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xspeter · 1 year

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𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭) 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.

trying to adjust to life after jumping five years into the future was hard for you, well, really it was hard for everyone, but it felt especially hard for you.

you didn’t know why, but you felt like you had lost a big chunk of your life, even though technically you hadn’t. you were still exactly where you had been before the blip.

it’s weird being in the same grade with kids who the last time you talked to them, had barely started middle school. now, they sat next to you in chemistry.

you tried not to think about it to much. tried not to think about the fact that five years of your life had been stolen- that realistically, you should’ve been in college right now.

you sniffed, realizing that while you had been staring at the wall mr. harrington had already moved onto the next slide. peter knocks his knee against yours, a silent, you okay?

you glance at him and smile, nodding your head, a silent yes. you turn your attention back to the notes, trying to ignore the way peters eyes practically burn holes into your skull.

you know he doesn’t believe you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

not only has the world changed, peter seems to have as well.

he’s more closed off, a bit quieter, he seems sadder. you wish you could force him to talk to you, to tell you what was going on- but that would be a bit hypocritical wouldn’t it?

you let out a sigh of relief as the bell rings, signaling the end of fifth period and the beginning of lunch. you collect your things quickly and silently wait as peter does the same.

as you both make your trek to the cafeteria, you pass by a laughing mj. peter stops and stares for a moment, his eyes widening as he swallows and quickly begins to walk again. you roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, “go talk to her.” you suggest.

peter shakes his head quickly, “talk to who?” he asks, clearing his throat and practically speeding down the hallway.

you match his pace, “oh, come on peter. we both know that you’re like- totally in love with mj! like wes bennet and liz buxbaum type of in love.”

peter scrunches his nose, “who?”

you roll your eyes and grab his bicep, forcing him to a stop. “it doesn’t matter, what does matter is that mj 110% likes you back, and if you don’t do something about it now brad is going to beat you to it.” you say, nodding over peters shoulders to a staring brad.

when he notices you looking at him he quickly looks away, going back to talking with his friends.

peter bites the inside of his cheek, his grip on his books tightening.

“i’ll think about it.” he finally says, and you smile.

“atta boy!”

lunch has always been your favorite part of the day, even if the food is practically inedible. peter and ned argue about which star wars character is the best and why, personally you’d always had a space saved in your heart for anakin, but the only person who knew that was peter.

you do your best to drown out their arguing and instead focus on the contents of the book in front of you. if he had been with me definitely wasn’t the best book you had ever read, but you were enjoying it so far.

you almost don’t notice that ned and peter have gone completely silent until the clang of a lunch tray is sounding next to you. when you look up, you see that mj has decided that she would sit with the three of you today.

you all stare at her in silence for a moment before she scrunches her nose and laughs awkwardly. “what?” she questions.

you shrug, glancing at a blushing peter and a smirking ned.

“you’re sitting with us?” you question and she nods, pulling out her notebook and beginning to sketch. “is that a problem?” she questions.

peter shakes his head so fast you’re sure he’ll get whiplash. “no, nope! no problem!” he stumbles and mj glances at him with a raised eyebrow.

“okay…” she mumbles and you resist the urge to snort at the giddy look on peters face, instead turning your focus back to autumn and finney.

before you can even pick up where you left off though, mj pokes your shoulder.

“i’ve read that.” she says.

you hum in acknowledgment, “did you like it?” you question.

she shrugs, “it wasn’t my favorite book ever, but the ending is pretty sad.”

you nod, “yeah, i’m like 95% sure finney’s gonna die and i’m trying to mentally prepare myself.”

mj snorts and bites her lip, “i’m not gonna spoil anything, but prepare yourself.”

you laugh at that, and you ask her about any other books she’s read. your conversation continues until the end of lunch, and by that point you both have exchanged numbers and you promise to update her once you finish the book.

peter and ned are both staring at you with their jaws hanging open as you walk down the hallway to your english class, which you luckily all share.

“what?” you question and ned runs a hand through his hair.

“you just got mj’s number.” he says.

you quirk a brow, “okay?”

ned rolls his eyes at your obliviousness, “okay? y/n, you’re peters in! this is how he gets mj to date him!”

you scoff, “first off, i’m not going to bargain off my new friend so peter can live out his teenage boy fantasy and swap spit with her on his bed-”

“what!?” peter interjects, his cheeks blistering.

you ignore him and continue, “and secondly, if peter really likes her than he’ll ask her out himself. plus, i’m pretty sure she likes him back, so you don’t even need my help.” you finish.

peter stutters out a rebuttal but you shove a hand in his face, “the answer is no, peter.” you say and he sighs, his head hanging low as you enter class.

you wipe the tears that begin to brim in your eyes as you put if he had been with me back on your bookshelf. you make a mental note to text mj once you finish bawling your eyes out.

before you can curl up on your bed though, there’s a tap on your window.

you jump, startled, until you realize it’s just peter.

peter has been climbing onto your fire escape since you were both fourteen years old. no body else knew about your secret meetings except the two of you, and for some reason that made it feel sacred.

you push the window open with a grunt, helping peter stumble into the your small room.

peters eyebrows furrow when he gets a good look at you, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. “are you crying?” he questions.

you sniff, “the ending of that book was really, really, sad.”

peter rolls his eyes with a smile and removes his hand, you find that you miss the warmth it brought.

he plops onto your bed with an exaggerated sigh and you furrow your eyebrows and sit next to him.

“what’s wrong?” you question.

he huffs and turns his head away from you.

“peter, stop it.” you groan, playfully shoving him.

he sighs again, “you love me, right?” he asks.

you swallow, “well, yeah, you’re my best friend.”

he nods, “so, if you love me, you want me to be happy, right?” he asks.

you blink, “peter where is this going?”

peters expression suddenly turns very serious, and then he’s on his knees in front of you, his hands clasped together as if he were praying.

“please date me.”

can you tell that i just finished if he had been with me.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 ఌ

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #tom holland #angst #far from home #fake dating #fluff #they’re in love #bestfriends to lovers

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sadisticsongbird · 2 years

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chem partners ~ peter parker

summary: peter makes it his mission to make your life a living hell. the question is why...

warnings: language, fluff, angst, tiny bit spicy towards the end, cringy writing

word count: 4.9k (little shorter than the last one)

a/n: im a sucker for enemies to lovers and I wanted to try it out. please don’t send criticism my way. still a new writer!!! :)

There was nobody else in the world you hated more than Peter Parker. Papers and books were scattered on the floor. Whose books and papers may you ask? Yours.

“You should watch where you’re going, Y/L/N. You could hurt someone.”

You glared your eyes up to his dour, brown ones; To the eyes of the person who made it his job to torment you every day. Peter wore a smirk so sharp it could slice through a coconut in one motion. He stepped over your books still on the floor followed by his little posse of friends. You didn’t know when the sweet curly haired boy became such the bitch he was now, but you had learned to ignore him. You finished gathering your books and made your way to your locker. MJ, your best friend, was already waiting there for you.

“You gotta quit letting him push you around like that…”

“You don’t think I know that,” you snapped, opening your locker.

You stuffed your extra books in your locker, taking out your chem book for first period. As soon as you finished, MJ shut your locker door and you leaned your head against it.

“I don’t know why you don’t say anything. Teachers or counselors could-”

“No. I’m not going to anyone. If I rat Peter out, it’ll be worse than it already is.”

You started walking away and MJ quickly came up behind. You wanted to go to someone, get Peter in trouble, and while it was the truth that you didn’t want to make the teasing worse, you had another motive behind it. You walked up to the door of the classroom and opened it, waving a goodbye to MJ, who had a different class. Opening the door all the way, you were greeted by a quiet hello from Mrs. Cobbwell. Keeping your head down, you made your way to the empty lab table in the back of the room and began scrolling on your phone before the bell rang. You dazed off on the brightness reflecting off of your screen until you felt a rustle beside you. Your focus shifted to the annoying boy beside you.

“Fuck off, Peter. I’ve had enough this morning.”

“Aww, did someone not get enough sleep last night?”

Your eyes shot daggers towards him, but you continued to ignore him and his antics.

“Come on, Y/N, you can’t ignore me forever,” he finished as the bell went off.

Peter, though, didn’t move a muscle. He sat still in the seat beside you, waiting for class to start.

“The hell are you doing?” you whispered towards him.

“Waiting for class to begin. Now, shut up.”

Your mouth fell open. The nerve of this boy. Mrs. Cobbwell snapped you out of it by throwing a reading assignment up on the board. Continuing to disregard the boy next to you, you opened your book to the page assigned and began reading. You dug into your bag and snuck out your earbuds, beginning a playlist consisting of Disney songs. You barely get two pages in before feeling a poking on the side of your arm. You hastily turned to face Peter.

“What. do. you. want,” you seethed.

“Cobby’s talking.”

You rolled your eyes at Peter’s nickname for Cobbwell and took your earbud out to tune in to your teacher’s instructions.

“The assignment provided will be assessed in two different ways. One will be the standard test on paper and the other will be a physical project. By yourself, please read the entirety of the chapter and take notes. You won’t be able to take the test unless finished. For the physical project, you will make a model of one of the reactions in the body shown in the chapters. The project will be completed with a partner.”

Oh, no.

Maxwell, one of your classmates, raised his hand. “Do we get to pick out our partners?”

You crossed your fingers under the table. Please say yes. Please say yes. PLEASE.

“No. Your partner will be your current lab partner.”

Of all the things that have already happened this morning, this one had to be the fucking worst. Before you could get a chance to express your opinion, Peter was already looking at you with a cocky grin.

“This’ll be fun,” he teased.

Angrily, you tucked your head in between your arms and groaned.

✏🖤✏🖤✏

You opened the door to your home and shut it with a deafening slam. You heard and smelt your mom working away in the kitchen. It was just you and her. You never met your father and you were okay with that. You were perfectly happy living the small life that you did with your biggest role model. Rounding the corner, you were cursed with a view of flour all over the counter and floors and a dancing mother amidst it all.

“Hey, sweetie. How was school?”

“Terrible,” you said, setting your stuff down beside the counter. “Whatcha making?”

“I tried making cookies. Didn’t go too hot.” Your mom frowned as she held up a plate of charred cookies. There were a couple that didn’t look too bad, so you grabbed one off of the plate.

Your mom brushed a hand through your hair as you took a bite. “What made your day so bad?” she asked.

You couldn’t tell her. “Just homework, a big partner project.”

She hummed. “Who’s the partner?”

“Peter…” you mumbled.

“...Parker?” she finished. You nodded your head, sticking the last of the cookie into your mouth. “God, I never see that boy anymore. May either. Why don’t you work on the project over here? Tell Peter to bring May. I need to catch up with her.”

You gave your mother a gentle smile, but you didn’t want to dwell on this any longer. Grabbing your backpack off of the floor, you slung it over your shoulder and waved silently at your mom. You made your way to your room where you threw off your backpack and relaxed on your bed. Your mom was right. You never saw the Parkers anymore. Truth was, you and Peter used to be best friends. You did everything together, from playing at the park to ice cream outings to decathlon team freshman year. Peter knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. People asked if you were a couple all the time because of the amount of time you spent together. But something changed sophomore year. He stopped talking to you. When you asked to hang out, he shot you down or made a snarky remark. You would’ve just thought that it’d be a blip in the road until he stopped hanging out with you, MJ, and Ned. He quit the decathlon team and started to be around people like Harry Osborn and Liz Allen. Ned and MJ both tried to convince him to come back, but it was no use. Sometimes you thought you saw looks of guilt in his eyes, but it was slowly masked by a new, jeering look. You continued to spiral through memories until your eyes closed under the weight of exhaustion.

✏🖤✏🖤✏

You buried yourself in your textbook to avoid having to conversate with Peter. You still couldn’t believe Cobbwell stuck you in a two-week-long project with the person you probably hate most in this world. While you were angry with the pairing, at least you were still trying to do some work on the project so as not to get a failing grade. Peter, however, was not so helpful. Every time you got your head out of the book, Peter was talking to his new friends who had been put together.

“So, when are you finally going to ask her out?”

“How many times I gotta tell you, Osborn? She’s just… She’s just not someone I’d go for.”

“Well, who would you go for? Someone like her?” Harry asks, pointing at you.

Peter spun around to see you looking at him. Waiting for his reply. He wanted to say maybe, but he just scoffed, avoiding the question. You, embarrassed and cheeks reddening, turned away, pulling yourself back into your studies. Peter went back to talking with his friends, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointment - or was it just hurt - in your eyes. His thoughts and conversations were interrupted by the sound of the class bell ringing.

“Hey, Y/L/N.”

You carried on with packing your bag and closing your notes, not wanting to listen to a word that the boy said to you.

“Y/L/N,” he kept pushing. You continued to ignore him.

“Y/N!”

You zipped up your bag with a yank. “What?” you replied, voice coated in annoyance.

“We need to start working on the project.”

“Yeah, we should begin working. Maybe for a start, instead of chatting with your friends and criticizing me, read your textbook!” you yelled, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and marching out of the lab.

Peter was taken aback. He had teased you, yes, but you had never yelled back before. It almost made him feel bad. But then he remembered why he was doing it in the first place. He needed you to hate him. He needed you to stay away from. If he apologized, it’d be one step closer to putting you in danger. He stepped out of the classroom, watching you dig through your locker for your math book. Yeah, he knew your schedule. Why wouldn’t he? His head was spinning with thoughts of you, so instead of going to his next class, he walked out of school. He ran to the nearest alleyway to put on his suit. He always felt better after swinging around the city, making sure the people of Queens were safe. As he shot web after web at rooftop after rooftop, he felt more comfortable and at ease. His mind melted into images of you.

You two were glued at the hip in your younger years. Every afternoon after school, you two would walk to your house, and Peter and you would play until May came to pick him up. He would beg to stay after seeing your frown when it was time for him to go. Sometimes May and your mom would give in and you tried your hardest to stay up all night, running on juice boxes and cookies. He remembered going to the movies with you and Ned. He loved it when you would curl up into his side when a scary part came on and he loved when you would fall asleep, so he got to gently wake you up when the credits finished rolling. To tell the truth, he was in love with you. He knew you better than anyone, well, anyone other than MJ at this point. You made him feel like no other girl could. And to him, that was dangerous.

After he became Spider-Man officially and known to the public, that meant a target was on his back. For him and for all of his loved ones. He obviously couldn’t get rid of May, but he could distance himself from the rest of his world. His ‘friends’ at school he never talked to outside of school. He distanced himself from Ned and MJ because he didn’t want them to have any association with Spider-Man. It was hard for him to stay away from you. He figured he would start to distance himself a little, love you from afar. But every time he thought it was working, you would ask him what was up or if he could do something together. It got harder and harder to love you from a distance, so he told himself that he needed to put on the act of hating you. And as much as he hated it, it seemed to do the trick. You didn’t talk to him as much and soon it looked like you hated him just as much as he seemed to hate you. Peter didn’t want it to go on this long. He wasn’t good at hurting and teasing. Had he hurt your feelings before, he would have apologized right away. And now shouldn’t be different. Peter hesitantly grabbed out his phone typing a short message:

peter: i'll be at your house for the project tonight at 7

When you looked at your phone, you saw a message from the person you hadn’t had the heart to block. And honestly, it made your heart flood a little. ‘

✏🖤✏🖤✏

You hated to admit that you had cleaned up for Peter. I mean, yes you didn’t want him to think you were a slob, but you also didn’t want to give him something else to tease you about. Your mom was elated to see Peter again. She asked if May was coming and you said you forgot to ask. You were so distracted with cleaning that you didn’t notice Peter standing against the door frame, staring your ass and body up and down as you bent over to pick a few stray pieces of clothing.

