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Kiss me more

A/N : This is my rendition of the chocolate house scene in tasm. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : your dad is the chief of NYPD and isn't fond of your boyfriend's secret alias spiderman but that doesn't stop him from sneaking into your room at night for a few kisses and a little more.

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, 69 (m & f receiving)

Sitting on your desk you’re working on your college assignment when a tap on your window grabs your attention. You look to find none other than your boyfriend as he slides up the window and steps inside your room.

“Hey.” he gives you that sweet smile.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss.

“I really missed you, baby.” he pouts out his lower lip.

“You saw me in class today.” you give him a bored look.

“That was hours ago.”

“Dad's home. You can't stay.” you inform in a hushed tone.

“C’mon Y/N don’t send me away like this.” he says, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you give in.

“Ugh OK but you gotta be quiet.”

“Quiet as a church mouse,” he says. “I don't understand why your dad hates me though?”

“He doesn't hate you.” you assure him cradling his face in your hands. “He just doesn’t like Spiderman but after the speech you gave at last week's dinner I'm not so sure either.”

“I'm just making the lives of the NYPD cops easier.” he huffs.

“Yeah, tell that to my dad because he thinks you need psychiatric attention.” you snicker.

“The only attention I need right now is from my girlfriend.” his hands circle around your waist pulling you flush against his body and dips his head to kiss you. Heat unfurls inside your body as your tongues collide. You liked kissing him, it felt so intimate as if you could touch each other’s soul and feel the love for each other you have.

“I fucking love kissing you.” he whispers as if reading your thoughts and slowly backs you to your desk. His lips are hot against yours as arousal builds inside your stomach. Your hands try to grasp on the edge of the desk instead your elbow hits the stack of books knocking them off the desk with a loud crash.

“Y/N?! What’s that noise?” you hear your dad followed by footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Shit hide!” your eyes go wide in panic pushing him away. Peter quickly hides behind the stuffed armchair while you open the door with a smile trying to act normal. “Hey dad!”

“Everything alright honey? I heard some noise.”

“Yeah, yeah I just stubbed my toe on the desk and the books fell down.” you tell him.

“You should be more careful, Y/N.” Your dad’s voice is full of concern.

“It’s nothing really.” you assure him.

“Do you want me to make you some coco?” Since childhood whenever you didn’t feel good a cup of coco made by your father cured everything for you. But that’s not what you need right now.

“Dad, I'm 21 years old. I do not need coco because I hurt my toe.”

“Ok…” he eyes you skeptically. “I thought I remembered somebody saying the other day that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house.”

Your face flames in embarrassment clearly aware that Peter is listening.“Daaad!” you groan “I’m fine. You go enjoy watching the football match.”

“Ok, ok…” your dad laughs. “Goodnight sweetheart. Don’t stay up all night studying.”

“Goodnight daddy.” You shut the door quickly turning the lock and turn around to find Peter splayed on your bed grinning.

“Chocolate house?” you shrug nonchalantly and he chuckles. “That's a very cute fantasy.”

“Yeah, yeah now shut up.” you huff rolling your eyes.

“Make me.” Mischief dances in his eyes.

“Is that a challenge?” you quirk an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” He lifts a shoulder casually.

“Well then I got some ideas.” you smirk climbing on the bed beside him to take things off where you had left as you lean on molding your lips with his. Your hands explore his body slowly inching the hem of his shirt to expose the defined abs. You drag your mouth down his throat and place a kiss in the middle of his chest.

He shudders in anticipation as you trail your lips down to the V that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. He’s painfully hard, the huge bulge giving it away. You rub him over his jeans teasingly and he moans.

“You gotta be quiet, bug boy.” you smile wickedly and halt your ministrations. “Or else I’ll stop.”

“No, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet I promise.” he croaks.

You pull his zipper down.

His chocolate brown grows a shade darker, he lifts his hips for you to slide his jeans and boxers down.

Your mouth waters when his dick springs free, long and thick leaking with precum. Your clit throbs as you rub your thighs together wanting nothing but to rip your clothes off and ride him to oblivion. You wrap your fingers around the base giving him a slow, teasing stroke and he chokes out a curse.

Lowering your mouth you glide your tongue along his shaft. His fingers tangle in your hair as you squeeze the base of his cock with your hand and flick your tongue through his slit tasting the salty precum.

Peter's brain short circuits, hips thrusting upward as he swallows a groan but a harsh breath still manages to escape from him. You look up to him loving the effect you have on him.

“I’m trying.” he grits through his teeth and you smile, sucking the tip. He watches you slowly take every inch of him until your nose grazes his pelvis. You ease back up, your hand working him in tandem with your mouth.

Pleasure rises up his spine as you swallow him whole with every downward stroke. Peter feels like he might blow out any second and he doesn’t want it to end so soon. He grips your hair and tugs your head up. “Sit on my face.”

“What?”

“I want to taste you too.” he rasps.

A fresh wave of arousal pools between your legs at his words but you were still a little unsure as you’ve never done this whole 69ing thing before. “You sure?”

“Yeah I always wanted to try this.”

You were quick to discard your panties and turn around to straddle his face. Your dress bunched at your waist as Peter holds your thighs spreading you wide. The first swipe of his tongue draws a strangled noise out of you.

“Quiet baby” he taunts before giving a long, languid lick from your dripping hole to your clit. You retaliate by taking him in your mouth and it's his time to make noise.

“Oh my god.” he groans against your pussy. “We’re never gonna make it through this.”

Your soft laughter sends vibrations down his shaft. His hips thrust up involuntarily, his tip hitting the back of your throat making you yelp.

“Sorry.” he mumbles.

“It’s ok.” you say and he turns his attention back to eating you out. His hands knead the soft mounds of your ass as his tongue pumps in and out of you. The sweet taste of you on his tongue and your warm mouth on his cock giving him a sensory overload. He circles his tongue on your swollen clit and you whimper, grinding harder on his face.

Peter chuckles at your eagerness until you run your tongue over the pulsing vein underside his cock and all his laughter dies down. His balls tighten, release simmering to the surface. “You close?”

“Almost.” you say a little out of breath.

Peter wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You squirm above him as he pushes two thick digits inside you. You’re so wet and tight that it takes all his willpower not to bust a nut then and there.

“C’mon babe,” he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “Don’t make me come alone.” you moan quietly, rocking your hips.

“That’s it.” he coaxes.

You suck him harder as your walls clench around his fingers. Pleasure soars inside you as your release floods his mouth which makes him explode into your mouth.

You get off him to lie down beside him. “That was fun.”

“Yeah we should do that again.” he agrees, his arms coming to wrap around you as you snuggle in his warmth.

“Y/N”

You both freeze at your father’s deep voice. Even though you locked the door you feel like your dad could see through the door as you and Peter lay half naked on your bed.

You clear your throat gathering yourself. “Ye-yes dad?”

“Tell Parker to use the front door next time or he’ll have to pay for any damages to the drainage pipes.”

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Lost The Game

SUMMARY: The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man's after battle consequences.

The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is.

The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.

⚠️ Minors DNI. | 🏷️ 4.9K , fluff, part one of three, reposting this 'cause some people missed this one and asked for it.

The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by.

It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, close to passing out and too lost in pain to make it wherever he wanted to in his mind.

That was the first time you helped Spider-Man, and the day that set the motion for one of the strangest turns in your life. For him to barge in through your metaphorical walls and literal window, and make his little nest inside your mind.

Spider-Man never shared his identity, and you never asked.

After you help him that night—the bad guys of that night turned out to be the first in a string of problems Oscorp created, and therefore the first of many visits you'd have from Spider in your area for the next two months to come.

Your apartment became the place he came to after he discovered something in his investigations, or even if it had just been a bad night filled with bad guys and bullet scrapes.

You never asked any questions, he found he could breathe inside your room, and hence commenced this... situantionship.

It was obvious you thought about it a lot.

While at work, during your classes and lectures, as you walked by the grocery shop and bought your eggs, it was often that thoughts of him stole all of your attention and derailed your mind to one of thousand questions:

Why does he keep coming back?

Why is so easy to talk to?

Is it normal that I want to hear his laughter, like, all the time now?

Does he think about me when he's living his everyday life being... whoever he is?

To some of your questions, eventually, you found answers.

To others, not so much.

The question: Why does he keep coming back? Was the easiest one to reply.

He did it for you, three months after the first visit.

"You're like, really chill about all of this, you know?" Spider said.

That night, his wound was a gash on the middle of his back. He said he'd fallen out of a roof after a miscalculated web shot, and while chasing the robber and trying to keep the bag from falling out of his other hand, he'd landed on something and it resulted in this.

"I told you before, I'm a—"

"Nurse student, uhum, I know," he interrupted.

Spider always kept his mask lifted above his lips at your house. It was tradition since you had to give him water that very first night after he passed out. You'd lifted his mask only halfway, taken the straw to his lips and then, you'd seen his lips tremble as he thanked you for keeping his identity to himself.

You were ninety percent sure that was the whole reason he trusted you so easily.

"I'm not talking about the horrible and gross stuff on my body that I come to you with, though," he continued. Spider's smile was nice, but you never kept your eye on it for too long. You liked how he rambled a lot—it was a nice contrast to your blunt and short way to be. "I'm talking about the whole—I have a secret identity and keeping that part of me hidden is something important to me not because I'm me, but because Spider is Spider and I don't want people to be related to me when I'm also Spider 'cause that's—that's dangerous." Spidey licked his dry lips, and you put the cotton back on his back, cleaning the stitches. "That part."

