the 2020 run of noir begins establishing the year as 1939, making peter around his mid-20s, and 25 if you believe me on the 'peter was 17 in noir 2008' LOL.... i won't lie though i haven't read this one properly i very quickly skimmed so pinch of salt regarding my takes on the 2020 run

noir being in his teens during the first original runs is why "itsv!noir is 17-19" goes around so often! i've seen that on tumblr, twitter AND on tiktok and i don't mind what people hc, but it has become a pet peeve when people say it like its canon even though it's never been mentioned by the writers or the art book. itsv!noir is similar to his comic counterpart, but his differences in his origin story make me interpret him as a different noir (like how peter b.'s dimension is 616B, making him... 90214B?)

again, we are straying from itsv canon/etc here because i'm deranged, but i personally hc noir as being 32! some of my friends think he's in his mid-20s, others think he's older, but really the only reason is that 32 is the midpoint between the other two peter parkers: ripeter was 26 and peter b is 38. he's also voiced by nic cage, which makes me think older in the first place!

i just like the idea that he's more experienced that ripeter, but hasn't gone through as much as peter b. he spends most of the movie being broody ("moral ambiguity of your actions!", "matches burn down to my fingertips", etc etc), or snarkier than you'd expect ("it's that easy" "who are you again?" "you gonna fight or are you just bumping gums" etc etc). he also very sweetly tells everyone that he loves them before he leaves !!! i feel like it can in fact be in character for a peter parker in his late 20-early 30s, distanced from his tragedies in his own world by time (he doesn't forget them, that's different !) being able to look out for the spiders around him.

okay now we are VERY deep into hc territory, but it makes him able to balance out the rest of the itsv spider-gang as an older-brother figure who's able to guide peni, miles and gwen but also be able to act as a voice of reason for peter b. and ham if the sitauation calls for it. that being said noir is still peter parker and is therefore capable of spider-esque tomfoolery, which can lead to him misjudging the need for a snarky one liner ("this is a pretty hard core origin story"). my characterisation of him is also very inspired by heyitsspiderman, the itsv fic that changed me for the better, and noir isn't even in it that much LOL

veering back into itsv!noir's age and your actual question though: he's always read older in the movies, and not at all 17-19. noir is always going to be around 30 (32 if i have to give a number) to me!! if anything, he did go through the same kind of 'canon events' as comics noir did, but is an older and more experienced version of him, with tweaks to the backstory (like a radioactive spider instead of a spider-god, and webshooters instead of organic webbing). there are reasons ofc to see him being younger (egg creams are non-alcoholic, and that if it's 1933, his comicsverse self would be 18-19 too) . however you must consider that sony didn't expand on this and therefore it's up to fan interpretation and also that

#this kind of turns into meta . sort of . sorry about that #and i know some people take those jokes noir makes as like. just very blunt observations of what is happening #i personally believe they are jokes that aren't landing. or just him being a bit annoying <3 i love him for this #i can talk forever and forever about movie noir. its how i got into him in the first place . picked me up and swept me away #and now i overthink and read too much into his like. 6 mins of screentime #also the rich beautiful itsv noir backstory that exists only in my mind..... which is mostly the same #just with small tweaks and adjustments. its MY SIDE CHARACTER and I GET TO CHOOSE THE HCS #eg. the insane 'peter quits working at the bugle very annoyingly for everyone involved before becoming a PI' like this shit just #swirls in my brain. forever and ever. #noir #answered #edit: sorry im just realising this is boiling down to itsv noir is freshly out of his 20s #therefore experiencing post 20s clarity and is not yet going through a peter b-like midlife crisis #and is not a teenager anymore and doesn't have to battle puberty as well as supervillians #so he's somehow doing a little better than the rest of them and able to pass on funny little tips and lifehacks

[tinkerbelle05]

Master list for Spider-man: Across the Spider-Verse

Map

Angst = ☔

Fluff = 🎂

Hurt = ☂️

Hurt -> Comfort = ☂️ -> ☀️

AU = 👽

Idk yet = ?

Miles Morales (1610)

We are done ☔ (Fic)

What are you hiding? ☔️ (Fic)

We have Chemistry 🎂 (Fic)

TikTok Video 🎂 (Fic)

Caught RedHanded 🎂 ☔ (Fic)

Let’s Take a Break 🎂

Snuggle Bug 🎂

Spiderman Kiss 🎂

My Muse 🎂

Miles Morales (42)

I'm there for you 🎂☔ (HC)

I Always Got You, Got That? 🎂 (Fic)

I'll Always Protect You ☂️ -> ☀️

Gwen Stacey

And that's what makes this so tragic ☔ (Fic)

I think I’m falling in love with you 🎂 (Fic)

Could we be more than friends? 🎂

Hobie Brown

Just be yourself luv 🎂 ☂️

Miguel O’hara

Thanks for Sharing 🎂 (Fic)

Pavitr Prabhakar

Thanks for the help 🎂☔ (Fic)

Why are you leaving me? ☔️ (Fic)

Meeting your parents 🎂 (Fic)

Now Let Me Take Care of You, Okay. ☂️ -> ☀️ (Fic)

Spiderman Kiss ☔ 🎂

I'm in love with you, I have been for a while now 🎂

Hey I got you, it’s gonna be alright ☂️ -> ☀️

Jessica Drew

Coming soon…

Peter B. Parker

Coming soon...

