#peterparker fluff

[random-writer-23]

The rooftop (peter parker x reader) Part 1

Warnings: reader has very brief intrusive thoughts Word count: 1595

New York City, Queens, night time, the time when almost everything is calm and quiet, except for a few cars honking in the distance. Night in the city is my favorite because it's the time when I can sneak out my bedroom window, and onto the fire escape, and gaze at the view, granted it's not much, but still being able to sit out there and just admire the city is amazing. Most times I even climb up the fire escape and onto the roof of my apartment, I crawl up there and sit with a blanket, a book or something and I just relax. The roof was often the place I went to escape from everything, where I went when I had a particularly bad day and just needed somewhere quiet to cry. Or somewhere I could do my homework without people bothering me. And sometimes it was the place I went to see Queens own neighborhood hero swinging from buildings. I actually saw him quite often, but he never noticed me, and why would he, why would he notice the girl who sneaks out her window every night, climbs onto the roof to sit and watch the city. In fact, he shouldn't notice me, I was normal, ordinary, and blended in with the shadows of night. Slipped under the cover of protection the darkness offered. I didn't mind the fact that he never noticed me whenever he swings past my building, I was perfectly content to watch from afar and never wanted to get any closer. In fact, a part of me hoped that he didn't happen to glance my direction and see me sitting on my roof, and my hopes were granted. Except eventually your luck runs out and fate has a funny way of doing exactly what you hope it doesn't do.

Night had fallen over New York city and as usual, I crept out my room to the kitchen, grabbing any snacks I wanted. I took the snacks back to my room and looked at the laptop and backpack lying innocently on top of my bed. Sighing I grabbed them and zipped up my backpack slinging over my shoulder I made sure my bedroom door was closed before opening up my window and climbing out onto the fire escape. I took a deep breath breathing in the cold New York night air, I sighed again and looked up towards the roof. I smiled slightly and climbed up the fire escape up to the roof. I tossed my backpack a little way onto the roof and stood to admire the view. I smiled and then frowned remembering how much work I had to do. I sat down next to my backpack and spread my work out in front of me, making sure to have something heavy on at least the corner of the papers so they wouldn't fly away. I glanced down at the papers in front of me, frowning deeply, I had a chemistry test tomorrow and had no Idea how to do anything, it was too late to ask the teacher, and none of my friends would be awake right now, at least not the ones that took chemistry. I took out my notebook and the rest of my stuff. I had tons of stuff to do cause I put off all my work till the day its due. Then want to sit here and stress about how much work I had to do until I'm close to tears, and have to rush all my work. So here I was as usual with all my work laid out in front of me, along with the long list of stuff I have to do so I could check them off as I went along the list. I growled just looking at the list and, brought my chemistry homework out in front of me, that would be my first priority. I went and retrieved the blanket I kept stashed up here and wrapped myself up, after shaking it out for any bugs. I sat back down with my blanket around me and played some music on my phone quietly, I took out a pencil and hummed along to the music. I stared at the paper in front of me as I had been doing for the past 10 minutes, I let out a harsh breath of frustration as I shook my head to clear the approaching negative thoughts.

"No" I whisper, clenching my fists, warding off my thoughts, they faded but lingered in the back of my mind, waiting till my defenses were down. I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to keep the thoughts at bay for a little longer. "C' mon I can do this" I mumbled, drinking some water and focusing back on my work. About ten more minutes of staring at the same sheet of paper, the same problems, I felt the tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to fall, and with my defenses down my thoughts giggled with excitement as they all rushed out at once dragging me down further. 'You can't do this' One whispered towards me, 'just give up' another added, 'c' mon just stop trying you're not gonna get it' a third taunted. The thing is, I knew I could do it, I knew how to solve them, I just can't remember, I've learned the formulas and know the steps, I just can't call forth the information. I clench my fists again giving one last attempt at trying to remember how, but give up when nothing comes to mind. One tear falls down my cheek and I watch its path towards the floor, another closely following. This realization leads to more tears as the floodgates open. I really can't do it, and my quiet sobs were proof enough of that. I put my face into my hands and my shoulders shudder. I can't remember how long I stay like that. But I hear feet land very quietly behind me, and a voice pulls me away from my thoughts and tears.

"Umm excuse me miss?" The voice says hesitantly as if unsure they should be talking to me, "A-are you alright miss?" The voice asks as my head shoots up, and stares straight ahead, I turn around slowly to answer the voice, and ask them what they're doing up here, at this time, and my eyes widen in surprise as Queen's local crime-fighter stands behind me shyly twiddling his thumbs.

"I... u-hhh" I stutter unable to speak, remembering how many times he swung past paying no mind to the girl sitting on her roof... I am brought out of my thoughts and remember how to talk. "Yes, yes I'm alright...." I said wiping away the tears trailing down my cheeks.

"Are you sure?" He asks clearly skeptical of my tear-stained cheeks.

"Yeah, it's just chemistry homework" I sniffle chuckling lightly

"Oh, I take chemistry, maybe I could help you," he said, and as the tone of his voice rose a little, I imagined his face lighting up. Not that I knew what he looked like behind the mask.

"Don't you have some crime to stop or something like that?" I asked smiling slightly, and sniffling again

"It's kind of a slow night actually," he said reaching up to rub the back of his neck, "plus anything to help a citizen in need," He said making his voice deeper to sound more official. Making me chuckle a bit.

"Then I guess I'm ok with it," I said picking up my chem papers.

"Awesome, so let's see what you're working on..." He said as he sat down and raised his mask to right above his nose, enough so I could see his mouth and his voice was less muffled. He crisscrosses his legs and sat next to me cuddled up in my blanket cocoon. He sat there explaining everything to me for longer than I kept track of, and slowly I let my guard down and got comfortable around him, he who was comfortable from the beginning just grew a little more relaxed and carefree, and made a few jokes as we worked. Soon we moved on from chemistry and onto math, then English, and Spanish and any other work I had to do. Before I knew it I checked my phone and it was 3:00 Am, and he was still there helping me with my last assignment. I finished it, "Is that all?" He asked cheerily, and I wondered if he even knew what time it was.

"Yep, that's it" I smiled and started packing up my stuff, putting it all into my backpack. And stashing my blanket where it had been before I came up here. I put my backpack on my back and climbed down the fire escape to my bedroom window. Spider-man followed me down and saw to it I got back in my apartment safely before saying goodbye.

"Alright well, you get some sleep..." He trailed off not knowing my name.

"(y/n)" I finished for him

"Ah yes, well get some sleep (y/n), and good luck on your chem test tomorrow," He said bringing his mask down to cover his mouth.

"yeah, Thank you, again for all your help," I said smiling,

"No problem, it was my pleasure," He said before jumping off my fire escape and swinging away after I climbed in my window. I sighed a small smile left on my face, It's safe to say I slept fairly well that night.

To Be Continued.....

A/N: This was just a short little guy, some of my writing is so much longer than this they're like a 20-minute read, not even kidding. This is one of my older writings that I've posted so it's probably not as good as the Jesper one I wrote recently, but it's still good enough to publish it. Part 2 will be up shortly! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this, and as usual any likes, comments, reblogs, and shares are greatly appreciated to help this blog take off.

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[webslingingslasher]

Could you write frat! Peter being obsessed with how hot reader is? Like always horny 24/7

frat peter is gonna get a lot of love in my wip, don't worry 💝

Peter’s got a big mouth and he loves to use it. 

Especially when it comes to declaring his love. 

“So pretty, did you know that?” 

It was the third time today he’s found himself placing biting kisses down your neck. 

“You might have told me once or-” you take in a shaky breath as Peter nibbles at your collarbone, “twice.” 

“What a shame. It should be the only words you ever hear.” 

“You do it close enough.” 

He smirks into your skin, it leaves a trail of goosebumps. 

You’d never have thought that the slightly out of place, quiet cute guy in the frat would be so greedy for your skin. You caught his eye and he needed to know everything about you at that moment. 

“You’re so needy, parker.” 

He pulled back and pinched at your bare hip, you tried to slide away but he pulled you closer. 

“It’s peter to you.” 

You sigh happily, “alright, peter, you’re so needy.” You emphasize his name, he responds by clicking his tongue. 

“Actually, I think it’s babe, or my personal favorite, god.” 

You snort, “god?” 

“Oh god! Oh god, oh my god! Babe, you feel so good, you make me sooo wet-” he gets cut off by you cupping a hand over his mouth, “if you want to keep hearing it you better shut up.” 

“I can’t help it, you just make so..” he trails off, his eyes working you over. He’s had you all to himself the entire day, and it’s still not enough. 

You make him feel so full of love and admiration the only way he can try to tell you is with his actions. 

Peter can’t hold it in, he hovers over you and starts kissing down your neck. 

“You look so gorgeous.” 

Your hand grips his curls. 

“And taste so so good,” 

“Flattery will get you-” 

“Shh… let me show you how good you make me feel.” 

[tomholland1996simp]

Snap || Peter Parker

Summary: It’s been a long stressful day for Peter, so when you come over he can’t help but get mad at certain things you do. Leading to him snapping at his girlfriend.

Haven’t read over so sorry if there’s mistakes.

Being spider-man could be such a stressful Job for Peter, patrolling late at night, trying to juggle with school work and saving the city all made him tired. He felt drained, not just physically but mentally too. That’s why today he wanted to relax in his and his aunts apartment, alone.