“Nice room.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, dropping the clothing that you had just picked up. “God, Parker.” You put your hand against your chest to take a deep breath.

“‘S changed since I last saw yo- I mean it.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his slip-up. That was the Peter you missed. You had both found comfort in each other’s homes, not needing to hide your true selves from one another.

“Well, the rooms aren’t the only things that have changed.” Your eyes narrowed and he mirrored the look. The tension in the room was thick. You could see the way Peter ground his jaw. He had done it a few times before, but never towards you. Only when he was mad at comments the jocks made or at homework assignments even he couldn’t figure out. You rolled your eyes and turned around before speaking again. “Where are your books?”

“Hmm?”

“Your books? How are we supposed to go over anything without them?”

“Relax, Y/N. We’ll just use yours.”

You let out a quiet groan, stumbling over to your bag, and grabbing out your books. You laid them on your bed and Peter immediately snatched the chem book by the cover.

“God, you idiot! Don’t grab it there. You’ll break it.”

“Fuck, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes for what seemed the hundredth time that night and began to read and take notes. Peter was honestly impressed with your notecards and dedication to getting this project done. In the past, he would have had this done already, but his new school lifestyle made him change his habits.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “Anabolic pathways break down the larger molecules to create energy.”

“No,” you scoffed. “Anabolic pathways form the chemical bonds to MAKE the macromolecules.” You paused. “You used to be really good at this sciencey stuff. What happened?”

Peter gasped. “Hey, give me a break. I haven’t looked at the readings that thoroughly yet,” he exclaims, pointing at your notes and letting out a soft laugh.

You laugh, too, but quickly retract it, not expecting the act. It felt like normal again. Peter and you eased back into it effortlessly and it scared you. As much as you wanted it to feel real, it seemed like there was a hidden motive behind it or something. As you realized your proximity to Peter, you moved yourself off of your bed and onto the chair next to your desk. Peter noticed this and couldn’t help but frown. Just as much as you missed the normal, he did too. He loved that you were kind of getting back to the way it used to be, but he had to remember, he couldn’t let you get too close. Peter’s face went emotionless again and looked at the textbook as you did. However, he couldn’t recall a single thing that he read off of the pages. He loved how close you were to him just moments ago. He could’ve put a hand on your knee like he used to do when you were stressed or pull you in for a quick kiss like he wanted to do so many times.

“I’m gonna go grab some snacks. Want anything?” you asked, monotone.

You gently smiled to himself. “Surprise me.”

You stood from your desk and made your way to the door. Peter watched you sway out the door before immediately rising from the bed. He stumbled over to your desk where you had Polaroids hung above. He looked at some pictures of you and MJ. There were some of you and Betty. He never saw you hanging out with her. Part of that was probably accredited to not hanging out with you for a while. His eyes moved over all of the artifacts just laying on your desk. The flower pot that you had both painted when you were six. He didn’t think that you would keep anything that reminded you of him after the way that he treated you. He moved over to the corner of your room where he noticed a box sitting under your chair. He crouched down and pulled the box out from under. And on the top was his name. He carefully lifted off the lid and started to go through its contents. He found a couple of his sweatshirts and shirts that he thought he had lost. There were a couple of picture frames with pictures of him with his old friends. He couldn’t believe all of the stuff he found. There was so much of him in your life and he couldn’t even imagine how much it hurt. As he got closer and closer to the bottom of the box, he noticed a single Polaroid in the bottom. It was the picture you took together on the night of your last day of summer before high school. He had placed a kiss on your cheek and you scrunched your nose at the action. He had asked you after you had taken the picture if he could have it, but you were reluctant in keeping it. It was his favorite picture of you two. He was so deep in his head that he barely noticed you standing at the door with a bag of chips

“What are you doing?!” you yelled.

Peter jumped and held his hands up. “I’m, uh… I just…”

“Get out of there!” you yelled, setting the bag down on the bed and storming over to pack up the box.

Peter’s attitude changed quickly and his eyebrows furrowed. “Why should I? Half of the stuff is mine!” You rolled your eyes, hastily putting the things back in their place. “If you hate me so much, why keep it?” Peter asked. You ignored him. “Y/N, answer me.”

You kept silent, making sure that nothing was missing. Uh oh. “The Polaroid… No, no, no! Where the fuck did you put it?”

Peter put on his cocky front again. “What Polaroid?” You scoffed and glared at him. “Oh, you mean this Polaroid?” he said, slowly pulling the picture out from behind his back.

“Give it back,” you said firmly.

“You,” he paused, “still haven’t answered my question.”

“Parker, fuck off. Give it back.”

Peter backed up towards the door and you were quick to follow him. He continued to hold it high over your head as you chased him around your bedroom. Peter tripped over the edge of your carpet and got himself stuck in a corner. With you blocking any escape.

“Hand. It. Over.”

“Make me.”

You groaned. You had had enough of him tonight. “Peter, just stop. What do I have to do to make you stop teasing me?” Feeling the tears well up, you tried your hardest not to cry in front of him.

Although you tried your best to fight the tears, you couldn’t hide the fact from your Peter. He saw the defeat in your eyes and it made it impossible to stop the next words from slipping from his mouth. “Kiss me.”

Your mood changed suddenly. “What?”

Peter was silent himself and let his arm fall to his side. “Uhm…”

You didn’t know who leaned in first, but suddenly, your lips were attached. The kiss was clumsy at first, both getting used to the feel of each other’s skin. But the longer Peter had his lips on yours, the easier it was to fall into place with one another. Peter pushed you towards the bed, rarely taking his lips off of your body. Down your jaw, sucking on your neck, back to your own lips, all while you were letting out whimpers. Peter quickly spun you around when you got close enough to the bed and pulled you into his lap. The moment you were both situated, Peter slipped his tongue into your mouth, wanting to get a lasting taste of you. Even as you felt arousal pool in your panties. Peter broke from you and moved to take his shirt off and you were shocked at how ripped the boy was. Peter was always a scrawny little kid and, yes, you did notice the growing biceps in the first couple of months of being apart, but you didn’t think it was this much.

“Well…” Peter muttered in your ear, “what do ya think?”

“I think you need to shut up and kiss me.”

Peter crashed his lips back on yours as you started grinding on his lap. His bulge was beginning to grow and was rubbing against your panties, making you whimper even louder this time. With your hands tangled in his hair, he moved his lips down to your neck and began sucking on the sweet spot right under your ear. You began trying to take off your own shirt and Peter’s hands followed to help. Breaking contact with you, he lifted it over your head. He couldn’t believe the view he was granted. He never thought that he could have this with you, let alone anything with you, ever again. In Peter’s pondering, he stood up, holding your thighs to keep you close to him. Everything was perfect. He closed his eyes as he buried his face in your neck, gathering in your scent, your taste, your everything. But as he went to lay you down, he was a few inches short of the bed.

Both of you fell down on each other, on top of Peter’s backpack where you felt something hard and sharp poke you in the back.

“Ouch,” you groaned.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Peter muttered quickly.

Peter stood up quickly and lent you a hand to help you up. As soon as you were on your feet, you put a hand on Peter’s cheek and kissed him. “Peter, it’s okay.” He smiled and leaned into your hand, but that happiness was short-lived when he noticed his web-shooters and suit had fallen out of his bag in the mishap. Before he could stop you, you turned around to see his biggest secret lying on the floor. “Peter,” you turned to look at him with betrayal-filled eyes, “what is that?”

He hesitated before speaking. “It’s, uh, it’s just…” He took a deep breath before sighing. “It’s the Spider-Man suit.”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth fell open bigger. You took a step back from Peter’s half-naked form. “You’re the Spider-Man?”

“Yeah,” Peter murmured, keeping his eyes on the ground, not having the heart to look at you.

You tried putting the pieces together. Spider-Man first appeared your freshman year. That means Peter lied to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Before Peter could open his mouth to speak, you interrupted him. “No, never mind. I… Can… Just go to the bathroom. I need a moment.”

Peter grabbed his shirt off of the floor beside you and went to the bathroom to release himself. His thoughts were still flooded with you. YOU kissed HIM. Were you guys about to have sex? Peter didn’t know, but as he released into his hand and began cleaning up, he felt instant regret. You knew. All that he had worked to avoid came unraveled. How were you guys supposed to get back to normal? Even if you did know and there would be no point in staying away from you anymore, he hurt you too badly. He thought that you would never be able to forgive that. So he stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, wondering what was going to happen now.

You sat at the edge of your bed, shirt on again, and stared at the suit that belonged to your local superhero, the suit that belonged to Peter. Why hadn’t he told you? Was he ever going to tell you? Is this why he left? Even if it was why he left, why did he feel the need to make your life a living hell afterward? None of these questions would be answered if Peter stayed in the bathroom. You got up from the edge of your bed, moving Peter’s things out of the way with your feet, and began sorting through the mess you and Peter made around your room. You needed to talk to Peter, but you still needed some time to think it through.

✏🖤✏🖤✏

Peter stood up from the toilet and his legs hurt from sitting too long. He adjusted his eyes to the light after turning his phone off. Just as he was opening the door, your fist was held up in the air, prepared to knock.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi.” God, it was like awkward teenage years again.

“Can we-” “I’m so-”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You go first.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the bed. Shivers ran up his arm as you touched him for the first time in twenty minutes. You both sat in silence, staring at your fingers, for a few moments before you finally spoke up.

“Why, Peter? Why did you leave so suddenly? Why did you not want to talk to me? Why didn’t you tell me about Spider-Man?”

Another moment of silence.

“Because I wanted to protect you,” he said before looking at you.

“From what?”

Peter took a deep breath. “When I became an official superhero, under Mr. Stark and everything, crime and villains in Queens started to show up more. They all knew that I was the protector of the city, kind of. Had they found me and found out who I really was, it immediately became a target on the backs of everyone I love and care for.”

“But…but then why not tell me?”

“I…”

“What? You didn’t trust me enough?”

“NO! No, no. Don’t ever think that. I just… I didn’t tell anyone. Not even May knows. I just didn’t want it to slip out. You know how bad Ned is with secrets.” You let out a quiet giggle.

“That makes sense. The distance I get. But why tease me? Did I do something?”

“I, uh…I wanted…I NEEDED to find a way to keep you away from me. You kept asking to hang out with me. You wanted to know why I quit the decathlon team. I needed you to leave me alone, so I figured if I put on the show that I hated you, you’d be safe.” He paused and searched your eyes for anything. A reaction, a tear.

“You hurt me,” you mumbled as a tear fell from the outer corner of your eye.

Instinctively, Peter put a finger up to catch it and wipe it away from your face. “Y/N, I love you more than anything. YOU were the one person that I NEEDED to be safe. May is automatically connected to me, so there is not much I can do. But you… You needed to have a life uninvolved in this superhero stuff. Had anything bad happened to you, I’m not sure I could’ve lived with that. I figured that it was better to hurt your feelings than to see you hurt or killed by the villains I go up against.”

Peter swung his arm around you, pulling you into him. You gently rested your head on his shoulder, taking in the scent of Peter. You had him close again. “You love me?”

“I do. You had no idea how much it broke me to stay away from you.”

“I think it broke me more,” you said with a sad laugh.

Peter chuckled too. “I know you probably won’t forgive me, but I want to work things out again between us. I don’t care if the only interactions we have are a smile in the hall. I just need to know we’re all right.”

You pondered for a moment before speaking up. “It’s going to be hard to get back to where we were, but it’s even harder to go without you. I packed up all of your things and kept them because I still needed a piece of you to hold onto, no matter how much you hurt me. I love you too, Peter, and I want to make this work.”

Peter placed a kiss on your forehead and you both sat there for a few moments more. It was sure going to be difficult, but you two would fix it together. As you fell asleep in Peter’s arms that night, you realized that there was nobody else in the world you loved more than Peter Parker.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman fluff #bestfriends to lovers #bestfriends to enemies #enemies to lovers

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sacharinee · 11 months

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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions

wc: 1200+

a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)

peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.

now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.

“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.

his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.

however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.

his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”

you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.

you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”

peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?”

“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”

peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.”

the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”

“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine.

peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you.

“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively

you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.”

peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”

honk!

“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths.

“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”

peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.

“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?”

it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.

it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not.

you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal.

you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount.

you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”

you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.

“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.

“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”

“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.

you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.

“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.”

you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”

peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”

another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.

“you sound jealous.”

peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.

“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”

you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”

peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.

“there’s something you’re not telling me.”

hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.

except, he doesn’t.

the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you.

“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.”

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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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kinda really into a bestfriends w/ no boundaries with tasm!peter 👀

andrew’s just seems the touchiest haha <33

touchy feely fool – peter parker (tasm)

pairing: tasm!peter x bff gn!reader

warnings: use of y/n, no specific pronouns mentioned, PETER FLUFF!!!!!!!!

a/n: IM BACK POOKIES RAAHHH

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"peter!"

"y/n!"

you laugh, "why are you being so touchy today? i have to study for kaminksy's test."

"you're the smartest student in our grade. everyone knows you'll pass," peter responds, not daring to move his arms from hanging loosely around your neck.

"plus, you promised we'd have our movie night tonight, since someone bailed last weekend," he added.

"not really my fault i got sick pete," you answer, gaining a small chuckle out of the boy.

peter rests his chin on top of your head, watching as you continue writing flashcards for biology.

"are you almost done?" peter whines.

you giggle at his impatience, "i have four more cards peter. think you can wait that long?"

peter lets out a grumble for an answer, before flopping backwards onto your bed.

twelve minutes pass and just as promised, you stand from your desk chair to face peter. the boy instantly lights up, "are you done?"

you nod, "yes pete, now what movie do you want-"

before you can even get your question out, you feel your body being lifted off the ground. you can't help but laugh as you realize peter's holding you by your waist and running down your hallway towards your living room.

"peter!" your laughter continues, until he places you on the couch. "was that really necessary?" you move any hair that got in your face from the moment prior.

"yes, it was absolutely necessary," peter simply answers, before kneeling down and looking through the dvds beside the tv stand.

"you're an idiot parker," you can't help but smile.

peter smiles, "your favorite idiot."

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landothemuppet · 1 year

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Please, notice me | part. one

wordcount → 3.4K

summary → It has been eight months since The Blip. It also has been months since you live with Peter’s new obsession, increased feelings for a girl who isn’t you. You believed you would finally spend time with your friends during the Europe trip, this summer. It was without counting on Peter’s Plan. You try to enjoy those last days in New-York with your best friend.

disclaimer → This mini-series takes place during the events of FFH and NWH movies. The fic will contain many of those movie scenes, including some bonus scenes. the Spider-Man divider is from @silkholland

pairing ↳ peter parker x female!bestfriend!reader

warning(s) → angst, jealousy.

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“I have a plan” Your best friend announced, as he sat spontaneously in his chair, somewhat agitated.

He didn’t wait a second longer to state his so-called plan, as if it seemed the best idea in the world.

But Peter wasn't Peter without his hard-contained hyperactivity, which didn't stop you from smiling to yourself. All of Peter's clumsy features made him incredibly endearing.

Ned listened intently to your friend's ramblings as you absentmindedly continued your drawing in your sketchbook. In fact, Peter always had a plan. Well, he almost always had one, except in the important moments when he let his instincts or his feelings take over. But lately, your sweet best friend had a multitude of plans, all aimed at one and the same goal. And that's why, despite all the consideration you had for the boy with the curly brown hair, you didn't give importance to his new schemes.

You still caught Ned telling your best friend not to do any of this, with a lot of irony, which made you split a small chuckle. You loved your friend’s candor. Ned always had the gift to make you laugh, or just smile, even when it was serious. He tried to convince your friend with arguments about the single life, which you didn’t really pay attention to. To tell the truth, it often happened that you locked yourself in your world while your two best friends rambled about various subjects. Today was not an exception.

