#bestfriend!peter parker x reader

[love-hs28]

It’s okay, you’re allowed to feel this way.

Having to stay after school for Chemistry help wasn't the most ideal situation to be in after having a bad day. And coming home to Peter being so nice makes it almost impossible to hold your emotions in. (You’re living with Peter, May, and Ben bc your parents died in an accident. Not important to the story but jsyk)

CW: Reader has panic attack & cries a bunch Hurt/Comfort & Fluff Reader's gender isn't specified 1.3k Words Posted on 5-25-24

My third post, ahhhh!! I cannot thank you guys enough for the love I've seen so far on my first two posts. PLEASE lmk what else you'd like to see! I hope you enjoy this one!!

You had to stay after school one day to get some extra help with your chemistry homework. You didn’t struggle much in your classes, but for some reason, your chemistry class had been giving you absolute hell all semester. It never seemed like you could get the hang of it, and just when you were starting to think you were understanding what was going on, a new concept would be introduced and your progress would restart from the beginning. Peter usually helps you with any tough classwork because he always seems to know what the teacher is going to teach before class even starts, but this time your teacher insisted that you stay after so you could get some ‘real’ help, whatever that meant. You’re pretty sure that if she was actually able to teach you better than Peter could you would have already asked her for help, but whatever. 

You come home and slam the front door as you walk in. May and Ben are still at work and Peter is in the shed working on something for his suit, as he typically is after a school day. You kick your shoes off and angrily walk upstairs. Your bedroom door slams shut as you carelessly toss your backpack on the floor, sitting on the edge of your bed with your face in your hands. You’d felt anxious all day and having to stay after for fucking chemistry and still not understanding it definitely wasn’t helping. You try to control your breathing and just forget about the day and focus on the plans you had with Peter later. 

Out in the shed, Peter could sense that you were home, (he also heard the front door slam), which meant that he could also tell that you weren’t in the best state. He set aside his spidey stuff and made his way into the house and to your room. 

You hear a gentle knock on the door and Peter hesitantly saying your name. “Y/n? You in there?” 

You sigh and look up. “Yeah.” 

He cracks the door open and peaks in. “Can I come in?” 

You muster a smile, “Sure.” 

He comes in and shuts the door behind him. He gives a warm smile and comes over to give you a kiss and plops down next to you. 

“Hey bub. How was your day?” He absentmindedly rubs your knee with his hand. You know he already knows how your day went and is just trying to be nice. 

You sigh, “Shit. How was yours?” 

He frowns and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Mine was boring. Much better now though; why was it bad?” 

You sigh and stand up and begin to pace. “Well, as you know, I had to stay after for chem help and I’m sure you can guess how that went. I literally cannot fucking understand it no matter how hard I try and it gets so annoying because I’m good in like every other subject but that and I just don’t understand why.” You run your hands over your face and Peter is looking at you, concerned but attentive. “Not to mention the subway ride home was horrible; I had to sit across from this creepy fucking pedo who wouldn’t stop starting at me and he fucking winked at me when I got up to leave,” Tears start prickling in your eyes and your breathing gets heavy and uneasy. Peter notices this and you see that he’s about to get up and come over to you. “And to make it all worse, I saw a stray dog on the way home and he was just limping and I think he hurt his paw or something and I wanted to go help him but I didn’t know if he was a nice dog or whatever so I didn’t want to risk it but he looked so sad and helpless and I felt so bad and now I wanna go back and find him and help him or take him somewhere or something because it’s not fair that he has to be all alone and scared especially when it's getting so cold and I also think I’m about to start my period so that doesn’t fucking help and I’m just-” You’re fully crying now, on the verge of sobbing, and Peter comes over and wraps his arms around you. You bring your hands up to his chest and sob into his shirt while he gently rubs your back. 

He guides the two of you over to your bed and you sit down, your body turned into him and his arms still around you. “It’s okay, honey. Let it out, I got you.” 

You sob and your breath is coming in short gasps. Peter softly kisses your head over and over again to try and calm you down. 

“I’m s-sorry. I don’t know w-why I’m such a m-mess.” You grip his shirt as tears stream down your face. You can feel him shake his head and gently shush you. 

“Shh, don’t apologize. It’s okay. You’re allowed to feel this way, I’m right here.” 

You let out another sob because he’s being so nice and his hand that's not on your back comes up to brush your hair out of your face. As always, when the tears start to die down, the uneven breathing picks up. Peter knows this pattern by now, and rubs your back more firmly. 

“Deep breaths, baby. Follow my breathing, okay?” He exaggeratedly takes deep breaths while maintaining eye contact and you try your best to match the rise and fall of his chest, focusing on his heartbeat under your ear. 

When your breathing eventually slows down, you pull back a bit to sit more upright and rub your eyes, hiccuping. Peter gently puts a hand on the side of your face and tilts it so you’re looking at him. He has a sad but loving look in his eyes that almost makes you want to start crying again. He uses his thumb to gently wipe the remaining tears on your face and kisses your forehead. 

You lean your head to rest on his chest and he rests his head on top of yours. You take a few more deep breaths before leaning up again to look at him. He kisses your forehead once more and softly smiles. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, and wrap your arms around his neck for a hug. He holds you close to him as you breathe him in, the last step to really calming you down.

“Don’t thank me, Y/n/n. ‘s what I’m here for. I’m sorry your day was so shit, you don’t deserve that.” 

You lightly shrug and lean back to softly kiss his lips. “You made it better, it’s okay.”

He smiles and tucks a hair behind your ear. “If you want, we can postpone our date tonight and just stay in and watch a movie. Whatever you want.” 

You shake your head, “No, I think going out to do something will actually help. Get my mind off everything, y’know.” 

He smiles and nods. “Good, because I’ve got something planned that you’re gonna loooveeee,” He says teasingly, and you laugh as he moves you both in a lying position. 

“Oh really, what is it??” You rest your head on his chest and pull one of your legs up over his. He pulls the blanket over you two and takes your hand into his to play with his fingers. 

“Nope, sorry bug, it’s a surprise.” 

You giggle through your nose and snuggle into him. “Well, I’m very excited.” 

He kisses your head once more and you lay there for a bit while he plays with your hair and rubs your back, and you’re finally at peace. 

Hope you enjoyed! As always, please leave requests and such for me. Love you all <3

[oneofstarkskids]

coffee?

pairings: peter parker x reader

genre: mild angst but pretty much just fluff with plot

*can be read as romantic or platonic.

summary: school sucks and being best friends with the smartest kid in school doesn't make you feel any better.

"fuuuuuucckkk," you said as you slammed your head onto the desk and brutally stabbed your notebook with a pencil.

peter glanced up at you in concern and tried desperately not to laugh at the sight before him.

you were being entirely over dramatic, but it still felt warranted. "why do they make us do this anyway?" you asked for the hundredth time.

peter shrugged, "i don't know, but the more you talk the longer it'll take."

you glared daggers at him before sitting up straight, "ya' know what? maybe i'll just quit. throw away all my text books, flip off the teachers and high tail out of this hell hole. can't fail if you don't have any tests to take."

peter shook his head. he knew you wouldn't do that. he knew better than anyone, that the only reason you complained so much was because you craved academic validation more than anything. and peter knew that you were actually very intelligent. the only reason you didn't get the grades you wanted, was because you never believed you could.

he spoke softly to you, "maybe we should take a break."

you pouted and looked like you were on the brink of collapse or possibly a mental breakdown. or both.

"coffee?" he asks with the sweetest smile. you laugh, "that would be great."

peter leaves the library for a bit and comes back with two cups of fresh coffee in his hands. you notice that they spelled your name wrong, but it didn't bother you.

how could you complain?

you thanked peter and started sipping the warm beverage, ignoring how it burned a bit as it went down.

the coffee was just what you needed. peter knew you so well. you took a deep breath and tried to clear your mind.

peter leaned over and started working out some of the questions step by step with you. you smiled and watched as it all came so easily to him.

after a few moments, you stopped him mid-sentence, "peter."

his eyes met yours with curiosity.

"you're a nerd," you said blatantly.

his brows furrowed as he shook his head.

"can't you focus for like five minutes?" he teased.

[simpee9000]

Some of the BEST Works I've read

K. Bakugo-

Notion by strawberry-nugget

Southern Charm by willowser (such a good writer for bakugo)

good luck charm by yamigooops (i like cowboys)

you only had to look at me by willowser pt 2

I. Midoriya

Diving by silver-weasel (so insanely good)

S. Todoroki

To Build a Home by shibaraki (all work by them is amazing u have to be 18+)

conspire by andypantsx3 a lot of their work is amazing, i suggest peaking for something you'll like

S. Gojo

Burn for you by nezuscribe (any of their fics are great!!! read em)

Go For It by tonycries Part 2

Choso

Best Friend's Brother by notiddygxthgf

Yuta Okkotsu

Don't have to Guess by lokissweater

M. Fushiguro

Thifted romance by riaki

P. Parker

The Last I Heard by webslingingslasher

Another good small(ish) fic by webslingingslasher (best peter parker fics)

in fact, here's their master list

literally cannot get over this fic by webslingingslasher

Secret Ingredient by ficthots

[xspeter]

𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭) 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.

trying to adjust to life after jumping five years into the future was hard for you, well, really it was hard for everyone, but it felt especially hard for you.

you didn’t know why, but you felt like you had lost a big chunk of your life, even though technically you hadn’t. you were still exactly where you had been before the blip.

it’s weird being in the same grade with kids who the last time you talked to them, had barely started middle school. now, they sat next to you in chemistry.

you tried not to think about it to much. tried not to think about the fact that five years of your life had been stolen- that realistically, you should’ve been in college right now.

you sniffed, realizing that while you had been staring at the wall mr. harrington had already moved onto the next slide. peter knocks his knee against yours, a silent, you okay?

you glance at him and smile, nodding your head, a silent yes. you turn your attention back to the notes, trying to ignore the way peters eyes practically burn holes into your skull.

you know he doesn’t believe you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

not only has the world changed, peter seems to have as well.

he’s more closed off, a bit quieter, he seems sadder. you wish you could force him to talk to you, to tell you what was going on- but that would be a bit hypocritical wouldn’t it?

you let out a sigh of relief as the bell rings, signaling the end of fifth period and the beginning of lunch. you collect your things quickly and silently wait as peter does the same.

as you both make your trek to the cafeteria, you pass by a laughing mj. peter stops and stares for a moment, his eyes widening as he swallows and quickly begins to walk again. you roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, “go talk to her.” you suggest.

peter shakes his head quickly, “talk to who?” he asks, clearing his throat and practically speeding down the hallway.

you match his pace, “oh, come on peter. we both know that you’re like- totally in love with mj! like wes bennet and liz buxbaum type of in love.”

peter scrunches his nose, “who?”

you roll your eyes and grab his bicep, forcing him to a stop. “it doesn’t matter, what does matter is that mj 110% likes you back, and if you don’t do something about it now brad is going to beat you to it.” you say, nodding over peters shoulders to a staring brad.

when he notices you looking at him he quickly looks away, going back to talking with his friends.

peter bites the inside of his cheek, his grip on his books tightening.

“i’ll think about it.” he finally says, and you smile.

“atta boy!”

lunch has always been your favorite part of the day, even if the food is practically inedible. peter and ned argue about which star wars character is the best and why, personally you’d always had a space saved in your heart for anakin, but the only person who knew that was peter.

you do your best to drown out their arguing and instead focus on the contents of the book in front of you. if he had been with me definitely wasn’t the best book you had ever read, but you were enjoying it so far.

you almost don’t notice that ned and peter have gone completely silent until the clang of a lunch tray is sounding next to you. when you look up, you see that mj has decided that she would sit with the three of you today.

you all stare at her in silence for a moment before she scrunches her nose and laughs awkwardly. “what?” she questions.

you shrug, glancing at a blushing peter and a smirking ned.

“you’re sitting with us?” you question and she nods, pulling out her notebook and beginning to sketch. “is that a problem?” she questions.

peter shakes his head so fast you’re sure he’ll get whiplash. “no, nope! no problem!” he stumbles and mj glances at him with a raised eyebrow.

“okay…” she mumbles and you resist the urge to snort at the giddy look on peters face, instead turning your focus back to autumn and finney.

before you can even pick up where you left off though, mj pokes your shoulder.

“i’ve read that.” she says.

you hum in acknowledgment, “did you like it?” you question.

she shrugs, “it wasn’t my favorite book ever, but the ending is pretty sad.”

you nod, “yeah, i’m like 95% sure finney’s gonna die and i’m trying to mentally prepare myself.”

mj snorts and bites her lip, “i’m not gonna spoil anything, but prepare yourself.”

you laugh at that, and you ask her about any other books she’s read. your conversation continues until the end of lunch, and by that point you both have exchanged numbers and you promise to update her once you finish the book.

peter and ned are both staring at you with their jaws hanging open as you walk down the hallway to your english class, which you luckily all share.

“what?” you question and ned runs a hand through his hair.

“you just got mj’s number.” he says.

you quirk a brow, “okay?”

ned rolls his eyes at your obliviousness, “okay? y/n, you’re peters in! this is how he gets mj to date him!”

you scoff, “first off, i’m not going to bargain off my new friend so peter can live out his teenage boy fantasy and swap spit with her on his bed-”

“what!?” peter interjects, his cheeks blistering.

you ignore him and continue, “and secondly, if peter really likes her than he’ll ask her out himself. plus, i’m pretty sure she likes him back, so you don’t even need my help.” you finish.

peter stutters out a rebuttal but you shove a hand in his face, “the answer is no, peter.” you say and he sighs, his head hanging low as you enter class.

you wipe the tears that begin to brim in your eyes as you put if he had been with me back on your bookshelf. you make a mental note to text mj once you finish bawling your eyes out.

before you can curl up on your bed though, there’s a tap on your window.

you jump, startled, until you realize it’s just peter.

peter has been climbing onto your fire escape since you were both fourteen years old. no body else knew about your secret meetings except the two of you, and for some reason that made it feel sacred.

you push the window open with a grunt, helping peter stumble into the your small room.

peters eyebrows furrow when he gets a good look at you, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. “are you crying?” he questions.

you sniff, “the ending of that book was really, really, sad.”

peter rolls his eyes with a smile and removes his hand, you find that you miss the warmth it brought.

he plops onto your bed with an exaggerated sigh and you furrow your eyebrows and sit next to him.

