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

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

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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!

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

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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

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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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

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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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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when will you be posting part 2 of loving him was red?

It's almost done so hopefully by next week. Here's a little sneak peek

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A/N : I know the first part was heartbreaking so here it is the closure all of you asked for. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think. 

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Summary : After eight long years you meet again. Apologies are made and torn relationships patched together. But you are still marrying Harry in three days, are you though?

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : angst with happy ending II w.c- 5.2k

Two weeks had passed since Peter received the invitation to yours and Harry’s wedding. The news sat like a massive weight on his chest. It was like a thorn pricked to his heart which he couldn’t pull out and the pain it caused just grew with each passing day. 

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I’ll Always Wait for You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (also some Cindy x Peter)

Warnings: Some slight angst, a lil bit of co-dependency (it’s very slight of you read into it but not heavily described)

A/N: wrote this on the train and immediately posted on my phone so this is not proofed and I’m sorry for any typos. just something short and brief I did. Also the formatting of weird because I posted on my phone so I’m super sorry for that :(

It feels weird to see Peter with someone else.

For as long as you could remember it had always been Peter and Y/n. You had known each other practically since diapers seeing as May and your mom were close.

And in all those years of getting to know each other’s crooks and crannies you had never pictured Peter with a girlfriend. Had never imagined him looking at someone else when you were there.

It felt wretched to watch him fall in love with some girl the two of you hardly knew but you couldn’t say why.

Cindy was a lovely girl. She was smart, pretty, and kind, all the basic adjectives that people look for in partners. Cindy was strong willed and had a way of making everyone in the room agree with her. It was never in a malicious way but rather a sense of right and wrong.

Y/n couldn’t understand why she didn’t like Cindy. Why did you feel that Peter would be better suited off with someone else?

It was one of those days where Cindy was crashing the pair's lunch and Peter was all preoccupied with Cindy and her new hairdo.

You could feel your eyes squinting at the pair with jealousy ? No, why would you be jealous? You certainly didn’t want a boyfriend. At least you didn’t think so. Now thinking about it you had never really thought about having a significant other. You had Peter, what else was there to think about?

That night after your midnight call with Peter you stayed up and came up with a mental list of what you want in a partner.

They would have to be smart of course. How else would they be able to understand the complex conversations Peter and you had? Obviously understanding because you were aware of the complications of having a boy best friend. You wouldn’t stand for any internalized misogyny taken outwardly on you. Caring is a big one. Like the one time Peter helped a mean lady cross the street who afterwards hit him with her cane. He still smiled and wished her well and Y/n thinks she’d just about fall in love with anyone who was that kind.

While coming up with this mental list Y/n paused on the thoughts. You thought about how you could fall in love with any person who was like Peter essentially.

Holy shit you were in love with Peter.

Now this revelation ruined your night and the following morning because you had to avoid Peter.

How are you meant to confront your best friend who had a girlfriend that you’re in love with him?

Simple you don’t.

Peter tracks you down at the end of the day and immediately corners you. At that moment you think you may explode. He has this look on his face full of adoration, love, and worriedness. Like you’re the most important person in the world. But you’re not. Cindy is. And so this harsh reality brings you back down to earth where life is cruel. You push past him saying nothing is wrong and that you have to get home. At this he grabs your arm turning you to face him and you melt. He has a pained look on his face as if your truth can stop him from his internal mourning.

You soften and fall into his touch as if you two were in a silent limbo. As you put your hand to his face he closes his eyes and leans into your warmth.

You look at him with so much love and he would never know. It pains you to think he isn’t yours to love. With that you whisper,

“I’m sorry….I love you”

and lean up a bit to kiss him on his cheek. His eyes flutter open and he is on the verge of tears. A few have fallen past your eyes and you smile. A pained broken smile but a smile nonetheless. He takes a gulp and right as he is about to speak when you hear Cindy calling his name out.

She’s his and he’s hers. Your smile tightens and you leave his grasp as he reaches out for you once more you leave the building and Peter thinks he may die. He’s lost you and isn’t sure anything other than you can console his grief.

The following weeks are uncomfortable. Peter is still with Cindy and while you knew the pair wouldn’t break up because of your silly feelings, a part of you hoped, dreamed he would be yours again.

You no longer sit with the pair but every once and a while look up from your current spot to feel eyes on you. Peter has a distant look while Cindy talks to him. Unaware their relationship has completely shifted. He glances at her and does a nod to indicate he is listening to her. You know his mind is elsewhere and you can’t help but feel guilty for ruining your friendship as well as his relationship.

