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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Masterlist 2

NaEmoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

-Damien Darkblood

Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild ❤️)

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)

here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request <;33

'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

peter parker x gn! reader

inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)

notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)

w/c: 2.1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.

“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”

peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”

your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”

“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”

“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”

peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!

“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.

“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”

“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.

but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.

peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”

you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.

you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.

digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.

“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.

“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.

“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face.

peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.

oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.

“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.

“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.

you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.

peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?

“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.

“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh.

peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.

you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.

“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.

“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.

“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.

“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”

“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”

you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks.

“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.

“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”

“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.

you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”

he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.

“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.

“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.

“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?”

peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.

his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Hi everyone, I'm Rin, welcome!

I'm a multifandom writer and you can send requests for headcanons, fics, etc. I can write for ships but currently I’m mainly doing x readers (no smut)

I'm also currently in school, so please be kind if I don't respond for a bit :) I wrote this when I started my blog, now it's more like please accept the most heightened sorrow and apologetic energy I'm sending you because fics are coming many months after request

Besides writing this is mainly a maze runner blog, plus whatever else I decide to put on it - at this stage likely to be stranger things, the artful dodger, the marauders, and the umbrella academy

Tags: #my writing (just fics), #rin's saved (my fav posts of all time), #asks, #not fic (any non-fic posts)

Fandoms I write for (+ masterlist):

My personal favs: ✩, my most popular: ❀

(gn) = gender neutral reader, (f) = fem, (m) = masc

THE MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Come back to me: Part 1 & Part 2 (gn) All in two days: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (gn) ✩ You're my favourite: Part 1 & Part 2 (gn) Tides (f) Play me something? (m) ❀ Strawberry kisses (f) Angel boy & Perfect without (gn) Soul sister (f) The night we met (gn)

Thomas

✩ Invisible string (f) Calm and Storm (f) Intertwined (f) Thomas Relationship Headcanons (gn) Something I Need (f)

Minho

Love your touches (not in a weird way) (f) Classic (f) Just cuddles and kisses (f) ✩ Real or not real (f) First date (gn) ✩ Teenage dream (f)

Gally

Scars (gn)

Aris

It's you and me (f)

Everyone (platonic)

The Heart (gn) Shields: Part 1 & ✩ Part 2 (f) ✩ Hope (f) Born to run (f) ✩ Look after each other for me (f) ✩ Yellow painted skies (m) ✩ Everyone loves Y/n (gn)

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

New kids

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

HARRY POTTER (main cast and marauders)

George Weasley

It's a love story (f)

THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT

Beth Harmon

My girl (f)

Benny Watts

THE ARTFUL DODGER

Jack Dawkins

Belle Fox

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Five Hargreeves (note that his age is a bit fiddly, so fics will be set a) before he jumps forward, b) in an AU where he never jumps, or c) the time he spent in the apocalypse will be reduced. also depends on whether requests specify reader's age range)

MARVEL

Peter Parker (tasm or mcu -verse)

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

If you're looking for any fandom/character that's not on this list just send an ask and I'll see if I know it well enough to write it

Requests are open!!

#the maze runner #teen wolf #harry potter #marauders #the queen's gambit #voltron #the artful dodger #the umbrella academy #marvel #avengers

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Well folks, if you didn’t already know, I’m old.

In a few weeks I turn 41!

Additionally I hit 650 followers the other day, yay!

To celebrate these two things I’m gonna do two things-

From Mon 20th to Thurs 23rd I’m going to answer your questions for some of my ‘verse pairings

I’m going to hold a little creative challenge, running from 13th June to 3rd July

Find more info below the cut

Please send me questions, request h/c or send your own thoughts on any of the following of my ‘verse relationships;

Steve, Cali and Bucky

Ari and Angel

M’Baku and Sabi

Joaquín and Sparky

Loki and Chess

Dark Steve, Sam, Bucky and Bunny

Sam and Bucky

Feel free to send them in any time. I will post my replies between 20th-23rd June.

80’s and 90’s music is my jam

Pick one of my fav’s (or two- doesn’t have to be x reader/ofc, it can be ship) and a choon.

Create a moodboard, fic, ficlet, h/c list, screengrab story board, artwork, whatevs!

Jen’s favs (and I ain’t picky)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Thor

Loki

Bruce Banner

Nat

Tony

Valkyrie

Peter Parker (TASM or MCU)

Joaquín Torres

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Andy Barber

Jake Jensen

Lee Bodecker

Lance Tucker

Choooooooooons

I’m still standing -Elton John

La Isla Bonita - Madonna

Centrefold - J.Geils Band

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

Take on Me - Aha

Walking on Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves

I wanna dance with somebody - Whitney Houston

Set you free -N-trance

Let me be your fantasy - Baby D

Damn, I wish I was your lover-Sophie B Hawkins

Forgiven, not Forgotten - The Corrs

Bailamos - Enrique Iglesias

I see you, baby - Groove Armada

Rescue Me - Madonna

Bullet in the Gun - Planet Perfecto

Ready to Go - Republica

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Rules

Please post anytime between 13th June to 3rd July and use the tag #Jen’s Birthday, so I can create a master list.

Please no toilet play, underage, incest (inc step-cest) or bestiality (monster fucking is fine).

Please use appropriate tags.

Use the music prompt in any way you see fit.

Don’t see a song you vibe with? Let me know and I’ll search my playlist for some more options.

Prompts can be used by multiple creators, go nuts.

Feel inspired? Make more than one creation.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t have the bandwidth and will be either late or have to drop out. It’s supposed to be fun.

Tagging some beauts: @christywantspizza @sidepartskinnyjeans @yarnforbrains @jobean12-blog @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @breakablebarnes @lil-nas-z @beelicious-barnes @duchessonfireao3 @koipondering @firefly-in-darkness @ramp-it-up @strangeprincex @writerkenna @tuiccim @weekendgothgirl @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @writing-for-marvel

#Jen’s Birthday #late to the party 81 #writing challenge #sleepover #ask me questions

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buckysmetalarm08 · 1 year

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✨MASTERLIST!💕

If it has a line through it recs for it are closed-

I picked one favorite per fandom they have 💕

Marvel:

almost all these are with avenger reader unless it is specified they aren’t

Nat:

Natasha Romanoff x gn! Reader valentines special

Natasha x fem! Reader cuddling hcs

Yelena:

None yet

Wanda💕:

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader cuddling hcs

Baking with Wanda Maximoff would include

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader dating hcs

Bucky:

Bucky x touch starved gn!reader

Bucky Barnes x Steve’s sister! Reader hcs

Peter (Tom):

Peter Parker x gn! Classmate!reader

Peter (TASM):

TASM x fem! Reader

Thor:

Cuddling hcs

Thor odinson x gn!reader

Cap:

Cuddling hcs

Tony:

Cuddling hcs

America C:

America Chavez x fem! Reader hcs

Kate:

None yet😞

Sometimes others depends

Toh:

Raine💕:

Raine whispers x Fem! Reader hcs

Eda:

None yet

Amity:

Amity x Luz’s Sister! Reader

Luz:

None yet

Amphibia:

Marcy💕:

Marcy wu x gn! Reader hcs

Heathers:

Veronica💕:

None yet

A/n: Specify if the musical or movie-

The Breakfast Club:

Allison💕:

None yet

Claire:

None yet

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off:

Jeanie💕:

None yet

Ever After High

Maddie💕:

None yet

Kitty💕:

None yet

Lizzie:

Lizzie x shy!reader

Raven:

None yet

Cerise:

None yet

Briar:

None yet

Percy Jackson

Clarisse La Rue 💕:

None yet

Thalia Grace:

none yet

————————————————————————

That’s about it

I am a Minor so no NSFW

I mostly do headcannons but if requested I can do oneshots and imagines

I do romantic and platonic

No more than 4 characters at a time pls

I mostly do fluff

I only really write for gn or fem reader 😭

So yeah ask away I guess

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707swifey · 2 years

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hi, i'm Kiyo (she/her - 18)! i made this sideblog for my self ship with Saeyoung- our ship name is SaeKi ^^ i'll post more details about us later but in the meantime it's nice to be here c: ( i might rarely post about my other F/Os i do not have a blog for?)

btw, this isn't my main blog! :o it's @peter3sgf, which i will follow/comment from (the blog name sounds like a self ship acc too lol but it's a marvel blog 💀)

i love to interact w/ other self ship blogs!♡ it makes me really happy seeing people who match so perfectly with their F/Os, and reading their stories >//<!!

