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🏹 For prompt #20 because it’s perfect for tasm!peter. Spin that wheel, sweets!

prompt #20 + partners in crime!

"This date is so boring!" you said, almost whining.

"This is not a date, we're breaking into a museum," Peter hissed, though he seemed to rethink his choice of words. "Well, not breaking in. That'd imply we're also breaking the law. We're just sneaking in to stop a thief."

"That's still breaking in," you pointed out, enjoying how riled up he got. "No offense but fighting crime at our three months anniversary? I'd say your dating skills are getting rusty."

He scoffed. "My dating skills must be excellent 'cause I'm dating you."

You blinked. "Peter, how are you sweet even when you're angry?"

"Shush!" he said, blushing profusely. "See those silhouettes? They are the ones I'm after. Just stay quiet, stay alert—"

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard And they're like, it's better than yours.

"...what the fuck," Peter finished, recognizing the song was coming from your pocket.

Gulping, you took out your phone and declined the call from your best friend. All your hopes that it wasn't as loud as it seemed went right out the window when the shadows started getting closer and closer.

"Why didn't you leave your phone outside?" Peter whispered urgently. "And what even is your ringtone—"

"I would like to point out that it's a very cool ringtone," you answered promptly.

"That's not even—!"

The door opened then, and a man in a ski mask took in the unexpected view of a couple fighting inside the broom closet.

"Uh, boss?" he called over his shoulder. "You might want to check this out."

Uh oh.

"Well, time to do some Spideying," Peter said, fixing his mask. "Don't burn down the museum while I'm gone."

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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summary: when peter finds himself in another universe like his, he never expects a pretty girl on the other side to completely throw him off.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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STOP BECAUSE HIS SMILE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY </3

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, flustered peter, cute lil moments and that’s kind of it? let me know if i missed any :)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 in a dark alleyway, breathing laboured as he had been swinging for the past thirty minutes out of boredom. The thump of his feet hitting the ground from a high level echoed down the empty area, not another presence apart from rats scurrying around, savaging for leftover foods.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath with his hands on his knees bent over. Peter swallowed hardly, pushing himself up as he realised he owed Aunt May a new box of eggs after smashing the last.

His feet began to carry him away before a glowing light appeared in the corner of his eye. His spidey sense was going wild, increasing Peter’s curiosity as the more he turned his head to the glow; the more his spidey sense tingled.

“Peter! Peter” He heard his name called. He tilted his head to the side as the ominous glow spiralled into a circle, a clear new setting growing in the middle. Peter furrowed his brows behind the mask and looked around, wondering if this was meant for someone else. When no one seemed to respond to the people waving to him in the glow, Peter took it upon himself to retreat towards the mystery.

The closer he moved to the other side of the spiral, the more these people encouraged him. Peter had never met these people in his life so how on earth did they know his identity?

As Peter edged nearer to the entrance, he noticed the lookalike teenagers panic and take multiple hurried steps back. His curiosity got the better of him as he leaped into the separate setting and earning screams from everyone in the room at his presence.

Peter’s hands waved around trying to tell the people that he was harmless and only their friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. He tried waving at the four in the room, claiming everything is okay while a pillow was thrown at his stomach by a screaming older lady.

His hand raised to the top of his mask and ripped it off on one movement before his eyes scanned the room. The lady who had thrown the pillow had sprinted to the bottom of the stairs, the only boy (excluding Peter) was standing behind the table with his hands out like he was casting a spell. Peter’s eyes drifted to a young, possibly teenage girl stood behind a defensive arm, holding the most confused expression ever. There was a person standing infront of her, like the teenager needed protecting. His eyes travelled up the arm as then landed on you- Oh my God, you.

You were so beautiful. Your hair was falling from the clip secured loosely at the back of you head, locks of hair poking out the top. Your face looked concerned. Your eyebrows were scrunched slightly and your lips were twitched up and apart, showing your teeth which Peter knew you had a gorgeous smile. Peter admired the way your cheeks were flushed a light pink colour when he tore off his mask. His instant favourite part of you were your eyes. He noticed how they softened when you noticed the lack of danger in the room, your lashes adding another layer of beauty to your already perfect face.

“Who are you?” MJ pointed an excusing finger from behind your dominating form at the stranger who jumped through Dr Strange’s portal-magic thing? Peter’s gaze was still on your, “My name’s Peter Parker.” He said slowly, making sure everyone (mainly you but…) hung onto his words and processed them.

MJ looked up to your face, yours still looking at him. “That’s not possible!” She whispered harshly into your ear, making you snap out of your glare from the man.

Peter held his mask in his sweaty palms and lifted both to indicate his face, “I am the Spiderman from my world but yesterday,” His eyes widened and began tripping up on his words at attempts to explain infront of you. “I was just here!” He spoke with uncertainty and began to walk from his stationary spot in the room.

The three of you looked at each other as ‘Peter’ admired the room, gasps leaving his mouth as the house seemed to surprise him more than anything. “Multiverse theory?” He questioned, looking at you mainly. You muttered out a small yes and nodded your head rapidly as he fist pumped the air, letting out a small “I knew it!”

Ned tapped your shoulder and the three of you leaned in, “This has to be because of the spell!” He voice wandered. A hand on your back startled you before you felt Peter lean himself over you, his head hovering above your shoulder. “The spell?” He spoke with glee right next to your face. A beaming smile spread across his face, “A magic spell?” He smiled, feeling a softening glare from you.

Ned and MJ were quick to shake their heads as their voices overlapped one and other, “What spell? There was no spell!”. His excited demure tapped his fingers on your back, “There’s magic here too?” You felt his breath tingle on your cheek as small giggles fell from his lips.

MJ tugged your body back with a pull of your wrist, feeling Peter’s warm touch slip from your back and seeing his smile drop. “Prove it.” She spoke strongly, keeping your wrist in a tight hold. “Prove to us that you’re Spiderman, Peter Parker.”

The man tapped the sides of his suit, “I don’t carry an ID with me, kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing?” His nose scrunched in confusion.

MJ used the hand not holding you to pick up the piece of bread you had raised to your mouth, about to happily eat, to throw at the man in front of you. The bread tapped his chest and did zero harm physically or mentally to the man. His lips upturned and his shoulders shrugged, “Why did you do that?”

Her hand was held up in front of her in a pathetic defence. “She’s trying to see if you have the tingle thing.” You said for the furious girl beside you, thinking some man is trying to imitate her boyfriend.

Peter’s eyes snapped to yours as he heard your angelic voice for the first time, the sigh in your tone made Peter want to grab your face and kiss you so passionately (even though he’s just met you, he knows true love when he sees it.)

He swallowed down his inner voice and said “Yes, I have the tingle thing; just not for bread.” MJ wasn’t convinced.

MJ’s hand snatched to grab another piece and lifted it high in the air. “Can- can you not throw the bread again?” Peter said with confusion laced in his voice. “You’re a deeply mistrusting person,” He raised his hands and he backed away. “And I respect that.” He confessed before he jumped up and stuck his hand on the ceiling.

His legs and one arm holding his mask dangled, his eyes meeting yours and sending a subtle wink your way. Why were you blushing? MJ’s fingers pointed around the ceiling as a odd looking scowl was imprinted on her face. “Crawl around.”

“Crawl around?” He sounded almost offended. His eyes broke from yours as he shook his head with a certain, “No.”

“Yes. Crawl around.” MJ stood her ground.

“Why do I need to crawl around?”

“Because it’s not enough!”

“This is plenty.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“Nuh uh!”

“It is.”

Peter groaned, “How do I stick to the ceiling?” He squinted his eyes before another piece of bread was thrown at his chest, earning a small laugh from your beside the bickering teenager.

Ned’s grandmother tapped you on the shoulder and explained in the easiest way possible for you, “Ned’s grandma asked if you could get that cobweb in the corner there?” You asked on behalf of her with a scrunched nose, looking at the attractive man holding a face of ‘I’m done’ hanging from the ceiling.

Peter obliged to your words almost instantly as he stuffed his mask to hold in his teeth, as he lifted his body to be on all fours on the ceiling. Ned and MJ glanced at each other as he followed your rules easily and not theirs, both confused on his beg for attention from you.

He cleared the cobweb after a heartless ‘Thank you’ from Ned’s mum. Peter detached himself from the ceiling and landed on the floor directly in front of you.

His chest was close to yours and so were your faces. Your noses nudged slightly as his tall figure leaned over yours, the smile hidden behind his grip on the mask reflected your own. Tension swarmed the two of you as his hand brushed your own ever so slightly.

The unknown moment between the two of you was interrupted at both of your heads snapped towards the new voice in the room. “Wait a minute, he’s not your friend…” The new Peter looked questionably at your Peter.

A newfound silence flooded the room as the two practically had a stare off before they both webbed at each other and swiftly landed on the kitchen island.

Your Peter hopped off the counter and stood by your side, coming shoulder to shoulder with you as the two of you unintentionally blocked out most of new Peter’s words.

Your Peter’s hand grazed your fingers and lightly touched them in an invitation to hold. You opened your hand and felt his warm palm slip into yours. A smile tugged on your face at the heat rising to your prominent cheeks. Sending a teasing smile MJ’s way as she winked at Peter’s height against yours, holding your hand.

A goofy smile spread across Peter’s lips as he held hands with the pretty girl he would soon become more with.

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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

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summary: less than five minutes into this new multiverse, you’ve already decided: you hate peter 3.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader (with spidey powers)

I WENT CRAZY WITH THIS ONE IM SORRY ITS LONGER DJDNDJS BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA

warnings: enemies to lovers, small angst but not really, swearing, bickering type talk? you and peter being in love for 3K words and refusing to admit it ;)

also, i made scorpion the villain from your universe in this one because i thought it would be cool hahaha

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 up in an entirely new universe with two Peter Parker’s staring at you as you fell face-first through a glowy portal thing, you will never know.

You had previously been running down the stairs, one web shooter bust and mask held in your hands. Multiple cuts sported your face as you had hurriedly jogged down the stairs, away from Scorpion as his poisonous gas flooded the top floor of the building. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, head extended back to the horror as your feet moved themselves. So when a portal came in your way, your foot tripped over rubble and sent your body flying face-first into the new dimension.

Your body landed with a thud as the momentum of your run has send you skidding across the floor until your head came in contact with someone’s foot. Your features were pressed against the floor, your nose squished under the weight, and dust catching on your cheeks and suit.

