about.in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.
warnings.corny‼️
ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this
“you look like someone who could use some company.”
oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.
but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”
“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”
“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”
“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.
it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”
you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”
“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.
and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”
“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”
you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.
“i don’t stoop that low.”
“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”
“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.
“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”
you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.
“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”
**
you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.
you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.
you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”
“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.
“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”
What can I say, this is my childhood dream coming to real life! Still can’t believe it’s happened…
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it’s not common that you get to have nights in with peter, y’know, with all the spider-man stuff. because of that, your nights in are usually jam-packed to make up for it. you two would do things ranging from spa nights with face masks, hair masks and manicures to game nights (he always wins twister).
other times you’re both too tired and want to revel in the domesticity of this sacred time together. so, here you two were, heads on opposite ends of the bed - yours against the headboard and his propped up on a pillow near your feet - reading in silence. the room was quiet minus the sounds of your breathing, the flicker of the candle next to the soft lamp that illuminated your room, and occasionally the honk from the streets of new york just outside your window.
you were so relaxed and full of love, stealing glances at peter every once in a while. sometimes he’d be deep into the words on the page, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids hooded, lips parted. you wanted to crawl over and kiss him so badly. other times, when you’d glance at him, he was already looking at you with a sleepy, dopey smile on his face. you always blushed and looked away.
meanwhile, peter was enamored. honestly, he hadn’t read more than 3 sentences in his book that entire time because your presence was just more stimulating. you were doing barely anything - sighing, turning your page, laughing at a funny line - and he just wanted to pounce. he wanted to kiss and hug you so tightly it hurt him. made his skin burn. he loved your focused face. he couldn’t help himself to reach out and rub your ankle every once in a while; you were just so alluring. so, he waited patiently there, soaking in your entire being as he waited for you to finish your book and pay attention to him.
when you sniffled, his head shot up, he propped himself up on his elbows and surveyed your emotions. he could hear your heart beating.
“what’s wrong?” he questioned immediately.
you shook your head, lip pouting. “nothin’, this book is getting so sad, peter.”
his stomach flipped when you said his name. “well, maybe we’re done for the day, yeah?” he offered, reaching over for the book.
“no!” you exclaimed, scaring you both. your eyes widened before you both began chuckling. “sorry, sorry. i’m almost done, i need to know what happens, p”
he nodded his head, he adored you. he wondered for a moment if he should start writing books just to see you like this, so entranced and happy. just for you. “my sweet girl” he hummed, leaning over for a kiss before laying down on his pillow again. he opened his book but kept his attention on listening to your heart beat.
after a while, you finished your book and sighed contentedly, closing it. you looked at the front and back for a while before scooching over to peter. his book was closed in seconds. you leaned over him, admiring his face and smile. you felt lovely and warm.
you ran your hand against his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his stubble. you kissed him, slowly and softly.
you pulled back, continuing to just feel him. his hair, his stubble. you ran your finger down his nose and across his smiling lips. across his eyelids and long soft eyelashes.
you loved him.
“how was your book?” he hummed.
you jumped a bit in excitement “you wanna hear about it?” you asked, almost in disbelief.
he nodded his head, “everything, all of it; i want to feel like i read it”
your eyes lit up with excitement, “okay, but i’m literally gonna tell you the entire plot, peter. i’ll have to tell you everything”
he only raised his eyebrows, as if to say ‘go ahead’ and you began your excited rambling.
god, he loved you so much. his chest hurt as you described the characters in detail, telling him which one was your favorite. he loved watching you flip back through the book to read him some particularly touching lines or give him a back story to a joke that made you laugh. his heart lurched when you ran out of breath, or back tracked because you forgot something, or when you leaned down to kiss him while talking about a sweet moment in the book. his hand rested on your waist when you shyly blinked back tears recounting the emotional events, giving it a squeeze or two while you pushed through the feelings.
“don’t fall asleep, pete!” you exclaimed when he closed his eyes for a moment.
he laughed, “i’m not, i’m not! just visualizing it all!”
“you are not! you’re sleeping!” you accused, laughing exasperatedly.
“i promise im not - i just want to see it” he said, closing his eyes as you continued recounting the novel while you lightly traced his features.
he continued to listen, asking questions about that one character or a plot point you seemed to have forgotten. when you finished, he looked up at you, smiling, always smiling.
“i loved it” he beamed.
“really?” you beamed back.
“yeah, i think i’ll have to read it myself. after i finish this one” he said, grabbing his own book.
you hummed, crawling on top of him. you laid your body right on top of his, chest to chest.
“what’s yours about?” you asked, settled into him.
