So High

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking!!!

Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright

Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.

You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.

You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.

You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”

You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.

“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.

He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.

“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.

He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.

“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.

“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.

“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”

“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.

You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.

The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.

He smirks when he catches you staring.

“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes

as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

He passes the blunt back to you.

“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.

You shrug, in similar fashion to him.

“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”

Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”

You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.

“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.

Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.

And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.

He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.

He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.

And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.

“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”

Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.

“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.

“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.

“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.

“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.

“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.

Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.

“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.

“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.

Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.

Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.

You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.

He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.

“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.

You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.

You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.

“I like getting high with you”

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in honor of the trailer love u

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~ even heroes need breaks ~

peter parker + letter H from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous

• pairing:peter parker x reader
• theme:hurt/comfort
• warnings:minor feelings of neglect
• fandom:marvel

Peter Parker was a busy guy. Not only was he juggling school and helping his aunt out but he also had a side job that only a few people knew about. That side job being that he was the local web slinger that all of New York knew about, Spider-Man.

Because of how much time Peter had to dedicate to being a superhero, not only was he overworking himself but he was neglecting you. When you first started feeling lonely you didn’t bring it up, feeling guilty for demanding Peter’s time when he was busy saving others. However as of late it was becoming unbearable.

Recently you finally broke down. You and Peter were sitting on one of New York’s many rooftops. Peter offhandedly mentioned how it’s been a while since the two of you got to hang out like this and that’s when it slipped out. “Yeah, I missed you. I thought you forgot about me for a second”.

Blinking in surprise, Peter asked what you meant by that last part. Immediately you wanted to hit yourself for your loose lips. Hesitating, you weren’t sure whether or not you should vent or not but the longer Peter stares at you, the more you feel like you need to speak your mind.

“It’s not that I just miss you because you’re always Spider-Man” you confess, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie that you borrowed from Peter. “I also worry that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Heroes deserve breaks too, you know?”.

This must have been the first time Peter realized that you were feeling this way. He thought that his efforts were only exhausting himself but now it was clear that he was not only hurting himself but you too.

You can tell that there’s guilt rising in Peter’s chest. Before you can take back what you said Peter’s shifting toward you to give you a hug. “You’re right,” Peter sighs. “I should take some time off. Would you spend it with me?”.

A soft smile forms on your lips at that. “Of course I will”.

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 5178

Warnings: none! wait I may have sworn once. and there’s a mini fight but zero descriptions of anything

Notes: Whole lotta filler because I have big plans for the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, was super busy again this week and just wasn’t feeling the writing thing at first. As always, though, I hope you enjoy and please be sure to leave me any thoughts/comments/questions/etc.!! Thank you all for reading :)

Summary: Ned informs Peter of just how whipped he is, but he panics as Harry comes back into the picture. Lucky for you, Tony and Pepper are there to save the day with some relationship advice.

The cafeteria slowly filled with students arriving from their classes. The lunch line grew longer and longer, but Ned and Peter were lucky to get out of class early and be some of the first in line. Ned looked around manically as he and Peter plopped down at their usual table, relieved when he didn’t see you and MJ yet.

“Peter, I have to tell you something that happened at the dance after you left.”

“What, people danced? You guys said it was boring.”

“It was,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “But Y/N said something before she followed you.”

“Oh yeah, and weren’t you supposed to keep her there? And not let her follow me?”

“Ok, ok, sure. But you’re going to freak when you find out why I let her go!”

“Out with it, Ned! No need to make this suspenseful.”

“Oh, like you guys aren’t weird and secretive already. Listen, she was trying to get me to let her go and I kept saying no and she was so worried about you getting hurt. She had this look in her eyes and was so insanely concerned, so I asked her straight up if she liked you. She—”

“Youwhat?”

“She acted all confused and stutter-y at first, but I just knew it was fake. So, I told her that you’d be relieved to find out she liked you, too.”

“TOO?”

“Uh, yeah? But she literally inflated in front of my eyes. She—”

“Ned, oh my gosh.”

“It’s like I’m your love life guy in the chair!”

“Ned! I have to tell you something about that night too. About the battle and stuff.” Ned leaned in as if about to hear an age-old story about his great ancestors. “First of all, when she found me, she was shaking and literally crashed into me with a hug. And then when I was having to go keep fighting, she was so worried because I almost got crushed by a building—"

“ABUILDING?”

“Yeah? I got out. Anyway, she was nearly crying with worry and I wiped a few of her tears away. And just held her and she held my hand. And then later when she blacked out—”

“SheBLACKED OUT?”

“NED! Quiet! She blacked out because she was falling out of the sky as dead weight because the Vulture inactivated her suit somehow. And when she fell…I felt so much pain. I thought I lost her again…I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered, reflecting on the struggle that night on the beach. “When I felt her pulse, I could breathe again and I didn’t want to let go. But she was still worried about me.”

“Woah. How’d you leave it?”

“OH! So, the next day? Ned. I told her I wish I had taken her to homecoming. Technically she heard me say it under my breath, but whatever. You know what she did? She kissed my cheek. I couldn’t move. I’m so lame…freaking out about a hug basically…”

“Dude. You are SO whipped.” “Who’s whipped?” You and MJ tossed your lunches onto the table next to the boys, more interested in teasing them than you were in their gossip.

“Peter is!” Ned blurted before Peter kicked him underneath the table.

“Oh,” you muttered, visibly sinking in your seat. Peter’s own face dropped as you stared down at your food, poking around with disinterest.

“For who?”

“A…a girl,” Peter answered, not wanting to give an honest answer to MJ’s question but definitely noting your reaction.

“Good to know. But, you know, if it was a boy, like Ned, you could tell us those things. That’s what friends are for,” MJ said, lips curling up in a smirk. Peter tried to argue but Harry walked up to the group and cut him off.

He sat down next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders as he started talking. “So you’re Tony Stark’s daughter?”

“Adopted, but…yeah,” you responded, tensing under his wing. After the press conference, the whole school obviously found out about your identity. Flash lost his mind and blew up your phone – no surprise there – but so far school had otherwise been normal. A few questions, lots of stares, and a few more people willing to talk to you. Nothing that mattered to you, though.

“Right, right. But that’s

where you had to go Saturday night? Because you were fighting a huge battle and saving the city?”

“I…I guess?”

“Ok. That’s pretty amazing. I forgive you.”

“Forgive me?”

“Yeah! It hurt when you left but I totally understand it all now,” Harry explained, offering a sweet smile as you and your friends stared blankly back at him. “So, since our first date got screwed up, I was wondering if you’d like to try again sometime? Maybe…Friday night?”

You blinked hard and your eyebrows furrowed as you processed what he said. “Date?”

“Yeah! You know, like I’ll come pick you up and we could grab dinner.”

“I…uh…I,” you sputtered, looking to your friends like a silent plea for help. MJ had little reaction to the conversation, especially in comparison to Ned and Peter. Ned looked as if he had just watched his favorite Star Wars character die and Peter watched with concerned eyebrows over glossy puppy-dog eyes. Peter’s expression didn’t waver as you held his gaze, a whirlwind of moments returning to your mind. You flashed back to meeting Peter for the first time, to thinking he hated you, to when he hugged you for the first time as you left his apartment after studying all day together. You thought about the gala and about watching Star Wars afterward and falling asleep on his shoulder; about him trusting you during the fight in Germany. You remembered him being there you when you felt most alone and about waking up in his arms, warm and happy and safe. You felt the heat from the fires as you thought of the fear you felt for each other in the fight against the Vulture on the beach, and the honest conversation you had the next morning. Peter was…Peter.Harry…wasn’t. “So? Whaddaya say?” Harry asked again, poking your shoulder. “Pick you up at seven?”

You blinked, forcing yourself out of your distracted trance and back to the conversation at hand. “I…I have to ask.”

“Ask what? Who?”

“I have to ask…Tony. And Pepper. I…I don’t know if they have rules about this or if I have training then or something.”

“Huh. I mean, seems a little weird that you’d have to ask for permission, but ok. Just…text me when you know, I guess.”

He walked off shaking his head, his friends instantly surrounding him and asking him what you said. They looked back at you, eyebrows pressed together in simultaneous confusion and judgement. At your table, everyone returned to eating, though this time in uncomfortable silence. Peter watched you stare at your tray, pushing food around your tray without taking a bite. Though he hadn’t wanted you to say yes, seeing you weighed down by an internal struggle didn’t make him feel any better.

None of your classes the rest of the day could pull your attention away from the thoughts and emotions swirling within you. Putting the feelings going through your head into words and saying them out loud was even scarier than the thought of having to reject someone to their face. Either way, you were going to have to be vulnerable to someone, and that sounded terrifying.

You quietly sat through your remaining lectures with your head buried in your notes as your friends looked on. They could all tell you were uncomfortable – it wasn’t hard to see – but Ned and MJ didn’t understand it like Peter. He eyed you sitting in front of him in one class, his own memories returning to all the times you spent together. Most recently, he felt your hand on his shoulder and lips on his cheek from just days earlier, a moment he clung to for hope that you might like him half as much as he liked you.

As the last bell finally rang, you nearly sprinted off campus and into Happy’s car. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to figure this out alone, you texted Tony and Pepper for back-up. Hoping you had finally come to your senses, they scurried to the common area to meet you as you arrived, and the three of you sat down at the table together to talk.

“I don’t know how I got here,” you explained after telling them just about everything. You left out a few details you weren’t sure about, including Peter’s name. The last thing you needed was Tony running around the compound screaming that he was a teenage matchmaker. “I didn’t know anyone my age a few weeks ago, and now I’m the stupid girl stuck between two boys.”