Ned had never understood Peter’s sudden fondness for MJ, so do you. It was like your best friend, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens, had woken up one morning with an obsession… Some wake up from a coma by speaking a language they never spoke… Others, like Peter, discover relatively sudden feelings for people they had never considered before. He always talked about her as if she were the most impressive person on the planet, He always looked at her as if she could hang the moon and the stars, He drank her words as if she could put the universe in a bottle. And it had been going on for months, without you knowing why his feelings had grown overnight. You felt like one day he was madly in love with Liz, the next day he was fighting his father, and the next day MJ had become all of Peter’s conversation subjects. And since then, you felt like your head was going to explode.

Your fingers continued to scribble while your mind continued to wander in your own thoughts. Chance, or the irony of fate, call it what you want, wanting the next song on your playlist to reflect exactly the feelings that lay dormant in you.. You were that kind of person who created incredible scenarios in your head when you were listening to music. Thus, a cover of “Mr. Sandman” could send your mind into a torrential rain, where your body was lying in a pool of blood while your soulmate, the biggest charismatic mobster in London, begged you to stay with him.

"Y/N ?" Peter asked

You looked up, the cloud of thoughts dissipating from your eyes to meet your best friend's chocolate gaze.

There was something with his eyes, something that always attracted you. A comforting warmth, a spark of innocence, an open window to the extraordinary person that was Peter Parker. But at that moment, his expression was one of expectation and as you turned your head towards Ned, you only met the same expression. A question on hold, awaiting your response, your opinion.

“No, yeah…Peter’s right. It’s a great plan”.

Ned shook his head in resignation while your other best friend gave you that idiot puppy smile. You always followed Peter's path, the Filipino knew it. And that sometimes caused tensions in the past. It had always been Ned, you and Peter but your friend was not fooled and knew that your feelings for the one who embodied Spider-Man during his free time, would always take over your decision. It was unintentional.

Yet, You didn't want Ned to feel left out again. You were therefore in an awkward position, not knowing the details of the conversation. But admitting you weren't listening might hurt Peter.

"But Ned isn't wrong either" you added, hoping to satisfy everyone.

Peter grimaced, a look of incomprehension on his face. At that moment, you wished you had listened to Peter's plan, but your heart wasn't in it.

"Okay, sure…" Peter said "But I really like MJ, man"

You have chosen this moment to return to your notebook until Peter's restless behavior distracts you from your drawing again.

"She's coming up. Just DON'T say anything." Peter panicked a bit.

MJ stood in front of you. You politely greeted her with a smile as the two boys rambled on. Ned threw the information that Peter had a plan then tried to catch up. You raised your eyebrows at the "teaspoon collection" excuse, even more so when Peter simply blamed it on Ned. What did you do to deserve friends like that? "Oh. Okay. Well, that was a real rollercoaster." MJ said and again, you try to suppress your chuckle. The brunette girl turned to you, patiently waiting, standing a bit awkwardly as she always did and you pinched your lips and shrugged. She was waiting for your own plans for this trip.

"I guess, I’m going to keep an eye on these idiots and take a little interest in art in Venice… but above all, keep an eye on these morons." "It sounds like a great responsibility," she said in her legendary laid-back manner. "It is."

Peter and Ned gave you their offended but quite adorable looks. It would be a lie to say that you weren't the quiet strength of the group. MJ then advised you to use VPNs to protect yourself from the government and you nodded politely again, this time uninterested in why the young woman was interested in conspiracy theories. Ned merely added a remark about the fact that all this had gone well, implying that MJ had not discovered Peter’s plan, and you laughed as your friend gave the Filipino a somewhat impressed and annoyed look, stalling his tongue against his cheek to suppress a sarcastic remark of which he had the secret.

You liked that side of Peter. You found it rather amusing. That little something, those little facial expressions that hinted that Peter could be pungent. That kind of look he just gave at Ned that told you he was holding back some sarcasm…a little verbal rant that would be extremely well thought out and not necessarily harmful. A kind of "no kidding?" non-verbal. And that made Parker sexy.

Sexy wasn't the first word one would associate with Peter Parker. Some would say: loser, weird, nerd or even would ask ; "who?". Usually, You would have said cute….but at that moment, his somewhat sarcastic attitude made your stomach turn deliciously. Peter's gaze softened as it rested on you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"So, what are you going to do on this science trip?" he asked, as if you hadn’t already answered the question a few minutes earlier, when MJ asked you to. "Anything but science. I really go there for the art. I mean Italy and France are two countries known for their talented artists, right?"

Your gaze shifted to Ned, who shrugged, unaware of your words. Ned and Peter weren't really cheerful or interested with the Renaissance paintings, they were more like: Star Wars LEGO Death Star. What you also appreciate, you would not lie, but you appreciate the poetry in old paintings and sculptures. Some would call you pathetic, others would simply call you romantic.

The bell rang and you simply put your sketchbook in your backpack. You followed Ned and Peter down the halls, this time a little more focused on the conversation. Several students rushed to clean their lockers before the end of the year, while others seemed eager to throw away their classes as if they would no longer need them. You walked through the doors to a new hallway where you saw Flash throwing food from his locker into a trash can. You could not suppress a grimace of disgust.

"So what are you going to do on your last days in New York?” Ned asked Peter while you three walked through the hall. “Ooh, I have some errands to run.” started to answer Peter

You continued on your way when you felt the projectile thrown by Flash fall on your shoulder bag. You looked at the man with an angry look, not doubting that this piece of stale pizza was undoubtedly aimed at Peter. But the widespread indifference of your best friends about it just kept you going your way, so you could focus on the conversation again.

“I have to get a mini toothpaste, pick up my passport and then take down the Manfredi crime family.” “Oh” Ned said, impressed about the last part of Peter’s to-do list. “Can I come? I need to do that too!” you quickly said, only to face two surprised looks from your friends. “ I mean, except the take down Manfredi crime family thing”

There was hope in your eyes. You wanted to spend some time with Peter because a strange feeling told you that you wouldn't during this trip to Europe. The exchange of glances between your two friends indicated a silent conversation and Peter seemed to hesitate. He looked at you with his sheepish expression, his mouth forming an O, waiting to speak his words.

"Uh yeah.. yeah, I mean, if you have to do it…you can do it with me," he said, moving his head and shoulders frantically in a mismatch between his gestures and his words. You could sense the anxiety and hesitation in his behavior. "Are you sure? I can do it alone if you don't want me…it's just…"

You didn’t want to be a burden on Peter, You initially thought his reluctance was due to his Spider-Man business. Although you’ve been his friend for as long as you can remember, you were only made aware of his dual identity after Ned. The truth is, you discovered his secret recently at the prom. As you were leaving the bathroom to join your group of friends, you had met Peter who would run quickly towards the exit, without having seen you. You saw him lifting a bunch of lockers like he was wearing a light weight. Then Ned disappeared from the evening. The next day, you confronted them and were told: Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

You then thought that his purchases were then about his plan to seduce MJ. So, if he had things he wanted to do in your absence, that was perfectly legitimate. You asked only from a practical point of view. You could see the various feelings passed through the eyes of your best friend: the misunderstanding of your withdrawal, the fear of having possibly hurt you, the panic of your weak disappointment. Peter Parker was a quick emotional kettle.

"No. No, you can come with me. Come with me, please Y/N." Peter asked more peacefully, almost begging you to come this time.

You smiled politely, mixed emotions, and then nodded your head in acquiescence. You weren’t really sure that Peter wanted you to be there. You looked at Ned who shrugged and said he had to be with his Lola for the rest of the week.

You first went to Delmar to buy the necessary supplies: mini toothpaste, and small bottles to pour hygiene products into (shower gel, shampoo, make-up remover), without forgetting about electric plug adaptors. The best grocer in Queens kept cheering you up. He always did. His eagerness and interest in the lives of his clients were always remarkable and you loved the interactions he had with you or with Peter. You were amused to see Mr Delmar’s enthusiasm for the call-up of Europe, and how Peter had destroyed all the hopes of your favorite grocer by evoking science. Once again, you could only understand his reaction, the saw was not the main reason that convinced you to make this trip.

You quietly laughed at Peter trying to ask in Spanish for a headphone double adapter, - knowing that Spain was not a stopover on your trip to Europe, and that Italian, despite what you might think, did not look like Spanish at all - . You pinched your lips so as not to laugh more when the grocer answered him nonchalantly with a simple "what" in Spanish. However, you were not able to suppress a funny smile when Peter asked for the dual headphone adapter, this time in English. Mr. Delmar corrected him with a smile, as you strolled through the nearby candy stand, cuddling Murph who was laying on a display. Peter’s interaction with the grocer made your cheeks warm. Peter had this facility to joke with such confidence, blatantly denying that his Spanish was wobbly and that his request was almost accurate in comparison to the words used by Mr Delmar.

“You finally asked Y/N’s out. You’re a great guy, Peter Parker” Mr Delmar said with a “dad proud” look on his face. “Oh, no…no Mr. Delmar it’s not what you.. ” started Peter, trying to find his words.

Peter's gaze turned to you then to the grocer, several times in a row. His mouth opened and closed to find the words. He seemed to run out of words, overwhelmed, like a stray puppy.

Why did everyone keep believing that you and him could be a thing? May, now Mister Delmar, even Karen, the AI of his suit seemed to believe that Y/N was more than a friend to him.

Could you think so too? Could you think that you both could be " a thing" ? Peter’s heart went crazy, not sure to be excited about it or stressed out, or terrified. You were his friend, right? He really liked MJ, by the way. But the idea of you both dating as…lovers? It couldn't be that bad… Peter shook his head to clarify his mind, trying in vain to find an answer to the grocer.

“We…well, She’s…” the brown haired boy continued.

How could this adorable stuttering boy be the brash and brave Spider-Man? You could clearly see two aspects of his personality… The mask must have helped, you thought.

You had to save Peter from this embarrassing situation. You must have. That's what friends do, right? And to be fair, it was awkward for you too. You wished it were true. You hoped that Peter feels the same way as you do. But you clearly could see how the thought of it disturbed your adorable dork friend. It was hurting you to hear your best friend arguing with his thoughts and words about it, over and over and over…and over. You approached the counter placing three small packets of gummy bears on it.

“We aren't together, Mr. Delmar… There’s for another girl.” you say with a small shy smile, lips pressed together, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Peter looked at you, he gave you the same smile you gave him a few seconds ago. You could feel the look of pity the grocer was giving you. This man knew everything, he was, as you liked to call him, the soul of Queens. Nothing escaped him, not a single gossip, not a single crisp story escaped his ears. He had always listened, voluntarily or unintentionally. He was the confidant of an entire neighborhood. The best sandwiches in Queens but also the best advice. Peter’s eyebrows frowned at the sight of the gelatin gummy bears, not sure of the reason for this compulsive purchase, on his check.

“Hey, what’s that for?” He practically shouted, somewhat offended by your audacity

You shrugged nonchalantly, almost too confident, a mischievous little smile on the corner of your mouth.

“You owe me one. I bought you some churros the other day” “Fine,” Peter said, defeated.

You wrinkled your nose smiling victoriously and, in your spontaneity, you thanked him while laying a kiss on his cheek, as his became redder than your favorite candy. He might be in love with another girl but Peter Parker, remained Peter Parker. An adorable boy very clumsy with girls.

It was a bad idea. It was even a very bad idea to follow Peter everywhere he needed to go before packing his suitcase for your student trip in Europe.

You were now in a pawn shop and your best friend was trying to resell figurines to get money to offer a special jewel for MJ - unsurprisingly -. Once again, you took a step back, letting Peter do his stuff as you had nothing to sell to this guy who seemed a little unpleasant to you.

“You’re sure about this ?” the salesman asked him. “Yeah. I wanna buy a girl I like something really nice”

Jealousy, Jealousy. You felt your blood boil and turn into liquid acid, and if curses had been real - after all, you lived in a world where your seventeen-year-old best friend had fought an alien in space - your skin would’ve turned a bright shade of green. Not the elegant, poetic emerald green, no. A straight-up radioactive green one that was the perfect metaphor for how "corrosive" was the feeling who grew in your stomach.

Especially since one of these figurines were gifts that you had given to Peter. So, seeing him like that, selling his goods to impress a girl, that put you out of your mind. You were hurt. You felt your worth was less than MJ’s. It wasn’t really about the figurine, you were aware that we were all growing up at some point in our lives and that it was normal for us to separate from material goods over time. You couldn’t understand his logic. Peter was in love, certainly…. But to the point of abandoning objects related to his passions, for a girl? It was improbable. It was totally disproportionate.

‘Hm. Well, I hope she’s worth it. Is it her?’

The man pointed to you, as you walked down the aisles again in search of a trinket. There were so many things at such different prices. You were pretty sure you’d find some treasures in the stalls of that second-hand store. Peter looked at you and his ears turned red.

“Oh. No. No, she’s my best friend Y/N. She’s nice, but she’s not… That’s not her” He tried to whisper so you wouldn’t hear him…as if you possessed his super-hearing. “Whatever.” “Are you done Peter? The passport office will close soon” you asked, a bit anxious to be late at the passport office.

Peter quickly looked at you, his chocolate surprised doe eyes. He blinked, tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack, eager to sell his figurines while hoping not to be scammed by the seller.

“Yeah…yeah” “So, all of them, buddy?” “Actually, can I keep the Lobot” Peter asked, like a sad child, moving almost unbalanced from foot to foot, hesitant.

He reached out to his figurine and the seller gave it back. Peter’s eyes landed directly on the little plastic toy, as if relieved to have picked up the Lobot, an adorable smile on his face.

“Thanks. Yeah, I'll keep that one.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you were softened by the attitude of your best friend. Even though he was love-struck - and it always hurt you to realize that it wasn’t for you - there was still the Peter Parker you had always known. Same old nerd Peter Parker : nerd but cute.

Finally, you both went to the passport office. The line up was long and you felt Peter become increasingly stressed during the day. As your best friend seemed impatient, you looked up at him and saw him tapping on his phone. You dropped a little surprise cry when a little animal spider came out of her backpack.

"It’s all right, miss," the man in front of you asked you, looking worried. "Yes, yes… I… thought I saw a bee flying near me. It was a simple fly" you covered up your discomfort by coughing.

The stranger frowned and you felt the judgment, you offered him a tight smile before the man turned to focus on the waiting wire. A second later, the metal railing flew to a sold-out window and the red light vigil pointing to the closed station now indicated that it was open. You pinched the fun lips while watching Peter try to be discreet, turning on himself to reach the counter to ask for his passport. You followed it to take advantage of it as well. The trip to Europe could finally begin.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fics #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fics #far from home

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inklore · 2 years

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spellblind

premise: there’s a long list of reasons why peter should ignore the dark thoughts in his head, but none of those reasons gets him you.

pairing: dark!peter parker x bestfriend!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: eighteen+ content, noncon, this is dark as hell so please mind the tags babes, hypnotism, unprotected p in v, creampie, au since spider man don’t got hypno powers but also this is set after no way home, slight obsessed!peter, one sided love, oral sex, marking, mentions of captivity.

etc: this is my first time writing for mcu!peter and i made it dark and messed up, this is shocking to no one lmaosjsj.

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There’s a part of Peter that knows this is wrong—a section of his brain that is waving red flags and flashing lights telling him to stop, to not let anything go as far as where the dark recesses of his mind are tempting him to.

He’s Peter Parker. The friendly neighborhood spider-man, he should know better—does know better. Was taught right from wrong and always does the right thing. Always stays on that path of golden behavior even when it lands him with blood and bruises, or flat on the concrete.

He’s always playing the good guy; is the good guy, the best guy. This doesn’t make him a bad guy, the worst guy…he didn’t even mean for it to happen. This hadn’t been his intention when he had asked you over tonight.