That ramble in particular carried more than your usual nonsensical, silly conversations.

Spider came around not often, but enough times that you know knew some random facts about him. He may not share who he was, but the mask gave him an outing to share other things.

Like this. The fear of why knowing who the man behind the mask is.

You wondered who he'd lost already.

"It makes sense," you finally said. "And plus. I told before: I don't need to know anything you don't wanna tell me." That part was very true. You were content with how things were—the tidbits he shared about himself, the weird and random late-night visits that made your tedious life at least a little exciting every now and then. "You're a funny dude, Spider-boy—"

He jumps in. "Man, Spider-Man."

Oh, it was so easy to tease this Spider-Man. You continued, as if he hadn't interrupted. "I'm content with our little talks about the planets and the late stages of capitalism. Don't need much else."

He chuckled. You were done patching him up, and Spider gets up to check his back on your mirror. "You're a rare and peculiar being, Miss Y/l/n. And this is a neat job, woah." He looked back at you, and you realized you were getting used to the big eyes. "You're getting better at this."

You preened under the praise. "Really?!"

"Yeah. This is worlds better than the first stiches you gave me. Like—not a single comparison," he laughed.

You threw a pillow at him. "Ungrateful fuck. You were dying—"

"I was not dying, I was a few blinks away from a momentary state of unconsciousness—"

"—that's literally one of the first stages before death—"

"—Is it? Are there stages of death? 'Cause I'm pretty resilient. I don't know if you know this about spiders, but like—we're very strong. I heal fast, you said it yourself."

"Why do I even patch you up?" You crossed your arms. There was a ridiculous, huge smile on your face. "If you're so good at healing yourself."

Spider threw his hands in the air, and ducked his shoulders in retreat. "No—no, that's not—let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I may not have been dying, but I would've been in very bad sheets if it hadn't been for you. Really." He put his hands together in prayer. "I thanked you every day I came for weeks after that. You know I'm grateful, c'mon."

It was hard pretending to be mad at him. "I know, Spider-boy." This time, the nickname pulled a smile out of him. Every time you said with fondness, that was the result. Still, you wondered. "But seriously, though. Is there... a reason you come back to me, now? I'm not asking because I mind. Or because it's a bother—I meant when I said I like our talks. I just wonder, 'cause... I imagine you don't want people who live with you to see you wounded."

I know it hurts me when I do, and I barely even know you.

He must've seen how you meant it. How that was one of the questions brought by him being in your life, and maybe for that reason, he answered.

"I actually live close by," Spider chuckled. "I was trying to get home that day. In the alley."

"Oh."

"Yeah... And you were so nice, that I just..."

"Came back."

"Yup." He smiled with his lips closed, and you nodded, glad to have an answer to at least one of your questions.

So he came back because he did live close by. Your assumptions on that had been right, and it made sense, too. It explained his visits, and how this was always the direction he ended in at the end of the day.

The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two.

As the months grow, so does the inevitable and clear reality that there may be a mask between you and him, but that you two are people.

The heat of your hand against his back, his ribs, his torso—they're real.

The way his lips get dry whenever he drops by your window with a broken rib or an excuse to be there in the first place and he's greeted with the sight of you sleeping in nothing but a t-shirt—that's real.

Tension. Building up like electricity in the distance, only the wind blowing stronger and the air getting crisper as an indicator that a storm is brewing and close by.

Connection. Growing with each conversation and thick moment of silence, the number of times when either one of you has to rip your gaze away from each other's lips.

That's real and palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is.

The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows.

One day, it snaps.

It's 03:19 in the morning, and if Spider arrived ten or fifteen minutes later, you'd be out.

Dead to this world and unable to answer his taps on your window.

It's Saturday, the very first one of your summer break, and that means all windows are closed to avoid the bugs and to keep the air conditioning in. It also means baby dolls to bed, hair tied up if you want to stay alive without sweating like a pig, and being so sleep-drunk after binge-watching endless hours of tv shows you needed to catch up on that you had no right to answer the door.

Or the window.

You drank half a bottle of wine alone in bed.

You were almost out.

It had been two weeks since you last him (not that you were counting) and you weren't expecting him—truly, you weren't, but when Spider knocks, you answer.

It's rhythmic, like every time:

Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock. Knock-knock.

Five quick taps. Tap, tap.

Your eyes blink wide open, despite their desire to be very closed right now.

The alcohol seems gone from your body. In its place, it left a thirst, a low hum, and there he is.

Spider-boy.

There's no need to get up from your bed; it's placed right under the big vertical window that leads to the staircase outside the building, so you just ruffle through your duvets until you reach the lock and let him in.

Spider does the favor of not falling with his sticky, likely bloody suit on your bed. Instead, he drops to the floor with a loud thud and a grunt, and you chuckle to yourself.

Thank god you live with a roomate in a loft and not with your parents.

"And he says he's gracious, ladies and gentlefolk," are your greeting words to him. "Evening, mister. You injured?"

From your bed, it's impossible to see his figure on the floor. Your bed is tall, and after all these months, you know better than to worry yourself sick every time he comes to your house. The first visits were almost certain heart attacks, but you pray this isn't one of those times where Spidey met a weird mutation or some semi-alien thing.

"I'm good," he says from the floor. There's a ruffling and some more grunting, and you picture him lifting the mask—up, up, up; stopping underneath the nose, perched right on top of it so he can breath fresh air. "Oh, fuck."

"What's wrong?" So much for not worrying. Well, you tried at least. He can hear your heartbeat rising—and fuck, that is embarrassing every time.

"I think—I thiiiiink..."

"Dude. You're scaring me," you cat-walk on the bed until you're positioned at the edge and you can see him, and Spider's got his right hand over his left shoulder. "What did you do?"

"I don't know?" He sounds and looks confused. And a bit in pain. Usually, when there's that thin layer of sweat covering his body, it means he's in pain. "I think I dislocated my shoulder. I wouldn't know. Never dislocated a shoulder before."

"Jesus fucking christ," you get out from the bed, wobbling a little to detangle from your sheets. You kneel by his side and slap his hand away from his shoulder, inspecting it with caution. What would he have done if he hadn't stumbled upon you? Fallen on multiple houses until some merciful soul who knew basic medical care agreed to patch him up? Jesus. "You did."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, fuck."

"Stand still and breathe through your nose."

"What?" Spider perks up. "Ah! Are you gonna put it back?"

"Yes. Now breathe for me." If there's one thing to be said about him, is that he's a good listener. "Good. I'll feel you up 'till I got the right place, I'll count to three, I'll snap. Easy-peasy. 'Kay?"

"You done this before?"

You scoff. "I've got three brothers and they all play sports, Spider-boy. I was on the wrestling team. Does that answer your question?"

He nods, smiling in amazement. "Yeah. Alright."

"Okay. Breathe through your nose, outta your mouth. Relax the best you can."

Popping shoulders back in place is a tricky thing to do if you have no idea what it's the goal, but once you learn it, it's basically like closing a lid. You run your palms smoothly and gently through Spider's shoulders and he breathes, and as soon as you feel his relaxation, you pop it back.

"Ow! Fuck! Ow, ow, Y/n, what the hell—there was no counting! Where was the counting? Ow, fuck—"

"If I counted you would've tensed up," you chuckle. "Breathe again, steady and easy. Don't move that shoulder around too much."

Spider focuses on your face, and you imagine his eyes must be burning holes through your forehead. You laugh because all you can see is the bug-like eyes, and it's a comedic, but fond sight to have—he thinks he's being intimidating, you just wish he smelled a little worse after a whole night of helping save the city.

You climb back on your bed, feeling the sleepiness creeping around the corners of your mind.

There's silence for a while, and you can feel Spider moving around the floor. He must be feeling up his sore shoulder, and you've grown used to the peaks in quietness and never-ending words that come out of him.

A pendulum, and a balance.

You open your tablet once again, then restart the episode of the documentary you'd been seeing from zero. It's just background noise, and given the hour, Spider will probably leave soon.

That's what you're thinking.

He usually leaves when the injury's minor. He hangs around if the time is somewhat earlier than it is today, asks about your day, or just continues the flow of conversation that started when he sat down and you started tending his wounds. Then he leaves. "I don't wanna impose too much."

"Thank you for the hospitality, milady."

"As always, Miss Y/l/n, goodnight and thank you very, very much."

"You have, like, glitter in your hair. Did you know you've got glitter in your hair? You should shower again. What—don't throw pillows at me—oh, is this Dori? I'm taking this home with me, this is so fucking cute. Oop. No, this isn't yours—you used it as a weapon against me so now I'm taking it as collateral damage. Bye, Y/n!"

This night, Spider props his head on the edge of your bed.

You pause the video, and look to your side.

With most people, silence feels suffocating or uncomfortable.

With him, it's nothing but another blanket to lie on.

"What's on your mind?" You ask. Your voice is a breath, a soft whisper, but you're aware of his listening abilities by now.

Spider's mouth presses on a thin line. Dances in a pout from left to right, and he looks around your room instead of answering.

Patiently, you wait for his answer.

When it comes, he's looking over to your wardrobe. Specifically, the part where you hang all your polaroids. He looks over to that part a lot.

Whatever thought is running through his mind, it's a big one.

Spider shakes his head from left to right abruptly. "No," he says. "It's stupid."