“what’s wrong?” you question.

he huffs and turns his head away from you.

“peter, stop it.” you groan, playfully shoving him.

he sighs again, “you love me, right?” he asks.

you swallow, “well, yeah, you’re my best friend.”

he nods, “so, if you love me, you want me to be happy, right?” he asks.

you blink, “peter where is this going?”

peters expression suddenly turns very serious, and then he’s on his knees in front of you, his hands clasped together as if he were praying.

“please date me.”

can you tell that i just finished if he had been with me.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 ఌ

[moonstruckme]

A Friendly Proposition

Based on this request: Hi mae!!! Would you be open to writing tasm!peter parker or Remus lupin with best friend reader who hasn’t cum before, and he is outraged when he hears this? And he’s like, why don’t I show you (wink wink) -- Thank you for requesting!! I chose Remus for this but I would love to do some Peter smut in the future if anyone has any ideas :)

cw: smut mdni, fingering, not necessarily inexperienced reader but kind of has that vibe, basically smut no plot

bestfriend!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 2.2k words

“I dunno, I guess overall it was fine.” 

“Fine?” Remus looks up from where he’s lying on his bed, one eyebrow lifted in that way you don’t think he knows he does. You’re sitting on the floor in front of his mirror, attempting to cover up a particularly bad hickey your date from last night had left you as a parting gift. His reflection has a wry twist to its mouth. “I should hope it was more than just fine.” 

You shrug, tilting your head to dab at the makeup on your neck. “Not the best, not horrible. I’d call it thoroughly average.” 

Your friend hisses sympathetically through his teeth. “Not the sort of rave review most guys strive for. If I left someone with a mark like that, I’d hope I made it worth their while.” 

You can’t keep your lips from curving. “I didn’t say it wasn’t worthwhile.” 

“Did he at least make you cum?” 

You cough in surprise. “At least?” You turn around, giving him a disbelieving look. 

Remus’ answering expression is equally incredulous. 

“How common do you think that is?” you ask him. 

The eyebrow lifts higher. “Well, now I’m not sure, but I’ve never had any problems.” 

You scoff, turning back to the mirror. “That’s because you’re a guy.” 

“No,” Remus says, amusement tingling in his tone. “I mean, yes, but I meant I’ve never had any problems making other people cum.” 

“Seriously?” You freeze with your hand upheld awkwardly above your neck. You’re doing your best to make this conversation feel casual, but sometimes having an attractive guy for a best friend can get confusing, and the room is starting to feel a tad warm despite the open windows. “Like, what’s your success rate?” 

“What’s yours?” 

“I asked you first.” 

Remus’ lips twitch, fondness beneath his exasperation. “For women specifically?”

“Sure.” 

He nods, expression turning pensive. “I can’t be exactly sure. I mean, it’s not like I’m constantly fucking loads of women.” He says it so offhandedly, but just the language makes a tickle of warmth start up in your cheeks. “There were a couple who didn’t, when I was younger, still learning, but since then it’s been fairly high.” 

You swallow. You wonder what the learning had entailed, what Remus had picked up that you and anyone you’ve hooked up with hasn’t. It’s typically not for a lack of trying, though some certainly invest more time into the ambition than others. You can’t say you’ve even tried that hard yourself, not in a while and not since you’ve reckoned with the idea that it may simply not happen for you. It feels like a pointless exercise. 

You break from your reverie when you notice Remus watching you in the mirror. 

“Your turn,” he prompts. 

“You can’t make fun of me.” 

“You know I wouldn’t.” 

You absolutely do not know that, he loves to tease, but he’s right in that you don’t think he would about this. You catch yourself nibbling on your bottom lip, and stop. 

You do your best to affect his unflappable blasé when you say, “Zero, so far.” 

That blasé hardly holds up now. Remus sits straight up. “Never? Not once?” 

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, so you focus on covering the spot on your neck. “Nope.”

“Not even by yourself?” 

“You make it sound like it’s so easy.” There’s some bitterness in your tone as you tilt your head up, inspecting your work in the light. “I haven’t tried in a while, because I was never able to. I got sick of it.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” 

You try not to melt. Remus will call you that, from time to time, but given the context of your conversation you wish he wouldn’t. Suddenly his room feels a little bit smaller, the atmosphere more private than before.

You look at his reflection, expecting to find teasing in his expression, but it’s thoughtful. Contemplative. 

“You said you wouldn’t make fun,” you remind him. “I feel like that should also include feelings of pity. Let’s not act like it’s some great tragedy to not have cum before.” 

“No, I’m…it’s not that. You’re right, there are worse fates.” One corner of his lips curves slightly, and you mirror him, relieved. “I was just thinking that I could…well, I might be able to help.” 

“What?” A little laugh trips off your tongue. Your face is really feeling warm now. “Do you have some kind of manual or something?”

“Would you want my help?”

“Is there a diagram you’re going to show me? Trust me, I’ve seen those.” 

“Answer the question, love.” 

You set your makeup down, expelling a breath. Meet his eyes in the mirror with a shrug. “Yeah. Sure, I’d be curious.” 

Remus studies you. Analytical hazel eyes and a map of scars you would know blind. “Tell me if this makes you uncomfortable, but I could show you, if you’d like.” 

Your breath seems to stall in your lungs. “On…” you trail off, not wanting to misunderstand him. 

“On you,” he confirms. “Would you want that?” 

You’re nodding before you can think enough to speak. Your head feels slow and fuzzy, like you’re navigating a dream. “Yeah,” you manage. “If you’re alright with that.” 

“Wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” Remus spreads his legs open on the bed, patting the space between them. “C’mere, love.” 

“What—like, now?” 

“Do you have another engagement?” He gives you a little smile. It squishes the scar underneath his left eye adorably, but when you hesitate he sobers. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

You shake your head, and it’s like your body remembers how to move, propelling you up from your seated position. “No, sorry, I’m good with this. I think I’m just a bit nervous.” 

“That’s alright,” he reassures you. “You don’t need to be, though. It’s only me.” 

You see his eyes drop to your mouth, and you let your lip slip from between your teeth a second time. Remus is right. If there’s anyone you should be comfortable learning this with, it’s him. 

When you go to crawl up on the bed, he stops you. “Probably want to lose the pants first,” he suggests. 

Right. You set your fingers to the button, and it seems to fly open of its own regard. You feel Remus’ eyes on you as you slide them over your hips and step out. 

“Underwear too, or…” 

“No, we’ll keep those for now.” Remus holds a hand out for you, and you get up onto the bed, letting him help you settle in between his legs. It’s impossible not to be conscious of the feel of his pants against your bare skin, or how comfortably he wraps a hand around your thigh, pulling it open that much wider. “Do you usually start with everything off?” 

“Yeah,” you say. “Isn’t that sort of the point?”

“Sometimes,” he hums. “Sometimes, though, it helps to work up to it. You need to get warmed up, you know?” 

You murmur an affirmation, though you don’t actually know. There’s never been much warming up when you or anyone else has tried to do this before. But it doesn’t matter, because then Remus starts rubbing the outsides of your thighs with both hands, and any sound dies in your throat. 

“You have to start slow,” he says in a low voice. Scarred, strong hands moving over your skin. “Everyone responds to different things, and it’s about feeling out what works for you.” 

You can’t imagine how this wouldn’t work for anyone. Remus touch starts moving inward, until his long fingers are dragging over your inner thighs, fuelling a familiar warmth at their apex. 

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” 

You wet your lips. “I think so.” 

“Good. If you’re feeling up to it, you could try touching yourself other places, see what works.” 

Tentatively, you slip one of your hands up your shirt. Your breasts feel more sensitive than usual, and when you squeeze one, combined with Remus’ hands on your thighs, it makes your breath catch. 

“There you go, sweetheart. You’ve got it.” 

Your body starts to slacken against him, but Remus doesn’t seem to mind. He only uses his grip on your thighs to drag you closer, propping you up. You can’t tell which one of you is warmer. 

Without warning, his hand brushes over your mound. You gasp. 

“Is this okay?” Remus asks, his voice closer to your ear than it had been. He gives you another stroke over your panties. 

“Yes,” you breathe out. 

“Alright. Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.” 

One hand continues moving over your thigh while the other drags the fabric of your panties aside, flattening over your cunt. 

“Oh, poor girl,” he coos. “Is all this for me?” 

Your silence must scream mortification, because he chuckles and bumps the side of your head with his affectionately. 

“Sorry, I’m only messing with you. Is it always like this?” 

You lie. “Yeah.” 

Remus hums, dragging two fingers through your folds. You squirm in his lap. Your hand has completely forgotten your breast. 

“I usually start here,” he says, one finger circling your clit. It slips and slides in the mess you’ve already made. “You do the same?” 

You nod fervently. He adds another finger, moving over it gently, and has to tighten his grip on your leg to keep it open. Your breaths start coming faster as he repeats the motion. You can feel him getting hard behind you. 

Just as your pleasure starts to take you under, Remus’ fingers fall away. 

“Your turn,” he says. His voice sounds slightly hoarse. 

When you hesitate, confused and a bit bereaved, he chuckles, taking your hand in his and pressing your fingers to your clit. 

“Show me how you’re gonna do it, sweetheart.” 

Tentatively, you try to copy his movements. Your own fingers feel clumsy and inadequate compared to his, but after all the work Remus has put in they’re still enough. You chase that tightening sensation, hips twitching into your own touch. 

Remus doesn’t leave you on your own for long. His hand finds your cunt again, seeking, it seems, every possible way to drive you to madness. He collects the slick pooling by your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds, and when his fingers breach your hole you make a soft, surprised sound that sends his lips down onto your shoulder. 

Instantly, you’re aware of how much better this feels. Remus’ mouth is warm and soft, a contrast against the roughness of his stubble. He sucks at you gently, warming you up like he had your cunt, before letting his teeth scrape lightly over your skin. Your date from last night had been so eager to get your neck into his mouth, suctioning onto you like a parasite and rolling your skin between his teeth in a way that hurt more than it helped. Remus is all temperance. He bites you, and then licks it over to make sure you’re soothed. 

The thought occurs to you that maybe you shouldn’t be comparing Remus to someone you actually dated. 

He curls his fingers inside you, and every thought you’ve ever had falls away. All you are is a collection of sensations and wants. 

“You’ve got it, darling, keep going. You’re doing so well.” 

Your fingers and Remus’ working like one mind, until your thighs are shivering and he has to redouble his efforts to keep you still. Your head lolling onto his shoulder, the way his lips transfer to your neck as if it's the most natural thing in the world. His scruff scratching under your jaw, moving as he says your name. 

The myriad of other things he says, sweetheart, baby, good girl, you’re doing so good, growing raspier as the pressure in your core worsens until you worry you’ll shatter if he doesn’t keep ahold of you. 

“Let go,” he instructs, kissing the skin beneath your ear lovingly. “You’re alright, just let go.” 

You choose to trust him, and your body—your being—snaps.

You make sounds you can’t hear, your own fingers stuttering and stopping while Remus works you through the new sensation, murmuring assurances into your skin. Runs his free hand over your trembling thigh. 

Eventually, your mind quiets enough to hear that his breathing is nearly as labored as your own. He slips his fingers out of you. You try to turn around to face him, but your body betrays you, slumping against his front. 

Remus chuckles, smoothing a hand up your side. “Good job, sweetheart. You did beautifully.” He smears a kiss over your cheek. “How was that?” 

You sigh blissfully. Your brain feels pulverized. “Really good.” 

Another soft laugh. “Yeah? Glad to hear it.” 

“Thank you.” You lean your head on his shoulder, trying to look up at him. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies, voice warm with amusement. “Honestly, I should probably be thanking you. I feel quite lucky.” 

You hum bemusedly. Remus’ sex-slicked fingers run lazily over the inside of your thigh. Perhaps your mind is still addled from your orgasm, but this feels incredibly normal to you now. 

“Really? Why?” 

“I just,” he exhales, leaning his head against yours lightly. “I just can’t believe I was the first person to hear you make those sounds.” 

“Oh.” You feel the tickle of embarrassment coming back to you. It draws your shoulders in. “Sorry. Was I very loud?” 

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart.” Remus turns his head, kissing your temple firmly. “You were perfect.” 

[sacharinee]

pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions

wc: 1200+

a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)

peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything. 

now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for. 

“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open. 

his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.

however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.

his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”

you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.

you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”

peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?” 

“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”

peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.” 

the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”

“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine. 

peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you. 

“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively 

 you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.” 

peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”

honk!

“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths. 

“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”

peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.

“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?” 

it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.

it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not. 

you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal. 

you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount. 

you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”

you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.

“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.

“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”

“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.

you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.

“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.” 

you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”

peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”

another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.

“you sound jealous.”

peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.

“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”

you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”

peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.

“there’s something you’re not telling me.”

hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.

except, he doesn’t.

the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you. 

“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.” 

[keerysfreckles]

kinda really into a bestfriends w/ no boundaries with tasm!peter 👀

andrew’s just seems the touchiest haha <33

touchy feely fool – peter parker (tasm)

pairing: tasm!peter x bff gn!reader

warnings: use of y/n, no specific pronouns mentioned, PETER FLUFF!!!!!!!!

a/n: IM BACK POOKIES RAAHHH

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"peter!"

"y/n!"

you laugh, "why are you being so touchy today? i have to study for kaminksy's test."

"you're the smartest student in our grade. everyone knows you'll pass," peter responds, not daring to move his arms from hanging loosely around your neck.

"plus, you promised we'd have our movie night tonight, since someone bailed last weekend," he added.

"not really my fault i got sick pete," you answer, gaining a small chuckle out of the boy.

peter rests his chin on top of your head, watching as you continue writing flashcards for biology.

"are you almost done?" peter whines.

you giggle at his impatience, "i have four more cards peter. think you can wait that long?"

peter lets out a grumble for an answer, before flopping backwards onto your bed.

twelve minutes pass and just as promised, you stand from your desk chair to face peter. the boy instantly lights up, "are you done?"

you nod, "yes pete, now what movie do you want-"

before you can even get your question out, you feel your body being lifted off the ground. you can't help but laugh as you realize peter's holding you by your waist and running down your hallway towards your living room.

"peter!" your laughter continues, until he places you on the couch. "was that really necessary?" you move any hair that got in your face from the moment prior.