A simple movie date with his best friend turning into something else entirely.

Something out of his control.

And it wasn’t really his fault. His powers were ever changing, new things being discovered, his body mutating and becoming more insect than man.

Simple interests becoming urges. Simple thoughts and kind acts finished with an ‘but what do I get in return, shouldn’t I be rewarded for saving lives?’ In those newly dark parts of his mind.

He had thought it was just exhaustion. Saving the city, getting his G.E.D and trying to make money to stay in a cheap apartment was easier envisioned than exercised.

He had thought these new dark feelings were nothing a drink at the bar a couple of blocks down, or hanging out with you—his only friend and neighbor—couldn’t fix.

But now he’s realizing that was furthest from the truth, as those dark thoughts have his knee bouncing, fingers tingling for all the wrong reasons; to reach out and touch parts of you he’s only dreamt about. Fantasized about late at night.

One minute you were looking into his eyes laughing at the rom com on his cheap tv, and the next you were still as a board, expression slack, unresponsive. Body compliant as Peter easily shook you to get you to come too.

It was as if you were hypnotized.

As if his thought—as the two of you held eye contact—dark and bitter had manifested itself into his eyes going dark, mind buzzing. Peter coming to to you in this state.

A state that sends him in a panic; until it doesn’t.

Until the dark thoughts win and he’s thinking perverse thoughts that make his cheeks burn hot and cock grow hard against his jeans. Thoughts he shouldn’t be having, shouldn’t be entertaining.

But he’s wanted you for so long.

Longed for you even longer; watching you through his peephole when he was too scared to say hi, cheesy jokes exchanged as the two of you got your mail, both elements soon forming into a tight friendship he doesn’t know what he would do without. He’s already lost so much.

There had been many times he could have confessed his feelings, professed his crush that quickly turned into something stronger—something aching and dreadful each time you didn’t see it. Didn’t get the hint. Ignored all the signs. Dated other people; guys who were no good and only hurt you.

Peter would never hurt you.

He’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated: like a damn goddess.

If only you’d give him a chance.

But maybe he was done waiting. Waiting for something that may never come. Maybe this was his only way of having you. Maybe this was a sign that he should at least know what it’s like to be with you, this way, any way.

Peter tries to make a con list in his head. A list of why he shouldn’t be thinking like this—why he shouldn’t do this.

He really tries to ignore those dark thoughts, fighting tooth and nail against his mind….but you look so pretty in that dress, the dip in the summer fabric showing just the right amount of cleavage.

And it’s like a moth to a flame because the next thing he knows his palm his cupping you. The pad of his thumb running over your nipple, his eyes flashing to yours to see if you react but there’s nothing. No signal or indication that lets him know you’re coherent.

It should stop him, but it does the opposite.

As he pulls down the top of your dress, your bra going with it. Putting your chest on full display to him. A hard swallow bobbing his throat as he stares, mouth watering. Jaw ticking in want, driving him to lean forward and wrap his lips around your nipple. To moan and suck and bite at the sensitive flesh, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he kneads your other breast with his palm. Switching back and forth between the two.

Your skin feeling so soft and delicate against his tongue.

He leaves stray kisses and saliva covered bruises along them. Doesn’t care that you’ll come too later and see them. He wants you to see them, to wonder, to think that they could be from him.

The thought of you walking around carrying marks from him making his cock throb even more; to the point of pain.

That’s why he lays you down on the couch. That’s why he pulls your dress up, why he presses his nose to your underwear and inhales, runs his tongue against the outside of them. Hooks a finger in them and pulls them to the side to reveal your pussy.

A hungry noise hitting the back of his throat when he dives into you, letting his mouth and tongue eat you out with vigor. Memorizing the way you feel against him, the way you taste, the way he groans each time he swallows you down.

When he feels your entrance clench around the tip of his tongue, he has to move back from your body, has to make sure you’re still out of it.

Smirking with the knowledge that he can still make your body come like this. That the two of you can still be connected this way, even with you in this state. Your body still gives yourself over to him. Still opens for him when he pushes his fingers inside of you, your walls quivering around them.

He could get addicted to this. To having his mouth on your pussy, to finger fucking you hard as he runs his throbbing cock against the seam of his jeans, as he makes you come without you even stirring.

And as Peter sits up, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at your body; open legs, thighs covered in your own wetness, underwear thrown to the side, dress pushed up and pulled down, your boobs still on display for him—how could he not fuck you?

He has to. Needs to.

Thinks he might go insane if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t live out his fantasies and finally know what you feel like. Finally fuck you instead of his fist.

So with hesitation still the farthest from his being, he makes quick work with unbutton his pants, pulling himself out and giving himself a few deft strokes before he lets the tip of his cock run through your lips. Mouth hung open at how beautiful the sound is.

A gasp torn from his lungs when he finally pushes inside of you, when your warmth finally engulfs him.

“Oh my god,” you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. He can barely stand it. Can barely catch his breath as he presses his face into your neck, trying to breathe. Trying to not come inside of you so soon. How can something feel this good?

How can something look this beautiful with his cock inside of it and it be wrong?

It can’t. It just can’t.

With his fingers digging into the couch cushion, breaths heavy and groans tumbling from them; he starts to move. Can’t restraint himself from setting a hard rhythm of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs as he fucks you. Your tits bouncing against his chest, body perfect and pliant against him.

“You feel so good, oh my–“ Peter whimpers. Presses his mouth to yours, finally kissing you after all these years. Finally pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, moaning against it, taking another part of you. Making it his. Marking you with bites left on your lower lip, and sucks on the side of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s chanting. As if you can hear him, as if you’ll ever know he’s fucking you. Losing complete control inside of you, your walls gripping him so deliciously he wants to scream. Wants to fill every one of your holes. To not let you leave his apartment until you’re dripping his come from all of them; until you’re stretched and raw from him going so many rounds with your comatose body. “Forgive me.” He kisses your lips, runs his tongue along yours, “I love you, I need it–couldn’t control it. It’s,” he swallows, “it’s too good.”

He wants to hold off longer. To keep fucking you until his cock is raw, but he’s coming before he knows it.

A strangled sob against your cheek as he fills you up. As he continues slow languid thrusts even after he’s spent, the sensitivity only adding to the darkness of the weight of what he just did. The squelch of his come and your wetness louder than his heavy breaths.

Once his breath finally goes back to normal, once his thrusts stop, he pushes himself up to look down at you; to see his come leaking from your pussy and staining his couch. Your chest and neck marred by him, lip having the smallest of cuts on it from how hard he bit you in his lust fueled fury.

You look just as beautiful as ever, if not more now that there’s remnants of him inside and outside of you.

He got what he needed. Finally fucked his best friend, finally showed you how much he loves you.

But…his cock is still hard, and you’re still unresponsive.

There’s no reason why he shouldn’t get his fill of you. You have two other holes that need his attention.

Maybe he’ll keep you like this. That way you can be his forever.

#dark!peter parker #mcu!peter parker smut #mcu!peter parker x reader #mcu!peter x reader #peter parker smut #mcu!peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tw noncon #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Hey! Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader one where y/n is the new girl at Midtown high school and there is a plot twist she's a witch ( the good kind) and she meets Peter and his friends. Y/n starts liking Peter but she finds out that he has a plan to tell MJ that he likes her. Even though Peter likes MJ he starts to really like y/n so now he has to make a choice between MJ and y/n. And unknown to y/n Agatha is on her trail trying to steal her powers.

Detail ideas:

• Y/n is a new student who is a good witch (the magic has been passed down through her family down to her) she's trying to keep her magical powers ( telekinesis and has a book that she learns spells from) a secret

• Y/n does spells in English/Latin?

• Her color scheme is a light bluish color

• Takes place during the events of Far From Home

• She meet Peter, Ned, MJ and everyone else Peter is also trying to keep his spiderman life a secret

• Y/n starts to like Peter but she overhears Peters plan for MJ

• Peter deep down starts to like y/n too but he now has to choose between MJ and y/n

• Peter has the Peter tingle he senses that y/n is different somehow and y/n senses the same thing about Peter

• They both get suspicious about each other

• Y/n's jealousy plays up her powers on the trip because her powers are linked to her emotions

• Y/n brings the book of shadows ( a book that has been passed down in her family) with her on the trip so she can practice spells

• By accident Peter sees the book and asks her what kind of book is it and y/n tries to hide it and lies and says that she is taking latin

• Y/n is the most powerful witch but she doesn't know it yet and Agatha senses it so she goes looking for her (y/n goes up against Agatha) Agatha follows y/n all around Europe

• Brad tries to flirt with y/n but she shuts him down

• When the class is in Venice and the water elemental shows up y/n saves Ned and Betty by moving the boat that they are in out of the way to safety with her powers

• Y/n thinks that nobody sees her using her powers but Unbeknownst to her Peter sees it

• Peter tells Ned to get y/n, MJ, and the others to safety but before y/n follows the others she sees Peter use his webshooters

• The scene where they go to the opera Peter is gonna talk to MJ but then y/n walks by which catches his attention because she is wearing a really pretty blue dress

• When Peter tells y/n he knows she has powers y/n tries to deny it and y/n questions Peter about him hiding something (because she saw him use his webshooters)

• Scene where y/n explains her familys magical history to Peter

• When Peter goes to alert Fury about Mysterio but ends up fighting Mysterio and he gets hit by the train at the same time y/n is going up against Agatha and at some point Agatha starts to absorbing y/n powers but at the last minute y/n escapes from her

• Y/n calls peter and tells him what happened with Agatha (her magic is kinda weak due to Agatha absorbing her powers earlier )so Happy and Peter pick her up and they both have to come up with a plan to stop their enemies

• Y/n decides to use herself as bait to lure Agatha out but Peter fights her on her plan because he is worried about her safety and she tells him she'll be fine

• Final battle between y/n vs Agatha happens at the same time as Peter goes up against Mysterio

• Peter tries to protect y/n from Agatha during the battle but he gets hurt seeing this y/n gets really mad to that point where she musters all of her power to beat Agatha

• After their battles y/n sees that Peter is limping so she uses a healing spell to heal his leg

• At the end where Peter tells y/n that at first he did like MJ but he really likes her more and they share an awkward kiss

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker x Reader

Part One

Description: 5.5k Crushing Plans part 1, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

Y/n hated being the new girl.

Everyone looked at you at all times; just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

She understood it was out of curiosity and a way to know where she stood among their peer groups, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Especially when she had a secret to keep and a crush to hide.

Speaking of which, as Ned and Peter rambled on about some plans Peter had, y/n spaced out.

They were whispering so she could hardly make out their words, but she likely didn’t want to hear it.

She suspected Peter had a crush on MJ.

Not that she could fault him, MJ was a very unique energy.

While y/n had become somewhat of friends with their group by now, she was not close enough for them to disclose such secrets to her.

Nor did she want him to, she wasn’t sure she could fake a smile if he told her of his feelings for another girl.

So, she sat there silently staring at her crush as he enthusiastically walked Ned through whatever they were discussing.

Y/n bit her lip as her eyes trailed Peter’s face.

He was so unbelievably cute.

It wasn’t even just his looks, even his personality was perfect.

From the way he would always ask her how her night was, the way he always smiled widely when he did well on an exam, the way-

“Are you going on the trip y/n?” Ned asked, making y/n startle slightly as she refocused on her surroundings.

Y/n blinked quickly, hoping her cheeks were flushed, “oh, yeah, of course”.

Peter smiled at her, “great! It should be a lot of fun”.

She nodded, smiling back at him, “any big plans?”

Y/n wanted to slap herself for that.

It was a normal response given the topic, but she knew better.

Peter bit his lip, his dimples showing as he blushed, “umm a bit… I uhm”.

She shook her head, “it’s okay Peter! You don’t have to tell me”

Y/n forced a smile, “I’m sure it’ll go well though”.

Peter sighed and gave her a weak smile, “right umm, thanks”.

He bit his lip and looked over at Ned as y/n politely excused herself.

“Do you think she… no.. Nevermind” Peter mumbled, watching as y/n walked across the classroom to sit by MJ.

“That she heard your plans and is going to tell MJ?” Ned asked, “no, I don’t think y/n is like that”.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was asking! And you’re right, she’s not like that. No… I just… she seemed sad like maybe she…” Peter rambled, playing the scene over again in his mind.

“Dude, you aren’t actually crushing on her too are you?” Ned groaned, recognizing the look in his bestfriend’s eyes.

“Hmm, no, no way” Peter lied, unable to break his gaze with her.

Ned rolled his eyes in disbelief but played along, “well that’s good. I know I said we should be bachelors and all, but dude, I didn’t mean fuckboys”.

Peter finally looked away as he realized MJ was sitting beside her, turning and glaring at Ned instead.

“I’m not being a … a fuckboy” he defended, quickly looking back across the room for a moment, “am I?”

“Not if you choose one” Ned suggested, “but you can’t act on both”.

Peter nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I… MJ. It’s MJ”.

Ned raised a brow in suspicion, “no way it was really that simple Peter”.

Peter shrugged, “I’ve known MJ longer, and I’ve had a crush on her longer. So, MJ”.

His friend shook his head and sighed dramatically, “whatever dude. You have to admit by now that my plan is much less complicated”.

As MJ approached their table on her way to grab a new piece of paper from the back cabinet, both boys went silent.

“You have a plan?” MJ inquired, pausing next to Peter who blushed again and froze.

“I don’t have a plan” he lied, feeling guilty as his eyes land on y/n.

“No, he's just gonna collect tiny spoons when we're traveling to other countries” Ned blurted in an attempt to conceal their discussion.

“Like a grandmother?” MJ teased.

“I’m not collecting tiny spoons. He’s collecting tiny spoons” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh. Okay, well, that was a real roller coaster” MJ said slowly before waving as she leaves to attend to her task.

“Spoons, Ned?” Peter grumbled.

“I panicked!” Ned defended with a shrug, “I didn’t want to blurt your actual plans or that you may secretly have two plans now”.

“I don’t have two plans Ned! I already chose” he reminded Ned but felt a tightness in his chest as he smiled at y/n when she turned and saw him looking her way.

“Clearly” Ned sarcastically remarked.

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“Y/n, is it okay if Peter sits next to you?” Mr. Harrington asked, tapping her shoulder.

She looked up and saw Peter blushing and staring down at the aisle-way of the plane.

“Oh, umm, sure… but,” she responded, looking over at Brad who was sitting next to her.

Brad , “doesn’t he have a seat already?”

Y/n bit her lip and looked between Brad and Mr. Harrington, pausing as she noticed Peter was now furrowing his eyebrows at Brad as if he was bothered by his question.

“He does, but he has a perfume allergy, and believe me, those are much worse than they sound” Mr. Harrington said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at Peter in suspicion, never having heard of this; even when their classmate Sara showed up nearly soaked in the latest Victoria’s Secret perfume.

Brad seemed to notice y/N’s reaction as he put his arm around her shoulder, “well, I don’t think he’ll want my seat then. I don’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo or something, but Y/n smells really good “.

Y/n blushed deeply, looking away shyly from all three of the guys surrounding her; unsure what was exactly happening.

Peter mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat, “I’m fine with coconut”.

Y/n nearly choked; coconut, how did he…?

She knew Brad was simply trying to get a way to stay next to her; she hadn’t used her usual products today as she’d been in a rush.

But, Peter was right… y/n normally did use a coconut scented conditioner.

She just never realized he noticed her enough to know that.

Sure, they sat together in a few classes, but she wasn’t sure he ever noticed her more than a friend.

But friends don’t know what your hair smells like… right?

She snapped her eyes up to Peter who blushed again and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mr. Davis, please” Mr. Harrington requested and Brad sighed loudly.