Spider Noir

Colors of the Rainbow 🎂

Ships

I love your voice (PunkFlower Fic) 🎂

This won’t hurt that much, promise (PunkFlower Fic) ?

Request info if you are interested: Link

#spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #miles morales #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #hobie brown #jessica drew #pavitr prabhakar

[mediocre-daydreams]

I SAW UR MARVEL X FAMOUS READER THING and can i please req for a bucky x singer!reader or peter parker x singer!reader and the secret relationship trope where the avengers catch peter/bucky in a phone call and catching them acting all pouty and whiney and all cute and twirling their hair while giggling like school girls and the avengers being all shocked but not knowing who he was talking to + little scenes or bucky/peter smirking or looking proud whenever r is on tv + and the all the avengers going to some sort of concert or event where r is performing and r literally going down to the audience while performing to kiss bucky/peter and just social media freaking out !!

I LOVED WRITING THIS!! sorry it took so long to finish; i wanted it to be perfect for my tubmblr spouse ksjdfhd. anyways this was so so cute and i'm gonna do some extra drabbles + smau bonus posts because wow i loved this concept

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

peter parker x singer! reader

notes: swearing, mentions of the birds and bees in a non-sexual way, so much fluff bro, the tiniest smidge of angst it's like a sprinkle of salt, a bit of insecure peter feeling like he's not enough, vague description of canon-level violence, lowkey breaking the fourth wall, the avengers are nosy as fuck and definition crack, clint is in his red (taylor's version) era

w/c: 5.2k

the songs used in the fic are by taylor swift + linked at the bottom of the post <3 (but also taylor canonically exists in this universe so she still has her music peter's a swiftie just go with it pls)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

peter parker never failed to confound; and no, it wasn’t just the avengers that were confused by his… antics. may, mj, and ned were equally as surprised when they caught peter parker, their [overly] enthusiastic, nervous, forever-in-motion peter parker, casually laying in bed, propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head that made him look like some cookie-cutter male love interest in a cheesy romcom, nonchalantly talking to a female voice from his phone.

mj and ned were no idiots—they’d been the first to discover his spiderman identity so scoping out the identity of peter’s secret female friend was almost as easy as getting flash to talk about sports cars. peter eventually had to spill the beans to may after she confronted him about his ridiculously high monthly phone bill.

but the team of the world’s best spies, geniuses with multiple PhDs, highly trained super soldier assassins, and the man who singlehandedly made the “birds aren’t real, they’re government spies” conspiracy come true, still hadn’t managed to find the tea they so desperately wanted peter to spill. they were too prideful to ask peter to his face and admit defeat, so for weeks, they’d pulled out all their tricks only to fail miserably.

sam tried having redwing perch outside peter’s window to catch footage of any new visitors; there were none. clint, who’d snuck into the vents, and bucky, utilizing his super soldier hearing, had tried eavsdropping on one of his calls. all they heard was peter singing off key and then a yelp as he snapped one of his guitar strings. steve and bruce had tried to casually sit peter down and talk to him about the birds and the bees, hoping that peter would let something slip about any of his romantic or sexual relationships, but peter just groaned and said may had already told him this. natasha even tried hacking into peter’s internet and phone history, but once she found the spiderman tiktok edits and an obscene number of shirtless pictures, she had to stop. 

after a lot of bribery and light extortion from tony (who was probably the most invested in revealing peter’s gal pal), wanda reluctantly tried to read peter’s mind, only to see flashes of who she presumed to be peter’s celebrity crush. the avengers had never pegged peter for a fanboy (actually, a good third of them thought he swung the other way and sam and bucky insisted he was on the path to incel-hood), but the fanatic squealing and giggling that emanated from peter’s room every night told a different story. it was clear: the boy had an unhealthy parasocial relationship with a girl who would never know of his existence.

“hey petey pie, d’you still have my artisanal hand lotion?” tony came up to peter as he tinkered with his web shooters.

“oh yeah, mr. stark! they’re in my room and on my desk. you can just go in, if you want.” peter had a spare room in the tower that he used after long missions or big lab projects; it was much more empty than his room at aunt may’s. as most teenagers did, peter considered his bedroom a personal, private sanctuary, but his tower room’s furnishings were pretty basic and he usually didn’t even bother to close the door.

peter’s desk was fairly empty sans tony’s lotion, but because of how barren it was, tony’s eye was automatically drawn to the papers at the corner of the table. no, not his illegible chemistry notes. there was a flyer advertising your upcoming tour dates and locations, and underneath it was an autographed vinyl of what tony assumed was one of your albums.

but tony was truly horrified when he found the bottle of half-used perfume from your brand sitting on peter’s nightstand, in front of a framed picture of him photoshopped next to you.

“peter, we need to have a chat.” tony gestured to the communal living room, where steve, bucky, sam, wanda, and natasha were sitting. steve was holding a sheet of printer paper that said “intervention.”

peter looked around the room, trying to figure out who the intervention was for. “you never call me peter,” he laughed nervously, “is something going on? are we throwing a surprise party?”

peter made the mistake of looking over at steve and he couldn’t help but cower under the nation’s most powerful I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed Face™. 

