Seashells - Peter Parker

hi hope you enjoy this blurb :) please read the warnings

Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: very small implied dark!peter/obsession Word Count: 538

It was the way you smiled that brought Peter in. He fell right in for you, plunging down into an endless hole but it made him feel so happy. The giddy feeling of crushing first captured him, and slowly the ideas of love sprung close to him. He breathed it in, adoring you even more from the side, watching every moment he spent with you.

The day he decided to confess wasn't the best of days. You were already so down from something he didn't know. You wouldn't tell him - you never told him what would make you upset or angry, and in a way, Peter found it cute. He was so captured by the thought of you, that it didn't matter if you were sad or angry at anything, including at him.

"Hey sunshine." he murmured, walking close behind you after he caught sight of you outside. You barely spared him a glance before moving your attention back ahead of you. He sighed - not at the fact you were upset, but at the beauty of you.

"Stop Parker. I'm not your sunshine." he heard you speak back. He didn't really pay much mind to what you said, instead he focused on the way your voice flowed out, like music.

"I need to tell you something special." he replied, eyes glowing in excitement, needing to get his feelings known to you.

"I don't wanna hear it." he ignored that - well, sort of. He just skipped past it, chuckling at how pretty you looked when you walked. You were always pretty to him.

"You're a really incredible friend. But there's more to that - you're so sweet and beautiful - and I think you're basically the definition of perfection. I think about how you have those special kind eyes, and the way you smile - goodness, I can go on about that forever. But, sunshine, will you give me a chance? Can we go out on a date?" his words tumbled and stumbled, voice croaking and breaking, but he pushed through it. If he was strong enough to fight an avenger, he was strong enough to confess to you.

"No. You don't listen to anything I say, even if I ask you to stop, you don't listen." it wasn't even a moment after Peter stopped speaking that you replied. And of course, he admired you so much still as you spoke.

The way your lips were shinny with that gloss you always put on, and the way your voice was so beautiful. He loved you so much.

"You're my true soulmate. Always, I feel so honored to be here with you, you're almost like a goddess. You’re like one! In my eyes. I really love you, so much." again, he practically repeated what goes through his mind all the time.

"I know you won't listen, but no. I'm just like a shell to you; the types you pick up on the beach and take home to stare at all day. You don't care that there was something living in that shell; you just care about what it looks like."

Peter didn't want to process what you said.

He just continued to smile and blush and follow you around.

He felt like he could only exist if you were there, so he would keep trying, no matter what.

9.45pm - Peter Parker

summary ↠ you work the closing shift at a bakery and Spider-Man makes a habit of appearing at 9.45pm to walk you home.

word count ↠ 3.7k

warnings ↠ a lil bit of angst/hurt and comfort. minor descriptions of injury. a bit of swearing, but this is mostly fluff.

a/n ↠ I really loved writing this one. I felt so happy the whole time and ! I am very excited for people to read it, so I hope you enjoy it :)) I’ve also recently redone my taglist, so if you’re interested in that, it should be linked at the bottom of the post. feedback always appreciated!

THE BAKERY YOU WORK AT is one of New York’s hidden gems. Tucked away beneath a level of luxurious townhouses, the small space is covered in vintage artwork, bright leafy plants, and warm exposed lightbulbs that cast a web of kaleidoscopic light across the space. Your regulars love the way it’s their secret, love the way it’s as if they’re walking into their own secret hiding space every time they creep down the green metal staircase and walk in through the jangling door, and you love the way it’s like a little community revolves around the place. The air is always alight with the scent of fresh pastries and sound of relaxed laughs, and there really isn’t anywhere else you’d rather escape to after school.

You always work the closing shift on weekdays, slipping down into the shop at 5pm and locking up at 10pm. It’s always the quietest hours for the bakery - the best loaves of bread and the most perfectly iced cupcakes are always snatched up by commuters in the morning, so the only groups of people who wander into the bakery when you’re there are those on the lookout for discounted baked goods. It’s always relaxed, and as the hours creep by, more than often you find yourself being paid to sit behind the counter and read a book than actually deal with any customers, so it’s a winning combination all around.

Your job at the bakery is normal and unassuming. That is, until the night Spider-Man stumbles into your shop.

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3 years ago

This was soooooo good!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

You talk too much | Peter Parker fic

Peter Parker x Villain!reader

Summary: Peter cannot fall in love with a criminal, he can’t, right? So why does he find you so attractive and charming? And will mr stark be mad at him for accidentally kissing you after you wouldn’t shut up?

Word count - 3761

Warnings - mention of guns, nothing else i dont think

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Peter’s job was to protect the city of New York, that was a given, hell he was a superhero. But, sometimes stopping a crime took a lot more work than a few quick punches and a pair of handcuffs, even with the boy’s superstrength.

In his eyes you were a lady, not that you’d label yourself as so personally, but Peter was brought up by his Aunt May to treat ladies with respect. With that being said it meant he wasn’t going to go for the more violent approach with you, instead attempting to talk you out of keeping your gun pointed at the bank worker's face.

“Excuse me, I don’t think that’s how you make a transaction.” You chuckled to yourself, not even turning your head over your shoulder where you would’ve locked eyes with that familiar spandex spider suit. You assumed this was just a brave civilian in the bank, thinking he was the next Captain America there to save the day. You were planning on keeping the light mood going, teasing the man back.

“Oh really, maybe you were just taught wrong.” There was a grin on your lips as he stumbled over his words, trying to think of what to do next. You were growing impatient, deciding you were just going to carry on what you were doing. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was busy.”

Peter heard the man at the desk whimper when you forced the gun closer to him, prompting his hero mindset to set in place, determined to stop you from harming anyone.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop that.” You grinned widely, biting your lip to try and contain your smile, keeping up the banter.

“Or what?” you teased, hand slipping over the bank notes in your hand. Peter gulped. He’d been in fights with much scarier looking people than you, but somehow you seemed to have this lasting effect on him that he just couldn’t shake.

“O-Or you’re going to have to deal with me,” he said. He heard you cackle but you didn’t seem to be bothering to put up a fight either. You eventually turned around and saw the red and blue superhero standing there, hands on his hips as he tried to look much tougher than he felt. He felt his breath be taken away as he got a look at your face and he couldn’t believe the most attractive person he’d ever met was a criminal.

“Wait, you’re Spiderman,” you pointed out. He felt his lips curling into a grin at the fact that you knew who he was. But he quickly reminded himself he was here to stop your wrong doings, not fall in love. You saw his slip up as the perfect opportunity to continue flustering him; the money wasn’t actually that important to you anyway.

You more or less handed yourself over and let him web your hands together, much to his surprise, just so you could keep up your teasing. When he didn’t answer your statement you took that as your sign to just keep going. “You’re so cute.”

His head whipped up and you saw the eyes on his mask widen, mimicking the facial expression of the mystery boy man underneath it.

“Wh-What, I’m not cute. I-I’m scary a-and dangerous,” he stuttered. You let out a laugh, making Peter’s heart simultaneously flutter and sink at the same time. He thought you looked beautiful when you laughed, and he was cursing himself for thinking that way about a so-called criminal he’d just caught.

“Oh yeah, I’m just shaking in my boots right now, tough guy.” He tugged you by your bound hands over to a pillar in the bank, making sure you stayed there while he let the hostages out of the building to safety. He always had one eye on you, so he could see the way yours never left his figure as he moved, at least not until he was back standing in front of you.

“The police are on their way,” he informed you. He saw your lips form a small pout and a tiny part of him felt guilty for his actions, but with a quick reminder that you’d just held an innocent man at gunpoint, those feelings went away.

“You’re no fun.”

He rolled his eyes, not that you could see, continuing his pacing as he waited for the tell tale signs of the ominous sirens.

“‘M just doing my job.”

There were a few moments of silence where Peter thought maybe you’d had enough of the talking, but his blissful fantasy was quickly crushed by the reality of your sweet voice filling his ears another time.