“okay, i’m not done yet but - don’t fall asleep!“ he said, pinching your butt for a moment before delving into his own read.
you were warm against him. he was so happy, so content. he went through his book, stuttering over his words every so often when he thought about you and how much he loved you.
summary: peter stumbles into reader’s apartment with an emergency
it’s not that you were used to the huge thumping of peter’s body against your window or the sudden knocking in the middle of the night - you just expected it. the sudden noises still startled you but not for long since you always raised your head to the window to see your best friend’s bashful (sometimes bloody) face or spider-man’s mask.
so now, you let the huge thump make you jump in your seat at your desk. before you could even raise from your seat he began knocking incessantly, making you roll your eyes (it was the middle of the night for christ’s sake!).
you still rushed over to the window to see peter pulling at his tight spandex suit and frantically gripping his body. his voice was muffled from the glass but you could tell he was screaming.
“oh my god what the fuck peter?” you scream back, letting him into your apartment.
“it burns it fucking burns y/n please help me! fuck! holy shit! help help” he begs, still pulling at his suit while squirming around the room.
you pull his mask off of his head to see his scared face and red eyes. “peter, what burns?! what’s going on?!?”
he screams again before leaving your room and heading into your bathroom, screaming the whole way there. you trail behind and enter the bathroom to see him standing in the shower under the running water, ripping the suit off of his body. “oh my god oh my god y/n please help me i’m fucking begging you!”
your heart is racing - you’re extremely scared now but you jump into the shower anyways, letting the water soak you in your pajamas. you pull the suit from his body, revealing his very toned torso. you try not to blush or look shocked as you continue to frantically pull it away from his body. he pants the entire time, squirming and scratching at his very red skin.
“oh god this is fucking terrible - does this water get any colder please y/n”
he’s standing under the water, clad in just a very tight and very thin pair of underwear that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.
your jaw drops and your face flushes, but peter’s still jumping around. you try hard not to get distracted. you put the water on the coldest temperature and guide your hands across his torso, trying to soothe whatever burning was happening. his screaming has turned to incoherent mumbling and he even lets out a long groan - the cold water was clearly helping.
he’s breathing heavily, guiding his own hands across his body as his head tilts back. “i - i don’t know what happened. i don’t know what it was. i - i was just fighting some bad guys and then one of them throws some fucking chemical at me and i go blind for a second. then i’m rushing here trying not to let my skin burn off.”
you nod your head, still not understanding completely what could have caused this. you grab your bar of soap, letting it gently glide across his body. it soothes him greatly, making him let out another groan, this one long and breathy.
“oh my god. that’s so good - that feels so good” he whispers, eyes still closed.
you’re blushing furiously now, letting your head hang as you just focus on the task at hand.
“your skin is getting less red” you note.
“oh my god, thank you so much. i’m so sorry y/n, i really didn’t know what to do. it hurt so bad - i was so scared” he admits, letting a hand rest on your shoulder.
you look up at him and he’s already looking down at you, hair soaked and lips parted.
“you’re all wet” he says, eyes scanning your body before a hint of that dopey smile spreads across his lips.
you let out a light chuckle, “yeah, didn’t have much of a choice. you were really freaking out pete”
he grabs the soap from your hand. “ ‘msorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” his other hand lightly grazes your cheek. “alright, i feel way better. get outta here and go dry up, please”
you laugh, nodding your head before ringing your clothes out as much as you can before stepping out. you stand on the other side of the shower curtain now, pulling the clothes away from your body and wrapping yourself in a towel.
his head pops out, “oh, uh t-thank you. so much. i seriously can’t live without you.”
you nod your head at him with a smile before exiting the bathroom, cheeks burning.
when he emerges from the shower, he feels so much better, relishing in the feeling of his skin being basically back to normal. he looks at the bathroom counter to see a shirt and sweatpants folded neatly for him. both are his from one of the various times he’s stayed over. he smiles, chest fluttering with his love and appreciation for you as he gets dressed.
he leaves the shirt there, however, wanting to still air out the part of his body that he scratched the most.
he walks back to your room where you’re standing in front of your mirror and drying your hair. you make eye contact with him in the mirror while he approaches you. he leans forward, leaving a long kiss on the top of your head.
“thank you, love you” he mumbles against your head before retreating to flop onto the bed. the bed is basically both of yours with how much he’s stayed the night.
you finish up and approach him, giving him a joking slap on the butt.
he jumps with a shriek.
“oh my god! i’m so sorry peter! does it burn?!” you screech with terror.
he looks at you and laughs, shaking his head before “no, it’s fine, i just hate it when you do that”
you laugh with relief before pulling back the neat bed covers and trying hard to yank them out from under him.
“cmon spider boy - get up and get in bed” you huff.
he obliges immediately and crawls up the bed and under the cool, silk covers. he nearly moans.
you two settle in with your bodies facing each other. the room is mostly dark except for a far away street lamp outside but it’s entirely peaceful.
you relish in how calm peter looks as he looks at you; you’re so glad he’s okay.