⋆ i'm super open to messages/discord servers/group chats for self shipping reasons or just to be friends ^^

⋆ SaeKi's story

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

byf though, please make sure we don't share any f/os of the same type (i.e., if you self ship w my dad go for it!! i'm your #1 supporter!! but i wouldn't want to interact with someone else who says that character is their dad too)

Romantic F/Os:

Saeyoung Choi - Mystic Messenger [this blog!]

Peter Parker - MCU

Peter Parker - TASM

Yun - Akatsuki no Yona

Hwang Sunoh - Love Alarm

Merlin - Merlin (2008)

N - Pokémon

Heli - Dark Moon: The Blood Altar

side note: while not fictional, I also cannot interact with people who have really big crushes on Baekhyun or Hyunjin - SKZ; bias/attraction is OK [my kpop/kdrama blog is @baekhyuns-candy!]

Familial F/Os:

Brother-in-Law

Saeran Choi - Mystic Messenger

Fathers

Kim Shin - Guardian: The Lonely and Great God

Dr. Strange - MCU

Scott Lang - MCU (father figure)

Silco - Arcane

Zhongli - Genshin Impact

Phil Dunphy - Modern Family (father figure)

Vincent VanGhoul - Mystery Incorporated

Mayor Jones - Mystery Incorporated

Spider-Ham - Spiderverse (father figure)

Platonic F/Os (can share!!)

my besties!!

Yoosung Kim - Mystic Messenger

Gwen Stacy - Spiderverse

Will Byers - Stranger Things

Max Mayfield - Stranger Things

#saeki #self ship community #self shipping #f/o #fictional other #707 x cmc #self ship

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pvarker · 2 years

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build you up, then i take.

masterlist • about me • general guidelines

summary: peter parker is especially frustrated after a very hard set of physics problems, and who better to calm him down than you.

warnings: just some making out, spidey sense overload that could be described as a panic attack but not really?

tags: gn!reader, college!peter x college!reader, established relationship, peter parker is a nerd <3, fluff, universal!peter (esp since he goes to empire state uni here), some making out, hurt/comfort kinda??

word count: 2.3k

a/n: honestly a long time no see! college has been pretty busy for me but i've been thinking about this idea for a while, after i did a physics problem set this week and got extremely frustrated. ofc peter our resident engineer will go through the same pain so why not write something for it? this also kinda ended weird but im too tired to really care lolz. i'm still working on one way or another and another one shot (which is at like 2k words rn, and climbing). please enjoy!

As Spider-man, there were a lot of frustrating things in Peter's life. Spandex that was tight in the wrong places, criminals who don't respect the quality of his quips, the little piece of metal that sticks out on his window frame that snags his suit all the time. Oh and of course, the regular things, like not catching a criminal on time or having the culprit run away before the cops could arrive.

But, Peter was a pretty gentle boy, especially after his aunt May sent him to take yoga classes from childhood to take care of his restless energy. It was just a deep breath in and a breath out, to calm himself down, and remind himself to take it one step at a time.

So why was he getting so worked up on a regular thursday evening at his campus Starbucks?

"Okay, let's try 260.16 N this time," Peter muttered to himself, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. Peter was nestled in the corner, scratch paper scattered all around his laptop. His head was leaning in one of his hands, his hand repeatedly combing through his hair as he worked out the problem. His eyes flickered down from his scratch sheet of paper, to the laptop, and then back to his calculator as his nimble hands redid the calculations to double and triple check, before entering in the answer.

This was his fifth and final attempt at the same problem he's been pouring over for the past half hour. Usually, he liked to study with you, his partner of 2 years, in your apartment. Mostly because it was an excuse to distract and eventually, make out and cuddle with you. But it was also just an excuse to have your calming presence, to watch you work. Your presence was oddly soothing to Peter’s spider senses, in a way he couldn’t understand.

Back in high school, when he was just your best friend and not your boyfriend, it went haywire at your presence. Especially when you did something particularly cute, or something that sent butterflies in his stomach, his vision would blur, only being able to focus on you and nothing else. It was especially bad at your touch, your soft skin against his made him sweat and pant like he just ran a marathon.

Yet, as soon as you were his, his senses settled down, and became unnaturally quiet. A quietness that Peter hadn’t experienced since the spider bite. It was almost like his senses were rewired overnight, like it knew you were safe for him to be around so it was okay for it to turn off for a while.

Today though, he couldn't be afforded to distracted by you. He had already missed two lectures after doing a midday patrol, and unless he caught up with the problems, he was screwed for his midterms.

"God, this better be correct," he mumbled out, his eyes scanning the screen one last time before submitting the problem. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see the results on the screen. He gave himself a small pep talk, trying to alleviate the small anxiety building in his chest before peaking at the screen.

On the screen was a big red outline around the answer box, accompanied by a banner screaming at him that "The answer is incorrect."

He squinted at the problem, confusion taking over his features as he ran a hand through his hair, scrunching it in slight frustration. Rather harshly, he clicked on the prompt box to reveal the correct answer, his fingers pressing into the keyboard harder than needed. Berating himself for being so harsh with his only laptop, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing.

"A fucking negative sign?" he exclaimed a little too loudly, getting weird looks from the near by customers. He looked up, muttering a quick apologies before going back to his screen.

Apparently the answer was negative 260.15 N not positive, according to the taunting banner that was yelling at him that he was wrong for the millionth time.

"How could I have missed a negative sign?" He rifled through his papers, shuffling around the scraps of paper to reread over his work. As his fingers followed his calculation, he paused between two steps, noticing how he dropped a negative sign between the two equations.

Fuck. Peter gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he berated himself. His mind always worked faster than his hands, and it often got him in trouble in math, but not this frequently. This was the 6th problem in a row that he had to redo over 4 times, and suddenly a deep breath in and out just wasn't good enough.

A restless frustration took over his body, starting with his fidgeting hands turning into fists, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. He shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore the feeling by practicing some breathing exercises but no avail. It climbed up his body, creeping from his arms to his chest, filling his lungs, before climbing up his neck and filling mind.

It was almost searing hot, the feeling crawling up his body and his spidey sense only magnified the emotion. All of a sudden, he was overheating, the uncontrolled emotion running his sense haywire, making him sweat. His heightened vision was blurring out his eyes, and the smells of the coffee that was once soothing was attacking him, suffocating him. The low noise that was supposed to act like white noise were amplified, every conversation, sniffle and whisper sounding like screams and yells.

But rather than it making him want to cover his eyes and shut himself into a dark, quiet room, like it usually did, it only contributed to the rage and frustration building in his chest. Almost like he was losing control of his sense, and over what? A couple of physics problems?

Maybe it was the building pressure of his responsibility to the city and to his studies adding on, but it was impossible for him to stop seeing red as he attempted to close his eyes and channel whatever breathing exercises that was taught to him. His leg shook underneath the table, biting his lip, trying to think clearly enough to remember what to do to get rid of this irritation.

You. He needed to see you. Seeing you always helped quiet down the noise in his head after a long day of patrolling, so maybe you could help here too?

As if his body was working on autopilot, he quickly gathered up his stuff, trying to cram his paper back into a folder and grab his laptop to shove it away in his backpack. Quickly slinging his backpack on his shoulder, he walked out of the starbucks trying to set off to your apartment before he did something he regretted.

It was a normal thursday night for you, maneuvering around your kitchen to prep some pasta for yourself. The sounds of New Girl echoed through your kitchen, as you smelled the lovely aroma of the food you were cooking up. You were just staying by yourself tonight, since your roommates were out and Peter was out working on school work.

Days like these helped you take stock of your life, just slowing down to take in all the good around you. Going to Empire State University, and living in New York had you in a constant race, rushing to complete work that required more than 24 hours within the span of a day. Still, your life was going well, surrounded by your friends and a stellar boyfriend who you're head over heels in love with.

You were especially dressed down tonight, just chilling in a oversized t-shirt and shorts, while you stirred the pasta sauce, your eyes on the antics of winston and cece on the show.