“kid, why don’t you take a seat?” steve sighed like a Disapointed Father™.

peter sat as far away from the rest of the avengers as he could, wary of how they’d all been looking at him. that was his second mistake, because he ended up across from a team of master interrogators who were staring him down like he was their next victim (because he was). 

“we wanted to discuss- uh, the… internet with you,” bucky began.

“oh, mr. sergeant bucky sir, if you need help with the wifi router again, i can show you how to fix it yourself, it’s easy, ac-”

“no- no! that’s not… we’re not talking about that. so obviously your aunt may has already given you the se- safe reproductive activities talk, but we wanted you know, as tech experts-” bruce looked at tony and nat. “-to make sure you understood safe internect practices. safe and healthy internet practice.”

peter visibly relaxed. “oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s all good! midtown has a mandatory seminar and i already know not to use omegle—i learned that the hard way, but i did learn; plus, i took a scratch lesson about html so i’m pretty like, tech proficient.”

“peter, have you ever heard of parasocial relationships?” the rest of the team shot wanda dirty looks at her slip up. they were supposed to ease into the whole thing so that peter didn’t get scared and run off.

“oh, like dating app parasites? yeah, ned was joking around on christian mingle and got this horrible-”

“let me put this into chronically online gen z words,” natasha grimaced. “do you know what the infinitive ‘to stan’ means?”

peter was puzzled. “oh yeah, of course! this guy flash from school has a huuuge obsession with sebastian stan; like, he stans sebastian stan. it’s kind of unhealthy. i’m pretty sure flash thinks he’s the y/n in a ‘my mom sold me to one direction for money’ ao3 fanfiction.”

“right…” sam’s face was all screwed up as he tried to steer the conversation away from 2000s boyband kidnapping aus. “and what about you, peter? do you stan anyone? any… attractive female celebrity who’s approximately your age?”

peter looked genuinely confused. “i mean, i’m a swiftie, if that counts. but not in an unhealthy way!” peter reassured. “i’m not one of those people who has a twitter account dedicated to analyzing the spray painted words on the wall she pisses on in the music video for the man to try and figure out the order of her next album releases, so don’t worry. i’m perfectly normal.” he laughed shrilly.

steve shuffled for something behind him. “i didn’t want to have to do this,” steve enunciated, holding up a picture of you. “we found your shrine and the pictures you’ve photoshopped yourself into and we know that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you have a relationship with her and we’re just worried, okay? look, i also enjoy her songs every once in a while, but this is too far. we can’t have an avenger with compromised judgement out on the field.”

peter’s mouth gaped and he stared at the picture steve had chosen, feeling himself blush. that was the picture you’d asked him for his opinion on it before posting it on instagram. and that was the night you’d sent him a voice memo of a song you’d written for him, in which you’d told him how you’d loved him for the first time.

“uh, come again?” peter’s voice turned up at the end in his confusion, but the other avengers took it as a sign that he was lying.

“okay, this is enough. we’re taking him to cho for an evaluation,” tony snapped, taking peter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

“hey- hey! wait! i’m not delusional, just let me-” peter scrambled for his phone, trying to pull out pictures of you and him together as proof, but he dropped it amidst the chaos of tony’s fussing and nat and bruce’s hushed whispering, and the exclamations of surprise in this unplanned step of the intervention.

peter watched as his phone clattered to the ground and he reached his free hand out for it cinematically, but it was to no avail. that stuff never worked in the movies either.

“jarvis!” peter yelled desperately.

“yes, young spiderling?” jarvis replied. tony must’ve reprogrammed eyerbody’s name in jarvis’ system.

“play voice memo! uh, the most recent one!”

“playing voice memo: this is peter with trial four- ahhhh! no, not that one!” crashing noises and a string of curses from a voice in the background that made steve flinch ensued. “oh my god, mr. stark’s going to kill me if he every finds out-”

“stop! no! jarvis, um, play the second most recent voice memo!”

peter looked at the ground to avoid tony’s withering glare. “we will be discussing this later,” tony warned.

“playing voice memo.” through tony’s newly installed surround sound speakers, your silvery voice reverberated around the high-ceilinged walls and silenced the other avengers’ jabbers.

“my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon—i was enchanted to meet you.”

sam’s mouth dropped. “what the fuck? i didn’t peter say he learned to code on scratch? how did he work out this voice generator thing?”

bucky’s face contorted into the cute stupid expression he made every time he was confused. “relax, the kid probably recorded a live performance on the you-bee-too to feed into his whole hormonal teenage crisis fantasy.”

peter was outraged and opened his mouth to protest. steve cut him off. “kid, young people at your age will go through… ahem… changes. and perhaps that has manifested into a romantic yearning towards this lovely young woman, or uh,” steve blushed. “the desire to… fondue is very common as you develop into a man, and i myself-” steve choked and started coughing to avoid spilling any dangerous blackmail material. bucky patted his friend on the back knowingly.

“hey horndogs,” tony yelled from the front of the crowd, where he was still struggling to drag peter. “can someone turn off the damn music? i don’t want to know what the kid gets up to in his free time, like, at all. especially not in song form.”

