#peter parker is a little shit
Tony: You have to stop getting shot, kid!
Peter: … it be like that sometimes
Tony:NO.
Ever wondered how Aunt May adjusted to Peter’s Spideriness (yes, with a capital S) after Homecoming?
6 am in the morning
May: *goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water*
Peter: Oh hey Aunt May, good morning!
May: *still half asleep turns around to greet Peter* Good Morning Pe- wait *looks around* wha-
Peter: *sitting on the ceiling eauting dried cereal* Up here, May.
May: WHAT THE FU-
Deadpool: you’re lucky you can die, spidey you don-
Peter: bold of you to assume i want to live
Deadpool:
Peter:
Deadpool: is that a gen z thing?
Peter: … maybe
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Peter&Shuri:YEET
Tony: I regret…
T'challa: *ignores everything*
Spiderman: That’s a crazy idea
Spiderman:Insane
Spiderman: It doesn’t make sense
Deadpool: You’ll do it?
Spiderman: Of course.
Tony: Have you no self-preservation, kid?
Pepper, Rhodey, and May, looking at Tony, eyebrows raised and crossed arms : You’re one to talk.
Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)
Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?
hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.
Word Count: 5046
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.
Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.
It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.
It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.
He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.
You just wish he would look at you that way.
Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.
“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.
Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.
You shake out of the memory looking at your group,
“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.
Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.
♡⊰ i will not write graphic smut but i will write implications of it/suggestive concepts, and heavy makeout scenes. some works will be tagged nsfw if they include these! that being said, angst and fluff are on the table, i specialize in angst! i cannot promise that i will get to your request right away, but i will certainly get to it at some point. i am allowed to deny requests, it is my right as the author. i can write au’s if you request as well and give me a bit of information on it :D
♡⊰ here are characters/fandoms i’ll write for:
▹peter parker (mcu, tasm.)
▹ matthew murdock (marvel)
▹c!wilbur (dsmp)
▹c!dream (dsmp)
▹any character from the above mentioned fandoms! they may be incredibly ooc but i will try my absolute hardest!
☾⊰ thank u for reading and hope to see ur requests soon <3
liar, liar. - p.p
in which peter knows he’s fucked up.
hi! i’m lovebug and this is my first peter fic on tumblr. my requests and asks are open, hope you enjoy reading <33
“Hey Pete, uh, can you call me back when you get this? I just wanna know you’re okay.” You paced around your room, throwing your phone down on the bed when you were sent to voicemail, again.
Peter said he’d stop by over an hour ago. He wasn’t answering his phone and you were getting nervous.
You picked up your phone, finger hovering over the call button. Peter had given you Stark’s head of security’s number just in case. For emergencies only.
And Peter not answering his phone and not showing up when he need to was an emergency.
The phone rang once, twice, three times before it clicked and a voice said, “Hello, Happy Hogan speaking. Who’s this?”
“Hey, uh, this is Peter’s Partner. Parker. Uh, Peter Parker’s partner. I was wondering if you, maybe, uh if you maybe knew where he was?” You cracked a small grin at the use of the three p’s, and the phone went silent, you couldn’t hear the background static. They were muted while you were standing here worried sick out of your fucking mind.
“God you’re just like him.” You assumed he was talking about the rambling and as much as Peter sometimes annoyed you, you’d do anything to hear him rambling about some science bullshit right now. “Uh the kid left awhile ago. maybe like two or three hours. Sorry.”
Your heart dropped. “Are you sure? He- he said- he told me he’d left like- an hour and a half ago and he was on his way from Stark Tower are you sure?”
“I’m positive kiddo. If you’ll excuse me I have something to do. Try calling his cell maybe?”
“I-I will. Thanks.”
“No problem. Stay safe.” The phone clicked and you were left sitting on your bed worried out of your mind.
You called Peter again, your nails rising to your mouth as you bit them off, one with each ring.
“Hi! This is Peter’s voicemail! Sorry i couldn’t-“ You hung up again, slamming your phone on the bed with frustration.
“God Peter where the fuck are you-“ Your phone rang and you scrambled to flip it around, Peter’s contact information lighting up the screen.
“Hello?” Your boyfriend’s voice was like music to your ears, and you felt all your worries drain off of you. He sounded- out of breath? Maybe? And there was a lot of wind but god he was alive.
“God Parker-“ you sniffled, wiping back the tears. “Where the fuck have you been?”
“I’m sorry!” He yelped, there was an indiscernible noise and you heard him swear under his breath. “I got caught up at the lab I’m on my way right now I swear.”
“Bullshit Parker! I called Happy Hogan, the guy’s number you gave me because I was worried sick. And he said you left three fucking hours ago. Where have you been?” You barked into the phone and Peter’s apologies stopped and so did the wind.
“You called Happy?” He was oddly serious. “What did he tell you?”
“He told me you left the tower three hours ago Peter. Why are you so worried? What are you keeping from me?” You cried, and Peter felt his heart break a little. You didn’t know but he was at the top of a building right now talking to you, and if all went the way he wanted to, you’d never know.
“Okay i’ll be there soon.” And he hung up.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, your leg bouncing and you tried to listen to music to attempt to calm yourself down.
Peter arrived at your door a couple moments later, winded and out of breath and you stood at the door to your apartment, holding it open but not letting him in.
“Hi darling- I-“ He leaned in for a kiss and you pulled back, and you saw the hurt bloom across his face.
“Don’t hi darling me, Parker. Where the fuck have you been?”
“I told you I was at the tower, I don’t know why Happy told you i wasn’tt-“ He was breathing heavily and his shoes were tapping, and it ticked you off that he was nervous.
“Why are you nervous then?” Your voice was smooth and calm and Peter knew he was fucked. But for your safety, he couldn’t tell you where he was.
“I’m not!” His voice cracked and you laughed dryly.
“You pick up the phone when you’re at the tower, and you didn’t this time.” You looked at him square in the eyes.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you want from me!“ He threw his hands in the air.
You both stood in silence, before you spoke.
“Peter I-“ You started, and he cut you off almost immediately.
“Don’t- don’t do this. Not right now, not ever, please. I’m sorry I missed a couple dates-“
“A couple? You’ve missed 5 Peter. You’ve missed 5 and you’ve missed countless hangouts. You’re hiding things from me, and you’re acting like I don’t even exist.” Your frame shrunk away from the door and Peter scrambled to pull you as close as he could, but you braced your hands on his shoulder and pushed him off, with no resistance from him.
He knew he’d lost.
“If you- if you can’t be honest with me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together Peter.” You whispered and you swore you saw a part of Peter break.
“I- please. I’m sorry. Just give me another chance, I’m sorry, I love you. I do, please-“ He was begging at your door, tears pooling in both of your eyes.
“Peter please just leave. You’re humiliating yourself.” You spoke softly, because you feared if you spoke any louder you’d start crying and you didn’t want Peter to see that you’d miss him.
Peter stopped begging, his breathing still erratic and his chest rising and heaving. He wasn’t going to put you in danger. He’d rather not have you than have you in danger.
“Okay.” he sniffled. “Okay. Okay, I’m going. I’m sorry.” He spoke and tried to make his voice leveled but it was obvious he couldn’t.
And so Peter walked away from the door, and you closed it, locking it, and as soon as you were sure he was gone you climbed into bed without another word and cried.
Peter climbed into his own window, the tears just streaming down his face and he didn’t even wipe them as he changed and laid down, cursing himself and his desire to keep you safe.
Happy was right. The man once told him you couldn’t be a hero and be in love. it was one or the other.
And Peter had wrongly chosen.
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