Before the sauce was reduced too much, you mixed in the pasta, the smell making your mouth salivate, and you gave it a quick stir, before plating it in a bowl. Quickly, you took out some fresh parsley to garnish your creation, before leaning back, proud of your work.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang through your apartment, before a muffled voice of your boyfriend, Peter Parker, sounded through your front door.

Wiping your hands off on a dish towel, you ran to get the door. You swung it open to greet your oddly disheveled boyfriend, his hands tugging on the straps of his backpack. He was more fidgety than usual, his hands playing with the fabric of his shirt as he stood in front of you. Seeing him was quite the surprise for you, especially after he mentioned how busy his next couple days were with midterms and projects.

"Peter!" you exclaimed, grinning up at him, meeting his chocolate eyes. His eyes were one of your favorite features, the brown eyes almost wide and eager to take in everything around him, almost soft and adoring. But those eyes that are usually bright and full of mischief were a darker shade, clouded by something that you couldn't put your finger on.

He walked in, almost wordlessly as he shed his backpack and placed in on your couch, only confusing you more as you shut the door behind him. Your face scrunched in confusion at his odd behavior. It was rare that he came in like this. At least, when he got in his moods, he was usually coming through your window, not the front door, dressed in his familiar red and blue suit rather than as a regular college boy.

He was quiet, but his eyes were on you and you could feel your skin heating up at his gaze. All of a sudden, it felt like you were too exposed to him, goosebumps slowly forming along your arms and legs as his eyes traced your figure up and down.

"What are you-" you started to ask him, but you were cut off as your boyfriend strode towards you, his hands cupping around your face to bring your lips to his. His lips were firm against yours, yet soft and familiar as they pressed against yours. It caught you off guard, your hands freezing at your sides as he pressed his lips insistently onto yours.

Then as if your mind started working again, you lips moved against his, and your hands went to his waist to pull him closer to your body. You gasped slightly against his lips he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He barely gave you an opportunity to breathe as his movements were insistent. One of his hands traveled from your jaw and into your hair, his fingers threading through it to pull you closer to him. His movements were frantic and almost unforgiving, trying to drink in your presence.

The heat of his body was melding into yours, and every brush against his skin was addicting, your every molecule only aware of the boy kissing you. Your hands traced the edge of his shirt, your finger tracing against the soft skin of his stomach, making him shudder. Your hands moved up under his shirt slowly, your thumbs tracing a soft pattern into his waist.

Peter’s presence was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough, your lips moving in tandem as his tongue raced against yours. The kisses grew sloppy as he walked you back until your back was against your wall, his body caging you against it. He pressed his body against yours once again, almost like he was trying to feel every curve of your body against his. You moved your hands from his waist, to his back, the palms of your hands against his back, pressing his body closer to yours.

Your mind was foggy as he drew away from your lips and down to your jaw, his frantic kisses addicting. Peter tilted your head with the hand tangled in your hair, as he left open-mouthed kisses down your throat, ones that left you panting and gasping, his mouth bruising the delicate skin of your neck. The feeling was torturous and delicious, his hand curving around your neck to adjust it as he pleased.

“Peter,” you shuddered out, as he sucked, your breath coming out in soft puffs, a moan growing at the back of your throat.

“Mmm, yes darling?” he murmured into your skin, his voice gravelly and deep, and utterly devastating. His other hand trailed the edge of your shirt, before dipping underneath to grasp at your side, his touch searing your skin.

“What’s wrong?,” you gasped out, trying to clear the fog in your head and think clearly. Or at least, as clear as you can when you have Peter Parker kissing you.

He drew back slightly, just to admire his handiwork. Your pupils were now just as blown out as his, your lips now swollen and red from Peter’s kisses. Both his hands moved to cup your face, his thumb rubbing a small pattern against your cheek as his searched your face, almost like he was memorizing ever part before answering.

“Just frustrated with physics,” he answered, his voice still low. “ ‘was getting overwhelmed with the work.” His breathing was labored, clearly worked up, and it was not just from kissing you.

“Ah,” you answered him, but internally you breathed out a sigh. It was worrying to see Peter so wound up, especially when he’s so in control of his feelings. You know just how much effort he put into balancing his school work and spiderman work, and it was clear how much it weighed on him. His eyes were tired, and he curled into your every touch like he just wanted to bottle up your warmth and keep it forever.

“Come on spider-boy, I made some pasta and you can tell me about your day, hm?” you proposed, and Peter nodded in response. You couldn’t fight his battles for him, but at least you could feed the boy and offer him comfort. And that’s just what you did, today and forever.

tagging: @rednights

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cuteasamuntin · 3 years

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Keep getting more tsam slander via Google News so I'll need to rewatch it for the millionth time like some kind of tsam enjoyer (and by talos I'm enjoying it yet again)

Extremely cool and sexy choice for you to make, congrats 💖 I’m sorry Google News is promoting bad opinions, but at least we’re out here re-watching these movies (and spreading the good word by making other people watch them with us)

#well I don’t know if you are but I have definitely been making people watch them with me #I have converted several people to Andrew Garfield’s Spidey #that’s right I proselytize for the Jewish actor who played Spider-Man intentionally Jewish #-palpatine voice- I R O N I C #Muntin’s Marvel Murmurings #bitoptimus #ask #tasm #spider-man #Peter parker #the amazing spider-man #marvel #mcu #mcu critical #one Jew many opinions

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angelfic · 2 years

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— SECRETS AND SKATEPARKS.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: you have a sneaking suspicion about your best friend and will apparently go to any lengths to prove yourself right.

warnings: mentions of violence/bruises, kissing, basically just a bunch of pg13 fluff, friends to lovers au.

author’s note: very much enjoying the andrew garfield spiderman love recently (don’t know where you all were 9 years ago but that’s not my business) so here’s a fic for my favourite spidey! i don’t think i’ve written for marvel in over a year and my writing is kinda rusty, but enjoy nonetheless!! ♡

“I wonder what Spider-Man looks like,” you absentmindedly mumble, scribbling down the answer to the Calculus question you were working on.

This piques your best friend Peter’s interest and his gaze quickly shoots from his own homework to you. “What, why? Wh-why does that, uh, matter?”

“No, I’m just saying, y’know?” You shrug, not thinking anything of it until you catch his expression. His head is tilted in confusion and he resembles a lost puppy with curiosity painted plain as day on his face.

God, why does your best friend have to be so cute. Okay, maybe a slightly inappropriate thought to be having, but it’s not like you’re hurting anyone! Other than yourself, that is, by not having your feelings returned. Collateral damage.

“He’s, like, super strong right?” you ask, turning back to your homework. Mostly to avoid looking at Peter, but also because you aren’t quite as good at calculus as him. He hums in answer, prompting you to continue. “Which means he’s probably super ripped. And if he’s super ripped, he’s gotta be like…”

You trail off, thinking he gets where you’re going. But when you look at him again, his brows are furrowed and you can’t help chuckling. “Spider-Man is probably really hot.”

Peter chokes on air.

“That’s not even-“ He cuts himself off, shaking his head which causes his hair to fall into his eyes, bringing more attention to the blush creeping it’s way onto his face. “I’ve always thought he was too… lanky.”

“Pfft!” You look at him like he’s gone crazy. “He’s not lanky. He’s tall. Tall guys are hot. He’s clearly got muscle. Probably was a popular jock or something in high school.”

“Yeah,” he says through a grin. He goes back to his homework and smiles like he’s sharing a private joke with himself, most likely at your mindless ramblings about Spider-Man. “That sounds about right.”

“And have you seen his ass?”

Peter chokes again.

“You good, Pete?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow at how awkward he is at the mention of Spider-Man’s ass. Just another aspect of his personality that you find irritatingly endearing.

“Just peachy,” he replies, through a strained voice.

You try, you really do, to keep in your laughter at his word choice. Unfortunately, you’ve never been good at that and as a result, you burst into a fit of giggles. Peter realises why you’re uncontrollably laughing soon enough and he groans, yet is unable to stop the corners of his mouth lifting. “You’re a child.”

“I can’t believe you said that. Of all phrases,” you say breathlessly, wiping a tear and finally calming down. This lasts a full five seconds and you don’t stop laughing again until you hear the click of a camera going off. “Hey!”