However, Peter had forgot that a couple of days ago he asked his girlfriend, y/n, to come over to hang as the apartment would be free. So instantly when he opened the door after he heard a knock, his face dropped slightly when he saw her bright smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, he just wanted to be alone and be by himself for the day. Normally when Peter is stressed or tired he snaps out at people and gets angry very easily.

“Heyy, Petey” You smiled at your boyfriend, noticing the black bags under his eyes which you would ask about later if he had been getting sleep. You know that Peter is spider-man, you found out when you two were best friends, after the day he told you, you both confessed that you were in love with each other.

“Oh, y/n? Hi” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you walk into his apartment. Now he regrets asking you to come over, knowing he just wanted to go bed and sleep.

“Did you forget that I was coming?” You let out a little chuckle, placing the two plastic bags on the counter. Before going to Peters, you decided to buy his favourite sandwich from his favourite sandwich shop, Delmars. Then you stopped at another store to get your favourite snacks and drinks for you’re movie marathon that you had planned to do tonight.

“N-no, just didn’t realise the time” He lied, taking your bag from you’re shoulder and putting it into his room. You followed him behind asking him if he wanted his sandwich. “Maybe later, I just ate not long ago” He lied yet again, laying on his bed.

“You okay, baby?” You noticed his mood, normally your boyfriend was excited to see you, he would greet you with a big hug and a kiss. Then he would ramble on about his day or his patrols late at night.

“Y-yeah” He faked smiled as you crawled onto the bed leaning over to peck his lips, him not kissing back.

You raise your eyebrow, thinking he’s playing with you. “Peterrr give me a kiss” You whine as he ignored you looking at his phone. You then decided to straddle his legs, taking his phone from his hands and giving him a kiss. This time he did kiss back but he pulled away quickly.

“Give my phone back, please” He tiredly asked.

“No” You jokingly smile at him, but your smile dropped when you realised he wasn’t joking the whole time.

“Give my fucking phone y/n!” He snapped, snatching the phone from your hands and pushing you off him. He then turned his back from you, going back on his phone.

“m’ sorry” You mutter that feeling sinking in, deciding to go into the kitchen and help May by cleaning the apartment up a little. You hoped that after you was done that Peter would be out of his ‘mood’ or whatever was going on with him.

After an hour the dishes were finally washed and cleaned so you decided to go back into Peters room to check on him. Now he was sitting at his desk doing his homework that was due for Monday, maths. Luckily for him you were quite good at maths, that’s why he would always ask you for help.

“Want some help?” You asked, your voice coming out more quiet than usual.

He just nodded his head as he moved to the bed so you could both sit together. You then explained to him how to solve some problems, basically doing the homework for him as he laid there. You didn’t mind that though, you were happy to help him.

Your talking, however, was making Peter lose his mind, he just wanted silence but you kept rambling on about how to do his homework.

“Ahh shit, the pencil is blunt. Do you have a sharpener?” You look at the blunt pencil and then at him.

He then pointed over to his desk top draw, implying that it was in there. You nodded your head, standing up and going over to the draw looking through it to find the sharpener. “I don’t see it” Turning to look at him, seeing him roll his eyes making you gulp.

“It’s in there, look properly” He said, watching you struggle to find it, the noise making his head hurt.

“I don’t think it’s-“ You was cut off by hearing him get up from his bed, stomping over to you and moving you out of the way. He went through the draw and fount it in a old pencil case.

“It’s right here! Open your fucking eyes next time! Fuck sakes, your making my head hurt!” He snapped at you, shouting. He had never ever shouted at you, nor sworn at you before. He then grabbed the pencil sharpening it a bit too hard making it break.

“Sorry” You stand up fiddling with you’re fingers looking into his eyes but not finding any regret in them.

“Stop fucking apologising y/n, that’s all you fucking do. ‘I’m sorry’ just shut up and leave me the fuck alone!” He shouted stepping towards you making you flinch a little as he yelled. You know Peter would never lay a hand on you, but seeing him right now made you scared.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t help letting a little sob escape your mouth. His angry expression fell a little, now realising what he had said and how scared you looked.

You then pulled out your phone acting as if you had received a message. “Oh, I-I got to g-go, my uhh my mum messaged saying I can’t stay tonight, got plans” You wiped your eyes with yours Peters hoodie, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes.

“y/n, no please don’t go. I’m sorry, Angel.” He grabbed your arm softly, not wanting you to leave, now regretting the way he had just shouted at you. Your his girlfriend, he shouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. He loves you.

“No, just don’t, Peter” He let go of your arm, hating the way you said his name. You never call him by his name, you always use nick names or cute pet names for him.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please” He pleaded as you ran to his front door, opening it and slamming it behind you as tears fell down your face. He didn’t run after you, no. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty, looking at the clean apartment that you had cleaned up for him and May. Opening the two plastic bags that had his favourite sandwich in and all your favourite drinks + snacks.

Tears fell down his face, he told you he would never treat you like how he just did. He wishes he could give you the world and beat up everyone who makes you cry, not to be the reason you cry.

————————————

At school

You hadn’t answered any of Peters messages or calls. After he had snapped at you, you decided to let him be alone not wanting to be around him when he was like that. Annoyingly, Peter and you went to the same school, so you knew you would see him on Monday.

Now you’re walking to chemistry, which you shared with Peter. Your running a bit late though, due to not feeling the best today. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to face Peter again, you didn’t know.

“Miss Y/L/N, your late” You’re teacher told you as you walked in, everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to meet a certain pair. You didn’t apologies or neither answer, your voice would sound too weak as you had already locked eyes with him.

You sat down in your seat, your leg bouncing up and down, wanting the lesson to be over with. Peter sat two rows in front of you, you just kept staring at his figure. He looked better than before, earlier when you saw him his bags were gone and his hair was less messy.

“Y/N since you were late, you can clean the rest of the equipment up” Your teacher told you as she packed her things up, making you sigh.

Once everyone left, you started putting the equipment away, like the test tubes and all the other things. All you could think about is Peter.

Smash.

You hadn’t realised but you had dropped one of the test tubes, the glass shattering everywhere. “Fuck, sakes” Tears pricked you’re eyes, you were so tired and you kept thinking of the fight with Peter. Did he not love you anymore? Are you both broken up? Maybe you really are annoying and you should leave him alone.

Picking up the glass, you didn’t care if you were cutting yourself, you were just upset. “Let me help you” You heard from the door as someone came to help you, picking the rest of the glass up and grabbing your hand.

This voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Shit your bleeding, here sit on the table” Peter helped you to sit on the table, grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning the cuts. You both stayed in silence in the classroom as he wrapped your hand with the hand wraps, making sure it’s not on too tight.

“Thanks” You mutter, keeping your head down, you was about to get up but he stopped you. “I-I uhh I’m sorry, y/n/n. I was just stressed with school and saving the city. I was doing too much and I was so tired, I know it’s not an excuse at all but I love you, baby. I’m so fucking sorry that I said all them things, I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said truthfully, tears welling in his eyes making you smile a little.

“No, I’m sorry, I was being annoying..”

“No, you wasn’t not at all. I made you cry, you’re my girlfriend and I should never treat you like that because i’m stressed. I know you would never. I’m sorry” He apologised yet again, grabbing the sides of your face.

“It’s okay, Pete. Don’t cry” You smile wiping a tear that fell from his face.

“I love you so fucking much, baby” He smiled leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you so much, Spidey” You chuckle grabbing his face and smashing your lips together.

“Y/L/N, Parker, Hands off each other in the classroom!”

[inkdrinkerworld]

tasm!peter parker with a reader that hates christmas and always gets kinda down about the season but then peter takes them to spend christmas with him and may?? anyway love your blog!! happy christmas!

Thank you angel! Happy Christmas to you too :)

Peter is on a mission to make this a great Christmas season for you and despite your usual Grinch behaviour, it’s working.

You’re both in May’s kitchenette, rolling pin in your hand and cookie cutter in Peter’s while Aunty May deals with the meat.

You’re smiling and humming along to the music not because you particularly like it, but because you feel light around the entire idea of celebrating Christmas with these two people.

Peter watches amazed as he stamps snowmen and snowflakes into the dough- he knew all you needed to do was something fun and what’s more fun than having a flour fight and then making Christmas cookies?

“I can feel you staring at me, Parker.”

He flushes, cheeks hot as he refocuses on cutting out cookies. “I just like that you’re not frowning anymore, Grinchy.”

You roll your eyes but before you can retaliate, May snaps a kitchen towel on his shoulder.

“That’s not nice Peter. Plus, the Grinch ended up loving Christmas in the end.”

You nod, “Yeah, who knows I might actually have gotten you gifts.” He chuckles. “Or maybe I’ll steal Christmas in the night- guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”

[peterdarlingg]

Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

[suna-rinn]

cosita bonita- m. o’hara

IN WHICH- miguel o'hara finds you positively insufferable. (it goes both ways.)

warnings: so much fucking tension omfg r u kidding me just bang already, miguel is honestly an asshole im staying accurate to character (that’s a joke bc he’s honestly more flirty than he would ever be) did i mention that there’s a lot of tension yall should just kiss, he’s also so awkward it’s almost laughable

A/N: i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA ive been writing full blown fanfics on wattpad its honestly kind of embarrassing

A/N P2: i google translated all the spanish. please feel free to correct me; i’m a speaker of english, mandarin, and japanese, so i really don’t expect it to be correct.