“No, you’re the smartgirlstupidly stuck between two boys.” You quirked a brow at Tony’s clarification and he explained further. “You’re smart, but the answer here is obvious. Right? I mean, Pe—”

Pepper elbowed him harshly and he shut up. “I know it’s a hard thing you’re going through. As scary as it is, I think you need to talk to the boy you like. Especially if you know you like him better than Harry.”

“How do I bring that up? And not run away?”

“You see him all the time. He practically lives here—”

“Tony!”

“He does!”

“You…you know?” Your voice squeaked with bubbling embarrassment. Pepper and Tony looked to each other, pushing down laughter and instead settling for teasing smiles as they faced you again.

“You weren’t exactly great at hiding it, sweetheart,” Pepper teased, “but don’t worry. Peter is even more obvious, I promise.”

“He won’t stop talking about you! We go down to the lab to work and he’s all ‘Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! Y/N did this, Y/N is so great, Y/N Y/N Y/N.”

“Oh my gosh—”

“In all seriousness, though, you should just talk to him, kiddo,” Tony tapped your hands that you now pressed against your hot face.

“Hey Mr. Stark—oh.” Peter stood at the top of the stairs leading into the common area, backpack draped over his suit and mask clenched in one hand at his side. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Actually, great timing, Pete! We were just—”

“—Just about to go down to the lab, right?” Pepper jumped in to cover for you. “You were telling me about working on the new suit.”

Tony rolled his eyes at Pepper but grinned as he looked back to you and Peter. “I suppose I was. Let’s go to work.”

Down in the lab, Tony had FRIDAY wheel out the Iron Spider suit. Though he had seen it before, Peter couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. And he didn’t even know the best part.

“Wanna do the honors?” Tony prompted you, a hand on your shoulder as Peter continued to marvel at the suit. You walked up to it and smiled back at the two boys before reaching up to press the spider on the suit’s chest. It immediately retracted into the right web shooter, which fell into Dum-E’s grasp stretched out below. You picked it up and tossed it to Peter, who was still zoned out but thankfully returned to earth as his spidey senses alerted him to the object lobbed toward his face. He looked back at you and Tony, still silent, and Tony nodded with encouragement to try it on.

The web shooters fit as well as they always had and molded quickly to his wrist. Like on your suit, he then pressed the inside of the web shooter where he’d take his pulse and the suit started snapping on to his body, expanding all from that web shooter. Lastly, it covered his dropped jaw and the eyes expanded to mirror his.

“This is…woah.”

Tony explained a few of the new tricks but it was you who suggested he learn about its hidden feature. Because it was activated with neural impulses, you told Peter to think about having an extra set of hands to help. Or legs, you joked, snickering at Tony despite Peter not getting the joke.

It took him a second being the first time, but the legs suddenly snapped out and expanded just like the rest of the suit had. The four legs hovered behind Peter to wait for another neural impulse to direct them, but Peter once again found himself in complete awe.

“What are these?”

“Legs.”

“No, but like…what arethey?”

“They’re literally extra legs. They can fight and move you around or help you climb walls or whatever your heart desires,” you rambled, shoulders tensing as you realized what you said. Peter just nodded, however, too caught up in the new legs sprawling out from his back. Testing it out for a few minutes turned into trying some challenge maneuvers. Whereas last time you tested a new suit in the lab with Peter you were just tossing kickballs up into the air, this time you tossed the balls into the air for him to retrieve while some of Tony’s older suits tried to knock him down.

Wanting to get more comfortable in your own suit, you pressed down the bracelets on your wrist. The nanotech suit quickly spread over your own body until the mask clicked on to your face, lighting up the eyes and arc reactor. Tony took over tossing kickballs while you lifted into the air, surprising Peter by flying toward him while he dodged a punch from another suit. The legs pushed him off the wall and he somersaulted in the air before landing in his classic spidey stance. You landed opposite him in Tony’s classic stance, fist punching down into the ground in a lunge.

Both of your masks recoiled from your faces and the two of you stood up, moving to talk to Tony to decide what to test next. On the lab bench, your phone rang – which was weird given that the two people that normally called you were in the lab with you – and you left the conversation to answer it.

“Oh, hi Harry,” you answered as you pressed the phone to your ear, gesturing toward the door and stepping out while your suit compressed itself. Peter watched you step out of the room, eyes following you even as you paced in the hallway on the other side of the glass wall. His shoulders drooped and Tony put his arm around Peter, steering him away from the glass.

“Still pining, huh?”

Peter stopped walking and sighed; Tony stood in front of him with a quirked brow. “She likes someone else. He asked her on a date today and she’s talking to him right now. I can’t get between them.”

“She told me what happened. Trust me, though – there’s nothing to get between.”

“How do you know?” Peter shrugged, thinking back to what Ned said. “I mean, my friend thinks she likes me, and we’ve gotten really, really close but I just…I don’t know for sure.”

“Do you remember when I came to meet you for the first time in your apartment and – being the total dweeb that you are – you told me you couldn’t go to Germany because you had homework?”

“Yes…”

“And then do you remember how you trusted me and trusted your Spider-Man powers and took a leap to fight the Avengers?”

“Yes, but it’s different—”

“But it’s not. It’s a quick bit of courage and then common sense takes care of the rest. You have to trust what you’re feeling. What are you feeling?”

“Ifeel like I really like her. A lot. Every time—”

“NOPE. I don’t need details. You two are happy when you’re together and I trust you, so that’s enough for me. Like I told her about you, just talk. To each other.”

The glass door swung back open behind them and you walked in still tapping on your phone.

“Wait, Mr. Stark, you talked to her about me?”

“Justtalk, ok?” He whipped around to you. “Anything crazy?”

“Nothing, thankfully.”

You tossed yourself onto a stool at the lab bench where you were working as Peter suited back up, asking Tony to run a few more practice trials. Tony had to repeatedly slow him down as he ran through drill after drill until the motions were nearly mastered. Tony groaned every time Peter asked for a re-do while you watched from the side and chuckled, the noise they made thoroughly distracting you from the homework in front of you.

From across the room, Tony met your gaze and raised his eyebrows, a silent inquiry into what you said on the phone call. “I turned him down,” you mouthed quietly back, and Tony smiled warmly and winked before returning his attention to Peter. You looked to Peter, too, amazed by how effortlessly he used the extensions of the suit despite just using them for the first time.

Though Peter didn’t bring it up at school that week, he constantly thought about Tony’s advice. That said, you didn’t bring it up, either, and had all the same chances to do so. Peter’s skin crawled whenever Harry tried to talk to you throughout the week, but what he didn’t know was that you didn’t like it, either.

Finally, that Friday afternoon, Peter swung around the city on patrol when he spotted a bank robbery. Climbing in through the vents until he hung from the ceiling to scout it out, he counted 12 armed thieves. Even with his new high-tech suit, he decided, this was more than he should take on alone for a casual patrol night. He didn’t want to call Tony, though, and sound any more like a baby Avenger than he knew he already did. So, he called you.

Seeing Peter’s name pop up on your phone wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He called while swinging around the city on occasion and you loved talking to him, so you never turned down one of his calls.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, Pete…why are you whispering?”

“I’m in a bit of a sticky situation and am wondering if I can request backup?”

“You shoot web fluid, Pete. You’re always in a sticky situation.”

“Ok, yeah. Puns aside, I really do need help, please!”

“What’s up?”

“I’m currently on the ceiling of the Queens County Savings Bank on 188th and there are 12 people with guns. I could do it…of course…but just want to be safe, you know…”

“Peter Parker! That is too many! I’m flying over now; don’t you dare move a muscle.”

“Thanks,May.”

“Shut up, dumbass. Don’t hang up.” The robbers cracked into the safe in the back, starting to pull out wad after wad of cash while the alarm blared throughout the strip mall. “Ok, I’m here!”

Peter had no idea how you flew so fast but shot out webs at two of the weapons as you flew through the shattered glass at the front of the store, knocking out their two guards on your way in. Peter webbed the two weapons to the wall before slingshotting himself toward the now-unarmed men, simultaneously punching both with knock-out blows. Behind him, you armed your repulsors, hitting thief after thief as they tried to run away. Focused on nabbing weapons, Peter didn’t see as one of the remaining robbers pointed his gun right at him. Alerted by FRIDAY to his danger, you jumped in between the gunman and Peter and activated your shield. It shot out in all directions to protect you both as bullets rained down. Now aware of the attacker, Peter hopped over the shield and yanked the weapon into the air before slamming it down on the robber’s head. Five people remained now, and you looked at Peter for half a second as if to agree on a plan before finishing the job. While FRIDAY called the police, you worked to corner the stragglers so that Peter could web them up.

The sun set slowly on the horizon as you walked out of the bank casually with Peter, both of you still in your suits. You were shoulder to shoulder, occasionally bumping together even though you blamed it on the shoulders of your iron suit being wider than what you were used to. Sirens of police cars wailed as they approached the bank but even that didn’t overshadow the much-needed conversation hanging in the air.

“Hey, Pete?”

The hesitation in your voice brought ice to his veins. “Yeah?”

“Are…are you done with patrols for the night?”

“Oh!” A small part of him sank with relief, though most of him wished the conversation would just happen so he could get the admitting part over with. “Uh, I haven’t decided. I haven’t sensed any more crime nearby but normally just swing around for a bit.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Why?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Aw, come on!” He nudged his shoulder into you as the two of you walked further from the bank. “What is it?”

“Well, I was going to ask…if you’re done for the night, we could go watch a movie at the compound if you want,” you spit out. “We could actually watch the next Star Wars without me falling asleep…or something.”

“Oh! Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Are you sure? You don’t need to patrol?”