“So, what’s your name?” It was clear you were just trying to make conversation, whether to pass time or as a distraction he didn’t know, but he didn’t really want to indulge a thief.

He was quick to respond, a practiced answer almost from how many times he’d been asked that exact question by fans. “I can’t tell you.”

You hummed quietly. For a second he thought maybe you’d give up, but it was becoming evident that you don’t tend to give up easily.

“So, what do I call you if you won’t tell me your name?” you asked, bringing your tied hands up to admire the complexity and intricacy of the webs donning your hands as you watched him from the corner of your eye pace up and down the room. When you didn’t get a response you kept going again, another thing Peter noticed you did a lot. “Mr man?” You giggled to yourself at how ridiculous it sounded. “Spidey? SpiderBoy? Spiderling? Spi-“

“Can you please stop talking for just a minute?” he snapped, hoping he could get some silence to figure out his thoughts. Your jaw dropped mockingly, letting out a giggle.

“He speaks,” you announced, watching as he finally came to a standstill. He turned to you and you could see the whites of the eyes on his mask get wider as he focused on where your eyes were. He grew deeply suspicious at the way you seemed to be looking at his webs, almost as if you were trying to figure a way out.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, gloved finger pointing at your hands.

You grinned manically, enjoying the way you made him so nervous with even the simplest of gestures. “Just admiring your handiwork. Very impressive if I do say, Mr Spider.”

The way you said it had Peter believing you’d somehow tampered with the webs on your hands, the man coming closer to you in case he needed to fix anything. His webs were incredibly strong, they’d held a ferry together only a few years prior for God sake, why did he think a girl around his age would be able to break them.

At this point he’d had enough of your teasing.

“Can we please just sit in silence until the cops arrive?” he more or less begged. You sighed.

“Whatever you say, Spiderman.”

He only turned his back on you for a split second when he felt your fingertips grazing the back of his suit, his gloved hands shooting out to grab the accused hand.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

You shrugged innocently. “Jus’ wanted to feel the suit, sir.”

He dropped your hands and took a few steps backward, creating a distance between you both that he enjoyed much more.

The sounds of close distance sirens from outside startled you both, a grin breaking out on Peter’s face as he was going to be able to finally head home and no longer have to deal with you in a mere few minutes.

Unfortunately, in his excitement he’d taken his eyes off of you for just a second, glancing in the opposite direction where you took your chance of escape. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” he said.

He turned back to the pillar to see you were no longer there, panic striking in his chest as he furiously searched the room for you. He heard a sweet call of his hero name that drew his attention up towards one of the high windows of the bank, not accessible for a regular everyday person, which he assumed you were.

He couldn’t even begin to voice his confusion. “How did you- What-“

You held up the small bottle of web dissolver for him to see, the one Mr Stark had suggested he start to take with him on patrol to solve incidents like the time Peter accidentally webbed himself to the side of a building and had to call his mentor for help, that was an incredibly embarrassing day for him and his cheeks were almost permanently inflamed red that entire week. It pieced together in his mind that when he’d felt you touch his suit you’d actually been taking the bottled liquid that he’d carelessly attached to his suit.

You giggled loudly at the size of the mask's eyes, the man encased in a vivid bubble of confusion. You blew him a teasing kiss. “Until next time Spidey.”

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Unluckily for Peter, you kept popping up all over the city in the next few months. He was always hot on your tail but you somehow always managed to make that final escape with methods that he never saw coming. He really didn’t understand how you did it.

This time around you’d cornered him in one of the many alleyways of Queens, catching him off guard during his quiet night of patrol.

“Oh, Spidey,” you teased, hands pressed to his suit clad chest. “Won’t you ever learn?”

He didn’t plan on letting you go this time. You’d outsmarted him upwards of three times this week, and he was growing tired of it.

“Can you let me have this one? Jus’ make it a little easier for me,” he more or less begged. He listened as you cackled, very clearly finding it amusing to have the hero beg at your feet.

You traced your nails over the fabric of his suit, seeing the shiver it caused. “Are you getting bored of our little game already?” you pouted.

He didn’t respond, leaving you to be the one to keep the conversation going. Little did you know Peter was just practically malfunctioning at the close proximity you were sharing.

“Well I should keep it more interesting for you then, huh?” you teased, taking a few steps back from his frozen figure. You saw his head cock adorably as confusion laced his mind. He always got a little spacey when he was around you. “Come get me Spiderboy.”

Your angelic laughter echoed through the gap in the tall apartment buildings and you headed for one of the ladders that led to a fire escape. Parker was stunned for a few seconds, watching you get away how he was sure you did every time. It seemed so easy, especially for someone unenhanced like yourself compared to him.

“You’re mine this time,” he muttered.

He shot one of his webs up to the wall beside you, another giggle leaving your throat at how easily he suspected he was going to catch you.

He followed you for a while, unsuspecting of what was waiting for him around the corner of the next rooftop.

“You gotta catch me if you want me. Come on pretty boy.” The nickname had him stuttering in his movements, missing what should’ve been the next web coming out of his web shooters, causing him to fall just slightly before he picked up the rhythm again.

He was so close, you were in reaching distance, and definitely in the distance of his webs, but he thought the whole thing would be so much more enjoyable if he was able to catch you in his arms so he knew you couldn’t escape.

However something claimed his waist before he could claim yours, the man being tugged to a halt in his running. “What-“

He looked around curiously, the whites of the eyes on his suit widening when he saw the familiar looking tendril wrapped around his body. His hands were quickly bound by the monster too, the boy giving up as he watched you greet the brunette sweetly.

“You planned this?” he questioned dumbly. Of course you had, it was such a stupid question to ask. He could tell you were getting ready to make your escape again, his body sagging disappointedly. Just a small part of him believed you were better than every other villain he’d encountered, but apparently not.

“It’s just so easy to trap you,” you tutted, patting his cheek sweetly as you shared one last look with the villain sitting only inches away. There was a slight ounce of guilt weighing down at you as you watched him struggle in the bounds from the creature. But you still had some faith he could escape to fight you again one day, plus he seemed nice enough for a villain.

“Go easy on him, Eddie?” you asked, wrapping your arms around the suit clad hero’s neck affectionately. Peter tried to aggressively shove you off, however found it was no use. You heard the journalist mutter something about letting Venom decide the fate of your little boyfriend.

You just rolled your eyes, ignoring the way the boy in your arms nervously shivered at the thought of the parasite he’d encountered more than a few times.

“Sorry about this pretty boy, hope we can still be friends.” You kissed his masked cheek, flashing him a toothy smile before practically skipping out of sight, once again making a rather grand exit off of the rooftop, offering him a cutesy wave.

“And then there were two, Spiderman.”

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Peter was hoping to not run into you on this mission. He knew it was a large possibility because you were literally everywhere, but he didn’t want Tony to know of your existence, he thought his mentor would think less of him if he knew he kept being outsmarted by a criminal.

Of course he couldn’t have anything he asked for, catching sight of you before you saw him.

To his knowledge you worked alone, so he didn’t understand why you were now helping a huge crime organisation that had made its way onto the avengers radar. And you may have been breaking the law on multiple occasions, but he still expected more from you than to be working with such bad people.

You hadn’t seen him yet, he and Tony were trying to be as stealthy as they could while they figured out how to go about this. But it was only a matter of time before you did, and when your eyes landed on the bug for the first time he was sure you wouldn’t be able to stop with the snarky comments coming his way.

It went down exactly as he’d expected. Flashes of red and blue whipping past your eyes that notified you of the arachnids' presence.

“Ahh, my favourite spider. We meet again,” you teased, flashing your favourite friendly superhero an evil looking grin. The kid felt Tony’s eyes flicker over to him for a few moments, but Peter didn’t move to make eye contact, trying to hide his growing embarrassment. He was grateful Tony couldn’t see the bright red tint to his cheeks.

“You know her?” Tony asked, shooting Peter a look before blasting the man that was running in his direction. He watched as his mentee shot a few webs in numerous different directions before turning to give him his full attention.