The room fell into an awkward silence, all eyes on your limp body at the bottom of Peter’s feet. You heard a soft tapping which you assumed was on someone’s shoulder, sound picking up a supposedly teenage boy's voice asking, “Is she okay?” in a hushed tone.

One of your hands twitched into a thumbs-up as the rest of your body stayed stationary, flat on the floor. “I’m okay.” Your mumbled voice against the hardwood floor made every react with a nod of the head and small breaths of relief.

An older voice spoke up with a more relieved tone, “She’s okay.” It sounded like he was saying to himself more than anyone. Multiple nudges on your forehead released a groan from you as the person continued to lift the foot your head was lent against.

“You wanna get off me or?” Said an irritated voice as they stayed persistent on moving you from the floor. Your hands slammed on the floor, up to your shoulder level as you pushed your chest and head up from the cool wood.

“Alright, alright.” Your voice grew harsh and irritated as you blinked the humiliation and dust from your eyes, letting them focus on the room around you. It looked homely, a floral pattern placed delicately on the circle table and cushioned chairs surrounding it, some pushed further away than others. Your eyes wandered to the dresser filled with antiques put there for attention, an open conversation started for newcomers in the house.

A cough was sounded above you, “We don’t have all day, alright. Who are you?”. Hesitantly, you slid your feet up to be flat on the floor and pushed your body weight up to stand up. Slightly lent to the side as your injured foot hobbled higher from the floor.

“Calm down, Spidey.” You cleared your throat as you looked down at his Spiderman suit-clad in his body, lack of mask and messed up hair. “I’m Y/N and obviously,” You gestured down to your suit, different from the one in front of you. It was black and white with subtle hints of pink underneath the arms, a hood resting on the top of your back. “Spiderwoman.”

The man in front of you furrowed his brows and took in your appearance. He couldn’t lie and say you weren’t beautiful because anyone would know he was lying, but you really were taking your sweet time from stopping their plan on helping the multiverse. “You’re- you’re a Spiderwoman?” He wheezed slightly, tripping on his words as your eyes landed on him.

Shrugging your shoulders nonchalant, “Yeah, I’m Spiderwoman.” You licked your lips from drying and squinted your eyes at the question man. “Prove it.” He repeated an accusation he had been through only moments before you arrived, skeptical on your truth.

Rolling your eyes, your hands found home on your hips as you leaned on your good foot. “I’m not gunna prove anything.” You shut your eyes for longer and let your nose scrunch your in offense at his lack of trust.

He tucked his lips into a pout, “Means your not Spiderwoman.” And began to turn away until he felt his hand tug away from its resting position, hanging beside him to attach onto the kitchen counter with a handful of webs. His accusing demure broke as he stared at the webs in awe, mouth agape as his eyebrows lowered back to normal.

All eyes fell on you as everyone in the room noticed your right hand lifted with a web shooter attached to the wrist, the one on your left smashed, and webs falling from the wires poking out. A breath of shock tumbled from the tall man’s lips, eyes blinking repeatedly as they switched from his hand stuck to the counter and you holding your wrist out.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” A figure jumped up and down beside you, shaking you out of the stare-off. The teenage boy slowly came to a stop and swallowed at your furrowed brows and upturned face looking at him. He cleared his throat, “I’m Ned,” He stuck out a hand for you to shake, obliging and taking his hand into yours.

Ned took a step back and held his hand out to the girl, “This is MJ, over here is Peter and…” His eyes moved to the guy tugging his hand out of the webs, pulling his whole body weight back as his hand refused to budge from its tight lock of the kitchen counter. “And that is Peter.”

You looked over to him and pointed your hands at the two Peter’s. “Two Peter’s?” Ned waved his hand and raised a brow to you, “Multiverse.” You nodded your head in approval and dragged out an impressive ‘oh’.

A gasp and smash could be heard as you introduced yourself to everyone in the room, a shout yelling from the mess “What did you put in these webs?”

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“𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 in a high school science lab?” You questioned as you limped your way through the double doors. The Peter from earlier walked in front of you, hitting your shoulder slightly. “Maybe if you listened, you would know.” He shrugged, smiling as he knew it would get on your nerves.

You stopped a few feet into the lab and scoffed at Peter as walked ahead and put on a lab coat. He brushed his hair back and offered out a spare lab coat to you with a teasing smile etched onto his face; squinting your eyes with a deadpan face, you slapped the object out of his hand and walked ahead missing the man’s flirtatious grin.

Peter (what turned out the next this universes Peter) dropped five objects on the table with everyone gathered around it, annoying Peter coming shoulder to shoulder with you.

“Okay, so Conners, Marko, Dylan, Max, and Mac.” He listed all the villains yet to face. “Uh, I can repair the devices for Dylan and Marko but the others…”

Annoying Peter (you had currently named him) peered over your shoulder and let his voice boom into your ear, “I’ve got Conner, I’ve already cured him once so no big deal.” He flipped the object in his hand and smirked in your direction, hoping you’d be impressed with his duty.

What he got in return was everyone looking at him, words struggling to come out of their mouth as they didn’t know what to respond with. “What? It’s no big deal.” He skipped away to a spot on the tables, the squeaking of his shoes sounding on the clean floor.

“Alright, who’s got Mac?” Original Peter said. Your head perked up at the name. You had fought him before many times, but never once had you actually beaten him. Breathing in all your fears, you raised your hand awkwardly. “I’ve got him, I guess?”

The Peter opposite you, who looked a little older, eyes flooded with worry and straighten his posture looking at you. “Are you sure? I can try and do it if you don’t want to.” He begged for you not to do it, he knew Mac’s power and was afraid of seeing you or anyone in pain.

You shook your head and took a couple of steps back, holding the bottle for the antiserum in your hands. “Yeah, no it’s fine. I mean, I’ve beaten him before.” You lied straight through your teeth, “Nothing I can’t do.” You sent a convincing smile in Peter’s way, watching them nod hesitatingly and moving their focus back to the remaining villains.

The Peter who had started on Conner’s cure, lifted his head at the presence joining him. When he saw it was you, he couldn’t help but poke. “Who’ve you got?” He leaned forwards.

You slumped into a spare chair and dumped the bottle on the higher science tables. “Stupid Mac.” You mumbled before leaning your head on the desk, hearing Peter’s laughter erupt in your ears. “You got stuck with Scorpion!” He wheezed as his hand smacked onto the table repeatedly from the uncontrollable amount of degradation he stocked up just for you. Groaning, you let out a quiet-loud ‘Shut up’ which did nothing against his cackles.

A couple of minutes later, everyone had fallen into silence as each and everyone’s attention was devoted to the object in front of themselves. You had been working on Mac’s at a considerably slower pace, mind stuck on what his weakness could consist of. Just as you had thought of an idea, your thought process was interrupted was a loud yell of protest and the scraping of the chair pushed back.

You looked to your side to see Peter 3 (the new nickname you had thought of) running his hands through his hair in frustration. Peter 2 looked at him in a humorous offense, “Do you mind?“ He shook his head in sass. A smile grew on your face and decided to tag along, “Yeah, what Peter 2 said!”

Peter 3’s head perked up to the sweet sound of your voice and scooted his way over to you, holding a newfound smirk on his face. “What, am I your Peter 1?” He winked at your fake flirtatious face. Giggling in a way he thought was for him, you looked through your lashes at him. “Actually you’re my Peter 3.”

His face creased at the number and leaned in a little more, “And why am I three?”. You bit your lip to stop a horrendous laugh from slipping out and you whispered, “Because you’re my least favourite.”

Peter 3’s face dropped at your words before you burst out laughing. He grumpily scooted his way back to working with a scorching red face hearing your laughs at his humiliation. “Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. So funny.” He looked ahead to see Peter and his girlfriend touching heads to distract himself from your laughter.

A nudge on his left made his turn in that direction, coming face to face with Peter 2 smirking and nodding his head subtly in your direction. This only increased Peter’s blush as he realized someone had found out about why he was so direct with you. “What about your MJ?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 you stood around on the Statue of Liberty, waiting around for your fellow foes to turn up. You sat on the edge of the scaffolding, letting the wind blow naturally into your hair as your legs kicked back and forth, patiently waiting for your worst fear to arrive.

Peter 3 noticed your lack of enthusiasm compared to the rest. He saw the way your face was just stared into the distance with a locked jaw and stern look, chest heaving up and down every second. His eyes cast down to your foot covered but your suit. There was a white bandage even over the Spiderwoman outfit, the fabric wrapped tightly over the assumed injury as your foot barely moved in comparison to the other.

Clearing his throat caught your attention as he pointed to your foot, “So uh, how’d you hurt it?” He said in a hushed tone. A sigh left your lips and you lifted the injury to your eyesight. “Scorpion did.” Peter’s eyes softened at your voice wavering at the mention of that name.

“Yeah, that son of bitch yanked it completely out of its socket and has forever seen it as a weak spot, so he constantly aims for it and that’s why it still hurts today.” You rambled, a small and effortless breathy laugh leaving your lips. “And that happened four years ago.” A frown tried to grow on your face.

Peter looked at you with raised brows and mask twiddled in his hands as he struggled on a response. You wanted to smack yourself on the head as you felt you made him uncomfortable, sharing too much which would now run him away.

“I say you do the same to him.” His voice alerted your spider senses as his response shocked you. “What?”

“I say you pull his fucking knee out of something, give him a taste of his own medicine!” He laughed, eyes adored to yours as you felt yourself slipping into his conversation. A wide smile reciprocated onto your face.

“Pull his knee out?” A laugh of disbelief stuck onto your face as Peter stood up to your level. “Well yeah! Maybe not exactly what I say but- beat the asshole up!” His eyes stared into yours as he came closer to you. You repeated his words in a mantra as he nodded along, feeling your breath tickle his face.

Your words came to a stop as the thick tension between you two took both by surprise. Peter felt himself leaning in before Peter 1 yelled out that they were here. “Oh fuck.” You unconsciously mumbled as the storm cloud grew darker by the second.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 sound of his suit clicking against the scaffolding sent shivers down your spine. The overcoming noise of his taunting laughter creeping up behind you made your spidey senses go wild, your own subconscious warning you of what is about to go down.

“Long time no see, Y/N” His voice rose. Wasting no time, you followed your instincts and sent a ruthless kick into his face; sending the man backward and hitting his spine on a pole. The face hidden behind the horror of his mask turned angry within a second, pure evil imprinting his features. “Alright, Spiderwoman. If that’s how we are gonna do it.” His form leaped towards yours as his tail laced with poison edged the side of your face, yourself jumping back in time to land with a pose.