"Spidey." You're tired. His presence makes you feel a bit drunk—it's impossible to be sleepy when he's around. "Spit it out."

He shakes his head again.

"I won't laugh," you promise. "Pinky promise."

You lift your pinky.

He smiles, and hides it on your duvet.

His right-hand reaches on top of your blankets and he links his pinky with yours. He says: "Is it stupid that sometimes I wished we could just... hang out?" He asks. He sighs deeply. "I had a really, really shitty day today. Not even because of—crime, or whatever. It was just not my day," he shrugs his shoulders. "I kinda wanted to just with you for a bit and, I don't know, watch something. But I can't—How stupid would I look with some hoodie and sweatpants on and this mask?" He laughs at himself.

Nothing of what he said sounds stupid to you. You frown, then unlink your pinkies so you can slap him in the most playful and non-violent way you can think of. "I told you to stop talking about yourself like that." Whenever he did, it hurt you almost more than his cuts and bruises. You nod with your chin towards your wardrobe. "There's a hoodie or two in there that could fit you. Your lucky I've got brothers with the memory of fishes, though, 'cause it'd be between you and god to get into one of my pants."

"So, me lying in bed with you, moping my ass off, in sweats and mask... that won't be strange?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little?" He's got his chin propped up on the edge of your bed and the bug eyes along with that smile should be a polaroid itself.

"No," you chuckle at his disbelief. "Spidey, what's the difference between your mask and the random character avatars I see daily in my online friend's pages?" You snort and pet the spot on the bed next to you. "Just get your bug ass in here, man. I thought we were past these dilemmas."

Spider nods, chuckles to himself, and gets up from the floor, walking to your wardrobe. "Thanks," he says. His voice comes out low and rough, and you thank the sleepiness in your body for the lack of response from your heart.

"No problem." While he changes out of the suit, you re-organize the bed as a way to quiet your nervousness, making way for Spider to lay by your side.

When he comes out from the wardrobe, you see him in the black sweatpants and your Marge grey sweater. On you, it's a dress for cozy autumn nights, while on Spider, it fits just right. Not too baggy, not too lose.

The mask is a bit of a funny sight, but you've grown so used to seeing only half of his face that the mirth passes in a second.

He plops his body next to yours, and then a groan comes out. He forgot about how sore his shoulder must still be.

"Still hurts?" You confirm.

He's lying a few inches away from you. His thigh is so close to yours you can feel its warmth, and his shoulders are so big that when he leans against the headboard with you, they brush.

"Yeah," he nods. "I don't heal that fast."

"I wouldn't know," you chuckle. "Your healing factor is insane to me. For anyone, you realize that, right?"

"I guess. I don't think much about it."

His strength, speed, and other enhancements are things you try thinking about the least because the shudder that runs through your body anytime one of those thoughts slips through your crafted locks is not something to joke with.

"Superheros," you mutter with sass. "You wanna watch mindless TV or d'you wanna talk?"

Spider looks from the screen propper on your legs to you.

"Mindless TV, please," he nods.

"Alright."

You press play on My Octopus Teacher, and every wire in your brain fries for a moment when you feel him snuggling underneath the blankets, getting closer to you. As an instinct, you snuggle closer too, and you two end up with your sides pressed against each other.

It's warm.

It makes your heart settle.

Sitting side by side with Spider like this is... new. Even though your best efforts are to always keep in mind this friendship has its guidelines, sometimes the wandering thoughts are impossible to stop.

What's it like hanging out with him when he's taking pictures of the things he likes registering?

Is he good in the kitchen? Does Spider have dinner dates with his friends too?

Questions. All the questions you don't get an answer to.

Not if your friend is Spider.

You've made peace with it.

What you never had time to process, though, is how his skin makes yours respond.

It happened a few times by now. The times when you're cleaning a wound too close to his face, or he has to remove the upper part of his suit—the sharp intakes of breath when your palm brushes his skin a certain way; the way his muscles tense underneath your hold when you have to grab him, apply pressure to his wounds.

You know he notices you too. Your mind reels with the possibilities, and the voices in your head fight against any of the scenarios where his reactions come from the same place as yours.

Embarrassing. That's what it is, feeling that way over a man who trusts you as a friend and who probably has a girlfriend he never mentioned—what are the chances he'd want you, too?

This is Spider-Man.

There's no way he's not interested in anyone—he's a college guy. There's no way in hell whoever he wants doesn't want him back.

Spider pulls you from the depths in your head with a whisper close to your ear. "This dude was definitely a mermaid in another life."

You hope your laughter masks any other sounds. "I think we can call him a mermaid now. That breath control is crazy."

Spider nods at that, and then his body slides down lower in your bed until his head fits on the crook of your neck.

By the time the movie's over, you've been swallowed by the heat radiating from his body and the calmness that his presence brings you.

He's in silence, but you know he's awake. The clock reads past four in the morning, but you've reached the point where it seems your body's restarting all over again. "We can talk if you want," you offer in a whisper.

"I don't wanna burden you," he replies immediately.

You sigh.

"Damn." This man. "Am I just, like, your resident nurse, dude?"

His head snaps up from your shoulder, "What?! No."

"Then why would you burden me?" When you will get it? When you accept that I'm here for you? "Spidey. We are friends, aren't we?"

He exhales, and his shoulders deflate when he sees what he's doing again. When he speaks, it's a low mutter. "I'm doing it again," he states.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry—I'm trying," I'm trying not to push you away. You two have had this talk before. It's in moments like these that you remember how close six months of a lot of patching up and random, yet at times deep talks can do to two people. "Of course we're friends, Y/n."

"Good." You scooch a little closer so your bodies are fitting together again, suddenly missing his touch. "So. If you want to talk, you can."

He takes a moment, then gives you a sharp nod. "Alright. You're ready to hear about the tales of a very shitty day?"

"Yes."

"You can totally laugh, by the way—now that it's almost over I can see the universe just took the day to take the piss, so. It's fine. I won't be mad." Spider sits up straighter and the movement makes your body slide down a bit; he gets both of your legs and places them on top of his thighs. You giggle, your hands tingling with the proximity. "Alright. Picture this: I woke up. First thing I see when I come out of my room is Harry's naked ass and his hook up of last night sitting on the kitchen counter where we eat..."

It starts funny, it gets sad, then a little unbelievable. If it were anyone else other than Spider-Freaking-Man sitting by your side, you'd have to call the mental hospital for check-in without a doubt, but this is him. His life isn't easy, or normal, and fairness seems to run low on whoever wrote his life outline.

You do laugh at some points. In others, you hold his hand.

Spider had a day. One of those days where it simply isn't your day.

When he says, "...Yeah. So now—I don't know," with a shrug. "I'll have to find out if I can get some help on this one. Maybe that Daredevil guy. Or someone else. I think—No, I need help. I really do," he ends with a sigh.

Your heart's squeezed tight inside your chest.

"That sucks," you whisper.

"Yeah," he gives you a sad smile.

"Hug?" You offer, opening your arms.

His smile grows to a more real one. "Please."

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, and you make sure to fit your chests together properly so you can squeeze him. Hug him tight, and pass him as much of your comfort as you can.

In two heartbeats, Spider melts inside your arms.

His whole upper body mellows like someone pressed the right button. He nuzzles his nose on the same place his head was lying on a few minutes ago.

Spider squeezes you back, and all you can think about how lucky you are to have him.

You wish you could card your fingers through his hair, but since you can't, you bring your palm to the nape of his neck. You squeeze your fingers around it—you want to bring him the peace he brings you, but instead, what happens is the last thing you expected.

He shivers.

At the first caress of your fingers at the base of his neck, a shiver that starts on his head and electrocutes his whole body is felt.

With your bodies this up close, there's nothing you two could hide from each other.

The spike on your heartbeat—he'd hear it, but this time, he feels it.

The heat on the bottom half of his cheeks—you might see it due to the proximity, but you feel it.

Your heart's thumping like it's about to take off.

Your throat runs dry, and—is he shaking? Oh, god, he's shaking.

It's Spidey who breaks the silence. "I—It feels like you're about to have a heart attack," it's an awed, low whisper. Anything louder than that would feel wrong in the bubble that's created around you two.

The energy vibrating between your bodies must have its own gravitation pull.

You wanna say, Yeah, your lips make me feel like that, but Spidey's still nestled on your neck and you can still think. "I..." I'm getting wet. His lips are too close to your neck, and his hand on your lower back is squeezing around your pijamas.

Mortification seizes your body as the next question comes to mind:

Can he smell you too?

Spidey must mistake the tense-up of your body for discomfort because he starts pulling away. "I'm making you uncomfortable, right? I'm sorry, I—"

He's taken his head off your shoulder and pulled only a few inches when you grab him by the arm, fingers gripping on his—yours sweater.

"No, don't. You're not—I'm sorry—I'm the one being weird," you make me feel so good, why do you make me feel so good? You swallow down the knot that crawls up, that stupid need to cry that arises every time your embarrassment gets too much. "I'm just paranoid sometimes. About how much you sense. Don't mind me," you shrug.

"What I can sense?" He echoes, shrugging. He shouldn't have pulled away.

Now his faces are inches away from yours.

You're thinking of an excuse when his smile starts dropping, fading away.

Your hands are still on his biceps, so you feel when his body tenses.

The sirens in your head turn on, every single one of them.