“will you all stop calling me kid?” peter begged, finally freeing himself from tony’s *iron* hold. “look, that song’s unreleased, so i couldn’t have just recorded it off youtube. plus, tony already banned me from working with voice AIs after i accidentally broke karen and she wouldn’t stop screaming for like, six days straight.”

natasha raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “and we know the boy isn’t smart enough to come up with those lyrics on his own.”

“hey!” peter defended. “no, actually, yeah. you’re right.”

“what does this have to do with anything?” sam interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. “i personally find it creepier that he got access to the girl’s unreleased music. and don’t even get me started on the shrine-”

“she’s not some girl, she’s my girlfriend!” peter blurted.

steve scoffed. “sure she is. gorgeous, talented, multi-millionare singer-songwriter from brooklyn, mind you, is your girlfriend? what’s next, bucky and sam’s bickering is actually unresolved sexual tension?”

“yes?!” peter hissed incredulously. “you’re just jealous,” he huffed,” and don’t even lie, mr. captain rogers sir. i heard you crying to this is me trying last week. which, by the way, are you okay? anyways, yes, we’re dating. 

“i didn’t ‘photoshop’ the pictures, i- how would i even-? it’s not like there’s conveniently a picture of her in a photo booth holding up a green prop mustache that i can edit myself into. my ‘shrine?’ she sends me previews of her merch and stuff, i’m not gonna throw it out. it’s not like i’m collecting strands of her hair to replicate her dna. we literally just call each other,” peter huffed.

“we call each other, and- and she teaches me to play guitar… she writes songs for me… she has the sweetest cats… and she’s so beautiful and i can’t believe she’s mine…” peter rambled on with glazed eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

steve scowled. 

wanda sighed dreamily. “i can tell how much you like her… your thoughts are so bright every time you think about her…”

“excuse me?” peter raised his eyebrows defensively. “were you… reading my mind?”

“there are no secrets in this tower, underoo.” tony slung a heavy arm over peter. “what’s yours is ours.”

peter squinted. “i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying- whatever.”

“secrets? please, we all remember when you tried to hide your baby photos. the vents were a stupid idea.” natasha snorted. “anyways, when do we get to meet her?”

“meet who?” peter lied innocently. if the avengers had been this zealous over a couple pictures of her, god knows what they’d do if they ever saw her in person? (and god knows what steve would do.)

“doesn’t matter. play dumb all you want kid, but we both know you’re smarter than that.” tony chattered absentmindedly, but peter went red at the casual compliment. “i saw the tour dates already; peter left ‘em in his room. second to last concert’s in new york, two weeks from now. i’ll pull a couple strings; easy.”

tony took off his yellow-tinted glasses and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. “right. jarvis, cancel all plans for the saturday two weeks from now. and reschedule that dry cleaners appointment to… uh, tuesday. gotta wash the merch before wearing it. oh yeah, and set a reminder for… tonight at 9, to shop for merch.”

tony looked smugly down at peter, who blinked a few times, dazed. “uh, thank you, i guess? thank you, mr. stark.”

in the two weeks leading up to the concert, peter was hearing your voice all over the compound. steve had officially indoctrinated bucky and sam into fans after he’d showed them his favorite album, and now the three of them would frequently squabble over which songs were the best lyrically, melodically, and emotionally. 

peter had seen wanda comforting a crying clint, who’d been listening to all too well on repeat for three days straight. (peter wasn’t sure why. clint was happily married.)

he nearly had a heart attack when natasha cornered him murderously with a perfectly manicured finger pointed threateningly at his chest. (right then, peter tried to come to terms with the fact that in his eulogy, they would reveal that he had died from a fingernail impaling.) it turned out that natasha had come to interrogate peter on how he’d met you, confessing that she wanted girl tips. natasha had also sworn to make his death long and painful if he ever told anybody about it.

what delighted peter the most is when he’d heard tony listening to one of your songs in lieu of his hard metal while working in his lab. and he swore he’d tony humming one of your songs while making breakfast a few days before the concert.

peter didn’t think it was possible, but his high was only multiplied once your merch arrived. it was like a second civil war had broken out. tony had made sure to order multiple of each item, but overlooked the fact that all the avengers wanted the limited edition concert tour t-shirt and an autographed copy of your newest album. he watched from the sidelines as grown adults threw hissy fits over themed notebooks and guitar picks (even though none of them played guitar), knowing he was already supplied thanks to your gifts.

even may, mj, and ned had gotten into the spirit. they’d surprised him one evening, after a tiring mission, by showing him the short video you’d sent them along with 3 vip tickets.

“hi aunt may,” you smiled lovingly at the camera. “thank you so much for… everything, i guess. for raising peter. and letting him see me; i know that it’s not easy or typical, but peter’s job isn’t easy or typical either. i love your son so, so dearly, and i just wanted to let you know that i’d do almost anything for him—whatever his job entails and whatnot. i’ve been on tour, so haven’t seen peter in a while, but i would love to see him again and maybe meet you and peter’s friends as well, which is why i’ve sent you three tickets.”

may cooed and told peter what an angel you were, and ned and mj teased him relentlessly for how stupidly in love he looked when he saw your face in the video.