                 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

sometimes, your boss was a complete, total piece of shit. you wish you knew what you were signing up for when hobie, the stupid little idiot, dragged you along with him to his first day on earth 2099, a long way from your shared world of earth 616.

needless to say, you were most certainly not welcome. first things first, you hadn’t even been invited, nor had you really wanted to come. hobie had quite literally dragged you, clamping a tight hand around your wrist and pulling you through the portal with him. 

upon arrival, he had stolen a bracelet from one of the spider-people, slapped it on your wrist, gave you a forceful fist-bump and screamed, “anarchy! yeah?!”

well, shit. how were you supposed to deny that?

inevitably, time came for you to be kicked out approximately two minutes later, when the one and only spider-man of earth 2099 found out he had an unwelcome guest on his world. the look he’d casted you was one of sheer disdain, and you certainly wouldn’t have minded leaving on the spot.

but hobie brown could always be a blabbermouth when he wanted to be. you were useful, he claimed- willing to get your hands dirty when others weren’t, knowing what had to be done. you’d always taken up the part of the spider-punk job that hobie had been hesitant to do back at home- helping people simply came with the radioactive bite. 

that- that did intrigue miguel. miguel o’hara was a harsh, harsh man- but only because he had to be. he was the spider-man that the people needed; not the one they wanted. 

and you and him seemed to be in awfully similar shoes.

         •───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“another tough day?” hobie sniffed, flopping down next to you, draping his legs over your lap. up above, miguel looked down distastefully, wrinkling his nose in disdain at the unprofessional display.

“the day is always tough when you work with him.” you huffed back, jabbing your thumb upwards, bringing hobie’s attention to your boss. “hey, new girl! you’re sharing an office with me so i can keep an eye on you! hey, new girl! get me a coffee, if you can even manage to find the cafeteria! hey, new girl! cleanse lyla’s storage for me, if you can even figure out how to do it! hey, new girl-”

“are you finished?” miguel sighed, platform slowly descending, screens wiping blank. “that isn’t what i sound like.” 

“yeah?” you sneered, pulling up a new tab on your monitor- security footage of the room. 

“hey, new girl!” the crappy monitor speaker barked, scratchy. “make yourself useful and get a coffee, yeah? gracias, cosita bonita.”

miguel grunted in annoyance, taking a deep sip from the coffee you’d gotten an hour earlier, physical proof of your labor. you raised an eyebrow at hobie, as if saying, ‘you see this shit?’

“cosita bonita, huh?” hobie whistled, sliding his feet off your lap, and facing miguel. “interesting...” miguel avoided his insinuations, merely raising an eyebrow. 

“aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“aren’t you supposed to be working?” hobie retorted, eyes sliding over to you subtly. miguel grimaced, narrowing his brows. “ay, man. my entire thing is not workin’ unless i want to. down with the system.” 

“get out.” miguel groaned, hand waving mindlessly in the air. “i’ve had enough of you for one day.” 

“tough crowd!” hobie crowed, standing from his seat in surrender. he ruffled your hair- an act of familial-like affection that you’d grown to accept, although you never stopped complaining about the way that it fucked up your hair. “stay focused, boss man, yeah?”

“leave!” miguel shouted at his retreating figure. when the coast was clear, his eyes slid back to you, noticing that you were now back to mindlessly scrolling through reports, blowing a bubble of gum between your lips, almost the size of your face. “¿qué tiene tu linda cabecita en un giro?“ (what’s got your pretty little head in a twist?)

“hm?” you blinked, losing focus and popping the bubble. it exploded all over your lips, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance, before using your tongue to pry the areas that were sticking back into your mouth. miguel urged himself to pay attention, and stop staring at stupid things. “what’d you say?”

“what’re you working on?” he corrected himself swiftly, leaning slightly over your table, head hanging over the double monitors. you tried to ignore him- jesus, did the man ever skip back day-?!  “better be workin’ hard, if you got time to fool around with hobie.”

“sorting through the fuckin’ reports that you don’t want to do.” you sniffled in annoyance. “one day you have me killin’ people, the next day you have me doing secretary work. one day, i swear-”

“-you swear what?” he cut in, leaning over further. you glanced up, tensing when you realized his face was just a few inches away from yours. “hm? what were you saying, cosita bonita?” (pretty little thing)

“...” you gaped, hands frozen still over the keys of the keyboard, before blinking a few times and snapping out of it. you cleared your throat, eyes skimming back over the report you were working on. miguel frowned, leaning back. “nothin’. don’t worry about it, anata.” (japanese for ‘darling, dear.)

“you wanna get me another coffee?” he sighed, standing straight up, ready to go back to sitting at his platform. “i finished the one you got me.” 

“i ain’t your maid.” you retorted, closing out the report you just finished. “if you want me to be one, you gotta pay me better.” 

“o podrías dejar de hacerte la dura y salir conmigo.” (or you could stop playing hard to get and go out with me.) he grunted in annoyance. 

you powered off your PC, standing from your spinning chair and sitting on the front of your desk. “nunca me pediste que saliera contigo, idiota.” (you never asked me to go out with you, you dense idiot.)

he stared at you, unfurling his arms from their tight grip on each other. “¿tú hablas español?”

“hobie dijo que yo era multilingüe cuando nos conocimos. ¿por qué diablos no sabría español?“ (hobie said i was multilingual when we first met. why the hell wouldn’t i know spanish?) you squinted your eyes. “not very smart of you, boss man.”

“¡¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes?!” (why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?!) he gripped his hair in disbelief, gawking at you. “shit, man! that’s embarrassing!” 

“sure.” you shrugged, grinning devilishly. “but it was funny. hobie and i thought it was hilarious- why do you think he’s got a shit-eating grin every time he comes in here?”

“eres insufrible.“ (you’re insufferable.) he clenched his fist. “por favor, joder, sal conmigo.“ (please fucking go out with me.)

“tal vez, si me pagas lo suficiente.” (maybe, if you pay me enough.) you snarked. he pinched your side harshly, causing you to yelp. “ow! fuck, okay! do you always harass women into going on dates with you?!”

“no.” he deadpanned. “only when they’re as difficult and annoying as you.”

[agentandreastark]

Dead

Stark!Avenger!Reader X Avengers

Summary: Your character gets stabbed during a Hydra Mission.

"Fuck" I cursed as I felt a sharp pain go through my rib. "Erm so guys we have small problem, I may or may not have been impaled through the ribs?"

"What?!!" I heard dad's high pitched scream from the otherside.

"Impaled?!" I heard captain ask in disbelief through the ear piece

"Impaled maybe an exaggeration. More like stabbed." I gritted my teeth, grabbing my side.

"Where are you?"Nat questioned and I heard gun shots from her side,

"It's not that bad" I said firing a shot at one of the Hydra. Hissing as pain coursed through my body.

"Where. Are. You?!" Clint asked with a serious tone. I sure if he could see me right now he would glare at me so hard.

"I see a green spaceship like structure?"

"The lab" Wanda pointed out.

"Underoos check on her you're the nearest" my dad spoke sounding worried,

"Guys I'm fine. I'll last 2 to 4 hours don't worry about me." I hid behind a tree, 'Hydra clearly didn't think this through, so many people could hide out here- oh wait... that's the whole point of it silly me'

"Y/n/n oh god you're bleeding" Spidey landed next to me.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock" I tried to sit up straight but groaned, I had pushed the knife deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I sucked a sharp breath from the pain, my eyes stinging with tears.

"Don't move!" Peter exclaimed,he knelt down next to me. I closed my eyes a single tear running down my cheek,he picked me up bridal style as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're going to be fine, okay? Don't worry. We'll take you to the lab back home okay?" He comforted as I gingerly nodded, my neck down too painful to move.

"Mr. Stark I'm taking her to the lab she's badly injured." he said swinging up in the air.

I probably passed out half way through cause when I woke up I was in the lab, the silver knife taken out and I was bandaged. I tried to get up but I failed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I heard jelly bean say. "You need a lot of rest" you'll be back in your room in an hour or so. Don't worry." He filled his mug with Chai.

"Parker was freaking out when he brought you in. You should have seen his face, what scared him the most is that you passed out inbetween, he thought you must have died" He laughed,as I smiled along, "Oh well, I'm still here am I not?"

"Oh also," Bruce looked at me dead serious "Don't even try to use your powers for the next few days, you're not strong enough for it."

"Yes sir." I nodded gratefully and gave him a salute.

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot - Extra

Supervising so many spider people was never easy.

Miguel was doing his usual check. Reports flashed over the screen and his thoughts strayed. He wasn't sure why, but there was something amiss. His ruby gaze shifted to the red printed t-shirt left on the chair. He hadn't so much as moved it since you left it there. Part of it was due to the fact that he spent more time in this office than his own home. He selfishly wanted to be able to watch it whenever he could.

"Lyla, pull up the reports from earth 67."

"You got it boss!"

She saluted and he could see the files begin to stream in. Lyla was wearing a smile until she saw the article. Miguel's eyes drifted over the particular file, and he expanded it on the yellow screen.

"Civilian shot in drive-by hit."

Miguel felt his body stiffened.

He told himself not to assume the worst. That could have been anyone. But his eyes read the name provided in the small print.

"She was shot.."

Lyla nodded slowly, humor gone from her tone.

"According to the article she jumped in front of a kid during a gang altercation. They found the shooter, but she refused to stay in the hospital."

He knew how you felt about hospitals. It was possible that you were bleeding out somewhere because of your stubbornness. The frown on his face deepened. Miguel pulled up a separate window, typing in instructions.

"Lyla, I'll need you to oversee the rest of the missions. Keep me updated. I'll appoint Peter while I'm gone. Make sure he doesn't turn this place into a playground."

