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math test - p.parker x fem!reader

posted jan 27th, 2024 3:28 pm

came up with this cutesy idea the other day, hope u enjoy :)

summary: Peter's tired of allowing Spider-Man to be a shitty boyfriend, so he makes up for it the only way he can think of that wouldn't get you in trouble.

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It was nearing 2 in the morning when Peter slowly lifted his window open from the outside, not so gracefully falling inside once it was a wide enough gap, followed by him stumbling several times as he tried to close his window while simultaneously trying to take off the red and blue spandex suit that so badly needs a wash.

The sound of his old bed frame creaking caught Peter’s attention once he finally pulled on some sweatpants. 

He whipped around, his gaze immediately falling to your half-asleep figure in his bed, a familiar sight now, one Peter had adored. Your half-opened eyes tried to focus on his silhouette. 

“Shit, hey sweetheart I didn’t mean to wake you” Peter’s whispered apology was laced with a soft muffled tone as he pulled a hoodie over his head, not bothering to fix his hair as he made his way towards his bed. “Didn’t know you were sleepin’ over tonight” He said with a tired smile playing on his lips, the bags under his eyes failing to distract you from the beauty that was your sleep-deprived boyfriend as you merely scooted over for him to join you. 

“Supposed to help me study for that test” you mumbled, no malice in your voice, no hints of irritation, not even a slight sadness to your voice at the thought of him forgetting about your plans. All you cared about at this moment was your boyfriend cuddling with you, using all your energy to open your arms for him to slide into. 

Peter stopped dead in his tracks, looking down by the nightstand and seeing your backpack on the floor, a math book sitting on the floor beside it next to a few pens. So that’s what he tripped on when he came in.

“Oh, man. I’m sorry, doll. We can work on it first thing in the morning, swear.” Peter promised, giving into what you wanted and sliding in bed next to you, wasting no time in wrapping you in his arms. 

“It’s due tomorrow, and I have to leave early for that dumb field trip.” You mumbled into his shoulder, not meaning to but making Peter feel all the worse for forgetting as he softly smoothed his hand up and down your back.

~

By the time Peter woke up the next morning you had already left, leaving behind a note on his desk.

”don’t think too hard about that test, I’ll just ask if I can have extended time on it. I’m just happy you got home safe” 

The little hearts surrounding your name at the bottom and the emphasis on him getting back at all seemed to have the opposite effect on Peter than you had intended. 

As now, he just seemed more determined to fix this problem he had made.

~

You laughed as your friend lifted her arms into the air, taking in a big deep breath as you both finally got off the bus, “freedom!” she exclaimed. 

“We have that test in like 30 minutes” You reminded her with a smile, earning a glare in response. “Buzzkill”

You chuckled this time, before watching her lift her finger and point behind you, turning as you followed where she was pointing, “that’s geek charming, what’s he doin’ here?” she asked quietly, expecting you to have an answer as you watched your boyfriend hurry over to you, green folder in his hand. 

“No clue, I’ll meet you inside” You smiled at her, watching her nod and smile back in response, walking backward towards the school while she obnoxiously waves and says “Hi, Peter!” 

Peter waved back, finally in front of you as he turned his gaze to see you already looking at him, with a soft smile. 

“Hey,” Peter matched your smile, holding out the folder to you before you could respond. “For your test, you forgot your math stuff in my room, so” 

You smiled, taking it gratefully, “Thanks, Petey. Although I don’t know how much help it’ll be-” Peter cut you off, “I mapped out in your notebook exactly how you can find any answers for the test and explained it in notes how I knew you’d be able to understand” You looked at him in awe as he rambled, watching as he took off his backpack and fumbled with it before pulling out your math notebook and handing it to you. “Peter-” “I almost wish I could take the test for you, I’ve just had so much to do lately as you know who and that’s no excuse for ditching my best girl when she needed my help so I figured this was the least I could do” Peter continued, taking a breath once he had finished. 

You set the folder and notebook down on the grass, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. “This is nice” he mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. “I love you, Peter Parker” You mumbled back, pulling back just enough to set a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I love you more, now go pass your test and make me proud, you can do that, can’t you, sweetheart?” Peter smiled at you, chuckling as you placed one, two, three more kisses on his mouth before pulling away and grabbing your stuff. 

“When I pass, you’re buying me dinner, baby!” You said, beginning to walk away.

“Whatever you want, doll!”

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[angelfic]

for the writing game: tasm!Peter Parker, fake dating, and "don't you trust me?" :)

thank you for the request, anon! it’s been ages since i wrote for my fave spidey and i’m a sucker for the fake dating trope sooo here u are <3

tasm!peter parker x reader + fake dating + “don’t you trust me?”

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“Peter,” you hiss, tugging on the back of his shirt to grab his attention when he doesn’t hear you over the blaring music coming from the party downstairs. He turns around, wide eyed and slightly dishevelled. You spot a flash of red and blue in his hand as he shoves his mask into the pocket of his jeans and you gasp. “You said no Spider-Man duties tonight!”

“I know, I know!” Peter winces, not bothering to tell you to keep your voice down since the only other people on the top floor are preoccupied, either far away and making out, or locked up in the bedrooms. He knows you’ve been on his ass to relax and enjoy himself, especially after Aunt May found out about his vigilante activities and forced the two of you to go to one of your classmate’s parties. You take May’s orders very seriously. “I’ve only been out twice tonight, but I swear for the rest of the night I’m staying in.”

“Twice already?” You gape at him, shoulders slumping in disappointment since you should have been paying more attention. Your best friend can be slippery when he wants to be though. “Okay, forget it, we can have fun later. I need your help.”

“What is it?” he asks, standing up straighter and already reaching for the mask.

You roll your eyes and bat his hand away from his pocket. “I don’t need Spidey, I need you. Connor Davies from Biology won’t leave me alone.”

Peter relaxes slightly at the much lower-level threat, but frowns when he registers your words. “Tell him you have a boyfriend or something.”

“I tried,” you deadpan, thinking back on his persistence with irritation. “I said I was here with you, thinking that was vague enough, but that he’d get the hint. When that didn’t work, I said we were together and he still didn’t believe me. I lost him now, but–”

“Quick, look at me,” Peter says quietly, one hand going to your waist as the other cups your face. His eyes dart to something behind you before he meets your gaze again, determined. “I don’t quite think he got the hint. He’s coming over.”

“What?” you whisper, a little alarmed at how close you two are all of a sudden. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly as he raises a brow in questioning. You’re about to bring up the time when he took you for a swing around the city and accidentally let you fall three stories before catching you because a bird flew too close to his face. Then you remember the pressing matter at hand and nod that yes, you do trust Peter. “Good.”

Peter closes the distance and kisses you with a certainty that you’d never expect from him. Your lips move together like you’ve done this a million times before and you hadn’t realised how badly you wanted this until now. You barely register the footsteps going back downstairs when you grip the front of Peter’s flannel to pull him closer and he takes this as a signal to kiss you firmly, his hand gripping your waist a little tighter.

You aren’t sure if you ever plan on pulling away until the door that Peter was previously leaning against swings open, causing him to stumble as a very drunk and very giggly couple comes staggering out. You take a quick step back from Peter to let the couple through, finding it hard to make eye contact with him once they’re gone.

“You, uh, think he got the hint?” you ask, laughing nervously. Peter looks like he’s holding back a grin when he gently takes a hold of your hand to bring you closer again.

“I think he got the hint about 3 minutes ago,” Peter points out, amused. “Biology might be super awkward though.”

“Well, at least I know what to do next time,” you shrug, half of you joking. The other half wants there to be a next time.

Peter gasps in mock-offence. “Wow, is that all I am to you? Not even going to take me out to dinner first?”

“How about an ice cream date?” you ask boldly. You and Peter have gone out on late-night ice cream runs ever since he got his licence, but you’d never stuck the word date on the end.

Peter smiles openly this time, already dragging you towards the stairs and you find yourself mirroring his grin. “Ice cream date it is. You know Aunt May is gonna make you recall the entire night to her later, right?”

“Yeah, well, what’s new?” you snort, well aware of May’s intentions towards the two of you. “You better get the camera out.”

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It‘s you, I love you

Peter Parker (TASM) x fem! Reader

summary: Peter and you have been in a situationship for quite a long time now.. What happens when he accidentally confesses how he feels about you when you two are arguing?

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Peter swung between the skyscrapers of New York City, his senses alert as he patrolled the city.

Meanwhile, you strolled the streets below, oblivious to the secret he carried. The two of you shared a connection that hovered between friendship and something more, a delicate balance neither dared to disrupt. Maybe the two of you were too scared to take a further step.

One evening, You, frustrated and concerned, questioned his priorities, not knowing the weight he carried as Spider-Man. Peter, usually quick with quips, found himself fumbling for words.

"I just can't stand seeing you put yourself in harm's way all the time. Why do you always get involved into school fights anyway? I thought nobody really knew you?" you exclaimed, unaware of the truth.

"It's not like I do it for fun, you know?" Peter retorted, his frustration mirroring yours. "I have responsibilities, things I can't just ignore."

The tension hung thick in the air until Peter, in a moment of vulnerability, blurted out, "You don't get it, do you? It’s not about the "fights" Y/N. I didn’t call you so we can argue about such a small thing. It's about you. I... I care about you more than you realize. That is why I called you. It’s you, I love you. And everytime you act up because I got hurt again wants me make you my girlfriend. Because you care and I love your hands helping me heal."

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "What do you mean, Peter?"

He hesitated. In a desperate attempt to prove a point, Peter quickly shot a web to catch your falling phone before it hit the ground.

Gasping, you stared at the webbing, your mind racing to comprehend the impossible. "What the...?PETER?"

Taking a deep breath, peter tried to make you calm down and finally agree to be your boyfriend. "It's me, Peter. I'm Spider-Man. And potentially your boyfriend?"

Your jaw dropped as the realization hit you. "You... you're Spider-Man? PETER WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? AND BOYFRIEND?"

He nodded, vulnerability etched across his features. "I never wanted you to find out like this, but you needed to know. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you without you knowing the truth."

The revelation left you speechless, emotions swirling within. Peter, sensing your internal struggle, took a step closer. "It's you. It's always been you. I love you, and that's why I do what I do. I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

His words hung in the air, and the weight of the confession lingered between you. The truth was overwhelming, but so was the depth of his feelings.

"I had no idea," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I never knew you felt that way."

Peter reached for your hand, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't plan to tell you like this, but I couldn't keep it from you any longer. I needed you to know everything. Because I can’t help but get jealous whenever you mention another male person that isn’t me."

As the reality of the situation sunk in, you felt a mix of emotions — astonishment, gratitude, and a newfound connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship. With a gentle smile, you squeezed Peter's hand, finally understanding the sacrifices he made for both you and the city.

"Oh Peter… I love you too," you admitted, the truth bringing a sense of clarity to the tangled web of emotions that had bound you both for so long.

And finally, after many failed attempts, you kiss him. Passionately.

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Last Kiss

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You could safely say that falling in love with Peter Parker was the easiest thing you had ever done. Everything about him was easy to fall for. He had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, for so long it had been the two of you against the world. He had been there for all the good moments in your life and you had been there for his.

You’d known for years you were in love with him, long before either of you confessed it to each other. You had thought of telling him for a while but every time you’d thought you’d built the courage to do it you always backed out, not wanting to ruin your friendship.

It wasn’t until nearly two in the morning on some random night in fall when you heard a tapping on your window that things changed. You awoke with a groan, not having been asleep for long but exhausted from the day before.

At first you weren't sure what had woken you up, ready to just brush it off and let your eyes fall shut again. Just as you shifted in your bed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself you heard more tapping and sat up with a frown.

It took a couple of moments for you to realise it was coming from your window and you felt a smile pull at your lips, wrapping the blanket around yourself because the room was cold. You climbed out of your bed and pulled your curtains back to see a masked Spider-Man grinning at you.

You were quick to push the window open, smile dropping as you took in the busted lip, bloody cheek and blackening eye. Peter didn’t seem all that fazed about it as he climbed in through the window, quickly catching a book he had knocked on his way in before it could make a noise and closed the window for you.

“Fun night?” You asked as you made your way to your desk, pulling out the med kit you kept handy ever since you’d found out that the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man happened to be your best friend.

“Yeah, it was great!” Peter grinned, causing you to wince as more blood leaked from his lips, Peter ignoring it as he relayed the events of his night, making himself comfortable on your bed.

As he spoke you gently got to work on cleaning the blood coming from the different spots on his face, knowing that his healing factor would take care of the rest and in just a few hours you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he had been hurt.

“Better?” You asked as you threw the bloody wipes onto your nightstand, along with the med kit, too tired to bother putting them away.

“Thank you.” Peter nodded, smiling softly at you before he pulled himself off the bed.

As he stripped out of the suit and opened your wardrobe for a pair of clothes you’d stolen from him months ago you fixed the blanket and settled back against the pillows, stealing a glance or two before he was dressed and climbing into bed with you.

The two of you had been sharing a bed since you were kids, back then it was fine, easy, he was just your best friend then but now, now it was different. It was harder to ignore your feelings when you were pulled against a warm chest, Peter’s arms wrapping around you, holding you close to him.

You were so stupidly in love with him that it hurt some days.

“Thank you for always patching me up.” He murmured into your hair and you smiled into his chest, smoothing your hand along his shirt.

“Somebody’s gotta watch out for Spider-Man whilst he’s saving the world.” You laughed, feeling the rumble of Peter’s chest as he chuckled.

The two of you were quiet for a while after that, your eyes had drifted back shut and you let yourself relax even more against Peter, selfishly savouring the way he felt wrapped around you, memorising the way his thumb automatically stroked soothingly up and down your hip, cherished the way you’d never felt quite as safe as you did in Peter’s arms.

“I love you.” Peter whispered into the dark, the words catching him by surprise.

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He hoped you had fallen asleep, hoped you hadn’t heard his whispered confession and yet another part of him wished you were awake to hear it. He wanted you to know that you were the one for him, that he’d been in love with you for longer than he could remember.

You were silent for a moment, not daring to move as though it would break the spell and Peter would take the words back, play them off as a joke. It took you a few more seconds before you were able to force yourself to move.

You shifted out of Peter’s grip only far enough away so that you could look over at him with disbelief on your face. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe Peter couldn’t love you, it was just that you had never let yourself think he could love you the way you had loved him for so long.

“Y/N/N,” Peter started, torn between backtracking or just admitting it all over again, thankfully he was saved from having to decide when you smiled at him and reached out to cup his cheek, your thumb gently brushing over his already healing cut.

“I love you too.” You whispered back to him, watching as he froze for a second as if he wasn’t registering the words before a smile broke out and his whole face seemed to light up the dark room.