“It’s a very long story.”

Tony watched the way you alerted all the other criminals in the warehouse of the avengers’ presence, the older man groaning loudly at all the extra work he was going to have to put in now he couldn’t sneak around.

“Well you better start explaining.”

While dodging bullets and other alien-like weapons Peter wasn’t really given the opportunity to explain the full story, keeping in the important parts of course, (and leaving out the ones that might make him look bad).

However, Tony got the gist, letting his mentee know he wasn’t too excited about him failing to do what he thought was such a simple job.

“You better get her this time,” he demanded.

And get you he did. For the first time since you met Peter wasn’t going to let you get away. He gripped onto you with a strong grasp that even you couldn’t have wriggled out of if you tried. Although you found it rather, strangely, comforting, so you probably wouldn’t have tried.

He left the rest of the bad guys to Tony, leaving him to come and find you both in a safe spot on the second floor of the building.

Awe was written all over your face when you watched the infamous hero approach, your mouth practically gaping like an awestruck child.

“Woah, you’re Iron man,” you said, pointing to the man in the suit only a few feet away. “I gotta ask, are your suits really made of iron?”

He turned to look at Peter with disbelief written all over his face, silently asking if you were serious. “Is she always like this?”

“Um, yeah. Pretty much,” he confirmed. You just nodded along, agreeing with the masked hero. Tony rolled his eyes, checking around the warehouse for any more bad guys before he could properly let his guard down.

“Well kid, web her up or something, we need to take her to the cops,” Tony said. Peter glanced at you and you grinned innocently, holding out your hands for him to web like you’d done the first time you’d met. Only now he knew a little bit more about what to expect from you.

“I, uh- Actually I don’t think I should do that.” The older man looked shocked that the brunette had protested, he didn’t know Peter had the courage to speak up for himself.

“And why not?”

“The last time Peter webbed me up I stole his web dissolver and escaped,” you explained. The boy wouldn’t have quite put it that way, maybe tried to give himself a little bit more credit, but the truth was out there now. He shrugged. “Yeah.”

The hero was understandably angry at how easily the kid was tricked by a criminal. He was acting like he’d never accidentally let someone slip out of his hands too, but he also did hold Peter to a higher standard than himself.

“Fine. Just swing her there or something then.”

Peter nodded, not giving you much of a choice as he pulled you into his chest. The longer you stood alone the more chance you had of escape. Usually he’d be more of a gentleman, but considering the stress you’d put him through on his last few patrols, he didn’t grant you the option of refusal.

“Hold on,” he instructed, sending one last look to Mr Stark over his shoulder as he stepped up onto the ledge of the window. You scrunch your nose, wrapping your arms around his neck but still feeling the need to tease anyway, that was who you were.

“What if I don’t want to?” He huffed, shooting his web at the building across the street, tightening his grip around your waist. “Then you’ll probably fall to your death.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t know if he was being serious or not, but you didn’t get time to ask before he was leaping into the open air, a scream rippling from your lips as you clinged to him nervously.

A shrill scream ripped from your throat as your grip on the masked hero tightened. Your eyes were shut tightly as you tried to block out any notion of what was going on. He could probably sense your fear and hear your heart racing.

This kind of adrenaline was not something you were a fan of.

You refused to move your head from where it was buried in his suit until you felt your feet being firmly planted on some kind of ground. At the moment you didn’t care what or where it was. You’d even be happy to land on the steps of the police station.

When you finally did land you could hear his laughter, a sound that was angelic to you normally but now was only aggravating you.

“That was mean,” you pouted, ignoring the way his chest shook with laughter. It took a few seconds to register your location, noticing this wasn’t the place Mr Stark had told Peter to take you. You really didn’t understand, you thought after your encounters the last few weeks he’d do anything to be able to turn you in.

“What? This isn’t the police station. Where are we?” you asked. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at the hero, his hands still tightly holding your waist so you were pressed closely against him.

“I-I can’t turn you in.”

A smug grin split on your face, one that Peter wished he could wipe away, and he’d try if he didn’t find it so adorable. You were going to take every opportunity you could to tease the fact that he was so weak for you.

“Has Spiderman fallen in love, and with little ol’ me?” With your rambling you failed to notice him lifting the mask to just below his nose, allowing you to see the bottom of his face for the first time since you’d met. He grew sick of your teasing, not wanting you to keep reminding him that he was breaking Tony Stark’s trust.

“Shut up,” he demanded, not giving you a chance to reply before he was smashing his lips on yours. You were shocked for a few seconds but eventually melted into him. You were glad that you finally wore him down, because truly you did start to feel something in your heart every time you saw the boy in the blue and red suit.

Your arms snaked around his neck, tugging him closer to you as you enjoyed the feel of his soft lips. Neither of you wanted to let go, you were enjoying this far too much, but the burning of your lungs for oxygen called for it.

He pulled away from your lips, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to get his breathing under control. “You talk too much,” he stated.

You grinned, nodding your head as you fully intended on kissing him again. “I’ve been told that before.”

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imbackhome

2 years ago

💖💖💖

cute ass fluffy requests??? i got you😉 i’m just gonna ask for small little blurbs tho

- peter accidentally saying i love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned

- reader building the lego death star for peter and giving it as a present

- reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to peter, so their face to face and have their first kiss

btw, love your content🤍🤍

Ahh these are so cute thank you!

Peter accidentally saying I love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned:

Peter and y/n had kept their 6mon relationship a secret from even MJ and Ned as Ned kept badgering Peter about staying a “bachelor” for college and MJ was overprotective of y/n & wouldn’t like the idea of her dating a superhero.

Peter had a rough day and just wanted to go home and cuddle with y/n but they’d already scheduled a study session with Ned and MJ.

“Why can’t you trust an atom?” Y/n asks suddenly, smiling

“What?” Ned asks confused at the sudden change but Peter just smiles, “why?”

“Because they make up everything” she laughs, causing Peter to join in her laughter and cheering him up a little.

MJ and Ned roll their eyes and try to get back on task.

“Why can’t you take electricity to social events?” Y/n asks still laughing.

“Why?” Peter responds, a wide smile on his face.

“Because it doesn’t know how to conduct itself” she shrugs

Peter’s heart soars as she laughs and continues telling science puns/jokes in an attempt to cheer him up.

“God I love you y/n” Peter says for the first time, despite having thought it for the longest time.

Y/n blushes and neither one notice their surroundings for a moment as she smiles and kisses him softly, “I love you too Petey”.

“What the hell is going on here?” Ned asks as MJ pretends to gag.

Peter and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, they have a lot of explaining to do.

Reader building the Lego Death Star for Peter and giving it as a present

Peter’s birthday was coming up in a week but y/n couldn’t afford to get him much.

She’d been working extra hours so she could afford to get her boyfriend a good birthday gift but it still never felt like enough

“MJ I don’t know what I’m going to get him” y/n whines as they chat in her apartment.

“Doesn’t he and Ned like those Lego things? Maybe just get him a box of those” MJ suggests.

“He has nearly all of them. And he has made-“ y/n stops, getting an idea.

Peter and Ned had wanted to make the Lego Death Star but each time they were close to being done they managed to break it.

Maybe y/n could build it for Peter as a gift

It took nearly a week for her to make it as she wanted to do it on her own. But it was finally complete

Knowing her boyfriend, she added some sealant glue to it so it couldn’t break as easily

To say Peter was appreciative would be an understatement

He immediately texted Ned to make him jealous, saying how incredible his girlfriend was

After learning y/n added sealant, he eagerly set it close to his bed so he could see it each night as he fell asleep

Reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to Peter so they end up face to face and have their first kiss

Y/n had been begging Peter to let her try his Spider-Man gadgets ever since finding out his secret identity a long time ago, so today was no different in that sense

However, today Peter caved and agreed to let her try his web shooters as long as it was indoors as he did not want her trying to swing herself and get hurt

Eager to even just hit the button for the webs, she agreed to the compromise in an instant

Within minutes, his room was covered in web shooter fluid, covering nearly every surface imaginable

Peter was tempted to make a joke about how it looked when suddenly she hit him with the webbing by accident.