You tried Peter’s words, you had gone to beat the absolute shit out of him so many times now. Your body grew tired, less quick to avoid hits and snaps of his suit.

Scorpion jumped to the scaffolding above you and slid his tail down to trip up your bad foot, stabbing the back of your neck. Your body smacking the thin plank of wood as your hand gripped the place you had just been stabbed, green oozed from the wound as it slid through the gaps of your fingers.

Your body begged to hold on, mind already falling into a state of the unconscious as you crawled your way away from the hovering horror smiling devilishly at you. The smile pressed on his face was filled with nothing but pride, after so many years of constant back and forth fighting; one had finally won.

No sympathy was shared for you as he forced your body to move further to the edge of the scaffolding, the wind growing thicker the closer the free space reached you.

Mac tutted as he looked at your sleepy state, eyes falling shut and body growing limp. “It’s a shame,” His suit-clad hands rested on your shoulders. “You were my favourite.” That was all he said before you fell completely unconscious and his hands pushed your body off the scaffolding.

Your body fell in zero efforts of being saved. Your conscience didn’t allow you to feel fear or pain, it only lets you accept the fate of losing against him. You looked so calm, no worry spread on your beautiful features as your body fell to its impending death. It's a shame, really. How you never got to see the defeat of Scorpion. But the world works in mysterious way and seems to love to watch people suffer.

You were so close to death, before a pair of muscled arms caught around your waist and pulled into a tight embrace.

Peter’s hands were shaking as he held your unconscious body in bridal style. He settled himself to his knees as he could lay your body comfortably in his lap for when (he wished) you awoke.

His hand was holding the back of your head and the other brushed the hair from your face, admiring your true beauty in the state of all vulnerable. “Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Peter whispered to you in hopes of a response, gripping you so tightly, he was afraid you would break.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up for me. Please” He voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes watching your body do absolutely nothing to help yourself. From the amount of time he knew you, he knew you were a fighter. You were one to not back away from a fight, one to hold on even at their worst. So why were you not waking up?

“Y/N?” Tears ricochet down his pale face, eyes now red from holding back the waterworks. His hands shook your body desperately, holding your face to look at his in begs of response. Your face was so cold, with no sign of life reflecting in your features. A sob racked through Peter’s body, his forehead held against yours as his face creased in pain. He couldn’t bear to lose you, you were already so much to him.

He never got to admit the way his heart raced when you first fell through the portal. Or the way his throat dried when you webbed him to the kitchen counter. Or the way he wanted to kiss you so badly in the lab to shut up your laughs at him.

“Crying over me, Parker?”

His head snapped up as he looked at your weak smile, eyes sleepy when you lifted your hand to caress his tear-stained cheek. “No, no. No, I was not.” He denied, leaning into your cold, suit-covered hand.

You nodded in fake approval, “I’m gone for, what? Two minutes and you’re already crying?” Your body grew more awake, staying into Peter’s arms as his touch did so much for your adrenaline.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, resting his forehead back on yours. “I think it’s sweet, really.” You stared into your eyes. Lips brushed yours as grins were sketched across both of your faces.

Peter lent down and attached his lips to yours. Your other hand raised onto his cheek, rubbing your thumbs on his cheekbones and his lips molded with yours. The grip on your waist tightens as he tugged your body up to be against his, chests against each other and hands tugging on hairs.

Both of you pulled away breathless. Hands playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, Peter smoothing his against the small of your back.

“Do we like… hold hands now?” You whispered against his lips brushing with yours. Before he replied with a simple ‘shut up’ and attached his lips feverishly onto yours again.

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question for “𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋”: what would you like to see in part two? (let me know and i will probably put it in there and give credits at the end, i just want you guys to like it lmao)

andrew!peter parker friends to lovers: one bed and two friends trope coming tonight ;))

let me know if you want to be tagged (if you have asked, you’re already added but feel free to remind me lmao)

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: one bed, two friends. do i have to explain?

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andrew!peter parker x reader

or could be tom!peter parker x reader :))

(up for interpretation)

warnings: fluff, little bit spicy ;)), friends to lovers, you and peter being cuties omg, lots of swearing, one bed wink wink? adorable-ness, kissing, PETERS A HUGGER OKAY

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃. Of course Aunt May noticed. The woman raised Peter for the majority of his life, she knew the kid like the back of her hand. Peter was never one to tell secrets to people, he was more of a reserved person; so when one day he ran home at the age of 9 screaming he was in love with the girl who spared him a rubber in Science, the woman was shocked.

That day, he had rambled for an ongoing 26 minutes before May had asked for the name in question. Peter let it slip without thinking of the continuous teasing May would give her nephew for years to come, he was so lost in the art that was you that none of that mattered, not one bit.

Four days after he first fell in love with you, he sucked up his fears and spoke to you once again. He sat behind you in Maths, his head forever buried in the desk to block out your refreshing scent in worry he would only fall more in love; if that was possible at this point.

He remembered that day so well, the day he wished he could redo. He had tapped your shoulder cautiously after ten minutes of procrastinating a simple act for attention. When your head turned to face him, all rehearsed lines Peter wanted to say to you had flown straight out of his head. His throat dried in an instant, eyes doe and cheeks burning with passion. He barely recollected that you had asked if he was okay, Peter’s heart thudded and nodded his head rapidly, feeling his hair bounce with the move.

He swallowed all that was worried and opened his mouth to politely ask: “Would you like to go for ice cream after school?” After many stutters interrupted his question. He remembers your smile so well, your dimples prominent as your cheeks grew rosy pink. You had nodded and agreed with zero hesitations.

Peter had run home, crashing into Aunt May as Peter sprinted through the house. May questioned his rush in concern, Peter responding with her name in mantra hoping she’d understand as he couldn’t not waste any time that wasn’t dedicated to you. After the day out, Peter went for the kiss. Only to be hugged.

Hugged! What the fuck! An embrace? An act of a friendly gesture! (That’s what WikiHow had told Peter anyway.) There was no chance Peter could have you now. So for the next 5 years of his life, you and Peter had been the definition of best friends; much to his dismay.

That’s where we end up now, present day: Peter sat in a booth with Gwen, the two of them peeking over the high rise chairs as the two glared at you laughing at something your douchebag date had said.

What a dickhead. Look at him, his perfect white teeth, that stupid red and white jersey hung over his shoulders, his perfectly curled hair all girls fawned over. Peter could do that, of course he could do that. So why didn’t you pick him? This guy; he’s a phony, an idiot, a stupid fucking- Wait are you wearing Peter’s sweater?

“Is she wearing your sweater?” Gwen had nudged him in time with his thoughts. Peter’s eyes stayed trained on you; how beautiful you were. You took his breath away even years later, you had that much of an effect on him. Every time you looked in his eyes, he wanted you in more ways than one; He wanted you to be in his arms, to feel all that was pleasurable because of him and no one else. And you in his sweater, God- He wanted you more than ever. That childhood crush grew into a more mature, desperate affectionate of lust for what was all of you.

“Peter?” Gwen’s voice snapped him from his mind running on passion. His chest heaving with small pants leaving his plump lips, “Yeah, she is.” A wide smile spread onto Gwen’s face, “So, she’s wearing your sweater on a date with another man?” She paused and looked at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide with joy. “And you’re still tell me she doesn’t feel the same?”

Peter rolled his eyes and slumped back into the seat, “No, Gwen, you say that and then I’m gonna get my hopes up!” His hands dragged down against his tired face, his words elongating into groans and sighs of helplessness. The blonde slid into her seat beside her best friend, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and he wailed on about the love of his life.

Her hand patted his back in mocking sympathy. “I say that and I’m true.” Her brows raised along with herself, she leaned her body over the chairs again to see how you were doing; only to find you long gone, date too, nowhere to be seen.

Her arms flapped around, hitting Peter rapidly as panic grew unsettlingly on her features. Peter’s head perked up at the limp hand whacking his cheekbone, a moan of pain and annoyance slipping from his mouth. “What? What?” His eyes settled on Gwen’s anxiety ridden face, reciprocating her actions and looking ahead to where her face concerns.

The two empty chairs sent a wave of sickness down Peter’s throat to land abruptly in his stomach. The usual questions ran through the overflowing mind of Peter Parker. Had she left with him? That guy couldn’t do shit to what Peter’s got. Had she fallen for his charms? Fall for my fucking charms, Y/N. Was he-

“Peter, Peter! The phone, the phone!” Gwen’s hands hurriedly searched through Peter’s backpack as she heard the all too well ‘Spiderman Theme Song’ play rather loudly and distorted on his smashed phone. His hands snatched the phone from Gwen’s hands, her face now beet red from the embarrassment of not herself, but her friend.

Peter didn’t have time to process who was calling as his mind was set on shutting off the theme song as many guests were already staring at the two panicking in the small booth. “Hello? Hello?” His voice cracked in humiliation from the sounds of uptight guests quietly chuckling away sipping their expensive ass wine, cutlery dug deeply into the meat they payed an entire Peter Parker wallet full for.

“Hey, Pete.” Your soft voice rung so angelically through his head. The sound of your sigh at the end sent Peter’s mind into a frenzy, a rapid shake of the head and squeezed shut eyes did the job of knocking it right out the other side. Gwen looked at Peter quizzically, wondering who was at the phone. All suspicions were confirmed when Peter did a love heart at his chest and a silent expression of puppy dog eyes before rushing to your response.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?” He snapped back into ‘best friend’ mode for you. Mind reeling from the status of The love of your life’s best friend!“Yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m okay.” You’re voice sounded uncertain, pitch waving as he recognised you did when you lie.

A sigh through your nose rung through the speaker of his phone. “That was a lie,” A breathy laugh fell from your shivering lips. “I’m not doing great, that date was a total bust. Mind swinging up?” Peter heart leaped in your want for him. You needed him, (more or less wanted him, but this is Peter’s mind remember again.) not that stupid jock. Him.

Gwen punched Peter’s shoulder to respond as her ear was pressed against the other side of the phone. “Yeah! Of course I’ll pick you up! Be right there!” Your brows furrowed, “But I didn’t say where I-“ Peter had unintentionally cut you off as he knew you were waiting outside, he was too lost in calls that were asking for him that he didn’t even process your words.