“Really?” He couldn’t help but ask and you laughed softly as you nodded, Peter leaned in and pressed your lips together, both of you smiling too much for it to be more of a brushing of your lips before Peter pulled you even closer and kissed you properly, the kiss soft and slow as he cupped your own cheek.

By the time the two of you were forced to pull away for air, you were dizzy and breathing heavily, Peter resting his forehead against yours and feeling just as intoxicatingly dizzy as you did.

Your first kiss with Peter turned into two then three until you couldn’t recall how many kisses were shared on that first night alone, neither of you able to stop until the pull of exhaustion forced you away from each other and you were able to fall asleep in his arms, not having to feel guilty for how much you enjoyed it anymore.

It went on for months, you and Peter shocking nobody when you announced that you were dating. Aunt May pulled you into a hug and told you she’d been waiting for you two to figure it out since you were six years old causing you both to laugh and share smiles.

Everything was perfect. The two of you were made for each other. You weren’t surprised that nothing much seemed to change between the two of you, Peter and you were still attached at the hip both during and after school, Peter still knocked on your window more nights than not to crawl into your bed after patrolling, the only difference now was that the two of you could be open with how you felt and that you could pull him down for a kiss whenever you wanted.

“You look gorgeous, love.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you looked at each other through the mirror.

Peter had never been shy with the compliments, even before you started dating he always seemed to want you to know how beautiful you were and yet somehow they never failed to make you blush.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You smirked, turning around in his hold to drape your arms around his shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips.

The two of you were finishing getting ready to head to Gwen’s, her parents were away for some business trips and since school had just ended it seemed like the perfect time for somebody to throw a party.

As you headed in you felt Peter’s hand resting against the small of your back. That was another thing about Peter, he seemed incapable of keeping his hands to himself around you, there was always some part of him attached to you.

You weren’t complaining of course, you loved that Peter wasn’t afraid to show you off, you loved the feeling of him close by. Peter had always felt like home, felt safe, you would never push him away.

Peter was like the life of the party whenever he walked into a room, he didn’t care who anyone was, he’d say hi to you if you were popular or not, he’d pour you a drink and hand you some snacks and draw you into a conversation if you looked left out.

It was truly a wonder how people hadn’t figured out he was Spider-Man, both of them cared so much for other people, always willing to take a hit before he’d let someone else take it, always looking out for others.

Peter headed off to get you both a drink and you found Gwen in the crowd, letting her pull you in for a hug before she immediately started talking to you. You laughed along with her, joining in with the group she was with and were only pulled away when Peter found you with two drinks in hand.

You smiled at him, continuing with what you were saying before you were cut off by Peter’s lips pressing against yours and you couldn’t help but laugh into it as the others around you cooed and giggled.

“I was talking.” You said once he pulled away, Peter grinning down at you as he passed you a drink.

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight.” He told you, causing you to roll your eyes playfully even as you blushed.

A few drinks later and Peter stumbled over to you, a happy grin on his face, his eyes bright as he wrapped himself around you, nuzzling into your neck and placing soft kisses against your skin.

“Dance with me?” He whispered into your ear, placing a kiss against it.

You weren’t usually one for dancing but Peter kept pressing kisses along your shoulder and you couldn’t help but give in to him, letting him lead you to the living room which seemed to have been turned into a dance floor for the time being.

Dancing with Peter was just as intoxicating as all of thing involving Peter seemed to be, the way his arms wrapped around you, gripping your hips as he pulled your back to his chest, moving against you, his lips still mouthing at your neck whilst he nudged you to tilt your head for him as you moved to the beat of whatever song was playing.

Peter danced with you for a song or two before he was pulling away from your neck, trailing a series of kisses up to your ear.

“Let me take you home?” He whispered, his voice thick and heavy with want and you wanted him just as badly, nodding against him and letting him lead you out of Gwen’s place and back to yours.

You had noticed straight away when something shifted, Peter knocked on your window less and less as the weeks went on, the two of you were so close that you felt the loss immediately. When the two of you were together he acted differently, pulling away more and more and if you thought that was bad in public it was even worse.

Suddenly Peter, who was usually so open with his affection for you, treated you like you were a stranger. It was strange to go from having him always with you to him pulling away. You had tried to accept that maybe he just needed some distance, you did spend a lot of time together, maybe he just needed to be alone for a bit.

But after weeks passed where you would go days without receiving a reply from him, without feeling his arms around you or his lips against yours you didn’t know what to do. Something was obviously wrong but instead of talking to you about it he was pushing you further and further away.

Peter, meanwhile, was freaking out.

He had been swinging through the city, ready to call it a night as things seemed to be quiet and head over to your house when he heard somebody frantically calling out for him. His spider senses immediately honed in on the voice and he swung faster towards it, dropping into a crouch in front of a scared girl.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, scanning the scene for any danger but other than the girl's pale face and shaking hands there wasn’t anything out of place.

“Spider-Man,” she breathed out, looking at him in fear. “He told me to give you this.”

The girl held out a large thick envelope that caused Peter to frown. He hesitated for a moment before he took it off her but didn’t open it just yet.

“Who gave this to you?” He asked, watching as she shook her head.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed me and dragged me down here. He told me I had to make sure you got that or he’d hurt me.” The girl began to cry and Peter shushed her gently, pulling her up and wrapping his arm around her.

“I’m really sorry, will you let me walk you home?” He asked her softly and spent the next twenty minutes walking through New York, making sure the girl got home safely before he swung a few blocks away.

He landed on a rooftop and sat down, opening the envelope and feeling his heart stop when a picture fell out. It was a picture of you with Spider-Man and when he tipped the envelope out he saw dozens more of the two of you together, thankfully each time he was fully suited and masked.

‘The itsy, bitsy Spider-Man sure would be crushed if something happened to his little girlfriend.’

Peter’s blood ran cold as he tried to run through all the people he had dealt with recently but couldn’t think of anybody who would be furious enough to stalk him and threaten you. He had always been nervous about mixing you and Spider-Man but you both thought you were being careful.

Clearly he was wrong and now you were in danger because of him.

Putting space between you made Peter feel like the biggest jerk in the world but he knew if he told you it would cause you to panic. He didn’t want you looking over your shoulder every second of the day, startling at every sound you heard and being too scared to leave your apartment.

He was torn. Being away from you hurt but he had to protect you. He never thought he’d have to choose between you and Spider-Man, you had accepted his masked side immediately but now he had to protect you even if you never knew.

“Will you stop!” You exclaimed as you tried to catch up to Peter, the man had gotten good at avoiding you. “Seriously, tell me what’s going on!”

“There’s nothing going on.” Peter insisted as he stopped walking to let you catch up to him.

“Don’t lie to me, don’t do that. I haven’t seen you in weeks and you’re telling me we’re fine?” You cried, hating the way tears stung at your eyes but suddenly you were exhausted, being away from Peter for so long was wrong.

“Baby,” he sighed, stepping closer to you to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry, ok, I just…you’re right there is something wrong but not with us.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” You pleaded and Peter’s own eyes filled with tears as he shook his head, leaning down to press your foreheads together and just savouring the feeling of having you so close.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, leaning down to press his lips against yours, kissing you so softly, so carefully, like you’d break if he was too rough.

“Peter, please just talk to me.” You begged when he pulled back but he shook his head again.

“I can’t baby, I can’t.” He told you tearfully, leaning in to kiss you one last time before pulling away. “Just do me a favour please.”

“Anything.” You told him sincerely, worried for him and wanting nothing more than to help him.

“Tell me you love me.” He asked, looking at you with wide, watery eyes that made your heart break.

“Of course I love you, you know that right?” You asked and he nodded at you, his lips thinning into a line as he fought back tears.

“Yeah, yeah I know that Y/N/N.” He forced his lips into a smile, taking you in before he knew he had to leave. “I gotta go baby.”

You went to open your mouth but Peter just shook his head, murmuring an apology before he raced away from you, leaving you standing in the street, watching as he blended into the crowd of strangers.

If you had known that would have been your last kiss with Peter you would have held him close a bit longer, you would have made it last until you were both gasping for breath, you wouldn’t have let him walk away without an explanation like the many years of your friendship, of your love meant nothing to him.

But you didn’t know that would be your last kiss with him, not until you got a call from Peter whilst you were in the shower. You hadn’t heard the phone ring but you smiled once you sat on your bed, changed into a pair of clothes you had stolen from Peter, to see a voicemail from him, it had been over a week since the last time you’d seen or heard from him.

“Um, hey…hey baby.” Peter said shakily and your smile immediately turned into a frown. “God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I should be doing this in person but I can’t, I can’t because it’d kill me to see you cry. I…Y/N, I have to break up with you. I’m so sorry, baby but I gotta. It’s for the best.”

For the best? How was him breaking up with you for the best?

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N, you need to know that. This is all me and God, Y/N, one day I promise you, one day I’m gonna make up for all of this but right now…just know that I love you so much, baby, I really do love you.”

Tears were streaming down your face by the time the message ended and you were left in silence, the only sound was your occasional sobs as you struggled for air.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, you and Peter were meant to be it, you were meant to be with only each other, that’s what you promised each other. It was always supposed to be you and Peter against the world.

Now you were alone, with no explanation as to why only a promise that he would fix it one day. You weren’t sure how he was supposed to fix this when he couldn’t even stomach being in the same room as you.

You and Peter had planned a future together, it was impossible to see it without him. You didn’t want to see it without him. You weren’t supposed to have a last kiss with him, he wasn’t supposed to be something you missed.

You were so set on a future with Peter, thought he was so sure about one with you that the idea of him changing his mind had never even occurred to you. You wish it had though because then maybe you would have expected this a little bit but nothing could have prepared you for this.

You didn’t want this to be the end of your story with Peter, this was never how you’d imagined it to end and yet there was nothing you could do to change it, the only thing you could do was hope that one day Peter kept his promise and made things right again.

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[peppermintsparker]

tonight (is gonna be the loneliest)

summary -- in which you're in love with peter parker, only he's not in love with you. warnings -- fucking angst on top of angst. mentions character death (uncle ben and r's father), tiny not even bad explicit language, peter parker is lowkey an asshole in this authors note -- inspired by the lonelist by maneskin. proof read a little, not edited. gif not mine.

You had grown up next door to Peter Parker, he had been your best friend since the two of you were six years old and it hadn’t changed over the years. If you went digging through attics or basements, you’d find hundreds of pictures documenting two children growing up side-by-side into teenagers. The growth charts in the houses were faded now, but you could still make out initials and numbers, and smiley faces. A childhood spent so closely together, families practically weaved together. Peter Parker was part of you.

You’re not sure where along the line you’d fallen in love with him. Maybe as a ten year old when you’d finally learnt how to do the bunny loops to tie your shoelaces by yourself, and Peter spun the two of you around in circles in celebration. Maybe as a thirteen year old when you’d had your heart broken and Peter sat up with you all night to dry your tears. Or, maybe as a sixteen year old when you noticed the way he started looking at Gwen Stacey and you realised that Peter Parker was a boy you couldn’t have.

Now seniors at Midtown High School, you knew things were about to change drastically. Life revolved around homework, college applications, extra credit work, serious boyfriends, and making the most out of a school year that would be drawing to a close soon. Gone were the days of paper planes, skinned knees, hanging upside down until the two of you were red in the face. And, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t tear you up inside.

“Are you coming over tomorrow, Pete?” You asked on the walk home, sharing an earbud as you listened to the Peter + Y/n playlist, carefully curated over the years. The backpack you had since freshman year, splitting at the seams, was full of textbooks and homework, and you knew if you didn’t get it started tonight it was highly likely you’d procrastinate.

“Can’t, sorry bub.” Peter was nice enough to sound apologetic, and it hadn’t been the answer you’d been expecting. In the twelve years of friendship, you’d never not spent a Saturday together and it hurt you a little to know Peter was suddenly unavailable. “I can come over on Sunday though? We’ll start our assignment together.”

You shrugged in response, taking out the earbud as you reached your front steps. A quick goodbye was said before you ran up them and through the heavy front door, ignoring the way your backpack knocked against your back with enough force to leave bruises. Peter followed, stopping when the door slammed shut without enough time for him to slip through. Unsure if you wanted time alone or not, the boy decided it was perhaps better to leave you for now; he’d see you on Sunday.

Saturday was an incredibly boring day, for you anyway. You spent most of the day in a too-big sweater and some pj shorts, hunched over your desk as you worked through an English class essay. It felt weird not being with Peter, like something was missing and you wondered what he was doing. You wondered if he was lonely, wondered if Peter was doing anything even remotely close to exciting. You’d ask tomorrow, you decided.

Sunday rolled around, and you sat on the stairs outside your front door waiting for him to turn up, but he never did. Peter Parker, for all his lateness when it came to school, was never late for you. He had sworn against being late after he was five minutes late to your ninth birthday party, quite by accident, only to turn up and discover that nobody had come anyway; you’d been most hurt at the thought of Peter not being there.

“Come on love, dinner’s ready.” Your mom called you inside at 5pm, tea towel draped across her shoulder. You were silent as you stood and followed her, holding in all the heartbreak you were sure you’d cry into your pillow that night anyway. Peter had shown up during dinner, looking apologetic and peaky, and your mom served him some dinner and you had to pretend that his actions hadn’t cut deep inside.

Peter left after dinner, citing that his Aunt May needed help with something, and when you rounded the table for a hug, Peter didn’t stay long enough to give you the chance. Despite the action being unnecessary, you walked him to the front door and as it closed behind him, you collapsed onto the stair behind you and let yourself cry. Nothing needed to be said, the actions were enough, Peter Parker no longer saw you as a friend.

You took to ignoring him at school after that, much to his confusion. When his Uncle Ben passed away, you took Aunt May some condolence flowers and some prepared meals. “Mom said you’re welcome over anytime, which you know anyway.” You explained into a hug, feeling your own tears burn at your eyes. “She knows how you’re feeling, and said you don’t have to grieve alone. You’re not alone, Aunt May.”

A sympathetic smile sent in Peter’s direction before you stepped out of the Parker residence, unsure if you’d ever step back inside once again. Things had changed even more after that, Peter had become obsessed with avenging his Uncle’s death, fuelled by the need to catch his killer, and it was obvious that he didn’t have time for silly friendships anymore. Even if Peter Parker was still the biggest part of you.

When the seventh anniversary of your fathers passing rolled around, you found yourself crying in the arms of Aunt May. Your mom had gone to visit her mother in law for the weekend; her health had been declining in recent months, and having no other children, your mom figured it was only right for her to spend some time with her. You promised you’d be fine alone, said the Parkers were right next door if you needed them. And you did, more than ever. But where Peter failed, Aunt May succeeded.