"yes, it was absolutely necessary," peter simply answers, before kneeling down and looking through the dvds beside the tv stand.

"you're an idiot parker," you can't help but smile.

peter smiles, "your favorite idiot."

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

Moonlight Confessions

Pairing: TASM!Peter x Bestfriend!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Trope: Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Tooth-rotting amount of fluff

Summary: Peter’s always there for you when it’s hard. But this time, Peter’s the one making everything hard, until he doesn’t.

Author’s Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes.

This fic was in my notes for so long, and I finally decided to finish it. Enjoy!

The city lights of New York twinkled like a thousand stars, casting a shimmering glow over the sprawling metropolis. From the rooftop of an old brownstone apartment, the distant hum of traffic and occasional chirp of a night bird provided a soothing backdrop. You sat alone on the rooftop, your gaze fixed on the sprawling city below, lost in thought. The cool night air brushed against your cheeks, but it did little to soothe the weight on your heart.

It had been two weeks since you last saw Peter Parker. His absence felt like a void, amplified by the emotional strain you were feeling. The B on your recent test, while not disastrous, felt like a personal failure. And missing Peter, your best friend and confidant, only deepened the ache.

The rooftop door creaked open, and you turned sharply to see Peter stepping out into the moonlight. The night had cast a soft glow around him, highlighting his tousled hair and the warm, genuine smile on his face. In his hands, he held a bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals stark against the darkness.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter’s voice broke through the stillness, carrying a note of concern and warmth. “Sorry it’s been so long. I thought you might like these.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as he approached, the sight of the flowers lifting your spirits despite the heaviness you felt. You took the bouquet from him, your fingers brushing against his. “Peter, these are beautiful. Thank you.”

Peter sat down beside you, the night casting soft shadows across his face. His usual playful demeanor was tempered by genuine concern. “So, what’s been going on? I’ve noticed you’ve seemed a bit off lately. Anything you want to talk about?”

You hesitated, the cool breeze making you shiver slightly as you clutched the bouquet. The B on your test wasn’t the only thing troubling you. It was the emptiness of missing Peter and the struggle to keep your emotions in check. You wanted to be strong, but Peter’s presence was a comforting balm.

“I—I’ve been feeling a bit down,” you began, your voice shaky. “My grades are okay, but… I’ve been struggling with other things. It’s hard to explain.”

Peter’s expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding as he reached out and took your hand. His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the cool night air. “Y/N, you don’t have to face this alone. If something’s bothering you, you can always talk to me. I care about you, and I want to help however I can.”

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you struggled to maintain your composure. Peter’s concern was more than just friendly; it was deeply personal and sincere. You had always admired his kindness, but tonight it felt like something more.

“I didn’t want to burden you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I know you’ve been so busy…”

Peter shook his head, his gaze intense yet gentle. “You’re never a burden. You’re my best friend, and you mean a lot to me. No matter how busy I am, you’re important. If you’re struggling, let me be here for you.”

Tears finally escaped your eyes, but they were accompanied by a soft, grateful smile. You looked at him, feeling a rush of emotions. “Peter, I—”

Before you could finish, Peter cupped your face gently in his hands. The moonlight seemed to make the moment even more magical as his lips brushed against yours in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was soft and sweet, filled with unspoken promises and emotions that had been building up between you. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours with a mixture of hope and longing.

“You mean so much to me, Y/N,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I care about you more than just as a friend.”

Your heart raced, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. The relief and happiness you felt in that moment made everything seem right. “Peter, I—”

He pressed his forehead against yours, his gaze never leaving yours. “Just know that I’m here for you. Whatever happens, you’re not alone.”

In the quiet of the night, with the city lights shimmering around you, everything felt perfect. You felt a sense of peace you hadn’t known in weeks. Peter’s embrace was a comforting reminder that, no matter what, you would face everything together.

Thank you for reading!

[inklore]

spellblind

premise: there’s a long list of reasons why peter should ignore the dark thoughts in his head, but none of those reasons gets him you.

pairing: dark!peter parker x bestfriend!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: eighteen+ content, noncon, this is dark as hell so please mind the tags babes, hypnotism, unprotected p in v, creampie, au since spider man don’t got hypno powers but also this is set after no way home, slight obsessed!peter, one sided love, oral sex, marking, mentions of captivity.

etc: this is my first time writing for mcu!peter and i made it dark and messed up, this is shocking to no one lmaosjsj.

kinktober 04 | kinktober masterlist

There’s a part of Peter that knows this is wrong—a section of his brain that is waving red flags and flashing lights telling him to stop, to not let anything go as far as where the dark recesses of his mind are tempting him to.

He’s Peter Parker. The friendly neighborhood spider-man, he should know better—does know better. Was taught right from wrong and always does the right thing. Always stays on that path of golden behavior even when it lands him with blood and bruises, or flat on the concrete.

He’s always playing the good guy; is the good guy, the best guy. This doesn’t make him a bad guy, the worst guy…he didn’t even mean for it to happen. This hadn’t been his intention when he had asked you over tonight.

A simple movie date with his best friend turning into something else entirely.

Something out of his control.

And it wasn’t really his fault. His powers were ever changing, new things being discovered, his body mutating and becoming more insect than man.

Simple interests becoming urges. Simple thoughts and kind acts finished with an ‘but what do I get in return, shouldn’t I be rewarded for saving lives?’ In those newly dark parts of his mind.

He had thought it was just exhaustion. Saving the city, getting his G.E.D and trying to make money to stay in a cheap apartment was easier envisioned than exercised.

He had thought these new dark feelings were nothing a drink at the bar a couple of blocks down, or hanging out with you—his only friend and neighbor—couldn’t fix.

But now he’s realizing that was furthest from the truth, as those dark thoughts have his knee bouncing, fingers tingling for all the wrong reasons; to reach out and touch parts of you he’s only dreamt about. Fantasized about late at night.

One minute you were looking into his eyes laughing at the rom com on his cheap tv, and the next you were still as a board, expression slack, unresponsive. Body compliant as Peter easily shook you to get you to come too.

It was as if you were hypnotized.

As if his thought—as the two of you held eye contact—dark and bitter had manifested itself into his eyes going dark, mind buzzing. Peter coming to to you in this state.

A state that sends him in a panic; until it doesn’t.

Until the dark thoughts win and he’s thinking perverse thoughts that make his cheeks burn hot and cock grow hard against his jeans. Thoughts he shouldn’t be having, shouldn’t be entertaining.

But he’s wanted you for so long.

Longed for you even longer; watching you through his peephole when he was too scared to say hi, cheesy jokes exchanged as the two of you got your mail, both elements soon forming into a tight friendship he doesn’t know what he would do without. He’s already lost so much.

There had been many times he could have confessed his feelings, professed his crush that quickly turned into something stronger—something aching and dreadful each time you didn’t see it. Didn’t get the hint. Ignored all the signs. Dated other people; guys who were no good and only hurt you.

Peter would never hurt you.

He’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated: like a damn goddess.

If only you’d give him a chance.

But maybe he was done waiting. Waiting for something that may never come. Maybe this was his only way of having you. Maybe this was a sign that he should at least know what it’s like to be with you, this way, any way.

Peter tries to make a con list in his head. A list of why he shouldn’t be thinking like this—why he shouldn’t do this.

He really tries to ignore those dark thoughts, fighting tooth and nail against his mind….but you look so pretty in that dress, the dip in the summer fabric showing just the right amount of cleavage.

And it’s like a moth to a flame because the next thing he knows his palm his cupping you. The pad of his thumb running over your nipple, his eyes flashing to yours to see if you react but there’s nothing. No signal or indication that lets him know you’re coherent.

It should stop him, but it does the opposite.

As he pulls down the top of your dress, your bra going with it. Putting your chest on full display to him. A hard swallow bobbing his throat as he stares, mouth watering. Jaw ticking in want, driving him to lean forward and wrap his lips around your nipple. To moan and suck and bite at the sensitive flesh, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he kneads your other breast with his palm. Switching back and forth between the two.

Your skin feeling so soft and delicate against his tongue.

He leaves stray kisses and saliva covered bruises along them. Doesn’t care that you’ll come too later and see them. He wants you to see them, to wonder, to think that they could be from him.

The thought of you walking around carrying marks from him making his cock throb even more; to the point of pain.

That’s why he lays you down on the couch. That’s why he pulls your dress up, why he presses his nose to your underwear and inhales, runs his tongue against the outside of them. Hooks a finger in them and pulls them to the side to reveal your pussy.

A hungry noise hitting the back of his throat when he dives into you, letting his mouth and tongue eat you out with vigor. Memorizing the way you feel against him, the way you taste, the way he groans each time he swallows you down.

When he feels your entrance clench around the tip of his tongue, he has to move back from your body, has to make sure you’re still out of it.

Smirking with the knowledge that he can still make your body come like this. That the two of you can still be connected this way, even with you in this state. Your body still gives yourself over to him. Still opens for him when he pushes his fingers inside of you, your walls quivering around them.

He could get addicted to this. To having his mouth on your pussy, to finger fucking you hard as he runs his throbbing cock against the seam of his jeans, as he makes you come without you even stirring.

And as Peter sits up, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at your body; open legs, thighs covered in your own wetness, underwear thrown to the side, dress pushed up and pulled down, your boobs still on display for him—how could he not fuck you?

He has to. Needs to.

Thinks he might go insane if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t live out his fantasies and finally know what you feel like. Finally fuck you instead of his fist.

So with hesitation still the farthest from his being, he makes quick work with unbutton his pants, pulling himself out and giving himself a few deft strokes before he lets the tip of his cock run through your lips. Mouth hung open at how beautiful the sound is.

A gasp torn from his lungs when he finally pushes inside of you, when your warmth finally engulfs him.

“Oh my god,” you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. He can barely stand it. Can barely catch his breath as he presses his face into your neck, trying to breathe. Trying to not come inside of you so soon. How can something feel this good?

How can something look this beautiful with his cock inside of it and it be wrong?

It can’t. It just can’t.

With his fingers digging into the couch cushion, breaths heavy and groans tumbling from them; he starts to move. Can’t restraint himself from setting a hard rhythm of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs as he fucks you. Your tits bouncing against his chest, body perfect and pliant against him.

“You feel so good, oh my–“ Peter whimpers. Presses his mouth to yours, finally kissing you after all these years. Finally pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, moaning against it, taking another part of you. Making it his. Marking you with bites left on your lower lip, and sucks on the side of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s chanting. As if you can hear him, as if you’ll ever know he’s fucking you. Losing complete control inside of you, your walls gripping him so deliciously he wants to scream. Wants to fill every one of your holes. To not let you leave his apartment until you’re dripping his come from all of them; until you’re stretched and raw from him going so many rounds with your comatose body. “Forgive me.” He kisses your lips, runs his tongue along yours, “I love you, I need it–couldn’t control it. It’s,” he swallows, “it’s too good.”

He wants to hold off longer. To keep fucking you until his cock is raw, but he’s coming before he knows it.

A strangled sob against your cheek as he fills you up. As he continues slow languid thrusts even after he’s spent, the sensitivity only adding to the darkness of the weight of what he just did. The squelch of his come and your wetness louder than his heavy breaths.

Once his breath finally goes back to normal, once his thrusts stop, he pushes himself up to look down at you; to see his come leaking from your pussy and staining his couch. Your chest and neck marred by him, lip having the smallest of cuts on it from how hard he bit you in his lust fueled fury.

You look just as beautiful as ever, if not more now that there’s remnants of him inside and outside of you.

He got what he needed. Finally fucked his best friend, finally showed you how much he loves you.

But…his cock is still hard, and you’re still unresponsive.

There’s no reason why he shouldn’t get his fill of you. You have two other holes that need his attention.

Maybe he’ll keep you like this. That way you can be his forever.

[landothemuppet]

Please, notice me | part. one

wordcount → 3.4K

summary → It has been eight months since The Blip. It also has been months since you live with Peter’s new obsession, increased feelings for a girl who isn’t you. You believed you would finally spend time with your friends during the Europe trip, this summer. It was without counting on Peter’s Plan. You try to enjoy those last days in New-York with your best friend.

disclaimer → This mini-series takes place during the events of FFH and NWH movies. The fic will contain many of those movie scenes, including some bonus scenes. the Spider-Man divider is from @silkholland

pairing ↳ peter parker x female!bestfriend!reader

warning(s)  → angst, jealousy.

taglist: @justapurrcat  @delightfulmuffinclamauthor if you want to be added in my taglist, please let me know just here

“I have a plan” Your best friend announced, as he sat spontaneously in his chair, somewhat agitated.

He didn’t wait a second longer to state his so-called plan, as if it seemed the best idea in the world.

But Peter wasn't Peter without his hard-contained hyperactivity, which didn't stop you from smiling to yourself. All of Peter's clumsy features made him incredibly endearing.

Ned listened intently to your friend's ramblings as you absentmindedly continued your drawing in your sketchbook. In fact, Peter always had a plan. Well, he almost always had one, except in the important moments when he let his instincts or his feelings take over. But lately, your sweet best friend had a multitude of plans, all aimed at one and the same goal. And that's why, despite all the consideration you had for the boy with the curly brown hair, you didn't give importance to his new schemes.

You still caught Ned telling your best friend not to do any of this, with a lot of irony, which made you split a small chuckle. You loved your friend’s candor. Ned always had the gift to make you laugh, or just smile, even when it was serious. He tried to convince your friend with arguments about the single life, which you didn’t really pay attention to. To tell the truth, it often happened that you locked yourself in your world while your two best friends rambled about various subjects. Today was not an exception.

Ned had never understood Peter’s sudden fondness for MJ, so do you. It was like your best friend, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens, had woken up one morning with an obsession… Some wake up from a coma by speaking a language they never spoke… Others, like Peter, discover relatively sudden feelings for people they had never considered before. He always talked about her as if she were the most impressive person on the planet, He always looked at her as if she could hang the moon and the stars, He drank her words as if she could put the universe in a bottle. And it had been going on for months, without you knowing why his feelings had grown overnight. You felt like one day he was madly in love with Liz, the next day he was fighting his father, and the next day MJ had become all of Peter’s conversation subjects. And since then, you felt like your head was going to explode.