"Of course."

He couldn't help but let his eyes run back to the shirt left behind. It felt like a thorn in his chest. He shook his head, sending the message as he took off out the door.

Getting to your universe felt like a routine check. He was used to stopping by the many different streams to check on any potential issues. It was weird stepping through the portal on the chosen building not hearing a sound.

The steady bustling of cars and people was apparent for that time in the afternoon. But the building he stood on was a designated meeting spot. Whenever he made it known that he was coming, you would be right there wearing a goofy smile as you updated him on your recent rescues and heroic acts. You were never modest in your explanation of your saves. It wasn't so much that you boasted, but you truly enjoyed the work you did. He could see it every time you spoke of a crime you stopped, or a person you helped.

You were a social worker, so he wasn't truly surprised. Still, it took a lot to do this job and still smile as brightly as you did. He couldn't do it. That was for sure. The others teased him about his stoic front, but it was the only way he could ensure that he never let himself get reckless. Because it could be at the expense of someone else's life.

The vibration from his watch caught his attention and he pulled up the message.

"You're gonna have to let yourself in. I'm a little under the weather."

There was a coughing emoji attached and he rolled his eyes.

He took off down the familiar path. Over buildings, onto billboards. It took him about ten minutes to get to your apartment. Sliding down the wall of an alleyway, he depixelated his suit when he was shielded. Stepping out, he headed straight for your home. Each step that he took, he prepared himself for what he would see.

It was hard to tell your state just from your texts. You were a master at hiding any emotion that wasn't sunshine affiliated.

The trip up the stairs felt tedious and when he finally made it to your door, he twisted the knob.

The door opened.

"Reckless."

You really should have been more careful. Especially given your lifestyle.

He made his way through your home. The quiet was uneasy. The second he got to your bedroom door, he knocked.

"If you're a robber, come back tomorrow. I'm tired."

Miguel huffed.

He stepped inside and you smiled.

"I feel like I'm constantly babysitting you."

You were laying on the bed in a pair of shorts and a regular t-shirt. Although you were smiling at him, he could see the expression of pain. Your right arm had bandages going all the way down to your wrist.

"I can take care of myself, boss."

Miguel wasn't wearing his suit which was a bit unexpected. It was weird seeing him in regular clothes. In sweats and a shirt, he almost looked like a civilian.

"Did you forget that you aren't bulletproof? You shouldn't be here on your own."

His lecture at that very moment wasn't what you wanted to hear.

"I'm not stupid, I let them take the bullet out first. The second they did I sneaked out. I'm not going to be anyone's guinea pig. Not again."

Your somber tone felt so foreign to him. Medical facilities made you anxious and he could fully understand why. If he'd been experimented on he would have felt the same.

Your head moved in the opposite direction, and he didn't miss the subtle tear drop. You pressed your face into the pillow, your back to him.

"I'm fine, so you can save your disappointment for another time. I'm tired, so you can leave now. As soon as I'm healed I'll be back."

He could understand the reaction. You may have been unnaturally enthusiastic all the time, but you were just as bad as him when it came to asking for help. You must have been scared. Here alone.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Your head turned slowly, not truly expecting the soft look he wore.

As he stood next to your bed, you could see the care behind his often cold gaze. He was genuinely worried. Your cheeks flushed lightly, and you shifted your attention elsewhere to calm your heart down.

"Thanks for checking in on me." You mutter.

It was nice of him. Under all the fusing, you know one thing about Miguel.

He's a great leader.

"Well enough with the mushy stuff, I bet you have more scolding to do. You better get back before the spider society collapses." You joke,

"Peter is keeping a lookout for me."

Your brows furrowed.

"Why would he need to-

Miguel took a seat on the bed, and you jolted.

He didn't say anything, not that he had to. His gaze held so much raw care. For a moment you contemplated that you were infected by the bullet wound.

"I was worried about you cariño."

His hand came down, sinking into the sheets and you can't seem to stop the blush when he leans down slowly. You gulp.

Your eyes were definitely playing tricks on you.

"Y-You were?"

He licked his lips, now so close, yet he didn't initiate anything.

Just nodded.

"Whenever you run off I'm worried. I know you feel obligated to fix everything. You always put yourself in the line of fire and it's infuriating. But admirable. You're one of the best that we have."

Never in your existence did you think the Miguel O'Hara would be complimenting you. He must be ill.

"I-Is everything alright, d-do you have a fever!!"

You pressed your hand to his forehead and you could see that familiar look of irritation.

So maybe he wasn't sick.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, and when they reopened, he took your wrist, pressing it softly into the bed. Your eyes widened at the action, and you were about to form some more wide theories, but his lips stopped any attempt.

The softness was the first thing you registered. A few of his curly strands fell, tickling your forehead. You were still trying to rationalize what was happening. Because you weren't dreaming.

Miguel was actually kissing you right now.

His hold on your wrist loosened, and you shivered when his thumb brushed your cheek so tenderly. It felt like this was a completely different person. The gentleness was so unlike his personality. You leaned in as much as your weakened body would allow, and Miguel grinned when he felt your reciprocation. Your hand gravitated into his hair, tugging softly.

This is the very definition of heaven.

When he pulls away, you whine. You don't have all your strength and you want nothing more than to feel his lips again. Miguel's head moves to the side and your breath comes out in a shaky stutter when he starts leaving light kisses against your neck.

"M-Miguel.."

This still feels a bit unreal.

When he slides into the bed, you do your best to get your heart back to a normal rhythm. You're afraid that if he gets too close he'll hear it.

How much you're enjoying this.

His hand slides the covers to the side as he pulls back. The soft glow of those red eyes are like hypnosis.

"I'd hoped that when I finally got to touch you, we would be able to both fully enjoy it."

His hand moves up your hip and you let out a soft moan when he cups your breast. He takes in everything. That breathless expression. Those longing eyes. You look completely flustered, yet so ready for him. Your grip is still on his shirt as you try to urge him closer despite the color that has overtaken your cheeks. You want to continue, but he knows you must be exhausted. He smiles internally.

He pulls his hand back, brushing your hair back as he leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"Rest up."

It's said so softly, and you grumble in protest. But your eyes are beginning to lull.

There's plenty of time for this once you're healed. 

[mrsbrookemunson]

Spider-Man | Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

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

Genre: Fluff with underlying angst

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

Word Count: 3445

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

| Part One | Part Two |

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

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

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

I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He definitely seems off. “Ah, it’s okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you.” I widely smiled, slapping him on the arm which causes him to jolt. “So, how was it?” Did you find Dr. Conners?” 

He nodded, “I did.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “And?” 

“And–what? We didn’t talk, I couldn’t get him alone.” 

I frowned. “Next time then…” I assured. “Anything else that happened that I should know about?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing of importance.” His lips twitched up for a second afterwards. “But… Gwen Stacy was there.” 

My heart hammered, “That girl you’re madly in love with?” 

He laughed my statement off, awkwardly. “I’m not in love with her,” he protested weakly. “Just interested is all.” 

I let out an absentminded hum.

At that moment the train came hustling in with an abrupt stop.

Saved by the subway.

“Shall we?” I tilted my head towards it.

“We shall,” he replied. 

If I knew that Peter would’ve fallen asleep on the train, I also wouldn’t have drifted off… but I did… honestly… kind of worth it.

His feet were elevated, resting against the wall beside my head in his lying down position. I, on the other hand, was sitting upright, my neck craned back in a very uncomfortable manner. I was surprised we both dozed with the group of drunks beside us causing a ruckus. The group, stupidly, danced and laughed, the smell of cigarettes and beer burned my nostrils. 

Suddenly I was woken up when Peter made a harsh movement up.

What I didn’t expect to see was him attached to the roof of the transport. “P–Peter?” I rubbed my eyes in the slight chance I was dreaming. 

Everyone stared at him in a tense silence, including me. 

Peter looked at his hands which stuck onto the metal, hesitantly letting go, sending him down to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned, kneeling down beside him to help him up.

“Yeah,” he answered, unsure. “You did see that right?” 

I opened my mouth to answer, but get cut off by one of the girls present, “Disgusting, now I smell my beer.” 

I had to resist the strong urge to roll my eyes. Because that’s what’s important. 

Peter, being Peter, looked at her in alarm, and guilt. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice dragged when he tried to pull his hand away. 

“Peter?” I eyed him, weirded out at the turn of events that took place 

“I didn’t–I didn’t,” he stuttered, still struggling his hand away.

An older man walked up to Peter, a tough persona displayed. “Get your hand off her!” he commanded.

Peter looked at the man, fearfully. 

“I’m trying to get my—”

“Can’t you see he’s trying!” I shouted. 

The guy, now angry, pushed Peter away from the girl, his hand took her shirt along with him. A couple of the surrounding guys laughed, staring.

“Well, that’s one way of getting your hand off of her,” I joked, but Peter didn’t react. 

The man that pushed Peter gets more riled up from this action, “Are you kidding?” 

Peter held onto one of the hand bars that he was previously rammed into, looking away from the girl, respectfully. “I’m sorry.” He raised a hand back, her shirt still latched onto the palm of his hand.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” the man shouted.

“Hey! It’s not his fault,” I argued in his defense. “Can’t you see he was trying to? Technically you were the one that pushed him, which led to the accidental taking off of this… lady’s shirt, so–technically–it’s your fault.” 

I noticed in the corner of my eye Peter trying to pull his hand away from the hand bar just as I heard, “Hey, get him, Rudy, I got the girl.” 

