Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)
Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?
hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.
Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.
Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.
It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.
It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.
He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.
You just wish he would look at you that way.
Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.
“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.
Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.
You shake out of the memory looking at your group,
“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.
Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.
Summary: Peter brings a lab coat home one day. It gives you an idea. How could you pass up a chance to drive him wild?
Warnings: afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of bad chemistry puns, penetrative unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), did I say bad chemistry puns already? This went from smut to fluff to humor at the end.
“Welcome home Mr. Parker,” You said upon your fiancé entering the apartment you and him shared. He put down his bag (full of papers) and gave you that small, forced smile that instantly told you it had been a long day.
“Long Friday?” You asked, taking your attention away from the stove.
“Oh you know, the usual. Did you know you can say to your students “this material is corrosive; it will burn through fabric’ ten times and they’re still shocked when it burns a hole through their lab coat?” He held up the lab coat, which had a small but noticeable hole in it.
“I’m sorry babe.“
“It’ll be an easy fix. Besides, I should start washing these regularly. I forgot how bad teenage B.O. is,” He said, throwing it over the chair. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Whatcha making sunshine?” He asked, his breath hot on your neck.
“Just some salmon cakes.” This was your routine- Peter would come home and wrap his arms around you, whether you were watching TV or cooking dinner.
“I missed you,” He murmured into your neck.
“I missed you too my love,” You said, flipping the salmon cakes so one side wasn’t burned.
Your eyes darted to the table, landing on the lab coat.
An idea popped into your head.
A different idea. A spicy idea. An idea that made you inadvertently squeeze your thighs together.
: 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.”
Relationship: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Drabble Summary: Peter arrives at your window drunk Word Count: 491 A/N: my fixation on TASM!Peter continues and, as always, he is of college-age in this fic just for clarity. i hope you enjoy this sweet little piece i threw together the idea came to me randomly while i was in the car lmao
You were lounging on your bed, reading a book, when a soft knocking at your window caught your attention. You shut your book and glanced at your window, unsure.
This wasn’t exactly a new occurrence for you. Your boyfriend being, well, Spider-Man, meant he’d come knocking every now and then. But something about these knocks was just…off. They were gentle, slow, yet still erratic. Peter’s knocks were usually stronger, maybe sometimes even panic-y.
You closed your book, wielding it like a weapon, as you slowly got out of bed. You couldn’t imagine who would show up at your apartment window with the goal of robbing the place or hurting you, but still. The alarms in your head were going two-forty.
Tip-toeing across your room, you peeked around the window frame to find…Peter. You lowered your book as you stared at your boyfriend, confused. He was watching you on the other side with a glossy, dazed look in his eyes. His hair was a mess and he was wearing street clothes, no suit. He lifted a hand and waved eagerly.
“Peter?” You said as you finally opened the window. “Wh-What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You did another glance over him but you couldn’t make out scratches or anything. Yet something still seemed off about him.
“H-Hi, babe,” he replied, a little hiccup in his words. “Missed you…” His words trailed off as a silly grin spread on his lips.
Your confusion slowly dissipated as you realized what was going on. “Are you drunk?”
“Me? Drunk?” Peter laughed and shook his head dramatically. “I—What? I could never. I’m a superhero, babe, we do not—.” He hiccuped again, making him lose his train of thought.
“Peter, I’ve seen you drunk before. I know what it looks like.”
Peter giggled. Like an actual giggle. “You’re so smart, babe.”
You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the apartment. You forced him to sit down on your bed while you went to get some water for him.
“I can’t believe you got drunk and scaled the side of my building,” you said as you came back with water in hand. Peter had made himself very comfortable on your bed, lounging against your pillow.
“I missed you,” he mumbled as he sipped the water.
You sat down beside him. “You see me almost every day, silly.”
He sighed, his head lolling towards you. “Yes, but I missed you tonight. I missed my gorgeous, funny, smart, lovely, pretty, delicious—,”
“Delicious?”
“—delicious girlfriend,” Peter said as he cuddled up next to you. “Excuse me, for wanting to see her.”
You chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You know, you could’ve just used the front door to see me.”
“That’s not romantic,” he replied, another hiccup slipping out.
“And this is?”
One of his arms snaked across your waist. “Yes,” Peter said. “Yes, it is.”