Your fingers continued to scribble while your mind continued to wander in your own thoughts. Chance, or the irony of fate, call it what you want, wanting the next song on your playlist to reflect exactly the feelings that lay dormant in you.. You were that kind of person who created incredible scenarios in your head when you were listening to music. Thus, a cover of “Mr. Sandman” could send your mind into a torrential rain, where your body was lying in a pool of blood while your soulmate, the biggest charismatic mobster in London, begged you to stay with him.

"Y/N ?" Peter asked

You looked up, the cloud of thoughts dissipating from your eyes to meet your best friend's chocolate gaze.

There was something with his eyes, something that always attracted you. A comforting warmth, a spark of innocence, an open window to the extraordinary person that was Peter Parker. But at that moment, his expression was one of expectation and as you turned your head towards Ned, you only met the same expression. A question on hold, awaiting your response, your opinion.

“No, yeah…Peter’s right. It’s a great plan”.

Ned shook his head in resignation while your other best friend gave you that idiot puppy smile. You always followed Peter's path, the Filipino knew it. And that sometimes caused tensions in the past. It had always been Ned, you and Peter but your friend was not fooled and knew that your feelings for the one who embodied Spider-Man during his free time, would always take over your decision. It was unintentional.

Yet, You didn't want Ned to feel left out again. You were therefore in an awkward position, not knowing the details of the conversation. But admitting you weren't listening might hurt Peter.

"But Ned isn't wrong either" you added, hoping to satisfy everyone.

Peter grimaced, a look of incomprehension on his face. At that moment, you wished you had listened to Peter's plan, but your heart wasn't in it.

"Okay, sure…" Peter said "But I really like MJ, man"

You have chosen this moment to return to your notebook until Peter's restless behavior distracts you from your drawing again.

"She's coming up. Just DON'T say anything." Peter panicked a bit.

MJ stood in front of you. You politely greeted her with a smile as the two boys rambled on. Ned threw the information that Peter had a plan then tried to catch up. You raised your eyebrows at the "teaspoon collection" excuse, even more so when Peter simply blamed it on Ned. What did you do to deserve friends like that? "Oh. Okay. Well, that was a real rollercoaster." MJ said and again, you try to suppress your chuckle. The brunette girl turned to you, patiently waiting, standing a bit awkwardly as she always did and you pinched your lips and shrugged. She was waiting for your own plans for this trip.

"I guess, I’m going to keep an eye on these idiots and take a little interest in art in Venice… but above all, keep an eye on these morons." "It sounds like a great responsibility," she said in her legendary laid-back manner. "It is."

Peter and Ned gave you their offended but quite adorable looks. It would be a lie to say that you weren't the quiet strength of the group. MJ then advised you to use VPNs to protect yourself from the government and you nodded politely again, this time uninterested in why the young woman was interested in conspiracy theories. Ned merely added a remark about the fact that all this had gone well, implying that MJ had not discovered Peter’s plan, and you laughed as your friend gave the Filipino a somewhat impressed and annoyed look, stalling his tongue against his cheek to suppress a sarcastic remark of which he had the secret.

You liked that side of Peter. You found it rather amusing. That little something, those little facial expressions that hinted that Peter could be pungent. That kind of look he just gave at Ned that told you he was holding back some sarcasm…a little verbal rant that would be extremely well thought out and not necessarily harmful. A kind of "no kidding?" non-verbal. And that made Parker sexy.

Sexy wasn't the first word one would associate with Peter Parker. Some would say: loser, weird, nerd or even would ask ; "who?". Usually, You would have said cute….but at that moment, his somewhat sarcastic attitude made your stomach turn deliciously. Peter's gaze softened as it rested on you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"So, what are you going to do on this science trip?" he asked, as if you hadn’t already answered the question a few minutes earlier, when MJ asked you to. "Anything but science. I really go there for the art. I mean Italy and France are two countries known for their talented artists, right?"

Your gaze shifted to Ned, who shrugged, unaware of your words. Ned and Peter weren't really cheerful or interested with the Renaissance paintings, they were more like: Star Wars LEGO Death Star. What you also appreciate, you would not lie, but you appreciate the poetry in old paintings and sculptures. Some would call you pathetic, others would simply call you romantic.

The bell rang and you simply put your sketchbook in your backpack. You followed Ned and Peter down the halls, this time a little more focused on the conversation. Several students rushed to clean their lockers before the end of the year, while others seemed eager to throw away their classes as if they would no longer need them. You walked through the doors to a new hallway where you saw Flash throwing food from his locker into a trash can. You could not suppress a grimace of disgust.

"So what are you going to do on your last days in New York?” Ned asked Peter while you three walked through the hall. “Ooh, I have some errands to run.” started to answer Peter

You continued on your way when you felt the projectile thrown by Flash fall on your shoulder bag. You looked at the man with an angry look, not doubting that this piece of stale pizza was undoubtedly aimed at Peter. But the widespread indifference of your best friends about it just kept you going your way, so you could focus on the conversation again.

“I have to get a mini toothpaste, pick up my passport and then take down the Manfredi crime family.” “Oh” Ned said, impressed about the last part of Peter’s to-do list. “Can I come? I need to do that too!” you quickly said, only to face two surprised looks from your friends. “ I mean, except the take down Manfredi crime family thing”

There was hope in your eyes. You wanted to spend some time with Peter because a strange feeling told you that you wouldn't during this trip to Europe. The exchange of glances between your two friends indicated a silent conversation and Peter seemed to hesitate. He looked at you with his sheepish expression, his mouth forming an O, waiting to speak his words.

"Uh yeah.. yeah, I mean, if you have to do it…you can do it with me," he said, moving his head and shoulders frantically in a mismatch between his gestures and his words. You could sense the anxiety and hesitation in his behavior. "Are you sure? I can do it alone if you don't want me…it's just…"

You didn’t want to be a burden on Peter, You initially thought his reluctance was due to his Spider-Man business. Although you’ve been his friend for as long as you can remember, you were only made aware of his dual identity after Ned. The truth is, you discovered his secret recently at the prom. As you were leaving the bathroom to join your group of friends, you had met Peter who would run quickly towards the exit, without having seen you. You saw him lifting a bunch of lockers like he was wearing a light weight. Then Ned disappeared from the evening. The next day, you confronted them and were told: Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

You then thought that his purchases were then about his plan to seduce MJ. So, if he had things he wanted to do in your absence, that was perfectly legitimate. You asked only from a practical point of view. You could see the various feelings passed through the eyes of your best friend: the misunderstanding of your withdrawal, the fear of having possibly hurt you, the panic of your weak disappointment. Peter Parker was a quick emotional kettle.

"No. No, you can come with me. Come with me, please Y/N." Peter asked more peacefully, almost begging you to come this time.

You smiled politely, mixed emotions, and then nodded your head in acquiescence. You weren’t really sure that Peter wanted you to be there. You looked at Ned who shrugged and said he had to be with his Lola for the rest of the week.

You first went to Delmar to buy the necessary supplies: mini toothpaste, and small bottles to pour hygiene products into (shower gel, shampoo, make-up remover), without forgetting about electric plug adaptors. The best grocer in Queens kept cheering you up. He always did. His eagerness and interest in the lives of his clients were always remarkable and you loved the interactions he had with you or with Peter. You were amused to see Mr Delmar’s enthusiasm for the call-up of Europe, and how Peter had destroyed all the hopes of your favorite grocer by evoking science. Once again, you could only understand his reaction, the saw was not the main reason that convinced you to make this trip.

You quietly laughed at Peter trying to ask in Spanish for a headphone double adapter, - knowing that Spain was not a stopover on your trip to Europe, and that Italian, despite what you might think, did not look like Spanish at all - . You pinched your lips so as not to laugh more when the grocer answered him nonchalantly with a simple "what" in Spanish. However, you were not able to suppress a funny smile when Peter asked for the dual headphone adapter, this time in English. Mr. Delmar corrected him with a smile, as you strolled through the nearby candy stand, cuddling Murph who was laying on a display. Peter’s interaction with the grocer made your cheeks warm. Peter had this facility to joke with such confidence, blatantly denying that his Spanish was wobbly and that his request was almost accurate in comparison to the words used by Mr Delmar.

“You finally asked Y/N’s out. You’re a great guy, Peter Parker” Mr Delmar said with a “dad proud” look on his face. “Oh, no…no Mr. Delmar it’s not what you.. ” started Peter, trying to find his words.

Peter's gaze turned to you then to the grocer, several times in a row. His mouth opened and closed to find the words. He seemed to run out of words, overwhelmed, like a stray puppy.

Why did everyone keep believing that you and him could be a thing? May, now Mister Delmar, even Karen, the AI ​​of his suit seemed to believe that Y/N was more than a friend to him.

Could you think so too? Could you think that you both could be " a thing" ? Peter’s heart went crazy, not sure to be excited about it or stressed out, or terrified. You were his friend, right? He really liked MJ, by the way. But the idea of you both dating as…lovers? It couldn't be that bad… Peter shook his head to clarify his mind, trying in vain to find an answer to the grocer.

“We…well, She’s…” the brown haired boy continued.

How could this adorable stuttering boy be the brash and brave Spider-Man? You could clearly see two aspects of his personality… The mask must have helped, you thought.

You had to save Peter from this embarrassing situation. You must have. That's what friends do, right? And to be fair, it was awkward for you too. You wished it were true. You hoped that Peter feels the same way as you do. But you clearly could see how the thought of it disturbed your adorable dork friend. It was hurting you to hear your best friend arguing with his thoughts and words about it, over and over and over…and over. You approached the counter placing three small packets of gummy bears on it.

“We aren't together, Mr. Delmar… There’s for another girl.” you say with a small shy smile, lips pressed together, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Peter looked at you, he gave you the same smile you gave him a few seconds ago. You could feel the look of pity the grocer was giving you. This man knew everything, he was, as you liked to call him, the soul of Queens. Nothing escaped him, not a single gossip, not a single crisp story escaped his ears. He had always listened, voluntarily or unintentionally. He was the confidant of an entire neighborhood. The best sandwiches in Queens but also the best advice. Peter’s eyebrows frowned at the sight of the gelatin gummy bears, not sure of the reason for this compulsive purchase, on his check.

“Hey, what’s that for?” He practically shouted, somewhat offended by your audacity

You shrugged nonchalantly, almost too confident, a mischievous little smile on the corner of your mouth.

“You owe me one. I bought you some churros the other day” “Fine,” Peter said, defeated.

You wrinkled your nose smiling victoriously and, in your spontaneity, you thanked him while laying a kiss on his cheek, as his became redder than your favorite candy. He might be in love with another girl but Peter Parker, remained Peter Parker. An adorable boy very clumsy with girls.

It was a bad idea. It was even a very bad idea to follow Peter everywhere he needed to go before packing his suitcase for your student trip in Europe.

You were now in a pawn shop and your best friend was trying to resell figurines to get money to offer a special jewel for MJ - unsurprisingly -. Once again, you took a step back, letting Peter do his stuff as you had nothing to sell to this guy who seemed a little unpleasant to you.

“You’re sure about this ?” the salesman asked him. “Yeah. I wanna buy a girl I like something really nice”

Jealousy, Jealousy. You felt your blood boil and turn into liquid acid, and if curses had been real - after all, you lived in a world where your seventeen-year-old best friend had fought an alien in space - your skin would’ve turned a bright shade of green. Not the elegant, poetic emerald green, no. A straight-up radioactive green one that was the perfect metaphor for how "corrosive" was the feeling who grew in your stomach.

Especially since one of these figurines were gifts that you had given to Peter. So, seeing him like that, selling his goods to impress a girl, that put you out of your mind. You were hurt. You felt your worth was less than MJ’s. It wasn’t really about the figurine, you were aware that we were all growing up at some point in our lives and that it was normal for us to separate from material goods over time. You couldn’t understand his logic. Peter was in love, certainly…. But to the point of abandoning objects related to his passions, for a girl? It was improbable. It was totally disproportionate.

‘Hm. Well, I hope she’s worth it. Is it her?’

The man pointed to you, as you walked down the aisles again in search of a trinket. There were so many things at such different prices. You were pretty sure you’d find some treasures in the stalls of that second-hand store. Peter looked at you and his ears turned red.

“Oh. No. No, she’s my best friend Y/N. She’s nice, but she’s not… That’s not her” He tried to whisper so you wouldn’t hear him…as if you possessed his super-hearing. “Whatever.” “Are you done Peter? The passport office will close soon” you asked, a bit anxious to be late at the passport office.

Peter quickly looked at you, his chocolate surprised doe eyes. He blinked, tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack, eager to sell his figurines while hoping not to be scammed by the seller.

“Yeah…yeah” “So, all of them, buddy?” “Actually, can I keep the Lobot” Peter asked, like a sad child, moving almost unbalanced from foot to foot, hesitant.

He reached out to his figurine and the seller gave it back. Peter’s eyes landed directly on the little plastic toy, as if relieved to have picked up the Lobot, an adorable smile on his face.

“Thanks. Yeah, I'll keep that one.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you were softened by the attitude of your best friend. Even though he was love-struck - and it always hurt you to realize that it wasn’t for you - there was still the Peter Parker you had always known. Same old nerd Peter Parker : nerd but cute.

Finally, you both went to the passport office. The line up was long and you felt Peter become increasingly stressed during the day. As your best friend seemed impatient, you looked up at him and saw him tapping on his phone. You dropped a little surprise cry when a little animal spider came out of her backpack.

"It’s all right, miss," the man in front of you asked you, looking worried. "Yes, yes… I… thought I saw a bee flying near me. It was a simple fly" you covered up your discomfort by coughing.

The stranger frowned and you felt the judgment, you offered him a tight smile before the man turned to focus on the waiting wire. A second later, the metal railing flew to a sold-out window and the red light vigil pointing to the closed station now indicated that it was open. You pinched the fun lips while watching Peter try to be discreet, turning on himself to reach the counter to ask for his passport. You followed it to take advantage of it as well. The trip to Europe could finally begin.

[jahayla-parker]

Hey! Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader one where y/n is the new girl at Midtown high school and there is a plot twist she's a witch ( the good kind) and she meets Peter and his friends. Y/n starts liking Peter but she finds out that he has a plan to tell MJ that he likes her. Even though Peter likes MJ he starts to really like y/n so now he has to make a choice between MJ and y/n. And unknown to y/n Agatha is on her trail trying to steal her powers.

