#peter parker is so a nerd

[starlordcumidk]

waiting room

Peter Parker x reader

(established relationship, angst)

summary: peter gets injured on patrol and has to be rushed to the emergency room leaving you and Aunt May to sit in the waiting room.

cw: talks about blood, not proofread, talks of major injury, set in a hospital, talks of death

wc: 1079

It had been six hours. 

Peter had been in the operating room for three of those. You swore you heard him flatline once from the waiting room. 

A few nurses came by to check on you and May, but neither of you had been able to find the words. Your world was laying open on a table, bleeding out for hours, so much pain… so much left unsaid. It was hard to think straight as you stared at the colorful checkered floor, the putrid salmon color and the little streaks of black, red and white making your spinning head get even dizzier. 

All you wanted was to hold his hand, feel his touch one more time, tell him the one thing you hadn’t been able to say. 

You let him down by never saying it. He was going to die and you weren’t going to have ever said those three words he so patiently waited for. 

It was Christmas when he said it first, gently playing with your hair on the couch while you forced him to watch some stupid rom-com you found with Lindsay Lohan falling for an inn-keeper. And he was staring at you instead of the tv. 

“This is so unrealistic… she would’ve died from a fall that-” 

“I love you.” His voice was soft, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“You- what?” You stumbled, pulling away and looking at him, knowing your cheeks were flushed as you took in his soft expression, his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, a small blush on his cheeks. Lovesick. He looked lovesick. 

“I love you. A lot. Like… I could die right now and be a happy man because I love you.” He emphasized the words so gently, letting you settle in them, letting them wrap around you to keep you safe when you were sad. But you didn’t say it back, you just kissed him and didn’t stop until he pulled away. “You don’t have to say it right now, obviously, but don’t make me wait too long.” 

He was teasing you, like Peter always did.

And now, it was nearly four months after he said it and you still hadn’t been able to muster the courage and he very well could die on the operating table. Or in a hospital room from a blood infection. Or from a stitch coming loose. 

He could die not knowing that you loved him more than anything you had loved before. 

You let him down, you made him wait so long and for what? Why did you have to be so afraid? 

You were sitting next to his Aunt, the cuffs of her sleeves and the soles of her shoes bloodied from finding him and immediately trying to resuscitate. She was shaking and hadn’t spoken to you since she called you to tell you what had happened.

How she found him half a mile from their home, lying in a pool of his own blood, a gash going from his neck to his hip, crossing over his body like a seatbelt. May told you not to try and see him before they rushed him in on the gurney, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

The red of his suit was blended so perfectly with the blood on his mouth. 

And when you saw him all you could think about was how badly he hated having blood on his lips, how he would gag when he bit his tongue too hard or when his busted lip would open back up and some blood would drip to his shirt. You wanted to wipe his bloodied lips, clean it off of him so he couldn’t taste the metallic flavor he despised so deeply, but May took your hand and forced you to stay by her side outside the ambulance, watching his lifeless body get wheeled from the ER loop. 

You couldn’t stop crying, she couldn’t either. And you wanted to hug her, beg her to talk to you a bit more, but you couldn’t. Peter wasn’t just your world, he was hers too. 

That was her son. 

Her boy. 

The baby she took in and cared for, the toddler she stopped from falling down the stairs, the awkward kid that she fixed his glasses with tape, the angsty teen she had to console when their favorite man died, the man who was laying cold under a surgeon's knife. 

Her last family member.

To seek her comfort would be selfish, and so you sat silently, counting lines and scratches in the tiled floor, picking the lint from your sweatpants as you were trying to calm your nerves. 

Against your better judgement, you reached over, grabbing May’s hand and looked at her, finally noticing her puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. When you went to speak she just moved and tugged you to her, gripping you so tight you weren’t able to breath properly, but it was the hug you needed. And you reciprocated, holding onto her tightly as you cried into her shoulder, unable to stop yourself. 

After what felt like six more hours, the doors opened and you watched as a surgeon walked out, looking around and you felt a spark, standing up, staring at him as he scanned the room.

“Mrs. Parker?” He announced to the entire waiting room and May immediately stood, grabbing your hand and nodding.

“That’s me… how's our boy?” Her grip tightened slightly against your hand, steadying herself along with your shaky legs. 