Oh, he can definitely smell you. If he hadn't caught on before, your stupid, loud mouth just gave you away.

"Oh, god. Y/n," he huffs in a breathless whisper.

"I'm sorr—," you start, but he cuts you off.

Well, his lips do.

Spider's head leans in quick, and in one blink, you feel his chapped, dry lips pressing against yours.

Everything comes to a standstill.

The white noise in your head goes away when he pulls back a few inches. You two have a moment, simply staring at each other. Then, the next words out of his mouth make any thought disappear from your head. "You really want this? Me?"

You lick your lips, getting a taste of Spider and everything you denied yourself so far.

"I really want you," you confess.

Spider lets out a shaky breath. "Good." He nods. The hand on your waist holds on tighter, and he pulls you closer. "I haven't wanted anything this bad in a long, long time."

When he kisses you again, you can feel that.

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p3terparker · 2 years

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𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 - 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter gets sad because you told him no.

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you and peter were both very satisfied in your relationship with each other. your relationship was very fulfilling, both emotionally and physically. you guys had a habit of spoiling each other, you especially. you would do anything to make peter happy, which is why you always agree to go to comic con with him every year even if you’re not interested. this year, however, you weren’t really up for it.

it was the middle of the school day, and you and peter were at lunch with your friends when he brought up going to comic con.

“babe, comic con is next week! i was thinking for our costumes this year we should both dress as spider-man.” he giggled, finding the thought of you both going dressed as his secret identity funny.

“ehh, i’m kind of not in the mood to go this year. you should go with harry though!” you suggested, not catching the frown that appeared on his face before turning back to continue chatting with your friends.

peter was silent for the rest of lunch, but you didn’t notice because you were preoccupied with your friends, laughing at their lame jokes. the bell rang indicating it was time to go to your next class, which you and peter had together. you guys usually walk together, but right as the bell rang peter immediately stood up and started heading to class without you. you brushed it off thinking maybe he needed to talk to your teacher before class started.

walking into your class, you headed towards the table where you and peter sat next to each other every day only to find him sitting next to someone else. before you were able to ask him why he was sitting there, your teacher announced class was starting.

class ended after another painfully long hour, and school was finally dismissed. you walked up to peter and held his hand with a small smile.

“we should go get sushi! it’s not that far of a walk from here” you suggested while looking up at peter who didn’t seem to be on board with your plan.

“no thanks, i just wanna head home” he said bluntly.

you assumed he was in a bad mood and would confide in you in his own time so you didn’t push him, you just obliged and walked to his apartment silently.

reaching his apartment, you both walked into his room and layed on his bed. usually, peter cuddles you, wrapping his arms around you so tightly to the point where you feel like you’re being crushed and you have to tell him to loosen his grip, but this time he just layed with his back facing towards you. feeling a little uneasy, you decided to ask him what’s up.

“peter?” you say softly, pulling his body to face you.

“hmm?” he hummed uninterestedly, causing you to feel even weirder.

“is everything alrigh–”

“do you want to break up with me?” he cut you off, finally facing you fully.

“what?!” you exclaimed, sitting up completely. “of course i don’t want to break up with you, what made you think that?”

“today was the first time you said no to me” peter mumbled with the cutest pout on his face. you thought back to lunch when he asked you to go to comic con with him, and everything instantly started adding up.

smiling to yourself, you put both hands on each side of his face and made him look at you.

“you are such a spoiled brat, you know that right?” you giggled softly.

“whatever, i’ll just go with harry like you said” he mumbled again, trying to break free of his grasp.

“pete, i’ll go with you. if you were that upset you could’ve just told me.” you smiled and gave in, instantly seeing his face light up with joy.

“will you dress up as spiderman with me too?” he asked, giving you puppy-dog eyes.

“yes peter, i’ll dress up as spiderman with you.”

feeling like he just won the lottery, peter sat up quickly and wrapped you in his arms before dragging you to lay back down with him.

“you’re the best girlfriend in the world! i was so miserable when you turned me down, please don’t ever do that again. i felt like screaming, crying, and vomiting” he exclaimed while peppering your face with kisses.

“you are so spoiled, peter.”

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softwebss · 2 years

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can I request a peter parker reader where the reader is on her period and peter does what he can to help her feel better? ily azzie <333

�� flower anon

that is very slay of you to request flower anon- ilyt! also im like 99.99999% sure that ik who you are 😏 so beware anon... beware- also I kinda sorta went out of the lines on the 'helping her feel better part'

PAIRING – tasm! peter parker x female! reader SUMMARY – peter parker finds out you're on your period GENRE – fluff, romance, peter being soft WARNINGS – soft petey, periods + mention of blood

You were laying on your back at the end of your bed, stuffing nachos in your mouth letting 'star wars' play on the television.

Your stomach pained with cramps, which was the worst feeling to ever exist. It was that time of the month. Your period.

You let a sigh out, and leaned forward to change the movie. The sounds of lightsabers were starting to annoy you. Before you could change the channel, you heard a slight tap on your window.

"May I?" a familiar voice whispered, hanging at the edge of your window.

"It's open," you mumbled, suddenly having the urge to sit up straight and fix your clothes. Did you just notice you looked like all hell broke loose?

The masked vigilante swooped down, having crawled through. His eyes widened underneath his mask, seeing you in such a... messy state.

He took his mask off, revealing his mop of brown hair. A grin was plastered across his face. "peter parker, you adorable idiot" you thought to yourself.

"What do you want, spidey?" you mused. Peter ran a hand through his curly locks, and sauntered over to you. He put a hand on your forehead. "Is anything wrong?" you inquired.

"Nothing, love," his tone was concerned. A flock of butterflies swarmed your heart, as he called you that. You loved it when he called you that. "I should be more or less asking you that," Peter mumbled. You raised an eyebrow.

He frowned, sitting on the hem of the bed now. "Are you sick?" Peter asked.

"No," you retorted a little too quickly, "Why would I be?"

you pulled the blanket more over your heating pad, so he couldn't see. He glanced at your... area and smirked.

"I think I know why you've been so cranky and tired lately," Peter said, slightly pulling the sheets to reveal your heating pad, and the pool of blood beneath it from the night earlier. You just had to be too lazy to wash it, didn't you.

You hung your head back and smacked his shoulder. "I hate you," you grimaced. He shrugged aimlessly and wagged a finger in front of your face.

"You could've just told me you were on your month, y'know," Peter rolled his eyes. "I wasn't gonna overreact, I'm not some douché like Flash."

"I know you aren't," You flushed, your cheeks reddening at the fact that he knew. "I was just- I thought that you would- erm... probably.. probably avoid me-"

"And why would I avoid the love of my life?" he asked playfully.

"I dunno," you fumbled, "It's kinda disgusting that the fact I'm bleeding out and-"

"It's not disgusting," he snapped, "Don't degrade yourself like that, dumbass. It's a small price to pay for being able to have children of the most beautiful girl in the world."

You blushed, and draped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. "I love you..." you giddily reminded him. The smell of his cologne was heavenly to you.

Peter patted your head and landed a kiss on your head. "I love you too, dumbass..."

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Golden hour

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter is so in love with you, that he has to ask you that one question

Warnings: like one swear word, so so much fluff

Words: 0.7k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

You and Peter were sprawled on the sofa. He was snuggling you close, a movie playing on the tv. You had your favorite novel in your hand, your entire focus on the book.

Peter loved moments like this. He loved, that you enjoyed each others presence even if you didn't talk. He wouldn't change this quiet, peaceful time with you for anything.

His attention was on the movie, sometimes stealing a glance at you, until the streaks of the sunlight peeked through the window. It started bothering him as it was making his eyes burn.

He was about to walk to the window and close the curtains, but his attention shifted to you.

The sun shined bright on your face, making you look like an angel. He couldn't help but to stare. You were clearly enjoying the warm on your skin, not at all bothered by it.

His head was tilted as he admired your pretty features. Honestly, Peter thought you were always beautiful, the most beautiful. But right now, you looked like from a whole other world.

He didn't know if it was the sun kissing your face or of it was the expressions, you were making, while reading the book, that pulled at the strings on his heart. He didn't want for this moment to ever end.

He tenderly brushed the hair, that was falling to your eyes, behind your ear and that made you look up at him.

He had the most love-sick look on his face and you confusedly frowned at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you questioned his dissociated expression.

"Pete?" you called out his name.

"Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me..." he breathed out.

"Peter, are you feeling okay?" you ignored the fast beat of your heart from his surprising question.

"Perfect. I'm perfect" he oh so softly smiled at you. You were getting concerned, he was looking at you like some puppy and you didn't know what to make of it.

"But i could be better if you would marry me" he curled a strand of your hair around his finger.

"Baby, did you hit your head last night during the patrol?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"Well, you did just ask me to marry you" you sheepishly admited.

"And will you?"

"Will i what?" your heart was really going like a thousand miles an hour.

"Marry me?" he affectionally brushed your cheek.

"Pete, are you being serious?"

"Of course, i am" he responded, " i have my best girl in my arms, looking ridiculously pretty may i add. How could i not be asking that? Jesus, sweetheart, you don't even know how much i love you. It's driving me crazy, i feel like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest whenever i see you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So what do you say, will you marry me? Please?"

You sniffled and giggled when he added the please. You weren't expecting Peter to ask you to marry him this afternoon.

But you weren't complaining, you loved Peter with every fiber of your body. You've been together for a while now and you loved everything about him and your relationship. It was always felt so real with him, so you didn't hesitate about the answer.