Detail ideas:

• Y/n is a new student who is a good witch (the magic has been passed down through her family down to her) she's trying to keep her magical powers ( telekinesis and has a book that she learns spells from) a secret

• Y/n does spells in English/Latin?

• Her color scheme is a light bluish color

•  Takes place during the events of Far From Home

• She meet Peter, Ned, MJ and everyone else Peter is also trying to keep his spiderman life a secret

•  Y/n starts to like Peter  but she overhears Peters plan for MJ

• Peter deep down starts to like y/n too but he now has to choose between MJ and y/n

•  Peter has the Peter tingle he senses that y/n is different somehow and y/n senses the same thing about Peter

• They both get suspicious about each other

• Y/n's jealousy plays up her powers on the trip because her powers are linked to her emotions

• Y/n brings the book of shadows ( a book that has been passed down in her family) with her on the trip so she can practice spells

• By accident Peter sees the book and asks her what kind of book is it and y/n tries to hide it and lies and says that she is taking latin

• Y/n is the most powerful witch but she doesn't know it yet and Agatha senses it so she goes looking for her (y/n goes up against Agatha) Agatha follows y/n all around Europe

• Brad tries to flirt with y/n but she shuts him down

• When the class is in Venice and the water elemental shows up y/n saves Ned and Betty by moving the boat that they are in out of the way to safety with her powers

• Y/n thinks that nobody sees her using her powers but Unbeknownst to her Peter sees it

• Peter tells Ned to get y/n, MJ, and the others to safety but before y/n follows the others she sees Peter use his webshooters

• The scene where they go to the opera Peter is gonna talk to MJ but then y/n walks by which catches his attention because she is wearing a really pretty blue dress

• When Peter tells y/n he knows she has powers y/n tries to deny it and y/n questions Peter about him hiding something (because she saw him use his webshooters)

• Scene where y/n explains her familys magical history to Peter

• When Peter goes to alert Fury about Mysterio but ends up fighting Mysterio and he gets hit by the train at the same time y/n is going up against Agatha and at some point Agatha starts to absorbing y/n powers but at the last minute y/n escapes from her

• Y/n calls peter and tells him what happened with Agatha (her magic is kinda weak due to Agatha absorbing her powers earlier )so Happy and Peter pick her up and they both have to come up with a plan to stop their enemies

• Y/n decides to use herself as bait to lure Agatha out but Peter fights her on her plan because he is worried about her safety and she tells him she'll be fine

• Final battle between y/n vs Agatha happens at the same time as Peter goes up against Mysterio

• Peter tries to protect y/n from Agatha during the battle but he gets hurt seeing this y/n gets really mad to that point where she musters all of her power to beat Agatha

• After their battles y/n sees that Peter is limping so she uses a healing spell to heal his leg

• At the end where Peter tells y/n that at first he did like MJ but he really likes her more and they share an awkward kiss

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker x Reader

Part One

Description: 5.5k Crushing Plans part 1, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

Y/n hated being the new girl.

Everyone looked at you at all times; just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

She understood it was out of curiosity and a way to know where she stood among their peer groups, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Especially when she had a secret to keep and a crush to hide.

Speaking of which, as Ned and Peter rambled on about some plans Peter had, y/n spaced out.

They were whispering so she could hardly make out their words, but she likely didn’t want to hear it.

She suspected Peter had a crush on MJ.

Not that she could fault him, MJ was a very unique energy.

While y/n had become somewhat of friends with their group by now, she was not close enough for them to disclose such secrets to her.

Nor did she want him to, she wasn’t sure she could fake a smile if he told her of his feelings for another girl.

So, she sat there silently staring at her crush as he enthusiastically walked Ned through whatever they were discussing.

Y/n bit her lip as her eyes trailed Peter’s face.

He was so unbelievably cute.

It wasn’t even just his looks, even his personality was perfect.

From the way he would always ask her how her night was, the way he always smiled widely when he did well on an exam, the way-

“Are you going on the trip y/n?” Ned asked, making y/n startle slightly as she refocused on her surroundings.

Y/n blinked quickly, hoping her cheeks were flushed, “oh, yeah, of course”.

Peter smiled at her, “great! It should be a lot of fun”.

She nodded, smiling back at him, “any big plans?”

Y/n wanted to slap herself for that.

It was a normal response given the topic, but she knew better.

Peter bit his lip, his dimples showing as he blushed, “umm a bit… I uhm”.

She shook her head, “it’s okay Peter! You don’t have to tell me”

Y/n forced a smile, “I’m sure it’ll go well though”.

Peter sighed and gave her a weak smile, “right umm, thanks”.

He bit his lip and looked over at Ned as y/n politely excused herself.

“Do you think she… no.. Nevermind” Peter mumbled, watching as y/n walked across the classroom to sit by MJ.

“That she heard your plans and is going to tell MJ?” Ned asked, “no, I don’t think y/n is like that”.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was asking! And you’re right, she’s not like that. No… I just… she seemed sad like maybe she…” Peter rambled, playing the scene over again in his mind.

“Dude, you aren’t actually crushing on her too are you?” Ned groaned, recognizing the look in his bestfriend’s eyes.

“Hmm, no, no way” Peter lied, unable to break his gaze with her.

Ned rolled his eyes in disbelief but played along, “well that’s good. I know I said we should be bachelors and all, but dude, I didn’t mean fuckboys”.

Peter finally looked away as he realized MJ was sitting beside her, turning and glaring at Ned instead.

“I’m not being a … a fuckboy” he defended, quickly looking back across the room for a moment, “am I?”

“Not if you choose one” Ned suggested, “but you can’t act on both”.

Peter nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I… MJ. It’s MJ”.

Ned raised a brow in suspicion, “no way it was really that simple Peter”.

Peter shrugged, “I’ve known MJ longer, and I’ve had a crush on her longer. So, MJ”.

His friend shook his head and sighed dramatically, “whatever dude. You have to admit by now that my plan is much less complicated”.

As MJ approached their table on her way to grab a new piece of paper from the back cabinet, both boys went silent.

“You have a plan?” MJ inquired, pausing next to Peter who blushed again and froze.

“I don’t have a plan” he lied, feeling guilty as his eyes land on y/n.

“No, he's just gonna collect tiny spoons when we're traveling to other countries” Ned blurted in an attempt to conceal their discussion.

“Like a grandmother?” MJ teased.

“I’m not collecting tiny spoons. He’s collecting tiny spoons” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh. Okay, well, that was a real roller coaster” MJ said slowly before waving as she leaves to attend to her task.

“Spoons, Ned?” Peter grumbled.

“I panicked!” Ned defended with a shrug, “I didn’t want to blurt your actual plans or that you may secretly have two plans now”.

“I don’t have two plans Ned! I already chose” he reminded Ned but felt a tightness in his chest as he smiled at y/n when she turned and saw him looking her way.

“Clearly” Ned sarcastically remarked.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n, is it okay if Peter sits next to you?” Mr. Harrington asked, tapping her shoulder.

She looked up and saw Peter blushing and staring down at the aisle-way of the plane.

“Oh, umm, sure… but,” she responded, looking over at Brad who was sitting next to her.

Brad , “doesn’t he have a seat already?”

Y/n bit her lip and looked between Brad and Mr. Harrington, pausing as she noticed Peter was now furrowing his eyebrows at Brad as if he was bothered by his question.

“He does, but he has a perfume allergy, and believe me, those are much worse than they sound” Mr. Harrington said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at Peter in suspicion, never having heard of this; even when their classmate Sara showed up nearly soaked in the latest Victoria’s Secret perfume.

Brad seemed to notice y/N’s reaction as he put his arm around her shoulder, “well, I don’t think he’ll want my seat then. I don’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo or something, but Y/n smells really good “.

Y/n blushed deeply, looking away shyly from all three of the guys surrounding her; unsure what was exactly happening.

Peter mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat, “I’m fine with coconut”.

Y/n nearly choked; coconut, how did he…?

She knew Brad was simply trying to get a way to stay next to her; she hadn’t used her usual products today as she’d been in a rush.

But, Peter was right… y/n normally did use a coconut scented conditioner.

She just never realized he noticed her enough to know that.

Sure, they sat together in a few classes, but she wasn’t sure he ever noticed her more than a friend.

But friends don’t know what your hair smells like… right?

She snapped her eyes up to Peter who blushed again and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mr. Davis, please” Mr. Harrington requested and Brad sighed loudly.

He glared at Peter as he removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you when we land, Hmm?” Brad winked down at her before brushing past Peter.

“Oh… yeah… okay” y/n mumbled, still spacey from such intense confusion and shock.

“I umm…” Peter mumbled, sitting next to y/n, “I hope you’re not upset about me switching with Brad”.

Y/n shook her head, “no, it’s fine Peter”.

He nodded and sat down next to her, “are you sure? It feels like interrupted something”.

She chuckles, “no, nothing. I probably should tell him that… I just wasn’t excepting him to…”

“Try flirting with you?” Peter mumbled, sounding a bit offended himself.

“Yeah. I’m not mad he did, just not interested.. in him” she said.

Peter looked over at her and offered her a smile, “Ned says all the girls are”.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “maybe Ned is then”.

Peter laughed and put his bag under his seat as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Perfume allergy though? Since when?” Y/n asked, making him freeze and stare over at her.

“Oh… umm… It was just really strong” he argued.

“So was Sara’s last week” y/n smirked.

Peter bit his lip, “right… but I wasn’t going to be next to her for over nine hours”.

Y/n nodded in agreement, “fair enough Parker”.

He smiled, “so…umm.. what were you going to do for the duration of the flight?”

Y/n shrugged, “just make out with Brad “.

Peter coughed and his eyes went wide before he noticed her laughing and shaking her head.

He questioned himself over the sudden tightness in his chest he felt once again; he couldn’t be jealous, right?

He reminded himself he liked MJ… longer.

Peter took a deep breath and chuckled, “oh, right, you’re not interested in him”

Y/n nodded, “you’re a bit spacey today hmm?”

He leaned back in his seat, “yeah, just a lot of confusing things in my mind I guess”

She copied his movements unconsciously, “me too”.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his own thoughts.

“Not really, but thank you. You?” Y/n offered.

“No” he rushed out before chuckling nervously a bit, “thanks though”.

She smiled kindly while nodding, before leaning her head back into the headrest and closing her eyes.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Peter glancing between y/n and MJ.

Ned caught his friend’s shifting attention and shook his head, stifling a laugh.

Peter found his eyes lingering on y/n longer each time.

Slowly he took a deep breath, “so… what’re you looking forward to in Venice?”.

He mentally cringed at his weak attempt to strike up a conversation, wondering why he was so nervous to talk to his friend.

But as she opened her eyes and smiled over at him, he felt his body relax.

“Assuming things go smoothly, just be able to enjoy myself and relax without any pressures” she admitted.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her confession made him feel a connection.

He wanted to brush it off, she obviously wasn’t meaning being able to give up some secret superhero identity for a few days of relaxation the way he was.

But, there was something that set off his Peter tingle during her statement.

Deciding to try and find out what it was, Peter spoke up, “you normally can’t do that?”

He watched as her cheeks flushed and eyes widened slightly before she formed a small pout.

As he waited for her to respond, he found himself staring at her lips.

Peter shook his head, internally groaning.

“It’s hard to explain… but no. Umm, even outside of school I don’t really get a break, too many expectations and responsibilities. I’m sure you know what it’s like to have a… part time job while in school, Ned said you used to have one?” She rambled.

Peter squinted at her words, it being similar to the way he’d avoid the subject if asked.

But he nodded at the last statement, glad for a new way to avoid the topic, “yeah. Not much sleeping or relaxation outside of school hours, I get that. And it feels like the world is always watching “.

Y/n tilted her head, laughing softly, “the world? Where did you work, some international news company?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “no, I… umm..”

“I’m kidding Peter, I get it” she assured, smiling softly as she pulled her blanket over her lap.

"What's that?" Peter asked as y/n reached into her personal item backpack to grab a piece of gum.

She froze and her fingers nearly snapped the stick of gum in half from the tension radiating through her body at his inquiry.

She did not even have to look to know what he must have seen.

The spell book from her mother had been kept in her personal item bag so that no one would have access to it even when on the several hour long international flight.

However, she was not intending to have Peter sitting next to her on said flight.

Y/n was fairly certain that most of her other classmates would not have noticed the item, much less Brad Davis whom she was supposed to be seated with.

"Umm, gum?" y/n tried, holding up the pack as if that was the item he was asking about.

Peter chuckled tenderly, "no, that".

Y/n swatted his hand when he began reaching for the book.

Her hand hit the back of his just as his fingers swept over the hardcover binding of the book.

Peter startled at her reaction, only becoming more confused when he noticed his Spidey Senses- or Peter Tingle like Aunt May termed it- tingled when he touched the book.

"Sorry" Y/n gushed, feeling very warm suddenly, "I just... I uhh.."

Peter shook his head, cocking it to the side slightly as he spoke, "no, it's okay... I shouldn't have done that without asking".

She gave him a kind smile and sighed, "it's just a really important book is all. I don't really like anyone else touching it".

Peter nodded, trying to keep his curious eyes off of her bag.

"Can I ask what is is? Is it like a first edition of your favorite book or something?" He asked.

Peter realized he was not only curious as to what the item was and why it prompted such a response, but also found himself suddenly wanting to know what her favorite book was.

He bit his cheek as he stiffled a frustrated sigh at realizing that maybe just claiming to choose MJ was not as simple as it sounded.

He'd never really questioned what MJ's favorite book was... but surely that was not that big of a deal, right?

"Oh. I..." y/n's voice brought him back to the moment as she minimally tilted the book back to show him the cover, "it is a really old authentic text that I am using for my Latin lessons".

Peter's eyes flickered from her face down to the book briefly, noticing how antique the material was and the latin wording on the cover.

It's appearance matched her description but for some reason Peter found himself still slightly suspicious that there was more to it than that.

Nonethless, he nodded and gave her a smile, "you're learning Latin?"

She nodded, covering the book back up and zipping the bag.

"Isn't it a dead language?" Peter asked breazily, wanting to smack himself afterwards for how his verbiage sounded.

Y/n laughed and leaned back into her seat, passing him a piece of gum, "it's only dead if people stop using it".

Peter's lips parted as he thought through her words, smirking in agreement as he grabbed the gum, "I suppose that's true".