Although you two haven’t spoken in over a month you feel just as in love with him as the day you realized. In a pathetic way you think you could love him forever with the same intensity.

The following week Peter shows up unannounced. Your mom is glad to see him and asks how May is. His response is brief before begging to know if you’re home.

When he comes into your room he is met with your tear stained face and his lip quivers. He knows he is the cause of your pain and he wants to rip his own heart out and beg you to accept it to stop your tears. Neither of you speak. Staring at each other with such intensity and so much emotion there aren’t words to put to it. He speaks first with a simple,

“We broke up.”

Your first reaction is to wrap your arms around him and sooth his back. You feel him crying into your shoulder and you allow him to go through his sadness. He cries for what feels like hours but in reality was only the length of a sitcom run. When he looks up at you from your chest with red puffy eyes he leans up and catches your lips in his own.

You feel escatic he’s finally yours. As you both pour years of loss into the kiss you pull away gasping. You don’t want him like this. You don’t want to be his rebound. You want him at his best first before you can accept his worst.

You tell him this of course and his puppy dog eyes come out faster than you’d like. He begs and grovels at your feet saying you’re all I want.

And while this is everything you want to hear it is not how you want to hear it.

“Peter I love you. I love you so much the past month was agony to be away from you but I can’t be your second choice. I won’t be. I deserve better than that and you know it,” and while you choke on your breath after speaking your truth he grabs your face in his large palms and forces you to look at him in his eyes. They show so much adoration for you and you feel as if you may take your words back but you know you must stay strong. Love mustn’t allow you to change your morals.

“I love you Y/n and I’ll wait as long as you need but I need you to know I only have eyes for you. I’ve only loved you and I only will. I’m your 100% and the reason why I came over here was because I had to let you know. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. The day you kissed me changed my life forever and opened up a new emotion I’d never felt before. When you left I wanted to die. I couldn’t stand the thought of you hurting and I’m sorry it took me to long to end this with her I just hadn’t properly come to my feelings yet but I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you because I love you,” and the way he speaks brings warmth and tightness to your chest. You kiss him once more and part with your forehead resting on his.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

Hello!! I am trying to find a Peter Parker fic if you guys could help me!!

It was about the reader kissing him because she was dared but she actually likes him but he doesn’t kiss back (because he was shocked) but later he goes to the reader and explain and they kiss.

please help me I am dying to read it again 😣

Hello! Here I am once again looking for a fic 😊 if you guys could help me, It’s about reader having a crush on Tom (tom is Cupid and reader is a worker or some like that) and she thinks he doesn’t like her because he always walks away and things like that but one day they have to work together and they talk and he asks her if she already met the love of her life and when she asks him he says I have or I know I have something like that. I’m sorry I know I don’t make sense but if this sounds familiar to anyone please help me 🙂❤️❤️

Hello! Here I am once again looking for a fic 😊 if you guys could help me, It’s about reader having a crush on Tom (tom is Cupid and reader is a worker or some like that) and she thinks he doesn’t like her because he always walks away and things like that but one day they have to work together and they talk and he asks her if she already met the love of her life and when she asks him he says I have or I know I have something like that. I’m sorry I know I don’t make sense but if this sounds familiar to anyone please help me 🙂❤️❤️

THIS IS EASILY ON MY TOP THREE OF FICS AND I HAVE READ A LOT!!! I’m thinking maybe doing a recommendation post.

Rules

pairing; tom holland x reader (college au)

words: ~17k (another long one oooops)

Tom’s got a reputation– one that you want to steer away from.  When that doesn’t go as planned, you put rules in place.  how long do those last?

warnings: swearing, crude humor, a lil bit of blood, smut, 18+ please!!, injuries, drinking, drunken shenanigans, tipsy sex 

a/n: I had a good time writing this one!!  Enjoyyy!!

It’s a Friday night like any other.  You’ve finished your classes (which included two quizzes) and done a little homework so you can sleep in tomorrow, and now that it’s almost ten, you’re draped over your friend Lily’s bed, watching her braid Meg’s hair into two tight rows.

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Hey it’s been a while but I’m looking for a fic if someone could help me actually two:

1. The first one is about Tom and reader being exes but still sleep together and once Tom has to leave for filming he tells her that they should see other people, when he comes back he says something like “I thought that’s what you wanted” or something like that.