He thought about the times when he turned Ned down to hang out because of patrols and other Spider-Man duties, feeling bad about turning down his friend. He couldn’t imagine saying no to spending time with you, though. “Y-yeah! I haven’t had a night off this week and we haven’t hung out in a while, either.”

“We fought together all last weekend, spent the whole week together at school, and you were at the compound a ton playing with the iron spider suit. We were together most of the week, Pete.”

“Oh. Well, yeah. But when’s the last time we hung out not as superheroes or future genius students?”

“Was it when I screamed at you a lot while we played Mario Kart and then fell asleep on you?” Your shoulders caved forward as you thought to what had happened next. “And then woke up to the Accords…”

Your eyes darted down to the ground and Peter followed, remembering how tough that had been on you. He also knew you were still concerned about Steve and the others having not yet returned; you missed your training buddy.

“Hey,” he offered, casually setting his arm around your still-iron shoulders. “It’s not like that’s going to happen every time we hang out.”

“I know,” you snorted, straightening back up and shouldering him teasingly.

“But you thought about it! Now I think I have to come over so you don’t associate me with horrible things happening.”

With your iron suit being a much faster way to travel, you lifted into the air with a smile while Peter shot a web to your suit to fly in your wake.

You touched down on the lawn of the compound, Peter landing nearby with a somersault. Both of you pressed your chests – the arc reactor for you and spider for Peter – and your suits retracted as you got inside and headed toward the common room.

Tony, standing in the kitchen, saw the two of you approach and bolted out before he could be seen, for once not wanting to intervene. You plopped down the couch and asked FRIDAY to pull up the next Star Wars movie. As the intro rolled up the screen, the couch buzzed and you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Harry: What’s up?

You sighed, not wanting to reply but also not wanting to be rude.

You: Watching a movie at home!

You slid the phone away, hoping the message wasn’t cold but also that it wasn’t warm enough that he wouldn’t keep replying. Sure enough, the phone buzzed again almost immediately. The message didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, of course, who turned to see the phone screen illuminating a frown creasing your face. You quickly shoved the phone away without replying, but it was only seconds later that the phone buzzed repeatedly to indicate an incoming call.

Peter paused the movie, peering over at you rolling your eyes and groaning at the screen once again. Even from where he sat across the couch, Peter could see that the screen had Harry’s name on it. He didn’t know what to make of it – you seemed annoyed, but then again, it was the boy you had gone to homecoming with. For the beginning, at least.

You pressed your phone back into the couch and looked back up at the screen only to see it was paused. The phone kept buzzing on the seat next to you, now face down. You wanted nothing more than for it to stop so you could get on with the movie.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“No.”

“You…you don’t want to talk to him?” Peter couldn’t resist the urge to ask. “Isn’t he…isn’t he your boyfriend?”

Almost laughing in his face, you whirled to face Peter. “NO. Noooooo. Definitely, definitely not.” The corners of Peter’s lips ticked up and he narrowed his eyes, inviting an explanation. “I turned him down for that date and he still keeps calling me and asking me to hang out.”

“I’d offer to beat him up for you, but I think you could hold your own.”

A smile finally graced your lips as you chuckled at the thought. “He just won’t leave me alone. He was nice and all but just not…I don’t like him like that.”

“Hmm. It might be good practice to be turning him down, though.” You quirked a brow. “I mean, you’ve always been great, but now you’ve been announced as an Avenger-in-training? Now every guy is going to see your face and you’ll have to turn everyone down.”

A laugh escaped your throat and you let your head fall forward into your hands. Peter beamed at you, the tension finally leaving your body for the first time all week.

“Come on, you can’t try and tell me you haven’t had a lot of guys asking you out!”

You bit your lip and giggled again before turning to him. “I mean, a little, but I don’t want it.”

“How come?”

“Uh, I…I guess…I guess I already like someone?” Peter’s morale sunk initially, but he looked up to see her staring and quickly turning away when they made eye contact. “What about you and…Liz? Are you guys, you know…together?”

“No, not at all. I don’t think we’ve talked outside decathlon practice.” He inhaled deeply, carefully choosing his next words. “The girl I actually wanted to ask to the dance had already been asked.”

You sat back against the couch in thought as silence fell between the two of you. Peter and you both thought back to the conversation you had over the weekend about homecoming: him telling you you would’ve had a good time if he took you, and you admitting you wished he had taken you. Peter remembered the light in your eyes; you remembered the way his breath caught when you kissed his cheek. Both of you reveled in the memory but tried to contain the bit of hope flaring inside you that you were the one he actually wanted to ask and that he was the someone else you liked.

With both of you still deep in thought and not ready to share any more, Peter pressed play on the movie. After it ended, it was still light out, and you found yourself once again playing video games and board games and even just talking about anything and everything. You talked about the world, about school, about the things you wanted in life, about your greatest fears, about your dream careers, and the kind of people you each aspired to be.

Tony, being the wingman that he is, kept other Avengers out of the common area so the two of you would have your moment. With that being the case, you completely lost track of time until Peter’s phone rang three times in a row, finally getting through the do not disturb mode both of you had intentionally but discreetly activated on your phones.

“Oh my god. Y/N, it’s 10:30.”

“No way.”

“Yes! Hang on,” he said, answering the phone and holding it up to his ear. “Hi…hi May.”

You could hear May loudly shouting into the phone as he hadn’t been answering her texts. He pulled the phone away from his ear and you snickered.

“I…I know, May. I’m sorry. I’ve been with Y/N.”

The shouting on the other end of the phone stopped and she muttered only a few more words before Peter ended the call.

“I hope you don’t mind me namedropping. May loves you.”

“I’m honored. Tony loves you, so I get it!”

“Sadly, she still wants me to go home, though.”

“Oh. Well, thanks for hanging out with me tonight, Pete. I had a lot of fun.”

“No, thank you for inviting me over,” he said, standing up to go. You walked together over to the stairs and he turned back to you. “And thank you for helping me out at the bank today.”

“Of course, Pete. I’ll always be your backup.”

“You’ve never been the backup, Y/N.”

With a deep breath, he turned and walked down the stairs, even turning to look back up at you when he reached the bottom. You stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment even after he left, thinking back over his words until another voice pulled you out of your head.

“You tell him?” Tony stood in the kitchen again, having likely come in from the side hallway behind you.

“No,” you groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter and collapsing your forehead on your arms. “Almost. But no.”

“Hey, that’s ok,” Tony muttered, walking around the counter to put his hand on your shoulder. “Pep and I aren’t trying to push you into anything. We just see the way you two take care of each other and how happy you are together. No pressure.”

“I know. Thank you, dad.”

“Now, get to bed or else I’ll have to ground you.” Your eyebrows shot up and your forehead wrinkled. “Just kidding. But really, go to bed, kiddo.”

He gave you a quick hug and kissed your forehead before you meandered to your room. After getting changed into pajamas, you nearly fell into your bed, phone in hand. It buzzed while you were turning on your alarm for the morning.

Peter: Wanted to reiterate: you aren’t backup. You’re first choice, always. Good night, Y/N ❤️

You: “First choice, always” is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever read…lol you’re making me flustered and you aren’t even here. Sleep tight, spidey ❤️

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Catch Me If You Can (Peter Parker x Reader)

I looked around, sighing in frustration. It was not comfortable waiting for someone during the winter, in New York. And choosing a rooftop was definitely not a good idea.

I was waiting for Peter, a close friend of mine, I had told him to meet me immediately and told him it was very urgent. There wasn’t anything wrong, it was just that my paranoia had me under control, driving me mentally sick because for days, maybe weeks I had just one question in my head: could Peter…be Spider-Man?

It all had started when he ‘got an internship in the Stark Industries’. He constantly ditched me, showed up late everywhere, left me and Ned with all the work we had for our science project and Ms. Parker started asking me questions to see if I knew why Peter kept sneaking out at night. If he was Spider-Man, all of these would make sense along with some other small details I noticed. Maybe I was just watching too much Sherlock. But no matter what, I had to know. I just had to have an answer.

“(Y/N)!” Peter’s screaming made me jump in fear, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to face him as he rushed in front of me. “What is going on? What is so urgent you wanted to meet here, in the middle of the night?” His voice reflecting his anger.

“I-I have to tell you something.” Ask you something. Ask! Why am I so nervous?

“What? What is it?”

“I know.” I was only capable of saying those two words. Even though I had this conversation practiced in my head a dozen times, I couldn’t help but be nervous.

“What? Know what?” He chuckled nervously, making me more confident of myself.

“I know Peter! So-so you better explain yourself before I-“

“(Y/N)! You know what? Just tell me!”

“Why you sneak out at night, why you always ditch me, have scarves all over you, a-and whenever you’re gone stuff, you know, happens! I am not an idiot.”

I saw the shock in his eyes as his mouth opened, no word coming out.

“Y-you, I don’t know what you’re saying. I have no clue. Zero, like-like none, you know what-“

“Peter! Just admit it.”

“Admit what? You’re freaking me the hell out.” He said, trying to act all cool.

“Admit who youare.”

“We’ve been friends since elementary school, don’t you kn-“

“Peter!” I shouted again. “I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“W-what? I-I’m not Spider-Man! What the hell?” He said, laughing nervously again.

“Oh you’re not?” I asked sarcastically.

“Of course not!”

“So you’re doing all those things becaausseee?”

“The Stark Internship! I’ve been saying- Do you even ever listen to me?”

“Oh, yeah, right, that! Why couldn’t I think of that! So what do you do in this ‘internship’?”

“(Y/N), you sound so crazy right know.”

“C-crazy? Me?” I took a few steps back, running my hands through my hair. I was freaking the hell out.