“He should be here,” you wailed, tears coming thick and fast as you felt yourself breaking down. Peter had been there for every anniversary, every first since, and when you cried for your father, Peter had been the one to hold your hand, encouraging you to let it all out. “Peter should be here. Why isn’t he here? What could be more important?”

You’d fallen asleep on their couch that night, cheeks sticky from tears and throat raw from crying so hard. Eleven am saw you waking up to the sound of May lecturing Peter, “she needed you. You weren’t there when she needed you the most. Where were you, Peter? Where were you because you sure as hell weren’t here when it mattered the most?”

You had left when Peter Parker mumbled out that he was with Gwen Stacy; didn’t stay long enough for the apologies that you didn’t think you’d get to hear. But when Gwen’s father passed away, and Peter withdrew himself from the girl, Peter climbed through your window begging forgiveness.

“I waited for you that Sunday, and you didn’t come,” you cried, grateful your mom had been working a night shift at the local hospital. Peter could feel his heart crack at your tears, wanting to console you but moving felt impossible. “You came for dinner, and didn’t even hug me goodbye. You never leave without hugging me! And you weren’t there. When I needed you the most, you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter practically stumbled over his words, unsure if you’d believe him. He hoped you would, but he’d been such an awful friend to you lately that he wasn’t sure if you’d forgive him. Not that he’d blame you if you chose not to. “Believe me bub, I’m so so sorry. God, if I could turn back time I would, I’d spend every single second with you instead of with Gwen. I’d have held you whilst you cried instead of kissing Gwen. Believe me, I would have.”

Bile rose in your throat at the statement, and you swallowed it back down. You’d been in love with Peter for years now, he’d always been part of you. Twelve years of friendship; shared skinned knees, hanging upside down until you were red in the face, a silly marriage pact, tears, laughter. Peter had been your awkward first kiss aged fourteen when you worried that nobody would ever want to kiss you. You were so in love with your best friend, and wishful thinking had you hoping he loved you too.

“I love you,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. “I’ve loved you for longer than I think I can remember. Maybe I started loving you when we were ten and you twirled me around after I learnt to tie my shoelaces alone. Or maybe it started at thirteen when you stayed with me all night to dry my tears after that jerk broke my heart. Maybe at fourteen after you were my first kiss when I worried nobody would kiss me. It was confirmed at sixteen though, when you started looking at Gwen Stacy differently and I knew you were a boy that would never be mine.”

There, it was all out in the open now. A confession you could never take back, words you never thought you’d spill. Peter looked lost for words, opening and closing his mouth eerily like a fish as he tried to think of something to say. The right thing to say. The thing you wished he’d say more than anything: I love you too.

But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Instead, he turned and left your house. Leaving you alone for the last time ever.

Peter Parker will always be the saddest part of you. The part of you that would never be yours.

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[prismuffin]

Andrews Peter Parker x male reader kryptonian, with them not being just dating yet but patrol together and know each others secret identities and Peter sees reader flirting with another guy and peters giving him the cold shoulder the rest of the day and on patrol until reader has enough 🤭

A/n: You sent this in LAST MINUTE LMFAOOOO I still got it tho -- not necessarily proofread sorry I gotta get this out! I'll check it later but right now I gotta work PFF-

Jealousy, Jealousy

tasm!Peter Parker x male!kryptonian!reader

( summary: Peters been giving you the cold shoulder since your friends Christmas party and you’ve finally had enough )

warnings?: light swearing, Peter sorta being “mean” to the reader, arguing/angry confession, reader wears a mask like Peter, reader calls Peter 'honeybee'

!-!more under the cut!-!

You could practically feel your blood boil at the tension that flooded the space between you and Peter. The air that was usually filled with light chatter and flirty remarks was left heavy and silent, almost eerily so. He hasn’t said a word to you since the start of patrols, nods and grunts are the only indication that he’s even listening to you. Come to think of it, he hadn’t said a word to you all week. It’s been radio static on his end for what feels like the longest. At first you thought he was just busy with his own life but now that he’s in front of you it’s clear that it’s more than that.

Last weekend some guys at your college threw a huge Christmas party and you’d decided to invite Peter along. The only time he ever got out was on patrols and you thought he needed a change of scenery. Maybe he would even meet a girl or guy that he liked and he’d stop complaining about being single all the time. But it seems like ever since then he’s become even more reserved, towards you at least. And you just can’t seem to wrap your head around why he’s been acting like this. He hasn’t texted or called you once since that damn party, opting for leaving you on read or flat out declining your calls. You hoped thought that things would be different in person. That you’d walk up to him and he’d just apologize for being so busy this week and you both would talk and joke like you usually do but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Your eye twitched as the air somehow grew thicker, it felt more suffocating than ever. You tried to focus on your patrols. Scan the streets and use your superheating to find signs of danger so that you could stop any potential threats. Taking a large breath, you did just that, focused on the sounds of the streets, going from block to block until you heard what sounded like conflict and gunfire. “Escaped inmates have hostages on 5th.” You turned to Peter who nodded and began swinging off. With a sigh you followed him, flying at a steady pace above him. Usually he’d say “race ya,” or make a bet over who could stop more criminals but nope, he just swung off. So you’re not imagining things, he seems to actually be mad at you for something but for what?

You don’t have time to ponder that question as you land with a thud, Peter coming in swinging from behind you. Making quick work, you check just how many threats there are with your X-ray vision before charging through the doors, though they were webbed open before you could make impact. Not expecting this, you didn’t have time to stop with just how much force you put behind your dash causing you to crash headfirst into an inmates back. Even with the small stumble you were able to recover rather quickly but even then it didn’t stop the glare that you shot at Peter. You always charge first whenever you both patrol together, is he pretending like you’re not even here? You could feel yourself grinding your teeth as you punched an inmate a little too hard, his body flying out a window of the shop. The fighting continued and you have to say that, that was the worst fight you've had with Peter. he kept being in the way, whenever you turned he was there or you'd have to dodge one of his webs as it slung seemingly randomly. He had to be distracted with something, there was no doubt now.

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"Ok, what the hell was that?" You asked as you both landed on a nearby roof, watching the police find and detain the webbed up criminals. He didn't speak, just turned and started walking away from the edge of the roof. "Honeybee, come on, I'm not just ignoring this you were all up in my way during that fight." "Oh really? I was in your way?!" Peter shot his thoughts back at you verbally for the first time this night, and though you were glad to finally hear his voice the tone was unignorable. "Yeah! What, is your little spidey tingle broken or something? You almost crashed into me three times!" Your eyebrows furrowed behind your mask as you heard Peter scoff. "Well maybe you should watch where you're going when fighting." A laugh ripped from your throat though it was more out of disbelief than hilarity. "Don't try and turn this on me, I saw you. You let that inmate get a hit on you and everything. You've been like this all night will you just drop this silent treatment shit and tell me what's going on?!" You breathed heavily as a silence filled the air but you broke it before it could crush you. "You've barely talked to me all week, did I," You took a deep breath, suddenly finding it hard to look at Peter. "Did I do something to make you mad at me? Please just tell me and I'll apologize and fix it! But I can't fix the problem if you won't even talk to me about it." Your sentence got quieter the more you spoke and after a while Peter sighed. "What is it? Was it the Christmas party?" You saw Peters hand twitch at the mention of it, his hand balling into a fist. "Oh my god it was, well what the fuck! Was it 'cause I left you? Look dude I know it was wrong for me to kinda dip but you could've walked up to me at any time! There's no need to go this fucking far over a goddamn Christmas party!" "It wasn't the Christmas party!" Peter suddenly yelled, "or well, I guess it was I just- Ugh!" Throwing his hands up in defeat, he slid to the ground, resting his face in his hands as he sat in a crisscross position.

Walking closer to him, you sat down in front of him, poking his hands. "Can you man up and just tell me what the fuck you're mad about?" "You!" His face shop out of his hands, and though you couldn't see his eyes through his mask you could feel the eye contact. "You were there all night! Flirting with that guy like you flirt with me!" Your eyes widened and you jumped slightly at his yelling. You chuckled, your face still holding fear as you tried to find some humor in the now serious aura that surrounded you both. "W-What?" "That guy, at the party! You left me by the bathrooms and when I went to find you, you were with him. Laughing and flirting all night with your stupid arm around his stupid waist!" "Peter I-" "You called him honeybee..." His voice got quieter and you swear he sounded like he was about to cry. "What?-" "I thought I was the only one you called that but I guess not," he shrugged and turned from you. Suddenly feeling extremely guilty, you reached out towards him. You didn't mean to make him feel this way at all. "Ho-Peter.." Grabbing his hand you felt your heart throb as he ripped it out of your grasp. "No! It's too late now, doesn't matter alright? Let's just finish patrols." He stood quickly and you followed, grabbing his arm before he could swing off. "No it's not too late, Pete I'm sorry!" He shook himself out of your grasp but made no attempt to move. "I didn't mean to make you feel like this...honeybee," you grabbed his arm again and though he tensed he soon relaxed at your touch. "If I had known I-" You sighed, "I care about you Peter, probably more than I should." The nerves building from what you were confessing made you want to puke but still you pushed on, pulling up your mask so that he could see how sincere you were being. "I've liked you for a while but I was a little scared to commit," You swallowed thickly as you suddenly found it hard to form words. "I never meant to hurt you h-" "You like me?" Your eyes shot back to his at the sound of his voice and you nodded, "Yeah," you chuckled awkwardly, "I-I know it's a bit-" The feeling of lips on your own cut you off and you had to stop yourself from stumbling back at the force. "Sorry!" Peter spoke, pulling back from your face, his mask now pulled up to his nose.

You blinked, trying desperately wrap your head around what happened. "I shouldn't have-" "It's fine honeybee," You laughed, covering your face with your hand as you finally found the humor you were searching for earlier. "just- a warning next time would be better." Peter laughed with you, rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand. Even with the darkness of the night it was clear that he was blushing. "C-could we try that again?" He asked and you swallowed your giggles with a nod.

Slower this time, you both leaned in consensually, breathing deeply as your lips finally collided. Your hands found their way to Peters half covered cheek as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. All of your pent of feelings were shared in this moment as you kissed Peter deeper. You pulled away from each other, foreheads pressed together as Peter caught his breath, your kryptonian heritage making the lack of oxygen not as bad.

"I love you honeybee."

"I love you too."

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[magewritesstories]

I enjoyed your Harry Osborn headcanons! You should do more for that character!!!

[ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴏꜱʙᴏʀɴ ] ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ

summary: a few headcanons of what I think Harry Osborn would be like in different couple tropes TW: none note: which romance trope do you think suits him best?

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪ — ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

okay so obviously I had to start with this one

it's not my favourite trope, but it fits well with some characters and i think harry is definitly one of them

imagine growing up with peter and harry and being besties

if you have a childhood friends trope y'all definitly have tons of inside jokes that he brings up constantly ( before and after you start dating)

both of you are definitly pining idiots lol— peter doesn't notice ofc (oblivious bby), but the minute gwen meets y'all she understands and does everything in her power to get you on a date

if harry realizes/falls first it would definitly take a while for him to understand that he has romantic feelings towards you and not just platonic ones

if you realise/fall first there's probably a lot of confusion of whether he's flirting or just being friendly

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɪ — ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ

so harry doesn't really strike me as a person who tries hard in school

but i do think he's one of those people who's just effortlessly smart, y'know?

personally it would annoy me, so i think that's how you're rovalry starts

it would be completely one-sided though— but he definitly noticed your annoyance and though it was hilarious

you would ask him what he got on a test and he'd say he got a super high score depite not studying just to see you get all annoyed and try to hide it

when you get a few point less than him he'd ask if you needed his help studying

definitly got hit by a book because of that once

But one time the teacher pairs you up, because they always see the two of you interacting and comparing answers after a test and in their blissfull ignorance (that only a teacher could have) assume you're friends

after the project you two do become friends and asfter a while he asks you out because— have you seen how cute you are? how could he not?

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɪɪ — ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ

one of my favourite tropes when done right (and even when it's not, simply because it's always funny.)

i think you would either start fake dating 'cause of image (harry's playboy ways do not go over well with the board directors at oscorp)

or because you're both career driven and need people to get off your back about dating

but between the answering questions of curious journalists at press confrences and going to fancy restaurants just to give the paparazzi some pictures the two of you get to know eachother better

harry asks you all kinds of things, "because he needs to be able to answer questions about you"

and in return you ask him things too

and slowly but surely the fake handholding and glances from the other side of the room turn into real ones

the press definitly finds it suspcious though

because one you two start actually dating harry's a lot more private about it

other harry osborn fic

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[poemsforparker]

tongue tied - tasm!peter × reader (college!au)

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pairing: peter parker × gn!reader

summary: Peter lets a drunk confession slide during an after party you took care of him. He didn't remember anything so he didn't understand your behaviour the next day.

tropes: best friends to lovers, drunk confessions ‹3

warnings: mentions of alcohol

a.n.: I missed writing for my ultimate boyfriend SO MUCHH. I missed writing in general for this profile, but I’m backk, I have about 6 drafts yet to finish including 2 requests that had been sitting here for ages (rlly sorry ab that whoever asked for  them I really was overwhelmed for the last 5 months lmao), anyways if you’re reading this still I love you already, enjoy this lil drabble <3.

You entered your apartment nearly falling by Peter's weight almost entirely supported on you, he'd crossed the line and the bastard was lucky to have a best friend like you.

"Can you sit by yourself?" you ask worried looking at him, who had the silliest smile since you entered the elevator. "What is it?"

"You look gorgeous."

Trying your hardest to remember this was drunk Peter talking, you shake out the embarrassment and slightly nudging his arm. "Stop. Sit down, I'm grabbing you a blanket for you to sleep here, and a bucket, just in case."

You make your way to the room grabbing a blanket Peter always used on sleepovers at your place. Taking a blue old bucket on your way, you get to the living room, showing up to the view of a drunk Peter mumbling songs on your couch.

"Here," you place the blanket on him, pointing at the bucket on the floor right after. "Please just don't puke on my carpet. I'll leave you some painkillers and water by the couch. Anything you need you know where to find me. G'night, Pete." You kiss his forehead before walking out and have your arm grabbed, forcing you to stop.

"Thank you, you're so sweet. Sometimes I really want to kiss you." He speaks lazily and with a boyish smile never leaving his stupidly handsome face.

You played that phrase on your head over and over again, your heart racing on your chest thinking if Peter would even remember what he said to you.

It killed you to know that meant so much to you mean while Peter could only be mouthing random words lead out by the large amount of alcohol in his blood system.

You're awaken from your thoughts when you hear his loud yawn from the living room, probably a moment before he feels a terrible headache. You get up and go face him as if nothing happened, hoping he'd get back to the subject himself if he remembered it.