Peter looked down and saw the web was attached to his chest but still connected to the web shooters in her possession as well, linking the two of them.

“Sorry Pete! I- how do I let it go?” Y/n groaned, frantically spinning her arms around to try and fix the situation

Peter laughed softly at her frustration but before he could help her, her jerks caused the web attached to his chest to pull him against her

She gasped as Peter’s body slammed into her’s and she apologized as she tried to wiggle free

“Y/n/n, it’s okay” Peter said between laughs. “I’ll get us free” he promised, kissing her forehead.

She blushed and looked up at him with a small smile.

Peter’s eyes drifted to her intriguing lips he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the day they met, and then reluctantly away in embarrassment as he knew she saw

“Peter, you’re going to have to kiss me, because my arms are stuck at my side” y/n laughs, wiggling her arms that were webbed to her side to show her point.

Peter’s face flushed but he wasn’t going to miss his chance and propped his left hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her, his stomach turning to mush as his heart swelled

“I should’ve let you try these a long time ago” he blurts as their lips part.

“Now about this… it wears off in a few hours, or I have a solution in the other room” Peter says

“I think we can make do for a few hours, I could always use some Peter cuddles” y/n blushes.

Thank you so much for your request! I hope you liked it 💕

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imbackhome

3 years ago

AWWWW THANKS!!!!!!!! I FOUND IT 😊😊😊😊

Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

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imbackhome

3 years ago

hey val :D,

i heard your requests were open and jumped to rq. could you please write something about petey being a needy clingy attention whore (me lol). i imagine him being like a puppy. he’s a stubborn bb and he just doesn’t stop trying. like throughout the day he just wants the readers attention in whatever form ( wink wink, suggestive tones if you want ). like a puppy even if it doesn’t initially go the way he wants he just tries again with his trademark petey golden retriever optimism.

thank you <333

(p.s i luv legit all of ur writing ur so talented)

the magic word

w/c: i’ll tell u later lolsies

warnings: lots and lots and lots of suggestiveness, implied smut, and swearing

a/n: hi lovely thank you so much <3 boy did i have fun with this one lmfhshjshs i love clingy peter the mostest he’s such a cutie and i hope you enjoy as much as i did :,) happy reading

peter notices first thing when he wakes up that you aren’t in his arms. you’d gone to sleep curled up to him, your bare bodies flush against one another’s. now, you’re all the way on the other side of the bed and hugging your pillow instead of peter.

a frown overtakes peter’s features. your back is to him, so he shuffles up behind you. he holds you close to him, nestling his face into your hair. he lets out a happy little sigh when he breathes in the familiar scent of your conditioner.

you’re usually the first one up, but you’re exhausted from last night’s activities. there are reminders of them etched onto your neck, littering both your hips; love bites. peter received quite a few of his own from you in return.

he moves your hair aside and tenderly pecks each of the marks on your neck. he keeps you warm in your peaceful slumber, strong arms looped around your middle. there’s nothing peter cherishes more than mornings like this.

he’s eventually lulled back to sleep by the sounds of your breathing, matching his inhales and exhales with yours as he drifts off once again.

the next time peter awakes, you’re no longer beside him. there’s only an indent in the mattress from where you laid. he hmphs at the emptiness of your snared bed.

peter finally rolls out of the bed, seeing no use in staying in it without you here to cuddle. he picks up his pile of discarded clothes from the floor. his t-shirt is missing, prompting him to squint quizzically at the pile. without thinking much of it, he throws on his boxers and a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

“babe? where’d you go?” peter calls for you. he pads down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes. “kitchen!” you call back.

peter enters the kitchen half-naked and with his curls messier than you’ve ever seen them. although, he’s wearing more clothes than you’d left him with. you admire the hickeys scattered about his skin.

“there you are,” peter perks up, giving you a once over from across the room. “and there’s my shirt.”

you’re leaned against the counter, eggs cooking on the stove. surely enough, his missing t-shirt hangs comfortably off your frame. you flash him a smirk.

“what, you want it back?” you retort. you begin to lift the fabric by its hem, and peter doesn’t stop you. “go ahead, it’ll level the playing field,” he encourages. “you’re unbelievable,” you chuckle out, turning around to check on your eggs. “you’re a tease,” peter rasps in his morning voice.

he walks the short distance over to the stove. you can feel his body heat radiating onto you from where he stands. his hands find their place on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder. his lips pepper your cheek in soft kisses. you fetch a spatula to scramble your eggs, grinning to yourself as peter plants a kiss on the corner of your lips.

peter stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to reach your lips better, but you shove at his chest to stop him.

“pete, i’m cooking,” you remind him. “don’t care,” he dismisses, pulling your hips against him. you bite back your growing smile. “aren’t you hungry? you’re always hungry,” you play coy. “i am,” peter confirms. he manages to sneak a peck at your lips. “for you,” he finishes.

“like you didn’t get enough of me last night,” you remark, turning off the stove once the eggs are cooked to your liking. “what can i say? i’m insatiable,” peter agrees.

he trails open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at you to see your reaction. unfazed, you divide the eggs in half and plate them. you then head over to the toaster with peter still clinging onto you. he kisses back up to your lips while you retrieve two slices of toast from it, continuing to ignore his attempts.

a whimper escapes peter when you pry yourself free from his arms. you drop the toast on the plates.

“how about some breakfast to satisfy that appetite of yours?” you suggest. “butter’s on the table. hot sauce, too. you want any fruit?” you ask him. peter pouts at you, a smile of feigned innocence on your lips. “coffee?” you question.

peter gives you one last chance to take his hints, but you offer his plate to him instead.

“i’m okay. thanks for breakfast, baby,” peter murmurs, grabbing his plate from you. “anytime, my love,” you reply and give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

you fix yourself a cup of coffee as peter seats himself at the kitchen table. he stabs a fork into his plain eggs and chews, watching you longingly. the way you sway your hips side to side as you pour in milk, how your shirt rides up more and more with every movement.

your giggle when you catch him staring.

god, your laugh is music to his ears.

“enjoying the view?” you joke as you join peter at the table. peter eagerly nods. “i love seeing you in my clothes,” he affirms, a goofy grin stretching across his lips. “i love seeing you without them, too,” he adds. “eat your food,” you laugh out, pushing peter’s plate towards him.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i mean… no, i’m not, but,” he stammers. blush tints his cheeks. “but seriously. you look really cute,“ he compliments, tugging at the collar of your shirt. you wink at him over your coffee cup, sipping from your straw. “thanks, pete. your outfit’s not too shabby, either,” you return.

your fingers brush over his shirtless torso, leaving goosebumps as they go.

you fill him in on your plans for today for the remainder of your meal, but peter struggles to listen. his mind is elsewhere.

in the gutter.

“whatcha doin’?” peter appears in the bedroom.

you’ve gotten dressed for the day, courtesy of the fresh load of laundry dumped out atop your bed. you hold up the blouse you’re currently folding in response to peter’s question.

“laundry,” you tell him. “i did yours, too. here.” you toss a flannel at peter’s chest. peter catches it with his face scrunched in disapproval. “what’s this for?” he plays dumb. you answer by throwing him a pair of jeans next. “gotta leave something to the imagination, hm?” you hum. “reverse sexism,” peter gasps, earning a giggle from you.

you put away your neatly folded blouse in your drawer, peter’s doe eyes fixated on your form. you don a skirt and a matching sweater that he realizes belongs to him. it’s a turtleneck, to cover up the many hickeys he gave you. peter’s heart soars at you wearing his clothes again.

you place the rest of your laundry back in your hamper before plopping down on the bed. you have a pair of sneakers in hand.

“y’look pretty, baby. going somewhere?” peter wonders. he sits down next to you and pats his thigh, signaling for you to give him your foot. “thanks, pete. lunch with betty and mj, remember i told you?” you respond, peter tying up your shoelaces.

no.