Peter had a habit of randomly taking photos of you, sometimes with him but mostly candid ones where you weren’t aware. A lot of the time he would print them out and stick them onto his collage inside his wardrobe, much to your protests.

“Delete that, I probably look hideous,” you whine, getting up to grab the device out of his hands as he looks at the picture he took, grinning. “Let me see!”

“Nope.” He pulls the camera out of your reach last minute, making you fall onto the bed with an indignant huff. “And you’ve never looked hideous a day in your life,” he mumbles under his breath, a hint of a scowl playing at his lips.

Pretending not to hear this, at the risk of him seeing your burning hot face, you go back to your homework. Curse Peter Parker and his stupid offhand comments that he doesn’t even know have an effect on you.

Somewhere in the eventual comfortable silence of your bedroom, Peter’s phone goes off and he shoots to his feet, collecting all his things into his backpack.

“Forgot I need to, uh, help Aunt May with some stuff,” he explains, already rushing out of the door, offering you an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay see you-“ The door slams shut. “Later. I guess.”

And with that he’s gone, leaving your stupid heart still fluttering.

You see him the next day in school, just before second period. He missed first, as per usual. He never used to be late to class, but recently you’ve been catching him in the school hallways rather than outside your window on the fire escape so you can walk to school together.

“Parker!” you yell to get his attention as you make your way to his locker. He looks up, grins and gives you a little wave. There goes that heart again.

Just as you reach him, some girl bumps into you as she rushes to get to class, causing you to stumble and fall on Peter.

Immediately, Peter catches you by the waist, where you would otherwise have fallen face first. His hold on you is strong and steady, nothing like his old, clumsy self. That being said, your hand grips his upper arm and you gulp at the hard muscle beneath his jacket.

Woah, you think to yourself. When has he even had time to work out?

While you aren’t completely surprised since you’ve caught glimpses of his arms and peeks of his stomach as he’s taken his hoodies and jackets off in the last couple weeks, you didn’t think he was this jacked.

“Uh, fast reflexes there, Parker,” you nervously chuckle, still in the same position.

Your words seem to break him out of a trance and he clears his throat, gaze flickering down to your lips for a nanosecond and you almost miss it. You don’t, of course, since your face is mere inches away from his and you’re about to pass out from the smell of his intoxicating shampoo.

“You okay?” he asks with wide eyes, pulling you back up and you use everything within you not to complain about the loss of contact.

“Yeah, I’m f-“ you cut yourself off, properly taking in his face this time. A bruise is forming under eye his, directly on his cheekbone, and you gasp, tentatively reaching a hand out to trace it. Peter furrows his brows in confusion until you speak up, but your voice doesn’t raise above a whisper. “Peter, what happened…?”

“This little thing?” He looks away, pulling his hood up higher over his face, giving you a sheepish smile. Probably as an attempt to calm you down. It doesn’t work. “It’s nothing, really. I just… had a skating accident.”

“You didn’t have it last night!” you insist, struggling to see how and when it could have happened. “You also didn’t have your skateboard last night when you left, and you couldn’t have done it this morning because it’s already starting to bruise.”

Peter stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Since when did you become a detective?”

“That’s not the point! Did someone do this to you or something?” you demand, crossing your arms. “Because if they did, I’m going to seriously kick some ass!”

You can already imagine the steam coming out of your own ears, but when Peter starts to hide a smile behind his hand, you become furious.

“Is something funny about this?” you seethe, narrowing your eyes and taking a step closer in an attempt to intimidate an answer out of him. His smile grows.

“You’re just cute when you’re trying to be scary,” he says, grin on full display now. “Especially when you’re like, this tall.”

He looks at the tiny space between his fingers, showing you too.

“I can’t help it if you’re a tree,” you mumble angrily, practically looking up at him.

“Wasn’t it you who said tall guys are hot?” Peter rubs a hand across his jaw, pretending to be in deep thought. “Are you saying I’m hot?”

“Oh, shut up, you know you’ve got that hot skater boy thing going on. Don’t act like you don’t see those girls at the skate park ogling you! They don’t even skate!” you scoff, probably a little more annoyed than you should be at the idea of girls looking at your best friend. To your surprise, Peter looks like he’s just received brand new information.

“Those girls look at me?” he asks slowly, pointing a finger at himself. Then, as if he’s just taken in your words, he blinks. “You really think I’m hot?”

Spluttering, you refuse to answer the question, imagining the million ways that could go wrong. “Don’t change the subject, Parker! Now tell me h-“

“Shouldn’t you two be in class right now?” You’re interrupted by one of your teachers, looking at you expectantly.

“Y-yeah, sorry ma’am,” Peter quickly apologises, seeing his way out. You almost curse aloud when you remember your second period isn’t with him.

“This isn’t over,” you hiss, not looking back at his reaction before rushing to class. Unfortunately you can’t afford to have a detention on your record this early in the year.

You spend the whole school day without seeing Peter - big shocker - and when you get home you don’t bother inviting him round to study since he’s probably just going to be busy anyway.

Sighing, you throw your bag onto your bed and sink down into your desk chair to look at the news for a few minutes before inevitably getting lost in a Netflix binge marathon. The first thing that pops up is obviously the new vigilante and friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, a clip of last night that was recorded by some passerby on the street.

Captivated by the way he swings around effortlessly, you marvel at him holding his own against eight grown men. That’s not the only thing you marvel at, remembering your conversation with Peter yesterday and laughing to yourself.

The footage is shaky, but shows clear as day every web shot by Spider-Man and the one hit he receives. That’s gotta hurt, you think, just as one of the guys swings a metal bar into the vigilante’s face, right under his eye.

That’s definitely going to bruise, you shudder, before switching it off and pulling up Netflix.

You’ll probably text Peter in an hour or so to check on him and make sure he’s putting ice on his own bruise.

Wait. His bruise… that’s in the same spot as where Spider-Man got hit last night…

No, you scoff. That’s just a coincidence. You’re just being fanciful because there’s no way your best friend is Spider-Man.

He would tell you, right?

Just like he told you where he got that bruise, you realise, swallowing harshly. You cant believe you’re even considering this, but he has been weirdly secretive. And it’s been around the time Spider-Man first started to show up. That explains the muscles and the weirdly fast reflexes and how he isn’t as clumsy as he used to be and how he doesn’t wear his glasses anymore.

“Contact lenses, my ass,” you mutter to yourself.

You look at one of the pictures you have of Peter pinned to the cork board above your desk. You had taken it recently with his camera, insisting that he had too many of you and you wanted some of your own. Studying the way he covers his face and his stance, you’re hit with the startling realisation that he has the same build as Spider-Man. The same height, the same lean body…

Oh, you’re going to kill Peter Parker.

An idea hits you with all the weight of a freight train and you abandon your laptop and Netflix plans to head to the skate park. Once you arrive, you head to the top of the ramp, thankful there’s no one there right now.

Whipping out your phone, you drop a quick text to Peter.

emergency @ skate park. get here quick.

You wait a couple minutes, looking down at the bottom of the ramp to calculate how badly you’d be injured if your suspicions weren’t correct.

Your internal debate over whether or not this whole thing is worth breaking an arm over is interrupted by Peter running up to join you on the ramp with a terrified expression on his face.

He definitely wouldn’t have gotten here in time if he wasn’t Spider-Man.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” he practically yells, grabbing hold of your shoulders to inspect you. You almost break and tell him that you’re fine and you just wanted to test your theory. Until you see the bruise on his face again.

Taking his hands off your shoulders, you take a small step back, wobbling on the ramp. His worried eyes only narrow in confusion slightly, probably still shook up by your text.

“Here goes nothing,” you say, stomach churning as you turn your back to the edge of the ramp and fall.

You catch sight of Peter’s face about to yell out for you, but he doesn’t waste a second before starting towards you.

If your breath wasn’t already caught in your throat from falling, it definitely would have been when the webs shoot from his wrist and latch onto you.

Despite expecting this, you gasp, breathing heavily. Shit, you think. You had not thought about the rest of this plan.

Pulling you up with ease, Peter pulls you by the webs attached to your shirt and into his arms. “What the hell did you do that for? Were you trying to break your neck? What if I couldn’t have caught you? God, I hate you for doing that to me, I literally thought my heart was about to st-“

“You caught me,” you say, voice muffled by the fact Peter is holding you tightly against him. That doesn’t stop you from rambling though. “You actually managed to catch me with- with your webs. Oh my God, I was right.”