He didn't.

Peter spent his day acting fully normal to you, something you're sure he'd never be able to pull up such an act if he had any idea what he said the night earlier. To your surprise, you were really disappointed by that.

You always had feelings towards Peter, never really stopping to think about how it'd really be if you were a couple. Not until yesterday, when it felt so near reality, and you did not feel scared at all, as you thought it would be. In fact, the way you liked that idea just opened your eyes to how badly you had fallen for Peter long earlier, and the thought was eating you alive.

He was so kind, so caregiving, respectful and absolutely breathtaking, who wouldn't fall for him? Silly of you to think you'd scape that.

"What do you think?" Peter says excited about something you had no idea what since you'd been zoning out, taken by intrusive thoughts of kissing him right then and there.

"What?"

"C'mon, it must be like the third time you're not paying attention to what I'm saying today. What's up with you, bug?"

"Have you ever thought of us as a couple?" You let out not really aware of the words, just letting out what was in your head. Damn you for getting used to be fully honest to him.

"I, uh- um... What?"

"No- never mind I just- was thinking too loud... I guess." In embarrassment, you stare at the ceiling, which seemed suddenly more interesting that this conversation right now.

"I know this didn't came out of nowhere." You can hear he's smiling. He puts his hand slightly pulling your chin down to look at him. "What did I do?"

“You did nothing, Pete.”

“Oh, c’mon, I know you and I know my drunk self better than this, I must’ve  done something to lead to this.” He slides his thumb mindlessly on your cheeks while waiting for a response. “C’mon, say it.”

"Last night" you heavily sigh, in disbelief you were actually talking about this with Peter "you said sometimes you felt like kissing me." closing your eyes shut you think how you ended up here having this conversation with your best friend. "It just... Stayed in my head I guess." you shrug as if it wasn't much and see Peter's cheeks gain a heated tone of red, a sudden worried look showing up to his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Did I say that? God, I'm sorry, bug. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable around me." he leans closer, holding your hands and kissing them. "I'm really sorry, that won't happen again." you smile at his reaction, the first thought that came to his mind being nothing but your well being.

"I didn't say I got uncomfortable." you grin taking your hands out of his.

"You're not?"

“No.” you shake your head, still not helping your smile and now feeling your cheeks heat up "I just wanted to know if that's a genuine thought of yours or just drunk Peter spilling random stuff as always.” you chuckle. “I kinda of have an idea myself but I want to hear it from you."

“Oh... I see.” he shrinks his eyes as if studying your expression before saying a word more. “And what are your thoughts on this? Honestly.”

“Honestly?” you pull the last drop of braveness inside of you before the next sentence. “I sort of wanted it to be true.” you try to act like you said nothing much by not looking him in the eye and trying to shrug. Truth was, if he was still holding them, he’d feel your hands dripping sweat.

Peter gasps. “rEallY?” his voice fails like a twelve year old and he clears his throat to ask again, in embarassment “Really?”

You laugh a bit at him while nodding “Yeah.”

“Well, the we can make it happen.” he gives you a one sided smile while his eyebrows went up and down in a rhythm, making  you giggle at his childish acts.

“You’re such a dork.” while saying that, you lean closer to him now being mere inches away.

“A dork that you love.” and without giving you any time for an answer, that Peter could prevent being something along the lined of ‘don’t be so convinced’, he closes the space between you, joining his soft lips on yours. “You have no idea how long I waited for this.”

“Then just shut up and kiss me more.”

tags: @rudy-the-winged-wolf

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend: Something Gave You the Nerve (Chapter Two)

Author’s Notes: Surprise! I’m a liar and am posting this fic super early, just because I have a load of muse right now and finished it 30 minutes ago. I scheduled it to post for Saturday buuut I’m eager to hear what y’all think. Also! I’ve decided this fic is going to be a five part series! Just because I like to drag things out and make people wait. She’s a long gal, at around 4k so hang in there. There are a few vague descriptions of the reader but nothing that breaks the imagination. 

Part One Here

Pairings: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

CW: Friends to eventual lovers, a lot angsty in the middle and end but it is what has to happen for them to be happy, mentions of Uncle Ben’s death, vague mention of Peter having a hot headed tendency, depression, a nightmare that includes death but nothing to descriptive. I’m sure I’m missing something. 

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High School, Junior Year.

Peter was right. Peter was always right, that is what (Y/N) learned in the three years they had been friends. Because that night in the tent sat everything into place, they were still friends. Freshman year they made sure all their classes matched up, even down to the extra circulars, the same followed in sophomore year. But now as juniors, their class work got a bit heavier and they were put in different classes so seeing each other during school was a bit harder.

“Smile,” Peter says, quickly lifting his camera up, snapping a quick photo of (Y/N) as they sat in the courtyard. “Yikes, that one is going in the trash.” 

(Y/N) threw a napkin at him in response to his taunt, putting her head down wanting to make herself more presentable. Playing it off as casual as she could, surely he didn’t think she was absolutely atrocious. 

“Well you need to be better at giving heads up.” 

Peter’s face softened as he sat across from her stuffing his camera in his bag. “I was only joking. You always look..” Say it. Say it, please. “..nice” He smiles. (Y/N) lets air out of her nose, and thanked him before looking back down at her chemistry book. 

Peter’s ‘yeah’ came off as distant and quiet, (Y/N) snapped her head up and followed his stare across the courtyard. She should have known who he was staring at, Gwen Stacy. (Y/N) fought off the sinking feeling that grew in her stomach, she looked back at him smiling through what felt like being gutted. “You should ask her to spring formal.” 

“No..no. She’d never say yes.”

“She would be stupid not too.” (Y/N) remarked, looking back at her book. “She’s first in our class here..she should know a good date when she sees it.” 

“Okay..okay yeah.” Peter cleared his throat as he stood and started to walk toward her. 

Stupid, stupid, keep your mouth shut. Idiot. 

She couldn’t bear to watch it happen, so she turned back to her book and wrote her notes. It wasn’t long before she heard the scruff of his sneakers against the concrete. (Y/N) brought her eyes up to meet him as he sat down. 

“So?” She said, hoping the strain in her voice wasn’t noticeable. 

“I..I chickened out. I couldn’t do it..I think, I think I told her I liked her headband and just walked away.” He laughs at himself putting his head on his folded arms. There he was, her Peter. Her shy, idiotic, socially inept Peter; who made her heart flutter with the blush on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Pete..maybe tomorrow.”

“No, it fine. I have a even better date. You.” He smiled, giving her a wink. (Y/N)’s heart picked up. “D-date?” She asked. Peter was quick- too quick- to save his ass. 

“Well as friends of course.”

Right. 

Guilt filled the pits of their stomachs, if only one could be brave and tell the other what they really felt. (Y/N) smiled at him playfully, kicking him under the table as the bell rang. 

“Walk me home?” 

“Always.”

In the coming weeks (Y/N) threw herself into getting the perfect dress and perfecting everything. She had decided that this night was the perfect time to tell Peter how she felt, it was better late than never. All she could do is hope nothing would change; but at least he would know. But in the back of her mind lingered what she thought to be the truth; she would never be Gwen Stacy.

“Momma it is nothing like that!” (Y/N) laughed dusting the makeup brush under her eyes collecting any fall out from her eyeshadow. Bella tousled her daughter’s hair around smiling at her in the mirror. 

“He invited you to the dance for a reason.” 

“It’s just because he got too nervous to ask the one girl he wanted to. I’m a safe option.” She said, the belief bitter on her tongue. “May and I see the way he looks at you. That boy is in love with you even if he doesn’t know it.”

Hope filled (Y/N) to the brim, she looked at her mom with glossy eyes before clearing her throat, “Safe option.” 

Unknowingly, in the townhouse over Peter stood in his bedroom looking in the mirror running his hand through his hair. “You’re gonna make it greasy stop.” May tsked as she moved through the mess of his room. Peter laughed, dropping his hand and soothing out his tie. 

A photo caught his eye; it was the one from the courtyard. Her doe-eyes stared up at him in shock, the beginning of a smile forming on her features. Never would he throw a photo of her away, in fact as soon as he got to his room that afternoon he pinned it to his crookboard. Where other photos of her and him, and other things stayed. She was his girl, sadly not in the way he wished; but there was Gwen too. Who in the last few days noticed him more. The attention felt good, and his feelings for her grew. It was all so messy.

“Do you think she’ll think I’m handsome?” 

He laughs looking at his aunt, his thick brows nearly meeting as he furrows them. “Something tells me she will.” May laughs flattening out his shirt collar before heading downstairs. “Well look at that handsome man, you almost look like a person.” Ben laughs as Peter and May walk out the front door. Peter laughs hugging his uncle, squeezing his shoulder. “May heard that she was wearing a green dress and insisted I find a tie to matc-” 

“It looks nice.” (Y/N)’s voice sounds from the stoop of her house. Peter turned his head so fast the world around him stood still. Before him stood something that nearly left him breathless. 

“Is it too much?” 

Light green velvet wrapped around her silhouette, a black shawl wrapped around her shoulders. (Y/N) smiled at him, alternating the weight on her feet, and Peter shook his head so fast that anyone in a twenty mile radius could hear his brain rattle. 

“No, no. You look beautiful.” 

He said it, he said what she had been dying to hear for weeks,  months, for years even. 

“Okay okay get together we need photos!” May laughs. 

(Y/N) laughed, mouthing a ‘thank you’ as Peter took her hand helping her down the steps. He smiled wrapping his arm around her shoulder and bringing her in close, (Y/N) placed her hand on his chest looking at the camera. The only thing catching the alternating glances the two traded was the camera, and the adults. 

(Y/N) stood off to the side of the gym sipping her punch as she searched the crowd for Peter, when out of the corner of her eye she saw it. Peter and Gwen deep in conversation, a smile spread across her features as she stared up at him. Her hand squeezing his arm, as a hand came to cover the almost snort-like laugh she let out. 

‘He probably told her the dress brought out the blue in her eyes. Gross..

How could anyone hate her? She was gorgeous, and funny- smart. God, she was smart. (Y/N) sat the plastic cup on the bleachers before disappearing to the bathroom feeling tears building in her eyes. She never thought girls actually did this, this is what happened to girls in the movies not in real life. As she leaned against the bathroom door a stall door opened causing (Y/N) and the other girl to jump. 

“Oh Missy, god you scared me I thought..I was alone.” (Y/N) laughs patting at her cheeks, her mascara smearing. 

“Sorry, I was in here hiding from Flash. He tore my dress and then ridiculed me after.” Missy says, showing (Y/N) the tear in the sleeve of her dress. (Y/N) shrugged her shawl off wrapping it around Missy’s shoulders. Missy smiled gratefully before noticing the tear stains on (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“Peter’s an oblivious idiot.” Missy states bluntly, (Y/N) looking back at her. “Trust me I’ve had a crush on him for years, you have to tell him.”

(Y/N) shook her head, fixing Missy’s hair laughing. “It’s okay he’s into Gwen, she's much more his type.” (Y/N) laughed before turning to the mirror fixing her makeup. “Come on, you're dancing with me.” 

The two girls laughed while walking back out to the gym heading to the floor where their peers were dancing, for once no one was paying any real attention to one another. Songs gradually got slower, until the inevitable slow song started to play. (Y/N) and Missy began to walk off as couples paired up, Peter stepped in front of them.

 “I’m stealing my date back, Kallenback” 

Missy laughed, her cheeks flushing a dark red before stepping away. Peter took (Y/N)’s hand leading her back in, his hands resting on her sides as she wrapped her arms around him. She looked up at him with blown pupils, her eyes sore from crying. In a friendly gesture Peter pressed his nose to her forehead swaying with her. 

“Are you humming the song?” She laughed, breaking their silence. 

“You’re the one who plays the twilight soundtracks all the time.” (Y/N) let out a breathy laugh looking at their feet. “What are you doing tomorrow?” She asks. It was now or never, Gwen Stacy be damned. 

Peter thought for a moment before tilting his head to the side. “I am going to Oscorp..there’s an internship thing.” It was only a half lie. He was going to Oscorp, and there was an internship walkthrough happening. (Y/N) nodded in response, then she remembered where Gwen had gotten a paid internship at. Automatically, she had assumed that the two were connected. “Why?” Peter asked, pulling the girl from her jealous thoughts, when she looked at him she shook her head. 

“Nevermind, it was a dinner thing my mom wanted you to come to but it’s no big deal.”

He didn’t push, he left it at that. He pressed his nose back to her forehead, his hands moving to somewhat cradle her. 

That was the last normal night they had. 

Weeks passed in radio silence between the two

When Peter’s Uncle Ben died Peter was, as Aunt May called it, “lost in the dark.” He shut everyone out, he didn’t act like himself. (Y/N) tried to be there for him, he didn’t want her there. He shut her out literally and figuratively. May would let her in, take whatever (Y/N) had brought for Peter. At first she tried to get through to him, sitting outside his bedroom door for hours, waiting for him to open it and let her in. She just wanted to see him, but Peter could be hot headed. It was something she learned rather fast after Ben’s death. The first time she sat outside his door was following the funeral, he sat pent up in his room kicking and screaming. (Y/N) sat on the other side of the door silently begging he would just crack it open so she could see him.

He had been acting differently prior to Ben’s death, and right as she was about to ask him about it. He shut her out. He would turn the tables on Flash, beating up on him back; he shattered the backboard of the basketball hoop. Of course, Flash deserved it but it was so unlike Peter. 

It wasn’t just at home he shut her out, but he didn’t answer her calls, he even avoided her in school hallways. It had now effectively been three months since they had fully talked; she missed him but if this was his process there was nothing to do. While he had fully pushed her out of his life, there was one person he didn’t shun-

“Gwen Stacy.” 

“Here!” The chipper voice sounded as (Y/N) slid into the desk behind her ex-best friend's girlfriend in English. Of course it would be just her luck that it would be the last open seat. 

“Ms. (Y/L), you’re trady.” 

“I was in the guidance office, Mrs. Williams said she’ll excuse it.” 

Peter’s head had popped up from the other side of the class as (Y/N) had responded. ‘Guidance? What was wrong? She looked okay..’ He thought to himself, he took in her appearance. He was always watching her. From a far at least, he watched her and Missy go to the arcade for her birthday last month. It was something they used to do every afternoon on her birthday. He wondered if she still gave her tickets away to the kids inside. He sat across the street on top of the shop's building dressed as his alter ego. There was not a single day that went by that he wasn’t filled with regret for pushing her out of his life. It was to keep her safe, at first safe from him and then gradually safe from others, the enemies he’d make. He tried to do the same to Gwen, but she was persistent, and stubborn. 