“yeah, totally. right,” peter assures you. “could i come?”

he’s flashing you that perfectly adorable, comically wide smile of his. it’s the one that makes you swoon every time without fail, the one he knows you can’t resist.

“sorry, no boys allowed,” you inform him. you switch feet once peter finishes lacing your sneaker. “since when?” peter’s smile dwindles. “since betty and ned are on a break again and she needs some girl time,” you explain, waving around your foot that peter has been neglecting.

“they broke up?” peter gawks. “yeah, but you know that never lasts long,” you shrug. “i just told you at breakfast,” you repeat, brows knitted together. peter gets to work on your other shoe. “must’ve slipped my mind,” he mumbles, finishing up your laces.

you ruffle his curls and stand from the bed.

“i better get going. can i bring you something back?” you ask, searching around the room for your purse. peter hops up and follows you step for step. “wait, i really can’t come? i thought you were joking! that’s so not fair!” he squeaks. “i don’t make the rules, peter. i just enforce them,” you giggle.

you find your purse and sling it over your shoulder, heading to the door. peter rushes in front of you so he’s standing between you and the door, gripping at your waist to keep you in place.

“y/n,” he tries. he gives you his signature puppy eyes. “peter,” you deadpan, reaching for the doorknob. peter blocks you. “i’m gonna be late, love,” you breathe out. “i don’t want you to go,” peter squeezes at your waist with a childish huff. “the sooner you let me go, the sooner i’ll be back,” you promise.

“i can’t argue with that logic,” peter concedes at last, releasing your waist from his grip. “goodbye kiss?”

you capture peter’s lips in yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he reciprocates. peter sets a hand on your jaw to tilt your head up towards him, lips parting for more. much to his dismay, you pull away instead.

“i’m going, i’m going,” you decide, laughing breathlessly. “you should check in with ned, okay?”

you thread your fingers through peter’s to remove his hand from your face. peter grins when your lips press to his knuckles.

“‘kay, i will. have fun without me,” he sarcastically says. “i will,” you shoot back.

you arrive home with a takeout bag in hand and a smile on your face. peter springs out of his seat on the couch the second you walk through the door.

“you’re back,” he beams, greeting you with a short kiss on your lips. “how was lunch with the girls?”

he’s in the outfit you’d hurled at him earlier, hair now styled and a headset around his ears. his current video game of choice is displayed on the tv.

“good! betty’s taking the breakup pretty well this time. she says hi, by the way,” you relay, shrugging your coat off your shoulders. “just betty? what about mj?” peter wonders. he helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the rack. “she had a few other choice words for you,” you reply, peter scoffing.

“how’s ned?” you prompt him. “uh, why don’t you see for yourself,” he grimaces.

peter motions for you to come closer. you oblige, and hear wailing coming from his headset. he tucks the headphones behind his ears, lips pressing together.

“is that ned?” you mouth. “yup,” peter sighs. “i’m on with him. i thought maybe a video game marathon would cheer him up, but i was wrong,” he rubs the back of his neck. you set a hand on his chest. “aw, poor ned. is he okay?” you question.

“ned, buddy. how’re you doing? you good?” peter softly asks his friend through his microphone.

you make out a strangled no between sobs.

“i got you lunch. it’ll be in the kitchen whenever you’re ready,” you quietly tell peter. you begin to creep out of the room with the takeout bag. “no, don’t go! where are you going?” peter whisper yells back. “don’t worry about it. stay on with ned!” you shoo him off.

peter adjusts his headset so it’s around his neck, scurrying after you.

“baby, i’ve barely seen you all day,” he protests. “ned needs you,” you answer, making your way into the kitchen. peter’s fingers hook around your wrist, grasping it in his hand. “and i need you,” he desperately whines. “later, pete. be a good friend,” you give him a stern look.

peter groans, stomping back over to the couch in defeat. you lightheartedly roll your eyes at your boyfriend and leave his lunch on the kitchen counter.

you end up going for a walk to kill time while peter consoles ned. it’s one of those rare, warm days in the city during the transition from winter to spring. you’d decided to take advantage of it.

you were a bit overdressed for the weather, so you’re heated when you come back to the apartment. peter is still splayed out on the couch, minus the headset and with netflix now open on the screen. he must have finished up with ned.

“baby, baby, baby!” peter greets, twisting around on the couch to face you. “i was just about to look for a movie, c’mere!” he beckons you over. you wipe beads of sweat off your forehead. “i gotta shower, babe. later?” you reply. “you said that last time,” peter complains and switches off the tv.

“yeah, but now i’m all gross and sweaty,” you justify, shaking out your turtleneck. “that doesn’t bother me,” peter declares. “it should. this is your shirt, you know,” you chuckle and pull the turtleneck over your head, letting it land on the floor.

you kick off your sneakers, left in only your bra and skirt. peter’s breath hitches.

“hm, that feels good,” you almost moan. “you’re killing me, y/n,” peter mutters back. “i know,” you acknowledge with a sugary sweet smile. you unclip your bra next and fling it at him. “y/n, baby…” peter licks his lips, fingers toying with the straps.

he’s practically drooling as he eyes you from the couch.

“please,” peter pleads, the word laced with desperation. “please what?” you muse. he swallows hard. “c’mere,” he gets out. you look him up and down, peter following your gaze. “after i shower,” you level with him.

“but-“

peter cuts himself off because you’re already gone. he hears the shower turn on, slumping down in his spot.

from the couch, peter listens to the running water and you softly singing to yourself. he imagines your hands running along your body as you lather up the soap, the noises of content you’d let out, and…

fuck, this is torture.

what he would give to be in there with you.

“hey, peter?” you shout for him, answering his prayers. “yeah?” peter immediately shouts back. “could you come in here a sec?” you request.

he’s there in an instant, all but bursting through the bathroom door. steam floats through the room, your intoxicating scent flooding peter’s senses. you pop your head out from behind the shower curtain.

“jeez, it’s hot in here,” peter exhales a laugh. “that’s how i like it,” you grin, water droplets dripping down your skin. he shakes his head. “so what’s up, baby? what’d you need?” he wonders, hoping this is leading where he thinks it will. “i forgot a towel. would you mind grabbing me one?” your grin becomes apologetic.

“oh, sure. no problem,” peter replies, face falling. “be right back.”

he hurries to the linen closet and returns with a clean towel, hanging it up for you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “of course. anything else?” peter’s tone is suggestive, eyes raking over what little of your body he can see. you pull the curtain aside to reveal yourself fully. “you wanna join me, pete?” you knowingly question. “oh my god, yes. i thought you’d never ask,” he pants out.

peter quickly strips his clothes, you giggling as he races to get into the shower. he comes in and yanks the curtain shut behind him, pinning you back against the wall. you squeal at the unexpectedness of his actions. peter’s lips attach to your neck, fingers digging into your sides. he kisses down the middle column of your throat lightly, your head rolling back in pleasure.

you take peter’s chin between your fingers to guide his lips up to meet yours in a feverous kiss. he uses his grip at your sides to hoist you up, your legs around his torso. you squirm around in his hold, your want for him growing at the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“pete,” you mumble against his lips. “peter…” you squeeze at his biceps, your chest heaving. peter leans in. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he speaks lowly, nipping at your earlobe. “please,” you purr, rocking your hips against his. he grips at your hips to stop you. “please what?” he echoes your words from earlier with a cheeky smile.

“you little shit,” you mutter under your breath, crashing your lips into peter’s once again.

just as badly as peter needs you, you need him.

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imbackhome

2 years ago

THIS WAS AMAZING 🤩

hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics

TYSM <33

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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!

the game

peter parker x stark! reader

summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.

there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either.

two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.

what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.

you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)

peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.

“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.

“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”

natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.

peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”

you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”

peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.

“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”

you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.

“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.

natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”

you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”

you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.

bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.

you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.

“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”

peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”

“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.

“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.

“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.

bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.

peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.

“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.