He was perched on top of the building, waiting a couple minutes as Gwen said to make the meeting look more natural than he was stalking you. He watched as you tapped your foot on the wet pavement, arms slithered around yourself as rain toppled down onto your beautiful physique, straightening your once curled hair. Your dress was soaked into your thighs, the temperature treating your thin black tights not so well.

After a long, suffering 30 seconds; Peter gave in and leaped down to your level, taking you by surprise and stumbling backwards before Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his chest. Your hands gripped into his shoulders, feeling the Spiderman suit fabric under your fingertips, slowly circling the bumps on the suit.

“That was quick,” You gasped as he not-so-subtly tugged your body closer to his, feeling his hips connect to yours as he mumbled some nonsense about that it was his ‘Peter tingle’. “Favour: I need to stay at yours tonight, Dad’s out and I’m not gunna lie, a little scared of staying on my own” The smile that made Peter swoon etched across your smooth skin, eyes dripping with love and hints for what he was oblivious to.

Peter’s hands smoothed across the small of your back, “That’s fine, Y/N. It’ll be a blast from the past.” You could practically see the expression he was holding behind the mask: eyes soft and lip between his teeth, cheeks red and eyebrows upturned.

The two of you swung back to the house you loved oh-so dearly, the place you found the most comfort at outside your own. Aunt May waddled out on hearing an arrival, a smirk hidden behind the fork full of food as she watched Peter walk on in with his hands glued to your waist.

“Hey lovers!” She spoke with a high pitched greet, watching with amusement as you and Peter spilt away from each other; Peter hitting into the painting and nearly knocking it off the wall. She giggled and put her fork down, “Sorry about that! You two look close, Y/N did you know that when Peter was 10, he planned out the whole wedding between you two-“

“May! Please!” Peter’s eyes widened, a thick layer of blush cover the two of you as May laughed on the spot. “Anyway,” He continued awkwardly. “Y/N’s staying here tonight so I’m gunna get the spare bed from the attic.” Peter said before making his way to the steps, only to be stopped by May’s arms and a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Beds no longer there, looks like your gonna have to share! See ya!” Was all that left her mouth before the ping of the microwave took top priority.

You and Peter stood there for a moment, unsure of how to actively say the their crush that they were willing to sleep together. Well, not together together! Just a mutual friend sleeping with friend, a normal hug session, it’s normal! Friends cuddle too, right?

And that’s where you two ended up, both led under the cover in Peter’s bed, on your backs and staring up to the ceiling with a good space between the two of you. It was so awkward. Peter had accidentally brushed against your hand an hour ago and was still a fumbling mess, eyes wide and body hot.

You struggled to get comfy. In actuality, all you wanted was Peter’s muscled arms wrapped around your waist; not wrapped around himself and his shaking body. You had opened your mouth to talk many times, yet nothing left your lips until now. “Hey, friends can share a bed and not be awkward.”

“Right.” Peter turned his head in your direction. “See we aren’t boning right now, we can handle it.” He shrugged along with you as the two of you mocked all your emotions.

“Right! Movies really can be deceiving!” You sounded almost offended.

“It’s so cliché! Like so what if I’m sharing the bed with the woman I love, that doesn’t mean we’re gunna start making out!”

“What?”

Out of the many time Peter had screwed up, this is the top of the list.

“You love me?” You voiced waved.

“No.” Peter panicked.

“So you don’t like me?”

“No.”

Peter’s eyes widened and freaked as he just said- it was all a big fucking mess.

“Okay, okay.” Peter turned his body to face you, hair spread against his pillow and lips chapped from bitting them nervously. Your eyes were blown and filled with what could only be described as hopeful, hopeful for what he let slip out.

Peter’s hand shakily moved a piece of your hair behind your ear and admired your beauty, afraid it would be his last.

“Y/N I love you. So much.”

“Every time I see you, I swear my heart stops. During these years with you nothing more than a best friend, felt like torture. I watched you fall for others which only made my heart yearn for you more, for your love. For your patience, for everything that was ever good about you, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. You’re so much to me, so much to Spiderman. I can’t believe I let you be my friend for this long when we know we’re much more than that, more than what the world allowed us.”

You felt yourself slipping into the depth of his words. Body catching on the passion poured into his words, hands caressing the love he held out for you to touch so delicately in his watch.

“Peter,” Your nose bumped against his. “I love you more than anything.” Was all he allowed to leave your lips before his caught your own. His hands soothed your cheeks as his lips moulded with your own. A kiss that could only be described as perfect, poetic almost; the love that smothered the passion was more than either could ask for, an act of love displayed for beautifully a director would be jealous. Peter poured his heart and soul into the palm of your hands, leaving you with all of him to snap his heart in two or mend it more than one could wish; picking the latter left both breathless, desperation on their fingertips as the two grew closer in more ways than one.

The term ‘Friends’ was no longer relevant in the presence of you and Peter, love was all that crossed that path.

And to say, after last night: Peter forever thanked May for binning that spare bed.

i HATE this lmao i tried so?? leave requests so i can stop this bad train of thought help

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An you do a fic with Andrew’s Spider-Man x shy reader please

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: peter parker makes you feel a different way, it’s hard to ignore the way your heart races when he looks at you. and its obvious, peter knows this.

this fic does NOT contain ‘no way home’ spoilers, feel free to read ahead :)

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

(sorry it’s short!)

warnings: shirtless peter djdndjs, fluff, extremely flustered reader, slight injury description and that’s all :)

requested by @lizzieann143

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 led on the science homework you had left until last minute, pens and pencils scattered on the wooden desk filled with nonsense you had kept since you were a young age.

Your eyelids were falling shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as sleep attempted to overtake you. Lifting your head into your hands, you sniffled and rubbed your eyes profusely to snap out of your doze. A cup of water was sat on the right side of your desk, the liquid reaching the very top of the glass.

Your throat felt dry from the lack of attention you had given it as your mind was delved into the equations of period tables, the work you would normally have had help from your dear friend Peter Parker. Fixing the problem, you lifted the glass to take a sip of the cooling water.

‘Friend’ you would call him. But that didn’t stop the way your heart sped up whenever you were around him. You would often find yourself staring at him, multiple seats away from his in your shared English class would be your prime time to take in Peter’s beauty.

God, he was beautiful. You had a soft spot for the boy, rarely did you ever allow yourself to catch feelings for a guy. But with Peter, it was different. You couldn’t quite place what made him different for you, maybe it was the way he actually devoted his time to you and understood your lack of communication with anyone outside your childhood friends.

A soft tapping at your window made you jump slightly, your body jolting forwards and your teeth hitting the glass held up to your lips. You groaned for a moment before snapping your head towards the sound, seeing Peter with his head pushed back against the fire escape and mouth agape in relief or pain.

His body was clad in the Spiderman suit, obvious tears down the chest and blood seeping through the cuts. His head of hair was messed up, static pieces from the mask pointing up in different directions and chunks stuck his sweaty forehead.

Your body automatically lifted itself to the window, pushing it up in a hurry as Peter’s body fell in from him leaning his weight against the glass. He fell into you, hands finding home on your forearms and head hung low as he limped in.

Your shaking hands struggled to move the cushions to a comfier position as Peter collapsed on the furniture after a long awaited time. His back arched and head hung from its rest on the arm of the chair, body heat more obvious than ever ask Peter was blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you.

The first aid kit you had been keeping in your room since you first scraped you knee had come in handy, the box placed on your lap and opened with contents spilling out. The wounds Peter sported were deeply placed on the centre of his chest, suit pooled to his hips and lack of shirt.

Peter knew you were nervous, he saw your fumbling hands as you delicately placed the soaked cotton on his chest, drips of antibacterial gliding down his naked torso. Your face was bright red, eyes screaming for a way to not embarrass one’s self and hands disobeying.

“Hey,” Peter’s hands rested on yours, warmth flowing from your fingertips to your heart. “It‘s okay.” He whispered, eyes locked to yours. His palm travelled from your own to trace your jawline, head leaning towards burying it in your neck.

When his skin touched your own, your heart sped up like crazy. His cold nose came in contact with your burning neck, rubbing it against it as he felt you squirm slightly under his touch. His lips begged to feel you, your actions speaking louder than the words you hesitated to say.

Peter moved his head to rest against your own, breaths mingling and blushes reciprocated. Eyes bored into one and other, the opposite sides of the spectrum: in love and afraid to love.

His cold hands rested on your burning cheeks, he watched you fall reluctantly under his love, under the blanket he provided full of all that was possible for the two of you.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

thanks for the request, loved it🥺

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what do you think peter’s love languages are? :)

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

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definitely touch

this guy LOVES holding you

whether it’s holding your hand or hugging you close, he still gets butterflies

he loves knowing you’re so physically close to him

not in reach of any danger, in the safety of his bed and in his arms

peter definitely likes to have his arm slung around your shoulders as school

just a simple gesture to show people that he’s all yours

but if you’re in class and near each other, he will slip his hand into yours under the desk :(

i think peter would be scared at first to have you so close to him

like he would forever be worried that he would drag you into this mess of superheroes

but a couple months in the relationship, he gave into your begs of comfort and never regretted it

being a little shy at first i think peter would express a lot with his touch

struggles to say what he wishes so he more or less shows it to you with actions and embrace

but he’s so adorable i’m done

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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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𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓

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summary: peter was stupid. a stupid, stupid guy who did anything to please others. even if that meant breaking your heart in the process.

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST, reader is hopeless romantic and deserves better, bet trope, not happy ending, dick peter, sad peter, crying reader, just think backstabber

probs take this down it’s awful lol

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓. The spitting image of purity and heart void of love. Desperation on the brink of spill, emotions dug deep into the pages of school books and circle of friends. Your heart was golden, a reflection any guy would wish to stare back at, but walls were closed upon any newcomers. Your eyes were hearts, ones you could stare in all day. A soft aura surrounded your frame - a commonly reciprocated stillness around people who adored you - it was simple, no one had any hatred towards you. Well.

He saw you as a weak spot. A crack one tap away from smash that he was desperate to cause. He hated that his eyes always shifted in your direction, he despised the way his fingers would play with each other under the desk when you became present in the class. He couldn’t have himself like this, he couldn’t fall in love. Love was a thing irrelevant to a teenage boy; games were something he could be invested in.

That’s what you were - what he made you - a game. Something he could play with whenever, something to toy with when others were ripped from his grasp. It was addictive, watching you fall into the palms of his hands and follow his commands unknowingly planned, he was in full control and knew damn well what he was doing.