On the other side of the class Gwen turned to (Y/N) smiling. “I guess we’re partners.” 

“Cool!” (Y/N) nodded, taking the packet from her and starting to work on it herself. “You’re uh..Peter’s friend right?” 

“We uh- used to be yeah. We haven’t seen each other in a while.” 

Gwen frowned, she hadn’t meant to stir up any bad feelings. “He still talks about you..!” 

(Y/N) meant no ill will towards Gwen but right now she wanted for her to just shut up, and work on the packet. This isn’t what she wanted to talk about right now. Gwen was sweet, and she was trying her best.

“He told me about this story of like the big snow storm from eighth grade and he was skating and he went down a ramp and bloodied his nose. He says you were one of the best nurses he’d ever had.”

 Gwen laughs, and she laughs like it’s her memory that she made with him. (Y/N) smiles sadly at the thought, though it makes her fill with a weird type of jealousy. “Yeah.”

“He also says you’re one of the smartest people he’s ever met.” Gwen looks at Peter working with Flash, who just finished cracking a joke about Peter’s new muscles. Peter looks over at the two girls, his girls. Smiling at Gwen but hoping that (Y/N) would look at him as well. 

“Uh, I'm having a birthday party next week. I'm turning 18.” Gwen writes down her address at the top of a piece for notebook paper. “You should come. Peter will be there. I’d like to get to know you more.” 

(Y/N) nodded at Gwen as she took the slip of paper from her, tucking it away in her notebook. The two girls worked together in an awkward silence for the rest of class, only talking over questions when needed. Once the bell rang (Y/N) started shoving her stuff into her bag, trying to get out before Peter made his way over. 

“(Y/N), hey.”

That was the first word to her in the static like silence: hey?

She looked up at him smiling, she couldn’t help it; it was all muscle memory. Gwen stood next to him, her bag on her shoulder. 

“Hey Parker, what’s up?” 

Peter looked back at Gwen who smiled, “I’m gonna head home I have the..thing with my mom.” Gwen lied, as she kissed Peter’s cheek; whispering in his ear. “Fix this.” With that Gwen Stacy disappeared out of the classroom. (Y/N) took the opportunity as his back was turned to use the other door of the class room to leave. 

“(Y/N), wait!” Peter rushed out of the class after her, nearly slipping on the freshly mopped floor. Even through the muscles, and superhero persona Peter Parker was still a klutz at heart. He hadn’t remembered his friend being so fast. But, he guessed that’s what happened when you abandoned the one person you swore you would never. 

“You got some speed on you,” He laughed, stepping in front of her. “Did you join the track team?”

“Nope, I just got used to walking home by myself.” Ouch. 

He still walked her home sometimes, she just didn’t know it was him. Had she looked up on the building ledges on her walks home she would have seen him, dressed as Spiderman, but nonetheless it was him. If something ever happened to her and he wasn’t there to intervene when he knew he could have he couldn’t live with himself. When he first started avoiding her he was prone to nightmares that took him back to Ben’s death, and the deeper he got into Spiderman duties the worse the nightmares got. One nightmare should have brought him back to her, but instead it made him keep his distance.

His suit was soaked with her blood, the warm liquid seeping through and covering his skin. Her body was light and weightless as he cradled her, his head hid in her hair as he screamed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- I let you down.” He moved her hair out of her face. His girl, his (Y/N). 

It had shook him, the thought that if she stuck around she could end up dead because of who he was. He looked at her now, in the sunshine as they stepped out of the doors of Midtown High. She still looked the same for the most part, her hair a little longer and her face a bit fuller. But she was still so beautiful, and soft. God, he missed her. 

Gwen, he shouldn’t be thinking about another girl like this when he has Gwen. 

Finally he spoke. “(Y/N)..look I’m sorry, I can explain.” She turned to look at him as they walked side by side up the street. If telling her is what would get her back then he’d tell her everything, everything he couldn’t tell Gwen or May. Gwen knew but Gwen never wanted to know the dark details, the things that ate him alive after he appeared at her window. 

“Can you Peter? Cause I’ve been waiting for an explanation for three months!” 

She yells as they come to a stop outside their houses, he saw the angry tears build up in her eyes. Muscle memory took over as he reached out to wipe them away, she moved her head away from his hands wiping her own tears. 

“I don’t even know if I want it anymore. To know why the only person who ever claimed to care just left.” She took a breath, trying to calm herself down. Her anger had been pent up, and she knew it came from a bad place. “I know his death was hard on you. But I was there everyday outside of your door for weeks and you just gave me the cold shoulder. All I wanted to do was help you Peter, and you picked Gwen over me. And I get it, I can’t even hate her! I see how she cares about you, the same way I did..and that’s all that matters to me. Is that you’re being taken care of cause you can’t do it yourself.”

“The same way I did” Peter repeats back in his head. 

Like dominos, everything fell into place. For the first time in four years Peter knew what that bind was that held them so tight. It was love, more than friendship love; more than I’ll be there when you need love. It was real, unconditional, and raw love. That he just threw away. 

“So no. No, I don’t care how good your explanation is. I don't need it or want it.” 

Peter looked at her, tears glistened on her cheeks. All he wanted was to reach out and hold her, to cry with her. But all he could bring his body to do was nod and let her go. He stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear inside a house he didn’t even know he would recognize anymore.

“She hates me.”

 Peter says aloud, sensing May standing on the stoop of the house. He sniffles, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his undershirt. “I’ve been in..I’ve been in love with her since I was 14 years old and she hates me.” He says his anger growing in his chest, he wants to rip himself up from the inside out. He picked the wrong girl, had he just held out longer. Had he just listened to her begging, and opened that door, this wouldn’t have happened. 

May watches her nephew, struggling to find the words to comfort him. She puts her hand on his shoulder squeezing, before following him inside. Peter walks down the hallway, everything feeling hazy. His eyes getting heavy from the crying, he sighs stopping in his tracks looking at the familiar photo tucked into the corner of the mirror. Suddenly he wishes one of his powers was time travel; he’d do anything to go back to the night of the formal. To wrap his arms around (Y/N) and hold her close as they danced, he’d tell her every feeling he’d ever felt for her. As he drug his feet up the stairs and into his room he knew what he had to do, whether she wanted his explanation or not.

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Thank you so much, @utterly-in-like! I can’t wait to dive into your fics soon— I’m on my tasm!peter kick but I saw that you write Tony Stark, and Psych (your xover with white collar)??? Man it’s been a hot minute since I read any Psychfic.

Fun fact that’s one of the fandoms I used to write the most for back in the day. The fic I’m most proud of from that era was an insane Final Destination-themed crossover fic feat Shawn Spencer, Johnny Smith from The Dead Zone, Adrian Monk from Monk, and Xander Harris from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, it was a whole thing.

BUT enough about that - you ordered a pic of Andrew Garfield and I present to you, a GIF

This one is special. See, this one is yoga instructor!Peter Parker.

tw health/body issues, post COVID illness, sexy innuendo under the cut

You really hate your sister for this, despite her good intentions.

Instead of being a sympathetic ear to your complaints about your ping-ponging energy and your slow cardio recovery post-COVID, she went and actually tried to help you. Goddamn it—all she had to do was sit there and listen to you be miserable, with the occasional wheeze and cough as you try to do something physically taxing. Like taking out the trash. Or standing up too fast.

But no. Instead, she bought you one of those gift certificates for a package of weekly yoga classes. 12 weeks seems extravagant, and you told her so with a sour, sarcastic, “Oh. You shouldn’t have.” But then you realized it was a biweekly vinyasa in the middle of Central Park at the magic hour of 5:00am.

What a bitch.

“We can go together!” she said. “We’ll make it a thing!”

The “thing” was you showing up in the middle of a dewy field at the ass crack of dawn to greet 6 other strangers—your sister nowhere to be found—as she cancelled her membership the night before and neglected to tell you.

What a bitch.

You hate running. You have no time to go to a gym. And you haven’t ridden a bike since you were 9. But here you are, rolling out the cheapest mat you can find and an old bath towel, next to an array of all walks of life and all number of age.

Great. You’re going to wheeze with your jiggly ass in the air next to a 67-year-old Herculean, bald guy who brought nothing but too-short shorts, a beat up Neoprene bottle, and his own sweat to his practice.

You rolled your eyes, and that’s when you saw him.

The Adonis. The face of an angel. The sculpted build of a Michelangelo. This was way worse. It’s one thing to embarrass yourself in front of random strangers, but another thing to embarrass yourself in front of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He wore a tight black tank and board shorts (fuck, was he also a surfer?) as he greeted the class, biceps bulging from the mat tucked underneath his arm.

“Morning! How’s everyone doing?” he smiled brightly.

With devastatingly dark eyes and a saccharine sweetness to his expression, his gaze landed on you and you felt your face heat up. It’s mid-50s temperature in New York this morning, and you didn’t dress warm enough, but suddenly you’re on fire and have the urge to take off more clothes.

The slightest twinkle sparked in his eyes as they landed on you. He bit his lip, taking you in. (Fuck, did he really just do that? Is there something on my face? Do I have a tit showing?)

“Are you my new student?” he grinned, something seductive and—excited?—trapped in his throat.

Your mouth was dry, nodding in a fugue state.

Student? Like he’s the teacher? You’re going to need to bring an apple to him next time. Why is your crotch already sweating?

“My name’s Peter, it’s good to have you join us,” he says, his deep voice pouring over you like honey.

Why is he staring at you like that?

“Today’s a great day to start, we’re going to take each position very slow,” he added.

Is he serious right now?

“Just try to relax,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll take good care of you.”

You’re breathing heavy again, you notice.

And Peter keeps his promise, guiding the class through gentle stretches and poses. You keep your eyes glued to his form. For science.

Muscles flexing and a light sheen sweat forming on his face.

His eyes find you more than anyone else in the group. He starts traveling through the group when he’s convinced they’ve got the sequence down. He’s a great teacher.

At some point, midway through your 3rd downward dog, you notice that he’s glided to your side. You hadn’t even seen him coming, your eyes fixed on the blades of grass in front of your face, when you feel two large hands gently press around your pelvic crest.

Your heart stutters the second he touches you, and the butterflies in your stomach carry the wind from your lungs.

“Just like this,” Peter whispers, only loud enough for you to hear, as he guides your hips back into a more pointed position. “You’re doing so well.” You notice him line up your hips with his, and you swear he could lift you up by your pelvis with just the strength of his fingers.

You love downward dog. You love anything with dogs. Doggy style, all the way. Every time.

And with his help, goddamn it, the stretch is satisfying. You feel your spine start to decompress. Air fills your lungs in short measured breaths. His hands remain on you, encompassing your hips and the small of your back, pulling you into a delicious pose.

“Right there. Does that feel good?” he coos.

This mother Hubbard.

You moan. And then clear your throat. “Yeah,” you cough, trying to recover.

You can’t see his face but you can feel the body heat reverberating from him. And you can hear that cocky grin in his voice as he whispers back. “Good girl.”

Somehow, you survived. It was at the end of the class, when everyone else bolted and you were struggling to roll up your mat and ignore just how SWEATY your crotch was, when Peter kneeled down in front of you to help you. You gaped at his long fingers, curling the rubber into a neat cylinder.

“So how was it? I hope we didn’t go too hard on you.” His voice was like warm syrup. His eyes were dark chocolate pools. His lips looked like sugar-coated cherries.

He was bad for your health, without a doubt.

“No, um, it-it was g-good,” you shyly replied. “I’m just a little rusty.”

“Well, we can work on that,” he gazed at you with a lazy half smile. It was clear he found your timidness amusing. Appetizing, even. “See you next week?”

“Yes,” you blurted out, without hesitation. “Thank you. Thank you, Master.”

Your eyes went wide, locked on his. The word drifted into the atmosphere, a balloon swept away, never to return. He quirked a brow upward.

Your face turned crimson. “Teacher,” you stuttered “Teach— Guru? I… I don’t know why I said that.”

He licked his lips as he stared at yours, unabashed and unafraid.

“We can work on that, too.”

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I was woundering if you can do a peter packer short . Where y/n finds out he is spider man . And dosent care of the risks that she wants to be with him anymore

You're Worth the Risk

Waking up before my boyfriend I pull on one of his sweatshirts hanging in the closet. I had slept over last night because we stayed up late studying for midterms. Peter's still laying asleep in the bed covers thrown all around. I start picking up my books until I see something underneath my science notebook. I gasped recognizing what lays on his bedroom floor. Bending down on my knees I pick up the red and blue mask that was known to only belong to the famous Spider-Man. The web slinging hero of New York city that everyone loves. "Why - how would he have this?" I whispered to myself moving it around in my hands until I heard Peter shifting awake in the bed.

"Hey baby, what do you have there?" Peter asked in a husky voice clearly still asleep. He holds himself up by his elbow running a hand through his messy hair. Rising to my feet I run my thumbs over the fabric holding it in front of his face. "Peter, are you Spider-Man?" Hearing that question shot him awake immediately. He shoots up in a sitting position in the bed, shock written all over his face. I have actually never seen him so nervous unless you count asking me out and our first two dates but that's it. "Y/n, I - yes - yes it's mine - I'm him." He tossed the covers aside walking over and taking it from my hands so he hold them instead. I have to tilt my head up since he's a little taller than I am. "I'm sorry I should have told you - I just - I was afraid - you should can go it's too dangerous." He slipped my hand from his flopping back on his bed waiting for me to storm out I assume.

I jumped ontop of his shaking the twin bed catching him off guard. Resting my hands on either side of him he rests his hands on my hips so I don't fall off. "What makes you think I would ever leave you Peter Parker. You're one of the nicest people I have ever met. Your funny and a cute dork that won my heart after we discovered we both had a lot in common-" I get cut off when his aunt May knocked on his locked door. "Do you two want some pancakes!" Peter immediately shouted back slightly mad she interrupted your conversation. "We'll be down in a minute!" She hollered back. "Come on they'll get cold!" Taking my eyes off Peter I called back to his aunt finally getting her to leave. "Five minutes, Aunt May please!" Once she's gone I lean down kissing him for the first time this morning. He smiled into the kiss until I broke it finishing my sentence.

"Peter Parker, I'm not going anywhere. You could just be regular Peter and I would stay. Yes being with Spider-Man means risk. But I don't care. I choose to stay with you, Peter. Because you're worth it. You are worth the risk, Spider-Man." Peter reached up cupping my face in his hands kissing me longingly. I grinned kissing him back but squeal when he rolled me over so I'm laying on my back smirking up at him. "Nice trick, Spidey." He chuckled shaking his head until an idea popped into his head. "I can show you the fun way to get to school now, Y/n." Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him in for another kiss until Aunt May banged her hand on the door clearly frustrated. "That's more then five minutes you two. Now come eat breakfast. You can make out later!" Peter and I both start bursting into a fit of laughter and a blushing mess.