“What?!” I raised my hands up in defense. “Isn’t this whole thing about sticking up for women?” 

“Hey!” Ignoring my words the man threw a punch towards Peter who raised a swift leg, kicking the man past me and onto another bench. The man groaned in pain.

“Woah,” I let out, breathless as the man fell to the ground.

“Man, I’m sorry! Oh, man, are you all right?” Peter rambled, turning to look at him.

As if he knew, Peter pushes up kicking another guy that had just about lunged at him, the momentum of it ended with him on his back.

“Take him down! Come on,” a woman shouted.

“Woah hold on–ah!” 

I was about to step in when another guy charged towards Peter who kicked up at the guy, doing a kip up, effortlessly landing on his feet. All with still holding onto the hand rail. “Get him, man! Get him!” 

There was only one guy left standing, his head whipping to the skateboard on the ground, Peter ever-so-slightly shook his head, eyeing it upsettingly. “No, man, no. Not my board,” he pleaded.

I was just about to grab it when the guy got it first in a flash, winding it back.

“Please, dude, don’t—” Peter didn’t finish his sentence as it was about to hit him, but the impact never came. “Y/n—You!” 

Of course, during this part all I saw was pitch black darkness, Peter–thankfully–filled me in on what happened after I was ejected from existence… I can still feel the pain.

The guy with the skateboard still in hand, attempted to swing at Peter for a second time, but Peter manages to kick up once again, and swung around to straddle his own arms in a bent position. Much to Peter’s dismay, the pole broke from the ground, nearly hitting me…

Oh wait—

First he hit the guy who started it all right where the sun didn't shine. “Sorry. Sorry.” Then another guy in the jaw. “Oh.” He turns to look at all the guys lifeless on the ground. “I am so sorry.” And then—

“I’m alive–UGH!” I crouched down, holding my stomach.

Peter finally gained the ability to drop the pole, staring down at his hand in shock.

Coney Island, next stop, the conductor’s voice resonated through the poorly made speakers, repeating it. 

“A little help down here,” I squeaked.

Peter snapped his attention to me who was… in a lot of pain. “Oh my—” he cut himself off, rushing to me. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you okay? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, you were hit with a skateboard. Can you remember things? What’s your name? What is my name?” He took my face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. “Why the Hell did you do that? You definitely have a concussion.”

“Peter! Everyone is staring.” I covered his hands which have yet to pull away from my cheeks that felt as though they were on fire. 

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, shutting it. “Do you think your aunt would be okay if you spent the night?” 

“As long as we use protection,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh–I didn’t mean–it’s just my aunt always says to… nevermind.”

It was a long ride to the Parker residence from there.

Peter practically sprinted off of the train when we arrived. “Peter!” I screamed due to the amount of distance he put between us. 

“Oh, right!” He ran back, not wasting anymore time. “Hop on my back!” 

I blinked a few times, “Wh-What?” 

“Hop on… my back.” He set his backpack on the ground. “I literally just ripped a metal pole out of the ground, I can carry you.” 

I hesitated. “You’ve never been able to carry me before,” I pointed out, sadly. “Not to mention I have a backpack that weighs at least 50 pounds.

“Don’t say it like that, please, you’re probably lighter than air, it’s my fault I’m so weak,” he begs. “Let’s just try.” 

“I hate trying.” 

“I know you do,” he dismissed, turning around, and kneeling.

“If this goes poorly…” I dragged.

Peter didn't respond, as I cautiously wrapped my legs to straddle his back. 

“Okay I–woah!” I gasped when he stood upright. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re holding me up, that’s…” 

“Just hold on tight.” 

I do as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and intertwining my legs around his torso. “Why? You aren’t going to—No!” I shrieked when he starts to sprint again. “Peter!” I tighten edmy grip around him, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. “How are you doing this right now?” I asked, hinting at the fact he’s running with me on his back, with my backpack on, while carrying his backpack, and skateboard, which apparently broke at the second hit at him. It broke off of him.

Can’t deny all of it was attractive, well… what I saw before I was knocked out.

“How did I do any of that stuff?” 

I opened my mouth to reply with something clever, but nothing formed. 

“See?” he laughed.

I noticed that his face was starting to break out into a cold sweat. “Peter? You’re sweating. I knew this would be too much for you—”

“No! I think it’s the shock, the reaction. You know…” He began to slow down. “I am not beginning to feel too well,” he admitted, starting to stumble a little.

“Okay, you need to let me go. “

“It’s not you, I swear!” 

“I’m not saying it is, we’re almost at your house Peter, we can walk from here.” 

Giving in, he let me go. And looking at him… he didn’t look too good. Well, he always looks good, but I mean like… he looks ill. “It wasn’t you…” he reassured, shaking his head, spastically. 

“Let’s just… get you home, okay?” 

I go to grab his hand, but he jerked away. What is happening right now?

We arrived at his house. I opened the door, and ushered Peter inside whilst closing the door behind us. “Uh, hey,” Peter greeted. “Hey, hey.” He walked off without me.

I scrambled to keep up with his long strides as he met up with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

“Sorry. I’m late–and–uh Y/n's here too.” He gestured toward me as I peak my head around the corner. “We got—” 

“We’ve been so worried.” Aunt May stood to block him with a stern expression. “Your aunt too, Y/n!” She pointed to me who sported a sheepish smile. 

My eyes looked down at my phone which I had yet to pull out tonight, cringing at the number of voicemails and messages. I sent her a quick one back that I was safe and would be staying the night at Peter’s. “Use protection,” I read my Aunt Yelena’s text in a hushed tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. Watch out!” 

I looked up in alarm to see Peter catch something about the size of a fingernail, if not smaller. My feet got the better of me as I made my way towards Peter’s raised hand that rested in front of May’s face to get a better look. My body pushed up just beside Peter’s… I don’t think he noticed.

The fly buzzed as a beat of silence went by, Peter not being able to look at anything besides the insect just in between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. 

“That’s a fly, Peter,” Aunt May commented, her hands pressed against her chest, scared.

Peter, for sure out of it, let go, waving his hand in the air. “Yeah,” he responded, carelessly. 

It flew around his head, his eyes following it carefully. “Nice catch,” I whispered. He jumped, dramatically, looking at me as if I was a ghost before looking back at Aunt May.

He wiped his bottom lip, preparing as if to say something, “I’m so sorry I kept you guys up,” he paused. “I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry.” He goes to push past Aunt May, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and handing her half his broken board in the process. 

Aunt May and Uncle Ben looked at me for answers, but I could only supply them a weak chuckle. Ben stood up to position himself next to May in the doorway of the kitchen, fitting myself right in between them.

The three of us watched as Peter dug out a yellow plate of what looked to be May’s meatloaf, unwrapping it, then proceeding to eat as if he hasn’t eaten anything in days, letting out breaths of relief. Was I somehow finding this attractive? Yes. “Drinking?” May questioned, eyes glancing at me as a quick analysis to see if I was in the same shape.

Ben, grasped the concept, and looked at me as well. I gave him a helpless shrug. 

“What’s this?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Ben answered to May.

“This is your meat loaf,” Peter concluded chuckling, continuing to lean against the opened fridge door. “This beats all other meat loafs.” 

Ben and I gave each other pointed looks of acknowledgement of his words.

“Something is very wrong,” May observed 

“Yeah,” Ben started.

“Nobody likes your meat loaf,” Ben and I finished at the same time.

May looked at us both in slight irritation, her previous concerned expression dropping.

I don’t even know how it happened but the next time I saw Peter he was carrying at least seven courses, including ice cream and–is that frozen mac n’ cheese?

Peter slid past the three of us, nearly dropping one of the containers which May immediately reached out to catch, but the crook of Peter’s elbow did the job for her. “I got it,” he affirmed. 

“He took the frozen macaroni and cheese,” May voiced.

“I noticed that,” Ben responded.

Ben and May looked at me with another interrogative gaze. 

I sucked on my teeth for a moment, “I really can’t answer that for you.” 

May looked at Ben and I with a more threatening appearance. “Why didn’t you guys tell me you didn’t like my meat loaf? Especially you Ben!” 

“Um…” He gaped at her.

“You could have said that to me 37 years ago—” 

“Y/n!” Peter called out from his room.

“You’re on your own Uncle Ben.” I saluted him, making a haste exit away from the conversation.

When I got to Peter’s room I didn’t find him. “Peter?” 

“In here,” a muffled voice says. 

I went to the bathroom, opening and closing the door to see him splashing water on his face. “Peter, what the hell was that all about?” 

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

He stared at his reflection, his hand reaching up at the collar of his shirt, connecting his fingers to something. 

“What’s that?” I took a step toward him to inspect. “It looks like—like a string.” 

He pulled at it, my eyes meeting what looked to be, “a bite.” 

He pulled on the string, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. He goes to look at it, a mixture of emotions flashing across his eyes as it now appear to resemble more of a web than a string. His eyebrows twitched up, as his eyes followed the trail that lead from his right hand to his left. He shuddered a couple of times. I didn’t dare to speak a word, rather just watched, but when I saw the dead spider at the end I nearly screamed. 

He looked away from it, blinking twice until they fully close.

“Peter,” I breathed. “You need to go to a hospital, that spider could’ve been deadly.” 

He shook his head now looking at me. I traced out his eyes that were bloodshot, a dark shadow casting underneath them. “No, we do not speak of this. I just–I just need some rest. You–you should go home.” 