“thank you for helping me.” he whispers, finger coming up to trace your nose.
your hand comes up to do the same to his, making him smile. “anytime” you whisper back.
he sighs and scooches forward to leave a kiss on your forehead before wrapping his arms around your body so you can lay against him, your head against his chest.
it burns a bit - he’s still sensitive - but he doesn’t care one bit. he’s glad you’re resting.
your breathing becomes slower and slower as you finally fall asleep - then he follows.
goddd i just want spider-man’s identity to be his own worst but new york city’s best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn’t.
the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it’s gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from “hey, i’m sure you were just excited, but….” to “ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch”.
any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:
“he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands…”
“wow… i’ve never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker’s daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is ‘dreamy’.”
these secrets are freely given if you’re kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him… “i don’t know what you’re talking about, buddy. he’s just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city’s problems on so we don’t unionize or worse”
so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p’ and rhymes with 'meter’… on the record, they don’t know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it’s only fair if they help him a little in return.
Every time I see a beautiful post about how Spidey collectively brings out the best I have to imagine the inverse of Venom just idiot disastering his way to the same result. His identity is so openly known that no one cares. Villains roll into to town prepared to “ruin his life” and just stop inside his apartment, looking around in horror, before turning to leave “I can’t do anything worse to this guy than life already did.”
“Venom saved everyone on the bus when it nearly went off a bridge, but he hung around for an hour caging spare change. He’s just going to buy tater tots.”
“My store was almost robbed but that weirdo ate the robber and now once a month he steals all the barbecue pork rinds.”
Someone comes into try and take Venom into jail but gets nowhere not because everyone is protecting him but because everyone just doesn’t want to know where he is. “Eddie? Ugh, I don’t know. I try to avoid him at every possible moment. Why don’t you fire up the tater tot signal that oughta bring them.”
Sooo, i wanted an Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker wallpaper. But all of them were either (hardcore) spiderman themed or had Andrew’s face plastered all over it. Don’t get me wrong, his face is lovely, but i prefer my wallpapers to stay a bit lowkey and more aesthetically pleasing! So i edited one myself!
✍ Summary: Your Peter’s best friend. So, when he almost loses you - it’s dejavu. | 2.7k
Warning: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS
Finding yourself in a whole new version of New York with your best friend, Peter Parker, was confusing enough.
But whoever thought that it was a good idea to add some magical portal with two teenagers who seemed to be calling out to your best friend - obviously was crazy.
“Should we go to them?” Peter asked, nodding towards the portal with the two teenagers.
You looked at him, “Peter, as your best friend, you know that I often commend you for your brilliance, but this is seriously one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had.”
summary:one thing led to another and the argument you had with peter a couple weeks ago put a rift in your relationship, when spiderman comes in unannounced at your pit party, it only opens a door to two idiots finding their peace with one another.
genre:angst, ex-friends(ish) to lovers, fluff
word count: 3.2k+
note:this is just a blurb i wrote bc nothing is working out for me rn so i needed to destress with this fine ass man
As much as it was difficult to discern between the glossiness of your eyes and the blurry skylines of Queens, you really wanted to guess it was tears that were causing this.
The wind was biting and unforgiving, and although you had initially thought it would be this chilly, there was a whole new set of emotions that sent your body in a rigid form.
There was a box of pizza next to you, and even if your stomach rumbled, you knew you couldn’t hold the food down for long.
With the air that rushed past your ears and the erratic thumping in your weak chest, you missed the little thump that came from behind you.
“Whoa…” Your shoulders froze at the voice, “You’re not um,” You whipped your neck around, mouth falling open in surprise when you saw who it was, “You’re not thinking of jumping, are you?”
Despite his wide popularity, especially around your area, you had never seen the hero before, and seeing spiderman up close was definitely much more intimidating than you thought it would be.
He was clad in his infamous red suit, though his voice was certainly much deeper than you expected it to be. Perhaps even fake? It sounded far too low for any normal human being.
You felt your cheeks heating up in his presence regardless, embarrassed that the celebrated hero found you in such a vulnerable state, and you quickly swatted at your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.
“I-” You paused, not knowing if you should bow or courtesy or shake his hand, and you suddenly felt your mouth running dry as you continued to just stare at him, “Mr, um, spiderman? It’s such an honor, oh god, if only my friends were here, oh wow…” You trailed off, rambling as you paced back and forth, heartbeat picking up as you stuttered to a stop.
“No! I’m not um,” You suddenly remembered his original question as you glanced behind you, to the ledge you were sitting on, and gulped, “Not thinking of j-jumping.”
His little eyes narrowed and you took a step back, picking at your nails as you nervously looked back at him, not knowing what you should do.