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[urrockstar-xe]

winter formal - p.parker x fem!reader

aka a starstruck christmas

posted jan 2nd, 2024 8:55pm

this is specifically for @heywardsarchive who said i should make a part 2 so thank u pals :D

this is also fairly late, happy new year, thanks for being here.

summary; although reader misses hanging around her special spider friend, her crush on a certain peter parker boy has her distracted use of Y/n

starstruck does not need to be read first to enjoy this!

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It had been a few weeks since you had seen that familiar spider up close, nothing more than him swinging from afar, not that you should’ve been complaining. All of your time was being taken up by studying and then getting tutored by that Midtown High kid, Peter Parker. He was a lot cooler than you had expected but the fact all you did when hanging out was math really tainted the image of him in your head.

no matter how pretty he was.

Although with the holidays, more crime typically followed Santa around the globe so you weren’t exactly surprised how Spidey was extra busy this time of year.

Yet you still sighed in disappointment when you got home and once again met a note on your windowsill. 

”Hey, pretty lady, stopped by but you weren’t in :( can’t wait til you’re done with your tutoring sessions” 

The note was short but still, it brought a stupid little smile to your face, pulling out the notebook from your backpack, you wrote a note of your own.

”miss you spidey”

you set it on the outside of your window, setting a small rock from your desk on top so that it wouldn’t run away in the wind before quickly shutting your bedroom window and shivering from the cold.

“Maybe I should get a onesie”

~

“Y/n? You still with me?” Peter asked, grabbing your attention away from the window of the coffee shop you sat in. “Yeah, sorry, Peter” You give a quiet laugh, looking back at the window for a second, just checking to see if he’s out there before turning back to Peter, who was looking at you with a soft smirk. 

“What, why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, earning a laugh from the boy as he set his pen down.

“When did I lose you?” He asked, ignoring your question. “I don’t know,” You shrugged, honestly.

Peter shook his head, his smile unmoving as he closed the book in front of him. He leaned back into the leather of the booth, turning his gaze to your face. “Can’t get you focused at all lately” He joked, but not really. “I’m sorry” You gave him a half smile, hoping it would help your apology come off as genuine, just earning another laugh from the boy as he took his glasses off. 

God, he’s so hot. dude don’t think like that he’s right there

oh god what if he’s a mind read-

“Y/n? Again? C’mon, sweetheart” He chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. You laughed with him this time. “I’ve just got like no sleep lately,” You explained, ignoring the way your heart sped up at the pet name and earning a sympathetic smile and nod from Peter. “Is there a reason why?” He asked, leaning forward just slightly as if you were sharing secrets. 

“It feels like waiting for a phone call every night” You shrugged, not missing how Peter’s face fell at your words.

“Oh, boy trouble?” He asked, quieter this time. “something like that” he just hummed in response, not wanting to press any further. 

“Well, if you need a distraction, there’s this school thing-“ “Oh you mean at Nerdtown High?” You cut him off with a tease, laughing at how Peter scoffed and couldn’t help his smile. “Yeah, it’s like a winter formal dance thing, I’m in charge of takin’ pictures and stuff, could use some company” He shrugged, not wanting to just outwardly ask you. 

“And I have a special invite from the photographer himself?” You feigned a flattered face, dramatically putting your hand over your heart.

“Yes,” he laughed, “if you want to come, that is.” He shrugs, smiling at you. You mimicked his actions from earlier, leaning forward into the end of the table, still far enough to not feel his breath but close enough to make Peter slightly tilt his head as if unsure of what you were doing. 

Okay, so maybe how pretty he was did make a difference

“So, what are we wearing?” You asked, smiling.

~

The last-minute invite limited your options but luckily you managed to dig up something from your closet and accessorize enough to feel good about how you looked. While you were putting your earrings in, a knock hit your window, interrupting your giddy feelings about going to a school dance with Peter. 

Your head whipped around when there was a second knock, knowing now who it was as you got up and quickly opened the window, laughing at how Spidey dramatically fell into your room, completely on purpose. 

“hi” You smiled, putting on your jacket to shield yourself from the cold. “hey, pretty lady” Spider-man’s voice was distorted, muffled almost but also sounded like he was purposely making his voice quieter and deeper. “Why do you sound like that?” You laughed as you asked the question.

“Got a cold” he shrugged, before looking you up and down. “You look nice” Spiderman nodded, as if in approval but also as if he had to shut up before saying more.

“Thanks, don’t stare too much though, I’ve got a date!” You teased, smiling excitedly as you sat back down and focused on the red color lining your lips before blending it with your fingertip.

“A date huh?” He asked, not even trying to hide his shock at this point. You sigh, dramatically looking back at Spiderman, earning a chuckle at your theatrics. “Well, I think it’s a date, but if you ask questions, it sucks the fun out of it.” He nodded as if he understood your explanation.

He didn’t.

“You remember that tutor I mentioned?” 

Spidey hummed in response, making himself comfortable on your old bean bag chair, watching you finish getting ready.

“It’s with him” You spoke with a giddy light to your voice as you applied lip oil over the red on your lips. 

The silence from the usually obnoxious talkative spider caught your attention.

And while you didn’t know why, it was because he was internally panicking. 

“Thought he was like a total nerd” He laughed awkwardly, worried he’d blow his cover.

“Oh, he totally is,” You chose to ignore the scoff from Spidey as you continued speaking. “But, he’s also like charming and funny, and he’s so fuckin cute, he calls me sweetheart and like how he rambles apologies whenever he’s late and he always insists on walking me home even though I'm way out of his way for his own walk. Oh my gosh and the other day he hugged me which reminded me so much of that scene at the end of Tangled, like he just hugged all of me, does that make sense? Like he needed to be as close as possible, Ugh”

As you rambled on about your almost embarrassing crush on Peter, all he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest, he had spent weeks as Spiderman, coming to your rescue for mundane tasks, going as far as leaving notes when he wanted to see you but couldn’t. 

Here he was thinking Peter Parker was ruining his plans as your math tutor, meanwhile, He was the one you couldn’t stop rambling about.

Not Spiderman

But Peter.

He was freaking the fuck out.

“Oh my god, what time is it?” You asked, cutting off Peter’s Spiderman’s thoughts as you urgently looked for your phone. “Spidey, you know I love you, babe, but he’s gonna be here like any second.” You offered an apologetic smile as Spiderman waved it off, a way to say It’s all good, 

“Hey, have fun tonight, pretty lady!” He said, clearing his throat as if he was trying not to cough, and before you had a chance to respond, Spiderman was gone. 

~

“Did I mention how pretty you look?” Peter asked as he snapped another picture of you, complimenting you for the 5th, no 6th time tonight.

not that you’d been counting

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, I don’t think you have” You teased, earning that laugh that felt so painfully familiar in return.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” Peter started, still unsure about your previous conversation with Spiderman, even if you laid out all he’d need to know. 

The christmas lights and hanging snowflakes around the room suddenly became incredibly interesting to you as you nodded, avoiding all hints of eye contact possible, and silently thanking anyone who was listening in prayer as instead of looking at you, he started photographing other students and teachers dancing around the room to the Christmas music playing. 

Peter bit the inside of his cheek as he thought out his next few words, trying to not talk himself out of it. Distracting himself by taking photos of his classmates, he finally spoke.

“Do you prefer Pepsi or Coke?” 

coward

You laughed at the question, so it must’ve counted for something, right?

Or that’s at least what he had hoped as he smiled and listened to your unnecessary rant of an answer.

~

You shoved your hands into the pockets of Peter’s jacket that you were currently wearing at his insistence, of course, not being able to help yourself as you did a quick scan of the sky as Peter walked you home. 

He didn’t need instructions on how to get there anymore.

“Lookin' for something?” He asked, nudging you lightly.

Why did he always notice you looking for Spiderman?

“Someone, actually” You smiled at him, turning your gaze to your shoes, counting the cracks under your feet. 

“Oh,” play it cool, Peter. “Spiderman?” Was that too obvious?

You shrugged, looking at Peter with your head tilted.

“Didn’t know you were a fan” He continued, his turn now to count the cracks. 

“Yeah, something like that” you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head before looking at Peter, watching as he smiled softly at the concrete beneath his feet. 

“I had a really great time tonight, Peter” You sighed, nudging him slightly once your apartment complex came into view, even if you still had 3 more minutes of walking.

You really enjoyed your walks home with Peter. Of course, you counted how long the walks were.

“Me too” he nudged back, stopping for a moment and getting your attention by the feeling of his scarf getting tossed around your shoulders, you stopped walking now, allowing him to properly adjust the soft fabric around your neck making it two items of his you were now wearing.

“Can’t have you catching a cold for the holidays” Peter whispered, soft eyes moving to look into yours upon realizing how close you were. “Course not” you agreed in the same tone.

The moment lasted for however much time wasn’t enough, ending with the sound of police sirens, you both turned at the sound, watching as 2, 3, 4 cop cars rushed past you both. 

“Think I know where Spidey’s been” You mumble to yourself, though not missing the quiet laugh from Peter as he threw his arm around your shoulder, urging you to keep walking, seeming to be sort of rushing now. 

You didn’t question it, it was getting late and you knew he didn’t like leaving May alone too late into the night, it makes her worry would be all he told you anyway, so why pry?

You also had quickly decided to try and forget about the ruined moment, content in feeling as he wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing your arms around his neck in the hug you had loved so much and a quiet “I’ll see you in two weeks” mumbled into the shoulder of his your jacket.

Shit, winter break, you almost forgot about that

“Merry Christmas, Peter” You mumbled back, holding your breath as he pulled away and not letting it go til after you opened the door to the lobby. 

“Hey,” his voice made you turn around, tilting your head like a silent question mark.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart” 

~

The words replay in your head even still as you lie in your bed, waiting for your dreams to overtake you. How he looked at you and how he spoke the words so softly, despite having heard him call you Sweetheart a dozen times by now, you couldn’t get over it.

That seemed to mix with the anxiety you were feeling about whatever was going on with those policemen tonight, why was he not following? Was he already there? Is it about what’s had him so occupied the last few weeks?

The unanswered questions of worry and giddy feelings of adoration put you in a seemingly never-ending loop of anxiety that you were completely unable to come out no matter how hard-

Thump thump thump 

You sat up, almost giving yourself whiplash with how you turned to look at your window. 

Thump thump

They were weaker that time, uh oh.

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[arkhamknightz]

TILL DEATH DO US PART ii

summary: MONTHS LATER part 2 to my fic in sickness, and in health, alternate ending: peter finds you coughing up petals in your room, and he finally confesses his feelings for you. (gender neutral reader)

warnings: mentions of blood, hanahaki disease, throw up mention, throwing up flower petals, happy ending this time, peter gets there before reader suffocates, mentions of gwen’s death  

notes: hey sorry for the hold up i re-wrote this about a thousand times but nothing ever really seemed right! I hope this is good enough 4 everyone :) here is part 1!!

a day. it took peter a day to come and visit you. he knocked on your window, the curtains covering any view he had inside your room. he tried opening the window but it was locked, you never locked your window. he knew something was up, he walked into your apartment, your parents were gone on a business trip for the last few months. 

he found the spare key your mother had always left for him under the plant by your front door, he swiftly walked inside calling out your name, just barely hearing the faint “peter?” coming from your bedroom. he unlocked the door seeing you writing a note at your desk, the whole room smelling like blood and flowers. 

he took a look around, blood and petals all over your bedsheets, piles of bloody tissues inside and around your trashcan. you looked lifeless. peter was horrified, he saw as you looked at him with a sad smile on your face. “i don't know what you're doing here but you need to leave pete.” he frantically shook his head, tears already gathering in his eyes. “what's- what's going on? we need to get you to a hospital how long have you been sick like this?” you sadly shook your head.

“a hospital can't fix what's wrong with me. i won't allow it.” his throat ran dry. “what do you mean? come on please y/n let me help you.” you pulled a bowl in front of you, flower petals, blood and tiny sticks falling out your mouth. peter looked at you, a terrified expression stuck on his face. “please just let me help you. tell me what's wrong.” he watched as you motioned to your computer.

he quickly read the article. “i did this to you? how- how long?” you spoke up in a small voice. “since you started dating her.” peter held a hand up to his mouth, tears spilling out his eyes. you had been suffering for months because he didn't think he would ever have the chance. he glanced down at the unfinished note you had been writing. he quickly fell to his knees beside you. 

“i'm sorry, i'm sorry me being such a coward and running to some other girl caused you this. i'm sorry me thinking you couldn't ever love me lead to you thinking it was unreciprocated. please i love you, i always have. its always been you. i tried loving gwen, i tried so hard and i did, i did love her, but it was always you, i tried so hard to love her the way i love you but no matter how much i distanced myself from you, no matter how many times i tried convincing myself my love for you was based off of childhood fantasies i couldn't love her the way i love you.”

you looked at him with tears welling in your eyes. “please, peter don't lie. its too late for me.” he shook his head, sobs escaping his lips. “please i can't loose you too. i can't loose both of you. i love you y/n y/l/n. i have since that first day of 4th grade when you beat me at limbo.” he chuckled at the memory. “please, let me love you. let me fix this.” you nodded, tears in your eyes. he quickly pulled you into a kiss, your lips tasting like blood and flowers.

you pulled away, pushing him as you ran to the bathroom. he followed behind you, rubbing your back as you threw up heaps of flowers. he watched as the plants fell out of your throat, it felt like it went on for hours, he watched as the red fell from your mouth, some were petals, some were fully grown flowers or flower buds. some were sticks and leaves. it seemed to suddenly stop, your body going limp. 

he looked at you worried, calling out your name as he shook your shoulders. you softly smiled, eyes still closed. “mm here. i'm okay. just- really tired and lightheaded.” peter pulled you into a hug, cries leaving his lips. “i thought i lost you.” you shook your head hugging back as tightly as he was. “not going anywhere pete, not anymore.” 

his lips connected with yours, not caring about the bloody taste. you kissed back almost as eagerly as he did. your stomach tingling in a different way this time. butterflies. 

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[nobody7102]

I Don't Hate You: Chapter 5

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker (Andrew) x reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

A/N: Chapter 5 is out, I would have had it done sooner but I had to get a new computer. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for when new chapters come out.

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Leading Y/N out the front door, he motioned for her to sit on the cement garden wall just outside of the door. “C’mon, sit” he helped her sit.

“Hey, hey!” Harry caught Peter’s attention. “We need to talk.”

Not paying attention to Harry, he made sure Y/N was stable. “I'm a little busy right now.”