I look at him taken aback. “Yeah. Right. Like I would ever leave you alone knowing this. What if you have a seizure or something? What if your skin starts burning holes? What if—” 

“I get it!” he snapped. “Fine. You can stay.” 

I gave him a proud smile. “Cool, see you in your room.” I smoothly winked at him, skipping off to allow him a second to himself. What a twist of events.

Beep—

I jumped up when Peter abruptly slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, the whole thing blowing up into bits. “Holy—my God, Peter, you—” My eyes set on the broken pieces of the poor alarm clock that got a taste of his newfound strength, coughing a little from the smoke 

His head burrowed into the pillow he had laying on the ground.

Despite having slept in the same bed multiple times, with said new strength Peter argued against it this time, claiming he'd accidentally hurt me in his sleep. With that said, he refused to have me sleep on the floor with my obvious concussion. “How are you feeling?” I asked. 

Groggily he got up, storming out, and to the bathroom.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him let out a small cry. “Peter?” I opened the door to see water shooting out from the faucet. “What did you do?” I closed the door in case either May or Ben decided to walk by. 

“Do you really need me to answer that?!” he replied, angry. He reached for the towel beside the sink, when the holder for it ripped off the wall. 

“Peter, just calm down!” I attempted to ease, as he frantically spun around. 

He tried to cover the broken faucet with the piece that he ripped off, eventually throwing the towel over it. His hand went toward the doorknob to the cabinet only to have that also be broken off. In defeat he looked at me.

“How about you try to open this door—” I knock edon the wood behind me, “—as carefully as possible?” 

He hesitated, but when I moved out of the way for him to obey, he walked up, only the tips of his fingers holding the doorknob, delicately turning it. Not without another look at me he left, slamming the door. “Thanks Peter,” I huffed, walking out of the bathroom.

When I went into Peter’s room I found him sitting on his bed, toothbrush in one hand, and the doorknob in the other. 

“Peter…?” I took soft steps toward him. 

He jolted up, turning his head to the side, frantically. He stared at something in horror. He jolted again, moving his whole body to turn toward his window, the blinds were down, the room dim. He held his toothbrush out in front of him as some form of defense. Realizing what he’s doing, he stood up. “I have to get to the bottom of this,” he told me. 

“You can say that again,” I laughed, going to his computer. 

His foot connected to a piece of paper which he struggled to get off. “You–you don’t have to—” he stammered when I offered to get it for him. “Thanks,” he muttered, sitting on his desk chair.

His typing was faster than lightning, looking up every possible thing about spiders and their bites. Nothing matching his problem. He lightly touches the bite on the back of his neck, a sudden impulse going through him as he typed, ‘Richard parker spider’, but it seemed to fade into random letters.

Peter and I both looked down at his hands which he lifts. Some of the keys, including the spacebar, stuck to his fingers. “Sticky like a spider,” I thought out loud. “You’re like a spider, but a man,” I paused, my tongue darting out to swipe over my lips in concentration. “A Spider-Man.” 

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“baby. you gotta breathe for me, okay?”. you can barely hear peter over your own wheezing. your anxiety had gotten the better of you, this was your second panic attack today. and for what reason? you’re not entirely sure. all you know is that it’s getting harder to breathe. 

“y/n”. peter never calls you by your name. that only happens when he’s angry or worried. although he wasn’t showing it, the boy was terrified. he had never seen you this bad before and his usual tactics weren’t working. you had already tried to slow your breathing and name certain objects in the room, but you couldn’t focus at all. 

so peter did what he did best. he just held you, and let you know that he was there for you. 

peter sat on the floor next to your rigid figure and slowly peeled your hands away from your face. slowly, but surely, he positioned you so your back was in his chest. his back rested against his bed frame. peter comfortingly rubbed up and down your arms and thighs, quietly telling you that he’s here for you. eventually your breathing slowed down, enough for you to weakly call out his name.

“i’m right here, angel” he tells you. peter gives your temple a kiss as you cry softly, resting the back of your head against him. at least you stopped hyperventilating. this was progress. 

“that’s it” he praises you. he laces one of his hands with yours and squeezes it. peter waits patiently with you until your cry dies down and becomes light sniffles. “good girl’ he whispers. you shift you weight and curl into him, resting your temple against his collarbone. peter rubs your back soothingly and it makes you sigh. 

“i’m so tired” you whimper. your eyes flutter close after your statement. peter knows how much stress an attack can put on your body. which is why he doesn’t press you for anything more. he knows all you need is a good night’s rest. 

“i know, i know” he says softly. the hardwood under him wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, but he’ll deal with the soreness later. all he cared about right now was making sure his girl felt better. 

“just rest baby”

[ghostysfics]

Fall Movie Night | Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: horror movie (horror themes discussed but only briefly), mentions of food, cursing, kinda cheesy, established relationship w/ Peter, it's all fluff!

Summary: You and Peter have a movie night in October! You two decide to watch some horror films and have snacks :) I had Insomniac's Spiderman in mind while making this, but any Peter you want could be applied!

(I don't own of the gifs I use!)

"Alright, do you think this is good?" Peter enters your living room with arms full of snacks.

"Yes!" You grin, "Is this good?" You motion to the elaborate blanket fort you have set up in your small apartment. On your computer, an assortment of horror movies are ready to be picked from.

"Impressive!" He crouches down and goes inside. You follow him and he settles down on the blankets. You grab one and cover the both of you up. "Did you get your college essay done?"

You groan, "Yeah, it was a pain in my ass. How was your day Pete?"

"Good, better now that I'm with you," He smiles.

You feel your face grow warm, "Nerd. That was so cheesy."

"I thought you liked cheesy?" Peter teases.

"Are you ready for the movie?" You ask, purposely avoiding his question. Of course you loved cheesy. He nods and moves closer to you. You lean forward slightly to start one of the movies. You both chat softly while the movie plays.

"No, there's no way she didn't hear the guy pop up behind her! Girl, run!" Peter exclaims. You laugh quietly at how wide his eyes are, glued to the screen. "Come on, I think I'd survive a horror movie pretty well."

"How so?" You ask and turn to look at him.

"Well, first off I wouldn't be going 'hello?' in an empty haunted building. Second of all, I'm not going to be tripping on nothing! 3rd of all —"

"Peter," You interrupt, unable to contain your smile.

"What? Is that not a good plan?"

"Peter, my love, light of my life," You have to pause to let out some giggles, "You have superpowers, remember? I'm pretty sure you'd be able to Spidey sense your way through the horror movie."

"Oh, right," Peter says, bringing up a hand to cover his face, "Well, that's embarrassing."

"I love you," You say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too," He responds, chuckling.

"Oh shit!" You finally turned your attention to the screen. It was quite gorey. You quickly reach a hand over to cover Peter's face.

"What is it?" Peter mumbles, mouth full of popcorn that he just grabbed. He reaches up and pulls down your hand. "Oh! Nevermind! Gross." He lifts your hand back up to cover his eyes. "So, do you think I'm 'final girl' material?"

"Oh, definitely!" You reply with amusement, finally removing your hand once the scene is over.

"Thanks for protecting me from the movie. You're my hero," Peter answers as you reach for some of the candy he brought. Both of you turn your attention to the movie for a while.

"AHH!" You both yell at the same time. There was a jumpscare neither of you were expecting. You had your face pressed against Peter's shoulder, and he grabbed you as well.

"Do you think we'll get better at this as October goes on?" You ask him. You and Peter had decided to watch a horror movie / Halloween movies every day leading up to Halloween. Of course there were times that this would change if Peter was out patrolling as Spider-Man.

"How about tomorrow we get those Halloween cookies and watch Hocus Pocus?" He rests his head on yours briefly.

"Yes!" You nod with excitement. After the movie is over, you both end up talking about it and slowly doze off. "Goodnight Pete," You yawn.

"Goodnight," He murmurs back, pulling you close once you get comfortable.

(This was so self indulgent.. horror, Halloween, and Spider-Man are my favorite! I hope you all enjoy and have a great fall - ghostysfics 💛)

[random-writer-23]

The rooftop P.2 (peter parker x reader)

A/N: So this is Part 2 to the rooftop, I hope you enjoy, and as usual any likes comments or reblogs are welcomed!!

Word count: 1812 words

Warnings: None

_______NEXT DAY___________ I woke up to my alarm blaring loudly in my ear, and my dad kicking my mattress to wake me up. "I'm up I'm up" I mumbled sleepily, as my dad opened my curtains, and left my room. I sat up rubbing my eyes and walked to turn off my alarm clock, yawning I went to the closet to pick out something to wear. I eventually chose a black sweatshirt with (favorite tv/movie character) on it, and some jeans along with my black old skool converse. I went downstairs and sighed as I read the note from my mom on the counter telling me there was an emergency at work and I had to walk to school today. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. I yawned, I spent the entire previous night studying for my chemistry test with New York's Favorites spider and I was ready to get an A on my chem test. I eat my cereal silently before putting my empty bowl in the sink and grabbing my backpack. "Dad I'm heading off to school" I yelled loudly.

"Alright honey good luck on your test" he yelled back.

"Bye dad!" I said walking out the door hooking my fingers through my backpack straps. I walked down the hall of my apartment building taking the elevator all the way down. Walking out the front door of the building I looked to my right and left before turning right and heading towards the subway station. I went down into the subway station and took the train to school on the bus I saw one of my best friends, Peter Parker. I made my way through the people on the subway station towards him there were no seats nearby but I still said hello. He stood up offering me his seat which I gratefully accepted.