You watched in silence as he gazed around you, noting the little blankets you had laid out, the pizza box left untouched, the little cupcakes you had made earlier, the laptop whose screen faded to black after some time of no use, and you could almost see the questioning in his spider-eyes.
Peter, in all his glorious honesty, didn’t know why he was here.
From the way it had been going the past couple of weeks, it seemed that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. The arguing had gotten to such a point he genuinely questioned if you could even stand being in the same room as him, let alone spend quality time together.
But he knew you too well, your apartment building too well, and seeing your frame on that rooftop worried a part of him he never knew was there.
Aside from your awkward shuffling, it seemed that you were either nervous from him being here, or just not expecting any company guessing on the layout, but a part of him itched, no, ached to speak with you again, even if it wasn’t on knowing terms.
You, however, half expected him to leave, seeing that his hero duty was out of the way. If you weren’t going to jump, then he’d have no use being here. But he seemed quite intent on staying if his awkward posture said anything about it.
“That’s um, that’s good,” He faltered when he saw you looking at him, quickly glancing somewhere else as he tried to think of logical reasoning behind you being up here.
“Are you havin’ a party up here or something?” He finally asked after a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence.
You must have had a shockingly surprised look on your face for the little laugh that escaped his lips, and you gave him a small smile, and then a nod.
“Yeah, um, actually,” You rubbed the back of your head as you looked at the pitiful scene, “Can’t say it’s been such a success, though,” You gave a sad snort, kicking some little pebbles aside as you waited for him to respond again.
He began walking around a bit, scooping out the rooftop as he looked over his shoulder, waiting for you to explain.
“What’s the party for?” You watched intently, deciding whether or not to tell the famous hero the truth, but you figured this would be the last you’d be seeing of him, so you shrugged, sitting down near the ledge as you rested your chin on your elbows, peering out into the skyline as you answered.
“My birthday,” You sighed, trying your best to bit back the tears you had so terribly fought against the past hour, “But uh,” You gnawed on your lip from keeping it from wobbling, “Not many people showed up if I’m being honest.”
Unbeknownst to you, since your back was to him, Peter stopped instantly upon your words, heart freezing in his chest as he watched your breathing become a bit ragged.
No, it couldn’t have been today. It had to have been in a couple weeks, it had to be, but as he counted the days down in his head he could only come to one faithful number.
“So,” He clenched his fists, grateful that you couldn’t see him, “Who came?” Please, he prayed, let Gwen have to remember to come.
You took in another shaky breath, really hoping that the masked hero had terrible hearing as you shrugged, quickly wiping at your eyes as you harshly bit your cheek.
“Nobody,” You breathed roughly through your nose, “But it’s okay, actually,” You looked back at him, trying to look your strongest as you pointed to the pizza and cupcakes, “I’ll probably just celebrate with my parents when they come back from their trip.” You felt your voice get quieter and quieter in embracement. Eventually, you just shut up as you let the roar of car honking take over.
For once, he was grateful you didn’t know of his identity. It helped him a bit by looking like less of a dick as he slowly approached you, still formulating the words to make up for his unmasked counterpart.
“Well, they’re all terrible friends, then,” He said carefully, calculating your response.
Even so, he didn’t want to blame her for a mistake that was his fault. He knew he should have taken the blame for the falling out you had a while ago, but his ego was far too big to accept something like that.
So instead, he just brought you down with him, when he knew damn well it wasn’t your fault.
But instead, curse your evergrowing heart, you let out a soft giggle, rubbing your nose to hide the snot as he crouched down a bit further from you.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed you’d be spending your birthday with the spiderman. Even if you were crying your eyes out in front of him, it felt a little better to be with someone than to be alone.
“It’s kinda on my end, if I’m being honest,” You admitted, giving a wet chuckled as you glanced at his mask, gnawing on our bottom lip as you decided if you should tell him the truth.
“Oh?” Peter wanted to know more, who you wanted to blame, but spiderman just had to act curious, and a part of him felt terrible for lying to you like.
In all your years of knowing you, you’ve never done anything to deliberately hurt him. Push him sometimes, sure, but that’s what your friendship was. Cheesy jokes, lame movie jabs, and hours spent struggling over chemistry homework because the teacher just refused to hold any office hours.
“Yeah,” You heaved out another sigh, turning around as you leaned back on the bricks, “I haven’t really been speaking to them, but…” You trailed off, deep in thought. You knew the texts went through, so it was only up to them to ignore it.
You hoped, in a sense, that this would reconcile things between your group. You could count on a singular hand how many times this had happened before, and you really tried your best to use things you knew they liked to get them to ease up a bit.
“It’s no excuse for them not to come. They’re your friends,” He firmly said in his deep voice, and despite his serious tone, you let out another laugh, stopping instantly when you felt as though you were disrespecting him.