“Yeah you! You know what, I’ll prove it to you. Show you where I work, introduce you-“

“P-prove it to me?” I asked, as the words left my mouth, an idea popped into my head. I turned my back to Peter, facing the view up from the rooftop we were standing in.

“Yes! How about tomorrow? I promise.”

I didn’t answer, I just walked towards the edge. I saw the ground, God, how high is this building?

I turned back to face Peter, with a creepy grin on myself. “Peter, you’re telling me you’re not…”

“Not Spider-Man!”

I took a few more steps towards the edge.

“(Y/N) What are you-“

“So that would mean…” I looked down at the ground again before looking at him over my shoulder.

“You couldn’t do anything, you know, if I happened to slip and-“

“No no no no I don’t like where this is going.” He walked towards me, there were still a long distance between us.

“So if I jump,” I stepped on the sides.

“…You couldn’t catch me.”

“You are being insane! Get back down, please!”

“Not until you tell me who you are.”

He walked towards me, “N-no! Come any closer and I’ll jump.”

“Okay, okay!” He stopped, holding his hands up in the air. “Just please, for the love of god, get down from there.”

“Peter, admit it.” I said, my voice more confident. I knew no matter what, he could catch me. He was Spider-Man.

“I-I…(Y/N) I AM NOT SPIDER-MAN!”

“Well, I guess, I am going to die…” I took one more step. And that was it, there was no more space left.

“Get down there, please! I. AM. NOT. SPIDER-MAN.”

I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard him talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I knew there was only one way to find out.

I let myself go, backwards into the darkness. He shouted my name, and I caught a sight of him running towards the edge. That was the last thing I saw before I shut my eyes. Just in a few seconds, I found myself in his arms, my face buried in his shoulder. We were…up in the air. My brain couldn’t function what was happening. I opened my eyes when my feet touched the ground.

“Oh my god.” I breathed out as I looked at him. We were safe on the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he held my face, looking into my eyes.

“Y-yes. I knew it.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t ever do that again. You scared the living shit out of me.”

I closed my eyes as I hugged his neck. “It’s okay. I knew you would catch me.”

PETER PARKER | “Blood and Silk Sheets”

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Published: January 2nd, 2022
Pairing: Established tasm!Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s): none
Warning(s): none
Word count: 2.3k
Author’s note: My obsession continues. I’m having waay too much with his character. Also Trixie!

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“How was school today?”

You stopped fiddling with the asparagus in the corner of your plate. Your mother’s cheerful voice had you reaching for your cup of water if only to give work to your mouth, so you didn’t have to engage. It needed ice cubes, the water, because room temperature with steak for dinner was not a good choice. Still, you downed it because it meant no immediate answer was needed.

Placing the high glass back on the table, you managed an awkward smile and said, “Good.”

Because it was just that.

Good.

Nothing new, nothing special. Only grades and exams and a shit ton of assignments.

“Just good?” She enquired innocently, cutting her steak delicately.

“The steak’s nice,” you said instead. Your mother’s eyes went ablaze at the lack of response, and just as she opened her mouth to demand intimate detail about how your day went, your younger sister jumped out of her seat and pointed at the TV.

“Look mom! Spider-Man!”

“Trixie-” Your mother began to tell her to stay put, but with no avail.

The child of destruction had already leaped for the sofa, throwing herself over the armrest to get a better view of the TV. She rolled over twice between the fluffy blanket before she was happily settled in to watch…

The news.

Your heart leaped in your chest.

But your mother was watching you.

Don’t show it. Don’t show it.

Don’t give her a reason to suspect. Don’t let her know you’re interested (rightfully so) in what had happened to the masked hero. Especially not for the sole reason that it will give her ammo.  

The woman had her suspicions.

“HE’S BLEEDING! OH MY GOOD MOM–”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and you dug into your mashed potatoes like a lunatic.

“Several eyewitnesses have confirmed what many already knew. Spider-Man had fallen down thirty stories and is currently…”

“How awful,” your mother mused, cradling the wine glass in her hand. She never had a thing for peace makers that weren’t wearing a badge, “Doesn’t Peter know him?”

Should have just given it to me straight, you thought. “No, Peter just takes pictures of him.”

“Just pictures?”

“Yeah?”

“You sure?”

You gave her a look, “I’m pretty sure I would know if my boyfriend was friends with Spider-Man.”

“Not just friends but,” she began conspiratorially, but waved a hand. “Never mind.”

Then, just as fate smiled your way and your mother began succumbing to the wine and lack of interest in your geeky boyfriend (for who she did not know just fell thirty stories!) a sound so close to a falling table reasoned in the hallway.

Your room.

Not the hallway.

“What was that?”

The steak turned ashen in your mouth.

Your little sister felt as though it was her duty to pipe in from the couch, “Maybe there’s someb-”

“A lamp!” You blurted out with vehemence, “The white one from Ikea. I must have left the window open. I should probably-”

You were already running across the living room. “Y/N! Come back here this instant!”

Trixie was cackling on her spot as if shedidn’t leap off the dining table herself. “Zero manners.” You leaned into her face to say the words and snatched the pillow beneath her, ruining her tangled bliss.

“Hey!”

You took two stairs at the time, barging through your room as if you knew a burglar was in there. Scanning the desk, on which the white lamp laid undisturbed, you turned to the beanbag in the corner.

Nothing.

Then the bed.

First thing you said was, “The sheets!”

“What?” Asked Peter groggily, as if he had slept nicely before you came raging through. He twisted in his Spandex suit to release pressure on the silk sheet you were so desperately trying to get away from him. “Your boyfriend’s bleeding and you’re worried about sheets?”

“They’re silk,” you said as if it answered everything, gathering the flowery pattern that kept slipping away. “And you’ll heal.”

He brought out a hand and webs shot out, grasping your wrist and pulling you to the bed when you almost teleported to the other side of the room. Peter was so out of it he just nuzzled himself against your fallen body and murmured an almost drunken, “You smell soo nice babe.”

“Stop it,” you were still hugging the sheets in your arms, willing yourself not give him any attention. You were so angry you could bite his ear clean off.

Stupid invasive thoughts.

“Y/N? Who are you talking to?” Your mother’s voice hollered from downstairs.

Fearing she would trek her merry way upstairs and find you in bed with a bloodied red and blue man (who still wore his mask), you released the sheets and grabbed Peter’s wrist. You lead the dangly muscle clad arm to the direction of the door handle, “Shoot.”

“What?” He mumbled in your neck, sending tingles running.

“Just…” You tried to ignore his warm breath, “Just shoot your webs Peter for the love of everything–”

Pop.

The door handle became a sticky mess, connected to the wall and door by unbreakable web. You sighed in relief and fell back against the pillow. It was silk too, but you didn’t have time to strip it clean. “I need to see those wounds.”

He groaned.

“I’m serious Peter,” you told him. “Take off your shirt. Or suit. Or whatever. Now.”

“So bossy.”

You snatched off his mask yourself, revealing a Peter Parker with nasty cuts all over his face. Upon seeing the look on your face, he brought his bloodied lip out in an innocent, broad smile as his cheek rested squished on your pillow. Blood trailed his face like tears.

“Let me get the aid kit,” you announced. “Clothes are coming off. Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” he smiled, muttering a happy, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

The aid kit was placed underneath your desk, settled in a big shoebox that once housed knee-high boots but had to give up the space in order for the emergency kit to settle in. “You have an aid kit in your room?”

You felt his eyes on your bottom as you pushed out the white leather chair and crouched beneath the big desk, half expecting to rattle your head against it because of his watchful eyes. His footsteps creaked the laminate flooring as he fought his suit, hopping from one foot to another. “Be quiet!” You said and retrieved the kit. “And yes, I do have an emergency kit in my room because you keep coming to me injured! Now take off the suit.”

“I’m trying,” Peter said beneath the suit that now clawed at his face, acting as a mask when it wasn’t. “I really am babe.” He added when he felt your own fingers attempting to grasp his suit. Every time you pinched a spot, the skintight cloth found it rebellious to slip right through.

“How do you even get this thing off?” You asked him, breathless at the lack of sudden air.

“Lots of practice.” He replied helpfully, his body unmoving as he allowed you to dot all over him. You found a good grasping spot just above his collarbone and yanked, feeling the material finally work alongside you. “And a vicious girlfriend. Ow.”

When at last the suit fell apart, you exhaled in relief but blanched at the sight of his chest.

He kissed your worried face away. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” you stated, pushed him down on the bed.

“Ooohkinky.”

“Shut up,” you couldn’t help but laugh, reaching for the aid kit. “You fell down thirty stories.”

“You saw?”

“No,” you shook your head grimly, settling his head on your lap. “I heard.On the news.”

He visibly cringed, no doubt feeling terrible that you had to found out that way. Was he in the wrong for not telling you that his today’s adventure was probably going to end with him in pain? Yeah, probably, he thought.

“Mom’s been a pain in my butt though,” you told him with fake chirpiness, dabbing the antiseptic on his nose. He seethed but said nothing, being an obedient boyfriend after putting you in such a frenzy. “Almost told her that the punk she calls Spider-Man might very well be her son-in-law. God she’s infuriating.”

Peter smiled big and wide, having heard nothing of what you said save for that one label.

“And Trix?” You began droning on, “It’s like she wants mom to know. Ever since youtold her who you were…”

Peter liked your sister. Liked the filterless kid with all his might. Even the purple temporary color in her hair that she always begged you put on her. He thought it was cute that she already had such a strong personality. Smart mouth and dye in her hair.

And his biggest fan.

Then a knock on the door. Your head whipped mid wound cleaning.

“It’s Trix,” Peter supplied.