“you’re down bad, man,” ned laughed, pushing peter’s chest. mj punched peter’s arm, telling him he was “one lucky bastard,” and peter’s only reaction was to whine about how they were manhandling him.

the night before the concert, peter was panicking about what to wear. though tony had been the most annoying about peter’s relationship, he’d come to check on his mentee and tony’s heart panged as he saw the anxiety radiating off of peter.

“what’s wrong, spiderboy?” tony sat on the edge of peter’s bed as the boy examined himself in the mirror. tony patted the space beside him.

“n-nothing, mr. stark.”

tony looked at peter disbelievingly.

peter sighed. “i’m just- she’s a superstar, like, she’s got fans and front-page modeling contracts and everyone loves her. sometimes i just don’t believe that she’d actually love me, y’know? ‘cause she’s her, and i’m just peter. some kid from queens who got bitten by a spider.” peter looked at his feet, eyes burning. “i’m not rich, or famous, or popular—i still get picked on by flash!” 

peter looked up at tony with red-rimmed eyes. “and i’m not like all the fancy celebrities that she’s around—she could have anyone. anyone. i’m pretty sure janelle monáe talked about her in an interview once. janelle. monáe. a-and jojo siwa danced to her music in a tiktok. and i can’t even tell you how many men say they have crushes on her in interviews and stuff… it’s like, i’m never there. we’re both busy, and she’s surrounded by people who are way cooler and smarter and famous-er than me, and it freaks me out, mr. stark.”

tony’s cool demeanor broke upon seeing how genuinely devastated peter was. “underoo, this girl wrote a song for you. hell, i think the most romantic thing i’ve done for pepper recently was eating lunch with her. jarvis? remind me to do something romantic for pepper. she talks to you almost every day, and trust me, i know, because we can hear you jabbering from the common room.

“kid, you work for me. that makes you pretty damn cool. you went to space—even though i said not to, but whatever—and you’re spiderboy. i passed by a street vendor selling knockoff spiderman masks the other day. people love you too. the team loves you. and i guess i think you’re pretty okay too. the girl loves you, spidey. jojo siwa has nothin’ on you.”

peter sniffed. “you really think so?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t push it.” tony went to leave peter’s room, but not before pointing to peter’s closet and winking. “it’s a secret.”

he opened the closet doors, shuffling through a couple of shirts you'd left behind and one of your cardigans. it was the same as always. but in his peripherally, peter caught sight of one of tony’s $200 smarthangers beholding the last limited edition tour shirt that had “mysteriously” gone missing. (bucky and sam were accusing each other for days.) he ran his hands over the cotton fabric, which was softer than he’d expected. tony must’ve dry-cleaned it for him beforehand. peter smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

peter fiddled with the hem of his shirt the entire ride to the venue. happy picked him, may, ned, and mj up in the limo a bit earlier than the rest of the team was planning on leaving so they could get settled into their vip seats.

the venue was smaller than he’d expected. you’d played in much larger spaces before, with huge audiences and grand stages with special effects, but tonight was almost intimate. peter’s heart was beating until he felt it in his throat and may squeezed his hand reassuringly. he’d heard you sing on facetime, or in the videos you’d sent to him, but never live. he thought he might’ve been more scared than you were.

as the venue filled, peter’s anxiety only increased. mj and ned were bubbling happily, and peter caught the avengers waving to him from a section just a bit further from the stage. he was secretly grateful that they weren’t up front with him. maybe it was selfish, but he wanted you to himself tonight.

when the lights dimmed and ambient music begin filling the air, peter watched as you slowly rose from a platform under the stage until you were fully revealed, holding a sleek black guitar, beaming so brightly that peter was pretty sure you wouldn’t need the stage lights.

the cheering of the crowd was dull in his ears. he was mesmerized by the way you moved, adjusting the vintage microphone in front of you. it was only you on stage, illuminated by a spotlight, standing in front of your microphone like you were at home on a stage in front of hundreds of people.

you needed no introduction before you began singing a song that peter hadn’t heard before. 

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing…

it was your first date. peter had exchanged his science pun shirts for an old band tee, and you’d complimented him immediately, revealing that you were also a fan. you’d dropped and cracked your phone on the sidewalk that night, stumbling over a bump in the concrete and falling into peter. you’d made a stupid joke, “it looks like i’ve fallen for you,” and peter had laughed like you were the funniest person in the world.

but i knew you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight, i… i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better, i… and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.

it was the night you’d first kissed. it had started raining, both of your socks were all wet, and the sweatshirt peter had given you to wear after you’d gotten cold was soaked through. you’d pasted your hands under his shirt onto his chest, claiming you needed warmth. he did the same. 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed… you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleedin’... 

it was you and him, trying not to be seen. you and him, avoiding cameras and crowds—hiding behind tinted car windows and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. it was you and him: when he took you swinging right before you left to tour and you scraped your knees from the rough landing. you and him: peter kissing your cuts and apologizing profusely about giving you scars right before your concert. you and him, when you’d pulled him into your chest and told him you’d sacrifice anything to be under the stars with him.