You threw yourself on him with glossy eyes," Yes, yes, yes."

You locked your hands behind his head, squeeling in happiness. Peter squeezed your body so tight, that you almost couldn't breath.

"I love you so so so much " he whispered against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin and his eyes were full of tears, aswell.

"I love you more."

"Not possible" he argued and you had to giggle.

"Can't believe, that i'm gonna marry you" he slightly pulled back to look at your damp face and brushed the fallen tears away.

"Me too" you rubbed your nose against his in fondness.

"You know, as your fiancée now, i think you should kiss me" you grinned at him.

"You're right, i definitely should kiss the love of my life" and he did.

He kissed you like he had for the first time. So soft and slow, like he wanted to imprint it to his mind, so he could remember it forever. It was a kiss, full of raw emotions.

"Fuck, i can't wait to marry you" Peter sighed against your lips.

He fidgeted with your fingers and said, "i don't have the ring yet, but i'll go and buy you the most perfect one for you tomorrow."

"I'm sure, i'll love it" you shyly beamed and Peter kissed you again.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I had to post this for the second time, it wouldn't show up in the tags....

Let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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oracleofapollon · 2 years

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hey babe, let’s go out tonight

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: while having lunch with peter parker you pine for him so much it hurts.

warnings: fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers, reader has hair long enough to put behind their ear

wc: 1.5k

It’s a sunny day, you forgot your sunglasses and now are cursing at yourself, because the sun shines damn brightly. And because of this you almost don’t notice the boy approaching the bench you’re lounging on.

“Hi there, sunshine,” says Peter teasingly as he drops his backpack next to your feet. You pull your earbuds out and pretend you didn’t catch the stupid nickname he gave you.

Stupid, stupid, stupidly cute nickname.

That was the whole thing with Peter Parker. You were unable to define what you two had going on, which was terrifyingly exciting. Technically you were friends—best friends, even. Inseparable, two halves of the whole, unstoppable and forever. At least it felt like it. You always appreciated those moments with him; walks in the park, getting milkshakes, seeing cheap and bad movies at your local theater, or like now, having lunch together everyday at 12 between your classes. But sometimes his eyes would linger on yours for too long, and the honey of his eyes would envelop you, and his hair would look so soft, and his lips so pink, and the little beauty mark on his cheek so worthy of your love, and those tranquil moments would become too intimate for you. Everytime you scold yourself for feeling the warmth dripping from your heart and flooding your body.

He doesn’t feel that way. You shouldn’t feel that way.

“Hi,” you smile, finally able to open your eyes fully thanks to the shadow he’s casting while towering over you. “You’re late.”

“By a minute,” he rolls his eyes and, oh god, oh god, no, he takes his hoodie off in that stupid way that he does, his t-shirt riding up and leaving his abdomen naked right in front of you.

You immediately look down to find your bag and take out a sandwich and an apple you packed for lunch. Totally not thinking about the trail of dark hair leading from his navel downwards, disappearing into his old, kinda ripped jeans (he refuses to admit they’re old; he claims ripped jeans are fashionable now and he bought them like this).

After a second you feel the sun shining on you again and hear Peter flopping down next to you. His knee is touching yours and you hate how much you love this feeling.

“What were you listening to?” he looks at you with a smirk and those puppy eyes and, before you can answer, reaches over your thighs to check one of your earbuds. You hope he didn’t notice the goosebumps you got when his hand touched your lap. “David Bowie?” smiling he hands you the other earbud. You put it in and hear Rebel Rebel blasting with the volume almost maxed out.

You smile at the familiar beat and close your eyes, mouthing the lyrics and bobbing your head.

He doesn’t stop looking at you, though. You feel his gaze on your nose, lips, chin, lips again.

But it might all be just my imagination. Human mind plays tricks on us, especially when we want something very much, right? Didn’t Freud say something about one’s deepest wants appearing in their–

Stop. Why the hell are you thinking about Freud right now? Ew.

And my deepest want is not Peter Parker staring at me. Literally stop.

“I remember seeing him on TV when I was a kid,” says Peter in the softest, smallest voice you have ever heard leaving him. It’s not quite a whisper, but it’s spoken like a secret. You open your eyes and see him looking at you, but his gaze is not present. He’s very, very far away.

“Yeah?” you prompt sitting up straighter and pull out the earbud to show you’re listening.

“Yeah,” he replies, zoned out, blinking rapidly when his eyes start drying out. “The reporter was being pushy. She was asking him about being gay.”

“Oh.” You scoot even closer to him, pressing your side into his, making him turn his head and come back to earth.

“He replied with so much confidence. ‘Bout being bisexual. I didn’t know what he was talking about then. But years later it made me feel seen, understood,” you take his hand in yours, squeezing comfortingly. “Made me accept I like boys and girls the same way. Helped me.” he squeezes back, staring at his converse. He’s so deep in thought, small, unsure of himself. You want him to feel loved so badly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, though.

“Thank you for telling me, Pete,” you rub his back and he sends you the sweetest smile. You smile back and feel a rush of emotions, this warmth, the need to be close to him. And it’s so hard to contain that it all spills out. “I love you,” you say, maybe recklessly, maybe without thinking. But you really do love him. You weren’t sure what kind of love it was, but it was love, nonetheless.

There goes your not-overwhelming him.

“I know,” his brown eyes hold so much care. What did he know? That you loved him as a friend? Or that you felt more? Did he know you can’t focus around him? That he sometimes appears in your dreams with his lips soft, sweet and warm against yours?

He puts a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too.”

His gaze falls on your lips and back on your eyes quickly. If you only blinked, you’d missed it.

Then his stomach grumbles.

“Aw, man,” disappointment colors his voice and you don’t know what he means by that. He straightens out, changes his voice from quiet and intimate to louder and casual. You kinda hate it. Then you hate yourself for hating it and for being greedy. “Shall we eat, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You might cry or go crazy if you don’t figure out what he means. Is it sweetheart or sweetheart?

You’re unpacking your sandwich when he nudges your arm.

“Actually,” he laughs a bit awkwardly, “May made us some cookies.” He pulls out two paper bags and hands one to you. You freeze for a second, not understanding what was happening. “I hope you like them,” his voice is higher, he speaks quicker, a bit anxiously, “they’re not really sweet, y’know? ‘Cause May wants to cut down on sugar. So it’s only oats, nuts and, um, blueberries… I think? So… so if you don’t like them it’s obviously fine. It’s… cool.”

You take the bag from him, a bit stunned. That was probably the most adorable thing anyone has ever done for you.

You take a bite of the cookie. It sure isn’t as sweet as brownies with sugar powder and vanilla ice cream on top, but it’s just sweet enough. A bit crunchy, a bit sour from the fruit, but oh so warm, because someone made them with you in mind.

You swallow your bite and smile at Peter, all teeth. He relaxes when he sees you like it and then tenses again when he feels your lips pecking his cheek. And when you pull back, his face is all pretty and pink.

God, he’s beautiful. Sun in his eyes, hair, skin. You truly cannot comprehend it when he says no one was ever interested in him. The first time you saw him, all focused, brows furrowed, with his sleeves rolled up and hands working on something in the lab you were passing by, you got weak in the knees. Not that you would ever admit it.

“They’re delicious, Pete. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredible. So, so tasty. And just sweet enough,” now you’re rambling, but you just need to express your gratefulness and affection. “And I can’t even put into words how thankful I am for them. Thank you so, so much. And please thank May. Give her hugs and kisses from me,” you beam, munching the cookie, putting your head on his shoulder.

Peter is quiet for a second. He puts his head on top of yours, biting into his own cookie. After it’s gone, he turns his face into your hair. “Well, if I’m supposed to give them to her from you, you should give them to me first. Y’know, so I can pass them on.”

It takes you a while. A second, two seconds. Then you understand he means hugs and kisses and your heart beats so rapidly you think you might be having a cardiac arrest. Hell, maybe you are. Maybe it’s the sun?

But all doubt is gone when he kisses the crown of your head. He means it. He means it all. He means the cookies and the sunshine and sweetheart, not just sweetheart. And so you grin like an idiot, because you feel like one. You melt against him, then take your head off of his shoulder, then put your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“You’re smooth, Parker,” you whisper into his ear before pulling back and cupping his cheeks while looking into his loving gaze.

“C’mere and find out,” he murmurs and kisses you gently, enveloping you in his arms, his warmth, his sweetness.

♡

this is my first time writing a fanfic, i’ll get better at it <3 thank you so much for reading, let me know if you see any mistakes!!

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an-anonimous-writer · 2 years

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Grocery shopping

GIF credit not mine

Summary: Your relationship with Peter isn't the best right now, maybe if Peter cooks you dinner it could improve or maybe not.

TASM! Peter Parker x GN! Reader (not use of any pronouns)

Warnings: implied sex, angst, cheating, crying, mentions of food. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Words: 1764

A/N: Well, I'm back after a big hiatus, school was stressing me out (since it was my last year of high school) and I decided to enjoy summer and spending time on myself. I also had quite a writer block and the only thing that came out was a TASM! Peter Parker fic, so here it is. As always, let me know if I made any grammar or/and spelling mistakes for English is not my first language and any constructive criticism will be well receive. So with no further do… Hope you enjoy it!