He glared at Peter as he removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you when we land, Hmm?” Brad winked down at her before brushing past Peter.

“Oh… yeah… okay” y/n mumbled, still spacey from such intense confusion and shock.

“I umm…” Peter mumbled, sitting next to y/n, “I hope you’re not upset about me switching with Brad”.

Y/n shook her head, “no, it’s fine Peter”.

He nodded and sat down next to her, “are you sure? It feels like interrupted something”.

She chuckles, “no, nothing. I probably should tell him that… I just wasn’t excepting him to…”

“Try flirting with you?” Peter mumbled, sounding a bit offended himself.

“Yeah. I’m not mad he did, just not interested.. in him” she said.

Peter looked over at her and offered her a smile, “Ned says all the girls are”.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “maybe Ned is then”.

Peter laughed and put his bag under his seat as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Perfume allergy though? Since when?” Y/n asked, making him freeze and stare over at her.

“Oh… umm… It was just really strong” he argued.

“So was Sara’s last week” y/n smirked.

Peter bit his lip, “right… but I wasn’t going to be next to her for over nine hours”.

Y/n nodded in agreement, “fair enough Parker”.

He smiled, “so…umm.. what were you going to do for the duration of the flight?”

Y/n shrugged, “just make out with Brad “.

Peter coughed and his eyes went wide before he noticed her laughing and shaking her head.

He questioned himself over the sudden tightness in his chest he felt once again; he couldn’t be jealous, right?

He reminded himself he liked MJ… longer.

Peter took a deep breath and chuckled, “oh, right, you’re not interested in him”

Y/n nodded, “you’re a bit spacey today hmm?”

He leaned back in his seat, “yeah, just a lot of confusing things in my mind I guess”

She copied his movements unconsciously, “me too”.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his own thoughts.

“Not really, but thank you. You?” Y/n offered.

“No” he rushed out before chuckling nervously a bit, “thanks though”.

She smiled kindly while nodding, before leaning her head back into the headrest and closing her eyes.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Peter glancing between y/n and MJ.

Ned caught his friend’s shifting attention and shook his head, stifling a laugh.

Peter found his eyes lingering on y/n longer each time.

Slowly he took a deep breath, “so… what’re you looking forward to in Venice?”.

He mentally cringed at his weak attempt to strike up a conversation, wondering why he was so nervous to talk to his friend.

But as she opened her eyes and smiled over at him, he felt his body relax.

“Assuming things go smoothly, just be able to enjoy myself and relax without any pressures” she admitted.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her confession made him feel a connection.

He wanted to brush it off, she obviously wasn’t meaning being able to give up some secret superhero identity for a few days of relaxation the way he was.

But, there was something that set off his Peter tingle during her statement.

Deciding to try and find out what it was, Peter spoke up, “you normally can’t do that?”

He watched as her cheeks flushed and eyes widened slightly before she formed a small pout.

As he waited for her to respond, he found himself staring at her lips.

Peter shook his head, internally groaning.

“It’s hard to explain… but no. Umm, even outside of school I don’t really get a break, too many expectations and responsibilities. I’m sure you know what it’s like to have a… part time job while in school, Ned said you used to have one?” She rambled.

Peter squinted at her words, it being similar to the way he’d avoid the subject if asked.

But he nodded at the last statement, glad for a new way to avoid the topic, “yeah. Not much sleeping or relaxation outside of school hours, I get that. And it feels like the world is always watching “.

Y/n tilted her head, laughing softly, “the world? Where did you work, some international news company?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “no, I… umm..”

“I’m kidding Peter, I get it” she assured, smiling softly as she pulled her blanket over her lap.

"What's that?" Peter asked as y/n reached into her personal item backpack to grab a piece of gum.

She froze and her fingers nearly snapped the stick of gum in half from the tension radiating through her body at his inquiry.

She did not even have to look to know what he must have seen.

The spell book from her mother had been kept in her personal item bag so that no one would have access to it even when on the several hour long international flight.

However, she was not intending to have Peter sitting next to her on said flight.

Y/n was fairly certain that most of her other classmates would not have noticed the item, much less Brad Davis whom she was supposed to be seated with.

"Umm, gum?" y/n tried, holding up the pack as if that was the item he was asking about.

Peter chuckled tenderly, "no, that".

Y/n swatted his hand when he began reaching for the book.

Her hand hit the back of his just as his fingers swept over the hardcover binding of the book.

Peter startled at her reaction, only becoming more confused when he noticed his Spidey Senses- or Peter Tingle like Aunt May termed it- tingled when he touched the book.

"Sorry" Y/n gushed, feeling very warm suddenly, "I just... I uhh.."

Peter shook his head, cocking it to the side slightly as he spoke, "no, it's okay... I shouldn't have done that without asking".

She gave him a kind smile and sighed, "it's just a really important book is all. I don't really like anyone else touching it".

Peter nodded, trying to keep his curious eyes off of her bag.

"Can I ask what is is? Is it like a first edition of your favorite book or something?" He asked.

Peter realized he was not only curious as to what the item was and why it prompted such a response, but also found himself suddenly wanting to know what her favorite book was.

He bit his cheek as he stiffled a frustrated sigh at realizing that maybe just claiming to choose MJ was not as simple as it sounded.

He'd never really questioned what MJ's favorite book was... but surely that was not that big of a deal, right?

"Oh. I..." y/n's voice brought him back to the moment as she minimally tilted the book back to show him the cover, "it is a really old authentic text that I am using for my Latin lessons".

Peter's eyes flickered from her face down to the book briefly, noticing how antique the material was and the latin wording on the cover.

It's appearance matched her description but for some reason Peter found himself still slightly suspicious that there was more to it than that.

Nonethless, he nodded and gave her a smile, "you're learning Latin?"

She nodded, covering the book back up and zipping the bag.

"Isn't it a dead language?" Peter asked breazily, wanting to smack himself afterwards for how his verbiage sounded.

Y/n laughed and leaned back into her seat, passing him a piece of gum, "it's only dead if people stop using it".

Peter's lips parted as he thought through her words, smirking in agreement as he grabbed the gum, "I suppose that's true".

"So, I assume your plan probably isn't off to the best start now huh?" y/n hummed, sipping on the water cup the flight attendant provided.

"My plan?" Peter asked, setting his own cup down on the tray.

"Earlier..., I asked if you had any big plans.." y/n said, annoyed with herself for feeling dissapointed that he didn't remember.

"I remember" he admitted, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Ahh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I know you don't want to tell me about it. I was just going to see if there was maybe something I could do to help since you're stuck sitting next to me" y/n explained shyly.

Peter froze and frowned at her, "stuck with you?"

She gave him a polite curl of her lips, "I know you were trying to sit with MJ".

Peter felt his cheeks redden and his eyes enlarge.

Despite the jealousy she felt, she giggled at his boyish reaction, "it was a bit obvious that you were trying to change seats, and well, I have seen the way you look at MJ".

Peter's jaw dropped slightly, was he that obvious?

If so, was his simultanious crush on y/n obvious as well?

It didn't seem so given the current discussion... unless this was her way of kindly letting him know she wasn't interested by redirecting him to focus on MJ.

Peter rubbed his neck nervously as he tried to clear these thoughts from his mind.

"Well, I'm sure you and Ned can pick up the pieces and restart whatever the plan was when we land" y/n offered to cheer him up even though the idea hurt her.

Peter nodded slowly, uncertain what to say to her.

"How are you getting texts?" Peter asked, looking up from her phone.

They'd been watching a movie on her phone after they searched the films on the airplane seat screens only to find they were all relating to the Avengers; mostly Tony.

"Sorry, I thought I had my push notifications off for the movie" she sighed, pausing it as she went to dismiss the notification and then turn on do not disturb mode.

"It's okay" Peter reassured her with a tender voice, "I just thought they had to be on airplane mode".

She laughed, "I have an iPhone, so using the internet allows me to send and recieve iMessages still".

Peter grimmaced in embarassment, he should have known that.

Well, he did know it... he just did not remember it at the moment.

It was like all his thoughts and knowledge had dissapeared the second y/n was leaning against him and laughing at the movie they were watching.

"Right, duh" Peter laughed breathily.

"One sec, it's Brad, I should see what he wants" y/n said, Peter's lips instantly forming a pout.

"Brad? Why is he-" he began to ask, stopping as y/n's eyes lifted slowly up to Peter with a look he could not discern.

"So, Brad is offering to switch seats with you if you want" y/n told him, trying to hide her dissapointment from him.

Peter scoffed, "of course he does".

"What?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, Peter sighed , "nothing".

"Okay... Well, what do you want me to tell him?" she asked.

Peter pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking, "do you want to sit with him instead?"

"No" y/n said, far too quickly.

"I just know that you got stuck with me, and Brad is with MJ, so you could switch and be where you wanted" y/n stated, forcing the words to come out as emotionally numb as possible.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Peter asked, frustration mixing with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? I know you like her, so I-" she began softly.

He shook his head to cut her off, "no. Not that. Why do you keep saying I am stuck with you?"

She shrugged, "I wasn't the plan, MJ was. You were forced to sit with me, it's as simple as that".

Peter sighed, running his hand up his forehead and through his hair, "it's really not that simple".

'It's fine Peter" y/n lied, "I just need to know what to tell Brad".

"Y/n, just-" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, "I am serious, it's not that simple. I don't feel stuck sitting with you. You can tell Brad no. I am enjoying sitting here and talking to you. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't".

She pondered his words for a moment before nodding, "If you're sure, I will tell him no. But I don't see how that'll help with the MJ thing".

Before he could respond she lied, "I won't take it personal if you chose to switch with Brad to sit with her instead. It's not like I could blame you".

"I am not choosing to switch" Peter told her, "besides, what do you mean you couldn't blame me?"

He watched closely as she composed her thoughts before speaking, his sixth sense on edge again, alerting him that something was wrong/concerning.

"I-" she let out a breathy laugh, "it doesn't matter".

"Yes it does" Peter argued.

As she went to shake her head, Peter added, "it does to me".

She tried to keep her facial features from betraying her sudden and unwaranted delight.

"You already know though Peter, so telling you would be redundant" she pointed out.

"Humor me" Peter requested, beyond confused.

"MJ is super fun, keeps things interesting, pretty, and is nice" y/n explained.

Peter nodded, "okay... right... Annnd?"

"And, that makes her the better choice" she told him, "therefore, as I said, I couldn't blame you for chosing to switch to be next to her".

Peter felt himself practically glare at the words she uttered, "Don't put yourself down like that."

"I'm not putting myself down Peter, I am merely stating my observations" y/n remarked.

He shook his head, lips still at an unnatural angle due to his disagreement, "not everything is as simple as you seem to think it is".

She laughed and shrugged, "believe me, I know".

Y/n was already over the conversation as she could no longer keep pushing him towards MJ, even if it was what she knew he wanted and would hopefully help her move on from her doomed crush on him.

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his seat, "seriously though, don't compare yourself to people, trust me it does no good".

Yn sighed and leaned back into her own seat, "we can agree on that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It is taking sooo long" Flash whined, resting his head on the window of their transport.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to make a joke with Peter only to remember he'd sat with MJ when they swtiched from the plane to their shuttle.

She sighed and looked back to them, watching jealously as Peter smiled and laughed at something MJ said.

As she turned around to face the front again, she saw Ned smirking at Peter in encouragement.

Biting her lip, y/n focused on the side-view mirror of the vehicle to the left and slightly head of their's.

She tried to get her brain to focus on the cute dog the mirror allowed her to see, but it kept going back to MJ and Peter.

Stubbornly, she gripped the seat beneath her as she stared firmly at the mirror, desperate for some distraction.

It wasn't long until she got what she wanted.

Well, sort of.

Before she could react and stop it, the side-view mirror broke off the car and flew towards their shuttle.

Luckily, she was able to get her telekenisis back in regulation and moved the broken car part downwards and slowed its pace.

Everyone gasped as the mirror hit the side of their shuttle, just below the windows.

Y/n felt her breath hitch as she waited to see if anyone made the connection.

But how could they?

No one knew she had powers, much less that those powers could be manipluated by her emotions; such as her jealousy towards MJ and Peter.

When the shuttle driver kept going and new landmarks started to appear, her classmates resumed their previously abandoned activities.

Y/n leaned back against her seat and let her held breath out.

"That was pretty scary huh?" Brad asked, suddenly seated next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling guilty for having put them at risk over her emotions.

"Guess that means the rest of the trip can only improve huh?" Brad winked, resting his arm on the seat around her.

Y/n was tempted to make it clear to him, yet again, that she was not interested.

However, at least this was a distraction and she could use it to keep everyone safe from her abilities until she could distance herself from Peter and MJ.

"Then maybe some food after" MJ said, laughing as she waved her hand in front of Peter's face.

Peter blushed and snapped his head back to the girl next to him, "I'm sorry, what?"

MJ rolled her eyes, "you were staring at y/n again".

"I-No, I was not- I" Peter mumbled.

Laughing, MJ joked "Oh, must've been Brad you were staring at then".

Peter grimaced at the mention of the guy next to y/n, "No"

MJ shook her head as she laughed again.

Was she right?

Was he really staring over there?

Sure, he was looking her way when whatever it was hit their shuttle.

And, sure, he was still looking at her when Brad joined her and began getting comfortable next to her.

And sure, even as MJ resumed answering the question he asked before, he was lookimg at her.

To be honest, even as he asked MJ the question, he was watching how Y/n was glancing around the vehicle; secereyly hoping to catch her looking his way.

Peter mentally groaned, he really thought he could just keep this simple and choose MJ but things are not that easy it seems.

"Sorry, I just feel bad for abandoning her after the flight" Peter mumbled.

It was true, he did feel bad even as he made the choice he thought was appropriate to proceed with his plans.

Yet, it wasn't the real reason he kept watching her.

Nor was it the reason he was still watching her, now glaring at the back of Brad's head as he noticed hpw his arm was around her seat.

Peter tried to focus on MJ but found it harder than normal.

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“One sec” Peter said, taking a photo of Yn in the main square, the architecture behind her.

“Thanks Peter!” She smiled talking her phone back

He nodded “of course… you.. look… I think the photo turned out great”.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at what it sounded like he was going to say.

Holding her composure, she blushed and thanked him.

“When’s the next step in your plan?” she asked to remind herself he wasn’t hers and his interest was MJ.

“Oh I umm I kinda scratched that plan I think” Peter mumbled.

“Really why?” Y/n wondered.

“Like I said on the plane things aren’t as simple as they seem” Peter admitted.

With a raised eyebrow, y/n hummed “well.., then whatcha up to?”

“Just thought I’d sightsee” he lie, having walked around distracted hoping to clear his head.

As they walked silently, suddenly there was a massive wave in the canal making everyone panic.

Peter snapped to face Yn and get her away from whatever it was, but she was no longer at his side.

He panicked and looked back at the water before quickly glancing around the surrounding docks.

His search paused as he noticed Ned and Betty were in a canoe in the canal and were understandably terrified.

While Peter racked his brain for a solution, ideally one that wouldn’t expose his secret identity, he watched their canoe move.

But it wasn’t the direction in which it moved that struck him as odd.

To be fair, the whole incident was odd, but the canoe was moving sideways.

Yet, the insane ripple of water that was causing the chaos it was wasn’t even near the canoe.

Peter glanced up and saw Yn standing under this ledge, slightly hidden from the public.

Squinting, he watched as her fingers on her right hand curled towards her palm, the canoe moving in the same direction.

Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to gasp or smirk.

He knew something about her was different, but he hadn’t expected this.

When Ned and Betty reached the side of the canal, Yn rushed forward to help them out.

Just as the couple stepped onto the cobblestone, another surge of the water began.

Peter’s eyes widened as it neared y/n.