Pulling you away, he holds you by the arms in front of him, his mouth set in a grave line. “You knew? That I’m… that I could…”

Shrugging, you laugh nervously. “I mean, I had a suspicion, but I didn’t know that you’re actually- holy shit. My best friend is actually Spider-Man.”

“No, no, no,” Peter puts his face in his hands, very clearly stressed. “This is bad. This is very, very bad.”

“Yes, it is,” you scowl, snapping out of your shock and remembering that he never told you. “You should be very scared for your life right now. Because trust me, Peter Parker, it’s a mystery as to why I haven’t killed you yet for not telling me you’re a freaking superhero!”

You smack his arm which probably does more harm to your hand than to him. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Do you realise,” he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Just how much danger you’ve put yourself in by knowing I’m Spider-Man?”

“Peter, you don’t even realise how stupid you sound right now,” you shake your head, laughing without a trace of humour in your voice. “You are quite literally putting your life at risk every. Single. Day. And I had no idea! I can’t even imagine what I would do if you d-“

“Me?” Peter chuckles, incredulous. He groans, tugging on his hair in frustration before waving his arms around trying to get the words out. “Y/N. I can knock over 12 tonnes with a barely forceful poke of my finger. People are trying to kill me every. Single. Day. And failing. If they find out that the girl I’ve been in love with ever since I can remember even exists and is without superpowers?”

Peter cuts himself off, turning his back to you and standing deathly still.

“What did you say?” Your voice is hoarse when you ask this, not quite believing your ears. “The girl you’ve been in love with?”

“Forget I said that,” he mutters, still not looking at you.

As if.

“What about me, huh?” you demand, stepping around him to make him face you. “The guy I’ve been in love with my whole life is getting beat up every night by thugs with metal pipes and there’s nothing I can do to stop-“

“Stop talking,” Peter’s eyes flash and he webs the front of your shirt again. This time he pulls you impossibly close to him and presses his lips against yours feverishly. You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat before reaching up on your tip toes and relaxing into the kiss, your hand snaking up into his hair. Peter’s lips move perfectly in sync with yours and you don’t know if it’s been seconds, minutes or days when you pull away for breath.

Resting your forehead against his own, you can’t stop the smile spreading on your face, mirroring Peter’s. He’s the first to speak, brushing his nose against yours. “You love me.”

“Yep,” you confirm, hand still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “So just be glad those girls weren’t here staring at you again. Otherwise I would probably have gathered the force to knock over a few high school girls with a very forceful poke of my finger.”

“Noted,” Peter nods in mock seriousness. “You should also be glad those guys that usually skate here to impress you, aren’t here today either. Otherwise I would probably web ‘em in the face.”

“Eh,” you shrug. “You were always a better skater than them anyway. Probably to do with your superhuman abilities and all.”

“Hey, I take offence!”

“Kidding, kidding,” you laugh, grabbing your bag off the floor and holding Peter’s hand, leading him off the ramp. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at you anymore and it kinda, sort of makes your insides melt. “So… can you swing me across the city now?”

“Absolutely not.”

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peachyspaceslvt · 2 years

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Peter Parker

—The Amazing Spider-Man

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Hey there, can you write Andrew! Peter Parker x reader imagine

Where y/n is Peter's best friend and has a crush on him.... She helped him to recover from the loss of Gwen.... Peter gets a crush on her too....

They both get into Tom! Peter Parker universe..... And helps the three spidermen in creating the cures.... During the final batttle....

Instead of MJ, y/n falls and Tom! Peter tries to catch her.... But Goblin gets into the way.... Andrew! Peter Parker saves her and begins to ramble that "I can't lose you too"....

Y/n shuts him up by kissing him and confess their feelings for each other.....

Wins and Losses // Peter Parker

*HEAVY NWH SPOILERS* duh

Summary: Request

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, fighting etc… Angst + Fluff. Fem reader. Any race, no specific identifiers.

A/n: I loved this idea so much and I’m currently obsessed with Andrews Spider-Man again so if anyone has any marvel requests let me know! Also apologise for any spelling or grammar errors as this wasn't proofread, anyways enjoy!

(Y/N) - Your name, (Y/E/C) - Your eye colour, (Y/N/N) -Your nickname

It had been many years since Gwen had died - so many that they'd lost count. But through everything: all the healing, the heartbreak and tears, (Y/N) had been there for Peter and she was there for her. After all they were best friends, even before Peter got bit by that spider and before he became known to the world as Spiderman - or in their world anyway.

Peter and (Y/N)'s friendship was unbreakable, she wasn't just his best friend, she was his guy in the chair, she helped him continue to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman and most importantly she was the love of his life... even if she didn't know it. These feelings, however, were not one sided as (Y/N) too was in love with Peter and had been since they were practically kids.

At the current moment in time, it didn't matter what the two felt for each other, right now the most important thing was keeping each other safe... and figuring out where the hell they were.

The pair were simply walking the streets of New York yesterday as they usually did, when suddenly it was as if they were being dragged across time and space and placed down in a New York that was foreign to them, an entire world they didn't know.

Billboards plastered the streets of a 'vigilante' and 'danger to society' known as Spiderman a.k.a. Peter Parker, except this Peter wasn’t your Peter, only making this place stranger and stranger.

This is how the two ended up in an alleyway with some strange, orange and yellow, sparkling circle appearing, that looked almost like a window opening to another world, but instead of aliens or creatures in the portal, there were two teenagers calling out for “Peter”. As if things could get anymore confusing.

The teens continued to call out for Peter, who was currently standing in his full Spidey attire, you could tell even behind the mask, he was as confused as you were.

“Maybe we should go through?”Peter said almost as a question turning to his best friend, who only looked back at him as if he was mad, with hints of concern lacing her (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Peter, you know you're my best friend right, but this is one of the worst ideas you’ve had, and trust me you’ve had many!” the girl whisper-shouted back, all whilst trying to focus on the portal and continuous shouting. But before the girl had a chance to pull Peter back, he was already running straight through the circle into a stranger's home where the two teens now stood with confusion on their own faces, and someone’s Grandma in the corner of the room.

That’s when (Y/N) heard a scream, she must’ve been crazy, but in that moment she too ran straight through the portal into the stranger’s dining room. With Peter beside her profusely apologising and trying to calm the situation down, the portal behind the two best friends suddenly closed, allowing a slight bit of fear to enter (Y/N) body.

Peter, ripping off his mask, held his hands out to the strangers whilst the girl, who you recognise from some of the billboards asks “Who the hell are you two?” whilst the teens continue to stare in confusion as you and Peter.

“I’m Peter Parker. I’m Spiderman… in my world, and this is my best friend (Y/N). But then yesterday, we were… we were just here,” you’re best friend replied whilst trying not to scare the strangers in front of you. You could’ve swore you heard the girl whisper “That’s not possible at some point,” which only heightened your confusion further, if that was even possible.

Peter then began walking around the room, nerding out about how the two of you ended up in such a strange yet familiar place, whilst you remained firmly in your spot, too shocked to move. “Strain Theory, Multidimensional reality and matter displacement… all real?” Peter asked, although you already assumed he knew the answer judging by the pleased look on his face.

“Yeah,” the teens replied and that’s when it began to finally sink in for you that you and Peter were really in another Universe, one clearly parallel to your own in some ways.

“I knew it,” you and Peter both said at the same time whilst the teens' gaze flickered back and forth between the two of you. As exciting as it was being in another Universe, it was also terrifying; this wasn’t your world and you had no idea how you and Peter were going to get back to your universe, nor did you know anything about this other Peter Parker, other than the fact he was clearly unpopular and the teens stood before you knew him somehow. That’s when you were pulled out of your thoughts by nonsense being said between the teens and Peter about Magic. Apparently things could get weirder around here.

“Magic is real here too!” you shouted whilst finally engaging in the conversation between your best friend and the strangers. Peter then pulled you towards him, with his hands gripping your shoulders and a hint of childish excitement on his face. You still can’t remember exactly what he was saying to you, it was something along the lines of “we were right (Y/N/N),” but you were far too focus on his grip on your arms that you found comfort in but also made you nervous, whilst trying to not to get lost in his beautiful, brown eyes that were staring straight into your own.