“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.

“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.

you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.

“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.

“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.

david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.

“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.

“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”

peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.

“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.

you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”

neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.

sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)

you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.

you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.

“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”

the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”

your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.

“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.

“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)

“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.

“uh, approximately four.”

peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”

you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.”

you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.

sam looked at you incredulously. “no?”

you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”

“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.

you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”

“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.

“i made a collage of my feet pics.”

“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”

“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)

“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.

“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.

“…father?”

“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?”

you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.

bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.

bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”

friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.

peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…

“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.

“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.

“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”

“homicide.”

“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.

“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”

you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.

“that’s it?”

“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”

you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.

“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.

the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team.

wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.

“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”

“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.

peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.

“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”

you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”

tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.

“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”

tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”

“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”

tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”

“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”

wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”

bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”

tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.

“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”

“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”

you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”

tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”

peter opened his mouth, “ye-”

you opened your mouth, “no!”

the two of you gaped at each other.

“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.

tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.

“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.

“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”

peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”

you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”

peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.

“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.

“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.

“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”

“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”

you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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AWWWW THIS WAS SO CUTEEEEE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love Letter

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pairing - tom holland’s!peter parker x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note - contains NO nwh spoilers so don’t worry!! All can read :) this is based on a letter I wrote for my 2.3k celebration. Enjoy!

summary - peter writes you a letter after saving you, hoping you’ll go out with him

warnings / includes - mild language, mild violence, your store gets robbed, you two go to a different school

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*gif isn’t mine*

“I’m calling the police!” You shouted.

“Do it and I’ll shoot you!”

“Shit,” you muttered. You knew the robber was bluffing. He had to be. What would he gain out of robbing a candy store? One that was about to go out of business in a few months. Why couldn’t he just rob a mall? Surely they had more money than your candy store did.

“Give me the money!” He waved the gun around the air.

“I told you, I have you all we have!” You glared at him.

“Fifty dollars and thirty-seven cents is all you have? Liar!”

“Oh, my god,” you groaned. “I’m serious! Go and job a bank, or something! They have more money!”

He titled his head at you, raising his brow in question.

“I-I mean, don’t rob a bank. Don’t rob anyone. It’s against the law, you know. You can make money by getting a real job! McDonald’s pays people like, seventeen per hour now!” You tried to stall as you attempted to dial 9-1-1 under the counter. It was difficult to try and press the correct numbers without looking.

“Just give me the rest of my money and I’ll go. Don’t be so difficult!”

“I swear, there’s no more money! You caught us at a bad time, really,” you smiled nervously.

He rolled his eyes and stomped over to you. “Let me see.”

“No! Don’t come near me!” You screamed. You took a lollipop and aimed it at his head, completely missing. “Crap,” you moaned.

“Stop talking, you little —”

“Incoming!”

You both looked up as a blur of red and blue crashed through the doors. Glass shattered and flew all through the store. You ducked behind the counter to avoid any shards.

“What the hell!” You shrieked as you stood back up.

“Sorry! I’ll, uh, pay for that.”

You and the robber gasped as it was Spider-Man who came crashing through your doors.

“OMG! You-You’re Spider-Boy!” Your jaw dropped. “Spider-Man, actually,” he corrected you.

“Right, sorry! Um, a little help here?” You gestured to the robber who still had his gun pointed at you.

“Right. Sorry.” He webbed up the robber and took his gun away from him. You watched in amazement how he smashed the gun with his foot and tied the robber up just in time for the cops to arrive.

“That was… awesome!” You squealed.

“It’s no problem,” Spider-Man chuckled bashfully.

“Did you call the cops, too?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Thank you. It’s really hard dialing three numbers while you’re held at gun-point,” you chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” He looked at the cop cars nervously, then back to you. He didn’t want to leave. Especially when you were so pretty and looked like you could use a friend for the night, but he didn’t want the cops to catch him. He had to keep his identity and secret and he didn’t want to end up in jail either.

“I gotta go,” he said. Your face fell for a second, but you quickly picked yourself back up. “Yeah, of course. Thank you, again.”

“No problem! Have a safe night!” He swung out of the building. You watched as he flew into the midnight sky. You couldn’t believe you just met Spider-Man.

————

“Did you get a picture with him?” Gwen asked. “I was getting robbed! I didn’t have time for pictures!” You rolled your eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, of course not. But, oh my god, that’s so cool! Was he cute?” She asked.

“How am I supposed to know? He had a mask on?”

“Did he sound cute?”

You thought back to the other night, replaying your conversation with him over and over again. A small smile lit up your face as you remembered his voice.

“Yeah, he did.”

“How old did he sound?” She interrogated. “Like, 16, 17? I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“Oh, so he could be our age,” Gwen smirked. “Maybe he goes to our school?”

“Highly unlikely,” you snorted. “That’s true. He’s probably at some private school,” she said.

“Or he’s just a young-sounding 25-year-old.”

“I turned 18 next month.”

“Gwen!” You giggled. “What? Don’t pretend you wouldn’t want to date a hot superhero, either. Especially Spider-Man. He could web me up anytime!” She giggled.

Your face grew hot just by her words. You wanted to change the conversation immediately.

“Did you do the Hamlet paper?” You asked. “Duh. Who do you think I am?” Gwen asked.

“Just checking. I seem to remember a certain someone needing a copy for herself last time,” you hummed.

“That was one time, and I already had my paper done! Finn ate my homework!” Gwen whined.

“Did you tell Mr. Jones that?”

“Yeah, and he said, and I quote, “Bunnies eating homework was so last year. Pick a different excuse”.”

You laughed, “I wonder if you said cow would he then believe you.”

“Doesn’t matter. He is the worse teacher ever,” she rolled her eyes.

You nodded in agreement. You shut your locker, getting starstruck by your crush from across the room. You liked Miles Morales, the smartest guy in school and the best basketball player your school has ever had. He was sweet, funny, and so hot. Only trouble was he never noticed you. Not in the way you wanted him to.

“Stop daydreaming! We’re gonna be late!” Gwen nudged you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, slowly tearing your eyes away.

You two made eye contact and you quickly turned around. Those chocolate-brown eyes of his were dangerous. You swore you could get lost in them for hours.

“Ask him out!” Gwen whispered. “Ha! Like he would say yes,” you snorted.

“I don’t know. I saw him staring at you at lunch.”

You perked up at her words. “Really?”

“Yep! Or he was staring at your food. I’m not sure, but either way, he was looking in your direction.”

“If he was staring at my food then that means he’s not interested in me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, but let’s say he was staring at you. Put yourself out there! The worst thing that’ll happen is him saying no. You’ll survive.”

“But what if everyone in school finds out?”

“No offense, but we are nobodies. Miles isn’t one to gossip, either.”

“I guess.” You thought for a moment. Sophie was right. If he said no, then no biggie. It wasn’t like you two were soulmates anyways. But if he said yes… well that would be perfect. And even if you two only dated for a little while, it would still be perfect because you’ve liked him all throughout high school, and you would finally get your chance at being with him. Maybe you two would get married, have babies, lots of cats and dogs…

“Y/n? Y/n?” Gwen waved her hand in front of your face.

“What? Sorry,” you apologized. “Are you gonna ask him out or not?” She asked.

“After school,” you nodded. Gwen grinned and clapped her hands. “That’s awesome! I can’t wait to go shopping so we can buy you an outfit for your date!”

“I don’t need new clothes,” you frowned. She smirked, “Oh, honey. Yes, you do.”

————

You paced back and forth in front of the gym doors. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Okay, yes you did. But it was no big deal. All you had to do was invite him to a movie, and whatever his answer was, you would either run out there out of embarrassment or text Gwen to help you find an outfit. It was easy.

You looked in the window, watching Miles as he ran around the gym with his friends. He dunked the ball, causing all his friends to whoop.

“Alright. Here we go,” you breathed out. You began to open the door, but you stopped as you saw a girl run over to Miles. You watched in horror as the girl threw her arms around him and kissed him. He had a girlfriend? How did you not know this?”