"So, I assume your plan probably isn't off to the best start now huh?" y/n hummed, sipping on the water cup the flight attendant provided.

"My plan?" Peter asked, setting his own cup down on the tray.

"Earlier..., I asked if you had any big plans.." y/n said, annoyed with herself for feeling dissapointed that he didn't remember.

"I remember" he admitted, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Ahh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I know you don't want to tell me about it. I was just going to see if there was maybe something I could do to help since you're stuck sitting next to me" y/n explained shyly.

Peter froze and frowned at her, "stuck with you?"

She gave him a polite curl of her lips, "I know you were trying to sit with MJ".

Peter felt his cheeks redden and his eyes enlarge.

Despite the jealousy she felt, she giggled at his boyish reaction, "it was a bit obvious that you were trying to change seats, and well, I have seen the way you look at MJ".

Peter's jaw dropped slightly, was he that obvious?

If so, was his simultanious crush on y/n obvious as well?

It didn't seem so given the current discussion... unless this was her way of kindly letting him know she wasn't interested by redirecting him to focus on MJ.

Peter rubbed his neck nervously as he tried to clear these thoughts from his mind.

"Well, I'm sure you and Ned can pick up the pieces and restart whatever the plan was when we land" y/n offered to cheer him up even though the idea hurt her.

Peter nodded slowly, uncertain what to say to her.

"How are you getting texts?" Peter asked, looking up from her phone.

They'd been watching a movie on her phone after they searched the films on the airplane seat screens only to find they were all relating to the Avengers; mostly Tony.

"Sorry, I thought I had my push notifications off for the movie" she sighed, pausing it as she went to dismiss the notification and then turn on do not disturb mode.

"It's okay" Peter reassured her with a tender voice, "I just thought they had to be on airplane mode".

She laughed, "I have an iPhone, so using the internet allows me to send and recieve iMessages still".

Peter grimmaced in embarassment, he should have known that.

Well, he did know it... he just did not remember it at the moment.

It was like all his thoughts and knowledge had dissapeared the second y/n was leaning against him and laughing at the movie they were watching.

"Right, duh" Peter laughed breathily.

"One sec, it's Brad, I should see what he wants" y/n said, Peter's lips instantly forming a pout.

"Brad? Why is he-" he began to ask, stopping as y/n's eyes lifted slowly up to Peter with a look he could not discern.

"So, Brad is offering to switch seats with you if you want" y/n told him, trying to hide her dissapointment from him.

Peter scoffed, "of course he does".

"What?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, Peter sighed , "nothing".

"Okay... Well, what do you want me to tell him?" she asked.

Peter pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking, "do you want to sit with him instead?"

"No" y/n said, far too quickly.

"I just know that you got stuck with me, and Brad is with MJ, so you could switch and be where you wanted" y/n stated, forcing the words to come out as emotionally numb as possible.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Peter asked, frustration mixing with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? I know you like her, so I-" she began softly.

He shook his head to cut her off, "no. Not that. Why do you keep saying I am stuck with you?"

She shrugged, "I wasn't the plan, MJ was. You were forced to sit with me, it's as simple as that".

Peter sighed, running his hand up his forehead and through his hair, "it's really not that simple".

'It's fine Peter" y/n lied, "I just need to know what to tell Brad".

"Y/n, just-" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, "I am serious, it's not that simple. I don't feel stuck sitting with you. You can tell Brad no. I am enjoying sitting here and talking to you. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't".

She pondered his words for a moment before nodding, "If you're sure, I will tell him no. But I don't see how that'll help with the MJ thing".

Before he could respond she lied, "I won't take it personal if you chose to switch with Brad to sit with her instead. It's not like I could blame you".

"I am not choosing to switch" Peter told her, "besides, what do you mean you couldn't blame me?"

He watched closely as she composed her thoughts before speaking, his sixth sense on edge again, alerting him that something was wrong/concerning.

"I-" she let out a breathy laugh, "it doesn't matter".

"Yes it does" Peter argued.

As she went to shake her head, Peter added, "it does to me".

She tried to keep her facial features from betraying her sudden and unwaranted delight.

"You already know though Peter, so telling you would be redundant" she pointed out.

"Humor me" Peter requested, beyond confused.

"MJ is super fun, keeps things interesting, pretty, and is nice" y/n explained.

Peter nodded, "okay... right... Annnd?"

"And, that makes her the better choice" she told him, "therefore, as I said, I couldn't blame you for chosing to switch to be next to her".

Peter felt himself practically glare at the words she uttered, "Don't put yourself down like that."

"I'm not putting myself down Peter, I am merely stating my observations" y/n remarked.

He shook his head, lips still at an unnatural angle due to his disagreement, "not everything is as simple as you seem to think it is".

She laughed and shrugged, "believe me, I know".

Y/n was already over the conversation as she could no longer keep pushing him towards MJ, even if it was what she knew he wanted and would hopefully help her move on from her doomed crush on him.

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his seat, "seriously though, don't compare yourself to people, trust me it does no good".

Yn sighed and leaned back into her own seat, "we can agree on that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It is taking sooo long" Flash whined, resting his head on the window of their transport.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to make a joke with Peter only to remember he'd sat with MJ when they swtiched from the plane to their shuttle.

She sighed and looked back to them, watching jealously as Peter smiled and laughed at something MJ said.

As she turned around to face the front again, she saw Ned smirking at Peter in encouragement.

Biting her lip, y/n focused on the side-view mirror of the vehicle to the left and slightly head of their's.

She tried to get her brain to focus on the cute dog the mirror allowed her to see, but it kept going back to MJ and Peter.

Stubbornly, she gripped the seat beneath her as she stared firmly at the mirror, desperate for some distraction.

It wasn't long until she got what she wanted.

Well, sort of.

Before she could react and stop it, the side-view mirror broke off the car and flew towards their shuttle.

Luckily, she was able to get her telekenisis back in regulation and moved the broken car part downwards and slowed its pace.

Everyone gasped as the mirror hit the side of their shuttle, just below the windows.

Y/n felt her breath hitch as she waited to see if anyone made the connection.

But how could they?

No one knew she had powers, much less that those powers could be manipluated by her emotions; such as her jealousy towards MJ and Peter.

When the shuttle driver kept going and new landmarks started to appear, her classmates resumed their previously abandoned activities.

Y/n leaned back against her seat and let her held breath out.

"That was pretty scary huh?" Brad asked, suddenly seated next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling guilty for having put them at risk over her emotions.

"Guess that means the rest of the trip can only improve huh?" Brad winked, resting his arm on the seat around her.

Y/n was tempted to make it clear to him, yet again, that she was not interested.

However, at least this was a distraction and she could use it to keep everyone safe from her abilities until she could distance herself from Peter and MJ.

"Then maybe some food after" MJ said, laughing as she waved her hand in front of Peter's face.

Peter blushed and snapped his head back to the girl next to him, "I'm sorry, what?"

MJ rolled her eyes, "you were staring at y/n again".

"I-No, I was not- I" Peter mumbled.

Laughing, MJ joked "Oh, must've been Brad you were staring at then".

Peter grimaced at the mention of the guy next to y/n, "No"

MJ shook her head as she laughed again.

Was she right?

Was he really staring over there?

Sure, he was looking her way when whatever it was hit their shuttle.

And, sure, he was still looking at her when Brad joined her and began getting comfortable next to her.

And sure, even as MJ resumed answering the question he asked before, he was lookimg at her.

To be honest, even as he asked MJ the question, he was watching how Y/n was glancing around the vehicle; secereyly hoping to catch her looking his way.

Peter mentally groaned, he really thought he could just keep this simple and choose MJ but things are not that easy it seems.

"Sorry, I just feel bad for abandoning her after the flight" Peter mumbled.

It was true, he did feel bad even as he made the choice he thought was appropriate to proceed with his plans.

Yet, it wasn't the real reason he kept watching her.

Nor was it the reason he was still watching her, now glaring at the back of Brad's head as he noticed hpw his arm was around her seat.

Peter tried to focus on MJ but found it harder than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

“One sec” Peter said, taking a photo of Yn in the main square, the architecture behind her.

“Thanks Peter!” She smiled talking her phone back

He nodded “of course… you.. look… I think the photo turned out great”.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at what it sounded like he was going to say.

Holding her composure, she blushed and thanked him.

“When’s the next step in your plan?” she asked to remind herself he wasn’t hers and his interest was MJ.

“Oh I umm I kinda scratched that plan I think” Peter mumbled.

“Really why?” Y/n wondered.

“Like I said on the plane things aren’t as simple as they seem” Peter admitted.

With a raised eyebrow, y/n hummed “well.., then whatcha up to?”

“Just thought I’d sightsee” he lie, having walked around distracted hoping to clear his head.

As they walked silently, suddenly there was a massive wave in the canal making everyone panic.

Peter snapped to face Yn and get her away from whatever it was, but she was no longer at his side.

He panicked and looked back at the water before quickly glancing around the surrounding docks.

His search paused as he noticed Ned and Betty were in a canoe in the canal and were understandably terrified.

While Peter racked his brain for a solution, ideally one that wouldn’t expose his secret identity, he watched their canoe move.

But it wasn’t the direction in which it moved that struck him as odd.

To be fair, the whole incident was odd, but the canoe was moving sideways.

Yet, the insane ripple of water that was causing the chaos it was wasn’t even near the canoe.

Peter glanced up and saw Yn standing under this ledge, slightly hidden from the public.

Squinting, he watched as her fingers on her right hand curled towards her palm, the canoe moving in the same direction.

Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to gasp or smirk.

He knew something about her was different, but he hadn’t expected this.

When Ned and Betty reached the side of the canal, Yn rushed forward to help them out.

Just as the couple stepped onto the cobblestone, another surge of the water began.

Peter’s eyes widened as it neared y/n.

“Ned, get y/n, MJ, Betty, and everyone back to the hotel” Peter shouted over the chaos.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest over the simple fact he said her name first, not that it meant anything to him.

Ned complied and started trying to herd the girls and a few other classmates who were still in the area away.

Y/n wanted to help more, but she had no idea what was happening or how to fight it.

So she reluctantly went with Ned, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the scene.

One time when she glanced back, she noticed Peter had disappeared; causing her to panic.

What if the water thing got him?

She was pleased Ned’s focus was now on Betty, and used it to her advantage as she slowed her pace until she was far enough behind to slip away.

Y/n slid behind a wall and looked around before running to where she last saw Peter.

Before she could reach the destination, she saw him.

Except this time, he had webs shooting from his hands and was pulling on two heavy structures with minimal difficulty.

She shook her head, of course he was Spider-Man, it all made sense now.

Her focus snapped back to the scene and she tucked herself around the corner where he wouldn’t be able to see.

Y/n instinctively used her telekinesis to push the buildings back in the direction Peter was trying to pull them.

Satisfied, she began walking closer, only to be stopped by Ned a few seconds later.

“There you are, come on are you crazy? The water is attacking us and you just run off?!” Ned complained.

“Sorry I got scared” she said, a half-truth.

Ned sighed and nodded, “let’s go”.

“What about Peter” y/n asked.

“He should already be back, now come on” he said, covering for Peter.

She always sensed something was off with Ned whenever Peter had something suddenly come up.

Buy, now that she knew why, it was even more clear.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t state this or stay without exposing him and potentially herself, plus most of the chaos died down so she went with Ned.

Y/n smiled softly as MJ sat beside her, wraping her arm around her friend, "glad to see you're okay MJ"

"You too, although I lost track of you there for a little" MJ commented.

Bting her lower lip y/n shrugged, "it was pretty hectic, I got a bit distracted".

"At least its over now" MJ muttered, giving her a small smile.

"He's alright. He's no Spider-Man." Flash remarked about the unknown superhero that was at the canals today.

MJ laughed mockingly and shook her head over Flash once again fanboying over Spider-Man, "What is it with you and Spider-Man?"

"What? He's just awesome, okay? He protects the neighborhood and y'know he's inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man" Flash rambled on.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back against the steps as Y/n removed her arm grom her shoulder and adjusted her hairtie to distract her from worrying over Peter.

Fortunately, y/n soon felt a change in the atmosphere and turned her head around the stair banister just as Peter walked in.

Flash saw him at the same time, commenting, "'Sup, dickwad? Thought you drowned",

Brad smirked at the dig and MJ rolled her eyes again as y/n just scanned him for injuries.

Peter ignored Flash and looked over y/n and MJ.

"So how much of that did you see?" Peter asked, eyes landing on y/n.

Before she could respond, MJ cut in, "Not much. I was running".

Peter's eyes snapped to her and then back to y/n briefly before looking at MJ again, "Right. Me too. I was also running... away."

Y/n bit her lip as she wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and slide away from them and their conversation.

"So Paris tomorrow. Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great, it's on your bucket list right?" Peter commented, bringing her attention back to the group.

Y/n smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

But once again, just as she was about to respond, MJ interrupted "I read it was secretly built as a mind-control antenna to create an army of the insane."

Y/n felt herself deflate and forced herself to look away from their conversation, making eye contact with the only other person seemingly noticing this parituclar side conversation, Brad.

"Oh" is all Peter said, and unbeknownst to y/n, his eyes are focused on her.

Had she not been using all her might to ignore the situation around her, her powers would have allowed her to realize what was truly happening.

But she was too disappointed and hurt to not completely shut out the conversation and his presence.

However, the wink Brad sends her way makes her even more frustrated.

Why couldn't Brad go for MJ and Peter be interested in her?

Sighing, she turned her focus back to her positiion between two of her best friends as she tried to find a way to politely excuse herself.

"Which is why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip" MJ flirts with a smug smile over at Peter.

At that, y/n no longer looked for a polite way to get out of it, she had to flee immediately as she felt her hands warm as her power ebbed with her emotions.

"Y/n?" Peter called after her as she suddenly stood and started up the stairs.

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[oneofstarkskids]

spider bite

genre: fluff

relationship: tasm!peter x best friend!reader

you were standing in the aisle of the subway looking at your best friend who was now upside down and clinging to the ceiling, "what the f-"

he suddenly drops to the ground with a bewildered expression. you stand there with your mouth slightly agap in shock as he just brushes the incident off casually and tries to help the girl he accidentally spilled beer on, "i'm so sorry-" but he stops mid-sentence when he realizes his hand is stuck to her shirt.