‘cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i… i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy, i… 

you and him: when he’d hugged you goodbye in a quiet corner at the train station and wiped away your tears from under your sunglasses. you and him: when peter watched as the spiderman bandaids on your knees that he’d given you last night as you bled walked further and further away. you and him: when he’d called you and cried after a difficult mission, telling you how he thought he might have not made it and how the thought of losing you—his darling—was what kept him going. you and him: how you’d wanted to cancel your tour and see him again, but how he insisted that you keep going, that the both of you kept going.

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line;  i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light… 

you and him: how you’d fought halfway through your tour, when he didn’t understand why you didn’t want to go public with your relationship. you and him: how you’d gone grocery shopping with him but dropped his hand and left as soon as cameras appeared. you and him: how he’d told you that the secrecy of the relationship might be thrilling for you, but was hurting him. you and him: how he’d promised that no matter how difficult your relationship got, you’d always have a home at his and may’s apartment.

and i knew you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me… and you’d come back… 

next to peter, ned and mj hollered excitedly and jumped up and down; may screamed and clapped. peter hadn’t budged, staring up at you with awe and pride as your strumming faded out. he would’ve been content staring at you, glowing as you immersed in your element, until ned elbowed him.

you tapped the microphone a couple of times and the stage lights began to reveal the landscape behind you; a small band, a few background singers, and a simple, natural scene.

you cleared your throat. “thank you, new york!”

peter had never heard a sound sweeter than your giggle as you watched the audience cheer and wave their glowsticks.

“thank you! this is the second to last concert of my tour, and it’s been such a privilege to play for you. you guys are the first to hear my new single, cardigan, that i wrote while on tour.”

there was more screaming and your eyes scanned the audience for something that you evidently hadn’t found, given the nearly imperceptible frown on your face.

“uh, this song is really important to me, ‘cause it’s about someone i really love. i haven’t seen him in a while, and god, i miss him, and i hope he knows that i’d always come back to him…” you sniffled, and the audience cooed.

 “y’know, sometimes you have those moments when you’re paralyzed or when you’re scared, so you keep trying to live in the past, where things are easy and you already know how everything ends. but if you take the easy route, trying to protect yourself from the unknown, you end up losing what could’ve been. all the new moments that you’ll never get to have because you’re too busy living in old memories. ‘cause when you stay behin, the people you love might want to move forward, take risks, and explore even better things. so you might lose them.”

your eyes searched the audience once more. “and i’ve learned so much from being on tour with you all. it’s very- if you don’t know, everything that goes on behind the scenes in the music industry is very… intentional. every word, action, public appearence—it’s all planned. but i met this boy; or rather, i fell in love with this boy, and he makes me want to say, ‘fuck the plans.’” the audience roared and you laughed jubiantly alongside them. 

“i don’t know if i’m allowed to swear, actually. it’s fine,” you admitted. “anyways, he makes me want to take chances, even if that terrifies me. ‘cause honestly, it did; still does. i hope he’s here today. i can’t see him from here, but his name is peter. peter parker.”

there were cheers and murmurs, and peter heard heard thor somewhere in the back roar, “the spi- the small man is here!” thor pointed vigorously to the front, where peter was standing and blushing profusely. there was a bit of sweat beading on his forehead, and sure, the body heat from the crowd was pretty hot, but the fire in his cheeks had nothing to do with that.

peter watched as you walked towards the edge of the stage to where thor was pointing, shouting back at him with a quick banter that the audience seemed to love. peter cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, praying you could hear it from amidst the crowd, because he couldn’t even hear himself.

your eyes widened and you burst into a grin as you locked eyes with peter. “oh my god, is it- peter?”

peter nodded, face contorting into surprise and then adoration and then determination as the both of you rushed forward to try and touch each other. you fell to your knees and reached your hand out to peter, and he took is tightly between both of his. you mouthed his name so that nobody but him could see it, and under the harsh stage lights, peter could clearly see the watery tears collecting at the corner of your eyes that you carefully dabbed away as to not smudge any of your makeup.

“peter—this is peter, my boyfriend!” you announced to the crowd, holding his hand up. “is there any way you can come up-” you looked around for stairs.

peter smirked, slinging himself onto the stage with ease. he’d scaled buildings before. this was no challenge, especially because he had an incentive to work towards.

“oh, you’re just climbing- that works too!” you offered him your hands to pull him to his feet and enveloped him into a hug. you’d left him a bottle of your perfume before you’d left, but nothing could compare to actually holding you in your arms. you smelled like sweat and hairspray, but he could still catch hints of your perfume and the shampoo you loved.

when you let go of him, still keeping one of your hands in his, peter snuck a glance at the audience. from the stage, the venue seemed twice as large. he could see may, mj, and ned waving and screaming at him, and a bit further back, he could see thor waving his hands maniacally and tony, who had somehow managed to clear out a spot, actually smiling.

“what am i supposed to do?” peter hissed to you, smiling awkwardly at the audience as his heart pounded. fighting robot-alien-ancient-powerful-gods was so much easier than this.

“kiss me?” you whispered, eyes glittering. peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“so i’m peter? and you’re wendy darling?”