His eyes narrowed again, but under his mask, he felt his lips quirk up in a small smile, thankful to have made you laugh somehow, even if it was indirectly caused.
“What?” He questioned, but even then, it might have been the ain you felt or just how tired you were from everything, you chortled again.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that,” You pointed weakly to his mask, “Your voice is a bit, well,” You bit your lip, thinking of the right worm “Distorted.”
Peter grinned, shifting his posting so that he was crossing his knees, facing you as he shrugged, playing with the hem of the blanket as he answered.
“Can’t have ya’ bumping into me on the street and recognizing me by voice, that’s just a hassle for me to clean up,” He really hoped you could tell that he was teasing despite his messed up tone, but your chest rumbled as you let out a stronger laugh, still stuffy from your crying, but still, improvement.
“Threatening to kill an innocent citizen? Surely that can’t look good on your record,” You joked back and he let out an audible sigh of relief.
“Not kill,” His hands bumped your shoe on accident as he situated himself more comfortably on the floor, “There are more ways to make someone quiet.” Peter truly knew none of them.
And just like that, you and Peter fell into your little playful banter, and after he wondered why he felt so full after being so empty these past couple of weeks, and with a solemn, guilty look at you, he knew why.
“Do you want some pizza?” You offered randomly, and almost wanted to bury yourself deep in a pile of sand for even speaking.
“Pizza?” His head turned to the box as if he’d never heard the word before.
“Yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s a bit cold though. But for everything you do for New York, you can have a slice, as long as you promise not to kill me when you see me on the street,” You sent him a little wink and behind the mask, Peter wanted to hide his face in his hands for blushing.
“You sure?” He was hesitant in even asking the question. What would you think if you knew it was him under that mask? Surely you wouldn’t offer the pizza to the Peter you knew.
“Yeah, f'course,” You pushed the box to him, and then your little tupperware of cupcakes as well, “You can have some of these if you’d want, too.”
His hands faltered over the box.
“Really?” It felt wrong eating this food. This had to be crossing some sort of friendship, ex-friends, on the brink, whatever the two of you were, line.
“Take as many as you’d like,” You assured him as you pushed them in his direction, ducking your face in your hands, entirely angeling your back towards him as he stopped his movements.
“What are you doing?” He asked and you felt your brows furrow at the obvious question.
“Giving you privacy, of course,” You responded as if it was the only explanation.
He chuckled, shaking his head as you peaked over at the ground, only for him to be peering back up at you, and you let out a quiet yelp.
The bottom of his mask was lifted up, and you could only see his mouth and the tip of his nose as he waved to you.
“Thankfully you can stare at me all you want, this mask can be detached.” You felt your cheeks warm up at his words, especially now that you could actually hear his real voice.
“You are aware that I now know what you sound like, right?” You tilted your head to the side, and almost laughed when the pizza stopped right at his mouth, and you heard him let out a quiet shit before he went back to eating.
After he was done chewing, and gulped dryly, trying to see if you knew who he really was.
“Guess I’ll just have to take you out now,” He went for a cupcake, noting that it was chocolate, your least favorite flavor, and as he looked at you he wondered why you would have ever made these for your birthday.
“Gonna kill me on my birthday?” You rested your head back, looking up at the cloudy sky as you let out a deep breath, taking into account the sounds of happiness he made when he bit into the sweet.
“Nah,” You peeked at him, seeing the little chocolate crumbs that cornered his lips and smiled, “I told ‘ya; there are more ways than just one.”
You feel your hands balling into fists the more he ate, almost feeling like throwing the laptop at his head if it wasn’t for the damage that would follow in suit.
“Hey, Pete?” You asked, testing out your suspicion the moment you heard him speak.
“Yeah?”
His second cupcake fell from his hand as he slowly looked up, eyes widening as a look of fury overtook your features, standing up quickly as you stalked away, almost running as you tried to get to the stairs.
“H-hey! Wait up! Y/n!” You heard him calling your name, the sound getting closer and closer until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, gently tugging you back.
You didn’t expect to bump right into his chest, looking up and see his bare face, brown eyes filled with worry, hair falling into his face as he tried to carefully hold you down.
“Getoff me!” You yelled, pushing his hands aside in a weak attempt as you felt new waves of tears rolling in, a new feeling flooding your veins, your brain, your heart as yous tared up a somebody you thought you had never before until tonight.
He’d never told you? Had he told Gwen? Aunt May?Why didn’t he come? This had to be why he’d always show up to class with poorly-covered bruises on his face and say they came from slipping on the stairs. The questions shakily flooded your thoughts as Peter tried his best to stop you from squirming around.
“Y/n, come on, please give me a se-” You stopped, sending him a deathly looking glare as he ducked his head in shame.
