I Have This Idea Sjndjs (^^)

i have this idea sjndjs (^^)

Maybe reader discovering that Peter is Spiderman when she is waiting for him in his room to do some school project and he enters through the window with cuts and bruises all over his body ¿ And is just alot of fluff and shy/cute Peter (i imagine this escenario with Andrew!Peter but i think it works for any other peter) :3

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: when it turns out your nerdy friend is the spiderman, you really think the school project is important anymore?

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, shy-ish peter, cuts and bruises, injuries from spiderman duties, just kinda cute :(

this is SO bad i apologise☹️

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 twenty-six minutes was how long you had been waiting. About 3/4 of that time was spent with your head buried in the palms of your hands, you had gotten bored of counting the seconds on your watch.

Your hair was spread across his desk, pens scattered randomly from flicking them away for a total of 20 minutes. The school project that required two people was flung on the floor at this point, the staple holding the pieces of paper together barely holding on.

To say Peter Parker was late would be an understatement.

Why would you have thought for one second that your friend would ever turn up on time; considering he had bailed way more than once in many situations. He had promised like tons of times before, yet leaving you alone in his small room to stare at the unfinished project by yourself.

Your fingers tapped on the hardwood desk in a rhythm, thoughts flowing on whether you should leave now or deal with a half-assed apology on Peter’s behalf. Whenever he returned, he would always seem tired, his body constantly yearning for the covers on his bed; only allowing you to feel awkward in the corner as his body would collapse dramatically onto his rickety bed.

The black, nearly empty, pen was held so loosely between your fingers; the object balancing slightly as it tapped continuously on the varnished desk. The tapping soon felt like a timer, a clock ticking down the time as if you were staring at one. You only allowed what your body wanted at this point, you had given up on control long before, about time to give your muscles a rest from hunching over for the loop of hours without Peter turning up.

Just as your eyelids fell to close, a loud bang on the fire escape window made your body jolt suddenly and fall off the chair. Peter’s head was lent against the window, breathing heavily with the glass steaming up under his pants.

Peter had yet to notice you, your body was no longer in eye line and led on the scruffy carpet. Your head perked up at the sound of Peter falling face first through the pushed up window, an outfit of bright blue and red causing your brows to furrow in his blur of motion. Grunts slipped from his lips as he tripped over the school bag he had dumped there hours before his Spiderman duties.

He hopped on one leg clumsily as he tore off the right, tight shoe of his suit; carelessly throwing the object against his wall to ultimately land on your head, a hollow sound racking through his bedroom. “Ow!” You mumbled as the bottom of the shoe smacked in the corner of your head.

Peter jumped in shock of someone else in the room, flying so high that he flipped onto the ceiling, hands and feet attached to the flaking roof. His head hung low and span around in search for the noise, eyes bearing down to see your body underneath a fallen chair and hair spread across the floor.

“Y/N?” Peter gasped, pointing to you with his mouth agape. “Peter?” You pointed back, mouth dropped open with a beaming smile coating your blushing cheeks.

His body fell to the floor with a thud and walked towards your tensed body with his shoe in your hand, flailing about. His feet sped up and ran towards your rising form from the floor, your hair messed up and skin glowing.

Peter’s face came up close to yours, his height towering over yours. His hands were shaking as they quickly lifted to your head, brushing down the ecstatic hair and collecting it behind your ears. “What? What- What are you?” He stumbled over his words and vigorously licked his lips, making the skin go raw.

Your breaths were heavy and your cheeks hurt from the hard smile dominating your emotions. “You’re- You’re-“ Your hands trailed down from his wrists and slid to the tears in his suit, casually ignoring the feeling of his toned abs under the tight a-tire.

His suit had three long tares in it, flesh ripped, blood dried and some not over his paling skin. His body seemed weak, falling into your feather light touch as his headache became more painful by the second.

“You’re hurt!” Your smiled dropped in an instant, attention switched to his physical state in comparison to your adoration that your best friend is the spiderman! “I’m fine, I’m fine.” The words were forced out, pain swelling in the waving sound of his voice.

“Peter, please.” You muttered, moving your hands to his pale cheeks. Small cuts and bruises scattered all over his beautiful face.

His eyes looked into yours, eyelids hooded and sniffles sounding from his running nose. Peter’s lips wobbled with sobs begging to release, a state of vulnerability so close to the edge that he began to lose himself in the attention of you.

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“So you’re telling me that you fought an actual Lizard?”

“The Lizard was actually that, oh god, remember him? The- the scientist guy from Oscorp!” Peter laughed with his forehead pressed against yours, bandages now secured onto his wounds and an ice pack pressed firmly onto the back of his head.

Adorable laughs slipped from your lips, body hunching over doing so. Peter’s hand were wrapped around your own, the warmth seeping onto your skin, sending butterflies throughout your body. Peter shook his head against your own, noses bumping together along with both of your glowing red cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N” Peter whispered, breathe mingling with your own; lips so close to touching but a feeling of distance between you both. “Could say the same about you, Spiderman.” You giggled before moving closer to him.