“Good news, he will be okay. The bleeding was miraculously slow and he-” 

You zoned out, staring at the door he emerged from and you felt your heart start to race. Peter was okay, he was alive somehow. Something inside you was pulling you towards the hallway you knew he was in, the rest of the hospital fading away as you let yourself envision him, alive and bandaged, exhausted but… still here. 

“Can we visit him?” You ask, coming back to for a moment, cutting off the surgeon's current sentence. 

“Peter is currently being transferred to our inpatient unit, just one floor up, once he is settled he’ll be allowed visitors.” The surgeon was calm, a smile on his lips as he looked at you and May. 

You squeezed May’s hand so tight and watched as a few nurses left the hallway, exhausted and chatting about their plans. 

Peter was okay. You’d see him soon.

[erinwantstowrite]

take a silly out of context doodle for the Catwoman au ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠��⁠^⁠ฅ

(can you tell i started outlining it)

[ant-niyah]

More art for my beloved favorite fic and author!!

@luciaintheskyainthi and her fic, “Existential Crisis Mode”!!!!

This one isnt so good but I was trying a new style and didn’t have the time to redo it in a different style 😞😞

AND A MEME!!! Featuring a random Crime Alley Kid™️!!!

I lowkey just found it funny that RH would call Spidey that on patrol one day when Spidey is helping a C-A Kid™️!!

She has already put these ones in her most recent chapter bc I posted them in a community! But I had realized that I never posted it outside the community for SpideyHood 😓😓

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ EXISTENTIAL CRISIS MODE!!!

[akaamarin]

My take on nerjo😗

[cowboy-caboodles]

science dads because we deserved a scene where peter interacts with bruce and tony!! and they do cool experiments in the lab!! and they talk in scientific jargon!! we were ROBBED!!

(captions for if you can’t read my handwriting: TOP LEFT CORNER: “omg i can’t believe you’re actually the hulk, how does it work, does it hurt, do your bones break or do they grow i have to know” TOP RIGHT CORNER: “thx for letting me use ur lab!!” BOTTOM LEFT CORNER: Tony says “should i get him up??” Bruce replies “no honey just let him sleep” Tony then says “he’s drooling on my sterile lab equipment”)

[thefallenangel2008]

–Minors

–Trans coded (goes both ways)

–Neurodivergent vibes

–Love math

–Nerds

–PTSD

–Apprentices to their idol

-Fought fights they, as children, shouldn't have fought

[glazedrogers]

peter parker playing with hot wheels on my thighs could fix me

[cr1msondll]

This is what I mean when I say I like nerds🫢

[hurtspideyparker]

I went to dm someone and noticed it sums up their blog and was like 'omg I wonder how I'M perceived?' and I checked:

YES THAT IS MY CORE PERSONALITY ACTUALLY. YES THAT IS 80% OF MY BRAIN! so glad for this information

[linnielemon]

he’s driving me crazy. nerdy all by yourself handsome?

[starlordcumidk]

surprise visitor

TASM!Peter Parker x friend!reader

(reader has a crush on peter, peter doesn’t know)

summary: on a nightly walk you get surprised by the friendly neighborhood spider-man who offers to walk home with you. but you recognize his voice.

cw: not proofread, reference to song (Tek It Cafune), reader is friendly with a handful of spider-man characters, mischaracterization, swearing

wc: 1.5k

It was cool out, a perfect opportunity to get some fresh air and you took it. Headphones on your head, running shoes laced, comfy sweater and gym shorts on lock. You checked to make sure you had your keys and walked out the door, music playing as you snuck off into the night.

It was weird, walking around Manhattan with minimal foot traffic, but it was in between the hours of ‘going out’ and ‘stumbling home’ on a Friday night, so it was just you and some passerby’s. Quiet, easy, safe. Perfect. Just what you needed to get your mind off of finals for a brief period.

After twenty minutes, one of your all time favorite songs is playing and you can’t help but step in time to the music, quickening your pace as you smile a little, mouthing the words. Then another comes on and you can’t help but to skip a bit, losing yourself to the sound, feeling for a moment that you were completely free, even if there were teenagers on the opposite side of the street judging you heavily for your whimsy.

Well, that is until you see a bit of webbing hit the fire escape a few feet ahead of you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you look around for trouble. When there’s no smugglers, trenchcoat creeps or monsters in your line of sight you furrow your brows and turn around to keep going, but are stopped by an upside down Spider-Man.