“What are you thinking?” You seethed, pushing against his chest as you assessed his uniform, “Spiderman, really? Pete y-you can’t be a hero right now, you’re too young! It’s so dangerous! A-and you have school! A-and May!” You yelled, walking wildly around as you gripped your scalp in defiant anger.
“Y/n…” He followed you around, but you shook your head, pointing a finger into his chest as you tried to wipe at your eyes to hide your weakness from him.
“God, fuck you, Peter! You stop talking to me for weeks and then show up hours after I texted you to come?” He felt his resolve shatter as your lips wobbled.
“Do you hate me? Just say it, please, I-I can’t do this anymore!” You threw your hands up, going back to gnawing on your nails as you paced around, “You always flake on me, but then I see you hanging out with Gwen hours later and I just feel so stupid…” You stopped shaking and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, feeling your cheek pressed against his chest as you silently sobbed.
“Why didn’t you come, Pete?” You whispered against his suit.
He didn’t know. He didn’t want to lie to you, not ever, so he stayed silent.
“Do you hate me?” You felt so weak, hands against him, trying to push away but knowing that in the end, you’d never stray far away from the comfort that was him.
“God, no, Y/n,” He quickly shook his head, his hand rubbing a slow hand over your spine, his gloved hands still warm in a sense as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” He said, voice heavy as he felt slow hands wrap themselves around his waist.
“Then why,” You pressed your lips together to stop the quiet sob, “Why didn’t you come?”
He faltered. Before he could stop himself, he felt the truth tumbling out into a spew of words he no longer had control over but had longed to say for so long.
“Because I’m in love with you, Y/n,” He felt you stop under his hands, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. A-and I know, I knowI shouldn’t have yelled at you that night but you just scared me so much that I didn’t know what to do. Y-you came in with scratches all over your face and I just forgot about your cat…” He trailed off, pulling away from you as he tried to search your eyes for a reaction, anything to tell him that he wasn’t speaking to a wall.
“You love me?” You whispered back, hands hovering over his as you almost couldn’t believe what he had just said.
Your breathing stopped as he slowly shook his head, not knowing if your question was good or bad.
“I-I well, love is such a broad term that you can’t really kno-”
“I love you too.” You stuttered out, and he stopped at your words, looking down at you as if you had hung the moon and stars and had just spoken the unforbidden words of truth he had only hoped to hear in his dreams.
He stopped, hands working almost like a clockwise motion as they carefully moved up your face, tracing your features as if he had never seen them before.
“Really?”
You nodded, but then glared at him, with no real malice in your eyes.
“Doesn’t excuse you for not coming to my birthday, though.” His hand still traveled up, cupping your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I know, I promise I’ll make it all up to you this entire month. Anythin’ you ask for darlin’, I’ll give you everything.” It was a promise his confession wouldn’t even need, but he wasn’t lying. He’d give you the entire world if he could.
“You better,” you muttered as he lifted you up to his lips, feeling them fall onto yours as they moved in tangent, almost as if they were meant to be there, and despite being in a spiderman suit, covered in crumbs and pizza sauce, hours late to your party, in a sense, you couldn’t have asked for anything else as a gift.
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I am okey with writing most of things, i have no problem writing about deeper subjects. I’m okey with; Fluff, angst, half spicey, drugs, alcohol, light mentions of trauma, any kind of x Reader (Gn, male, female.)
What i wont write:
I wont write; Sister x stepbro, any kind of huge age gap (like not over 7 yrs), incest, rape, suicide (only on my own conditions) assult in a relationship, abuse (on deep level), pedophilia, smut.
: Peter can’t sleep, so he goes on a walk two levels above his to where he know he’ll get sleep
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/: HAHA back to my Tumblr roots with Peter Parker x Reader ;)
The compound was quiet, well, if you considered quiet to be that Bucky, Steve and Sam was snoring from their rooms. Wanda was still up watching TV in her room, Natasha was downstairs training late, music blaring from the speakers in the training room.
If you asked Peter, some nights he would say it was annoying, other night he’d tell you it was completely fine since he was actually quite used to it after how long he’d now been living there. Some nights however, Peter found that living on the floor he lived on was not all peace and calm.
Since not only were Bucky and Sam on the same floor as him, but even Steve were on the same floor as him. Now, no matter how wealthy Tony was, he had yet to actually make the rooms soundproof. That meant Peter had to hear Sam’s alarm every morning at four thirty for him to wake up and go for a run. Then it was Steve’s alarm on the other side of his room that went off at five in the morning for Steve’s morning lifting and run.
In the day when Peter needed to do school work, that would be disrupted by Bucky and Sam arguing and sometimes being close to a physical fight, idiots. And with that came Steve who would try and stop the two of them.