2. Is about reader staying with the boys on quarantine and the boys believe (from rumors) that reader is only around them for fame so they star to push her aside, and after the marvel quiz Tom does he goes looking for her and she tells him how she is feeling

If you could help me I would love you eternally 💕

if you’re too shy (let me know) (pp)

inspired by this euphoria scene. peter helps his longtime crush take nudes that are meant for someone else. angst, tension, thirdwheel!peter. [0.9k]

from fighting back against his long term bully, eugene ‘flash’ thompson, to taking down giant lizards, this was probably the most life threatening, hazardous situation peter has ever gotten himself into. he should honestly be dead by now considering how long he’s been holding his breath in for.

if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975 plays in the background while he makes this assumption, soothingly and absently, as if it’s mocking peter. he almost forgets his current position. almost. peter’s on his knees in front of your bed, watching, eyes glazed over, as you reposition yourself above him.

“i feel like that’s good.” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his own that was currently holding your phone at an upward angle. “does it look real? does it look like i’m taking it?” you smiled, eyes wide and still directed at the phone camera.

peter smiles back for a moment before realising that your smile, tight, with your pearly whites exposed, wasn’t for him. no, these were for someone peter didn’t even know the name of, he tries to remember if he even bothered asking.

“maybe try to loosen up a bit, but straighten up your posture, still.” peter tries to smirk, right corner of his lip forcibly pulled up into a desperate attempt at hiding what he truly felt. what he didn’t even know he felt.

there’s something about your stare that makes peter nervous and makes him say things that he doesn’t mean. like just now— you looked perfect and the mystery man on your phone would be lucky enough to even receive one of these photos in the first place.

peter tenses at the thought, god i sound like a simp. serves you right for agreeing to do this, he thinks.

“are you okay? your hand is like— really warm.” your eyes meet his. “no- yeah, yeah, yeah. that’s good. um, maybe tilt your head down a bit.” peter suggested, his other hand that wasn’t under yours motioning at his own chin.

you hummed, muttering a “good call, that angle probably wasn’t doing it for me.” while leaning your head down a bit, eyes meeting the phone lense once again.

peter wanted to say something along the lines of ‘no angle could possibly do that.’ or ‘every angle does it for you.’ but decided against it, considering the fact that you were probably already uncomfortable.

“make me look good.” you mumbled, biting your lips subtlety for the camera. “always.” peter scoffs jokingly, desperately trying to loosen up in his awkward position.

you were in your nicest bra, a baby pink victoria secret one that you contemplated buying for a while. the dainty undergarment had a small heart shaped golden charm tied into it that produced a soft and dreamy glare in front of the camera.

meeting your own eyes in your vanity mirror, the unease finally caught up to you. “this is a really bad angle for me.” “no it isn’t, shut up.” peter murmurs back but his eyes betray his unbothered façade, quickly lifting up to yours, ready to stop the second you get uncomfortable. “how do i turn on grids on this?” peter jokes, hoping to get to see your pretty smile again.

he gets what he wants because a second later you bark out a laugh. “grids? peter this isn’t vogue.” you grin, and the nerdy joke, peter decides, was 100% worth it when he looks up and realises that your gaze is on him.

it takes a moment for him to snakily retort back.

“okay, excuse me for not making this another one of your blurry, horizontal snapchats where you can barley see anything. i’m an artist, you know. i have to hold myself up to a standard. even if they are your nudes.” peter hopes that the lighthearted joke will throw you off on how rigid he was being, and if you hadn’t been throwing your head back laughing at his sarcasm, you would’ve noticed the deep flush in his cheeks.

“you’re such a dork.” you jabbed, lifting the corners of your lips while doing so. “the baby my neighbour paid me to shoot was a better model than you.” he retorts back. and for a while, it’s intimate, the situation. it’s almost something romantic, and peter thinks it’s worth being the third wheel to you and the mystery man on your phone if it means you’re going to smile and laugh at every one of his jokes and looks.

“do you want a couple with portrait mode on?” he jokes, for what he presumes is the forth time. god, parker, give it a rest, he thinks. finally lowering your phone and exiting the camera app. his repetition doesn’t stop you from giggling. “fuck off.”

he hands your phone to you and you move to lay on your stomach, while you scroll through the photos. “wait this one actually looks like i took it.” you look up at peter, grinning. “right?” he’s still on the floor, gaze dreamy, when he replies; “yeah.”

“these are amazing. thanks, pete.” you pick out your favourite one and send it to the mystery man before getting up to put your shirt back on, feeling peter’s eyes on you the whole time.