Suddenly, in your peripheral you saw the teen girl throw a piece of bread at Peter, who looked back at the teens more confused than annoyed. “Prove it” the girl asked, “Prove you’re Peter Parker”

Peter then stepped back and replied, “Well I don’t carry ID with me, kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

“Well, do you have the tingle thing!”

“I have the tingle thing, just not for bread,” Peter says almost matter of factly , whilst the girl was getting ready to throw another piece of bread. “Please don’t throw the bread,” Peter then decides the best thing to do to prove he was indeed Spiderman was jump up and hang from the ceiling with one arm.

Whilst you were impressed as usuals by Peter’s agility and Spidey powers, the girl clearly wasn’t as impressed as she then asked Peter to start “crawling around”. (Y/N) and the teen boy found this all very amusing, whilst Peter began crawling on the ceiling to clear some cobwebs for the boys’ Lola.

While Peter jumped down from the ceiling, smiling and blushing slightly as his best friend, who was looking back at him with admiration, the teens were busy trying to open another portal in attempts to find the ‘real Peter’ or their Peter who you quickly realised was the one on the billboards outside. That’s when another man stepped through the new portal, slightly older than you and your Peter and in regular clothes. For a moment you felt some familiarity whilst looking at the man, the same feeling you felt when you and Peter were pulled into this other world. A feeling that you knew this man but he was also a stranger to you. That’s when you looked at Peter, who was now staring at the man with the same feeling you were just describing.

“I hope it’s okay, I just came through this… It just closed,” the man said with the new portal now closing behind him.

“You’re Peter,” the girl said with a lack of confidence and confusion, but that's when it clicked, the man before you was also Peter Parker, but one from another world to your own and the one you currently found yourself in. You looked at your Peter once again, who you also realised was now aware who this man before you was, it was him - well another version of him anyway.

The man turned to the girl replying with, “Yeah, Peter Parker.” “I’ve seen you two…” he then says to the two teens, clearly he had also seen the posters around this New York. That’s when suddenly this new Peter Parker and your own looked at one another, almost with comfort, yet still confusion as they both were aware of who the other was. The new Peter then looked very confused, saying, “Wait, he’s not your friend…” clearly at first assuming that your Peter was the one from this world and friend to the two teens, who were now also looking back and forth between the two Peter’s with the same looks of realisation you had on your own face. Before you knew it you were quickly stepping back as webs began flying across the room with both men jumping from the ceiling trying to fire webs at the other, that when the new Peter fired a web at your best friend's arm, who was now stood on the island in the kitchen, with a smile on his face looking back at the other Peter.

The two men quickly calmed down as they realised they were no danger to the other and they were in fact both Spiderman and Peter Parker. As they cleared the webs they fired for the boys Lola, who had now retreated to bed, you couldn’t help look in awe at the scene before you. Yesterday it was just you and your best friend Peter in New York, now suddenly you were in another universe, in another New York where there was now currently three Peter Parkers, Electro and Doctor Conners were still alive and there were men flying around made of sand, with tentacle arms or dressed as a Green Goblin.

As you all still stood in the dining room of a strangers home, you began looking at the two teens with sadness as you heard the girl saying that they were the only people that their Peter had left. You couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for the teens and this world’s Peter, hearing this truth and hearing about the death of May in this world, you then looked at your own Peter, who looked back at you with sadness on his own face. He knew better than anyone what it was like to lose the people you love and feel alone, afterall he lost his uncle Ben… and Gwen. Remembering her brought a tear to your own eye, losing her wasn’t just hard on Peter, but you too. She was your friend also and remembering the heartbreak and loneliness you and your Peter also felt at one point allowed you to understand just how the teens and this world's Peter were feeling right now. That when a mutual understanding was relayed between the two Peters and yourself, you were going to help this world's Peter Parker, just as you had helped your own.

You were currently stood on top of a building next to the older Peter, as your own Peter was holding you waist, making sure you wouldn’t fall a hundred feet to the ground, you blushed with a feeling of butterflies filling your stomach as you couldn’t help but hyperfixate on the tight yet comforting grip on your waist, all whilst being completely unaware that your Peter was also blushing in the darkness, with his own butterflies at the thought of being so close to the girl he was in love with.

The three of you looked onwards in silence at the teens, who you now knew to be Ned and MJ, as they hugged their own Peter, who you all found sobbing on the roof of this building at the loss of his aunt May.

Suddenly the young Peter became aware of the strangers on the roof, glancing back and forth in anger and worry at yourself and the other two Peters. Your Peter began trying to explain that he knew how this young Peter felt, but was cut off, “Don’t act like you know how I feel!” the young boy shouted whilst beginning to break down again, if only he knew what your Peter had been through.

Tears began to fill your eyes again when you suddenly heard your Peter start talking about his own losses - about Gwen.

“I lost Gwen. She was… she was my MJ, and I couldn’t save her.”

Your heart broke at that, you knew how your Peter felt and although it had been years, years of mending and healing, it was still hard for him to talk about Gwen, you knew how much he loved her and whilst it was selfish, you only wished he felt that same way about you after all these years, after everything the two of you had been through. But you knew you could never replace what he lost, you only hoped to help mend that whole in some ways… if only you knew how Peter felt about you.

“I got angry. I got bitter. I just don’t want you… to end up like me,” your Peter continued whilst struggling to hold in the tears. That's when he suddenly turned back towards you, a sad smile on his face and a look of love in his eyes… no it couldn’t be. “But I got lucky. I had (Y/N). She helped me”. Those butterflies flooded your stomach once again. Your Peter turned back to the young Peter, finally saying, “You’ve got MJ and Ned, and now you’ve got us. We're going to help you.”

The three Peter’s were now hard at work in the labs of the young Peter’s school, trying to work on cures for the villains all the Peter’s have encountered. You decided to help your Peter work on the cure for Doctor Conners and the two of you had done it once before, so this time it should be easy.

You couldn’t help but smile whilst looking at Peter sitting next to you in a white lab coat, concentrating on the beakers and chemicals in front of him. You hadn’t realised in your daze that he had seen you, a smile breaking out on his handsome face as he began speaking, “Stop staring (Y/N).” A blush crept on your cheeks as you realised you had been staring at your best friend for far too long.

You both looked forward to the scene before you, with MJ and the young Peter resting on each other's foreheads after clearly sharing a romantic and comforting moment, one you had in some ways shared with your own Peter when the two of you were grieving. You couldn’t help the small smile on your face as you turned to your Peter, with the same look on his face. That's when you became very aware of how close the two of you were, almost close enough to be sharing your own intimate moment. Suddenly your Peter cleared his throat and swivelled his chair around to face the other Peter, asking if he had anyone back home, quickly changing the conversation.

The older Peter mentioned he had his own MJ waiting for him back home, then he suddenly asked your Peter if he had anyone. You suddenly froze, before your Peter replied nonchalantly with a “Nah”. This broke your heart, it was silly of you to hope in that moment he would say he had someone, and that it was you. After all you still were only best friends, nothing more despite the butterflies everytime you looked at him. These thoughts left your head once again as you heard Ned call out for Peter, clearly forgetting there were currently three Peter Parkers in the room who all replied to his calling.

You had all finished working on the cures and the battle between the Peters and their villains was in full swing. With Sandman having already been cured, you were currently stood back in the labs with MJ and Ned whilst Ned was struggling to close the portal to the fight taking place at the Statue of Liberty. Suddenly the three of you noticed the Lizard aka Doctor Conners running towards you, clearly after the magic box MJ was holding. In a moment, the three of you were running around the lab with the Young Peter appearing to hold back the Lizard. The three of you had no choice but to run onto the scaffolding surrounding the statue, trying to escape the Lizard.

Your Peter quickly noticed the scene unfolding and in an instance began making his way towards you. He quickly swung down grabbing onto your waist and swinging away to another part of the scaffolding. He was looking over you with worry washing over him, until he soon realised you were unharmed and went to help the Young Peter bring MJ and Ned to where you stood.

You then stood with the two teens looking down at the scene below, as Ned had opened another Portal, with a man stepping through that they claimed to be a wizard, who began helping the three Peters cure Doctor Conners and hold off Electro.