“Ned, get y/n, MJ, Betty, and everyone back to the hotel” Peter shouted over the chaos.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest over the simple fact he said her name first, not that it meant anything to him.

Ned complied and started trying to herd the girls and a few other classmates who were still in the area away.

Y/n wanted to help more, but she had no idea what was happening or how to fight it.

So she reluctantly went with Ned, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the scene.

One time when she glanced back, she noticed Peter had disappeared; causing her to panic.

What if the water thing got him?

She was pleased Ned’s focus was now on Betty, and used it to her advantage as she slowed her pace until she was far enough behind to slip away.

Y/n slid behind a wall and looked around before running to where she last saw Peter.

Before she could reach the destination, she saw him.

Except this time, he had webs shooting from his hands and was pulling on two heavy structures with minimal difficulty.

She shook her head, of course he was Spider-Man, it all made sense now.

Her focus snapped back to the scene and she tucked herself around the corner where he wouldn’t be able to see.

Y/n instinctively used her telekinesis to push the buildings back in the direction Peter was trying to pull them.

Satisfied, she began walking closer, only to be stopped by Ned a few seconds later.

“There you are, come on are you crazy? The water is attacking us and you just run off?!” Ned complained.

“Sorry I got scared” she said, a half-truth.

Ned sighed and nodded, “let’s go”.

“What about Peter” y/n asked.

“He should already be back, now come on” he said, covering for Peter.

She always sensed something was off with Ned whenever Peter had something suddenly come up.

Buy, now that she knew why, it was even more clear.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t state this or stay without exposing him and potentially herself, plus most of the chaos died down so she went with Ned.

Y/n smiled softly as MJ sat beside her, wraping her arm around her friend, "glad to see you're okay MJ"

"You too, although I lost track of you there for a little" MJ commented.

Bting her lower lip y/n shrugged, "it was pretty hectic, I got a bit distracted".

"At least its over now" MJ muttered, giving her a small smile.

"He's alright. He's no Spider-Man." Flash remarked about the unknown superhero that was at the canals today.

MJ laughed mockingly and shook her head over Flash once again fanboying over Spider-Man, "What is it with you and Spider-Man?"

"What? He's just awesome, okay? He protects the neighborhood and y'know he's inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man" Flash rambled on.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back against the steps as Y/n removed her arm grom her shoulder and adjusted her hairtie to distract her from worrying over Peter.

Fortunately, y/n soon felt a change in the atmosphere and turned her head around the stair banister just as Peter walked in.

Flash saw him at the same time, commenting, "'Sup, dickwad? Thought you drowned",

Brad smirked at the dig and MJ rolled her eyes again as y/n just scanned him for injuries.

Peter ignored Flash and looked over y/n and MJ.

"So how much of that did you see?" Peter asked, eyes landing on y/n.

Before she could respond, MJ cut in, "Not much. I was running".

Peter's eyes snapped to her and then back to y/n briefly before looking at MJ again, "Right. Me too. I was also running... away."

Y/n bit her lip as she wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and slide away from them and their conversation.

"So Paris tomorrow. Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great, it's on your bucket list right?" Peter commented, bringing her attention back to the group.

Y/n smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

But once again, just as she was about to respond, MJ interrupted "I read it was secretly built as a mind-control antenna to create an army of the insane."

Y/n felt herself deflate and forced herself to look away from their conversation, making eye contact with the only other person seemingly noticing this parituclar side conversation, Brad.

"Oh" is all Peter said, and unbeknownst to y/n, his eyes are focused on her.

Had she not been using all her might to ignore the situation around her, her powers would have allowed her to realize what was truly happening.

But she was too disappointed and hurt to not completely shut out the conversation and his presence.

However, the wink Brad sends her way makes her even more frustrated.

Why couldn't Brad go for MJ and Peter be interested in her?

Sighing, she turned her focus back to her positiion between two of her best friends as she tried to find a way to politely excuse herself.

"Which is why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip" MJ flirts with a smug smile over at Peter.

At that, y/n no longer looked for a polite way to get out of it, she had to flee immediately as she felt her hands warm as her power ebbed with her emotions.

"Y/n?" Peter called after her as she suddenly stood and started up the stairs.

See series masterlist link for next part(s)

SERIES MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

PETER PARKER MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

Peter Parker Taglist: @galaxyholland @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswife-marvelicious @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @theslayerofthevampires

Peter Parker Taglist (comment here to be added): @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswife-marvelicious @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r

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yourmomsgranddad · 2 years

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— FEELS

— PAIRING: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You and Peter are best friends but everyone always assumes you're dating. So he starts believing it.

— WORD COUNT: 2k

— WARNINGS: tony being an arianator (hc...), clint in the vents

You and Peter were hanging out normally.

You were yelling in the living room of his apartment, playing Mario Kart.

"You suck!" You shouted as he hit you with a blue shell.

He was trying to get in the lead but it wasn't working since you made it across the finish line with the 1st place title.

"Whooo! In your face, Parker!"

He sucked his teeth in disgust of your bragging.

He could never win against you. You were just too good. That's why he always hated when you asked to play because he knew you were going to win, no matter what he did.

"This isn't fair! You always cheat!"

"No I do not." You stated, throwing your controller on the table. You got off the couch and went into the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Then how do you always win?" He asked, appearing in the doorway.

You turned around and looked him, the look on his face was pleading, he was waiting for the answer.

"Well you have a tell."

His eyebrows scrunched as he was confused, but he awaited your further intel.

"When you're in the lead, your hands start shaking. You get scared you're going to get passed. and you leave your back open, no shields. So you get easily passed. By me."

You shrugged and he just scoffed.

"Whatever."

There was a comfortable silent between the both of you as you sipped your beverage.

He was about to say something but then his front door opened.

"Pete! I'm home!"

It was Aunt May.

"We're in here!" He shouted back at her, causing her to come into the kitchen, not surprised that you were there.

"Y/n! It's so great to see you." She walked over to you, dropping her bags to give you a hug.

"It's good to see you too, May."

She broke away from the hug to go to the sink and wash her hands.

"I hadn't seen you in a while so I thought you had broken up." Your eyes went wide. That was the first time you and Peter had been assumed a couple.

"Um May, Y/n and I are just friends." Peter clarified but May didn't say anything afterward.

She just chuckled, like she knew something you didn't.

Did she?

But it didn't matter since she just dropped the subject by asking you if you wanted to help her with dinner.

You gladly said yes and began helping her in the kitchen.

There was some things that popped out to Aunt May that just didn't seem to be weird to either you or Peter.

For instance, While Peter was cutting the vegetables for the soup, your hands were around Peter's waist and your face was inside his back. He was giggling since you were "tickling him."

Or when you tried to leave to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your hand and got all clingy.

She could tell something was happening so she decided to ask Peter when you disappeared in the bathroom.

"So what's going on between you and Y/n?" She wondered, not turning away from her pot. So she didn't get the look on Peter's face change.

"What do you mean? Nothing's going on between me and U/n." he chuckled but she wasn't buying it.

"Oh come on, Pete. You can lie to everyone else, not me."

She gave him a look that was just begging for him to spill his guts. But he had no guts to spill. Yet.

Before she could say anything, you came back, getting back to work. From then, the topic was dropped.

Until the next time it was brought up again.

You were sitting in your room, just reading a book when you heard a banging on your window.

You looked over to see Peter was sitting on your balcony in his normal clothes. You opened it, expecting him to come inside but he grabbed your hand, stopping you from moving.

"You want to go for a walk?"

You looked up with a smirk as if you were thinking about it.

"Sure."

You pushed him through your window so you climb through and go down to the street.

You were walking through the cavern of cherry blossom trees.

Something about this setting was so perfect. The flowers falling all around you as you slowly walked through the park.

Your hands were behind your back as you moved slowly between the trees.

Things were silent between you two.

The whipping of the trees and the sounds of your steps were enough.

You eventually dropped your hands to your sides and that gave free rein for your hands to start bumping each other's.

His fingers began tickling yours, like he was trying to put his hand in yours but he was being shy.

He was never shy around you.

You were confused on what was happening.

You looked over at his face and he looked as if he was going to say something but he was paused when he looked forward at something.

You followed his eye line and a man was jogging up to you.

"Tony?" You questioned as he reached you both with a bright smile. "Hello my darlings. What are you two doing out on a beautiful day like this? You on a little date?" He asked, smirking at Peter specifically.

Did he know something you didn't?

"No. We're not a couple." You clarified, making Tony chuckle.

"Sure. And I'm not super handsome. Nice try, Y/n. I'll see you kids later. I have to run another mile. Have fun!" You watched as he disappeared through the trail of cherry blossoms you just came from.

"Weird." You stated, shaking your head from the confusion.

Later on, Peter figured he could ask Tony about what he meant by earlier since it was bothering him all day.

He ran into his lab, finding Tony looking at a vinyl.

"Um Mr. Stark?"

"They forgot to add just like magic on my record! How dare they?" He was in his own world so it took him a few seconds to notice Peter.

"Oh hey Pete, what's up?"

"I was wondering about something." His hands were rubbing together, telling Tony that Peter was feeling nervous at the moment. "What's wrong, kid?" He asked, giving peter his full attention.

"What did you mean when you asked me and Y/n if we were on a date?"

"Well it doesn't take a super scientist to see you two like each other. Although it does help." He winked, that calmed Peter down a little.

"But we're just friends. You know that." He pushed but his face fell as if he was kind of sad while saying that.

Was he?

"Pete. Why are you lying? We both know you're in love with that girl. You blush every time she hugs you. And I saw you drawing her face in a heart."

His eyes went wide. "You saw that?!"

"I was just surprised you knew how to draw that well." He put his hands up in defense.

"I thought I was just feeling that way because she's really nice to me. You know, how I feel about my barista." He admitted, sitting down in the stool in front of Tony.

"No dude. You are full on, down bad, head over heels, in love with her. It's gross. But sweet for a guy like you."

He nodded, taking in the information.

He liked his best friend. Oh wow.

"What do I do?"

"You tell her. Not telling her is a very me thing to do. And you don't want to be me."

"No, sir."

"Good boy. Now run along. I have to complain to the Arianators discord. I will not let this slide!" He put his finger up triumphantly as he speed-walked up the stairs.

"What an odd guy," Peter thought.

But he wasn't wrong.

He needed to tell you about his feelings. He had to tell you them now before he lost the courage.

You felt a buzzing in your pocket. You pulled your phone out to see a text from Peter.

pete🕷🕸❤️: hey can you come to the tower? i need to talk with you asap.

You were kind of worried since he never really texted you seriously. If you were scroll back up to any of his other texts, he would either send you a meme or a bunch of emojis you would have to try to decode.

But now he was texting you something serious, so your heart started beating quickly as you were rolling through all the options of what he could want to talk about.

But then again.

You could just find out for yourself.

you: sure i'm on my way.

You grabbed your stuff and made your way out of your house.

You walked up to the front door and pressed the little intercom to get in.

"Hello? Who is there?" You recognize the deep, rugged voice as Thor.

"Hey Thor. It's me, Y/n."

He didn't reply. All you heard was loud stomps, getting louder and louder.

That was when the front door flew open and he welcomed you in with a bright smile. You walked in and he automatically pulled you into his arms, lifting you up.

He put you down and looked at you. "You're one of my favorite humans." He laughed heartedly before ruffling your hair, like you were a puppy.

You turned around, walking down the hallway toward where you knew where peter's room was.

You were walking in complete silence when you heard someone sneeze.

"Bless you." You said unknowingly.

"Thank you."

You looked around and no one was there. Who could have sneezed? "Hello?" You asked, looking around for someone.

"Down here."

You saw a hand pop out of the floor and you squatted down to see someone was in the vent.

"Clint? What are you doing in the vent?"

"Hiding. Listening." He answered, sounding very ominous. Your face scrunched at his reply.

"To who?"

"Everybody."

That was all he answered before he crawled backward, disappearing into the darkness.

"Weird," you thought but you decided to go past it since the literal God of Thunder just gave you a hug and rubbed your head.

You finally made your way to Peter's room.

"I just found Clint hiding in the vents."

"Yeah, he does that. He's a weirdo."

You noticed his demeanor, he seemed like something was severely bothering him, his hands threaded together and his elbow on his knees.

"Everything okay?"

He stood up, walking over to you.

"I need to tell you something, okay?" yYu nodded, awaiting his reveal. He was honestly taking forever and you wanted him to get on with it, whatever it was.

"I'm in love with you, alright?"

He looked to your face, waiting for your reaction. but you remained expressionless.

"That's what you called me over here for? To tell me that you've been pining after me this whole time? Something i already knew?"

"Wait you knew? how?"

"Dude! I walked into your room and you were swinging your feet, drawing a picture of me! It was weird and I love you. Both ways. iIwas just waiting for you to own up and kiss me like the turd you are."

There was an awkward silence Peter was creating as he was thinking over everything.

You figured he was going to stay paused for a while so you just leaned forward, kissing him harshly. You could feel him stumble backward as he was confused by the sudden pressure.

He pulled away from you with a dazed look in his eyes, you couldn't help but smile brightly.

"You're so cute."

You let him go, backing out of his room. "Well I see you tomorrow at 8." His eyebrows knitted together as he didn't understand what you were speaking of.

"What's tomorrow at 8?"

"Oh our first date." You winked and began backing down the hallway. You sent him a bunch of air kisses before shuffling down the stairs.

"I love you, Peter!" You shouted before leaving out.

He looked down the stairs with a big goofy smile as you disappeared down the street.

He was so focused on outside that he didn't notice Tony poke out from his door with a smirk on his face.

Peter's smile dropped when he saw.

"Told ya."

"Are you listening to Ariana Grande right now?"

"I got my vinyl fixed." He shrugged, disappearing into his room while murmuring the lyrics to 'Just like Magic.'

"I will never understand that man."

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mrsbrookemunson · 1 year

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Spider-Man | Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

Prompt: This is when Peter Parker gets his powers in the movie, except you're right there with him as his best friend.

Genre: Fluff with underlying angst

Warnings: Swearing, canon fighting, mentions of injuries (Reader gets hit in the face with a skateboard, and whacked in the stomach with a pole), Peter's low key kind of mean to the reader (but cares), arguments, Peter likes Gwen, implied chubby!reader, it is the subway, and aftermath scene from the movie. Definitely a few typos

Word Count: 3445

A/N: I actually wrote a whole bestfriend!reader x Peter Parker series and never posted it, so let me know if you want part two.

| Part One | Part Two |

It all happened when Peter Parker said he was going to try to find some Dr. Conners that knew his dad back in the day, plain and simple. And me being the bestest friend I am, I waited at a coffee shop—did all my homework, not to brag… it’s a process!—so that he didn’t have to go home—which happens to be next to mine—on the subway alone. Plain. And. Simple.

“There you are!” I exclaimed, happily. “You know when someone says they’re five minutes away, I’d like to believe they are indeed… five minutes away.” I stood up, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat, the chill air having not gone away in the city of New York for a while.

Peter gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry! I just… have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired,” he explained, sounding distant.

I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He definitely seems off. “Ah, it’s okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you.” I widely smiled, slapping him on the arm which causes him to jolt. “So, how was it?” Did you find Dr. Conners?”

He nodded, “I did.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “And?”

“And–what? We didn’t talk, I couldn’t get him alone.”

I frowned. “Next time then…” I assured. “Anything else that happened that I should know about?”

He shook his head. “Nothing of importance.” His lips twitched up for a second afterwards. “But… Gwen Stacy was there.”

My heart hammered, “That girl you’re madly in love with?”

He laughed my statement off, awkwardly. “I’m not in love with her,” he protested weakly. “Just interested is all.”

I let out an absentminded hum.