“are you checking me out?” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. the tension between you two materialising as heat in your cheeks.

peter scoffs, “you wish.” thanking god that your shirt was over your head to miss the fact that his eyes were momentarily bulging out of his head.

peter could get used to this, to you, and the sense of intimacy that was involved in being around you.

ding!

“peter, he replied!”

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

voicemail

pairing: peter x black!reader

summary: peter listens to the voicemails you left him during the blip.

warnings: none

peter was scrolling through his phone when he saw the amount of voicemail notifications he had, he opened them and noticed every single one was from you.

he opened one and listened to it,

“peter come home, please come back, i don’t know what’s going on but everyone’s gone please come back to me please”

he feels his heart break as you plead for him to come back to you.

he opens the next one and listens again

“hey peter, steve came over today and told me what happened. it may sound stupid that i’m calling you right now becuase you obviously aren’t going to answer but this makes me feel like you’re still here, i miss you and i love you”

he opens the one from his birthday

“happy birthday peter!” you yell happily and he chuckles as the tears fall down his face “today you would have been 17. i have a birthday cake here with spider man on it, it may be a little silly but i don’t care because the cake is absolutely adorable. i just wanted to wish you a happy birthday i love you”

he listens to every single voice mail over the span of three days, he opens that last one left and listens.

“hey peter we’re hopefully going to get you back today, i’m so excited to see you. i think tony may be more excited to see you than i am but don’t tell him i told you that. i cant wait to see you and i love you so much”

peter puts his phone down and smiles knowing that over five years you never forgot him.

i have so many fic ideas going through my head for nwh

fade away - mcu!peter parker

pairing: mcu!peter parker x black!reader

summary: you never forgot peter after stranges spell but even after he promised to find you and make you remember, you did what was best for him and let him move on.

warnings: angst upon angst, heartbreak, one-sided love???, lovers to strangers sort of ???, idk what ever this is it needs a trope.

a/n: i have so many ideas for that cafe scene at the end of nwh thats it’s honestly ridiculous. i was also supposed to post this a couple days ago but life absolutely kicked my ass so it got delayed but i hope that y’all enjoy this.

the day the world forgot peter parker…

i didn’t.

i remembered every freckle on his face, his uneven nose, his chestnut hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and that little scar above his eyebrow, i remembered everything even his deepest darkest secret.

i remembered his promise, the last things he told me before he left.

“i’ll come find you and i’ll make you remember, i promise”

the words never left my mind, always on a constant loop no matter what i was doing or who i was with.

i had to continue daily life just like he did, i had to go to work and school so that i could live. no matter how hard it was to continue daily life without peter, i did it because i had to and not only was i protecting myself i was protecting him.

there were many night where i stayed up late staring at his contact in my phone, contemplating on wether i should call him or not and each time i couldn’t find the guts to do it.

everyday i walked into the same shitty café i called work, i fed the same older people who were regulars and the absolute best people ever, they made working in the cafe a lot more bearable.

i was talking to my favorite regular omie, she was an older black lady who came in every morning for a glazed donut, a french vanilla latte, and good conversation. i love talking to her, she always made the best conversations and always kept it real no matter what.

as i was talking to her i heard the bell ring “i’ll be right back with you omie” i say and she waves “don’t worry baby take all the time you need, he’s a cutie by the way” she says and i laugh before shaking my head.

i grab my pad from the counter and walk over to the register. when i look up it feels like all time had stopped, all air from my lungs had disappeared and my body went stiff.

peter was standing right in front of me with a small smile on his face, the same smile he gave me before he swung off into the distance.

“im so sorry uhm what can i get you” i say finally snapping out of my trance “no no you’re fine, can i get a black coffee please” he asks and i nod, writing it down on the pad. “would you like anything else” i ask looking up at him and he shakes his head “no thank you” he says, his smile growing.

“what’s your name” i ask and his smile falters a little and my heart drop to my stomach, “uhm peter” he says quickly and i smile at him “ok one black coffee for peter, that’ll be two dollars” i say and he hands me a five, “uhm you can keep the change” he says and i look at him “are you sure” i ask and he smiles and nods.

“ill have your coffee ready in a minute” i say and he nods. i walk over to the machine and i grab the pot and pour his coffee in a cup, i grab a top and make sure it’s secure before putting a sleeve on it.

i walk up to the counter “black coffee for peter” i say and he smiles before walking up to the counter. “thanks” he beams as he grabs the coffee, “you’re welcome have a good day peter” i say with a smile and he nods before walking out of the cafe.

i watch as he walks down the street and my heart shatters in my chest “there’s a story there” i hear omie’s a familiar voice fill my ears and i look up “between you and that boy there’s a story” she inquires with her chin resting on her head.