You threw a bandage at the door. It didn’t make it farther than Peter’s knee. “Go away!”

“Please!”

Throwing Peter’s head off your lap (gently) you stood up and brushed the creases off your pants. His blood blended with your dark shirt, so you were less worried about traumatizing your sister. You took a step toward the door before Peter pulled you to him. “What are you doing?” You whisper-shouted, careful not to touch his injuries after you landed on top of him.

He mouthed one word. Kiss.

“What for?”

Peter rolled his eyes, “To make it better. It’s a condition.”

“Oh? A condition?” You looked him in the eyes, tilting your head. “You’re setting up contidions?”

“It’s in the contract,” he supplied, running a hand beneath your loose shirt. “Y'know, no big deal.”

“Really? No big deal?”

“Mhmm.”

You were about to make his wish come true when he raised his head and stole one for himself. Then another. And another. “Peter…” You said in between each kiss, giddy despite the fact worry cruised through your veins. “You’re impossible.”

“I know,” he replied proudly and settled back, his torso naked for all to see. Not wanting to traumatize your sister, you at last grabbed the silken material you so desperately tried to save and threw it on him.

“Behave,” you pointed a finger, grabbed scissors off the desk and yanked them into the web. “I believe it’s in the contract.”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh I think it is,” you told him with a light smirk, “It’s under mutuality of obligation. Both parties agree that Peter Parker must listen to his girlfriend at all times,” you pointed at yourself with the scissors. “Aka me.”

His chuckle was the last thing heard before the web broke apart and a small body of a child barreled through, ear first and then the rest of her body following.

“Were you eavesdropping?” You asked your sister after grabbing her by the elbow to prevent her fall.

Trxie fixed you a stare, “No I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were,” you and Peter said at the same time.

Her jaw went slack, “Peter!”

You rolled your eyes, shutting the door after peering into the hallway in search for your mother. “Great now we have an audience.” You said after shutting it.

“How are you feeling?” Trixie asked him, ignoring you. “I saw you on TV.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine Trix,” he told her banged up. “No big deal.”

“I knew it,” she said, proud to have guessed right. If only she saw what lay beneath the sheet her hero was covered with. Trixie turned to you, “Mom’s sleeping.”

“Hallelujah.”

“So, Trix,” Peter tried to sound casual as you leaned against the table with your hip, daring him with your eyes to tell her how much it hurt. “H-how’s it going?”

She scooted closer to his head, and he grunted in pain, masking the action by coughing. Your eyebrows reached your hairline.

“Good,” Trixie’s hair fell beside his. “How are you doing?”

“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “I-I’m doing good Trix. Doin’ realgood.”

“Then why’d you fall down thirty stories?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I saw everything,” she announced proudly, twisting until her cheek lay in her palm, elbow digging into the bed and everything. Peter, who still rested on his back looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Somebody filmed you and they played it on the news. It was in slow motion and everything.”

“You probably shouldn’t have seen that,” Peter told her. “Too graphic.”

“So what? I can take it.”

“You’re eight Trixie.”

“And you’re eighteen and can’t even do your job right.”

“O-kay, Trix,” you came in between, grabbing her leg and yanking her toward you. “That’s enough. Thank you for bruising his ego.”

“Yeah, thanks Trix.” Peter added, suddenly sour.

“No problem,” she said, confused as to why she was unrightfully being kicked out but still proud to receive thank yous.

“Yep,” you lead her by the shoulders, “Thanks for the audience kid.”

Just as you were about to close to door in her face did she announce, “Mom said you’re driving me to school tomorrow.”

“Sure,” you said, done with dealing with her. “Might even let Peter swing you there if you leave me alone.”

Her eyes sparkled, “You promise?”

She already had a finger out. You rolled your eyes and looped your pinky through hers. “Now leave us alone.”

“Done!” She skedaddled back to where she came from.

“Impossible,” you muttered after her and closed the door. “Can’t a woman have any peace-”

Peter suddenly stood incredibly close to you, some of his wounds already healed. “Thanks for the help Y/N but I really need to make my payment.”

“It’s in the contract?” You asked him, watching him nod eagerly. “All right then. Come and collect.”

He swooped in and kissed you long, hard and good.

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Published: December 31st, 2021
Pairing: Established Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s): none
Warning(s): none
Word count: 2k
Author’s note: I’m obsessing over Andrew’s Spidey which is why I need to get all these ideas out of my system

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“Babe? Babe? Where are you?”

You took a long look around yourself, catching breath with immense difficulty while among the scraper high building tops of the New York city skyline. Here at the peak, there was nothing but the East River and tinted windows to look at while your hair constantly whipped in your face. Your knees shook as you gripped the phone, crouching on the metal platform while you were cuffed against its railing. You had twisted and turned until your phone had somehow managed to fall to your ear.  

“I, um,” you licked your dry lips and looked up and over your shoulder as if the flying man that had abducted you would show up and strangle you for good. Then turned to look ahead, whispering to not look down constantly into the dry air. The gaps in the platform were taunting as they revealed the bare bottom of the finest New York pavement. The pedestrians you knew were walking aimlessly over the very spot that could very well be your death bed should everything fall from beneath your sneaker clad feet. “Empire State Building?”

“How high?”

“Top high?”

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead but you still kept the phone close to your ear as if his voice might penetrate through it again and give you the comfort you needed to not fall apart under preassure.

He was on his way, you kept telling yourself, picturing him swinging through the streets of New York to get you.

You pocketed the phone in your back pocket with a stifled groan, cursing at the sheer complexity of your situation while you stood on shaky feet with hands behind your back that howled in uncomfortable pain. Being snatched from a freaking restaurant was not on your days agenda. Being carried all the way to the top of Empire State and then leftthere, stranded and shaking, to fend for yourself while bound.

Thank goodness your data plan was solid.

Expensive, but solid.

The hairs on your neck rose, and you whipped your head around to look at the metal clad man before you. He had an eye missing, and now steel sat in its place, a result of whatever experiment he had done to himself to accomplish this new look. His hands shook with vibration, consequence of so much power brewing in them while his healthy russet eye beheld you there, tied and unmoving and so close to death. So close to falling to your demise.  

You dared not to think about it.    

“Hey there professor,” you willed your voice into cheerfulness, as you always did when you spoke to the man in class. Organic chemistry, he was teaching, and yet the only chemistry in his attire was the bright yellow liquid swimming in tubes attached to his arms. “How…how’s it going?”

He seethed and took a step closer. Dr. Edward Carlson, infamously known campus wide as Professor Combustion. Teaching at Columbia University. Now looking like a war criminal.

As if he heard your thoughts, fire escaped his fist.

Combustion indeed.

“Y/N,” you nodded against his words, stretching your lips into a humorless smile.

“That’s me,” you said in a sing-song voice, throwing a look at one of the building tops, eager to see a blotch of red and blue swinging your way.

You remember Peter’s words.

“Rule number one,” Peter told you, holding out a finger with his free hand. You both walked hand in hand through Columbia’s garden. “Stall.”

“Stall?” You repeated.

“Yeah,” he said simply, as if he said everything that needed to be said with just that one word had been revealed. “Like, if someone gets to you – which I will never let happen – you need to stall until I get there.”

“Stall with what? Pop culture random facts?”

Peter laughed, stumbling in his steps and halting you as well. You laughed lightly, “What?”

He shook his head and with a grin pulled you to him. “You’re adorable.”

“And deadly,” you added, feigning anger as you looked at him through your eyelashes, puffing out your cheeks while at it.

Peter’s hand cupped your cheek until you stood on your toes to let him kiss you. It was slow and steady, the kiss, filling you with warmth until your toes curled in your shoes. “You’re so deadly even I’m scared of you. And I’m Spiderman.”

“Hey professor,” you called out over your shoulder, listening to the scratching of metal against metal as he twisted and turned forward to assess you. “Right so…I…I don’t know why you’re doing this. Honestly sir, I’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, I did…but not to you sir. Like I’ve never done anything to-”

“Silence!”

Your bones stilled, but you pushed harder when you heard him walk away from you. When the sound of metal against metal became too far away. When you looked over your shoulder to see him preparing to ascend. To wreak havoc. “D-did you know sir,” you said with a light shout, and turned to the East River before his eyes could meet your own. “That they use real organs in Grey’s Anatomy. Like they’re actually real. Not real people organs per se, b-but like cow and stuff. I-I don’t know if they actually kill the cows – I mean I hope not – but like…fun fact! I know how much you love the show sir.”

Your laugh was pathetically weak.

But it came through.

“Really?”

Your heart galloped in your chest in a winning spirit. “Yes! Yes sir! One hundred percent legit. Actually-”

Awhoosh reasoned through the air, whipping your hair to the left and cutting off another pop culture reference. You released puffs of air to push the hair off your nose and eyes, hands tied behind your back and all. You vaguely heard Edward Carlson grunt before something detached itself from the Empire State building and fell right to the bottom that was so very far away. Your platform got the end of it, breaking and bending until you almost fell off.

You closed your eyes, feeling tears gather behind. Time passed where only the sound of falling debris made its way to your ears.  

Then hands.

Strong hands grasping your shoulders and the metal that bounded you to the platform. “Peter?”

You watched his mask as he pushed his whole body against you, shielding you from the view you grew accustomed to. It was like a weight dropped from your chest now that there was something between you and the undeniable fear of falling. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and arms, caging you in, protecting you as your chin rested on his shoulder and he grabbed the cuffs with both hands and finally ripped them apart.

Your sore wrists were freed, and you almost fell to your face.  