At that moment the train came hustling in with an abrupt stop.

Saved by the subway.

“Shall we?” I tilted my head towards it.

“We shall,” he replied.

If I knew that Peter would’ve fallen asleep on the train, I also wouldn’t have drifted off… but I did… honestly… kind of worth it.

His feet were elevated, resting against the wall beside my head in his lying down position. I, on the other hand, was sitting upright, my neck craned back in a very uncomfortable manner. I was surprised we both dozed with the group of drunks beside us causing a ruckus. The group, stupidly, danced and laughed, the smell of cigarettes and beer burned my nostrils.

Suddenly I was woken up when Peter made a harsh movement up.

What I didn’t expect to see was him attached to the roof of the transport. “P–Peter?” I rubbed my eyes in the slight chance I was dreaming.

Everyone stared at him in a tense silence, including me.

Peter looked at his hands which stuck onto the metal, hesitantly letting go, sending him down to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned, kneeling down beside him to help him up.

“Yeah,” he answered, unsure. “You did see that right?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but get cut off by one of the girls present, “Disgusting, now I smell my beer.”

I had to resist the strong urge to roll my eyes. Because that’s what’s important.

Peter, being Peter, looked at her in alarm, and guilt. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice dragged when he tried to pull his hand away.

“Peter?” I eyed him, weirded out at the turn of events that took place

“I didn’t–I didn’t,” he stuttered, still struggling his hand away.

An older man walked up to Peter, a tough persona displayed. “Get your hand off her!” he commanded.

Peter looked at the man, fearfully.

“I’m trying to get my—”

“Can’t you see he’s trying!” I shouted.

The guy, now angry, pushed Peter away from the girl, his hand took her shirt along with him. A couple of the surrounding guys laughed, staring.

“Well, that’s one way of getting your hand off of her,” I joked, but Peter didn’t react.

The man that pushed Peter gets more riled up from this action, “Are you kidding?”

Peter held onto one of the hand bars that he was previously rammed into, looking away from the girl, respectfully. “I’m sorry.” He raised a hand back, her shirt still latched onto the palm of his hand.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” the man shouted.

“Hey! It’s not his fault,” I argued in his defense. “Can’t you see he was trying to? Technically you were the one that pushed him, which led to the accidental taking off of this… lady’s shirt, so–technically–it’s your fault.”

I noticed in the corner of my eye Peter trying to pull his hand away from the hand bar just as I heard, “Hey, get him, Rudy, I got the girl.”

“What?!” I raised my hands up in defense. “Isn’t this whole thing about sticking up for women?”

“Hey!” Ignoring my words the man threw a punch towards Peter who raised a swift leg, kicking the man past me and onto another bench. The man groaned in pain.

“Woah,” I let out, breathless as the man fell to the ground.

“Man, I’m sorry! Oh, man, are you all right?” Peter rambled, turning to look at him.

As if he knew, Peter pushes up kicking another guy that had just about lunged at him, the momentum of it ended with him on his back.

“Take him down! Come on,” a woman shouted.

“Woah hold on–ah!”

I was about to step in when another guy charged towards Peter who kicked up at the guy, doing a kip up, effortlessly landing on his feet. All with still holding onto the hand rail. “Get him, man! Get him!”

There was only one guy left standing, his head whipping to the skateboard on the ground, Peter ever-so-slightly shook his head, eyeing it upsettingly. “No, man, no. Not my board,” he pleaded.

I was just about to grab it when the guy got it first in a flash, winding it back.

“Please, dude, don’t—” Peter didn’t finish his sentence as it was about to hit him, but the impact never came. “Y/n—You!”

Of course, during this part all I saw was pitch black darkness, Peter–thankfully–filled me in on what happened after I was ejected from existence… I can still feel the pain.

The guy with the skateboard still in hand, attempted to swing at Peter for a second time, but Peter manages to kick up once again, and swung around to straddle his own arms in a bent position. Much to Peter’s dismay, the pole broke from the ground, nearly hitting me…

Oh wait—

First he hit the guy who started it all right where the sun didn't shine. “Sorry. Sorry.” Then another guy in the jaw. “Oh.” He turns to look at all the guys lifeless on the ground. “I am so sorry.” And then—

“I’m alive–UGH!” I crouched down, holding my stomach.

Peter finally gained the ability to drop the pole, staring down at his hand in shock.

Coney Island, next stop, the conductor’s voice resonated through the poorly made speakers, repeating it.

“A little help down here,” I squeaked.

Peter snapped his attention to me who was… in a lot of pain. “Oh my—” he cut himself off, rushing to me. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you okay? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, you were hit with a skateboard. Can you remember things? What’s your name? What is my name?” He took my face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. “Why the Hell did you do that? You definitely have a concussion.”

“Peter! Everyone is staring.” I covered his hands which have yet to pull away from my cheeks that felt as though they were on fire.

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, shutting it. “Do you think your aunt would be okay if you spent the night?”

“As long as we use protection,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh–I didn’t mean–it’s just my aunt always says to… nevermind.”

It was a long ride to the Parker residence from there.

Peter practically sprinted off of the train when we arrived. “Peter!” I screamed due to the amount of distance he put between us.

“Oh, right!” He ran back, not wasting anymore time. “Hop on my back!”

I blinked a few times, “Wh-What?”

“Hop on… my back.” He set his backpack on the ground. “I literally just ripped a metal pole out of the ground, I can carry you.”

I hesitated. “You’ve never been able to carry me before,” I pointed out, sadly. “Not to mention I have a backpack that weighs at least 50 pounds.

“Don’t say it like that, please, you’re probably lighter than air, it’s my fault I’m so weak,” he begs. “Let’s just try.”

“I hate trying.”

“I know you do,” he dismissed, turning around, and kneeling.

“If this goes poorly…” I dragged.

Peter didn't respond, as I cautiously wrapped my legs to straddle his back.

“Okay I–woah!” I gasped when he stood upright. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re holding me up, that’s…”

“Just hold on tight.”

I do as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and intertwining my legs around his torso. “Why? You aren’t going to—No!” I shrieked when he starts to sprint again. “Peter!” I tighten edmy grip around him, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. “How are you doing this right now?” I asked, hinting at the fact he’s running with me on his back, with my backpack on, while carrying his backpack, and skateboard, which apparently broke at the second hit at him. It broke off of him.

Can’t deny all of it was attractive, well… what I saw before I was knocked out.

“How did I do any of that stuff?”

I opened my mouth to reply with something clever, but nothing formed.

“See?” he laughed.

I noticed that his face was starting to break out into a cold sweat. “Peter? You’re sweating. I knew this would be too much for you—”

“No! I think it’s the shock, the reaction. You know…” He began to slow down. “I am not beginning to feel too well,” he admitted, starting to stumble a little.

“Okay, you need to let me go. “

“It’s not you, I swear!”

“I’m not saying it is, we’re almost at your house Peter, we can walk from here.”

Giving in, he let me go. And looking at him… he didn’t look too good. Well, he always looks good, but I mean like… he looks ill. “It wasn’t you…” he reassured, shaking his head, spastically.

“Let’s just… get you home, okay?”

I go to grab his hand, but he jerked away. What is happening right now?

We arrived at his house. I opened the door, and ushered Peter inside whilst closing the door behind us. “Uh, hey,” Peter greeted. “Hey, hey.” He walked off without me.

I scrambled to keep up with his long strides as he met up with Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

“Sorry. I’m late–and–uh Y/n's here too.” He gestured toward me as I peak my head around the corner. “We got—”

“We’ve been so worried.” Aunt May stood to block him with a stern expression. “Your aunt too, Y/n!” She pointed to me who sported a sheepish smile.

My eyes looked down at my phone which I had yet to pull out tonight, cringing at the number of voicemails and messages. I sent her a quick one back that I was safe and would be staying the night at Peter’s. “Use protection,” I read my Aunt Yelena’s text in a hushed tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. Watch out!”

I looked up in alarm to see Peter catch something about the size of a fingernail, if not smaller. My feet got the better of me as I made my way towards Peter’s raised hand that rested in front of May’s face to get a better look. My body pushed up just beside Peter’s… I don’t think he noticed.

The fly buzzed as a beat of silence went by, Peter not being able to look at anything besides the insect just in between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger.

“That’s a fly, Peter,” Aunt May commented, her hands pressed against her chest, scared.

Peter, for sure out of it, let go, waving his hand in the air. “Yeah,” he responded, carelessly.

It flew around his head, his eyes following it carefully. “Nice catch,” I whispered. He jumped, dramatically, looking at me as if I was a ghost before looking back at Aunt May.

He wiped his bottom lip, preparing as if to say something, “I’m so sorry I kept you guys up,” he paused. “I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry.” He goes to push past Aunt May, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and handing her half his broken board in the process.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben looked at me for answers, but I could only supply them a weak chuckle. Ben stood up to position himself next to May in the doorway of the kitchen, fitting myself right in between them.

The three of us watched as Peter dug out a yellow plate of what looked to be May’s meatloaf, unwrapping it, then proceeding to eat as if he hasn’t eaten anything in days, letting out breaths of relief. Was I somehow finding this attractive? Yes. “Drinking?” May questioned, eyes glancing at me as a quick analysis to see if I was in the same shape.

Ben, grasped the concept, and looked at me as well. I gave him a helpless shrug.

“What’s this?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Ben answered to May.

“This is your meat loaf,” Peter concluded chuckling, continuing to lean against the opened fridge door. “This beats all other meat loafs.”

Ben and I gave each other pointed looks of acknowledgement of his words.

“Something is very wrong,” May observed

“Yeah,” Ben started.

“Nobody likes your meat loaf,” Ben and I finished at the same time.

May looked at us both in slight irritation, her previous concerned expression dropping.

I don’t even know how it happened but the next time I saw Peter he was carrying at least seven courses, including ice cream and–is that frozen mac n’ cheese?

Peter slid past the three of us, nearly dropping one of the containers which May immediately reached out to catch, but the crook of Peter’s elbow did the job for her. “I got it,” he affirmed.

“He took the frozen macaroni and cheese,” May voiced.

“I noticed that,” Ben responded.

Ben and May looked at me with another interrogative gaze.

I sucked on my teeth for a moment, “I really can’t answer that for you.”

May looked at Ben and I with a more threatening appearance. “Why didn’t you guys tell me you didn’t like my meat loaf? Especially you Ben!”

“Um…” He gaped at her.

“You could have said that to me 37 years ago—”

“Y/n!” Peter called out from his room.

“You’re on your own Uncle Ben.” I saluted him, making a haste exit away from the conversation.

When I got to Peter’s room I didn’t find him. “Peter?”

“In here,” a muffled voice says.

I went to the bathroom, opening and closing the door to see him splashing water on his face. “Peter, what the hell was that all about?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

He stared at his reflection, his hand reaching up at the collar of his shirt, connecting his fingers to something.

“What’s that?” I took a step toward him to inspect. “It looks like—like a string.”

He pulled at it, my eyes meeting what looked to be, “a bite.”

He pulled on the string, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. He goes to look at it, a mixture of emotions flashing across his eyes as it now appear to resemble more of a web than a string. His eyebrows twitched up, as his eyes followed the trail that lead from his right hand to his left. He shuddered a couple of times. I didn’t dare to speak a word, rather just watched, but when I saw the dead spider at the end I nearly screamed.

He looked away from it, blinking twice until they fully close.

“Peter,” I breathed. “You need to go to a hospital, that spider could’ve been deadly.”

He shook his head now looking at me. I traced out his eyes that were bloodshot, a dark shadow casting underneath them. “No, we do not speak of this. I just–I just need some rest. You–you should go home.”

I look at him taken aback. “Yeah. Right. Like I would ever leave you alone knowing this. What if you have a seizure or something? What if your skin starts burning holes? What if—”

“I get it!” he snapped. “Fine. You can stay.”

I gave him a proud smile. “Cool, see you in your room.” I smoothly winked at him, skipping off to allow him a second to himself. What a twist of events.

Beep—

I jumped up when Peter abruptly slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, the whole thing blowing up into bits. “Holy—my God, Peter, you—” My eyes set on the broken pieces of the poor alarm clock that got a taste of his newfound strength, coughing a little from the smoke

His head burrowed into the pillow he had laying on the ground.

Despite having slept in the same bed multiple times, with said new strength Peter argued against it this time, claiming he'd accidentally hurt me in his sleep. With that said, he refused to have me sleep on the floor with my obvious concussion. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

Groggily he got up, storming out, and to the bathroom.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him let out a small cry. “Peter?” I opened the door to see water shooting out from the faucet. “What did you do?” I closed the door in case either May or Ben decided to walk by.

“Do you really need me to answer that?!” he replied, angry. He reached for the towel beside the sink, when the holder for it ripped off the wall.

“Peter, just calm down!” I attempted to ease, as he frantically spun around.

He tried to cover the broken faucet with the piece that he ripped off, eventually throwing the towel over it. His hand went toward the doorknob to the cabinet only to have that also be broken off. In defeat he looked at me.

“How about you try to open this door—” I knock edon the wood behind me, “—as carefully as possible?”

He hesitated, but when I moved out of the way for him to obey, he walked up, only the tips of his fingers holding the doorknob, delicately turning it. Not without another look at me he left, slamming the door. “Thanks Peter,” I huffed, walking out of the bathroom.

When I went into Peter’s room I found him sitting on his bed, toothbrush in one hand, and the doorknob in the other.

“Peter…?” I took soft steps toward him.

He jolted up, turning his head to the side, frantically. He stared at something in horror. He jolted again, moving his whole body to turn toward his window, the blinds were down, the room dim. He held his toothbrush out in front of him as some form of defense. Realizing what he’s doing, he stood up. “I have to get to the bottom of this,” he told me.

“You can say that again,” I laughed, going to his computer.

His foot connected to a piece of paper which he struggled to get off. “You–you don’t have to—” he stammered when I offered to get it for him. “Thanks,” he muttered, sitting on his desk chair.

His typing was faster than lightning, looking up every possible thing about spiders and their bites. Nothing matching his problem. He lightly touches the bite on the back of his neck, a sudden impulse going through him as he typed, ‘Richard parker spider’, but it seemed to fade into random letters.

Peter and I both looked down at his hands which he lifts. Some of the keys, including the spacebar, stuck to his fingers. “Sticky like a spider,” I thought out loud. “You’re like a spider, but a man,” I paused, my tongue darting out to swipe over my lips in concentration. “A Spider-Man.”

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xspeter · 1 year

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𝟎𝟎𝟎: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

peter parker is, and always will be, your best friend.

you’d met in the second grade when your family moved next door to him and his aunt, and your mom invited them over to dinner. peter had been dressed in a nice button up and a pair of jeans, and you had worn a nice flower dress.

you and peter seemed to automatically hit it off, both having the same nerdy interests and traits.

“what’s your favorite star wars movie?” a seven year old peter asks.

you rub your chin and pretend to be thinking, “hm… probably revenge of the sith.” you hum, shoving a spoonful of spaghetti into your mouth.

peters eyebrows furrow, “everyone knows return of the jedi is the best.” he argues and you shrug, “maybe, but that one doesn’t have anakin skywalker.”

peter giggles at that, and his laugh forces you too laugh too, until you’re both eventually wheezing and your parents are looking at you both like you have two heads.

“what’s so funny?” peters aunt asks, and you and peter both laugh a little harder.

that was ten years ago, and your opinion still hasn’t changed.

you slam your locker closed with a sigh, excited to finally be going to MoMA after months of waiting.

“you look happy.” peter hums, and you smile.

“i am.” you reply.

ned shakes his head, “i really don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with this place- like i get it’s famous and all but it’s just a museum.”

you scoff, “it’s not just a museum. it has some really famous art peices in there that i have been dying to see for the longest time!”

ned shrugs, “i still don’t get it.”