Atleast that’s what he’d pretend that’d be. Not a grab for money his friends waved about.

He’d pretend he was the one who initiated this, showing no mercy in attempts for superiority. When this entire time the back of his head was ringing with the words of his friends jeering on commands to supposedly ‘make the sweetheart fall in love’.

He sat with his head in his hands as his friends scattered around him on the benches. “Little Miss Y/N Y/L/N let you share her highlighter?” His best mate, Harry, mocked with a hit on the shoulder. “Looks like Y/N has her heart eyes set on someone!” Peter scoffed, shoving his bag onto the concrete floor. “I mean can you blame her? Peter’s the only guy here with zero bitches?” Another roar came from behind him and two hand slammed onto his collarbone.

“I say you go for it! Y/N’s hot!” Peter shook his head for the hundredth time. “I’m good, mate.” Harry looked at his friend, eyes torn to the blonde sitting infront of his starstruck figure; it clicked, an idea that would earn a bump in popularity in more ways than one.

Harry twitched his head upward in a signal for Peter to listen in. “I say you ask Y/N out-“ Peter eyebrows furrowed in confusion and immediate backlash, before Harry continued, “It’ll make a certain someone jealous.”

Peter’s body leaned back in his chair, thoughts running through his mind as the attention of his crush fluttered his way. He glanced at you innocence figure, wailing for any form of desperate love; ready to fall in the palm of his hand. If he played his cards right, he’d not only grab the attention of her, he’d get his ass kissed for breaking the love of many’s lives; only doing them a favour of a crying girl in walking straight into a desperate guy. Cold hearted he was, just he didn’t care in that moment.

Also, bonus: Harry paid him a £50 note every time he took you out.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 perfect, like you had once been.

You were easy, practically a walking innocent with a single once of attention given and immediately dropping into their arms. He had you in the palm of his hand, his sweat drowning your future expectations as the guilt would soon eat him up.

He held you in his arms currently, your back pressed into his chest and breaths small and your body was unconscious in his bed. You were wearing his shirt, his clothes and his scent. And he loved it. He loved knowing you were comfortable around him.

No, No! He couldn’t love you under any circumstances. He used you for money, his plan with her was working, he finally gave him that time of day to start falling for him. But you had already done that.

Peter was practically rich at this point. The prices topped up the second Peter sprinted in a boasted about getting you to kiss him that night, Harry scowling and handing over the cash.

However he had stopped paying him now. He felt sick seeing his friend do this to you. Watching you so happily run into his embrace while he knew he held his winning prize in the back pocket of his pants.

Even after the payment was over, Peter didn’t stop. He felt success, content, finally happy he had done something that pleased others. People praised him, he felt on top of the world. Knowing you were at home waiting for him, he found himself counting down the seconds until he could keep up his act.

Peter Parker never knew love, never understood it fully. He never experienced the true love, the adoration of falling for that neighbour across the road. Atleast he never though he did.

Peter was seventeen, young and naïve; he couldn’t tell he loved you until the moment he lost you. The moment his regular schedule fell apart under the recognition that you weren’t there.

January 26th, he remembered it.

He held you so closely that day, you were warm, so warm. His phone was going off, he was fast asleep. You were not. Irritation got the better of you and Peter would only ever beg you had a better temper that day when you read Harry’s messages.

January 26th, 22:53pm.

Your body was wrapped so content under your boyfriends covers. The silk was heaven against your bare arms and legs and your torso was occupied with the strong arms from behind you. Peter’s phone would not stop pinging. The vibration on the hardwood table made you want to literally tare your hair out of your head.

Grumpily, you swinged your hand over to slide his phone gracefully onto the bed.

HARRY:

stop you can’t keep doing this

i stopped paying you ages ago

What? Payment? What the fuck had Peter been doing for this long?

HARRY:

y/n deserves so much better than that blonde bitches sloppy seconds

i’ve literally called off the y/n bet and my mate tells me you were bragging about her wtf

You’ve never felt your heart sink deeper into the stomach of worries swirling in your depths. You couldn’t remember why you were happy before, the man that had ever given a fuck about you was the one you trusted to hold you so gently; only one minute ago. Your body felt disgusting, skin itches as his figure snores peacefully, a deep contrast to your current state.

Love was a lie. Something you once experienced, not reciprocated obviously. One you loved so much in the moment, but would soon stab you in the back a twist that stupid fucking knife around and mockingly laugh at you.

Peter never saw you after he woke up, you had left without a word.

The moment he noticed your presence gone, he knew.

He knew you knew. And he hated himself. For starters he didn’t care, no emotion waved over his body until he wasn’t looking at your reflection in the mirror while he brushed his teeth. That’s when he broke down.

He never loved again. As much as his body willed him to do so, he couldn’t bring himself to learn the way you did.

So when he saw you again, a smile spread across your beautiful face - the one he once used to cause - years later; his heart ached so terribly. Your cheeks were perked up and rosy red, age had done you well by only a few years. His body trembled in the loss of all that he lost, all you left him with, what he deserved.

Peter Parker got what came to him. A smirk wiped on your face as you knew he entered the door, you wanted a little fun for yourself. After all, he was the one who bet on it.

no guys i HATE this gunna jump in a bin idc

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

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summary: while expecting, peter can’t help but brag to every single person he sees that you’re carrying his own little ‘spider-baby’.

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, hints of sex, just really cute

i thought of this and immediately knew this would be something andrew’s peter would do, so here we are <3

word count: 1K

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 smoothing across the prominent bump of your belly, circling around waiting for his daughter to kick. You were sat on his lap, chest against your back and his head between your neck and shoulder; his soft, growing out hair tickled your jaw and your head relaxed back on his shoulder. Your hands were gripped loosely around his wrists, following his movement as they roamed aimlessly around the home your child currently lived.

“I can just tell she’s gunna be a daddy’s girl, you know?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell and tingling your entire body. His lips kissed your jaw, feeling a smirk on his lips as his daughter reacted to his words and movement: kicking your belly and signalling that she was already trouble before she was even here.

You held back a smile, failing miserably. “Really? You don’t think she’ll prefer the person whose had her in my stomach for the past 6 months?” You raised your brows, curious on who will be the favoured parent (hint: it was you).

“No way,” He groaned into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “As soon as she finds out her dad is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, I’ll be the favourite.”

You looked up at his curiously, eyebrow quirked upwards and a smirk painted on your face. “Yeah, totally.” You teased, watching his shake his head and giggling to himself; content with the family he was about to begin his life with, the perfect woman and the most beautiful baby on its way. He couldn’t think of anything better.

He listened to the noise of your heartbeat, the thumps loud with his spider sense. “You can’t tell everyone about this, you know?” He heard your voice. “What?” He questioned.

“The baby, I know it’s been 6 months but I’d rather not walk to work and see ‘Spider-Baby On The Way!’ printed on every magazine.” He smiled at you. “Poor kid isn’t even here yet, I’d rather her first appearance not to be in the tabloids.”

Peter stroked the stray hairs off your forehead, his heart bursting at your dedication to keep this a little family, already feeling pressure for carrying the Spider-Man’s baby girl.

“I promise, love. I won’t say a word.”

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“She’s 7 months along today!” Peter smiled down to the citizens of New York, their smiles up to the man dressed in the spider suit.

The girls squealed, in awe and cheeks a splash red. The men grinned, eyes glistening with happiness and a subtle wink of pride. “That’s adorable, man. See ya Spidey!” Two of the guys waved.

Peter jumped down from the street sign, waving his hands infront of the people and webbing a couple citizens passing by into the little group he had created to engage in the conversation. “Woah, woah, woah! Did you know that my wife thinks that our kid will have my spider powers?” He beamed from behind the mask.

The crowd gasped and awed, heads tilting and eyes doe. Peter nodded his head amongst the reactions, “Yep, yep. I’ll teach her the ropes, but my wife will definitely kick my ass because of it.”

Many people clapped as Peter playfully did a bow towards the crowd and bit his lip to contain his smile. He shrugged off the compliments and congratulations from his fans, loving the thought of everyone being so supporting of his new and upcoming family of three.

“Hope it’s all well, Spidey!” Peter felt like he was going to cry. “Tell your wife congrats!” He’s on the verge of tears. “Take the time of Spider-Man, look after your family!” Sobbing profusely behind the mask.

What a family you would be. The three of you, you. You’re at home, carrying his child with the spaghetti boiling in the pan, knowing damn well you are running your hands over the bump of your belly, pretending it’s his hands. You’re the perfect mother, soon-to-be mother actually. And him, the superhero with a child, the most beautiful child to ever exist and to have the most fulfilled life you can guarantee. You. Shit! You!

He was meant to be home an hour ago! Thanks a lot Spider-Man fans! I blame you completely for making me talk about my favourite thing to only forget about my favourite thing! Damn.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 cold the moment he fell through the window, sprinting to the shared bedroom so rip off his suit and walk in the front door to where you would assume he simply got caught up and didn’t hear what he was saying.

He kicked the door to the bedroom and pulled his mask off his face, yanking down his suit to his torso and trying to pull off his shoes, extremely ungraciously.

The light switching on in the room made his jump and land on the ceiling, head falling down to search for danger until it faced a phone screen.

Spider-Man brags about soon-to-be Spider-Baby with his longtime girlfriend, turned wife.

“You won’t tell anyone, huh?” He heard your voice from behind the glowing screen, holding it up for a while so he could read it upside down. Peter groaned and dropped onto the floor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke. Someone asked me about my future and I immediately thought of you and our child and before I knew it I was— wait a minute, are you laughing?”

He furrowed his brows when he heard your giggles and lip tugged between your teeth with a grin etched across you face. “Peter, I don’t care.” He relaxed his shoulders and fell into a hug with you, one of his hands resting against your belly.

You tilted your head up to bump foreheads with his, noses rubbing against each other as his was cold at the tip, your warm aura heating him up. He leaned to kiss your lips continually, whispering sweet nothings as he apologised still.

“There’s still no way I’m letting you teach our child the Spider-Man duties. Especially not the ropes.”

Peter laughed at you, knowing very much well that he would do it anyway. This was he chance to have a Spider-Baby, who would give up that chance?

this is awful but like anyways

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𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 andrew!peter parker x reader (tasm based)

summary: best friends to lovers with our spidey <3 | fluff (tw; wounds, mentions of blood, mentions of food)

a/n: I didn’t get time to write cause it was christmas and I wanted to publish a fic because it was a christmas so yeah, that’s not a good combo. I did it tho! Merry christmas, love you!