Worry then began washing over you as you looked down seeing Electro holding your Peter with his electric bolts as you screamed at for Peter, you were being held back by Ned and MJ until Doc Oc appeared, holding onto Electro, or as you and your Peter previously knew him, Max Dillon, as he began curing Max, riding him of his electrical powers.

You continued to look down, with your Peter sharing a moment with Max until out of nowhere, Green Goblin appeared. The young Peter was holding onto the Goblin's glider as they continued flying through the air until this Peter threw one of the Goblin’s green bombs.

Suddenly everything was happening so fast, as the young Peter threw the bomb, it landed in the magic box and blew up, causing a giant explosion on the scaffolding… that’s how you now found yourself falling at a rapid speed from the statue. You had seen Ned and MJ quickly onto another part of the scaffolding, with MJ being taken to safety by the older Peter and Ned being brought to the ground by the Wizards red cape, you however, were far from safe.

You were beginning to accept your fate, that there was no possible way you were surviving this fall. You couldn’t help but think of how poetic yet sad this all was, that you were to die in a similar way to how Gwen died, leaving your Peter without either one of you.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts as you saw the Young Peter diving towards you at great speed. For a moment you had hope that the young boy would catch you, but these hopes were quickly shattered by the Goblin glider coming into view once again and taking the young Peter with him. This was it, now there was no way you were going to survive

Closing your eyes, accepting your fate for the second time, you almost didn’t realise that arms were now wrapped around you, believing that you were just imagining things, but you were quickly pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice profusely asking if you were ok. It was Peter, your Peter.

You opened your eyes to see that you were safely on the ground in the arms of your Peter, who was now crying uncontrollably. You knew the memories this was bringing back for him. You too began crying whilst replying to Peter saying that you were ok.

“Are you ok?” you asked him sadly whilst he nodded back with tears still streaming from his eyes.

“I couldn’t lose you too,” this shattered you, quickly standing to pull Peter in a tight embrace with tears staining your back as your own stained his. You could hear him continuously mutter through his tears about how he had already lost Gwen and that it was his fault and that he loved you. Wait… that can’t have been right. You could’ve swore you heard him say he loved you. “I love you (Y/N).” he repeated, this time you knew what he had said. Before you could overthink the situation for another second you pulled back from the embrace and instead pulled Peter into a breathtaking and Earth-shattering kiss, one that said just as clearly how you felt about Peter, and one you’d been waiting to have for so many years.

Peter's arms soon snuck back around your waist whilst your hands made their way to the back of his neck and into his hair, earning a slight moan from him through the kiss.

After what felt like years you pulled back, tears still in your eyes as you stared straight into Peter’s. “I love you too.” and there it was, four words Peter had been waiting years to hear, that you felt the exact same for him and that finally he was not truly alone anymore.

In that moment you both knew how the other truly felt for the first time ever and the two of you finally felt whole again.

The fight was soon won, with your Peter healing Osborne and then helping the older Peter off the ground who had been stabbed.

You stood to the side as the three Peter’s said their goodbyes and shared a moment you knew you’d only see once in your lifetime. Three Peter Parkers stood together in unity, three Spidermans who had saved the world together.

You stood now holding onto your Peter who was still supporting the older Peter as the three of you waved off the young Peter. This is when you realised you were all moments away from going home, and whilst things would never be the same again, now you and Peter had confessed your feelings for one another and knew that the multiverse was very much real, you knew you wouldn't have changed anything and instead you stood smiling up at Peter, your Peter, who smiled back down at you, ready to start the rest of your lives together once you get back home.

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y-creblogs · 2 years

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Can someone recommend me some marvel fics about these

tasm! Peter Parker

Shang Qi

Eddie Brock

Dane Whitman

Matt Murdock

idc about the genre, just drop the ones you think should deserve more recognition! And if you write don't be shy, just drop the link 😌

I'll give you a cookie if you don't ignore this post :'c

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pparkerxbbarnes · 2 years

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TASM Oneshot!

Written in Y/N pov

Summary: This is set at a college frat party that your roommate drug you to, you find Peter and really hit it off with him.

Pairing: Peter Parker X F reader

Warnings: SMUT18+, car sex, handjob, some swearing/strong language, mostly fluff, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of puke.

Wattpad - marveloneshots

Tiktok - SebastianStansBitchhh

(Links posted below)

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"Come on, Y/N. We're going to be late!" My roommate yells, "Sorry, sorry." I say rushing out of the bathroom, "I couldn't find my earrings." She laughs, "Hopefully by the end of the night, you won't be worrying about your earrings." I roll my eyes, "I don't want to get drunk, Erin. I'm just going to make sure you're okay."

She sighs and looks at me, "You need this, Y/N. You need this night out. Okay. Have at least a few drinks with me?" I run a hand through my hair and nod, "A few. No more. You know how I get with alcohol."

She raises her eye brows and laughs, "Oh yeah, I've cleaned your puke off my shoes a couple of times already." I mock her laugh and grab my jacket, "At least I don't run away and slam shots as soon as we arrive, now let's go before I change my mind and stay in."

She mocks me and rolls her eyes, "I promise that won't happen this time!"

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We walk up the steps to the frat house and wait in line to get in, "This is crazy, I want to go back." I whisper to Erin. She isn't even paying attention to me. She's too busy staring at all the college boys who won't give a shit about her in the morning.

"Come on, man. I know the leader of this frat." One guy starts yelling, "Get him out here, he'll tell you who I am." The person at the door shakes his head and pushes him aside. He waves us to come through and Erin grabs my arm, "Let's go." I sigh and follow her in. "Thank you." She says sweetly to the guy at the door.

The music is so loud I can feel the bass in my chest, "Oh my god." I mumble staring at the guys doing keg stands. I look over to the other side and there's people snorting coke,

"Animals." I look around and go to look back at Erin, but she's gone.

"Great." I pull out my phone to text her but some guy carrying another guy knocks into me, causing me to drop my phone. "Fuck." I go to bend down to get it but keep getting pushed around.

"Let me help you." I barely hear over the music. I stand up and look up to see a tall, brown haired boy. "Are you okay?" He tilts his head to look at me, "Hey, are you okay?"

I shake my head and blink a few times after realizing I was just staring at this random person, "Uh. Hi.. yeah. Yeah I'm okay, thank you." He nods and hands me my phone, "Thank you."

He smiles and nods, "You don't come to these much, do you?" I smile shyly and shake my head, "No. my roommate drug me here. I only came so I know she's okay."

He leans in, "Yeah I didn't catch anything you said." He yells, "Come with me." He places a hand on my back and leads me through the crowd of already overly intoxicated people. We go out back to the patio where it's a lot less crazy, "Would you like a drink?" He asks pointing to the kegs. I think for a second, "Yeah. Why not." He walks over and grabs us drinks and comes back, "Thank you." I say taking a sip.

"Peter." He says holding his hand out, "Parker. I'm Peter Parker."

I smile and shake his hand, "Y/N Y/L/N."

He smiles, "Nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N."

I smile, "Nice to meet you, "Peter Parker."

He smiles and points to the chairs, "Would you like to sit?" I nod and walk over. He sits a few inches from me and looks over at me, "So, tell me again. What brought you here?" I take another sip of my drink, "My roommate. She drug me here, but I came to make sure she stays okay." He smiles slightly, "You guys must be close." I nod, "We became roommates freshman year and for the last two and a half years, we just became really close."

He nods, "That's really cool." I shrug, "she's like the sister I never had. Do you, uh. Do you go to school here?" He shakes his head, "I don't. My best friend, who is like a brother to me, also makes me come to these things every now and then."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, really?" He sighs, "Yeah, I kinda come for the same reason you do with your friend." I smile, "That's nice, though. A brother looking out for his brother."

He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm going to be honest, I'm usually really, really awkward when it comes to talking to girls."

I smile and tilt my head, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're doing a very good job."

He blushes and bats the air, "Oh, stop it." I laugh and take another sip of my beer. "So Peter, are you from around here?" He shakes his head, "No actually, I'm from Queens."

My mouth drops, "No shit. I'm from Elmont, just a city over!" He turns towards me quickly, "Say it ain't so." I smile and nod, "Yes, Yes. I moved there with my mom when I was four, stayed there ever since." He shakes his head, "We'll I know for a fact that If I were to ever see you around, I would have definitely made a fool out of myself." I smirk, "Yeah, okay." He laughs, "It's true, Y/N." I look up at him and sigh, "you know, I came here expecting something so much different."