So to say being a teenager in the compound wasn’t easy was a understatement. He lived with grown-ups who at times acted even more childish than Peter ever been in his entire life, constant bickering and competitions he was always dragged into.
But he wasn’t alone, because then there was y/n too. She was Natasha’s adopted daughter, Nat had found her in Budapest when on mission to kill Dreykov’s daughter. y/n was gonna get sent to the red room but Nat had found her before that and took in the scared girl.
Peter had been tossing around in his bed for the past two hours, unable to fall asleep as he knew that in just one hour, Sam’s alarm was about to blare, on a saturday morning. He tried ro switch position and get comfortable but ut didn’t work.
He was tired, Peter had been up until two in the morning working on a essay from school, finally getting it done and sending it in to his teacher. It was extremely tiresome along with bring Spider-Man and having to train.
He laid on his back, arms folded over his chest as he let out a annoyed huff of air. Banging his head back against the pillow as he got irritated at himself for not falling asleep.
No way in hell would Peter be able to fall asleep, it would be impossible with all the noises and knowledge of being awoken in about an hour by Sam’s damn alarm. But a he thought about it, it was just one thing he could do.
Throwing his blanket off of him, Peter stood up, grabbing it and wrapping the blanket around him. Making him look like a caterpillar with two legs as he marched towards his door. The hallway of his level was at time scary to walk past as you never knew if Steve or Bucky would wake up and look what was going on. Damn light sleepers.
Peter made his way into the elevator which was dimly lit, holding the blanket closer to himself. He pressed the button that was two levels above where he lived. Knowing Natasha was down in the main area and training, Peter had no worries.
Once the elevator reached the level where y/n lived on he immediately went straight for her door, holding a tired expression on his face the whole time as his blanket was still wrapped around him tightly from head to knees.
Peter knocked lightly on her door, pressing his ear ro see if she answered him or he had to walk inside and wake her up, which he would be ashamed and embarrassed of in the morning. When Peter thought he heard a faint call on ’What?..’he too that as his cue.
“y/n!” Peter whisper-shouted as he poked his head inside the girls room, it was engulfed in darkness.
“The hell do you want Peter?” y/n’s voice was filled with tiredness as she spoke, turning around to face the door where Peter was walking in. He was quick to walk inside, almost floating over the floor quietly as ge walked closer to y/n’s bed.
The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She slowly made out his form, wrapped up in his own blanket, his brown locks messy from him tossing and turning around and his face held a small pout of exhaustion.
“So, the caterpillar is on a walk again?” y/n asked teasingly as her voice laced with sleep.
“Shut up,” Peter told off. “Can I sleep in here?”
y/n moved over in her bed towards the other side of it, the bed was big enough for them both and this wasn’t anything new. I mean, what can you expect from clingy and loving Peter Parker when he’s your boyfriend? She patted the empty space for Peter.
“Come on, love, I wanna go back to sleep,” y/n laid down, opening up her arms for the boy to lay down under her comforter.
Peter didn’t hesitate to lay down next to y/n, moving so he laid with his head on her chest. Arms around her waist loosely as he tangled his legs with hers, making y/n let out a tired laugh at him. Moving her comforter over the both of them and them fixing Peter’s blanked over them too as he had just dropped it on the bed.
“Now, please tell me why you woke me up at three thirty on a saturday morning?” y/n edged her boyfriend, placing a kiss on his forehead before running her fingers through his messy brown hair.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Peter mumbled into the fabric of her shirt, that actually was his, eyes closed as he finally felt at peace.
“That’s all?” y/n yawned while petting his hair.
“Mhm,” Peter hummed as sleep started to finally over come him. Letting it take over his body as the comfort of y/n was all he needed ro really relax. It also helped that she lived on a separate level with Nat from the rest of them, it was quiet up here.
“The things I do for loving you,” y/n gave Peter another kiss on his forehead, moving so she was comfortable on the bed while closing her eyes.
“Love you,” Peter mumbled.
“Love you too,”
-Extra, brought to you by my dog-
“Should we wake them?” Clint asked as he, Natasha and Tony stood in the door of y/n’s room.
They all looked at the two teenagers that were tangled up in one another, Peter definitely being the one who was most clingy, even when sleeping.
“I think we should,” Tony said as he was about to walk inside the room and wake the two, Natasha however, was to quick and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt.
“No, leave them alone,”
“Nat, it’s almost twelve, they should be up by now.” Clint told his colleague and bestfriend as he looked at the two teenagers and then back at Nat.
“Actually, I think I’m just gonna go,” Tony slipped from Nats grip and down the hallway.
A sigh escaped Nat’s lips as she watched the two sleep, that sight was not something she would ever get used to. Her mind would always see that scared little girl that ran up to her in Budapest and frantically started to rant in russian about some men.
“She’s not gonna be a kid forever,” Clint placed a hand in Natasha’s shoulder and closed the door into y/n’s room.