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Earbuds in, you were walking down the streets of New York, it was so cold that it felt as if you were in the middle of December, even though it was almost April. With your bare hands you pulled your coat tighter to protect yourself from the winter-like cold weather.

That afternoon your boyfriend, Peter, asked you if you could go and buy some groceries, since the pantry was almost empty and he decided to be a chef for you and cook that one meal he showed you a few months ago and you obliged, now cursing him for the coldness your body felt.

The store was just a few streets away from your apartment. You prayed not to run into anyone, because you knew they would love to catch up with you, even in this invernal cold. But thankfully, you arrived at the shop without any encounters. There you took the shopping list Peter crafted with the ingredients for his recipe and with a few more basic things, such as milk.

You knew why he was doing it. These last few weeks hadn’t been the best for your relationship, college and his vigilante work made him skip some important dates, like your second year anniversary. Both of you decided to go out for dinner, to the fancy restaurant right besides Aunt May’s house. You arrived dressed beautifully, a blue dress that accentuated your eyes and your free hair that fell like a cascade.

Peter made sure he didn’t have to work as Spider-Man that night, moving and rescheduling, but nevertheless, you were stood up. Three hours sitting in that chair made you think you weren’t a priority to him and you could feel as you shrinked in that cahir, making yourself feel tiny.

The waiter, that was serving you, came by the table for the 15th time asking if you had decided yet, you smiled at him with a tight-lipped smile and shook your head, standing up and giving him the restaurant’s menu. One hour later you received a text from Peter:

im srry 11:56 pm

smthg came up :(( 11:56 pm

ill make it up 2 u, promise x 12:03 am

You felt disappointed in him, you both planned the night so he didn’t have to dress up as Spider-Man and had to watch over the city, but as always, he had to, not even for a night, an important one (at least for you), he could not leave it alone.

For the next weeks all that could be heard in your apartment was shouting, screaming and reproaches thrown to one and other. They were filled with venom. Each word thrown was like a dagger in your hearts, it hurt you.

“You know damn well, I can’t leave the city for an anniversary!” he would shout. “As if it was so important, we will celebrate plenty of them! Ugh, God!”

But today, he decided to compensate for it, he wanted you to feel fancy and special, as you should have felt on your anniversary, or so you thought as you picked up some tomatoes he asked for. Peter always regretted standing you up because he knew, deep down, you would never stand him up, not even for an emergency and he knew that always hurt you.

You were on the queue revising everything you were about to buy when you realized you didn’t put cheese on the cart, so, quickly, you stepped out of the line and went to the dairy aisle, cursing yourself because you only wanted to arrive home, eat that delicious dinner Peter was about to make and get drunk on some cheap wine. But the universe had other plans, apparently.

Suddenly, you heard your name being called from down the aisle, you turned your head and saw one of Peter’s friends. It was Gwen, a beautiful, not to say gorgeous girl. He was Peter’s ex, but they decided to remain friends since they knew each other since preschool. Gwen was one of the only people who also knew about Peter's secret identity, so of course you always went to her for advice or just to feel heard. She was so very nice and you could always count on her, even if you weren’t as close as she was with Peter.

‘‘Oh my God!’’ she started approaching you so she could hug you. ‘‘How are you? It’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other!’’

Her embraces were comforting and safe ans that's how you fell between her arms as you reciprocated her hug.

‘‘Yeah, it’s been’’ you said. ‘‘How have you been?’’

‘‘Well, I’m fine, but you must’ve been feeling horrible these past months’’ she responded feeling sorry for you, a knowing look on her face.

You were confused, you’ve been perfectly fine, with your highs and lows, but like every other person and of course Peter and yours relationship wasn't having its best time, but you wouldn’t complain, nor say you were feeling horrible because of it.

‘‘I know about you and Peter, so don’t worry, you don’t have to act all confused’’ she assured you, squeezing your forearm, as if she wanted to comfort you. You were even more confused now.

‘‘What about Peter and I?’’ you looked at her, now with your arms crossed. Everything was fine. Were there any rumors? ‘‘We are fine’’ you added with a nervous laugh.

Gwen was the one with the puzzled look on her face now. She removed her hand off your forearm and smile just as confused as you.

‘‘I thought you guys broke up, you know since he…’’ she laugh, she then stopped, her smile dropped and gasped aa she realized. ‘‘Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Peter is an awful idiot.’’

You placed the cheese on the cart and let out a nervous chuckle followed by a trembling what, why? Gwen only gave you a tight hug and whispered:

‘‘I’m here for you, it is all going to pass, ok?’’

You remove yourself from Gwen embrace and went to the line, thoufhts running wild all over your brain.

You just wanted to go home and ask Peter about it. Why did his friend think you broke up? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and think bad about Peter, but what if he was... No, he would never do that, right?

You paid for your things and went speed walking, almost running, down the street to your apartment. You opened the door and sprinted up the stairs with two bags full of food and miscellaneous stuff on them. You needed an explanation, why did his friends think you guys were over?

In your head, you imagine yourself as a jealous partner. Sick by the idea of it, you tried not to second guess yourself, but your gut knew what was going on, you juat wanted to deny it.

As you arrived at your door, your heart was pounding against your chest at such speed you could feel it coming put your chest. One hand on the knob and the other one turning the keys, while the plastics bag was hanging on your forearms. You were deciding whether or not to open the door, whatever the trith was, you know that it behind that door your heart would ache.

You finally enter your shared apartment with your boyfriend Peter. He was in the kitchen preparing the pots he was going to use. You welcome yourself by saying ‘Hi’, Peter didn’t see you at first.

When you arrived ar the kitchen, Peter went and gave you a peck, instead of butterflies, you felt sick in your stomach, how would you even think so lowly of him?

‘‘You are freezing, my my’’ he broke the silence and you were so relieved he was the one to do it. He put his hands on either side of you and start running them up and down to make you warmer.

Maybe Gwen was wrong, maybe he told her about one of their fights and so she thought the broke up.

‘‘Yeah, well, it is as if we were in winter and not at the end of March’’ you laughed it off. You left the bags on the counter and put off your coat, hanging it. ‘‘You know, I’ve run into Gwen at the store’’ you added, while you were in the hall.

He only hummed picking up the ingredients he needed. you took a deep breath as you reentered the kitchen. Peter looked so handsome while cooking under the dim light of the room. You didn’t want to do this, but your brain reminded you that you deserved an explanation.

‘‘She told me, she thought we broke up’’ you said, chuckling nervously. Peter looked up to you immediately, he had guilt written over his features. ‘‘She started, like, oh you must be feeling horrible, y’know Peter, you, relationship over, blah, blah, blah’’ you added, also chuckling.

Peter directed his gaze to the pots as swiftly as he looked up at you before. You tried to calm yourself, a small smile appeared on your face, maybe your suppositions were wrong, how could you not trust him? He had heart of gold.

‘‘I obviously denied it all, because we are great, with some rough weeks and some fighting, but, we are great, no?’’ you asked, pushing Peter to confess something you expected him to, but he only shook his head while gulping. ‘‘She also apologized and told me she was there for me, which was so weird by the way.’’

Peter pretended he didn’t listen to that. His jaw was clenched, however you didn’t notice it and you started talking again.

‘‘I was so dumb because it really seemed as if you would cheat on me!’’ you then laughed, loud, so loud you swore the neighbors could hear you. ‘‘But you would never cheat on me, right?’’

Silence.

The only thing that was making some sound was the boiling water, but nothing more. There was silence.

You fear for the worst. The truth you didn’t even want to believe. Your heart sank. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not your golden heart boy.

‘‘Right?’’ your voice was cracked this time, the smile you had dissapering from your face. Peter looked at you, eyes read and tears whealing in his eyes.

You couldn’t take it anymore as tears began to flow down your cheeks and anger mixed with sadness was controlling and consuming your body.

Peter opened his mouth, he needed to explain himself, but you had enough.

‘‘Baby, I-’’

‘‘Don’t baby me, Peter. Don’t you even dare to look me in the eye!’’ you shouted, interrupting his explanation. ‘‘How could you even…? WHAT DID I DO? WAS I NOT WORTH IT?’’

Peter was shaking his head, nervously, while tears streamed down his face, you were more than worth it, you were so much better for him. He was trying to form an explanation, but he could only form sobs. He was now regretting everything he did that led up to this moment. Meeting that girl, taking her to bed, continueto hook up with her… His heart broke as you were breaking down in front of him and he couldn’t do anything, because he was the one to fuck it up.

‘‘Was it her?’’ you sobbed, trying to even out your breath and looking up tearing your gaze off the floor.

Peter looked at you confused.

‘‘Was it her what came up in our anniversary?’’ you asked again, praying to whoever was up there it wasn’t, that it was Spider-Man.

He just nodded. Your whole world collapsed. So it was true, you weren’t important, not to him at least. You nodded, as well, containing your cries by biting your lips, he didn’t deserve seeing you like this. He didn’t deserve you, not at all.

‘‘For how long? I just want to know that’’ you lied, you wanted to know it all. You wanted to know the juiciest details, how many times he had fucked her or how many times he had lied to you and his friends. You deserved to know it all, but if you stayed in the same room for more than five minutes you would burst into tears.

“Three months before our anniversary’’ he admitted. It had been going on for over five months now. ‘‘But, I… I never loved her, not like I love you, baby, please. You have to believe me.’’ he added, crying.

That was the final straw.