Peter was not having a good time. He was tired from spiderman-ing all day long, and though doing assignments with you technically wasn’t a break, it still felt like the only thing he looked forwards to.

Which is why he was irritated when he saw a robbery happening in the apartment near yours. He could never let crime run its course — he always had to try and stop it, even at the expense of his own mental health. 

He took a look at his wrist-watch and promised himself that he’d make it quick. He knew you hated it when he showed up late. 

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Lost and found | p.parker

Andrew!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter had lost you. When he finds you again, he doesn't believe his eyes.

Warnings: reader's death at the beginning, angst, fluff at the end

Words: 1.7k

Requests: Okay request ask about No Way Home: Reader gets pulled into Tom’s Peter’s universe and in Andrew’s Peters world you died in stead of Gwen so maybe a like sweet cute reunion type of thing between Andrew’s Peter and reader?

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hello it could be a request from andrew peter where the reader returns, despite being dead, as otto and goblin. and all angst and happy. because I read that emma stone was going to appear but due to the covid she couldn't.

A/N: this was painful to write tbh, but it has a happy ending if you ignore that they're gonna be separated again technically

Peter had dealt with a lot of loss in his life. First, his parents that he had lost way too early in his life. He had grown up without them, being raised by his aunt and uncle. When he was younger, he had often dreamed about how life could have been with his parents. He knew so little about them, when he thought about it. There were so many corner pieces but nothing connecting them. What flowers did his mother like? What was his father’s favourite movie?

He grew up to know these things about his aunt and uncle after all. May loved the flowers that smelled the most like a summer day would, his uncle preferred to watch action movies over simple dramas. Peter knew their favourite foods, their work schedules and most of all, he remembered his childhood so often. They had always tried their best to make Peter feel like everyone else even without completely replacing his parents. He was lucky to have someone care for him like that.

His world was shaken when his uncle died. Back then, he had been to young to understand the loss of his parents completely, to feel the emptiness to its full extend when it happened. Now he had lost his father figure again, leaving a gaping hole in his heart and so much rage. Perhaps he could have saved him somehow, perhaps he could have changed something.

When he thought that he had finally managed to deal with Uncle Ben’s death, he lost the next person. This time he couldn’t save them again. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw your face, the remainder of a scream still on your lips, your hand reaching out for him to catch you but he never did. By the time his webs reached you, you had already hit the ground, your neck snapping right in front of him.

If he had to describe how he had felt in that moment, he wouldn’t be able to do it. His world had just completely fallen apart in that moment. His body had not felt like his own anymore, his legs had given in as soon as he reached the ground. Your lifeless body, laying there like a shattered flower in the middle of so much destruction. “No, no…” he mumbled, his voice sounding so far away. The tears ran down his cheeks and they seemed to burn on his skin. He felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore, like his heart would stop any moment.

You looked almost peaceful even when there was a storm raging inside Peter. He picked your head up gently, his fingers brushing through your hair one more time as he pressed his forehead to yours, his tears falling onto your face. How many times was he able to hold you like that, with your chest moving against his own, your laughter against his ear. But everything was silent now. He could probably hear a hairpin drop. He felt nothing but that numbing pain.

He knew that he should have been more careful. He should have prevented all of this from happening. He would give his own life so that he could hear you laugh one more time. He would give everything so his fingers would forget the feeling of your cold skin against them, the missing heartbeat, the laughter that echoed in his head as the most painful memory that he could not store away yet.

Loss was a constant in Peter Parker’s life, one that he could not get rid of, no matter how many lives he saved, how many bad people he stopped. He would never be able to get back what he had lost, not now and never in the future.

One day, when he was just on the way back from the grocery store, taking a shortcut over the roofs, everything changed. The world around him simply did. Buildings were taller, others smaller and some signs changed their meaning. He was not in the New York he knew as his home and that terrified him. It took him some time to figure out that he was probably in another version of this city. Peter had no clue how he had gotten here though. Did he drink something? Did something bite him again, but this time it would be much worse?

To be fair, the last few months had just been filled with grief for him. Just when he started to get better, he was focusing on fighting crime again, so the last thing he wanted now, just as he got back into his routine, was to land somewhere else, some place he didn’t know. And then he wasn’t able to figure out how he had gotten here in the first place.

Things started to happy pretty fast as he wandered around the city. He stepped through some sort of portal, following two voices he didn’t recognise. He found another Peter Parker which confused him even more. How many versions of him were there? Why did he meet one now, in this strange other version of New York?

And then he met another one, found out about the fact that he was not the only one from his New York that had found their way into this universe.

It was not until he arrived in the youngest Peter’s high school that worst thing happened. Peter was brooding over a few ingredients he had just mixed together when the two large doors to the school lab flew open.

And standing there, looking at everyone in the room, were you. The bottle he was holding fell to the ground, the glass shattering, the liquid spilling over the entire floor. Something seemed to wrap so tightly around his throat, robbing him of the ability to speak or to make a sound. He blinked a few times, aware of all the confused looks he was getting, but he was not able to believe his eyes. How could you stand there? Just a few metres away from him when he had clearly seen you die, back in that tower. When he had seen your dead body, cold and motionless, when you were such a painful memory in his head, when your death had forced him into his knees. When you had died and he had lost all the happiness in his life.

You stared at him, eyes wide open, and he could tell that you were trying to put so many pieces together as well. How did you end up here? How were you still alive? Nothing made sense anymore.

Peter had to force himself out of his chair, his legs feeling like jelly. He was not sure if they could even carry him far enough.

Then he stood before you, his eyes filled with so much pain. It was your turn to ask yourself what had happened that made him so sad. Peter was always a force to be around, happy, lighting up the entire room for you. The guy that stood in front of you seemed like he had seen too many horrible things.

“Peter,” you whispered. Did he even hear it?

What were the odds that you had landed in this strange place with your boyfriend?

“You…” He wasn’t able to say more. Before you could reach out, he was on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs as he held you so tightly. “Peter,” you said again, confused, surprised – puzzled, most of all. What was happening? Why did this happen? What had happened to him?

“Peter, what happened? Do you know where we are?” you asked, hoping for an answer, but you knew you wouldn’t get one. Your boyfriend started sobbing, his hold around your legs getting tighter. Reluctantly, still not sure what was happening, you wrapped your arms around him as well, your heart aching at the sound of him crying. You wanted to comfort him – you needed to comfort him.

“I saw you die, Y/N, I saw you die.”

For a moment, you couldn’t even register his words. It took you a few breaths, it took you a moment to close your eyes, before you understood what he was trying to say. You had died, but at the moment, you were pretty sure that you weren’t dead.

“I saw you fall, I held your body,” Peter continued, his voice reflecting all the grief he had felt.

Maybe you had been right with your first assumption. This was another universe, where all things happened differently. What if this wasn’t the Peter you were with in your world, but another one that came from a place where you had died in front of him?

The thought terrified you. It left you with a cold sensation in your entire body. How did you die?

“I’m alive, I’m very alive right now, Peter,” you assured him. He needed that, you knew it. This was not the right moment to talk about your theory of what had happened, to ask Peter what he thought about it or where he came from. It was not the moment to ask any questions, because you knew that he was still the Peter you knew and you had just come back to him somehow, after he had originally lost you.

You sank to your knees as well, the cold tiles adding to the freezing sensation in your body, but you didn’t mind. Not when you were able to take Peter’s face into your hands, feeling the stubble under your fingers, something your Peter had just newly acquired.

His forehead leant against yours, the tears leaving his face wet. Just like on that fatal day, he was holding you again, forehead against yours, but this time, he could feel your breath against him again. He could feel your chest rise and lower against his own, he could hear the heart beating in your chest.

Maybe all of this wasn’t quite right and a lucky coincidence, but he could not let you go.

Maybe he would never let you go again. The tears kept coming and coming, but he did not feel the numbness anymore. He felt relieved, alive, more than he did in the last few months, because you were in his arms again.

Because some version of him did not make the same mistakes.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 andrew!Peter x fem!avenger!reader

Summary: When Peter enters this earth, he stumbles upon you first. 

[ avenger!reader, witch!reader, mentions of food ]

You were munching on some doughnuts at the sidewalk when you saw a red-clothed figure fall onto the ground. 

You blinked in surprise as the man in Spiderman costume straightened up.

“Peter?”

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𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 andrew!peter x avenger!reader

summary: when it’s time to say goodbye, you’re reluctant. might seem angsty but I swear it has a happy ending!

part two of this fic. series are my worst nightmare (I don’t do well with schedules) so this is the last part, I’m sorry!

[ this has appearance from all Peters so andrew!peter is mentioned as “your Peter” ]

“You can’t do this to him,” you said the moment the youngest Peter was out of earshot.

“It’s the only way,” Stephen replied, concentrating on healing the huge cuts in the sky. He had to do the incantations soon, but giving Peter enough time to say goodbye to Ned and MJ was the least he could do.

Least, but not enough. Not according to you.

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black widows and other spiders

tasm!peter x avenger!reader

summary: when steve asked you to deal with the Loki mess, you didn't expect the god of mischief to cast you into a different universe altogether. Luckily, you have some help. [ a very special appearance by a very special someone :) ]

"Aw c'mon, I was just about to enjoy some quiet," Spiderman said, stepping out of the shadows.

"I'm not an enemy," you replied, quite calmly for someone who was handcuffed to the wall by literal webs.

"You sure about that? You just tried to stab me two seconds ago."

"That was hardly my fault," you shot back. "You sneaked up on me in a dark alley! If I really wanted to stab you, you'd already be bleeding. "

"Wow, I'm so scared. Who are you again?"

You hesitated. Should you tell him or figure out everything on your own? Thinking back, you remembered how the Peter from your earth was basically a walking encyclopedia. If this one had access to labs too, you could easily create a way back to your own earth.

For that to work, you needed to convince him that there were multiple universes and that you were from a totally different one.

Fun.

"I don't wanna know," Peter said finally. "You're taking too much time to think and I'd rather be home eating spaghetti."

"You're not going to get these off me?" you asked, nodding towards the webs.

He shrugged. "You still suspicious so just to be safe, you know?"

"That's not very nice of you Peter," you said just as he walked away, making him halt. Even with his mask on, you could sense his surprise.

When he turned, he was surprised yet again.

