#peter parker is so a nerd

[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]

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!!!

[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”)

[akaamarin]

My take on nerjo😗

[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

[cr1msondll]

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

[jordiestardust]

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

[inkdrinkerworld]

Something about nerdy guys make my heart beat like crazy

[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

[starlordcumidk]

party 4 u

frat!Peter Parker x f!reader CW: drinking, probs misuse of 'jungle juice', angst?, not proofread, based off of party 4 you by charli xcx, mischaracterization, use of feminine pronouns for reader. summary: after you and peter break up, he throws a party just to see you one more time, even from afar. wc: 1.6k

The frat house was loud with one of your favorite songs, the beat thrumming through Peter’s legs as he watched the door from the top of the stairs. He threw this thing for you, made an effort to get another brother to invite you, asking your friends to help him. Everything he could to try and see you in his space again. 

It had been two months since he last talked to you and when you started ignoring his texts. He knew he had messed up with you, but he never thought he would haved pushed so hard that this was the result.

Peter didn’t need to touch you or even talk to you. All he needed was to see you, hear your laugh, watch you dance. But the party had been going for over two hours and there was no sign that you were coming. People even started to stare at him. Isack, the brother who invited you, came up to him, putting his arm around Peter's shoulders before speaking.

“You’ve been staring at the door like a sad puppy all night, Parker.”

“I’m waiting…” Peter says softly, “you invited her right?”

“Yes, I did. Let’s get a drink.” 

Peter stared at the door for a moment before sighing and nodding, shrugging his shoulders away from Isack. With his last ounce of will he left his spot and started towards the kitchen to get a cup of jungle juice, only looking back to the front door three or four times in the thirty second walk on the sticky floors. 

He knew logically you wouldn’t magically appear from him hoping and praying. But it didn’t hurt to be optimistic did it? It’s what he kept telling himself as he grabbed a red solo cup, filling it with the pink liquid. He stared at the cup for a few seconds before downing it, feeling the burn in his chest before he filled it again.

One, two.. Five drinks later and he was sitting outside, his phone in his hand as he stared at his favorite picture of you. You were in his ESU sweatshirt, sitting in his desk chair, typing out an essay you forgot was due that night. 

It took all he had to not text you that he loves and misses you, knowing better than to cross that line. You made it clear you needed time to think after what he did. 

Peter was in the wrong, he knew that, he knew that he shouldn’t have kept secrets, pushing the one boundary you asked him not to cross. But he did it anyway, so now he was paying for his own stupidity. He wouldn’t let himself push you again.

Even if this party was kind of a push… He just wanted to see you in person again, at least once before he moved on. It was getting to the point where he couldn’t sleep without checking your social media, scrolling through to see what you were up to. He felt like he was living in his own personal hell. 

He groaned and set his phone down, resting his head on his knees as he heard house music bumping just inside the brick house behind him. There was no escape from the deep, hollow, burrowed feeling in his chest. Something in him was ready to break as he looked towards the backyard and saw a familiar pair of legs. His eyes followed up until he saw your face and his breath was sucked from his lungs. 

“Peter?” You said softly before kneeling in front of him, his eyes stuck to yours as he huffed out your name. 

“I thought you weren’t coming?” He asked as he moved ever closer to you, his breath reeking of raspberry lemonade and rum. 

“Isack sent me a picture of you outside and told me you needed help?” 

He just whispered your name and reached out, touching your face, the smooth skin, the crease just under your eye. Something about you actually coming to help him made his heart break a bit more, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something but it wouldn’t come out. 

You felt the crack in your own heart deepend as you looked at a disheveled Peter, his hair was grown out, strands sticking up and a few pieces curled with sweat, his part in the wrong spot, signaling he had been playing with it like he always did when he was stressed. You knew you weren’t leaving him alone tonight, even if it was bad for both of you to stay.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You sigh, grabbing the hand on your cheek and standing, pulling him up with a grunt. “Jesus, I almost forgot you’re two hundred pounds of muscle…” 

“You’re here to help me to bed?” Peter says as he leans a bit, his head hanging close to yours. “Why?”

“Like I said, Isack told me to come.” 

“You sound like you’re not telling me the whole truth…” His voice is soft, and he’s right. You didn’t want to tell him Isack called you about how Peter threw a whole party to get your attention before sending the picture. 

But you just shrug and lead him back into the frat house, Peter was clinging to you like he would lose you while you weaved through the drunken bodies and humid air. A part of you did miss this life, but it was miniscule, cause you hated partying, you only started to come because you were with Peter.

After carefully leading him up the stairs and down the hall, he unlocked his bedroom door and stumbled into it, making his way to the bed but pausing as he looked back at you. His room was the messiest you’ve ever seen it, his usually neat navy sheets were wrinkled, clothes littered the floor and his desk chair, empty bottles and trash littering the desk itself. 

“Sorry for the mess I… I’ve been busy.” He says softly, looking at you and there’s the flash of unspoken words in his eyes, but you just nod and slowly close the door, walking towards his dresser, opening it and finding some clean clothes for him to wear, even if it's a struggle.

“Here,” you say as you hold out a pair of shorts and a raggedy shirt with old paint on it, “get dressed.” “I miss you.” He doesn’t take the clothes, he just looks down at you, his hand fidgeting at his side. With a sad expression, he forces a smile. “A lot.” You push the clothes towards him, raising your eyebrows, not sure how to respond. Of course you missed him too, but acknowledging it would turn this from a friend helping a friend to something else. “Get changed, Peter, please.”

The smile on his face falters before he starts to take his shirt off, grabbing the baggy one from your hands and sighing, head hanging low. There were new scars on his side and you remember the reason you couldn’t stay with him, the secrets were too much, the nights he was bruised and bandaged, his body clearly wounded from some sort of fight.

But you just turned away from him, tossing the shorts onto his bed before walking to his desk, grabbing some of the trash, finding a balled up bag to throw it in to declutter his space. After picking up a chip bag you find a polaroid sitting on his mousepad, it’s of you from a high angle. You hadn’t seen it before, so you slowly picked it up and turned it around in your hands, brows furrowed together. It was when you were eating at yours and Peter’s usual date spot by yourself, letting yourself pretend for a moment that everything was okay. 

“Peter… have you been following me?” You ask, turning around, holding the photo out to him, worry etched on your features as you examined him. His cheeks were red, his hands fidgeting slightly as he took a step closer and shook his head, looking a little ashamed. 

“One of the guys texted me they saw you in the diner and said I should talk to you… try and rekindle things but- when I got there you were smiling and talking on the phone and I just… couldn’t ruin that by ambushing you like that.” 

“But you took a picture of me? How did you even get this angle, you’d have to be on the next building's fire escape?” You ask, chewing on your lip as you feel nerves bubble in your stomach.

“Yes… I know it’s stupid, I did it on impulse.” He sounds defeated before he walks to the bed, sitting on the edge, running his hand through his hair. “It was either take a picture or tell you I love you.” He sighs, turning his face so you couldn’t see it.

And the words washed over you like cold water. He hadn’t said that before, not once, and it felt surreal to hear, even now as you stood in his room for the first time in months. “Wait, Peter- what?”

“I love you, I threw this party just for you… I dunno why I thought it was a good idea.” 

You stood there, awestruck before you walked a few feet and sat on the bed, sinking next to him as you thought about his words. Everything in you was buzzing, you couldn’t really believe he said that to you. But before you got the chance to properly react he moved and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Please, please give me one more shot…” He finished his sentence with your name.

[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