“mhm,” you sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“i’ll never lose you, darling. i’ll always come back to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[stllite]

me too ˎˊ˗

bi!peter parker x bi fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary you and peter seemed to both have confessions to tell each other…at the same time.

warnings slight mentions of anxiety, one cuss word and just pure fluff !

authors note IM BACK !! i’m so so sorry i haven’t been active i’ve been super busy but i miss writing and posting on here sm ! alsooo happy pride month !! u all are so loved and valid and i hope u enjoy this fic to celebrate <33

you couldn’t sleep.

after what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning and even trying to calm your crowded mind with rain noises, you just couldn’t stop the thoughts in your head.

you quickly sat up from your bed and huffed in frustration.

you ran your hands through your hair and tried to slow down your breathing to hopefully slow down your thoughts.

i need to tell him. i need to tell him. you thought.

recently, you’ve been stressing about whether or not you should tell your boyfriend, peter, about…well…your feelings.

you’ve figured out your sexuality for quite awhile now but just haven’t told anyone. it was scary to come to terms with your sexuality so the thought of telling someone feels like a nightmare.

it’s literally been keeping you up at night.

since it’s the beginning of June, pride month, you’ve seen a lot of people come out to their loved ones or are just comfortable with who they are.

it made you so happy to see people love themselves and just love who they want.

and while there is no rush, you feel that it’s finally time to tell peter about your bisexuality.

although peter is supportive in everything you do and is quite literally your #1 fan, you were still scared.

will he think of me differently? will he still love me?

yes, some of the thoughts you were overthinking were stupid; peter is amazing.

yet, you couldn’t get these thoughts out of your mind.

you reached over to your nightstand and turned on the lamp while grabbing your phone as well.

when you unlocked your phone, you noticed a text from peter from a minute ago.

peter: just finished patrolling for the night! can i come over? i’ll pick us up some delmar’s :)

you sighed. it’s not like you didn’t want peter to come over, you loved being around him.

you were just scared because you knew you wanted to tell him and now’s the time.

you: that sounds perfect <3 cant wait x

after you sent your last text, you threw your phone to god knows where and squealed in your pillow.

how do i tell him? just straight up or have him guess?

least to say, you were frustrated.

while you waited for peter’s arrival, you scrolled through TikTok and saw some coming out videos pop out on your feed. there were cakes, sweater weather, bisexual audios, you name it.

but what stuck out to you the most was their reactions. they seemed so happy and proud for their loved one and they seemed so free.

you smiled at the videos. tapping from the window then interrupted you.

you turned around from where you were laying and saw peter in his spidey suit smiling at you while holding up some delmar’s. 

he’s so precious.

you smiled back at him as you got up and walked towards your window. you opened it and peter crawled inside. 

“hey baby.” peter sighed as he got in. 

“hey.” you replied while leaning into him, giving him a hug.

“got your favorite!” peter said as he pulled away from the hug placing the delmar’s bag down on your desk.

you just smiled while nervously fiddling with your hands. peter took notice of this.

“how was patrolling?” you finally said.

“uh it was alright. i missed you though.” peter smiled nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

you looked down at your fiddling hands.

why was this so...awkward?

“well, how about you get comfy and then we can listen to Harry Styles’ new album while we eat?” you suggested trying to break the awkward silence.

“sounds great.” peter chuckled. 

while he walked over to your closet where he left his clothes, you sat on your bed turning on the TV.

“y/n what’s your top three off Harry’s House?” peter asked while he was changing.

“hmm,” you thought. “that’s hard they’re all so good!”

“correct answer. i love late night talking though,” he replied.

you smiled, clicking on the album and having it play in the background. 

peter then joined you on your bed with the delmar’s. 

“here you go.” peter said as he passed you your sandwich. 

i think i should tell him now. no wait, maybe later? 

as your thoughts continued going back in forth, you fiddled with your hands more staring off into the distance.

peter took a deep sigh then noticed your nervous state.

“hey, you okay? you’ve been acting all nervous since i got here.” peter voiced.

“just got some stuff on my mind.” you mumbled, still looking down at your hands.

“hey,” he started, placing his hand on yours to stop the fiddling, “talk to me.” 

you looked up at him, finally looking into his eyes. 

i have to tell him now.

you got out of your bed and paced around your room, peter looking at you confused.

“y/n,” peter started, furrowing his eyebrows.

“i uh- i have to tell you something.” you interrupted, still pacing around your room. 

“y/n you’re scaring me. what is it?” peter looked up at you both confusion and fear in his eyes.

he also overthought a lot.

you stopped and looked at him. you sighed and walked over to kneel in front of your bed. 

“um- please peter before i tell you this,” you started, words starting to tremble. “please don’t think of me any differently.”

you looked up at him as he looked at you with the same confused look.

despite this confusion, he nodded. 

you let out a breath. 

“god, i don’t even know how to start,” you chuckled, nervously running your hands through your hair. 

peter placed his hand on yours, a gesture to let you know he was there for you no matter what.

you squeezed his hand a bit.

“well, you know how i like boys? well obviously but- um- i also kind of like girls? well, not kind of i really like girls. but like i also really like you. i mean more then like but you know what i mean.” you rambled. you couldn’t even look at peter.