You jump, heart pounding as watch as his jaw moves under his mask before you yank your headphones off and catch the end of his sentence.

“-ing tonight?” His voice is deeper than you anticipated.

“You scared the shit out of me, dude.” You say a bit breathlessly, moving your hand to your chest. “Repeat yourself, couldn’t hear you.”

“Ah- uhm… sorry- sorry.” He laughs softly and lowers himself to his feet, turning midair like it was nothing. “Are you having fun dance-walking tonight?”

“Uh- yea.” You say softly, suddenly a little embarrassed. Teenagers can go to fuck themselves but Spider-Man? Him stumbling upon your whismy walk makes you feel a bit too seen. ”Shouldn’t you be like… punching Green Goblin or something?”

The hero shakes his head slightly and shrugs, looking up and down the street. “Have you seen him anywhere? I’m really tired of that guy ghosting me.”

You let out a soft laugh and roll your eyes, nervously crossing your arms over your chest as you look at the masked man. “What about minor criminals? Any of those?”

He looks up and down the road again, somehow showing a lot of emotion even beneath the big white eyes.

“Note taken….” You say before looking up and down the road, only a few people off in the distance walking the opposite direction. The silence fell over the two of you other than the soft hum of ‘Tek it’ by Cafuné and the sounds of New York.

You were just standing there, eyes locked on Spider-Man, quite literally saying nothing for a long, long time. After you had enough of the silence you just nodded and went to put the headphones on.

But he jumped and held a hand out, stepping closer. “Wait! Wait-“ he paused, causing you to put the headphone back to their spot on your neck. “Let me walk with you?” A part of his voice was… familiar now. As if he was deepening it and speaking slower than normal before. It reminded you of someone but you weren’t sure who.

“Why?” Your voice is laced with the curiosity rattling in your brain, your brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched.

“What if a creep tries to rob you, can’t have that.” His voice is back to the slow, deep version, and now you can’t unhear the undertone of… someone you know.

“I thought you just implied that the streets were safe right now?” You add, turning slightly and starting to walk back in the direction of your apartment.

“Well, maybe I’m just bored and saw a very… fantastical dance-walk while sitting on a gargoyle.”

“I prefer the term whimsy walk, but I’ll take fantastical.”

“Whimsy walk?” He says with a laugh, the hint of his real voice slipping again and your mind starts to try and place it all on its own.

The height could be anyone, the build? That really rules out everyone you know. Most of your guy friends — Ned, Peter, Harry —- didn’t have this lean of a build. At least you don’t think Peter does, you’ve never seen him outside of his baggy sweaters or hoodie-flannel combo. Even when it was hot out, he keeps himself cozy, saying he has low iron.

“Do I know you?” You ask as you keep walking, turning your headphones off as you look him over, your mind still searching for the connection it desperately wanted to make.

“What?” He stutters out, deepening his voice a bit, knocking down to an unrealistic key. “I’d remember someone as whimsical and pretty as you.”

“Oh ew, don’t flirt. And don’t lower your voice like that, it’ll mess with your vocal folds.” You say, your nose scrunching again.

“You mean cords?”

“Nuh-uh, folds.”

He just laughs a little more, shaking his head as he continues to walk in step with you, looking at you for a moment before he softly speaks up. “I think maybe we have bio-lab on Tuesdays together.”

You immediately start to scan all 40 other students in your lab and try to find the ones that match his height and build. Only three are there, so you narrow your eyes at him. “So you’re either the frat bro with the curly hair, petri dish licker or…. Guy with the gauges.”

Except, he doesn’t sound or act like any of them. You can’t imagine petri-dish guy would be smart enough to fight the evil doers of New York, but then again, double lives are separate for a reason, maybe petri-dish was secretly charming and witty.

“Petri-dish licker?” He sounds horrified. You made Spider-Man physically tense up as he walked next to you. “God, I can’t believe you’d think I was Reid.”

“Hmm, but you know his name, so you know him. And your ears don’t look like they have gauges, so you’re curly.” You claim it proudly, even if you were extremely wrong.

“Nope. Not curly, good guess though.” He laughs and there’s that brightness, the one your brain can’t place without seeing his face and it’s bugging you so badly.

“What? But only curly, petri and gauges are tall enough for me to look up at and this… built.” You huff and close your eyes, walking blindly for a moment as you try to place him. “Are you petri? I mean- Reid?”