“i don’t know what happened or what the story is but what i do know is that boy still loves you and you still love him” she says and i smile as a tear falls down my cheek. “i love him so much but what i’m doing is to protect him” i express and she nods.

“you’re such a good person baby and you’re holding yourself back from love, you sitting here and watching him fade away because you’re protecting him, if anything you’re hurting the both of you” she explains and i sigh “y/n i know your hurting, i can see it and he’s hurt too, it was written all over that boys face y/n, behind that smile he’s hurting too” she explains and the tears just keep coming.

“like i said i don’t know the whole story but he’s lonely in a world full of people and so are you, you need someone and he needs someone too” she continues finishes and i’m wiping all of my tears with dry, scratchy napkins from behind the counter.

“jesus” i mutter as i continue to wipe my tears, thankfully we’re the only ones in the café “that was a lot but i needed to hear it, thank you omie” i thank with a nod.

“of course baby, now i have bingo with the girls but i’ll see you tomorrow at the same time” she says as she gets out of her chair, she grabs my hand and gently squeezes it with a smile before walking out of the café with her walker.

after omie leaves the cafe is very empty, a few people walk by and no one really comes in. the owner tells me to close early so i do, as i’m cleaning up i see a line of police cars speeding down the street and i know that peter isn’t far behind.

i fish down in my pocket and grab my phone, i unlock it and find peters contact. i stare at it for a minute, my figure hovering over the call button. i press it and like i expected it goes straight to voicemail line it did when we were together.

“hey pete, i know you are out their saving the city but if we could meet up and my job tomorrow uhm and talk i’m not working so we won’t be interrupted, if not that’s fine but that’s all uhm good bye”

Omg! I love it soo much! I love how well written it is! and how nice and cute Peter is! and this puppy! awwww! This was AMAZING! Thank you so much for your participation.

~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️ 

A good deed - Peter Parker drabble

Summary: Peter was set for a meeting with Tony. But something dragged him out of his way there..

A/N: Hi. I’ve made this drabble for @thepaperpanda writing challenge. It’s my first attempt since long time, so sorry for any mistakes!

Words: 615

Peter was walking down the alley in the Central Park being happy like never before.

He had to meet with his mentor, Mr Stark, for their weekly training.

Peter was prepared. Ok, last time be failed a bit by screwing up on the entire line. But it was not his fault! It was Tony who gave him wrong building plans. Or maybe he read them wrong? Nevermind!

It wasn’t important at the moment.

Peter continued his walk whistling happily. It was until he spotted some movement in a nearby bushes.

He stopped and first looked around. But he saw no one suspicious. Frowning, Peter headed straight into bushes direction. He got even more confused when he heard some strange noises.

Peter got at the spot and crouched. His spider-sense was tingling at the base of his skull, alerting him to possible danger.

With little hesitation and caution, Peter reached and moved several branches to the side.

What a relief he experienced when he saw, that a small puppy was stuck between the bushes.

“Oh, hi there, pup!” A bright smile crawled onto Peter’s lips.

He slipped hands between the branches and aa carefully as it was possible pulled few of them up.

“Come here, buddy,” Peter took the puppy in his hands and pulled little dog out of its ‘trap’.

Spidey put puppy on the grass and looked over it.

But puppy galloped right through the next bushes right into the arenaceous alley. Then without a backward glance dog ran off to sniff all the trees and lampposts along the way.

“Hey! Little one!” Peter ran after the puppy and on the last moment he caught dog and pulled it up. “Hey! No! First we gotta find your owner, mate. I see you have a collar, lemme check…”

Puppy barked happily waving its tail and bit Parker’s hand.

“Hey!” Peter laughed softly checking the charm at the collar. “So your name is Jack and you live kinda near from here..” Peter muttered. “I’ll bring you home, Jack. But don’t bite me, you little fugitive,” he laughed sortly while puppy was waving its tail still trying to bite Peter’s fingers with its little sharp fangs.

On his way at the address from puppy’s collar, Peter got a text from Tony.

[TONY: Where R U Peter?]

Parker sighed and sat at the nearest bench. He texted back.

[Gonna be late, gotta do something first. Wait 4 me.]

Peter got up and with a puppy under his arm, he headed to one of the skyscrapers.

Puppy was still trying to get out of Peter’s grasp squeaking quietly.