"Wow peter who knew you were such a gentleman" I remarked sitting down in the seat he previously occupied.

"Why thank you m'lady" he said with a mock bow, taking my hand and kissing it jokingly. I laughed loudly, trying to hide the sound of my heart beating loudly in my chest. As I internally swooned.

"And they say chivalry is dead" I said with a giggle.

"Well here I am chivalrous as always" he responded with a laugh as our train pulled into the station stopping slowly. Peter and I left the train station together and continue the walk to our school, midtown high school of science and technology. We parted ways and moved to separate hallways. I went to find my locker and then head to my chemistry class. I sat down in my seat next to my friend MJ.

"You look like hell" I laughed as I sat down next to her.

"Gee thanks, I just got back" She mumbled putting her head on the desk, as I laughed again.

"ready for our test?" I asked her

"Always am" She replied with a cocky smile.

"Okay, okay, I get it you're a chemistry genius," I mumbled quietly as our teacher told us to log on to our computers to take our tests. The class sat in silence as we all took our test, thank god Spiderman just happened to be swinging by last night to help me with my chemistry. Otherwise I would be crying my way through this test. I finished my test five minutes before the bell rang and waited for the computer to grade my score. I silently cheered as I read the number 95% on my computer screen. I put my computer away in my backpack and rested my head on the desk for the rest of class.

_______Time skip to End of day_____

I poked my head out my bedroom door and made sure my mom was asleep, and my dad was at work. She was so I ran to get some food from the kitchen, before retreating quickly back into my room. I grabbed my backpack and climbed out the window, and up to the roof, only to almost fall off the fire escape, after seeing a figure I hadn't expected to see, Spider-man sat there on his phone, with his legs hanging off the edge of the roof. He didn't notice me until I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Oh um, hey spidey," I said semi-awkwardly as I wasn't expecting him to be there. He jumped in surprise and almost dropped his phone

"Oh, h-hey Niya" He answered with what I assumed was a smile under the mask.

"Whatcha doing here?" I asked finishing my climb onto the rooftop, and dropping my backpack next to him, I went to retrieve my blanket, I shook it out for bugs as I did the previous night and went to sit next to spidey and cuddled up inside my cocoon.

"W-well I u-uh wanted to s-see how you d-did on y-your chem t-test" He stuttered adorably, and I saw the pink dusting his cheeks, as he had pulled his mask up to his nose again, keeping the rest of his face covered again.

"wwweeeeellll" I drew out the word, "I got an A" I squealed in delight

"Oh, no way that's awesome!" He said sharing my excitement.

"Yeah, your help literally saved me, otherwise I would have for sure failed." I gushed, extremely thankful for all of his help the previous night.

"Oh well, you're welcome..." He said blushing again, as I giggled.

"You know it's really easy to make you blush," I said with another giggle, hitting him on the arm softly.

"Oh..." He smiled sadly and pulled his mask back down, I watched as his spider eyes went all squinty and sad looking.

"No, no, I was just joking," I said Apologetically, turning to him, I pulled his mask back up over the bridge of his nose and smiled again. "It's kinda cute," I said with a smile and a boop to his nose.

"o-oh u-um t-thanks you're uh k-kinda c-cu-cute too I g-guess," He said hurriedly, as his spider eyes went from squinty to super-wide.

"Thanks," I said happily, scooting closer to him, now that I've gotten a little more relaxed around him. "say... what's the crime rate like tonight" I asked slowly with a sly smile.

"not bad I've already done my rounds tonight and found absolutely no crime," He said with a smile, "why do you ask?" He asked slowly.

"well, I have a math test tomorrow, and well I was wondering if you could help me..." I asked using my puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, well, umm... Oh, how could I say no to those adorable puppy eyes" He remarked casually with a smile.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!" I squealed throwing my arms around him, "you're the best!" I sighed into his side, (he smelled like downy laundry detergent). He chuckled nervously and I realized I was probably making him uncomfortable with all my hugs and stuff so I quickly scooted away and grabbed my backpack. "Well you know it's my pleasure, I'm always ready to help a damsel in distress" he replied reaching up to rub the back of his neck shyly, and stood up to get the backpack I had tossed aside earlier.

"Wow who new you were such a gentleman" I said with a giggle.

"Why thank you m'lady" he said with a mock bow as he reached over to take my hand and kiss it jokingly. I laughed for a moment before I got a strong sense of dejavú, and my eyebrows furrowed, a frown making its way into my face. I quickly changed my facial expression before Spider-Man noticed and hesitantly continued the conversation.

"And they say chivalry is dead" I replied faking the giggle that came out my mouth, and instead paid close attention to Spider-Man's voice, and his next reply.

"Well here I am chivalrous as always" he said with a grin, before his grin was wiped from his face when he saw the look of realization on my face, and realized the massive mistake he just made.

"P-Peter?" I stuttered backing away a little bit from him.

"U-uh umm n-no?" He cleared his throat to deepen his voice.. "no, uh who's peter?" He replied frantically in his deeper voice.

"Okay now I know it's definitely you" I said standing up, and putting my hand on my hip.

"Awe crap.." he mumbled standing up to face me as he pulled his mask all the way off. I saw the rest of his flushed face and his floppy brown hair.

"Wow it really is you" I said taking a few steps towards him bringing my hand up to touch his face, as if I thought it was an illusion of some sort. "This explains so much" I laughed quietly.

"Yeah yeah, but you can't tell anyone that I'm Spider-Man, Niya" He said grabbing my hands and throwing me his adorable puppy dog eyes (not that he knew he did them).

"And why would I want to keep this a secret" I asked stepping away from him and circling him slyly.

"Uhh cause I'm one of your best friends?" He replied more like a question than a statement.

"Well yes but that's not good enough now is it?" I asked trying to hold back my giggles and keep the stern expression on my face. "I need something better"

"Are you b-blackmailing me?" He asked with a small stutter, as his eyes went wide with shock.

"Yes, yes I am. And here's my price, you come visit me every night and help with my homework... after you make your rounds of course" I said with a smile giggling.

"That's it?" He asked obviously expecting it to be steeper stakes.

"Yep that's it... oh wait.. one more thing..." I added, my face starting to flush slightly.

"Uh yes?" He asked warily.

"I want a date with midtown's cutest chemistry geek" I said my face flushing bright red.

"Oh um... who is that?" He asked a red blush creeping up his neck.

"It's you nitwit! I want a date with you!" I said exasperated, with how oblivious he was.

"Oh... OH! ME! Um.. yeah it would be my pleasure" he answered his face as read as a tomato. I held my hand out and he shook it, the deal was made. "Ok well I'll see you tomorrow..." he said starting to back away as I sat down... and pulled out my math notes.

"Uh... the deal starts tonight" I said with a smile as I held up my math notebook. While he blushed.

"Oh right" he laughed and sat down next to me.

-Fin-

QOTD: whats your favourite marvel movie?

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That’s..Impossible!

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary:2 lines…Is that all I need to say?

Warnings:Teen pregnancy,Angst,Mention of Abortion,Fainting,Morgan being the best sister

A/n:Longest thing I’ve ever written my god😀Anyway.Is anyone also in Christmas mood..In summer?I’m reading a lot of Cevans Christmas fics rn here on Tumblr and I want CHISTMASSS👹😀

You stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. It was the last thing you needed.Peter and you have been together for a total of almost 3 years.

Tony was not the biggest fan but what should he have done.Pepper calmed him down and so he agreed.But under one condition.

No babies until you turn 21.

And that’s obviously fucked up now.You leaned your head against the bathroom wall and sank down.Your dad and Peter were on a mission.Who should you ask for advice?Steve?Nah he would tell Tony immediately..

Natasha?She was cooking downstairs.

Bucky?Better not.He would tell Sam and Sam would tell the whole world.

Then you knew and got up again.You slid the test in your pocket and made your way out of your room.

You stood now in front of his room.You knocked twice.

“Second!!”He yelled back and a few moments later,Thor opened his door”Oh hey little Stark.How can I help you?”You were hesitant”Come in.Come in”He waved his hand and stepped aside.You sat down on his bed.

“Soooo..Do I have to kick your Father’s ass?Or perhaps Spideys?”You shook your head”What can I help you when then?”You took the test out of your pocket”Oiii!A little Stark or Spidey-“He immediately shut up when he saw the look on your face”Normally people are excited about this..”

A tear rolled down your cheek.Thor sat against is headboard and patted his chest.You laid your head on his chest”So..What do you wanna do now?”He asked”I don’t know..Maybe I should talk to Mom first..But I also need to tell Peter..”Thor thought for a moment.

“How about..I have an Idea that won’t give away your secret!But now let’s head to dinner,I’m starving”You laughed”Me too”

The whole team gathered at the dining table and ate.Thor knew it was now or never”So guys!I have a question!”Everyone looked at him”Uhm..So I wondered..Uhm..What do you guys think about..Kids..No!Babys”Tony raised an Eyebrow and looked at Jane.

“Don’t tell me you got her pregnant”Natasha bursted out laughing at Tony’s question”No-I.-“,”We maybe wanna plan for the future you know..So..We wanna have your opinion”Jade saved him”I think babies are a great thing”Bruce said.

“Not in my tower”Tony said”But..If they are being taken good care of?”Jade said,knowing it was you who is pregnant,taking it from the looks you and Thor gave each other in the past few minutes.

“No Foster-“,”Then it probably won’t be a problem.”Steve interrupted him,sensing something was off. “Steve’s right.We are all here so..I don’t see the problem”Wanda said,taking a bite from her food.