‘‘If you would have loved me, you would never look out for another girl’’ you sentenced as you put on your coat and left the apartment. Peter followed you right behind, but stopped once you were out on the hallway. If he loved you he would go right behind you, running up to you. He never did.

The crude reality settling down. You wanted to shout, cry your heart out, and curse Peter Parker's name, but that’s the thing about you, you wouldn’t do it because you couldn’t. Even after the revelation, you still love him, even when you were this hurt, even if he kissed her right in front of you, even if he disappears from your life, you will forever love him. You gave him your heart, he took it, played with it, kept it and left you out there in the cold street of New York City crying.

Earbuds in, you were walking down the streets of New York, this time crying for a boy with a heart of gold for others, just not for you.

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Parker Baking

Request from @mcugeekposts Y/n and Peter in a relationship for couple of years. Y/n is a passionate baker and while working on an order the power goes out. So Peter convinces her that she can finish it.

20 loafs of breed are sitting on a table in front of me as I sit the next batch in the oven but the lights go dark in my bakery making me curse under my breath. "Shit, how am I going to finish these now." The little bell on the front door rings where I squinted seeing my boyfriend of 2 years Peter Parker walking towards me with the flashlight of his phone on. "Hey babe, how many more of these do you have to make?" He had worry in his voice seeing tears falling down my face as I looked to the order ticket needing to bake 10 more loafs for early tomorrow morning. "I don't know what I'm gonna do Peter. I literally still have to make ten of these and I have none of the ingredients at my house so I can't finish it if I leave here."

"Hey now don't say that. Look ill even help with this." He reaches over taking my hand in his free one but I pull it from him sliding to the ground hugging my knees to my chest. I had decided to start my own bakery business when we graduated high school. But it sucks when you can't get anything done with the power out. Peter crawls on his hands and knees over to me resting a hand to my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb. "Y/n, lisen to me. You can do this. You're really passionate about this so use that." I roll my eyes to my boyfriend not having the confidence he does. "That's easy for Spider-Man to say. I'm just a ordinary human."

He had told me of his double life secret identity on our one month anniversary. He was nervous I would freak out but I was excited that I knew the hero of New York City. That he chose to call me his girlfriend. "Look it may sound dorky but you remember during the football games when the cheerleaders would still cheer even if we weren't doing good?" He started explaining seeing me slowly nod yes as a response. "Well I'll be your cheerleader in a sense. We can do this together. I'm Peter right now not Spider-Man." He weakly smiled up at me and I throw my arms his neck feeling him hug me back. "You're the best boyfriend."

It wasn't easy and it resulted in a bunch of the kitchen covered in baking powder and some broken eggs. I pick up one of the trays that needs to go in the broken oven but when I turned around my feet slip in some powder causing me to scream until something sticky wrapped around my waist holding me up. The lights flipped back on where I see Peter holding onto the string of webbing from his web shooters for his suit he wears underneath his normal clothes now. "Thanks for the save, Spidey in more ways than one." I sit the tray down tugging on the other end of the string tugging him forward into my chest and kissing him. He gasped at first but cupped my face kissing me back deeply. "The heroes always here to help his girl." He mumbled resting his forehead against mine until we break away putting the remaining loafs of breed in the oven to bake.

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reidslovely · 9 months

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heyy bambi i was wondering if i could request tasm!peter x reader where she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine with her getting jealous and not wanting to say anything so she just pouts and he thinks it’s so cute cause reader has nothing to worry about 🥹

hi friend loved this concept...however i can only bring myself to write frat tasm peter so that is incorporated into this plot because it's just fitting. hope you love it.

Love on the Brain

Frat!Peter x Reader

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This had been the flashiest frat party of the year by far. Even flashier than the one you and your friends had stumbled into six months ago, where you first met Peter Parker. Now Peter Parker had entangled himself in every sense of your life, like the spider he was. Everyone was dressed in some type of couples get up. Groups of friends having picked out group costumes, or couples having picked out iconic couple costumes. Which is what made you pissed off even more as the brunette dressed in a heart pink dress with a heart logo on it, grasped your boyfriend's arm. Peter’s eyes widened, very interested in her story not at all paying attention to the care-bear girl petting his bicep.

You two were very clearly dressed in a couples costume, both having walked down the stairs in a 1950’s get-up mocking that of Jack and Alice from Don’t Worry Darling. Besides that, everyone knew Peter Parker had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was pretty territorial.

“He only has eyes for you.” M.J. approached you with two drinks in hand Harry in tow. The two dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She pushed the vodka sprite into your hand, eyes peering into you.

“I know. And I have eyes for her right now, just not the ones she wants.”

“He’s so oblivious.”

Harry laughed watching his friend, nodding his head answering the chemistry question thrown at him. “How’d you even get him to catch on that you liked him?”

“Didn’t have too he liked me first.” You shrugged sitting your drink down, leaning against the table of snacks where Peter had left you before being cornered.

“She’s not even one of the original care-bears.” M.J. shook her head. Peter finally pulled his eyes away from her, finding you in the crowd. Warmth and relief washed over you, but apparently not your face as Peter pointed your way talking to the girl. She huffed, dropping her hand shooting daggers at you. You bit back a smile, but your walls cracked as Peter walked over engulfing you in his arms.

“What’s the long face for mhm?” Peter teases.

“This is just my face.” You said dropping the smile again quickly.

“Mhm, is someone jealous? Mhm” Peter teased, rubbing his nose against your forehead, teasing you.

“No, of course not. You know where you’re taken care of.”

You whisper, fixing the tie, you’d put it around his neck earlier. You were insanely green on the inside, and it only filled more when you caught her and a girl in a blue dress pointing your way mumbling something about “bitch.” Your bottom lip pulled inward, biting down on it as you thought.

“You know it’s okay to get jealous. It’s healthy, good for a relationship. Shows we still got something, if you weren’t jealous..well baby I think I’d be a little offended.”

“Do you get jealous?” You deflected away from yourself, hands resting on his shoulders. Peter laughed and tilted his head.

“..’Course I get jealous baby. Why do you think I’m always hanging on you on these things? I gotta show we are both taken. These guys have wandering eyes and I don’t really like that.”

His words made you feel better, him bringing his lips down to your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. You smiled at him, locking your lips with him, hands squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, promise.” Peter says pecking your forehead. “Now let's go make fun of Harry and that dumbass ascot.” Peter says, taking a drink out of your cup, pointing at Harry who turned already anticipating the loving ridicule.

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spidernerdsblog · 2 years

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baby spider

Summary : your son seems to have inherited his dad's powers.

Pairing : dad! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

You swayed in the middle of the nursery humming a soft tune to your almost two year old boy in your arms. Ben had his head nestled on your shoulder as he suckled on his thumb in his sleep. Making sure not to wake him up you gently laid him down on his crib and pulled the blanket over him.

You stood there taking your time fawning over your baby boy who was growing way too fast to your liking. It feels like yesterday after twenty two hours of labor the nurse had handed him to you wrapped in a soft blanket. Peter who was there beside you the whole time had tears in his eyes when he held him for the first time. He had kissed you as he told you how much he loves you both and thanked you for giving him the most precious gift of his life. And now you chase your little man around the apartment as he runs wild on his little legs.

“My sweet boy.” you cooed leaving a soft kiss on his forehead.

You have taken up a work from home job so that you can take care of Ben as you sit down on your computer to reply to your mails and get some work done.

Peter returned from his job after some time as you walked out to the living room.

“Hey,” he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“How was your day?” you asked, grabbing his coat and hanging it on the rack.

“Good for once Mr. Jameson was in a good mood today.”

“Shocking!” you gasped in mock surprise.

“I know.” Peter chuckled. “Leave all that, how was your day? And where’s my boy?”

“Just the usual stuff.” you shrugged. “Ben is taking a nap but I should go and check on him. It's almost his dinner time.”

“Yeah you go I’ll freshen up and start with preparing the dinner.”

Since day one of your marriage Peter has been quite adamant to make dinner every night and you let him ‘cause apart from the delicious food he looked like a wet dream when he worked around the kitchen especially shirtless. And why would you deny yourself from such a view?

“Ben?” you twisted the door knob and walked inside the nursery to find the crib empty. “Oh my god! Peter!”

Peter had just finished changing into his t-shirt and sweats when your panicked shriek made him rush to you. “Y/N what happened?! Are you alright?!”

“Ben is missing Peter!!” you said with panic stricken eyes.

“What?!”

“I-I had put him in his crib, he was sleeping but now he is nowhere.” your chin trembled, a sob breaking out of you.

“Y/N, calm down.” Peter touched your shoulders.

“Peter, where did he go? He’s so small he can’t get out of the crib on his own.” you blubbered as fear gripped on to you. “What if someone took him knowing that you’re spiderman?”

“That’s impossible honey. We will find him, don't worry.” he kissed the top of your head reassuringly as he thought of what he should do. And just then the familiar sound of giggles of your baby boy reached your ears. Both you and Peter quickly jerked your heads up and your eyes went wide. Your toddler on his fours sticking on to the ceiling.

“Holyshit!” Peter cursed under his breath as you cried out “Ben!”

“Mama.” he said with a gummy smile on his face.

“Baby how did you get up there? Come down to mommy, it's not safe.” you raised your arms in the air towards him.

“Y/N, he doesn't know how the powers work.” Peter whispered in your ears.

“This is all your fault!” you turned to him accusingly.

“My fault?? There was a fifty percent chance of him inheriting the spider genes and you knew that.” he argued.