“Hush, Jack, no one is hurting you, mate,” Peter rubbed dog’s back. It helped because puppy licked top of Parker’s palm barking happily again.

When Peter arrived on the 9th floor, he walked to the flat number 890 and he knocked few times.

Door has been opened by a little girl in a pink dress.

“Hello?” she whispered quietly.

“Hi!” Peter sent her a smile. “I think this little gentleman belongs to you.”

Parker pulled puppy from under his jacket and handled it to the girl.

Her chin trembled and she sobbed loudly. Few tears fell down on her dress.

“Me and my mummy were looking for Jack! He got lost few hours ago! Oh, Jack!” She grabbed puppy and hugged him tight to her little chest. “Thank you, Sir! Thank you for your help! Mummy! Mummy! Jack’s back!”

Girl ran inside the flat leaving door open. When she and her mother came back, there was no one in front of the door.

Peter was walking down the street whistling happily and smiling. At least he made a little good deed.

Awwww! Nice, cute and well-written story, I love it! Thank you so much for your participation. ~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️

Remarkable student | Peter Parker x reader drabble

@thepaperpanda

Summary: Peter’s writing math exam when his sense tingled. What will he do?

Words: 693

Peter Parker was about passing his exam.

Sitting in the classroom, he was reading the content of the task from mathematics. He was perfectly prepared to this exam, Pater has learnt a lot for last few weeks, just to score a good grade.

Everything was going by his predictions, by the time.

When he felt familiar tingle in his stomach, he realized within second something was going wrong nearby.

Shyly, Peter raised his hand up in the air asking if he can leave to bathroom. His teacher threw him a suspicious glance but agreed letting him leave.

Peter went out of the room and looked around checking if he was alone. When he made sure it was like this, he ran straight to emergency exit and sneaked out of the building.

His spider-sense led him straight into school’s backyard.

Peter found out that three overgrown guys were bullying you, a younger girl from his school and it drove him mad. He good knew how it’s when you’re too weak to say ‘no’ when others are torment you both mentally and physically.

“Hey! You!” He yelled running toward them. “Leave her alone, assholes!”

One of the ruffians looked at them laughing.

“Go away, kiddo. We have some serious stuff here. Go back to the sandpit!”

It didn’t make any impression on Peter. Tony Stark has learnt him to not give up, even when the case seems to be tough.

“I said LET HER GO.” Peter repeated firmly getting ready to attack.

“Are you deaf?!” Guy rushed toward Peter ordering his men to keep you in the place.

He swung the blow into Peter’s stomach, but Parker used his quick reflex to avoid it.

Peter grabbed man by his arms and made a flip above his back pulling him behind, so man was pinned down to the ground.

Peter put his foot on man’s chest.

“Don’t ever again try to bully anyone.”

The two men who were standing behind you rushed toward Peter to help their friend.

“You’re dead!” One of the yelled jumping on Peter.

Young man made a jink crouching, and undercut the legs of the man sending him straight on the ground.

“What the hell!?” third dude blinked stopping in the place and taking step back. “Who the hell are you!?”

“Your worst nightmare!” Peter smiled wryly.

Guys got up quickly and ran away leaving Peter with you.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Parker asked approaching you and reaching hand to you.

“Thank you” you grabbed offered hand and rose from the sidewalk. “Thank you. They bully me since a while. And I’ve never done anything to them” you explained shortly sighing.

“I bet you haven’t” Peter nodded raising your backpack and handling it to you. “Go home and rest. And don’t worry. I know a remarkable person who will kick their asses more if they will not leave you alone” he winked at you.

You took backpack and said bye to Peter, then you quickly left in the direction of bus stop.

But you stopped after few steps.

“Thank you for saving me” you smiled at him smoothing your shirt.

He smiled at you too nodding.

Peter looked at a watch on his wrist and ran back to the school building. He had still 7 minutes to pass his exam.

He got to the classroom and took his place coming back to solving tasks.

Few minutes later the bell rang declaring the end of the lesson. Peter sighed and rose from his chair with test in his hand, like others he came to teacher’s desk and put the piece of paper down hoping he had enough time to solve everything correctly.

A week later his teacher was about gave tests back.

“This one you all have left me down. Exam went pretty petty” professor sighed sadly slowly approaching Parker’s desk and putting his exam on the counter. “But you, Peter… Once again you have surprised me. A-”.

Peter smiled and thanked looking at the window. He was sure now that he can easily combine being a secretly hero with being an ordinary student. And he was sure Mr Stark will be proud.