Tony rolled his eyes”No babies in this tower.And you two.No bingi boo”He pointed at Jane and Thor.His chooses words for sex made you laugh”My god Tony.Sex.The word is S.E.X”Natasha spelled it for him.

“I know Romanoff.But I already have enough to deal with these two so,No.Babies.Got it?”He glared at Thor.

”No i didn’t.Please i’m Asgardian”He leaned forward and had his hand behind his ear.You chuckled.Tony looked over at you and then back at Thor. “Alright.Something is very odd”

Wanda choked on her juice”That confirms it”He pointed at Wanda and looked at you.You looked at him”What does that have to do with ME?”Peter now looked in your direction.Tony was right,there was something odd going on.

Tony turned to Peter who was now staring at the table”Kid?”

There it was.A heartbeat.An addition one that was there.It came from you.The realisation hit him like a trunk”Oh fucking hell!”He said and looked at Wanda who just chuckled”What’s wrong?”Tony laid his hand on Peters shoulder.

“Uh-Uh n-nothing Mr.Stark”Peter’s hands began to sweat”Peter.”Tony said in a stern voice”The kid said it’s nothing so leave him be.Gosh Tony it’s to late for this crap”Steve said and rolled his eyes at Tony. “Fine.Fine”

After dinner you and Tony had to do the dishes.As you were rinsing the foam off the last plate you felt his stare on your head”Dad.What is it?”You asked without looking at him”Something is wrong.You know you can tell me anything,right?”You dried the plate,put it away and looked at him”I don’t think so”

With that you left and rushed to your room.God damn it.You closed the door behind you and leaned your forehead against it.

“When we’re you gonna tell me?”The familiar voice made you jump”Gosh Peter.Are you crazy?”You turned around and looked at him”Maybe..Anyway.Do i get an answer to my question or..?”You sighed.

“I just found out today.I went to Thor cause you weren’t there.I needed someone to talk..’m sorry”A tear escaped your eyes”Hey..No.no..no”He pulled you into a right hug”It’s okay..We..We’re gonna get trough this okay?I support you in whatever you decide.If you wanna keep it or not,I’m here for you regardless”

You smiled in the crotch of his neck”Thank you..”You whispered with a sniff.He pulled away and wiped your tears away”It’s okay.You wanna tell Mr-“,”No.Not yet.First my mom.Otherwise i’m not going to survive this”He nodded”Friday?Where’s my mom?”

“Mrs.Stark is in your sisters room”,”Thanks”You and Peter looked at each other and went to the Elevator. Gosh..You hoped she wouldn’t kill you for it.The Elevator opened again and you two walked out.

Morgan and Pepper were playing with her dolls when you watched them.Peter smiled.Morgan was the first one to spot you”Y/n!Peter!”She jumped up and hugged first you,then Peter.Pepper smiled at you.

“Mom..I-We-No..”Peter laid a hand on your shoulder. “Deep breath.”You nodded.She now sat up straight,looking at you.Morgan sat down next to her and did the same”I kind of..messed up..?”Pepper raised an Eyebrow.

“What did you set on fire?”She said,slightly smiling. “Maybe Dad soon”You said.She was now confused. “What?Honey,What is wrong?”She stood up.Your breath hitched in your throat”I’m..”Pepper kind of knew what you were about to say but didn’t wanted to believe it in the first moment.

“Pregnant”Peter ended your sentence.You shut your eyes.The room went silent.The only noise came from Morgan who was playing with her dolls again.Pepper didn’t say anything,she just took you into her arms”m sorry Mom”She stroke your hair and looked at Peter who stood awkwardly in the room.

She mouthed”It’s okay”To him and he immediately relaxed”Does Tony know?”You shook your head”What does daddy know?”Morgan asked.Pepper crouched down to her after pulling away from you”That he’s gonna be a grandparent and you an Aunt.”Her eyes widened”Y/n get’s a baby?”She understood a lot for her age”Yep..”Peter said,slightly swinging his body from the left to the right.

Morgan hugged you again”Thanks.Now I’m not the youngest anymore”She said smiling”Morg.You don’t even know if she wants to keep it”Pepper said,looking at you.You looked back at Peter”Like I said.I won’t decide anything in this.You have it in you,not me”He said,raising his hands.

You looked back at Pepper”I’ll..keep it”She smiled. “Then we still have to tell Tony”,”Tell me what?”Tony’s voice echoed through the room”uhm”You gulped and looked at Pepper for help”We were planning a party.For..an…”Pepper struggled”Announcement”Peter saved her”Yes.I didn’t catch the word”She said.

“Ah.Alright.When?”He leaned against the frame “Tomorrow night?”He nodded”I’ll arrange everything”

”Only the team”Pepper said.Tony nodded”Alright.I’ll inform the team.”

Tony walked out of the room and into the Elevator.He stopped at the living room stage and walked in. “Attention everyone!We are having a party tomorrow night..Or more an Announcement?I don’t know.Pepper told me that.So everyone be there at 8 pm.Only the team.”

-Skip to 7 pm next day-

You sat on your bed,looking at the rest in your hands.This was crazy.You also had an Ultrasound with Bruce an hour ago.Peter couldn’t hold back tears,which was adorable.Bruce promised to keep shut and told you,you are 10 weeks pregnant.

Peter got an Ultrasound picture,Pepper,Morgan also wanted one and one for Tony.There was a knock on your door”Yeah?”Wanda and Natasha came in. “Hey..Are you okay?”You nodded”So..?”Wanda asked.

“Peter knows..He is happy.Mom and Morgan are Happy..Now it’s just..”,”Tony”Nat said”He’ll be fine.We are all here.”Wanda took you in her arms”So.What do you wanna wear?”You shrugged”Casual?Not to much”

Wanda looked for something in your closet and showed it to you”How about this?”You nodded”That’s okay”

It was no question that you were nervous but..How long should you keep it a secret?Bruce is not a good secret keeper,nor is Peter or Morgan.

It was time.No running away now.The Party was more little but the team didn’t care.Clint and Bucky were talking at the bar,Steve was talking to Sam,Tony to Thor,probably giving him a lecture about the kids thing,Jane and Wanda were talking,Pepper was talking to Peter,Bruce sat on the couch,talking to Vision and Nat walked in with you.

All the attention was drawn to you”Y/n!”Peter said and walked over to you,giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.Tony rolled his eyes”So..?What is this announcement thing?”Bucky asked,taking a sip from his Whiskey”I would recommend we all sit down”Pepper said.

Now only you,Peter and Pepper still stood”Kiddos.Sit down.Pepper wants to tell us something.”Clint said.Pepper chuckled”Not really.”She sat down next to Tony.You panicked but remembered Peters words.

You took a deep breath”The whole Thor-Baby thing was because of me-Us-I don’t know.I’m pregnant and I’m keeping it”You talked so fast everyone needed a second to process.Tony stood up but fell down again.

“Dad!”Everyone gathered around him”Dad?Is everything okay?Can you hear me?!Dad?”He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.First at pepper,than at you and then at the rest.Pepper helped him sitting up.Peter already had you leaning against him.

Tony looked at you two,not sure what to say”The whole thing does make sense now.But-“

“Tony”Pepper said in a slightly warning tone.Tony looked at her”Let me talk out Pep”She sighed”I..Well.I know you two even tho I hate the idea of..”He pointed between you two”You know having sex”Pepper slapped his arm”What?!”,”It’s not about that my lord.Tony”Steve and Pepper helped tony up to his feet.

“I’m not mad”Tony said”Just..Kind of surprised by this”He said”Well then we are three”Peter said awkwardly laughing.Tony stepped forward to you and hugged you”That’s why peter swore at the breakfast.He sensed the heartbeat”Steve put 1&1 together.

Peter laughed”Yeah Kinda.”

Everyone congratulated you and Peter.

Steve and Wanda were right.The baby was in good hands.After 3 painful hours of birth,7 months later,you welcomed a baby girl into the world.Rose May Stark.You insisted on May because Rose had your last name.

Tony was full of love for the little girl.He was actually the one who babysit her when you and Peter needed a little time out or if you were busy.He loved his granddaughter and also got help by Morgan.

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I really don’t like the ending but I didn’t knew what else to write:/Probably later when it’s to late,I get an amazing Idea for the ending.I bet😀Anyway.Enjoy this angst/fluff Peter parker Imagine:))

[tomholland1996simp]

What happened?|| Peter parker

Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.

Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.

POV will keep switching throughout this.

Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.

Deep down inside you both like love each other.

“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.

“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-

“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.

‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.

“Don’t say that” You snap.

“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”

“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.

Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.

4 days later

Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.

He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.

He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?

“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.

y/n?

Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.

“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.

“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.

Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.

“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.

“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.

Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.

Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.

“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”

There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.

You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.

“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.

“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“

“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.

Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.

“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.

“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.

Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.

“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.

You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.

He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.

“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.

You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.

You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.

“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.

“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.

“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.

“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.

“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.

“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.

Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Peter Parker who takes you to go seeThe Nutcracker ballet every year for Christmas as a little ‘treat’ and it’s the best night ever

[importantnightwerewolf]

The Adopted Little Spider - Chapter 6: Avengers Babysitting (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1044538249-the-adopted-little-spider-chapter-6-avengers?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Betobros200 What if Tony Stark adopted Peter as a baby when he had no one else to take care of him and then in the process changes his life for the better. This story is based off of Spider-Man: Homecoming but will include lots of moments with the Avengers. Please comment and review:)