He leans back and props one of his legs on the other, "Oh really?" I nod, "Yeah, the last frat party Erin, my friend, took me to, I was pushing drunks away left and right." I laugh slightly, "You know they have no idea what personal space means." Peter laughs, "I've noticed that."

My phone starts ringing.

I grab it and see Erin's face on the screen.

I look at Peter, "It's Erin, I'm going to take this really quick." He nods and motions for me to answer. "Hey. What's up?" I say. "Where are you? I've been looking all over for you, Y/N." Erin yells. I'm barely able to hear her, "I'm out back, Erin. I'm out.." I sigh and repeat myself a little louder, "Out. Back."

The call ends and I shake my head and sigh, "Sorry about her. She ran off as soon as we got here." He nods, "No it's okay." I shift towards him and before I can say anything else, Erin bursts through the door with two other girls, "Oh my gosh. There you are!" She yells, clearly feeling the alcohol already, "Y/N!"

I sigh and look at Peter, "I'm so sorry." I mouth. He shrugs and smiles, "All good." He mouths back. "Erin, hey. Are you okay?" I say standing up to meet her. She stumbles to me and falls into me, "Whoa. How much have you had to drink already?" She laughs loudly, "I don't know, like 3."

The girls around her laugh, "More like 15." The one girl says, "15 shots of tequila."

My eyes widen and I sigh, "Erin. You know what tequila does to you. Come on, you need to sit down." She pushes me away and stands up, "No. I'm fi-" she looks at Peter, "Who are you?" She drunkenly bites her lip and stumbles over to him. He stands up and holds his hand out, "I'm Peter. Nice to me-" before he can finish introducing himself, she leans over and throws up. I rush over to her and hold her hair back.

I look up at Peter, "I'm so sorry." He sits back down and smiles at me, "It's fine." I put her hair into a ponytail and rub her shoulders. "Why don't I get you home?" I ask her, "You are far too drunk to be here any longer." She whines, "But we just got here." I roll my eyes, "Yeah you should of thought about that 15 shots ago." I stand up and try to pull her up.

"Do you need a ride back?" Peter offers, "I don't mind at all." I sigh, "If you don't mind." I say placing a hand on his hand, "thank you." He smiles and nods, "Yeah, let me help you get her up."

Peter helps me get Erin up and she starts to cry, "No. i don't want to leave." I huff, "No. let's go." She whines the whole way to the car. "Please don't throw up in my car, that's all I ask." Peter says with a slight laugh. Erin groans as she lays in the backseat. I get up front and look over at him, "Thank you." He nods and smiles, "Anytime." He starts the car and points left to right, "Now where am I taking you guys?" I point left and give him the directions to our dormitory.

"Thank you, again." I say kissing him on the cheek. He smiles and nods, "Y-yeah, no problem, Y/N." I look back at Erin and back at Peter, "Don't go anywhere. Wait here."

He nods and smiles. "Come on, Erin. Let's go." She groans and whines as she climbs out of the back seat. "Don't throw up on me." I say throwing her arm over my shoulder. She nods and sluggishly walks with me.

I get her up to our room and I help her change. I lay her down and cover her up. I go to my makeup stand and look in the mirror, "Oh good lord, Y/N." I fluff my hair and sigh, "You look fine." I spray some perfume on me and turn around, "Are you going to be okay?" I ask Erin, "Hey." I walk over and find her sound asleep. I fix her blanket and go back down to Peter.

"Hey, again." He says as I get in the car, "Is she okay?" I smile and nod, "Yeah she's passed out safe and sound." He nods and looks over at me, "So what do you wanna do?" I shrug, "I'm kinda hungry. Want to go get food?" He nods and starts driving.

I don't know what it is but I feel a strong connection here.

A very strong connection.

We go through the drive through and go park in the empty parking lot across the street. "So.." I say taking a bite of my fries, "Do you live with anyone back home?" He shakes his head, "Just my Aunt May."

I nod, "I see, I see." He smiles, "I'm sorry if I'm being awkward, I just don't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off." I smile, "Like I said before, Peter. You're doing pretty good." He smiles and laughs, "Alright alright." I look over at him, admiring how cute he is, "Do you, uh. Do you have any hobbies?" He shrugs, "it's nothing special, but I like to take pictures of everything.."

I shake my head, "Nothing special? Peter, photography is so important, without it we wouldn't have pictures of the most beautiful things in life." He smiles and grabs his phone, "Here's just a couple I sent to myself.. nothing truly amazing." He swipes over a few photos and my mouth drops, "Peter. Don't ever tell me you aren't amazing at this." He shakes his head and laughs slightly and looks over at me, he tilts his head and sighs quietly. "What?" I say handing his phone back.

He shakes his head, "You're amazing." I blush and look away, "no.." he reaches over and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, "You really are."

I set my stuff in the bag and place it on the floor, returning my hand to his, "You know, Peter,” I shift towards him, “I never really met anyone like you before.."

He squeezes my hand, "I can honestly say the same thing about you, Y/N." I smile and look at him. He leans in and places a hand on my cheek, "You're really beautiful." He whispers, "Is it okay if I kiss you?" My heart starts beating like a drum in my chest, I nod and smile, "Yes."

He smiles and leans in, placing his lips on mine.

I cup his face and kiss him back.

We quickly move into making out and it gets hotter and hotter.

He leans back a bit, "Are you okay with this?" He brushes hair out of my face and looks into my eyes, "Because if you're not w-" I cut him off by kissing him again, "Yes. I'm okay with this."

He nods and kisses me again. His hands move into my hair. His kisses trailing under my jaw and down my neck.

My breathing gets heavier and heavier and I look at him, "Are you okay with this?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah, Y/N. Just as long as I see you again tomorrow."

I smile and nod, "Of course."

He nods towards the backseat and I nod, climbing back after him. He pulls me close to him with one arm and cups my face with the other, deepening the kiss. He slowly lifts me up and lays me down. He kisses down my neck and onto my chest, pushing up my dress.

I take a deep breath as he gently kisses my thigh, grabbing and squeezing as he does.

He looks up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod and smile, "Yes, Peter."

He nods and goes back to kissing my thigh, pulling down my panties. He leans up and takes them and his shirt fully off. I get up and sit on my knees, pulling him into a kiss. His hands go to my waist and I slide my hands down to his pants.

"Peter.." I whisper looking into his eyes,

"Take me please."

He nods and slightly smiles before kissing me again. I undo his pants and he helps push them down. He sits down and I climb onto of him.

I spit into my hand and reach down, grabbing ahold of his cock.

As I stroke him slowly, he grips my waist and his mouth drops open slightly,

"You like that?" I whisper quietly.

He nods and kisses me.

I slowly sit down on him and my head falls forward, resting my forehead on his. "Are you okay?" He whispers placing a hand on my head. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean back to look at him, "Yes." I whisper, "More then okay." He smiles and wraps an arm around my back.

I slowly start to move my hips and grip his shoulders tightly. He cups my face with his hand and tilts my head up, looking into my eyes.

"You feel so good, Y/N." He groans tightening his arm on my waist.

I lean down and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I grab his hair and pull slightly, "Mm." I moan lowly. He lays me down on my back and gets on top of me.

He slowly inserts himself into me again and starts thrusting. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist.

The eye contact we make drives me insane,

"Y/N.." Peter moans quietly over and over again into my neck. I kiss him and run my hands through his hair. "I'm close, Peter."

He nods and slides a hand up my side, "Does that feel okay?"

I nod and gasp, "Yes, Peter.. yes.."

He kisses my neck and reaches up to interlock his fingers with mine.

He starts to slightly pick up his thrusting pace. "Mm," he groans. I squeeze his hand and use my other hand to claw at his shoulder.

I arch my back and moan as I clench, cum all over him. He lets go of my hand and grips my hips, finishing for himself, too.

Breathing heavy, I look up at him as he hovers over me, "You are most definitely amazing, Y/N."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. He gets off of me and we get cleaned up, "I really would like to see you tomorrow.." he says putting his shirt on.

I smile, "What we're you thinking?"

He shrugs, "I know of this great restaurant downtown.. if you're up for it." I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder, "I like lunch." I turn my head to look at him, "And I really like you so it's a date."

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "Deal."

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