“Can you just give me a second?” Harry pleaded, yet Peter still didn’t pay attention “It's off, okay?!” Harry yelled “The whole thing’s off.” he said quieter.

Peter furrowed his brow looking at Harry “What’re you talking about?”

Harry shook his head “She never wanted me.  She wanted Flash the whole time.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter groaned “Harry. Do you like the girl?” Harry nodded “And is she worth all this trouble?

Harry shrugged “Well, I thought she was.  But, you know, I-”

Peter rolled his eyes once again “Well she is or she isn’t.?” He asked not giving Harry time to answer “See, first of all, Flash is not half the man you are.” he placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder “Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” he shook Harry’s shoulder “Go for it!” He pushed him back towards the party.

Y/N begins to fall off the bench but Peter quickly catches her again. He stands her up and they walk over to a bench, a few feet away from the party. “C'mon. Here, sit down.” Peter helped Y/N sit, before taking the seat next to her. 

“You’re so patronizing.” Y/N shook her head.

Peter chuckled, “Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted.” He placed a hand on her shoulder to stabilize her.

She tried to push him away from the bench “I don’t think so.” She stood up to try and walk but as she stood she sat back down.

Peter just watched slightly amused before Y/N turned to him “Why are you doing this?”

He furrowed his brow “I told you, you may have a concussion.”

Y/N scoffed, “You don't care if I never wake up.”

Peter gave a small grin “Sure, I do”

“Why?”

“Well” Peter thought for a moment “because then I'd have to start taking out girls who actually like me.”

Y/N chuckled “Like you could find one.”

He motioned to Y/N “See that, there?” he smiled “Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?”

She looks at him for a moment with a smile, reflecting on his words. Before she starts tilting over backward, just in time to be caught by Peter, again.

“Jesus.” he mumbled making sure Y/N was stable once again. “......why'd you let him get to you?”

She turned to him “Who?”

“Flash” 

At the mention of his name, Y/N grimace “I hate him.”

“Well, you’ve chosen the perfect revenge” Peter started “mainlining tequila.”

They both laugh. “Well, you know what they say…” Y/N hummed, leaning against Peter’s shoulder.

Peter shook his head “No. What do they say?” A few moments of silence followed before Peter looked down to see Y/N sleeping “No no no no!” he moved to hold her shoulders, slightly shaking them “Y/N!” he panicked “C’mon, wake up!” he shook her once more “Look at me! Listen to me, Y/N. Open your eyes!” He urged her, shaking her firmly a final time.

Y/N jumped at the sudden movement looking at Peter “Hey….” she hummed “Your eyes have Dark brown around the edge”

Peter sighed with relief and smiles at Y/N. She smiled back at him, as they kept their eye contact for a few moments before Y/N lurched forward vomiting at Peter’s feet. Letting out a sigh, Peter looked down at his shoes before shaking his head and rubbing Y/N’s back.

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Back in the house, Gwen stood with Liz looking around uncomfortably “I don’t know if we should go-” but before Gwen could finish, she was cut off by Flash, who wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Hey, a bunch of us are going to Eddie's house. Are you guys ready?”

Gwen looked at Flash nervously “Uh, I have to be home in twenty minutes.”

Liz smiled at Flash eagerly “You know, I don't have to be home 'til two. So…”

Flash smiled nodding to Liz before turning back to Gwen “One more chance…” he offered

“Oh, I’m sorry Flash… I can’t” she wrapped her arms around herself.

Liz shrugged “That’s a shame.” she turned to Flash “Well?”

He smiled “You wanna go?” Liz nodded, as they started to walk away Gwen grabbed Liz’s arm.

“Liz!”

“Hey, you passed.” she pulled her arm from Gwen’s grip

Gwen shook her head, watching as they left “Bitch…” she mumbled looking around at who was left in the party.

Walking out from a room of the house, Harry’s eyes were trained on the ground, only looking up occasionally, when he noticed Gwen “Hey… Have fun tonight?” he asked almost sarcastically.

“Tons,” Gwen answered back in the same tone. As Harry started to walk past Gwen, she stopped him “Harry?” he stopped turning back to her “Do you think you could give me a ride home?” she gave him a helpless smile.

He nodded, turning back around, his eyes wide mouthing ‘Yes!’ before he led Gwen to his car.

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Driving Y/N’s car, Peter shifted in the seat, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel as Y/N bobbed her head, listening to the radio.

“Should I do this?” Y/N hummed.

“Do what” Peter turned slightly to keep his eye on the road and on Y/N.

“This” she pointed to the radio.

“What? Start a band?”  he cocks his brow

“No, install car stereos.” Y/N deadpans “Yeah, start a band.” she chuckled, “My father would love that.”

Pulling up to the Stacy residence, Peter stopped the car, turning to Y/N “You don't strike me as the type that would ask your father’s permission.”

Now she turned to look at him “Oh, so now you think you know me?”

Peter shrugged “I'm gettin' there”

Y/N relaxes back into the seat a bit “The only thing people know about me is that I'm ‘scary’.” she scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I'm no picnic myself.” Peter hummed. They eye each other, sharing a moment of connection. “So what’s up with your dad? Is he a pain in the ass?”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head “No… He just wants me to be someone I'm not.”

“Who?”

Y/N shrugged, motioning to the house “Gwen.”

Peter’s eyes widened “Ah... Gwen…” He shook his head “No offense or anything, I mean,I know everyone likes your sister. But, um…” he thought for a moment “She’s without.” he finally said.

Y/N stared at him for a moment with admiration. “You know, you're not as vile as I thought you were.” she smiled, slowly starting to lean towards him. 

Peter begins to lean in, and just as their lips are inches from each other, Peter pulls away “Maybe we should do this another time.” he sheepishly suggests.

Y/N stares at him, for a moment, her eyes slowly showing that she’s pissed. Before she shoved open the car door, getting out of the car, slamming the door shut and stomping off to the house.

Letting out a groan, Peter face planted onto the steering wheel before he placed the car keys into the glove compartment for Y/N to find the next morning, before he exited the car. Walking over to his car and leaving. 

Just as Peter peeled away from the curb, Harry pulled up to drop off Gwen. As soon as he stopped the car, the two sat for a moment in silence before Harry spoke up. “You never wanted to go sailing with me, did you?” he turned to Gwen.

She gave a soft smile with sad eyes “Yes I did.” she lied through her teeth

Harry tilted his head “No…You didn’t.”

She sighed “Well, okay. No… Not actually.”

Harry sighed “Well, then that's all you had to say….have you always been this selfish?”

Gwen opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it to think for a moment “Yes…” she meekly ryles 

Harry scoffs “You know, just because you're beautiful, doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. He started “I mean, I really like you. Okay? I defended you when people called you conceited. I helped you when you asked me to.” He shook his head “I learned French for you! And then you just blow me of-”

Before he could finish, Gwen grabbed his face and gave him a kiss on the lips. When she pulls away he’s stunned. She smiles, then gets out of the car without another word.

Harry watches as she leaves, looking as though he’s just been told he’s inherited his fathers business as she turns back to him, smiles, and walks away.

Turning back to look at the road, a smile crept onto his face happily freaking out, and beating up his poor steering wheel “I’m back in the game!” he yelled happily.

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The next Monday, as Y/N entered Mr. Dillon’s class people started clapping and cheering before Eddie Brock spoke up. “Y/N, my lady, you sway to the rhythm of the beat” he laughed.

          “So tell me Y/N” Flash started as Y/N took her seat “what do we owe you for the table dance?” he smirked before Mr. Dillon clapped his hands to get the class's attention.

“All right," He started "not that I care, but how was everybody’s weekend?” he hummed

Flashes smirk turned to an ear to ear smile “ I don’t know. Why don’t we ask Y/N how her weekend was.” he and a few other people in the class chuckled.

Mr. Dillon shook his head “Unless she kicked the crap out of your dumbass, I don’t wanna hear about it.” He walked over to his desk, picking up a book “Okay, let’s open up our books to page 73, sonnet 141.” he cleared his thought and started reading 

“ ‘In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes. For they and thee a thousand errors note. But ‘tis my heart loves what they despise, who in despite of view is pleas’d to dote’.” he closed the book looking up to the class.

“Now, I know Shakespeare’s a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that…. Now I want you all to write your own version of this Sonnet.”

A few groans came from all around the class before Y/N raised her hand. Mr. Dillon looked at her, unpleased, ready for whatever Y/N was about to protest. “Yes, Miss I-have-an-opinion-about-everything?”

“Do you want this in iambic pentameter?” she quickly asked

He raised his brow “You’re not going to fight me on this?”

Y/N shook her head “No. I think it’s a really good assignment.”

Dillon laughed “You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?” Y/N shook her head “Get out of my class.”

Y/N’s eyes widened “What?!”

“Out. Get out!” he pointed at the door

Slowly starting to grab her stuff she made her way to the door annoyed.

“Thanks Mr. Dillon” Flash started

“Shut up.” Dillon turned around, going back to his lesson.

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As the hallways filled with people passing from class to class, Mary Jane stood at her looker, looking over the playbills of Shakespeare shows, adorned with a small photo of the Bard himself.

“Hey. That’s a cool picture.” Ned came up behind her “What’s the collar for? Is it to keep him from licking his stitches?” He joked but stopped noticing her lack of amusement “Kidding.” He quickly added “No, because I know you’re a fan of Shakespeare.”

Mary Jane raised her brow at him “More than a fan… We’re involved.”

“Oh” Ned’s eyes widened, as soon as he noticed Mary Jane start to walk away, he started talking again “ ‘Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart-“

“-courage to make love known?” Mary Jane finished giving Ned a small smile.

“Macbeth, right?” Ned smiled back as Mary Jane nodded.

Ned extended his arm to Mary Jane to escort her “So, listen... I have this friend…” he started.

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Sitting up in the bleachers, watching the soccer field, seeing as the gym class was held outside today for their soccer unit, Peter and Harry lounged watching the class. 

“What'd you do to her?” Harry questioned

Peter raised his hands in defense “I didn’t do anything…. Would’ve been too drunk to remember.” he mumbled the last part.

Harry whined “But the plan was working.”

Peter turned to face Harry “Why do you care? I thought you wanted out.”

A blush came across Harry’s face “Yeah, well I did, but….umm” he paused, almost embarrassed “...uh, that was until she kissed me.”

Peter grinned “Where?”

“In the car.” Harry smiled

“Hey!” Ned called out jogging up to them from across the jogging track.  As he crossed it, he nearly ran into two joggers. “Sorry.” he called out behind him before he sat with Harry and Peter. “Alright. I talked to her.” he paused, catching his breath “I got the scoop… ‘Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns’ that's a direct quote.” He nodded

“Thanks, Ned.” Peter groaned “That’s very comforting of you.”

Harry shrugged “We don’t know… She could just need a day to cool off.” As Harry spoke a soccer ball flew past them from the field, narrowly missing their heads. Looking at the ball for a few minutes, they looked to the field noticing Y/N stands menacingly glaring at them. “Maybe two days.” Harry added.

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As Y/N and Mary Jane walk, Y/N saw a prom flier and tore it down as the girl who just hung it watched. “Hey!” she yelled after them.

Waving her off, Y/N and Mary Jane continued walking “Can you imagine who would go to that antiquated mating ritual?”

“I would” Mary Jane raised her hand “But I don’t have a date”

Y/N raised her eyebrow, turning to her friend “Do you really want to get all dressed up so some sleazy nerd with a boner can feel you up while you’re forced to listen to a band that by definition sucks ass?”

          Mary Jane shook her head, slightly annoyed “Alright, alright. We won't go… it's not like I’ve got a dress anyway.” She hugged her head.

“You’re looking at this entirely wrong” Y/N started “We're making a statement.”

“Oh joy” Mary Jane said sarcastically walking to their cars.

As the parking lot fills with people Gwen walks by herself, until Flash comes up behind her. “Hey there”

Gwen keeps her eyes forwards and continues walking “Hi, Flash”

“You're concentrating awfully hard considering you’re walking to Liz’s car”

Gwen eventually stops walking and turns to him “Can I help you with something Flash?”

He nodded, “I want to talk to you about prom.”

Gwen sighed “Look, you know the deal. I can't go if Y/N doesn't go.”

He nodded “I know. Your sister is going.”

Gwen looked at him surprised. “Since when?”

“Oh, let’s just say I'm taking care of it.” he smirked walking away from her to the other side of the parking lot, digging two $100 bills out of his wallet. Extending them out to Peter as he approached his car.

“Here.” he shoved the money towards Peter, who didn’t take the money. “This should take care of the flowers, the limo, the tux, everything. Just make sure she gets to the prom.”

Peter, who was leaning against his car, fully stood up crossing his arms “You know what? I’m sick of playing your little game.”

Flash reaches into his pocket again and looks around. “Are you sick of, let’s say, 300?” Flash cocked his brow

Peter takes a moment glancing between the money and Flash looking a bit tortured, but eventually takes the money.

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It takes a few days for Peter to find himself alone with Y/N but eventually he finds himself sitting in his car with a bag of takeout when he notices Y/N enter a bookstore. He looks between the food and the store before groaning. Exiting his car, he walks into the bookstore and scans around for Y/N before slowly following her from the next row of books to the next, watching as she looks over the books with such concentration. When they reach the end of the aisle, he questions her.

“Excuse me, have you seen The Feminine Mystique? I seem to have lost my copy.” his smile is only met with an unpleasant look from Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” She asks unpleased

He motions behind him “I heard there was a poetry reading.”

She groans “You're so-”

“Charming?” He cuts her off, she turns and begins to walk away as he continues to pursue her. “Wholesome?”

She eventually turns to him “Unwelcome.” venom dripped from her tone.

He raises his brow to her “You know… you’re not as mean as you think you are, you know that?” he crossed his arms

“And you’re not as badass as you think you are.” she turns away from him.

“Ooo” he smirked, “someone still has their panties in a twist.”

Y/N whipped back around pointing at him “Don't for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.” 

          Peter leaned against a bookshelf “Then what did I have an effect on?” 

Y/N thought about it for a moment “Other than my gag reflex? Nothing.” She headed for the door, handing him a copy of The Feminine Mystique as she left.

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The next day, Peter butted in between Ned and Harry in the lunch line. “You’re right. She's still pissed.”

“Sweet love, renew thy force!” Ned hummed causing Peter to slap his shoulder 

“Hey, man!  Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.”

Harry placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder “Look. You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.”

Peter scowled “How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

Ned smiled “Gentlemen I have an idea”

A few hours later, during Gym class which was outside once again. Peter and Harry sat close to the announcers booth as Ned was inside talking with some kid. Coming out after a few minutes Ned handed a microphone to Peter “You’ve got 3 maybe 4 minutes tops”

Peter eyed the microphone “Are you sure this is gonna work?”