“No, stop suggesting I like to lick petri dishes.”

“Well, I can’t figure out who you are and I can quite literally see an indent of your ears, and you don’t have any piercings. So… if you’re none of them, I’m lost. You’re lying.” You keep your eyes closed, walking ahead and trusting yourself to find him in your mind somewhere.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you walk blindly, you know?” His voice lifts a bit and there’s a hand hovering over your lower back, ready to catch you if you trip or fall. “Open your eyes.” He says your name and it makes your skin crawl, you know him. You know you know him, more than you know any rando from bio-lab.

He’s a friend, or a friend of a friend. Maybe he is MJ’s new boyfriend. The one you met at her birthday party last weekend and comes around your group study sessions every time it’s supposed to be no distractions.

“Cam?” You ask softly, stumbling a little over a grate and feeling his hand grip the back of your sweater, keeping you upright.

“No.” He sounds clipped, like he was a bit offended by the suggestion.

“I swear, I know you… your voice.”

Spider-Man just shakes his head and peels up his mask just to the ball of his nose, taking in a deep breath, holding in a laugh. And the sound of his breath makes you look at him again, peeking with one eye, and you know that mouth, that small beauty mark on his chin. You look at them every day.

It all starts to click in your mind, the late night texts, the last minute canceling, the shit excuses. Your friend group chalked it up to him being busy with his part time job at the Bugle and his twenty credit hours and tutoring. But maybe he wasn’t actually working or tutoring. Maybe he was a fucking skyscraper crawling, bad guy pinching little shit.

“Peter?” You stop in your tracks and watch as Spider-Man trips slightly over the side walk, looking back at you as he starts to pull the mask back over his lips. Everything in you was on fire. This may be the angriest you’ve ever been, for some reason you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and grabbing at his mask. “What the fuck-“

Peter quickly grabs your hand, pulling it away from his mask and stumbled backwards, looking around and huffing. “Jesus, stop- don’t- I’m not….” His voice is low and he keeps your hand in his. “I don’t know any Peter’s.”

“Yea. Because you’re Pet-“ Before you could finish the words he’s gone, his hand dropping yours and swinging off somewhere in the distance. No goodbye, no explanation. Just… gone.

[erinwantstowrite]

The way that my brain broke at your last post - oh my goodness Peter didn’t really go to school and is missing so much information and doesn’t know JFK. He only knows the Founding Fathers from Hamilton the Musical. Well, the obvious solution is the musical-ify all of US History.

he's been taking remedial classes but if he's not interested in smth it's impossible for him to retain the information. he's like "yeah i know the laws of thermodynamics. i am confused about the branches of the government." he's knows about the boston tea party and he hates christopher columbus but he does not understand what the stock market is. it is entirely a gamble on what peter will know. well not really a gamble because it's mostly 7th-9th grade history that he's confused about

[valcove]

Okay, so I'm sure people are plenty familiar with Peter Parker and DC crossover fics, right?

However, I'd like to suggest: imagine if the DC universe is a canon comic book series and whatnot in the MCU, and vis versa?

Peter ends up in Gotham and is immediately (almost concerningly so) familiar with the rogue gallery, the vigilantes, and where relatively safe locations are. The Bats suddenly see who looks to be Peter Parker, and after they hear him talking about missing his dad, Tony, they're certain he's either way too far into a bit, or the MCU is real somewhere.

Bonus: Peter and one of the Bats meet each other in costume or something, and they both point at the other exclaiming "you're my favorite character!" or something, before they both go silent, realizing what they just said-

[meiczyslaw-mccall]

Me trying to lie about not having a hyper specific type in men to my bf who actually is my specific type in men:

(I'm not convincing anyone)

[thefairmaidenoffandom]

what they could have had as the original science couple T-T

[ducktollers]

binging the 90s spiderman cartoon is a lil grating cuz every episode is like. the cops arrive at a crime scene and My god! spiderman is at the scene of the crime! why would spiderman be there! unless……..HE DID THE CRIME! put out an apb for the nefarious spiderman IMMEDIATELY! and then 10 minutes later theyre like Turns out……..spiderman is innocent! the wall crawler is a hero after all! and then the same thing happens in the next episode. like are u guys stupid u cant keep doing this. this show was really not meant to be binged