In that split second, you had somehow made the webs disappear and were standing quite amusedly, hands folded and an eyebrow raised.

"Now I'm a little bit scared," he admitted, his voice curious.

* * *

Back at his apartment, you groaned even before he let you in.

"What?"

"Aunt May isn't here, is she?" you asked, frowning. "She gives the best hugs. I could use one right now."

"She's at her friend's for the weekend," he said. "How the hell do you even know—?"

"I told you this seven times already. I'm from a different universe."

"And I told you seven times that I'm having a hard time believing it, but that's not what I meant. How do you know she's not in the apartment even before entering?"

"Perks of being a widow," you sighed, walking in after him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry—"

"Not that kind of widow, dumbass."

He watched as you plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV with as much finesse as you could. Even though your gaze was shrewd and calculating, he felt something inside him flutter when you looked his way. You looked so intimidatingly beautiful. He always liked girls and guys who were a little bit out of his league.

"Are you gonna stare or do I get that spaghetti?"

"Right!" he rubbed the back of his neck, lost as ever. He instantly hunted down a bowl, spilling questions all the while. "So I'm guessing you're some kind of assassin?"

"Used to be," you said casually, changing channels to see if something good was on. "Now I'm part of the Avengers, which I'm guessing you don't have here or otherwise you'd know me already."

"And avengers are...?"

"Protectors of earth, as much as ridiculous as that sounds," you said, chuckling. "You're the friendly neighborhood spiderman. We're the unfriendly intergalactic fighters who need therapy and better life choices."

You put down the remote in frustration, hating how there weren't any of the shows and movies you liked. Peter sat beside you and handed you a bowl.

"Aren't you eating too?" you prodded.

"In a bit," he said, waving it off. "How did you get here then? What happened?"

"Well me and another friend was tracking down Loki, a very troublesome person who is literally jumping through timelines," you explained, knowing fully well that Peter wasn't going to understand anything. You also knew he wouldn't shut up until you answer, so you went on.

"My friend isn't part of the avengers but she's there whenever I need her. Kind of like my best friend actually. Loki knows magic and he hurled me down here before I could complete the assignment."

"Loki knows magic?" he repeated. "Like actual magic?"

"He's also a god."

"A god." He rubbed his forehead. "What even—?"

"I have lots of stories like that," you said, sinking into the cozy feeling of a pretty apartment and friendly company.

Peter stared at you again, unable to understand how your mind worked. Or maybe he just found you pretty too.

"Tell me all of them," he said, his words hardly a whisper.

* * *

The next few days were hazy, kind of like you were trapped in a dream that wasn't even yours. He said you could stay for a while in exchange for telling him all about the multiverse. You didn't think it was possible for someone to be this excited about the concept being real, but here you are.

He gave you the guest room, and you stole all his clothes simply because you had nothing else to wear. You meant it as a "if you're taking me in, I'm gonna annoy the hell out of you" gesture, but he went speechless the first time. Blushing and stammering, he had said something along the lines of "take whatever you want."

In many ways, it was just like being on your own earth. You still fought with monsters and other villains, still had nightmares, still kept an eye around you as if any second you'll be attacked. Peter could see it. Going to bed with a knife under your pillow certainly showed that.

But even then, it was vastly different in its own way. You didn't have anyone to fight along with, but suddenly you were partners with Spiderman, taking down crime one at a time.

You had a home you could go back to, and a friend, one that'd let you pick the movies and pull a blanket over you when you fell asleep watching them.

You felt guilty to feel so at peace. Even after you escaped with Natasha, somedays you felt like the horrors of red room would never fully wash off, no matter how many good deeds you do.

Becoming an Avenger wasn't enough. Seeing the blood of monsters on your hands only reminded you of the murders you committed long ago.

Innocent or not, everyone's blood was cruel red.

Peter, on the other hand, kept you busy enough to not think too much. He demanded details of everything, every small one, which kept you occupied.

* * *

"He can only touch his hammer?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"Kind of?" you answered thoughtfully. "Steve did take it once during a war but Thor said it was too big for him."

He burst into fits of laughter, unable to keep it in.

"What?" you asked, clueless.

"Thor's hammer sounds...kinky."

You threw some popcorn at his face.

* * *

"Who's your favorite avenger?"

"Natasha," you said, sighing. "Even after she died, I had a lot of pressure to be just like her. I can't, but I try."

"Ah, just so you know-" He gently nudged your elbows playfully. "You're my favorite avenger."

* * *

"So Loki's a troublesome god in all universes?"

"And a troublesome crocodile."

"Naturally."

* * *

Once he knew the basics, his energy didn't calm down. If anything, he was more excited and he portrayed this through the only outlet he had — jokes.

* * *

"What do you call Doctor Strange's cousin who can't do magic?"

"Huh?"

"Doctor Normal," he said, giggling.

You sighed in exhaustion.

* * *

"Why did Thor avoid Loki?"

"Please not another jok-"

"He Odin money."

"I'm ready to walk off a cliff," you said, looking to the heavens.

* * *

"Why's Thor's brother great at sneaking around?"

"I don't wanna hear it."

"He's very Loki."

Despite your wishes to keep a straight face, you burst out laughing. Peter's eyes widened, shocked that he actually got a reaction out of you. He looked proud, and his heart melted at the sight of you being you.

"What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Before he could answer, the T.V went out, along with all other lights. The cautious instincts kicked in and you stood up slowly, knife already out.

You could hear footsteps, which you would have discredited to be a neighbour's if they weren't so silent. Too silent, like a cat ready to pounce.

"Someone's inside," Peter stated the obvious, getting up himself. Before he could get his web-shooters, the light came back on.

You pointed your knife at the intruder while they pointed a gun at Peter, making a very dangerous triangle.

Your hands went slack when you recognized the blonde.

"Yelena?" you called, lowering the knife.

"You know her?" Peter asked, a little too terrified. She didn't break eye contact with him, as if he was still a threat. You didn't like how close she looked to pulling the trigger.

"She was the friend I was telling you about," you explained. "She was helping me with Loki. What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk after all the weapons are lowered?" Peter suggested. If anything, Yelena's grip on the gun tightened.

"He's a friend," you said quickly. "It's okay. He's nice."

"Yeah, I'm Peter Parker. Just like the one from your earth!"

"I don't know who that is," Yelena said stiffly. He looked at you for an explanation.

"She hasn't met all the avengers yet," you answered with your hands on your hips. "Yelena, c'mon, does he look like a monster?"

She slowly put the gun in her holster, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"I was cast into this earth by Loki too," she said angrily. "I was passed out on top of a building for two days before I could track you down. Now here you are, watching Peppa Pig with a scrawny dummy."

"I didn't know you were here," you said, feeling guilt take hold. "You know I wouldn't have abandoned you."

"You wouldn't be the first one." She gritted her teeth, and while fury was the main objective, she came off as hurt, to both you and Peter.

"I'll get some tea," Peter said awkwardly.

"No, we are leaving," Yelena said, nodding towards the door. "Let's go."

"Wait, no—"

"You didn't think you were staying here, did you?" She asked, and you could feel the genuine curiosity behind her question.

"No, but we have a plan."

"We?"

"Peter's going to make us a temp pad like the one in TVA," you interjected before she could kill him with his eyes. "It's almost done. He just needs some kind of special aluminum. He had to call a friend and it'll be here today or tomorrow."

"Then we go back?" she asked firmly.

"We go back," you repeated, sounding less excited than your friend.

"Good, let me go steal some clothes then," she said, going to the door.

"You can take Peter's—"

"I'm not wearing Hello Kitty t-shirts," she snapped, then left, slamming the door behind her.

You looked at Peter apologetically. "Sorry about that I-"

"You're actually leaving," he interrupted, as if being held at gunpoint was the least of his worries. "I mean, I knew you wouldn't stay here forever but, you're leaving. Soon."

"Yeah," you rubbed your elbow, shifting awkwardly. He seemed heartbroken.

So were you, but you had better acting skills to hide it.

* * *

That night, you tried making dinner, knowing what Yelena would love. It was your way of apologizing to her.

She was your friend for as long as you could remember. After Natasha died, you had to hunt her down to see if she was okay. She wasn't, so you stayed with her.

You understood why she was so pissed at Peter. She didn't want to lose you too. For some avengers, you were the replacement for Natasha, but for Yelena, you were just you - that one friend in the red room who'd always say the worst jokes to cheer her up.

You couldn't even think of staying here when she was alone.

* * *

Peter looked absolutely shocked when you placed the macaroni and cheese in front of them.

"I thought you said you can't cook!"

"She can't," Yelena agreed, rolling her eyes. "I make the best macaroni and cheese, this tastes like garbage."

"You haven't tried it yet," you said, rolling your eyes.

"I don't need to taste your food to know it is not food."

You laughed and sat down, serving some into your own bowl.

Peter handed over a spoon while pouring juice into three glasses. His eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration, and you poked the glasses up his nose when it was dangerously close to slipping down. He didn't need glasses, but he wore them because it felt like a part of him he didn't want to let go of yet.

You respected that, and the fact he looked absolutely adorable in them was a plus.

Yelena looked taken back at how effortless you fit into the picture. That slight frown you always had was nowhere to be seen and you were so... peaceful.

"So this temp pad," she began, poking the spoon into the bowl. "How does it work?"

"Just like the one Loki has," Peter said, nodding. "It's in the basement if you wanna go see it after dinner?"

"No," she said quickly, far too quickly. "But it will be complete tomorrow, yes?"

He nodded, looking back at his food, suddenly disinterested.

* * *

Just like his promise, it was all ready the next day. You dreaded going back, but you had to. No matter how tempting it was to lead a semi-happy life, you had responsibilities. You had a past.

"Here you go," Peter handed over the device, not looking directly at you. "This will get you to TVA but you'd have to redirect to your own earth from there."

"Bye, sticky," Yelena said, incredibly bored.

"I'll- I'll see you?" your words were uncertain.

"I hardly doubt that," Peter replied, shaking his head.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip in frustration.

"Thank you for the stories," he said after a while, resisting his urge to give you a hug. Resisting his urge to ask you to stay.

"Can we just go already?" Yelena interrupted.

You were always bad at goodbyes so you didn't give one. Sighing, you pressed the button.

* * *

Nothing happened.

"Wait- what?" Peter took the device, examining the features. "That should have worked, there's a- wait the chip's outdated."

"Really?" you tried not to sound hopeful. "Is it the kind you can't fix?"