You spun on your heel and ran to the parking lot. You drove home quickly, trying to not cry until you got yo your apartment. You rushed through the door, ignoring your mom as she greeted you. You shut your bedroom door and collapsed on your bed. Tears started to waterfall down your face in frustration and sadness. Of course he had a girlfriend. He was Miles-freaking-Morales.

You cried for a good hour before the tears stopped. You changed into comfortable clothes and curled up in your bed with your laptop. You started to watch a movie when your mom walked in.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked. “Yeah,” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just boy stuff.”

“Mm, I see,” she hummed. She sat down at the end of your bed, holding out an envelope. “Well, a letter came for you.”

You sat up in your bed, tentatively taking the letter. “Who sent it?”

“It says Spider-Man. Is that the guy that saved you at the store?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “H-How does he know our address?”

“Donald dropped it off. Apparently, Spider-Man sent it to the store.”

“Oh,” you nodded. You looked back at your mom, giving her a small smile. “Thanks.”

She smiled back, patting your leg. “No problem. Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”

“I’ll be out in a second,” you nodded.

“Alright.” She walked out of your room, closing your door quietly.

You ripped open the envelope, unfolding the paper hastily. You were anxious to see why Spider-Man had written you a letter.

Hey,

I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Spider-Man or the guy who saved you last night. Sorry about destroying your store. I promise I’ll pay for the damages… or try to.

Anyways, my real name is um… I don’t know if I should tell you this. Mr. Stark would kill me, but I weirdly trust you. Anyways, like I was saying, I’m Peter Parker. I am your age, I think… if you’re 20 then you look great for a 20-year-old. But if you’re 17, then that’s great, because that’s how old I am too.

“Peter Parker,” you repeated.

It sounded familiar. You didn’t think he went to your school. You knew everybody in your school, but maybe he went to school the next town over and your school and his had competed together for sports or something.

As you continued reading the letter, you couldn’t believe the words on the paper. Your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as you were almost finished. You were definitely re-reading this letter.

“Here’s my number you can text with your answer. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Peter Parker,” you read.

Your stated dumbfounded at the paper. You were shocked, confused, flabbergasted. Did you just get asked out by Spider-Man?

————

“He wrote you a letter? Oh, that’s so cute!” Gwen squealed.

“Cute? I don’t know. It’s kind of weird. What if it’s a prank? The robbing was all over the news, someone who saw it could be playing a prank. If I agree to the date, I could get kidnapped,” you frowned.

“That’s true,” Gwen nodded. “But what if it’s actually him?”

“I still wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Say yes!” She exclaimed. “I don’t even know him. He doesn’t go to out school, either. He could be 60 for all we know!” You stated.

Gwen gave you a seriously look. “Stop being so difficult! Here, just text him right now.”

“No, we’re at school. I don’t — Gwen!” You shouted.

She took your phone and went to your messages. She typed in the number Spider-Man had provided you.

“Hi, I am Y/n L/n, the girl you saved at the candy store. Is this Peter Parker aka Spider-Man?” She typed out.

“Don’t put my real name!” You hissed. “Already done.” She clicked the send button.

“God, I hate you.” You grabbed your phone back.

“Thank me when you’re married to this guy,” she smirked.

You got a text back almost immediately. “Hi! I was wondering when you would text me. I began to worry I sent the letter to the wrong person. Or you thought I was weird.” You couldn’t help but snort. He got the last part right.

“Text back!” Gwen urged. “What do I say?” You asked.

She took your phone again and worked her magic.

Y/n: Honestly, I was a little shocked, but my awesome best friend, Gwen, convinced me to text you.

“Real nice,” you remarked. Gwen shot you a smile and looked back at your phone.

Peter: Your friend sounds great! So, when are you free?

“Wait. We need proof he’s our age,” you said. “Alright,” Gwen nodded and asked him for a picture.

“Woah,” you sighed dreamily.

Real photo or not, he was cute. Really cute. He had a full head of fluffy-looking brown hair that was brushed back, deep brown eyes — your favorite kind — and the friendliest smile ever. Next to him was an older woman with long hair and glasses. She looked beautiful. She looked like his mom.

“Still debating whether or not you want to go out with him?” Gwen smirked.

“Give me the phone.” You grabbed it from her, texting him back.

Y/n: Thanks! Wow. You are like, really cute.

Peter: Thank you. You’re really pretty

Heat crawled up your neck. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was plastered on your face.

Y/n: Thank you :)

Peter: You’re welcome :D. So, like I asked, when are you free?

Y/n: Anytime, really! Just not tomorrow night. I have to watch my baby sister.

Peter: No worries. How’s Friday night?

Y/n: I’m free!

Peter: Great! I’ll pick you up at 6?

Y/n: Sounds good!

Peter: Awesome. Mind sending me your address?

Y/n: Oh yeah. No problem.

“Look at you giving your number to strangers!” Gwen took ahold of your shoulders and shook you side-to-side.

“You’re ruining the moment,” you frowned. You turned off your phone and set it down on the table. You turned to Gwen, squealing in excitement. “I can’t believe I have a date!”

“Yeah, with Spider-Man.”

“With Peter,” you sighed dreamily.

————

“And he sent you a letter?” Your dad asked skeptically.

“Yep,” you nodded. “It’s thoughtful, right, Josh?” Your mom hummed.

“I guess,” he sighed. “It was thoughtful,” you smiled at your mom.

“How do you two know each other if you don’t go to the same school?” Your dad asked.

“He, uh, kinda saved my life the other night,” you explained.

“You’re going out with Spider-Man? Oh, nu-uh. If you think I’m —”

“Dad, please! This is my first date ever. Don’t ruin it,” you pouted.

“She has the police on speed dial, pepper spray, and I made sure she brought a tiny knife for extra protection.” Your mom put her hand on your father’s shoulder.

He frowned, “After you call the police, call me, okay?”

You smiled, “I will.” You hugged both of your parents. “Thank you.”

“Spider-Boy better keep you safe and have you home by eleven sharp.”

“He will. We won’t be out that long. It’s just dinner and a movie,” you said.

“It better be.”

A knock on the sounded, signaling Peter at the door. You sighed nervously. Your heart started to race a mile a minute. As you started to walk to the door you started to feel dizzy. You still couldn’t believe you were going ong our first date, much less with Spider-Man. Was this real life or a dream?

But before you made it to the door, your baby sister, Nina, opened the door.

“Nina! Don’t —”

Your jaw dropping as you saw him. He was a lot more handsome in real life.

He was wearing a white button-down, jeans, and sneakers. His hair was brushed back, a few strands poking out and framing his face. He looked star-struck as well. He looked you up and down multiple times. He felt like he was in a dream.

“H-Hi. I’m Parker. I-I’m mean Peter. Peter Parker,” he stammered.

“Hi. I’m Y/n,” you smiled. “You’re so pretty,” he breathed out.

Your face flushed. You looked down shyly, peering at him through your lashes. “You’re really handsome.”

“Th-Thank you. My Aunt May dressed me. I’ve never really been on a date before, so I didn’t know what to wear,” he chuckled. His ears suddenly turned pink. He looked so embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have said that. It makes me sound so stupid. Uh, sorry —”

“No, no, it’s okay!” You laughed. “I haven’t been on a date, either,” you admitted.

“Really?” He seemed genuinely shocked. “Yep,” you chuckled.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first date.”

“As am I.”

“So, this is Spider-Boy, huh?” Your dad asked.

You whipped around, growing more nervous as your dad looked Peter up and down.

“Hello, s-sir. I’m Peter Parker.”

Your sad stalked up to him, standing tall and looking him up and down. “You’ll keep my daughter safe, yes? You won’t get her into any of your superhero trouble?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded slowly.

“Alright,” your father nodded. “Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad,” you smiled. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Bye, Peter!” Nina grinned. Peter smiled down at her. “Bye!”