“That I know,”
“Well, stop acting like she’s aways gonna be that scared little girl,”
“Oh I would kick your ass right now if they weren’t asleep in there Barton.”
with how quickly tasm flash started being all touchy and buddy buddy with peter i’m gonna assume they used to be friends before high school and him comforting peter about uncle ben’s death was the breaking point he needed to start being friends with him again
warnings: angst, general owie moments, mention of penis.
heyo!! i am not sure why i keep writing breakups for peter i need to give this kid a break fr but anyways here u go :D my masterlist can be found hereand my requests are open :)
“Peter Parker, MIT!” There was an outburst of applause as Peter hopped up the steps and accepted his diploma.
You’d already received yours, and with tears in your eyes, joyful ones for now, you clapped and hollered for Peter. You were so proud of him for getting into MIT, and it was evident with the way you were totally ruining your makeup.
After receiving his diploma he jogged over to where you were sitting, giving his apologies to the people he was pushing past, and planted a kiss on your cheek.
“We made it, love.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you, the picture perfect image of high school sweethearts, cheered for the rest of your classmates.
Once the ceremony was over, you, Peter, Ned, and MJ took photos, exchanging gifts you’d gotten each other.
“Guys- I’m gonna cry. You didn’t.” MJ fake sobbed as she pulled out her group gift, which was a gift card to the coffee shop she worked at.
Peter received a set of house keys (his own, he’d lost them and MJf ound them), Ned received a pair of socks, (Is this because of that one time I had a hole in my sock?”) and you received a notebook, and when you’d opened it there was just a quite detailed penis drawn on every page. (“I’m quite artistically talented.” explained MJ.)
After you’d waved goodbye to MJ and Ned, with promises of hanging out over the summer, you and peter headed home, hand in hand.
Your thumb was drawing circles on his palm, something he noticed you’d only done when you were nervous.
He tried to brush it off as the nerves of being a new high school graduate, but when he’d gone to unlock his front door, and you let go of his hand, he knew something was wrong.
“Pete wait.” You spoke, tucking the congrats grad bear he’d given to you in private under your arm and switching your handbag to the other hand.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” He turned around, leaving the key in the doorknob. You looked sad, almost, standing in the flickering lights of his apartment hallway, though you were ethereal to him nonetheless.
“I just- God why is this so hard- You’re going to MIT. And I’m so so proud of you.” Your voice cracked, and Peter felt his heart drop. “But, I’m not. I, fuck. I’m going to California Peter. Do you know how far away that is?” You laughed dryly, sniffling and looking over Peter’s shoulder. “Do you know how far Massachusetts is from California? It’s 3,000 miles, Pete. We, we can’t make that work.”
“Yes we can, I promise we can. Just, please. We have the summer and we can call and we can- I can get Mr. Stark to fly me over there every weekend and we can make it work. We can do it, please don’t, we can, we can.” He repeated, begging you, as you stood there with tears, this time sad ones, running down your cheek.
“Pete..” You said softly. “We can’t.”
“Mr. Stark-“
“Tony can’t do everything for you. You’re a college student now, I bet your internship is ending. An MIT student! The love of my life is going to MIT! You truly don’t know how happy you’ve made me. But we just can’t. Long distance doesn’t work Peter. I’d rather break our hearts now, then in the future, when we can’t get over it.” You untucked the bear from your arm, fiddling with its arms. “It just won’t work.” You finished.
Peter knew you were right. Long distance just did not work. Especially for people who were heading into two separate life paths. Long distance didn’t work if you didn’t know Peter was Spider-Man and had infinite access (well, to an extent,) of Tony’s resources.
“I- right. I’m- you’re right. I- Can I just kiss you one last time?” He put his bag down between his feet and held his arms out, but instead you placed the bear in his hands and shook your head.
“It’ll make things harder, Pete.”
“You’re right. Well,” He cleared his throat, trying to stop himself from breaking down right there. “Goodbye, I guess.”
“Goodbye, Peter. I love you.” You wiped your tears, waving goodbye and walking down the hall, and he could see your shoulders shaking from how you were sobbing.
“I love you too.” He waved behind you, watching you go, and he broke down in Aunt May’s arms when she opened the door.
♡⊰ i will not write graphic smut but i will write implications of it/suggestive concepts, and heavy makeout scenes. some works will be tagged nsfw if they include these! that being said, angst and fluff are on the table, i specialize in angst! i cannot promise that i will get to your request right away, but i will certainly get to it at some point. i am allowed to deny requests, it is my right as the author. i can write au’s if you request as well and give me a bit of information on it :D
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▹peter parker (mcu, tasm.)
▹ matthew murdock (marvel)
▹c!wilbur (dsmp)
▹c!dream (dsmp)
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