Your lips were brushing against Peter’s, bodies pressed together and hands entangled together. His lips collapsed on yours, the connection slow and passionate. His hands slipped to your face, stroking your cheekbone so delicately; afraid of seeing you break under any of his pressure. The feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth made you gasp, his body leaning over yours slightly, himself smirking into the heated kiss.

He pulled away quickly, “We-we, uh, we need to do that school project.”

Your shook your head, “Screw homework, you’re Spiderman!” And then pulled him down on top of you to rest your head on his pillows, Peter hovering over you; giddy that he finally scored the girl of his dreams.

this is so so so bad i’m so sorry FORGIVE ME

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DECEMBER 2021.

Over the past year, I’ve had the honour to meet some amazing people on this website. You’ve all been so incredible in hyping up my own stories, and I’m constantly aware that I’m not the best at sitting down to read myself. Here’s to attempting to fix that!

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hi love!! Angst prompt with Peter ❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜ where after everything that’s happened Peter has become cold and emotionless, and reader tries everything to make him happy but one day he snaps at reader and realises what he’s done??

he’s lost so much at his age. usually kids have decades with their parents to make memories that will last a lifetime. but not peter. everyone has been taken away from him. his parents, ben, tony, may, ned, mj… everyone he loved and cared about, gone. all he could feel was grief.

he would go to peter pan’s donut shop just to sit and watch as his friends lived their day to day lives without him. he always ordered a small coffee and would linger in the shop until his drink was too cold to enjoy. peter thought it would make him feel better to at least see his friends, or maybe talk to mj for a few moments while he ordered. but she caught on to his daily routine and started having his small coffee ready for him before he could have the chance to talk to her, cutting out the need for conversation. then he’d walk home with his head hanging low and his heart tearing to pieces all over again. as much as peter loved seeing his friends, he still felt empty in their presence. and it became too much to bear, so he stopped going.

the loss was affecting every aspect of his life, especially school. his locker had been assigned to someone else. another student sat in his usual seat, making him resort to one at the back of the class. even flash stopped bothering him. perhaps there was a plus side to this curse. he sat alone at the lunch table, if he even made it to lunch. he’d usually find an empty classroom and wait until the period ended before heading to his next class.

he broke down one day. a teacher heard him sobbing as she walked by the empty room he was finding refuge in. peter didn’t bother to try and suppress his emotions, not even when he had been caught. he was grateful that he was sent to the guidance counselor, where he cried until he couldn’t anymore. the school offered to call someone for him, which made him feel like a kid again, waiting for his aunt to pick him when he felt sick. out of habit he started reciting may’s number, but gave up halfway through. peter wiped his eyes and thanked the counselor for the much needed therapy before walking out. he dropped out that day.

if peter was honest he didn’t have a plan. he was an orphan now, and had lost access to may’s apartment after she died. he had no money, but luckily section 8 was covering the rent for his new place and gave him food stamps. he had no desire to go to MIT anymore. he didn’t want to bump into ned and mj at school and pretend it was the first time they were meeting. he couldn’t act as if they didn’t have years of memories together. he didn’t even patrol anymore. his other life was the reason he lost everything in the first place.

as the weeks went by he couldn’t feel anything anymore. no heartache, no grief, no pain. how could he be sad that he lost his loved ones when they never knew he existed?

through it all he almost forgot that he had a girlfriend. one that was still around, still remembered him and loved him. but she wasn’t enough, no matter how much peter wanted her to be. when they weren’t together she would call and text throughout the day to check on him, but peter could never bring himself to respond. she lost track of how many times her messages went unanswered. on the days she didn’t work she would stay with peter and help as much as she could. his apartment could never stay clean, despite his lack of energy to get out of bed most days, so she would tidy the place up and cook for him often. peter didn’t ask her to clean up his mess for him, but she didn’t mind. she knew he needed the help. it was a routine for her now; come over, clean, cook and lay with him until it was time to retreat back to her place. peter felt selfish that he was so useless his girlfriend had to take care of him. he was grateful, nonetheless. he appreciated her efforts to cheer him up, but nothing could make up for what he had lost. y/n allowed peter some time to feel his losses, but she was determined to get him back on his feet.

she successfully got him out of the small apartment and into the real world. he was hit with a cold gust of wind and it woke him up. he felt like he had been sleeping, functioning on autopilot for the last…he wasn’t sure how long. she didn’t want to push him too hard so they just walked around the block a few times. christmas was coming in two weeks. decorations were displayed on every window and peter took his time looking at every one of them. for a moment everything felt normal. it was nice to go outside. with her small victory y/n decided to push a bit more, getting peter to start cooking and cleaning for himself again. it’s the small things that matter.

peter started saying “i love you” again. he never lost his feelings for her, he was just too clouded in his own despair to feel anything else.

today was a particularly hard day for him. it was a few days before christmas and he had no family to spend in with. he had her of course, but without may the holiday felt pointless.