“ugh what i’m trying to say is, i’m bisexual.” you sighed. you then got the courage to look up at him. 

you couldn’t point out his expression.

and that scared the shit out of you. 

“fuck um- forget i said any of that.” you gulped while standing up, letting go of his hand and turning away from him. 

“wait, y/n.” he called as he followed you and turned you around to look at him.

your head stayed down.

“look i’m sorry. it’s just been on my mind and i had to tell you or else i literally would have exploded. but now i regret saying anything. i just ruined everything.” you apologized, still looking down at your hands.

after what felt like years of silence, peter just chuckled. 

you shot your eyes up at him, confused about why he was laughing?

“y/n, baby.” peter started, getting closer to you. “can i tell you something?”

you nodded slowly, still very confused. 

“me too.” 

“peter, what?” you huffed out in frustration.

“i uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “i also like boys and girls.”

your eyes widened.

“wait, what? you’re bi?” you questioned in disbelief.

peter smiled softly and nodded. 

you stood there for a few moments just looking at each other absorbing what had just happened.

until you pulled him into a tight hug. 

he held you close to him and sighed in comfort.

you both smiled to yourselves. feeling so free.

“did we really just come out at the same time?” you chuckled softly, breaking the silence.

peter let out a small laugh. 

“yeah, i guess we did.”

after a few moments of hugging, you two sat back on the bed. 

“you don’t know how hard it was to tell you that,” you said after taking a bite out of your sandwich. 

“how did you think i was going to react?” he questioned. 

“i don’t know. i was just overthinking i guess.” you shrugged.

“well, i’m proud of you,” he said placing his hand on yours. you smiled softly at this gesture.

“and i already kind of had a feeling.” he snickered. 

“wait what?” you questioned surprisingly.

“i mean yeah. the way you spoke about women, especially Doja Cat.” he laughed.

you gasped dramatically.

“well, i can say the same about you.” 

“oh really?” he urged.

“mhm. your love for Harry Styles is way beyond his music,” you answered. 

he paused.

“wait, is it that obvious?” he said, mouth agape. 

you two then busted out laughing at how ridiculous and clueless you both were. 

after the laughing died down, “Cinema” by Harry Styles started to play. 

“he sounds really good in this song.” peter smirked, causing you to giggle and nod. 

“well,” you started. “despite how dumb we both were to notice anything, i’m really proud of you and i’ll love you no matter what. i hope you know that.” 

he grinned. 

“same here, always.” 

you smiled at him and leaned in closer, closing the gap between you two.

it was a short kiss. though, it expressed the love and support you had for each other. 

you pulled away slowly.

“now i have someone to freak out over all my celebrity crushes with.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x y/n #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #marvel #Marvel MCU #spider man #harry’s house #bisexual #pride

[sammurphy3]

Came across a TikTok about how we should go back to shipping rare pairs and crack ships and it sent me back to all the weird pairings I used to ship back in middle school/early high school. For reference I read every possible fic on ao3 and Wattpad for:

1) Stiles Stilinski x Peter Parker (specifically Andrew Garfield)

2) Tony Stark x Dean Winchester

3) Harley Keener x Peter Parker (Tom Hollands)

4) Kevin Ryan x Javier Esposito

5) Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

#javier esposito #jon huertas #kevin ryan #Seamus dever #castle tv show #peter parker #andrew garfield #Tom holland #harley keener #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #Hawkeye #clint barton #winter soldier #the winter soldier #james barnes #Bucky Barnes #shipping #rarepair #crack ship

[stackthedeck]

Re the Tom Holland fans tagging their fics all media types: I am so dreading him showing up in the Daredevil TV show. Even just after Matt's cameo in No Way Home I occasionally get jumpscared by it, but the spideydevil tag is gonna be completely unnavigable after that show comes out

Oh bestie it’s already a nightmare halfway through reading wildly kinky spideydevil smut fic (just a causal tuesday for spideydevil fans) and Peter moans “mr Murdock” I literally threw my phone across the room. Like how did it not come up that there’s an age gap until halfway through??? Like I think the fact that I keep getting jump scared by these “all media types” fics is that mcu fans are rarely actually writing mcu Peter but like the platonic ideal of Peter Parker that exists in their brain. Because like they’re idea of Peter is somehow more mature and more infantilized than canon mcu Peter. His quips and sass feel like they’ve been picked from a compilation of Peter Parker’s most iconic one liners from like a tiktok slideshow. Like you’re quoting the comics but not reading them. It’s got the same energy as doing a book report on a book you haven’t read, other students can’t tell but I’m an English teacher I can tell you haven’t done the reading

#asks #as god as my witness I pray Disney’s daredevil sees the light of day

[harmonicakai]

hi guys!! thank you for all the love on my first txt fic <3

i figured i’d do a little intro! i used to write peter parker fanfics on my main blog @flourgirl a few years ago, but i took a break to finish college.

now i’m back and obsessed with txt!! hopefully i will be expanding into writing for other members, but hyuka is my bias :-)

feel free to follow me on tiktok for more txt content (i do a lot of album unboxings) and updates about my fics!! @harmonicakai

part 2 to anybody else but you is going to be posted within the next few days! i hope you all love it as much as i do <3