"Maybe I can, but it'll take some days."

You smiled, turning to Yelena. "Guess we're staying here for a while after all."

"How wonderful," she said sarcastically.

"I'll go uhm, heat up the pizza?" you asked, practically skipping to the kitchen.

"You know the basement has cameras, right?" Peter asked once he made sure you were out of earshot. "I saw someone going there last night and messing up the temp pad."

Yelena scoffed. "I don't know what you are implying."

"Sure you don't."

She glared at him so he raised his hands in mock-surrender.

"She looks happy here," she said, softening a bit. "Less of a killer and more of a bad cook. I like it. If she's hurt, I'll pull out your organs and feed them to a cat."

"Incredibly specific, but okay." Peter handed her the temp pad, which she took confusedly. "You know, for safekeeping."

Yelena rolled her eyes. But as soon as he turned, she looked at you and then at the device, wondering which chip she should fry next.

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Modern Art

tasm!peter x reader

summary: inspired by Reckless by Madison Beer and All Too Well. Angst because all of us have a pain kink. requested by @buckyjbarneswhore | masterlist

Peter had fallen in love with you even before asking you out. It wasn't much of a surprise, that boy was always a hopeless romantic.

He loved the way you laughed, loved how he made you laugh. He loved how you hummed the songs he never understood, your voice, your kindness, how you doodled nonsense on his papers, how you hugged Aunt May whenever you saw her — he loved anything and everything about you.

Then one day, he went to Oscorp. You knew he saw something there, but he wasn't keen on saying what it was.

That was the first secret he hid from you.

You thought you were imagining things. Sure, he didn't spend much time with you anymore, but he was busy. You told yourself he was busy even though the two of you had the same classes and the same workload.

You ignored the feeling at the back of your head, the one that told you to be careful.

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"Hey, we're going to a party tonight. Wanna come?" Aimee asked, smiling wide. "Trick question. You have to."

"Then I guess I'll be there." You returned a smile, knowing you didn't need much persuasion anyway. You didn't have much work and anything's better than sitting around doing nothing.

"I need to do a beer count. Is Peter going to be there?" she asked, taking out the little pink notebook she carried around. You had gifted it to her on her birthday and she hasn't parted with it since.

"He's uh, busy." You were suddenly interested in the book in front of you.

"Oh man, you're dating Peter Parker?" One of your other friends, Mark, looked up from whatever he was reading.

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. He's a chill dude. Saw him yesterday. He bought me coffee at Helsey's after I was drunk off my ass," Mark said, laughing. "Owes me skateboard lessons too."

"Wait, wait," you sat up straighter. "Helsey's cafe is near your house."

"Of course it is."

"Your house is nowhere near the public library."

"Okay...?"

"Peter said he was at the library," you said, sounding worried. "He said he had a personal project or something."

"Why would he lie?" Aimee asked, closing the pink notebook.

"C'mon guys, you're overthinking this," Mark interrupted swiftly. "In fact, I'm pretty sure his friend mentioned something about going to the library too!"

"His friend? He was with someone?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, Gwen Stacy."

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"I'm thinking we should go to that little restaurant they opened up?" Peter asked, handing over the flowers he had hurriedly bought on his way over. "Sort of as an apology for my absence the whole week?"

"I'm not feeling good. I'd rather stay inside," you said, hoping you sounded normal. You put the flowers in an empty vase and threw the bag into the bed, then opened your laptop.

Peter frowned. He had off days too, when he wanted nothing more than to disconnect from the entire world for a while, but your demeanor said something was wrong.

You running through whatever you're looking for on the laptop and ignoring your boyfriend standing awkwardly near the door was the closest thing you had done to giving him the cold shoulder.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, sitting down on your bed.

You laughed forcefully. "Don't be ridiculous, Peter. Why would I be mad at you?"

"I mean, if you are- that's totally justified. I know I wasn't the most attentive guy last week. I blame it on my project—"

"Speaking of," you interrupted cheerfully, slamming the laptop shut and turning to him. "What's this project about?"

He was taken back. "Uhm, arachnology."

"Arachnology?"

"Yes?"

"That sounds like a question."

"I mean, yes. Definitely," he said, nodding. "I'm researching on arachnology. Why the sudden interest?"

"I feel bad for not knowing what's going on in your life." You replied, waving it off.

You had hoped he was a better liar, just so you could comfort yourself that it was all okay like your rose-colored glasses made it out to be. Apparently not.

"I appreciate that." Peter held your gaze, both of you knowing there was something more. Something he wasn't saying.

"Are you doing the research with Gwen Stacy?" The question had slipped off your mouth before you could think about it. He seemed even more surprised.

"Why would I study spiders with Gwen?" he laughed, not meeting your eyes.

The way her name fell from his lips said he knew her, and the affection behind it said he was fond of her. You bit down your lips and told yourself that you were being crazy. Friends care for each other, and you needn't worry about that.

If there was something going on, Peter's not the type to hide it. Then again, you thought he wasn't the type to lie at all, but isn't that what he just did?

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The story wrote itself from there. So now here you are, alone at your birthday party, having everyone around you but him. You were pretty sure he had forgotten about it altogether.

When everyone left for home, you went to your room and swallowed the resentment. It felt like a statement on his part. He used to write little notes for you during class, with small lines that made you smile even though they were sappy. He said he'll never hurt you, but here you are, close to tears on your own birthday.

There was a knock on the window.

You didn't need to turn to know it was him.

"Hey, I got us pizzas!" he said energetically, then noticed your red gown, the slumped shoulders, the irregular breaths. "Y/N...?"

You turned around, wiping the first tear that had shamelessly slid down your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look broken in front of the man who broke you.

He took in your makeup, or rather the smudged edges of it. You looked so utterly strong yet cautious, as if you had just built a brick wall over your emotions.

"Oh!" he connected the dots, leaving the pizza on the bedside. "Your birthday- holy shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"

"Where were you?" you asked calmly.

He blanked. What was he supposed to say now? That he was so consumed with a bogus research that he forgot his girlfriend's birthday? Or the truth? Both would hurt the same.

"Gwen Stacy," you said the name slowly. "Why did you tell me you don't know her?"

He took a deep breath in. "I didn't say that. I just didn't tell you she was just doing the research with me—"

"If that was the case, why did you lie?"

"I thought you wouldn't understand! If I told you I had something super important to research with another girl, don't tell me you wouldn't have gotten jealous!"

"Bullshit, Parker!" your voice rose louder. "You know I'm not that type of overprotective partner. You know you could have just told me. But you didn't. Why?"

"There's a lot of compli—"

"Why?" The word ricocheted off the walls, making Peter almost take a step back.

"Did you cheat on me?" you whispered, biting down your lips so you wouldn't yell again.

"No," he shook his head far too quickly. Yet he looked guilty. You quickly connected the dots.

"Are you in love with her anyway?"

Peter's face fell. "I didn't plan to."

Tears freely started to fall now, but you didn't care. You took a deep breath in.

"You could have told me that from the start."

"I love her now but I loved you first," he said defensively. "I did. But then I was spending more time with Gwen and somewhere along the way, it just happened. I never wanted to hurt you, but would you really blame me for loving someone?"

"You're honestly asking me that?" you asked, your voice shaking. "All I did was love someone and where did that get me?"

"You don't understand—"

"What the fuck don't I understand?"

"I'm Spiderman!" He interrupted, raising his hands in surrender. He began rambling even without seeing your reaction. "Gwen works at Oscorp. She helped me. I knew you wouldn't have approved if I told you I was fighting for my life everyday. Not like she does."

You understood why he was saying that. Peter Parker was in his core, nothing if not kind. He didn't want to deal with how he hurt someone, so he threw a half-assed excuse at your face, hoping you'd agree and let him go. He didn't need your pain on his conscience so he resorted to wallowing through excuses.

Steady breaths, that's what he used to say when you were having a bad day. Steady breaths and a steady mind. Can't be all bad, right? I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.

Despite everything, you smiled. Steady breaths it is.

"I knew you were Spiderman, I knew it from the start," you said, almost amused.

He blinked, surprised yet again. Maybe he was more stupid than he gave himself credit for. After all, you were his girlfriend. If there was someone in the world who figure it out, who else would it be if not you?

"You wouldn't have loved me anymore," he finished his ranting, desperately hopeless. "No matter what you say now, you wouldn't have!"

"I would have loved you any way you wanted me to."

He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, realizing he had just run out of excuses. Nothing to give, nothing that you'll ever trust again.

"I'm sorry," he said, genuinely meaning it. "I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you. You are a good person and—"

"Get out."

"Let me just-"

"Get the hell out!" you pointed to the window.

He didn't want to cause any more of a mess, so he did as you asked, though hesitant as ever.

And as he climbed that window down one last time, you looked at the vase in the corner, the one which had the flowers he bought for you; all of them completely wilted now.

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ANDREW!PETER PARKER

— lover

summary: peter lost y/n and gwen at the same time. whilst ned and mj are trying to locate y/n and peter they grab the wrong versions. but it seems these two know eachother better then everyone thought.

— i got you (mature)

summary: whilst on your way to your internship at oscorp you aren’t exactly paying attention to where you’re going, luckily peter is hopelessly in love with you and follows you to make sure you’re okay.

PETER PARKER

— coming soon!

BUCKY BARNES

— coming soon!

STEVE ROGERS

— coming soon!

TONY STARK

— coming soon!

AVENGERS

— coming soon!

this is perfect what

no way home spoilers ahead!

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 andrew!peter x avenger!reader | fluff

summary: imagine being tom!peter’s bestfriend while having a crush on andrew!peter. [witch!reader, fem!reader, mentions of smut (?)]

based off this request and this writing prompt.

This one has all Peters, so for less confusion,

pete - tom!peter.

peter - andrew!peter

ben - tobey!peter (cause its peter benjamin parker)

“SLOW DOWN!” you yelled.

“No! It’s day three of Super Spidey Week!” Pete, your bestfriend, shrieked as he started swinging across the town even faster. You clung onto him with fear written over your face.

Super Spidey Week — otherwise known as a weeklong break for the three Peter Parkers — was something they did every three months. They meet up in a particular Earth, and take a much needed break from fighting monsters and instead catch up on each other’s lives. It was exclusive to the three of them. 

Well, the three of them and you. Pete never had any fun without you, which was part of the Bestfriend Pact you made in third grade. If he knew the real reason you went along with him, he would freak out.

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