“let’s go see the tree tonight”, she offers. it was one of peter’s favorite parts about the holiday season. the whole idea was kind of ridiculous- freezing his ass off to look at a tree… there was something charming about it, though.

peter shakes his head. “i don’t know. i’m not really feeling up to it right now”, he admits. like every day for the last few weeks all he wanted to do was lay in bed.

y/n sits up on the bed and faces him, “oh come on, you love going to see the tree! we can even get hot chocolate on the way to keep us warm”. she knows it will be good for him get out of the apartment again, especially to see the tree she knows he loves so much.

peter glances at her. “i said i don’t want to”, he deadpans. y/n reaches for his hand, but peter twists it out of her hold. he just wanted to be left alone.

“peter”, her voice is soft, she’s hurt. he ignores her, getting up and walking aimlessly into his small kitchen. y/n is slow to get up, but she follows him. “did i do something?”, she asks hesitantly. peter sucks his teeth and curses under his breath.

“can you just get away from me?”. his blood is boiling and he doesn’t have enough self control to realize he’s being irrational. she stops in her tracks, not wanting to upset him further by getting too close.

“whatever i did, i’m sorry”. her voice is quiet, she’s almost afraid of him. “we don’t have to go. i offered because i just want to see you smile again”, she sighs defeatedly. y/n knew it would take some time for him to adjust to his new life, but she didn’t realize just how empty he had been feeling despite her efforts to help.

peter lets out a laugh, the first one he’s had in a long time. it’s a ridiculous request. “what the fuck do i have to smile about?”. she flinches at his harsh tone. peter has never cursed directly at her before. if they ever got into an argument he would always cautious to treat her with respect, no matter the circumstance.

“please don’t raise your voice at me”. her bottom lip wobbles. “i want you to be okay”, she whispers.

peter furrows his brows. “be okay? how can i possibly be okay?”. the boy is yelling now, with no regard for how loud he’s being. y/n can’t help but fear what the neighbors might think. “can’t you see how shitty my life is?!”. the veins along his arms protrude as he squeezes his fists. peter isn't much of a screamer, voice already strained.

she cries. “i’m just trying to help”. everything she had done for him was out of love. he needs someone to show him he hasn't been forgotten. peter's just too stubborn to realize it.

“what could you possibly help me with? bringing back my dead parents? how about tony? may?”. peter doesn’t let up, even as y/n begins to beg for him to lower his voice. “why don’t you tell my best friends that i had a wizard cast a magical spell to make everyone forget about me!?”. she cowers back. she couldn’t believe what was happening.

surely peter was going to come to his senses. he didn’t really mean to take this out on her, right?

peter takes a deep breath and runs his hand over his face. for a few moments it’s quiet. peter’s chest rises and falls quickly from his adrenaline. he fills a glass with water and gulps down most of it to soothe the burning sensation in his throat. y/n is relieved peter had stopped yelling. she didn’t know how much more she could take.

“you know what? why don’t you do me a favor…”, peter starts. it gives her chills at how calm he is compared to a few moments ago. he sets the glass on the counter before speaking again. “get the hell out and forget about me. just like everyone else”. his tone is cold and it pierces through her harder than his previous one.

y/n can’t begin to fathom what peter is thinking. her only intention is to make peter feel whole again. she knows it won’t be an easy journey, but it’s one she is willing to take with him. y/n knows peter has tried his best to move on with his life and she’s proud of him for being so strong. she’ll wait forever if that’s how long it takes. and although it breaks her heart to hear peter’s demand, she doesn’t fight him. if he needs to push her away in order to find himself then she’ll let him. she can’t blame him. there’s no right way to heal.

“if that’s what you want”, she whispers. tears slip past her cheeks as she silently starts to collect her belongings. if he wants her to truly feel like he doesn’t exist she needs to make sure there isn’t a trace of her left behind.

peter grips the edge of the counter. it was so odd to suddenly feel so angry after weeks of feeling nothing. he should feel guilt and shame, but all he feels is rage. he doesn’t stop her when she puts her coat on and even averts his gaze as she walks by him. y/n bites the inside of her cheek to suppress a sob as turns the bronze handle. she steps out into the hallway, resisting the urge to look at him one last time. she wants to say she loves him, but even that is too painful.

before she can fully close the door, peter grips the half empty glass of water and throws it against the wall. the force shatters the glass into thousands of microscopic pieces. her instincts almost make her run back into the apartment, but she stands in the hallway. frozen. unable to do anything except replay his verbal assault in her head.

she doesn’t know what this means for them. y/n has hope that he still loves her and that he was just saying things out of anger, not genuinely meaning his request to forget about him. still, she didn’t deserve it. she understands he’s in pain, but it will take a lot of apologizing for her to forgive him. she won’t be able to for a while. peter isn’t okay and she has to distance herself from his destructive behavior. so that’s what she does.

peter can’t even bring himself to cry. he doesn’t have the energy to scream or break everything in sight, no matter how much his brain is begging for him to. he wants to feel something, anything…but he can’t. peter didn’t mean a word he said to her. she was the only person he had left and he had blamed her for all of the shitty things that had happened in his life. it wasn’t fair. but he needs to figure things out so he can be a better person. he needs to feel. peter sinks down against the door, letting the weight of his actions sink in. now he had truly lost everyone.

he was alone.

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