Peter cupped your face in his hands, and barely, just barely could you make out the face beneath the mask. The familiar boy you adored. If only you hadn’t been so distracted by the howling wind and lack of air, perhaps then you could have seen the raging fear in his face. Peter pushed your hair from your face, “Ready?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Your voice was barely audible as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, then another around his other. Legs came next and you made them a solid force around his waist. He gripped your thighs as he settled you better against him and even gave your bum a few taps.

You didn’t realize how you had deflated in relief upon his casual behavior. “Ready? Count for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you tightened your grip on him and said, “One-”

He leaped off the building. You didn’t wait until three, you recall screaming in his ear like a banshee, holding him in an unyielding grip as webs shot out of his wrists, attaching themselves to edifices, windows and rooftops and everything else you couldn’t catch under the speed.

“Where do you wanna go?” Peter asked you mid jump, holding your waist with one hand.

“Where do-” You breathed, “Idon'tknow! Home?”

“Home it is.” He took a sharp turn into a street, then slowly he began lowering the acceleration, easing his swings as you made your merry way to the familiar building. You watched the sidewalk beneath you.

“Y/N?”  

“José?” You gaped at the elderly man that sat on the stairs in front of your building. He turned to stand up and open the door for you to walk through, but Peter was quicker than José was – good intentions and all – scaling the lamppost as he said cheerfully, “Thanks José but we’re gonna take the other way.”

“What other way? There is no other way.” You distantly heard the man say. Webs shot out to a balcony, then another one, and another until at last Peter grabbed your balcony and hauled you both over it. There you were, on the safety of your balcony and nowhere near Empire State Building.

You still didn’t let go.

Peter hugged your thighs with his arms and eased. “You can let go now.”

You shook your head and hugged him closer.

Your boyfriend sighed in good humor and asked, patting your backside. “Keys?”

“It’s unlocked,” you muttered into his shoulder.

You could feel him shake his head as he began walking toward the balcony door. He jiggled the lock and found it true to your words, unlocked. “You should start locking your doors Y/N.”

“Okay,” was all you said.

Peter’s strides toward your quaint, clustered kitchen were long and powerful. He settled you onto the counter with ease and pulled his mask off with a tug. “What was that?” You asked him, remembering how the metal wrapped the man like a gift, the sound it made, how fearful it made you be. “What happened to him?”

Peter came back from your bathroom with a first aid kit and only then did you realize that there was blood running down your temple. It pounded, the pain seizing you with every move of your head. You faltered when he pulled out bandages and antiseptic wipes and saw that he didn’t hesitate when ripping open the latter. “I don’t know,” he replied softly and pressed the wipe against the wound without a warning.  Hissing, you willed your body not to move but with no avail. Peter grabbed your jaw softly and held your face so he could clean it, “Take it easy tiger.”

He too had shallow cuts along his face, you noticed from the corner of your eye. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll heal,” he said simply, which was true and the only reason why you didn’t push further. “But you won’t which is why I gotta take care of you.”

“I can put a bandage on myself, thank you very much.”

Peter chuckled and patted your knee with his hand. You spread them wide so he could fit right between your legs, closing the gap between you so he had better access to the nasty, bloodied cut. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the leftover fear or his near proximity. “There we go,” your boyfriend clicked his tongue when the bandage finally covered the wound. “Good as new.”

“I bet,” you fixed your hair over it so that it wasn’t visible. The shakiness of your hands didn’t go unnoticed. His spidey sense made it easy for him to snatch your hands in his before you could pull them away.  

“You’re shaking,” he observed, his thumbs brushing against your bloodied knuckles.

“Yeah, well,” you put on a bravado, “It’s not every day you’re tied up at the top of the Empire State building and left stranded.”

Despite the lightness in your tone, Peter visibly cringed. You leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s not your fault.”

“I should’ve gotten there sooner…”

“It’s okay Peter really, I’mokay.” You said softly and embraced him long and steady, your arms through his.

He melted into your touch like butter.

It was blissful seconds before you couldn’t help yourself, “You stink.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh no.”

“You need to take a shower.”

His eyes filled with mischief, “Wanna help?”  

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PETER PARKER | “Way Too Far From Home”

Requested: no
Published: December 31st, 2021
Pairing:Established Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s):none
Warning(s):just watch out if you haven’t seen the movie because this has majorspoilers
Word count: 1.7k
Author’s note:Lol this fic is sooo chaotic and I love it! Literally watched this movie two hours ago and am still in such shock. Anyhow I binged Andrew’s Spiderman movies in preparation for my cinema outing and fell in love with him. This is just a way for me to get it out of my system. The convo is all movie accurate because believe it or not I was able to find a cam version somewhere on the internet. ENJOY!

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“How do you know Peter?”

“How do I know Peter?” You repeated, “Peter Parker?”

Hands shaking against the wooden chair you were holding; you watched the two teenagers before you. One was curly haired and skinny, with mistrust swirling in her dark eyes. Obviously, she was overwhelmed by yourself, but she didn’t dare show it. MJ was her name. And the boy beside her, with a bizarre ring adorning half his hand and an emotionally very expressive face showed just how your presence messed with his coherence. How every step you took had him glancing at his grandma as if he might grab her and run away to safety. That was Ned.

The question was left unanswered in the pregnant silence, and the air buzzed with tension. You looked from one figure to the other, eyebrows rising more and more as time passed and no one spoke. The girl’s nostrils flared as she beheld you from the other side of the table, acting as if the wood was a protective barrier between her and the unknown.  

Your bubble snapped when she reached for a fork on the table. “All right! All right!”

You gave them your palms, missing only a white flag to symbolize truce. “Peter…” You looked at them. Looked at them good. “Peter Parker…” His name was emphasized slowly, stretched out by your mouth so there was no way in hell they could mistake him. “Is my boyfriend.”

They gaped.

The girl ignored the cutlery and grabbed a bread roll instead, chucking it at your head.

She missed but barely. “What the hell was that for?!”

“For lying!” Ned said in her name and grabbed one for himself.

“No! No, no, no, no!”

He halted.

“I swear I’m not lying!” Why would you be lying? There was no reason to hide the fact that Peter Parker lived and breathed for you. That just yesterday, he had flowers waiting in his hands as he took you out to dinner. That a week ago, he took you swinging with him across New York.

“And why should we believe you?” MJ asked defensively. Your words bothered her a lot more than she let on. “You’re the one that attacked us in the middle of the freaking street!”

“Attacked?!” Your face was blanched white by shock, “Attacked? I-I didn't…”

“No, you attacked us.” Said the girl, shoving an accusing finger in your general direction. “L-like a lunatic!”

“Lunatic?” You repeated, bewildered. Then sighed in frustration, remembering at last how you had chased them half a block upon hearing them speak of Peter. One sentence with Peter Parker and Spiderman in it had you swinging at them. Because one moment you were in your room, at home and safe and then the next…

It felt as if you had entered a whole new world. Fear was undeniable.  

“We know you’re lying.”

“What?”

Ned nodded proudly, his golden ring shining under the faint light. “Yeah, and you know how? You know how we know?”

You dared not to ask.

“BecausePeter,” he said the name as if he knew him as well as he did himself which couldn’t be possible because your boyfriend doesn’t have many friends that you don’t know. He doesn’t have many friends to begin with. “Is herboyfriend.”

Your mouth fell open.

Peter…

Peter is…

“―cheating on me?!”

You grabbed a bread roll on pure instinct and threw it at MJ. She grabbed another one and would have thrown it right back had the boy not grabbed her by the shoulder, acting as a buffer. “Lets all just take a deep breath.”

Deep breath your ass. You just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you in your least favorite sweater and jeans.

You were absolutely, positively feral.

“Peter told us to wait,” he quickly rattled on, nodding toward an ancient looking square frame of a sort. Your eyes followed his, albeit with a lot more fear, but still they travelled to the box, assessing and calculating.

“There’s a giant lizard out on the lose,” MJ stated, “I’m not taking any chances Ned. Not anymore. Not while-”

Her sentence lay unanswered. She bit the inside of her cheek and ran a shaky hand over her face as if her friend didn’t just reveal her to be another girlfriend of your boyfriend’s. You on the other hand completely and utterly lost every ounce of sanity. Lizard?

You knew only one lizard in your lifetime.

“Peter told me to wait,” MJ continued on, just now beginning to pace around the table. “But…I’m gonna do it.”  

Ned sighed, swaying his hands in the air for emphasis. “I-I just wish…I just wish we could see him.”

Sparks crackled beside you, making you jump three steps back in fear. “What was that?”

“I-I…I don’t know?” Ned said, his answer like a question on its own.

“Ned…” Began MJ, “Do that again.”

He nodded quickly and moved his hands across his face with more emotion, repeating what the words that had just left his mouth. Then, just as the words travelled through the air, sparks lighted up the room, forming a circle. It was as if live electricity bent to the will of nature to comprise a portal for him, to open a pocket in the world you never even thought about. It disappeared, the circle, and the hairs on your neck rose. There was no time for you to fight MJ, or to scream your fear at them.

If they could bring Peter back with a single sentence.

You could strangle him all on your own.

“Just wish we could see Peter,” said Ned at last, forming a circle with his hand. The portal shaped itself until its inner part was a different place completely. An alley of some sort, you managed to make out, empty save for a dark figure that stood in its middle.

Ned’s grandmother gasped behind you.

You willed yourself not to breathe.

“Is that him?” MJ asked, “Peter? Hey Peter?”

Come here, they told him, and you watched the spider-like eyed man point a finger at his chest. His eyes travelled over both Ned and MJ, and it appeared to you that he did not recognize them. That this was something a lot bigger. That the possibility of a mistake could be…

The no doubt Spiderman finally spotted you and his body went absolutely rigid. Then just as you thought he would leave did he sprint toward you with speed that shocked you all. He raced through the open portal and landed himself straight into your arms.