“no, you’re just a hater.”

ned rolls his eyes and you shake your head, you turn to peter, “what do you think?” you question.

peter shrugs, “i think it’s pretty cool- i mean, i like how it’s all up for interpretation.” he answers and you smile at that.

you couldn’t say that you had never imagined you’d be in the middle of an alien attack, but this was kind of the norm for New York at this point.

alien attacks weren’t exactly a common thing, but they weren’t uncommon either. they were just something that happened.

you swallowed as you all piled into the safe room. peter was gone- ned had said he had gotten taken to a different saferoom but you could’ve sworn he didn’t get off the bus with the rest of you.

ned said you were in shock and probably just hadn’t seen him, but you knew better. peter had been doing this lately, disappearing with no explanation, and every time you brought it up he blew it off.

it was starting to bother you.

you didn’t have time to argue with ned though, because as soon as you opened your mouth your hands began to feel tingly.

you scrunched your nose and looked down, your breath catching in your throat as you saw your body turning into literal dust.

“ned?” you gulped, looking up for your friend, but all you were met with was a cloud of ash.

you looked around the room, watching as your classmates began to float away, eyes filling with tears as your body was fully engulfed and you took what you were sure would be your last breath-

and then it wasn’t.

i said i didn’t want to have to write the fake dating au myself but here we are!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #tom holland #fake dating #they’re in love #bestfriends to lovers #angst #fluff

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agentandreastark · 1 year

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Never let you go

Peter parker X f!reader

Summary: You see, Peter, after Strange had cast the spell.

"Oh my god, Peter, I never thought I'd see you again!" You said as you ran to him, slowing down as you got closer, staring at him in disbelief. Peter just looked at you, his mouth wide open and tears threatening to spill out.

"I searched for you everywhere, I asked Mj and Ned where you were, but they gave me a funny look and laughed, I asked Happy, but told me to 'take rest' like what the hell does that even mean?! I tried to find photos of you, but all of them were gone! Including my favourite picture of us! You know the one with Mj, Ned you and I? Yeah, well.." You trailed off, stopping to chuckle and wipe a tear that ran down your face. You thought you were going crazy. Nobody knew Peter. It was as if he didn't exist, as if your life long bestfriend was imaginary.

"All of that was gone, I searched the cloud. Yet it wasn't there either there was no proof you exist-" Before you could complete your sentence, Peter engulfed you in a bear hug, making you almost fall. It took you a moment to get out of the state of surprise, but when you did, you hugged him just as tight. You heard him sniffle, and your shirt felt wet. You didn't mind, though. You stroked his hair, comforting him.

"I thought everyone forgot about me!" He cried. "I'm so happy! Words can't describe how happy I am." He pulled away and kissed your forehead." Both of you were just friends, and these forehead kisses were normal, and as much as you refused to admit it, you missed these small casual kisses he gave you. You missed his hug, his scent. You missed him. More than you realised. Right then, you promised yourself never to let him go.

#fyp #f!reader #marvel #peterparker #angst #fluff #peter parker x reader #y/n

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bruh--wtf · 1 year

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Christmas Date

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 1

Next Part

Main Masterlist

Summary: Tony’s having a Christmas party and tells Peter that having a date is necessary to come. Little does Peter know, Tony just likes playing match maker.

Peter Parker Masterlist

“Mr. Stark!” Peter groans, following Tony. “Mr. Stark I don’t have a girlfriend! And half the girls at my school don’t know I exist!”

“Then I guess you can’t go,” Tony says, shrugging, still looking at his phone.

“But, Mr. Stark, all of the Avengers are going to be there! I need to go! Can’t you just let me?” Tony roll his eyes and glances at Peter.

“Just ask out a girl, kid. It’s not that hard,” Tony says. Peter groans dramatically again.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re a billionaire!” Tony stops short and looks at Peter.

“Are you insinuating women only want me for my money?” He asks. Peter opens and closes his mouth quickly, shaking his head.

“Uh, no, no. I wasn’t-”

“I was kidding. Get a date or you can’t come, kid,” Tony says, before walking off. Later, Pepper would glare at him and roll her eyes.

“Your torturing the kid for nothing,” she says. Tony scoffs and shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. I know exactly who he’s going to ask. Then when he comes with her, that’ll be the torture,” Tony tells her and Pepper just raises her eye brows, but Tony doesn’t say anything else.

Peter went home after his day with Mr. Stark upset. He sat on his bed with his arms crossed, trying to think of someone to go with him.

He couldn’t take his aunt. That’d be embarrassing.

Then he got the best idea he’d had all day. He ran out of the apartment and knocked on the door across the hall. Y/N’s mom came to the door and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Peter? What is it?”

“Uh, is Y/N home, I need to talk to her,” he says. Her mother turned around and yelled for the girl making Peter shift his weight on his feet nervously. A second later his bestfriend came to the door. The same best friend that is, in his opinion, the most gorgeous person to ever exist. She smiles at him and walks into the hall with him.

“What’s up?” She asks. Then her eyes widen and she grins, poking his arm. “Wait, you went up to the Avengers compound today, right?” He nods and opens his mouth to talk, but she keeps going. “How was it? Did you show off again?” He knows she’s only teasing him with the smile on her face, but she rolls her eyes anyways.

“Uh, it was cool. I got to train a lot.” She smiles and raises an eyebrow, clearly wanting to hear more about it. “Um, and Mr. Stark told me about this party he’s having. A Christmas party. For the Avengers and all of them,” he says. She grins at him and bounces on her toes a little.

“Oh my God! That’s so cool, Peter! You’re going, right? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you’re going! You have to go!” She exclaims, about as excited as he was when Mr. Stark told him about it. Then she notices how nervous he looks and settles down a little. “What?”

“Uh, Mr. Stark said I can only go if I have a date,” he says. The girl in front of him raises her eyebrows and scoffs.

“That’s stupid. Isn’t the whole point of the Avenger for it to be like super secure and secret?” Peter hasn’t thought about that argument when talking to Mr. Stark. He thinks for a second but then remembered why he ran over here in the first place.

“Yeah, but I was thinking… only a few people already, uh, know about me. And, I mean, I would prefer it be someone who will be as excited as me, so…” he trails off and she raises an eyebrow. “I was thinking, maybe you’d wanna go with me,” he finishes. The girl stares at him for a second, seemingly surprised.

“As your date?” She asks. Peter quickly shakes his head and waves his hands dramatically.

“No! No, it can be a friend-date thing if you prefer that! I don’t mind either way, I mean, it can be a friend-date or a… not-friends-date, if you’d prefer that. If not, that’s fine! I mean, either way-”

“Peter!” He stops and winces at his own cringey-ness. “You can stop the sales pitch. I’ll go with you. It’ll be fun,” she says. Peter stares at her and she smiles for a second before glancing at the door to her own apartment. “I gotta go back inside. We’re about to have dinner. When’s the party?”

“Oh, uh, next Saturday. The 20th,” he says. She smiles at him and nods, grabbing the door handle.

“Great, then Peter Parker, you officially have a not-friend-date.” She then opens the door and goes inside and shuts the door before he can process what just happened.

Not-friend-date? What’s a-

Oh my God! Peter thinks. Then it finally clicks.

He has a date with Y/N!

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #marvel spiderman #spiderman #tom holland spiderman

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 1 year

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His favourite restaurant

Tasm!Peter Parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Peter lost a game of chess, now he had to cook dinner.

Warnings/tags: nothing but tooth rotting fluff, flatmate!bestfriend!reader, peter being stupidly in love, Star Wars.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a little self indulgent thing I started writing at 3 am. It’s currently 5 am. But I hope you enjoy!

“Spider-Man saves the day once again, today find out how…”

The endless chatter from the small tv drowned like background noise as they both sat on the carpeted floor. Peter had brought home an old chess board he had found at the thrift store down the street. It was old, the pieces were built of wood, thick and tall. It looked like an expensive board much to its being found at a thrift store. So, much to your complaints, he decided it would be a great idea for you both to play against each other.

“And..check” He glanced towards you before making his final move. A smirk crawling up his plump lips. Sure, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, but you were no stranger to the chess arena, either. “Nuh uh…look again, Skater boy.” Pointing towards the knight and rook that had surrounded his king, the move he was currently trying to make was only going to put his king in a difficult position…checkmate.

“Checkmate.” You stated, sitting back up with your legs crossed you extended your right hand towards him. He looked up, brown puppy eyes looking inspecting your hand like it was something alien.

“How did you do that?” He questioned, looking more in disbelief than you had initially thought.

You shrugged, smirking. “Call it beginner's luck.”

Moving your hand back towards, encouraging a shake.

“Win with dignity, lose with dignity.” You spoke up again. “We shake hands after games because it’s a sign of respect no matter the outcome.” You continued.

The light streaming from the window across the room was making it really difficult for you to keep your eyes focused. From here, the orange and pink streams glided their way in, bouncing beautifully off of Peter’s hair. It looked as though he had a halo right above him. Pale skin glowing underneath the dying sunlight as he sat up, matching your position and taking your hand in his. It caused an electric impulse to travel right up your spine. You shuddered under his warm touch as he softly shook your hands up and down. Dropping it after a few long seconds.

“Loser makes dinner, remember?” You reminded him teasingly. He groaned in response, throwing his head back on the couch as he covered his eyes with the heel of his palms. He wasn’t a bad cook, not at all. May had taught him well around the kitchen. He was just too lazy to do so sometimes. And today was only one of those days.

“Can I do it tomorrow, please?” He pleaded, soft brown orbs glowing in the light as he leaned against you, pouting. “I’ll clean the dishes instead.” He added quickly. Knowing that you were a sucker for not doing them when the sink had piled up on a busy morning or after late night dinners.

You juggled with his proposal. Consider it for a minute or two before an idea lights up in the dark of your mind.

“What if we both cook together?” You counter-proposed. As Peter nodded a little too aggressively in agreement, you laughed.

Carefully standing to stretch the numbing feeling out of your legs as Peter sat there with his head on the couch. Staring. You could have felt his gaze even from a mile away. Scarlet blood rushed up your neck and towards your cheeks as you tried to busy yourself with something.

Peter was staring. He knew he was. But just couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your figure in the dim light of your shared apartment as the sun set from behind the windows. You looked like an angel, in your long Christmas Pajamas, a shirt that had ‘Merry Sithmas’ written in the middle of it in a big, Star Wars font. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Once you had managed to fully get your feet to wake. Turning the TV off, you gestured to Peter to come along towards the small area that was your kitchen. Soft feet padding down towards the small area as Peter was left to gather his thoughts in the next minute. He glanced back towards where you had once been, now shifting into the kitchen and taking out the bit pucks needed for dinner. He liked nights like these. Where it was you and him and some random tv noises. The whole world just melted away and it was only you and him.

“You coming or not, Parker?” You shouted from across the room. Breaking his chain of thoughts. He looked dazed. Wisps of soft hair in messed all directions. He shifted his head towards you, still on the floor, not moving.

“Be right there, bub.” He reassured you. Rubbing a hand down his face as he gets up, cleaning up the mess of chess pieces on the floor and arranging it again on the coffee table.

Peter joins you in the kitchen a good minute or two after you had called for him. You had turned on the small radio in the window sill, old 80s soft rock pouring around the kitchen. As you both fall in a smooth rhythm, working your way into the process before Peter stops abruptly in the middle of the kitchen, stopping you from moving towards the other side to your chicken.

“Wait, did we discuss what’s for dinner?” He questions. Which makes you halt your tracks as well, as you tried maneuvering your way from his side.

“I thought we could make our Chinese order.” You commented, matter of factly. Peter stood there, his emotions evident on his features as a smile appeared on his face.

“You got the recipe?” He asks in disbelief as you nod profusely, mirroring his smile.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kim said if I asked for it as a Christmas present she might consider giving it. Turns out she wasn’t kidding” You laughed. Moving past Peter, towards your (seasoned) chicken and putting it into a pot of boiling water.

Before you could move to cover the lid of it, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting and twirling you as you let out a squeal. Scolding Peter to put you down so you don’t knock over the boiling pot of chicken. Peter laughed at your protests, only going faster as you both laughed your heads off.

Setting you down, his hands stayed out on the dip of your waist. Turning you around to face him, his face held an unreadable expression. Earthy orbs moving between your own and then your lips. Soft, filled with joy and something else you couldn’t quite place. Before you could fully decipher it, Peter leaned in. Hands shifting to the low of your back as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in.

It took you a second to come to your senses before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Reciprocating the hug back.

You felt his lips move against the base of your neck as your eyes closed in delight. But they opened right back as you realised he was probably trying to say something.

Removing the grip you had on him, you leaned back. Still in the intimate range you had once been in but more comfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologised. Gesturing him to repeat himself.

“I said: Thank you.” He repeated. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. Registering your lack of answer and the blown out look you had on your face, he continued:

“It was Ben’s favorite place. It was where he and May went for their first date actually.”

You were shook. Emotionally and mentally. You had known Uncle Ben for quite some time before he died. He was a great man. Always so kind and caring. You had spent a few nights at Peter’s to know he was a great cook (somehow managing to joke that it was better than May’s cooking).

After he passed, it was not easy seeing May and Peter cope with his death. It wasn’t easy for them, either . And for Peter to share that place with you, now. It somehow managed to sting your eyes before salty tears started pouring their way out.

“Aww, bub don’t cry. I was only saying thank you.” He cooed, feeling his own tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He pulled you back into his arms as you sniffled. Slightly soaking a patch into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I know you miss him, I didn’t know what that place meant to you. I’m sorry.” You cried a little more into him. His chest tighted, something pulled at his heart strings as he watched you cry for his Uncle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of his death. You simply didn’t cope well with abrupt deaths.

“Sshh..it’s alright. Maybe he is happily looking over us right now.” He comforted, looking up towards the ceiling and imagining Ben, looking down on him with a smile on his face.

He hears the radio, a familiar tune dancing it’s way into his ears as he looks towards you. Taking a step back, and dropping his hands from you. You immediately miss his touch but before you could question his movements he offers you his hand. You look at him, confused before you recognise the familiar tune from the radio: Time after time by Cyndi Lauper.

“Dance with me, Y/n.” He says, with a smile so intoxicating that you couldn’t bring yourself to protest.

So you nod, taking his hand in yours as he twirls you around. A hand behind his back, the other above your head, spinning. Moving you out at an arms length and twirling you back in, flush against his chest and back again before he has you pressed against his chest, laughter filled with heavy breathing.

There is that look again, the soft smile, the puppy eyes with pupils blown out and…tenderness. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars. He licked his lips. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, slowly leaning in as if he were being cautious that a sudden movement would scare you away. You met him halfway, a hand at the back of his neck as dry lips met chapped ones.

It was gentle, and tender, like the ones writers describe in books. With butterflies in stomachs and fireworks and the smell of home mixed with him. You couldn’t think straight. Your lips danced against each other, perfectly fit before you were left gasping for air.

“Woah-”

“Wow-”

You both whispered, words overlapping against each other before Peter pulled you back in. It was more passionate this time. His arms enveloped you completely and you busied your hands into his hair, tugging and pulling before small groans were heard from Peter. He pressed against you as you started walking backwards till your back hit the kitchen counter. His hands were all over you, your neck, waist, hips.

He was all over you before you knew it, until a burning smell hit your nostrils and you gasped into his mouth. The chicken that you had forgotten to cover was now raging, the water overflowing out of the pot. Making a mess on the stove.

You broke away from Peter, gently pushing him away to grab the pot lid and slowing down the heat to stop the chicken from over cooking. As you looked back towards the brunette boy, who was still standing near the counter, touching his lips as if it weren’t there. You realised, you were in love with Peter Parker.

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