"uh..." peter shook his hand desperately willing it to release itself from the already pissed off woman. "get your hand off her," the man next to peter antagonizes. he moves closer threateningly. "peter, take it off," you say from behind him.

he whirls around, hand still stuck to the shirt, and whispers to you, "i can't take it off."

"take it off!" you say with wide eyes.

"i can't take it off!" peter repeats.

suddenly the man pushes him backwards. peter's flying body barely missed you by an inch. simultaneously, the woman's shirt was ripped clean off and she was left standing in her bra. "oh my god," you say with raised eyebrows before rushing over and giving her your jacket.

"are you kidding me!? are you freaking kidding me?" the man says in a rather annoying voice. you watch as peter turns away from the man and gets distracted with his hand getting stuck to yet another object. the man takes this as his chance to swing at peter, "HEY!"

peter dodges the man with ease and sends him tumbling into the seats with a kick. "man, i'm sorry! oh man, are you okay?"

and though what peter did seemed purposeful, his voice was clearly laced with genuine regret. you watched as the people next to you started going after peter too, "peter!" without turning around, he pulled himself up sideways on the subway pole and blocked one of their attacks. more started coming after him and though you could see that your friend can clearly handle himself, you couldn't let him fight alone. you picked up your skateboard and broke it on one of the larger men's backs. he just turned around to face you with a sneer, "uh, hi," you waved cutely before the man lunged at you. peter grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him to the side. with another strange and sudden movement, he was hanging upside down on the pole and just pulled it out of the floor like pulling a toothpick out of cake batter.

you had to jump out of the way to avoid the pole that peter was now carelessly flinging around. after knocking down two more of the attackers, peter put a hand to his mouth in pure shock. "i'm so sorry!"

you just looked around at the bodies scattered on the floor and the two girls who hid themselves away in the corner.

peter dropped the pole and looked down at his hands with a mixture of emotions.

it just so happened that the next stop was yours, so the both of you got off the subway and away from the scene of the crime as quickly as possible. you two went straight to the abandoned warehouse you guys hung out at together. it was like your secret hideout where you'd go to skate, listen to music and talk about shit that you couldn't talk about with anybody else.

you were sitting on an old, rusted bench beside peter. "so..." you said under your breath as you looked down at the gravel beneath your feet.

peter nodded slowly, "so."

"that was kind of weird back there, huh?" you asked, not that it was really a question.

"definitely weird." he confirmed.

"you kind of stuck to the ceiling for a second," you stated, still trying to wrap your mind around it.

"definitely stuck to the ceiling."

you cleared your throat, "how long- how did..." you paused to get your thoughts together.

peter looked up from the ground and put his hands on your shoulders, "okay listen, i have to tell you something. something that i should've already told you, but i didn't and now i have no choice. something you can't tell anyone else."

you shook your head, "peter stop rambling and just spit it out."

peter nodded before sighing, "okay. remember how i kind of snuck away earlier at oscorp?"

you rolled your eyes, "yes, you left me there to deal with gwen. by the way, she didn't believe for a second that you weren't stalking her."

peter frowned, "what? i wasn't!" you gave him an accusing look.

peter changed subjects, "that's not the point. the point is, i found a lab."

"a lab?" you interrupted.

peter just continued, "yes. it was filled with these...spiders. they were crawling on thick, almost synthetic looking, webs."

"i reached out to touch one-"

"naturally," you said, not shocked in the slightest by his stupidity.

"and they just started falling," he continued.

"ew!" you said and shook off the mental image he'd placed in your mind.

horror movies, were fun. clowns, were entertaining. heights, were manageable. but spiders? definitely not.

peter had a terrified look in his eye, "i got out of there as quickly as possible, but one must've fallen down my shirt because i felt it bite me."

"where!?" you asked, voice laced with concern.

peter turned and held his neck to the side to show you, "back of my neck."

you frowned at the sight of the truly disgusting spider bite and a string hanging from it.

you reached for it and tugged. "ow, what the-" peter yelped.

"stay still," you ordered as you pulled the detached string from his shirt. at the end, a rather large translucent spider was curled up and dead.

"oh my god, take it! take it!" you practically shoved it into peter's hands. he examined it for a moment.

"i know this is going to sound crazy, but..." he started.

"you think this spider gave you," you paused. it didn't matter. any way you said it, it would just sound crazy. "powers?"

peter shrugged, "i don't know."

"and you're sure nothing else life-altering or suspicious happened to you within the last twenty-four hours?" you asked. peter gave you a look.

"i think i would remember."

"just checking."

you sighed and tried to process this newfound information.

"you know what this means right?" you asked.

peter looked over to you expectantly with his eyebrows raised in question.

"my best friend is a spider!" you joked.

peter shook his head, "not exactly."

"well, you're like, a spider-boy," you said, separating the words. peter laughed.

"are you gonna go like, full spider?" you asked, suddenly disgusted.

peter's eyes widened with worry, "i hope not!"

"sorry! it was an intrusive thought!"

peter stood up, "i should get home. are you staying for dinner again?"

you nodded before he turned and started walking off.

"hey, pete!" you shouted from your place on the bench.

he spun around, "yeah?"

you stood up and ran over to walk with him as he put his arm around your shoulder, "you know i'm always gonna be there for you right?"

peter smiled and kept looking forward.

"even if you turn into a big ugly creature with six legs," you said confidently.

"spiders have eight legs," he corrected.

"same thing."

[wayneskluv]

MASTERLIST ! — fluff ; ꩜ — nsfw ; ★ — angst ; ִ ࣪𖤐 — request ; ᡣ𐭩 — f!reader ; ➸ — m!reader ; ꔛ — gn!reader ; ᯤ

DC COMICS ୨୧

jason todd ;

headcannons ꩜ ᯤ boyfriend!jason ; bestfriend!jason ; brother!jason ; rival!jason

don’t call me baby ִ ࣪𖤐 ᯤ; you were never supposed to move on. (post death!jason)

sorry baby, just needed you to shut up ᯤ ; after listening to you ramble, he kisses you to shut you up.

peraltiago!au ➸ ; jason todd x f!reader — pt1

dick grayson ;

headcannons ᯤ boyfriend!dick ; bestfriend!dick ; brother!dick ; rival!dick

tim drake ; coming soon

bruce wayne ; coming soon

harley quinn ;

and they were roommates ➸ ; roommate!harley quinn x f!reader — they’re both in love with eachother but wayyyy too blind to see it.

barbara gordon ; coming soon

jon kent ; coming soon

roy harper ; coming soon

clark kent ; coming soon

bart allen ; coming soon

rachel roth ; coming soon

alfred pennyworth ; coming soon

poison ivy ; coming soon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ᯓ

wanda maximoff ; coming soon

pietro maximoff ; coming soon

peter parker ; coming soon

tony stark ; coming soon

steve rogers ; coming soon

wade wilson ; coming soon

natasha romanoff ;

it’s possible she misses you ᯤ ; nat shows up at your door drunk & she finally tells you why she broke up with you.

agatha harkness ;

ᡣ𐭩 — agatha x wife!reader (kissing & mature themes) ➸

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

sirius black ;

cat got your tongue? ᯤ ; sirius found a cat whilst on a walk — you tease him about it.

james potter ; coming soon

remus lupin ; coming soon

regulus black ; coming soon

lily evans ; coming soon

STRANGER THINGS ⋆.˚

steve harrington ; coming soon

billy hargrove ; coming soon

robin buckley ; coming soon

OTHER ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley ;

use your words, love (implied!smut) ᯤ

spencer reid ;

a bet (implied!smut) ᯤ ; caught leaving his hotel room — featuring: derek morgan!

apologies (kissing) ᯤ; its no secret you two hate eachother, but when you apologise, something changes.

pretty boy got laid (implied!smut) ➸ ; derek is always teasing spencer about his love life, but when you come in late, he has a whole other reason to tease spencer — featuring: derek morgan!

abby scuito ; coming soon

emily prentiss ; coming soon

alice cullen ; coming soon

edward cullen ; coming soon

bella swan ; coming soon

[xspeter]

𝟎𝟎𝟎: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

peter parker is, and always will be, your best friend.

you’d met in the second grade when your family moved next door to him and his aunt, and your mom invited them over to dinner. peter had been dressed in a nice button up and a pair of jeans, and you had worn a nice flower dress.

you and peter seemed to automatically hit it off, both having the same nerdy interests and traits.

“what’s your favorite star wars movie?” a seven year old peter asks.

you rub your chin and pretend to be thinking, “hm… probably revenge of the sith.” you hum, shoving a spoonful of spaghetti into your mouth.

peters eyebrows furrow, “everyone knows return of the jedi is the best.” he argues and you shrug, “maybe, but that one doesn’t have anakin skywalker.”

peter giggles at that, and his laugh forces you too laugh too, until you’re both eventually wheezing and your parents are looking at you both like you have two heads.

“what’s so funny?” peters aunt asks, and you and peter both laugh a little harder.

that was ten years ago, and your opinion still hasn’t changed.

you slam your locker closed with a sigh, excited to finally be going to MoMA after months of waiting.

“you look happy.” peter hums, and you smile.

“i am.” you reply.

ned shakes his head, “i really don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with this place- like i get it’s famous and all but it’s just a museum.”

you scoff, “it’s not just a museum. it has some really famous art peices in there that i have been dying to see for the longest time!”

ned shrugs, “i still don’t get it.”

“no, you’re just a hater.”

ned rolls his eyes and you shake your head, you turn to peter, “what do you think?” you question.

peter shrugs, “i think it’s pretty cool- i mean, i like how it’s all up for interpretation.” he answers and you smile at that.

you couldn’t say that you had never imagined you’d be in the middle of an alien attack, but this was kind of the norm for New York at this point.

alien attacks weren’t exactly a common thing, but they weren’t uncommon either. they were just something that happened.

you swallowed as you all piled into the safe room. peter was gone- ned had said he had gotten taken to a different saferoom but you could’ve sworn he didn’t get off the bus with the rest of you.

ned said you were in shock and probably just hadn’t seen him, but you knew better. peter had been doing this lately, disappearing with no explanation, and every time you brought it up he blew it off.

it was starting to bother you.

you didn’t have time to argue with ned though, because as soon as you opened your mouth your hands began to feel tingly.

you scrunched your nose and looked down, your breath catching in your throat as you saw your body turning into literal dust.

“ned?” you gulped, looking up for your friend, but all you were met with was a cloud of ash.

you looked around the room, watching as your classmates began to float away, eyes filling with tears as your body was fully engulfed and you took what you were sure would be your last breath-

and then it wasn’t.

i said i didn’t want to have to write the fake dating au myself but here we are!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎

[mrsbrookemunson]

Spider-Man | Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

Prompt: This is when Peter Parker gets his powers in the movie, except you're right there with him as his best friend.

Genre: Fluff with underlying angst

Warnings: Swearing, canon fighting, mentions of injuries (Reader gets hit in the face with a skateboard, and whacked in the stomach with a pole), Peter's low key kind of mean to the reader (but cares), arguments, Peter likes Gwen, implied chubby!reader, it is the subway, and aftermath scene from the movie. Definitely a few typos

Word Count: 3445

A/N: I actually wrote a whole bestfriend!reader x Peter Parker series and never posted it, so let me know if you want part two.

| Part One | Part Two |

It all happened when Peter Parker said he was going to try to find some Dr. Conners that knew his dad back in the day, plain and simple. And me being the bestest friend I am, I waited at a coffee shop—did all my homework, not to brag… it’s a process!—so that he didn’t have to go home—which happens to be next to mine—on the subway alone. Plain. And. Simple.

“There you are!” I exclaimed, happily. “You know when someone says they’re five minutes away, I’d like to believe they are indeed… five minutes away.” I stood up, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat, the chill air having not gone away in the city of New York for a while.

Peter gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry! I just… have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired,” he explained, sounding distant.

I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He definitely seems off. “Ah, it’s okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you.” I widely smiled, slapping him on the arm which causes him to jolt. “So, how was it?” Did you find Dr. Conners?” 

He nodded, “I did.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “And?” 

“And–what? We didn’t talk, I couldn’t get him alone.” 

I frowned. “Next time then…” I assured. “Anything else that happened that I should know about?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing of importance.” His lips twitched up for a second afterwards. “But… Gwen Stacy was there.” 

My heart hammered, “That girl you’re madly in love with?” 

He laughed my statement off, awkwardly. “I’m not in love with her,” he protested weakly. “Just interested is all.” 

I let out an absentminded hum.

At that moment the train came hustling in with an abrupt stop.

Saved by the subway.

“Shall we?” I tilted my head towards it.

“We shall,” he replied. 

If I knew that Peter would’ve fallen asleep on the train, I also wouldn’t have drifted off… but I did… honestly… kind of worth it.

His feet were elevated, resting against the wall beside my head in his lying down position. I, on the other hand, was sitting upright, my neck craned back in a very uncomfortable manner. I was surprised we both dozed with the group of drunks beside us causing a ruckus. The group, stupidly, danced and laughed, the smell of cigarettes and beer burned my nostrils. 

Suddenly I was woken up when Peter made a harsh movement up.

What I didn’t expect to see was him attached to the roof of the transport. “P–Peter?” I rubbed my eyes in the slight chance I was dreaming. 

Everyone stared at him in a tense silence, including me. 

Peter looked at his hands which stuck onto the metal, hesitantly letting go, sending him down to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned, kneeling down beside him to help him up.

“Yeah,” he answered, unsure. “You did see that right?” 

I opened my mouth to answer, but get cut off by one of the girls present, “Disgusting, now I smell my beer.” 

I had to resist the strong urge to roll my eyes. Because that’s what’s important. 

Peter, being Peter, looked at her in alarm, and guilt. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice dragged when he tried to pull his hand away. 

“Peter?” I eyed him, weirded out at the turn of events that took place 

“I didn’t–I didn’t,” he stuttered, still struggling his hand away.

An older man walked up to Peter, a tough persona displayed. “Get your hand off her!” he commanded.

Peter looked at the man, fearfully. 

“I’m trying to get my—”

“Can’t you see he’s trying!” I shouted. 

The guy, now angry, pushed Peter away from the girl, his hand took her shirt along with him. A couple of the surrounding guys laughed, staring.

“Well, that’s one way of getting your hand off of her,” I joked, but Peter didn’t react. 