The familiar smell of his skintight cloth filled your nostrils, and the easily recognizable muscular body molded itself against you until you almost lost yourself in the feeling. His strength was enough to make you rise from the ground to fully meet his arms. He even swayed you from side to side in a tight embrace he knew you loved. But then you remembered.

You pushed him off by wiggling and swung your leg at him, hitting his midriff the moment your feet met the floor. Peter jumped back in pure shock. “Ouch Y/N! What the hell?”

MJ and Ned’s mouth fell wide open when the voice that escaped the Spiderman was apparently not what they were looking for. Still, the revelation that had been revealed to you rang in your head like bells. “What the hell?” You repeated, “I’ll show you hell you little cheating weasel―”

Peter took off his mask with a clean tug.

Ned and MJ sprung to action immediately.

“No, no, no!”

“Wait, wait!”

You stopped mid-assault, lightning hard anger cracking in your eyes.

“That’s not Peter,” MJ said quickly, her hands out to calm you from afar.

You scrunched your brows, threw a look at your very-well-could-be-ex-boyfriend to make sure he was there, and looked back as if she were crazy. “What do you mean that’s not Peter?”

“Well―” She cringed at the complexity of the situation. Peter was a silent figure next to you, rubbing his ab clad stomach.

“What MJ’s tryna say is,” Ned quickly cut in. “That's…not her boyfriend.”

“But you justsaid―”

“IknowwhatIsaid!” Her voice was small and panicky. She continued her pacing.

“Y/N…” Peter spoke slowly, as if one word spoken differently was enough to enrage you. He pointed a red finger at them. “Whatever they told you is not true. I am not cheating on you. I would never do that to you, and you know it.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Babe?” He prompted, bringing your attention to him. You took note of his messy hair and almost brought out a hand to run through it.

“Then why did she―”

“I don’t know,” he said, “But I have an idea. You look adorable, by the way.”

You glared at him.

“Strain theory, multidimensional reality, matter displacement…all real?” He asked MJ and Ned.

The pair spoke a slow, incredulous yeah.

“Knew it.” Peter turned back to face you, taking your shaky hands in his gloved ones after he deemed you no threat. “What’s going on?” You asked him, truly fearful.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and ran a finger across your cheek. “I just know it’s all wrong.”

“Yeah, no shit babe,” you said sarcastically.

Peter laughed and looked over at the two shocked teens. “She really believed you?”

“Yeah, but I mean,” MJ said, “I don’t really blame her. It’s all messed up.”

You nodded in agreement, grabbing hold of Peter’s upper arms tentatively as Ned and MJ focused on closing the portal. “I was so worried about you.” Your fingers tightened around him ever so tightly. “When I couldn’t find you―”

Peter looked as if he had melted right on the spot. He hooked a strong arm around your shoulders and neck and pulled you to him until you were flush against him and his Spandex attire. “I know, I know.”

You inhaled his scent, “What are we going to do?”

His lips grazed the top of your head, “I don’t know. But we’re going to figure it out.”

And you believed him.

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All Too Well - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After months of crushing on Peter Parker, you move upstate with your family and make a heartbreaking discovery.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 1433

A/N: Can’t believe I haven’t written for Andrew’s Spider-Man! So here you go! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! Happy New Year, I love you all! xxx

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

The knock on your window startled you as you were packing your things into a cardboard box, a smile spread across your face when you saw that it was Spider – Man. A few months ago the superhero had fallen into your garden, dressed in red and blue, and missing his mask. He had been hurt and he needed help. Obviously, you weren’t a doctor but you patched him up as best you could and sent him on his way, but every time he was in the neighbourhood he came to see you.

You put the box down and walked over to your window, opening it with a grin, “hi, Peter,” you stood aside to let him climb through the window.

“Hey, Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled off his mask to reveal his handsome face, you blushed as he pulled you into a hug, “how are you?” he smiled, leaning against the wall.

You tried to stop your eyes from ogling him but it was hard when he was smiling at you like that with his hair all messy, “I’m good, how about you? Are you hurt?”

You walked closer to him, looking for any sign that he was hurt, Peter shook his head with a small smile as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “just some bruised ribs, I’m okay.”

You smiled, looking away from his eyes to look at his mouth and you looked back at his eyes, “make sure you put some ice on it.”

“Of course, Doctor Y/N,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he pulled away from you and went to sit on your bed.

You touched the place where he’d kissed you to find that it was warm, you wanted him, you wanted to kiss him properly but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship so you had to wait until he made the first move. He’d been coming to see you all this time, surely he had to harbour more than friendly feelings for you. How you wished that could be true.

He looked around at the boxes with interest, “are you moving or something?” he asked as you sat next to him.

You sighed and nodded your head, your family was moving upstate to Midtown for your dad’s new job, it was too far for him to commute. You didn’t want to move, you’d miss your school and your friends, you didn’t want to have to start afresh, “yeah, upstate,” you sighed, you’d really miss Peter too.

Instead of matching your glum energy, Peter smiled brightly, “I think you’ll love it upstate, it’s cool! And we’ll still be able to hang out, I’ll come and see you in your new place, if that’s okay of course,” he added quickly before he mumbled, “don’t wanna be a stalker or anything.”

You laughed with a nod, delighted that he still wanted to see you, you bit your lip as you gained the courage for what you knew you had to say, “why don’t you take my number?” you blushed, “then, you won’t have to search for the new place,” you laughed and shifted on the bed, you knee touching his.

The only reason why you knew Peter was because he kept coming to see you, you wouldn’t have known him any other way.

Your heart dropped when Peter gave you a pained smile, “a number comes with too many promises.”

“Like what, Peter?” you bit your lip as you watched the conflict play across Peter’s face.

“Promises that I can’t keep, look, Y/N,” he sighed sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear, “I like you a lot, but I’m not looking for anything right now, not with the whole Spider-Man thing. Please, understand,” he pressed his warm lips against your cheek again.

Peter’s words were still ringing in your ears as you watched him climb back through the window later on that night. You watched him swing away on his webs with a heavy heart until he was nothing but a speck in the distance.

About a month later you were looking down the hallways of your new school with a confused look on your face. It was your first day and you were very, very lost, you were too anxious to ask anyone for their help. You were about to go wandering again when you noticed a very familiar looking boy taking photographs just in front of you. Happiness and perhaps a little bit of astonishment filled your body.

“Peter?” you called out, grinning when he put his camera down with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t believe that he was actually here.

“Y/N!” he said with a shocked smile as you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, feeling his chuckle rumble in his chest. God, you loved his laugh, “what are you doing here?” he asked as he pulled away from you.

“I told you I was moving upstate, it’s my first day at this school,” you smiled.

“Wow, it, it’s so good to see you,” he smiled, almost looking dumbfounded.

You melted at his words, “look, Peter. I,” you blushed, hesitating as he looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you needed to tell him how you felt. You laughed nervously when Peter raised an eyebrow, “you see, the thing is,” you trailed off when a beautiful girl with white blonde hair walked up to Peter.

“Hey, you, who’s this?” she asked, looking at you with a kind smile.

Your eyes flickered over to Peter who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, “Gwen, this is my friend, Y/N, it’s her first day. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Gwen.”

Your heart dropped and sank to your stomach like a stone, quickly you managed to recover with a strained smile as Gwen spoke to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you liking Midtown so far?” Gwen smiled and you watched her link her fingers through Peter’s with a sick feeling in your stomach.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you forced a smile, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “I like it, though I’d like it more if I could find my class. Speaking of, I’d better find it,” you glanced up at the happy couple and pushed past them without waiting for an answer. You walked with your head down, finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

Peter cornered you at the end of the day while you were putting your books into your locker, “Y/N,” he started with a guilty look on his face.

“Leave me alone, Peter,” you sniffed as you slammed your locker door shut.

“Y/N, please!” he grabbed your arm gently as you tried to walk away from him.

You whirled round to look at him and scoffed when you saw that he looked like a wounded puppy, “don’t you dare look at me like that!” you hissed. Is this what it felt like to have your heart broken? “I feel like such an idiot, I thought you liked me. I tried not to look too much into it. But, I wanted to be sure,” you didn’t want him to see you cry but it was too late, “you kissed me Peter. Twice.”

“On the cheek. It was a friendly kiss, I do like you as a friend, you’re my friend, Y/N,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

Anger rose in your chest, mingling with the sadness, “then why did you lie? You told me that you weren’t looking for anything. But, you were, just not with me,” your bottom lip wobbled, “you should have told me, Peter. You should have told me the truth, you can’t have been blind to my affections for you, not after all these months.”

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” he reached out for you but you backed away.

“That’s okay, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you wiped your tears and your voice broke, “she’s beautiful, Peter. Gwen, really is beautiful.”

Peter nodded as he looked away from you, with a sigh you shook your head as you walked down the corridor, pausing to glance over your shoulder, “Peter?” with a hopeful sort of look, Peter looked up at you, “I don’t want to see you, or Spider-Man for that matter,” you looked away as a wave of sadness washed over you.

And that was how you left him, staring after you in that deserted corridor. So much for a first day.

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS | CHAPTER SIX

Prompt: “She is a threat to our universe.”

Warnings: blood and gore, mentions of death, violence.

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THIS IS A SERIES:one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight - epilogue

‘’It is weird, isn’t it?’’ Ned’s voice gained your attention back to him. You took your eyes off Peter 3.

‘’What is weird?’’ You asked him with a frown. ‘’That we found out that multiverse is real and there are other spidermen and where you have a crush on one of them considering that Peter 1 is literally like your brother?’’ Ned spoke.