“I don’t know anything” you shook your head petulantly. “Just bring down our son from up there right now!”

“Ok, ok relax I’ll get him.”

“Stay right there sweetie daddy will come to you.” you cooed to your son who was looking down at you with his big brown eyes and then turned to Peter who was still standing by your side. “Peter! What are you waiting for? Get on the ceiling!”

“God you’re so bossy.” Peter hopped up on his feet, his fingers sticking to the ceiling as he got on to his hands and knees and slowly crawled towards Ben.

Ben, too small to understand, thought his father was playing with him and crawled away giggling. “Daddy, no catch me.”

Your heart was in your throat as you watched Peter reach for your baby boy as he crawled away further.

“Ben, wait.” Peter said.

“Ben, my sweet boy please don’t move. You’ll get hurt.” you tried, standing in the middle of the room helplessly. But he didn’t listen and moved to the edge of the ceiling and started to crawl down the wall. You quickly crossed the room and stood near the wall. As soon as Ben came in your arms length you scooped him in your arms.

“Oh god.” you smothered his face with kisses. “Don’t you ever do that again.” a single tear sliding down your cheek.

“Mama, no cry” Ben wiped your tears with his small hand as Peter dropped down on his feet by your side.

“You really scared us buddy.” Peter patted his head gently.

“I is hungwee.” Ben said, pouting out his bottom lip.

“I know my baby spider, let's go I made your favorite dino nuggies.” you smiled.

“Nuggies! Yum, yum.” he squealed in excitement, making both you and Peter laugh.

“Yes and no more crawling on the ceiling.” you said.

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l0caltiredgirl · 3 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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softwebss · 2 years

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🕷 ﹒﹏﹒₊ TASM! PETER PARKER . masterlist

all the oneshots, drabbles, blurbs and series including the marvel characters ! all characters included are owned by marvel, unless stated by me. ❞

(( ✧ )) fluff (( ✦ )) angst (( ♤ )) contains smut (( ♧ )) crackfic (( ★ )) golden fic // author's favourite

in which you're on your period and peter finds out ✧ PAIRING – tasm! peter parker x female! reader SUMMARY – peter parker finds out you're on your period GENRE – fluff, romance, peter being soft WARNINGS – soft petey, periods + mention of blood

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Can i walk with you?

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: You get dared to ask Peter out, but that doesn't work out. Maybe meeting him at a cafe will bring you more luck

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, game of truth or dare, mentions of tea

Words: 1.5k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Taking a dare seemed like a good idea. I mean playing truth or dare with your roommates was fun, so you thought why the hell not.

Well that was, until you remembered, that your friends were crazy and that you were all drinking.

"I dare you to finally ask Peter out" one of your friends said.

You froze at the spot and your mouth was wide open.

There was just no way, you would go and ask the insanely hot boy out, only to be rejected, no way. You were ready to chicken out.

You've had the biggest crush on Peter Parker, ever since he'd stumbled into your chemistry class 20 minutes late, apologising shyly to the profesor.

He sat down a few seats down from you, hair all ruffled, glasses almost falling from his nose, but relieved to make it there.

Ever since then you've been falling for him. But you didn't try to make a move and you wouldn't do that now either.

Your friend saw your mortified face and tried to convince you, "c'mon y/n, it's for fun and besides we all know he is gonna say yes."

"Yeah, he likes you!"

"It's not funny and he does not. Just give me something else" you begged her.

"Nope, you chose dare, there's no backing out now. Sorry, babe" she nudged you with her elbow.

"But.. It's too late, i'm sure he is asleep by now" you proteste, even tho it was only something past 10 p.m. .

"On friday night?" one of your other friends raised her eyebrows.

"Quit with the excuses and get up. We are going with you" you reluctantly got up and scowled at them.

"I'm not moving, sorry not sorry" you crossed the arms on your chest.

They all exchanged looks and smirked at you. They started dragging you from the room, despite your loud protests.

They dragged you in front of Peter's dorm and before you could protest some more, they knocked on the door and ran away with giggles.

You were too stunned to leave, before the door had opened.

"Hey?" a boy, who you only knew as Peter's roommate opened the door.

You glanced at your friends, that were hiding behind the corner and grinning at you like some idiots.

"Uhh.. Is-is Peter here?" you uttered.

"No sorry, he's not here now. Would you like for me to mention you were here...." you knew, he was asking for your name, but you just shook your head.

"No, it's okay. Thanks, bye" you quickly left, practically running to your dorm.

The girls were expecting you to say something, so you did "he wasn't there."

"Ughh, that sucks. Maybe next time" they expressed their dissapointment.

You didn't know what to feel. You were glad, that he wasn't there and kind of sad, too?

Maybe just maybe, you hoped you would ask him out and he would say yes and then you would go on a date. Yeah, it was stupid.

You stopped yourself from thinking about it any more and tried to have fun again.

It was a few weeks, since you'd tried to ask Peter out. You haven't really seen him ever since, you weren't sure if it was because his roommate had told him about it or if it was that you somehow unconsciously avoided him.

It wasn't until you walked in the small coffee shop near the university, that you saw him.

He was sitting alone at the back of the cafe, his head burried behind his notebook and the books.

He looked like he had, when you had first seen him. Hair everywhere, glasses at the tip of his nose and confused expression on.

And it wasn't until you'd ordered your tea and a biscuit, that you noticed, that the only seat left was in front of him.

You thought about your options. You could go to your dorm and be stuck with your obnoxiously loud friends. Or you could ask him if you could sit at his table and study in the quiet of the coffee shop.

After a lot of thinking, you decided for the latter.

"Umm hi, could i sit here? Every other seat is already occupied..."

Your sudden sweet voice startled Peter. He looked up at you and his glasses fell on the table. He looked so cute, you thought.

He knew who you were. Of course he knew. You were one of the smartest people in the class and definitely the most beautiful one.

He most ceirtainly had a crush on you. Like how could he not, when you've always looked so pretty and gave him the most lovely, shy smiles from across the room.

"S-sorry?" he blurted, completely forgetting what you'd asked.

"Could i sit here, everything else is full" you repeated, embarrassed.

"Of-of course" he nodded, "let me just move this away, sorry for the mess" he clumsily moved away the books and notepads from the table. A few of them fell from his hands and you helped him pick them up.

"Thank you, Y/N" he sheepishly smiled and you smiled back, taking the seat.

"Wait, you know my name?" you questioned.

"We have chemistry together?"

"Yeah you're right, we do. You're Peter, right?"

"I am Peter" he agreed bashfully and you stayed quiet after that.

You studied in silence, glancing at Peter more than you thought was appropriate. But honestly, Peter was the same, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Only looking away, when you picked up your gaze, eyes almost catching his.

You were done with your tea and with your studying. It was time to leave, altough you felt yourself not wanting to. But you had no other choice, it was already getting late and if you sat there any longer, you would have to walk in a complete dark.

You packed all your stuff and got up from the chair, "thank you for letting me sit with you, goodbye Peter."

And again you gave him the shy but pretty smile and it had him weak in his knees.

"N-no problem, bye " he stuttured and you saw he wanted to say more, but stayed quiet, so you left.

You didn't notice the pen falling from your notes as you hurried away from the coffee shop.

"Wait, please! You lost your pen" a voice called after you. You turned around and saw Peter running to you. His bag was half closed, his things almost spilling from it.

He extended his hand out and handed you the pen, "you lost your pen."

"You ran after me, because of a pen?"

"Um yeah" his ears grew red. You didn't mean for the question to come across as mocking.

"Thank you, really. I appreciate it, it is my favorite pen" you lied to make him feel better and gave him a soft smile.

"Glad, i could help..."

"Would you-"

"Yeah?" he wanted to ask you out, but he got cold feet and stopped.

"Nothing, sorry" your beam went down and you were about to leave, but changed your mind. If he weren't gonna ask you out, you would.

"Would you like to go out with me sometimes?" you rambled.

"Yes! Yeah, i'd like that" he admited.

"Really?" you beamed and Peter couldn't help but to smile, too.

"Yeah really, i've wanted to ask you out for a long time" he said.

"Why haven't you?" you had no idea where the sudden confidence came from, maybe from him saying yes, but you went with it.

"Thought, that maybe you already had someone" he scratched the back of his neck .

"And how do you know, that I do not?" you teased him.

"Do you?"

"No" you chuckled.

"I'm glad" he chuckled aswell.

"Are you going to the campus?" he questioned.

"Yup, that's the plan. The walk from here is not long" you confirmed.

"You are going to walk there?" his eyes widened. You were slightly confused by his reaction.

"Yes?"

He looked even more alarmed then before, " you are gonna walk there. Alone. In the dark?"

Oh. That's why he looked so worried.

"It's just a few minutes long walk" you stated, you've walked from the coffee shop many many times.

"That doesn't matter, what if something happens to you?"

"It's fin-"

"No it's not" he frowned at you, "Can i walk with you?"

"S-sure" you softly responded. You guys weren't even dating yet and he was already worried about you. It made you want to melt at the spot.

"Great, let's go."

"You really shouldn't walk alone, when's dark..." he started as you walked side by side.

You had a big smile on your face as he listed all of the reasons of why you shouldn't do it and even alternatives how to get home safer.

One of the alternatives, that he'd proposed was that he would walk with you. That made you smile even more, the affection for the boy was already sky high and you feared it would only get worse after the date.

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