The man that pushed Peter gets more riled up from this action, “Are you kidding?” 

Peter held onto one of the hand bars that he was previously rammed into, looking away from the girl, respectfully. “I’m sorry.” He raised a hand back, her shirt still latched onto the palm of his hand.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” the man shouted.

“Hey! It’s not his fault,” I argued in his defense. “Can’t you see he was trying to? Technically you were the one that pushed him, which led to the accidental taking off of this… lady’s shirt, so–technically–it’s your fault.” 

I noticed in the corner of my eye Peter trying to pull his hand away from the hand bar just as I heard, “Hey, get him, Rudy, I got the girl.” 

“What?!” I raised my hands up in defense. “Isn’t this whole thing about sticking up for women?” 

“Hey!” Ignoring my words the man threw a punch towards Peter who raised a swift leg, kicking the man past me and onto another bench. The man groaned in pain.

“Woah,” I let out, breathless as the man fell to the ground.

“Man, I’m sorry! Oh, man, are you all right?” Peter rambled, turning to look at him.

As if he knew, Peter pushes up kicking another guy that had just about lunged at him, the momentum of it ended with him on his back.

“Take him down! Come on,” a woman shouted.

“Woah hold on–ah!” 

I was about to step in when another guy charged towards Peter who kicked up at the guy, doing a kip up, effortlessly landing on his feet. All with still holding onto the hand rail. “Get him, man! Get him!” 

There was only one guy left standing, his head whipping to the skateboard on the ground, Peter ever-so-slightly shook his head, eyeing it upsettingly. “No, man, no. Not my board,” he pleaded.

I was just about to grab it when the guy got it first in a flash, winding it back.

“Please, dude, don’t—” Peter didn’t finish his sentence as it was about to hit him, but the impact never came. “Y/n—You!” 

Of course, during this part all I saw was pitch black darkness, Peter–thankfully–filled me in on what happened after I was ejected from existence… I can still feel the pain.

The guy with the skateboard still in hand, attempted to swing at Peter for a second time, but Peter manages to kick up once again, and swung around to straddle his own arms in a bent position. Much to Peter’s dismay, the pole broke from the ground, nearly hitting me…

Oh wait—

First he hit the guy who started it all right where the sun didn't shine. “Sorry. Sorry.” Then another guy in the jaw. “Oh.” He turns to look at all the guys lifeless on the ground. “I am so sorry.” And then—

“I’m alive–UGH!” I crouched down, holding my stomach.

Peter finally gained the ability to drop the pole, staring down at his hand in shock.

Coney Island, next stop, the conductor’s voice resonated through the poorly made speakers, repeating it. 

“A little help down here,” I squeaked.

Peter snapped his attention to me who was… in a lot of pain. “Oh my—” he cut himself off, rushing to me. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you okay? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, you were hit with a skateboard. Can you remember things? What’s your name? What is my name?” He took my face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. “Why the Hell did you do that? You definitely have a concussion.”

“Peter! Everyone is staring.” I covered his hands which have yet to pull away from my cheeks that felt as though they were on fire. 

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, shutting it. “Do you think your aunt would be okay if you spent the night?” 

“As long as we use protection,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh–I didn’t mean–it’s just my aunt always says to… nevermind.”

It was a long ride to the Parker residence from there.

Peter practically sprinted off of the train when we arrived. “Peter!” I screamed due to the amount of distance he put between us. 

“Oh, right!” He ran back, not wasting anymore time. “Hop on my back!” 

I blinked a few times, “Wh-What?” 

“Hop on… my back.” He set his backpack on the ground. “I literally just ripped a metal pole out of the ground, I can carry you.” 

I hesitated. “You’ve never been able to carry me before,” I pointed out, sadly. “Not to mention I have a backpack that weighs at least 50 pounds.

“Don’t say it like that, please, you’re probably lighter than air, it’s my fault I’m so weak,” he begs. “Let’s just try.” 

“I hate trying.” 

“I know you do,” he dismissed, turning around, and kneeling.

“If this goes poorly…” I dragged.

Peter didn't respond, as I cautiously wrapped my legs to straddle his back. 

“Okay I–woah!” I gasped when he stood upright. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re holding me up, that’s…” 

“Just hold on tight.” 

I do as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and intertwining my legs around his torso. “Why? You aren’t going to—No!” I shrieked when he starts to sprint again. “Peter!” I tighten edmy grip around him, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. “How are you doing this right now?” I asked, hinting at the fact he’s running with me on his back, with my backpack on, while carrying his backpack, and skateboard, which apparently broke at the second hit at him. It broke off of him.

Can’t deny all of it was attractive, well… what I saw before I was knocked out.

“How did I do any of that stuff?” 

I opened my mouth to reply with something clever, but nothing formed. 

“See?” he laughed.

I noticed that his face was starting to break out into a cold sweat. “Peter? You’re sweating. I knew this would be too much for you—”

“No! I think it’s the shock, the reaction. You know…” He began to slow down. “I am not beginning to feel too well,” he admitted, starting to stumble a little.

“Okay, you need to let me go. “

“It’s not you, I swear!” 

“I’m not saying it is, we’re almost at your house Peter, we can walk from here.” 

Giving in, he let me go. And looking at him… he didn’t look too good. Well, he always looks good, but I mean like… he looks ill. “It wasn’t you…” he reassured, shaking his head, spastically. 

“Let’s just… get you home, okay?” 

I go to grab his hand, but he jerked away. What is happening right now?

We arrived at his house. I opened the door, and ushered Peter inside whilst closing the door behind us. “Uh, hey,” Peter greeted. “Hey, hey.” He walked off without me.

I scrambled to keep up with his long strides as he met up with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

“Sorry. I’m late–and–uh Y/n's here too.” He gestured toward me as I peak my head around the corner. “We got—” 

“We’ve been so worried.” Aunt May stood to block him with a stern expression. “Your aunt too, Y/n!” She pointed to me who sported a sheepish smile. 

My eyes looked down at my phone which I had yet to pull out tonight, cringing at the number of voicemails and messages. I sent her a quick one back that I was safe and would be staying the night at Peter’s. “Use protection,” I read my Aunt Yelena’s text in a hushed tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. Watch out!” 

I looked up in alarm to see Peter catch something about the size of a fingernail, if not smaller. My feet got the better of me as I made my way towards Peter’s raised hand that rested in front of May’s face to get a better look. My body pushed up just beside Peter’s… I don’t think he noticed.

The fly buzzed as a beat of silence went by, Peter not being able to look at anything besides the insect just in between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. 

“That’s a fly, Peter,” Aunt May commented, her hands pressed against her chest, scared.

Peter, for sure out of it, let go, waving his hand in the air. “Yeah,” he responded, carelessly. 

It flew around his head, his eyes following it carefully. “Nice catch,” I whispered. He jumped, dramatically, looking at me as if I was a ghost before looking back at Aunt May.

He wiped his bottom lip, preparing as if to say something, “I’m so sorry I kept you guys up,” he paused. “I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry.” He goes to push past Aunt May, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and handing her half his broken board in the process. 

Aunt May and Uncle Ben looked at me for answers, but I could only supply them a weak chuckle. Ben stood up to position himself next to May in the doorway of the kitchen, fitting myself right in between them.

The three of us watched as Peter dug out a yellow plate of what looked to be May’s meatloaf, unwrapping it, then proceeding to eat as if he hasn’t eaten anything in days, letting out breaths of relief. Was I somehow finding this attractive? Yes. “Drinking?” May questioned, eyes glancing at me as a quick analysis to see if I was in the same shape.

Ben, grasped the concept, and looked at me as well. I gave him a helpless shrug. 

“What’s this?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Ben answered to May.

“This is your meat loaf,” Peter concluded chuckling, continuing to lean against the opened fridge door. “This beats all other meat loafs.” 

Ben and I gave each other pointed looks of acknowledgement of his words.

“Something is very wrong,” May observed 

“Yeah,” Ben started.

“Nobody likes your meat loaf,” Ben and I finished at the same time.

May looked at us both in slight irritation, her previous concerned expression dropping.

I don’t even know how it happened but the next time I saw Peter he was carrying at least seven courses, including ice cream and–is that frozen mac n’ cheese?

Peter slid past the three of us, nearly dropping one of the containers which May immediately reached out to catch, but the crook of Peter’s elbow did the job for her. “I got it,” he affirmed. 

“He took the frozen macaroni and cheese,” May voiced.

“I noticed that,” Ben responded.

Ben and May looked at me with another interrogative gaze. 

I sucked on my teeth for a moment, “I really can’t answer that for you.” 

May looked at Ben and I with a more threatening appearance. “Why didn’t you guys tell me you didn’t like my meat loaf? Especially you Ben!” 

“Um…” He gaped at her.

“You could have said that to me 37 years ago—” 

“Y/n!” Peter called out from his room.

“You’re on your own Uncle Ben.” I saluted him, making a haste exit away from the conversation.

When I got to Peter’s room I didn’t find him. “Peter?” 

“In here,” a muffled voice says. 

I went to the bathroom, opening and closing the door to see him splashing water on his face. “Peter, what the hell was that all about?” 

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

He stared at his reflection, his hand reaching up at the collar of his shirt, connecting his fingers to something. 

“What’s that?” I took a step toward him to inspect. “It looks like—like a string.” 

He pulled at it, my eyes meeting what looked to be, “a bite.” 

He pulled on the string, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. He goes to look at it, a mixture of emotions flashing across his eyes as it now appear to resemble more of a web than a string. His eyebrows twitched up, as his eyes followed the trail that lead from his right hand to his left. He shuddered a couple of times. I didn’t dare to speak a word, rather just watched, but when I saw the dead spider at the end I nearly screamed. 

He looked away from it, blinking twice until they fully close.

“Peter,” I breathed. “You need to go to a hospital, that spider could’ve been deadly.” 

He shook his head now looking at me. I traced out his eyes that were bloodshot, a dark shadow casting underneath them. “No, we do not speak of this. I just–I just need some rest. You–you should go home.” 

I look at him taken aback. “Yeah. Right. Like I would ever leave you alone knowing this. What if you have a seizure or something? What if your skin starts burning holes? What if—” 

“I get it!” he snapped. “Fine. You can stay.” 

I gave him a proud smile. “Cool, see you in your room.” I smoothly winked at him, skipping off to allow him a second to himself. What a twist of events.

Beep—

I jumped up when Peter abruptly slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, the whole thing blowing up into bits. “Holy—my God, Peter, you—” My eyes set on the broken pieces of the poor alarm clock that got a taste of his newfound strength, coughing a little from the smoke 

His head burrowed into the pillow he had laying on the ground.

Despite having slept in the same bed multiple times, with said new strength Peter argued against it this time, claiming he'd accidentally hurt me in his sleep. With that said, he refused to have me sleep on the floor with my obvious concussion. “How are you feeling?” I asked. 

Groggily he got up, storming out, and to the bathroom.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him let out a small cry. “Peter?” I opened the door to see water shooting out from the faucet. “What did you do?” I closed the door in case either May or Ben decided to walk by. 

“Do you really need me to answer that?!” he replied, angry. He reached for the towel beside the sink, when the holder for it ripped off the wall. 

“Peter, just calm down!” I attempted to ease, as he frantically spun around. 

He tried to cover the broken faucet with the piece that he ripped off, eventually throwing the towel over it. His hand went toward the doorknob to the cabinet only to have that also be broken off. In defeat he looked at me.

“How about you try to open this door—” I knock edon the wood behind me, “—as carefully as possible?” 

He hesitated, but when I moved out of the way for him to obey, he walked up, only the tips of his fingers holding the doorknob, delicately turning it. Not without another look at me he left, slamming the door. “Thanks Peter,” I huffed, walking out of the bathroom.

When I went into Peter’s room I found him sitting on his bed, toothbrush in one hand, and the doorknob in the other. 

“Peter…?” I took soft steps toward him. 

He jolted up, turning his head to the side, frantically. He stared at something in horror. He jolted again, moving his whole body to turn toward his window, the blinds were down, the room dim. He held his toothbrush out in front of him as some form of defense. Realizing what he’s doing, he stood up. “I have to get to the bottom of this,” he told me. 

“You can say that again,” I laughed, going to his computer. 

His foot connected to a piece of paper which he struggled to get off. “You–you don’t have to—” he stammered when I offered to get it for him. “Thanks,” he muttered, sitting on his desk chair.

His typing was faster than lightning, looking up every possible thing about spiders and their bites. Nothing matching his problem. He lightly touches the bite on the back of his neck, a sudden impulse going through him as he typed, ‘Richard parker spider’, but it seemed to fade into random letters.

Peter and I both looked down at his hands which he lifts. Some of the keys, including the spacebar, stuck to his fingers. “Sticky like a spider,” I thought out loud. “You’re like a spider, but a man,” I paused, my tongue darting out to swipe over my lips in concentration. “A Spider-Man.” 

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Never let you go

Peter parker X f!reader

Summary: You see, Peter, after Strange had cast the spell.

"Oh my god, Peter, I never thought I'd see you again!" You said as you ran to him, slowing down as you got closer, staring at him in disbelief. Peter just looked at you, his mouth wide open and tears threatening to spill out.

"I searched for you everywhere, I asked Mj and Ned where you were, but they gave me a funny look and laughed, I asked Happy, but told me to 'take rest' like what the hell does that even mean?! I tried to find photos of you, but all of them were gone! Including my favourite picture of us! You know the one with Mj, Ned you and I? Yeah, well.." You trailed off, stopping to chuckle and wipe a tear that ran down your face. You thought you were going crazy. Nobody knew Peter. It was as if he didn't exist, as if your life long bestfriend was imaginary.

"All of that was gone, I searched the cloud. Yet it wasn't there either there was no proof you exist-" Before you could complete your sentence, Peter engulfed you in a bear hug, making you almost fall. It took you a moment to get out of the state of surprise, but when you did, you hugged him just as tight. You heard him sniffle, and your shirt felt wet. You didn't mind, though. You stroked his hair, comforting him.

"I thought everyone forgot about me!" He cried. "I'm so happy! Words can't describe how happy I am." He pulled away and kissed your forehead." Both of you were just friends, and these forehead kisses were normal, and as much as you refused to admit it, you missed these small casual kisses he gave you. You missed his hug, his scent. You missed him. More than you realised. Right then, you promised yourself never to let him go.