You looked at him with wide eyes. ‘’I do not-’’ You began to say as he waved you off. ‘’Save the details,’’ He shrugged it off. You only stared at him blankly. ‘’It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m going to die soon, it’s no point.’’ You shrugged. Ned looked at you with sadness before he glanced back at Peter 3.

‘’Go and talk to him,’’ Ned told you as you looked at him. ‘’I know you said it wasn’t the point to get to know him, but both of you lost the people you loved and it wouldn’t hurt anyway since he’s going to go back to his world when we’re done with this,’’ Ned responded as you looked at him.

He had a good point.

You let out a deep breath before turning one last glance at Ned. ‘’Wish me good luck,’’ You muttered as he sent you an encouraging grin before you walked towards Peter 3. Your heart started to race fast and Peter 3 could hear it. He didn’t know why he felt this way but when he knew that you were going to approach him, he felt excited.

He hasn’t met someone like you. Not after when he lost Gwen and when Gwen died, he longed to feel the love that Gwen gave to him whenever she was near. He grew hopeless, thinking that he maybe was destined to be alone for the rest of his life.

That was until when he met you. He had heard about you in his universe, but in his world, you were a villain. He only heard the rumors about a girl born with the fate that was already destined to be the destroyer of the world. To end all of the Sorcerer supreme.

Unlike the others, he pitied you.

He saw from the corner of his eye that you approached him. But before you could talk to him, MJ approached you. His expression dropped. ‘’Hey, sorry for interrupting, but I convinced our Peter to talk to you,’’ MJ told you. You looked at her. ‘’No matter how angry he is, he can’t lose you, and both of you know it,’’ MJ responded.

‘’He’s standing at the balcony,’’ MJ informed as she gestured towards the balcony where you could see Peter 1 standing. You nodded as you walked towards Peter 1. The fresh air hit you once as you opened the door before you stood next to him. Nobody said anything at first while the two of you looked at New York.

‘’I know that you still hate me for what I did,’’ You replied as you kept staring at New York. You could feel Peter’s gaze on you. ‘’But you should know that I never meant to hurt you,’’ You told him and met his eyes.

‘’But I can’t let you die,’’ Peter commented with tears in his eyes.

‘’I know,’’ You whispered. ‘’But we don’t have a choice,’’

‘’There’s always a choice,’’ Peter began to say. ‘’Not this time,’’ You answered and shook your head. Peter looked at you. ‘’Are you sure? Have you ever asked about it?’’ Peter questioned. ‘’Or even tried to stop it?’’

‘’Of course, I have, Peter, there’s no other way,’’ You replied. ‘’New beginnings have an ending and there’s nothing we can’t change about it,’’ You told him.

-

You stood alone while Peter was with the others. You needed some time alone to think about your life. You didn’t want to die. You wanted to live but when the prophecy was already settled, you knew that you didn’t have a choice.

You heard the door open from behind as you turned around and much to your surprise, you saw Peter 3. ‘’Are you okay? I haven’t seen you inside for a while,’’ He responded with an assuring smile. ‘’I’m fine,’’ You replied with a smile. But Peter could tell that something was bothering you.

‘’Something else is bothering you, I can see it, you can’t lie to me, you know?’’ He chuckled and stood next to you. ‘’It took my whole life to understand if there’s something worth fighting for,’’ You spit it out. You didn’t know why you were opening up to some stranger but you and Peter 3 did become very close in a very short time.

You’ve always felt different around your friends, and even to your so-called brother. ‘’I feel like I’m not capable of doing anything and I’m justtired,’’ You confessed and closed your eyes. Peter looked at you and you felt his hands on your shoulders. ‘’Look at me,’’ You opened your eyes and met his brown ones. You never realized until now how beautiful they were.

‘’Listen to me, I know how you feel and we both are tired and it’s okay to feel like this,’’ He assured you. ‘’When I lost Gwen, I was tired of life, I was thinking that I had done something wrong that maybe I was destined to be alone maybe forever, but did you know what I did?’’ He questioned as you shook your head.

‘’I kept fighting, again and again,’’

You didn’t say anything but kept quiet. You looked at his face and you almost got lost in his eyes. Without the two of you knowing, you two kept leaning into each other. From almost day one, you had felt that you needed to be close with Peter. You didn’t know why but something drew you closer to him.

It took entire Peter’s strength to pull him back away from you. He didn’t want to look at your face since he knew that it hurt you too. ‘’Peter…’’ You began to say and he shook his head and it’s almost you could hear his thoughts.

‘’Don’t,’’ He began and stepped away from you slowly. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. ‘’I don’t want you to end up like her,’’ Peter told you as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. ‘’I know,’’ You whispered. ‘’But she would’ve wanted you to be happy,’’ You assured him.

‘’I don’t want this, I want to protect you, even from myself,’’

‘’Just please…’’ You pleaded. ‘’Just let me love you,’’ You responded.

‘’This shouldn’t have happened,’’ Peter said before he walked away from you, leaving you all alone on the balcony. You tried to stop him but he could walk away. You fell on the floor with your hand on your stomach, broken.

Relationship: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive language, crappy title (i’m sorry)
Summary: You find the hickeys Peter left on you last night
A/N: This is a short, cute thing that came to me in my sleep last night lmao I’m sorry I’m on a bit of a TASM!Peter kick lately. Peter is college-age in this which is very obvious but im still mentioning it here lmao please enjoy :)

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Usually, it was your alarm clock waking you up for your 8 A.M. lecture. But today, it was your annoying yet adorable boyfriend attacking your neck that roused you from your sleep.

You giggled, playfully trying to push him off. Of course, he didn’t budge. “Peter, seriously?”

Peter had surprised you last night by showing up at your dorm. His Friday lecture had been canceled and he thought that’d give him the perfect chance to come to visit you. You two had spent a lovely first night together but unlike him, you did have a Friday lecture to get to.

“Mmm, sorry,” he muttered into your neck as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Can’t seem to get enough of you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, honey, but you can have more of me after class,” you replied as your alarm clock went off on your bedside table. Going to a different college than your boyfriend was tough but you know what else was tough? Passing your classes.

“Skip it,” Peter replied.

You gasped at his suggestion. “Is the genius Peter Parker telling me to skip class?”

“He is,” Peter said and lifted his head from your neck. He looked at you with tempting, pleading eyes. “And I think you should listen to him. He is a genius after all.”

You laughed and shook your head, taking the chance to slip out from Peter’s grip. He whined at the loss of contact. You ignored his silly antics as you rifled through your closet, hunting for an outfit.

“I’ll be gone for an hour at most,” you said as you pulled on the comfiest outfit you could find — because, come on, Friday class — and headed over to your mirror to start on your make-up. “You can lounge around here or…”

Your words died out as you took in your rough appearance. It took all your strength not to scream as you whipped your head to your boyfriend who was completely oblivious to what you had just found. He was laying on the dorm bed, flipping through one of your textbooks.

“Or what, babe?” Peter asked, still unaware of the anger that was beginning to boil in you.

You promptly ignored his question and asked, “Peter, what the hell is this?”

“One of your textbooks,” he replied. “You know, this all seems a little—,”

“No, Peter, I’m not talking about the damn textbook,” you said, your voice just nearly at a scream. Your tone made Peter finally look up at you. “I’m talking about the fact it looks I took a million paintballs to the neck.” You motioned dramatically towards the string of hickeys that painted your skin, ready to burst. It wasn’t unusual for either of you to leave marks on one another but you tried to refrain from it when one of you had something to do the next morning. Something like — going to class.

Peter, however, wasn’t phased at all. A cocky, cheesy grin slowly broke out on his lips as he took in the marks he had shamelessly made on you last night. There wasn’t even an ounce of remorse in his eyes.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he said with a laugh. “You were screaming but it wasn’t from anger.”

You felt your skin get warm as the memories of your late-night activities flooded your brain — No, you couldn’t get distracted by that. You pushed back the thoughts.

“I have class to go to, Peter,” you whined as you began fumbling for your foundation. You didn’t actually normally wear heavy make-up, your foundation only being used in desperate times. Like now. “I barely have time for this.”

Peter sat up on the bed. “Then leave them,” he said with a shrug. That ridiculous smirk was still plastered on his face.

You shot him a look in the mirror. “I can’t go to class with all…this on my neck. What on earth would my classmates think?”

Peter barked out a laugh. “Maybe that you have a partner who knows how to please you?”

“Peter, that’s…” You shook your head but didn’t know where to go with your words. You eyed your foundation, trying to ignore the little stirring that began in your stomach at his words. Well, when you put it that way…

When you turned your attention back to the mirror, Peter was suddenly behind you. You nearly jumped, having not heard him approach. He was sporting only a pair of grey sweatpants that were hanging tempting low.

“That’s what?” He asked as his hands snaked around your waist and his head fell to your shoulder. Your gaze met his in the mirror. “That’s a good idea? That’s a great idea? I am a genius, according to you.”

Gosh, he was never going to let that go. “It’s just… It’s not very professional, is it?”

“If you’re so worried about it,” he muttered into your neck, “why don’t you skip class today and come back to bed? We’ll let those marks heal, hmm?”

You squirmed beneath his touch, a light, breathy laugh leaving your lips. “Are you really going to let them heal? Or are you just going to add more to the collection?”

“Hmm,” he sighed, “haven’t decided yet. Why not come back to bed and find out?”

“You’re ridiculous, Peter,” you said as he began pulling you away from the mirror and towards your dorm room bed. It was the complete opposite of what you should be doing, but you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

“But you love me,” Peter replied.

“Yeah,” you muttered, “I guess so.”

The next thing you knew, you were being pulled down into the sheets once again.