You gave your family a goodbye smile before you shut the door. “Sorry about them. Nina loves Spider-Man and my dad is well, being a dad.”

“It’s no problem. You have a nice family.”

“Thank you. Sounds like your Aunt May is cool. She has great taste.” You pointed to his outfit.

“Thank you. She does. So, uh, shall we?” He held his hand out.

Your eyes flickered down to his open hand and back up to his face. You slipped your hand into his, tingles shooting up both of your arms and down your spines.

“We shall.”

————

The date started off awkward. You two sat in the taxi with too much space between you two. The only sound was the car breaks and the quiet radio the driver had on. It took you two a good thirty minutes to warm up to each other. You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

In just the hour of talking to him, you learned that his parents died when he was young, he was an only child, and he lived with his Aunt May who was in the picture with him he had sent to you. He loved physics and bio-engineering. He hoped to get into MIT to study engineering, although he admitted that he could make a living being Tony Stark’s intern and Spider-Man. He still wanted to be a normal boy.

You learned that he was the biggest fan of Star Wars, he had two best friends MJ and Ned, he slept with a teddy bear until he was 14, and he loved being Spider-Man and saving people. He told you that was the true reason why he loved doing it. Not because of the glory or cool suit, but because at the end of the day he was saving lives and making the city a better place day by day. It made you like him even more.

“I’ve been talking about myself this past hour. I promise I’m not this self-conceited. Tell me about you,” he said.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I like getting to know people, especially since my life is so boring.”

“I bet that’s not true. Tell me about your family and friends.”

“Alright. Well, you met my dad and my baby sister. My mom was the creepy woman in the corner snapping all the pictures of us. She’ll probably ask for actual pictures when we get back home,” you chuckled.

He smiled, “I love pictures!” “Great. She’ll already love you then. Um, let’s see. Oh, I haven’t lived in Queens my whole life. My family moved here four years ago because of my mom’s job,” you said.

“Where did you live before?” He asked. “London,” you answered.

“Woah, seriously? But you don’t have an accent.”

“My parents don’t either. I never really picked up on it since my parents don’t speak with a British accent.”

“That’s so cool. And you said your life is boring.”

“Well, I think it is,” you shrugged. “So, what else is there to know about you?” He asked.

“Well, I have a best friend named Gwen. You kinda met her through text.”

“Oh, your “awesome best friend”?” He quoted the text.

You grinned, “That’s her. She’s seriously awesome, though. She asked me to be her friend the very first time I started school. She didn’t have a friend, either, despite living her whole life. She said she never really fit in anywhere and that she didn’t like anybody, until she met me, of course. I’m really thankful she didn’t have any friends, actually. Otherwise we wouldn’t have become friends. She’s been with me through thick and thin. I trust her with my life.”

Peter smiled, “That’s great. I’m like that with Ned.”

“It’s great to have one friend like that.”

He nodded, “It is. What else? What are your favorite movies, books, food?”

“Well, I love Harry Potter. My favorite movie is The Holiday starring Cameron Diaz and Jude Law. Um, I like potatoes in any form. They’re awesome. I have this sloth I sleep with every night that I’ve had since I was a baby. I can kind of play piano and I like to draw.”

“That’s so cool.” He stared at you with stars in his eyes. You smiled sheepishly. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to go to college for art?”

“Not sure. I don’t really know what I want to be yet.” You bit your lip nervously.

“Well, you still have like, two years to decide. I bet you’d be an awesome graphic designer.”

“Thank you. Man, you’re like, full of compliments,” you laughed.

“Sorry, is it making you uncomfortable?” He asked worriedly.

You took his hand that was resting on the table. You stared into his brown eyes, trying not to get lost in them. You shook your head, apologizing profusely.

“No, no, I’m just not used to a lot of compliments. I don’t really know how to react when I get a lot.”

“Me, too. I like giving out compliments, though. Especially when it’s to a girl I really like.”

You giggled, “Well, I appreciate them. Especially when they’re from a guy I really like.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, ears growing warm and pink again.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a smile. He returned the smile, looking back at his food shyly. You kept your hand in his for the rest of dinner. You two sat right next to each other in the taxi as soon as held hands as you walked into the movie theater.

Halfway through the movie you laid your head on his shoulder. It was only eight at night, but you were already growing tired. You cuddled up next to Peter, enjoying the warmth he provided in the cold room.

Peter kept glancing at you. He had never had a girl that wasn’t a relative this close to him. He wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to put his arm around you and make you uncomfortable. He wanted to hold you close to him, though. He wanted to kiss your head and smell your coconut and vanilla shampoo and just stare at you instead of watching the movie. You looked so beautiful in the dim light. He wondered how anyone could look so pretty.

He took a chance and wrapped his arm around you. He set his hand on the middle of your back and pulled you as close as he could. You stiffened, but quickly relaxed as you shifted in your seat and moved closer to him. You wrapped your arm around his back, holding him tightly to you. You buried your head in his neck, looking up at him and admiring his face.

He had perfect bone structure. Perfect lips, nose, jawline. He was so pretty. You swore you could stare at him for hours if he’d let you.

“I forgot if I told you, but I really like your outfit. Green looks good on you,” he whispered.

You smiled, “Thank you. It’s new.”

“You bought it for me?” He asked. “I wanted something new to wear to my first date with Spider-Man,” you explained.

He chuckled, “Well, I’m flattered.” “Good,” you hummed.

“You’re really pretty. I’m sorry I keep saying that, but it’s true. I-I’ve never been this close to a girl before, and I just can’t stop staring at you. Ugh, that sounded so weird. I’m sorry. God, I’m so weird, I —”

You cut him off with a kiss. It surprised both of you. You had been looking at his lips the whole time he was speaking and decided to take a chance. It was perfect timing.

You pulled away after a few seconds. You didn’t want to get too carried away in public. Peter’s eyes fluttered open and a big smile lit up his face. He was thankful it was dark in the room, otherwise, you would see how pink his face was.

“It’s not weird. And you’re not weird. Thank you. I appreciate you. You’re really cute,” you said.

His smile grew impossibly wider. His cheeks were starting to hurt. “Thank you,”

You hummed happily, setting your head back in his shoulder. You two watched the movie cuddling. Everything was so perfect, you forgot all about Miles and the small heartbreak you had endured.

You two were at your front door. Awkwardness grew between you two once again.

“I had a really great time,” he said. You smiled, “I did, too. Thank you for taking me out and paying for everything.”

“It was my pleasure, really.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you stood there. The kiss in the movie theater only lasted for a few seconds. It was nothing more than a peck. You wondered how it would feel to really kiss him.

Without any warning, you leaned in and kissed him. Peter stood stunned for a few seconds. You were about to pull away and run away when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. Your hands weaved through his soft hair and you pressed your body against his.

It felt like the whole world was spinning and you two were the only ones standing still.

For not kissing anyone before you, he was an excellent kisser. His lips moved against yours expertly. The kiss got more and more intense and passionate as each second passed. You two found a good rhythm and kissed each other for as long as your lungs allowed.

Peter pulled away, panting with his chest heaving up and down. Your eyes opened and you smiled immediately. You laughed as you saw your lipstick smudged all over his lips. You put your hand up to his face and cupped his cheek as you wiped away the lipstick with your thumb.

“Sorry,” you chuckled. “No worries.” He licked his lips. “Tastes like strawberry.”

“That is the lipstick flavor,” you nodded.

He still looked star-struck. You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so cute.

“I should get going,” you said. “Yeah, yeah. Totally,” he nodded.

“Text me when you get home?” You asked.

“I will. Definitely. Goodnight, Y/n,” he smiled.

You smiled back, “Goodnight, Peter.”

You went into your apartment, smiling widely as you closed the door behind you. You rushed into your room, quietly shutting the door and laying down on your bed.

You picked up Peter’s letter, smiling as you read it again. You got up from your bed and went to your desk. You got out a piece of paper. You decided to write him a love letter of your own.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

Awwww I love this series!!!!! Peter is being so cuteeeeeeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

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