Ned and Harry nodded. Peter sighed moving to the top of the bleachers, standing next to the door of the booth, before nodding to the guy who stood in the booth, and soon a smooth tune of a piano began to play over the speakers of the soccer field.

As soon as the tambourine from the backtrack kicked in he began to sing. “Ooh…” he paused, questioning his life choices before continuing “Sugar pie, honey bunch” he poked his head out from around the booth, to see that everyone was looking up at him. 

Figuring he had nothing else to lose, he fully stepped out from the side of the booth, his eyes searched for Y/N’s form on the field, before he pointed to her “You know that I love you” he smiled watching as Y/N looked around, noticing that everyone was now looking at her. “I can't help myself, I love you and nobody else” he hummed. Making his way down into the bleachers.

“In and out my life, You come and you go” he threw his free hand, that wasn’t holding the microphone out, into the air before bringing it to his chest covering his heart “Leaving just your picture behind” he hand down onto his knees dramatically “And I kissed it a thousand times”

“When you snap your finger or wink your eye, I come running to you” he moved to the side of the bleachers that was closer to where Y/N was on the field, keeping eye contact with her. “I’m tied to your apron strings, and there’s nothing that I can do” he watched as Y/N began to smile, even though her arms were crossed, a hand came up to cover one of her blushing cheeks.

He walked down a few more bleachers “Can’t help myself. No I can’t help myself” as he finished the line, he noticed the school's resource officers begin to climb the bleachers, heading towards him. Moving to the far side of the bleachers, climbing back up a few of them he continued “ ‘Cause sugar pie, honey bunch. I’m weaker than a man should be” his voice strained as he ran, earning a few laughs from people on the field. 

Dodging an officer that came close to him, he jumped up a few more bleachers “I can’t help myself” he watched as Y/N laughed, smiling at his little routine “I’m a fool in love, you see” 

Just as Peter was about to start the next verse the officers came at him from both sides. Grabbing his arms the ripped the mic from his hands, as Peter grinned widely, as everyone clapped he was escorted off the field.

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For as long as you could remember it had always been you and Peter, other friends came and went throughout the years but you and Peter had always been a constant in each other’s lives. You had gone through everything together, when your family’s business went bankrupt and you had to live with the Parker’s for a few months, when Peter’s parents died and he had chosen you to run away to. Every big moment, every little moment, no matter the memory Peter was almost always in it.

You never thought you’d have to imagine a life without Peter, it always seemed such an impossible thought. You were the best of friends, there were no secrets between either of you, you told each other everything.

Which was great for years, it worked well for the two of you, you knew the other better than you knew yourself. It was nice knowing you always had someone to confide in, no problem too big or small to share.

And yet now you hated the fact that nothing was kept a secret between the two of you, you hated the fact that you meet up with Peter every day before school, hated that it was so easy to forget that the rest of the world existed, right up until you walked through the doors and his gaze immediately sought her out.

Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy who was top of every class, Gwen Stacy who was so stunningly beautiful you just knew you couldn’t ever even begin to compete with her. You didn’t stand a chance, not when you saw the way Peter looked at her, his expression completely softening, the way his lips pulled into an unconscious smile every time she walked into a room, the way he couldn’t walk into one without glancing around for her.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And because there were no secrets between you and Peter you got to hear all about his crush on her when he remembered you existed. Ok, so maybe that wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like Peter shut down on you whenever she was around but he always had an eye on her.

You and Peter always walked home together, usually hanging around in his bedroom since Aunt May was at work so it left the two of you alone. You didn’t know if you loved the alone time or hated it.

You couldn’t even remember when your own crush on Peter had developed, maybe it had always been there, there before you even really knew what a crush was, before you knew anything about relationships or love or any of those things. Maybe it had developed when you had a bad day and Peter was always there with open arms and ready to make a fool of himself if only to see you laugh again. Maybe it was in the way that there really wasn’t any distance between the two of you, whether it be with no secrets or the way you could crawl into the other's bed after sneaking in through the window and the other person didn’t react other than to make room and wrap their arms around the other. Maybe it was all the little things that seemed so insignificant to other people but you treasured so deeply that made you fall for him so easily.

It didn’t really matter when it happened though, only that it did. It happened and it hurt every day. You couldn’t even get a break on the weekends because whenever Peter came around Gwen always seemed to be the first topic on his lips.

And it wasn’t like you could say anything either, you couldn’t just demand he stop talking about her. Not without admitting you had feelings for him anyway and that wasn’t going to happen, not when you knew he didn’t feel anything for you. You would just have to sit and listen to him talk about her for hours at a time because you loved him and you couldn’t lose your friendship.

Still it hurt. It hurt when he asked you what you think he should do, how could he get her to notice him, what date ideas should he think of to ask her out. The worst of it was that you loved him so much you couldn’t even bring yourself to give him bad ideas, whenever he asked for your advice you gave him the best you could, gave answers you wished Peter would do for you, and you watched him use them on her.

You had gotten pretty good at faking a smile now around Peter, at pretending everything was ok until you were alone and you could let the hurt just hurt. It was so easy to picture you and Peter together too, nothing would change except the fact you’d know how his lips felt against yours, how his hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer would feel.

It didn’t matter how much you wanted to cry, not when you had to fake a laugh at his over dramatic love declarations that caused him to grin as he shoved you lightly, it didn’t matter because no matter how many damn stars you wished on nothing would change.

Sometimes you thought Peter knew, how could he not know that he was the reason you stayed up all night thinking about him, how could he not know that the reason for your tears was him, how was he so blind to the way you looked at him? If it were anybody else you’d think they knew but Peter wasn’t cruel, if he knew he wouldn’t be torturing you so much.

If you had thought things between you and Peter were hard when he was just pining after Gwen it was nothing compared to when he finally put all your advice to use and ended up getting together with her.

It was slow at first, you still saw Peter every day, still walked home together after school but over time it turned into less time together. You walked home together but after a few weeks Gwen joined you and you hated how kind she was, it’d be easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice. Then it turned into you going straight home, not wanting to third wheel on them, not when it meant more time watching Peter look at Gwen like she was his whole world and you had somehow become nothing more than a passing thought, silently pleading for Peter to notice you.

It wasn’t much longer after that the time you and Peter spent together got less and less, no more hanging out after school, no more weekends together, no more sneaking into each other’s houses, no more sharing every thought that popped into your head.

That’s what hurt the most, the thing that left you crying silently to yourself each night. Peter had forgotten all about you and your heart hurt, it hurt so badly that you just wished you could stop feeling anything. It wasn’t even just Peter’s fault though, you wanted to blame him for it all but you were to blame too, you pulled away but Peter hadn’t caught you and pulled you back.

You hoped Gwen knew, you hoped she knew how lucky she was that she was the one that got to fall asleep in Peter’s arms, the safest place you’d ever been. You hope she knew how lucky she was that Peter had picked her to love, you hoped she would love him just as fiercely as he loved her, hoped she knew how lucky she was to be able to fall into those beautiful brown eyes and to know how his lips felt as he kissed her so softly like she was something to be treasured.

You really hoped she knew because you would never know.

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it's always been you

summary -- the one where peter parker realises how badly he's messed up. cue a heart to heart with aunt may, a heartbreak and a love confession warnings -- mentions parental death (gwens dad), minor explicit language, little bit of angst and mostly fluff authors note -- this is a part two to this fic so please read that beforehand!!!

Peter Parker cannot believe how badly he had messed up. Really, if someone had tried to bestow the ‘worst person in the world’ award upon him, he wouldn’t even think to turn it down; he knows he deserves it more than anyone else possibly could. Not only had his selfishness caused Gwen to lose her father, he had also lost you. His best friend, the other half of him. The biggest and brightest part of him.

There’s a lot of things that he knows to be true: Aunt May is the best cook, grass is green, Flash Thompson is a grade A asshole. And that you are, without a doubt, the most important person in the world to him. Peter knows he loves you, more than he should love a best friend really, and he knows that losing you would be the catalyst to his downfall.

And, Peter Parker absolutely does not want to live in a world without you. Only, now he sort of is living in a world without you. He knows that he has to make it right, and he has to fix what he’s broken. Only, he’s not quite sure how he is supposed to fix something that he doesn’t know can be fixed; that’s where May Parker, the wisest woman he’s ever known, comes in.

“Y/n told me that she loves me,” Peter confesses over dinner, five days later. There’s an air of nonchalance about him that he knows will likely drive Aunt May crazy, but he needs to get through this conversation first. “I went to go see her, after Gwen’s father died. She cried, and I apologised and told her that I had kissed Gwen. When she told me that she loved me, she told me that she knew I was a boy that would never be hers.”

May looks rightfully perplexed, trying to figure out what the right thing to say in this situation would be. “How do you feel about Gwen?” She asks; a question Peter’s not sure that he knows the answer to. Though, he sort of does know the answer deep down; she’s pretty, and smart, and sweet. Gwen Stacey would totally be his type if he wasn’t in love with you.

When Peter fails to answer, May knows that it’s time to try a different approach. “Okay, picture this: you’ve graduated from school with a doctorate in mechanical engineering and now you’re working in a lab. It’s a Friday evening and it’s been a busy week and at the end of the day, you drive home. Who, and what, are you driving home to?”

It’s quiet in the kitchen as Peter thinks about it, trying to envision where he is in the future. He knows that if Gwen had asked him this question, he’d have to say it’s her. But when it’s May Parker asking, the answer feels like it could be different. And it makes him feel guilty, like he’s leading Gwen on. But it’s you, Peter thinks, it’s always been you.

“It’s Y/n,” Peter answers when dinner has long been over. May is sitting on the couch, watching a movie on the television when Peter comes to interrupt her downtime. “I’ll come home from the lab, and I’ll be tired from a long week. And, Y/n will be sitting at the kitchen table, music playing in the background, maybe from the radio or Spotify, whilst she works on her novel. Maybe we have a dog or cat, but there will be several loose pages in front of her. She’s editing, and looks tired, but still so beautiful. She saves her work, gets up to kiss me. And all the tiredness and stress just dissipates, melts away. Because I’m home. And, it’s Y/n. It’s always been Y/n.”

May smiles at him so brightly that Peter thinks that it could power New York City forever. And, he knows that he’ll have to break Gwen’s heart in order to love his best friend the way that he wants to. “Go, Peter,” May tells him, the movie forgotten about now. She doesn’t mind, she’s seen it before and her nephew needs her attention the most right now. “You have to talk to Gwen, and Y/n.”

“I can’t, May. I can’t.” Peter knows that he sounds desperate, and that there’s only so much his Aunt May can help him with. But, maybe it’ll be enough anyway. “I can’t break Gwen’s heart, not when she’s lost her dad. But Y/n is everything to me, and I don’t want to live in a world where she isn’t mine.”

“I know that Gwen has lost her father, and that is a hurt she will feel forever,” May pauses for a second, trying to gather her emotions as she thinks about Ben, and how grief is a hurt that is always felt. “But not telling her? Peter, that is going to make her feel worse. Gwen deserves better than you pretending to love her. And, she will move on and she’ll find the one for her. And in ten, or twenty, years time, she might even be grateful to you.”

Peter nods, moving to press a kiss to his aunt’s forehead before rushing to grab his skateboard from where he’d dumped it in the entrance way. He’s quick as he skateboards through the city streets, avoiding getting hit by the traffic. One knock, two knocks, three knocks before Gwen opens the door. “Peter!” Gwen exclaims, voice full of surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, you wanna come in?”

“No I, uh-” Peter pauses, trying to come up with the right words. He hates that he’s about to break Gwen’s heart, but he knows that it’s necessary for the sake of love. A deep breath before, “no, sorry. I’m not staying long. I feel like such an ass for telling you this but I can’t not tell the truth and I really am so sorry for the loss of your father and I know this isn’t a great time but Y/n told me that she loves me and I left without saying anything because I’m with you. Only, I love her. Like, a lot. And, it’s Y/n, you know? It’s always been her.”

“I know.” Gwen smiles, and Peter’s not entirely sure what to think. And, Gwen must sense the boy's confusion because, “I know it’s always been Y/n for you. The two of you have been best friends for twelve years now and I see the way that you look at her. You look at Y/n like she strung all the stars in the night sky. I won’t lie and say I’m not upset by this, because I am. But you love her. So please, Peter, go and tell her okay? I’ll be okay.”

Peter’s quick to press a kiss to Gwen’s forehead, “I love you.” He’s honest, and earnest, and even though Peter doesn’t mean it in the romantic way, it still warms Gwen’s heart to hear him say the words. “I know it’s not in the way you want me to mean it, and I’m sorry that it’ll never be you. But I love you, Gwen Stacy. And, goodbye.”

In the blink of an eye, Peter is already skateboarding back home, stopping at your house with a hopeful smile on his face. Your bedroom window is open, and Peter can hear your music playing and the sound of you typing on your keyboard and oh – how it fills his heart with joy to hear the familiar sounds of the Peter + Y/n playlist. Skateboard abandoned in a bush, he climbs up the trellis until he’s leaning against your windowsill. “Hey, you.”

You jump, whirling around on your desk chair to see the boy you’ve loved your entire life. It’s a fresh sort of pain, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s practically hanging off your windowsill. “Get in here, idiot,” you shake your head at his foolishness. Peter does so, sitting on your bed to look at you. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be with Gwen?”

“I told Gwen I don’t love her,” Peter starts, trying not to laugh at the look of pure shock and disbelief on your face. “Well, I did tell her I love her but not in the way she wants me to love her. Not in the way that I love you. Because, I do love you. I don’t know when I started loving you but I shouldn’t have left that night. I should have said it back, but-”

“Gwen.” You finished for him, and Peter just nods. Truth be told, you’re not sure what there is left to say to Peter. Everything you wanted to say, you had already said so there wasn’t much else left to say. You turn away from him, and Peter worries that he’s blown it so he hangs his head in dejection whilst you save the document you’d been working on.

“Tell me again.” You practically demand, whirling back around on your chair. You don’t know why you’re so desperate to hear him say those three magic words again; maybe it’s because you’re not entirely sure it’s real. “I need you to tell me again. Please.”

And Peter does, with a softness that could put the finest of wools to shame, three words delicately weaved together with the finest of red threads; connecting the two of you in an everlasting love that you’ve only dreamt about. “I love you. I loved you at ten years old when you finally learnt to tie your own shoelaces, I loved you at thirteen when I comforted you through your first heartbreak. I loved you at fourteen, when we were each other's first kiss. I loved you at sixteen. And I’m standing before you aged eighteen years old, and I love you.”

And this, you knew for sure: Peter Parker would always be part of you. He would always be yours.

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