#peterparkerimagine

[burnthoneydrops]

Is That my Sweatshirt?

Synopsis: Peter as Spider-Man knows you, but you only know of Peter. So when Spider-Man shows up at your window, things get a little bit sticky. (gn! reader)

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, mention of blood/injuries/trying to stitch up a wound

Word Count: 1,425 A/N: Well here’s my first attempt at an imagine! Let me know what you think and feel free to request anything else you’d like to see! :)

You were seated at your desk, trying desperately to survive the horror that was your current math homework. Scratching the side of your head with the end of your pencil, you drifted off for a moment, noticing the rain that was softly tapping upon your window. The curtains were drawn, but the sound alone gave enough comfort to make up for the lack of visuals. When you looked back down at the textbook that was flopped open on your desk, the numbers and directions all blurring together, you decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. You slowly rubbed your hands up and down the sides of your face, pulling the skin lightly as you did so. Thunder rolled through, sounding so very close to your building and you flinched before running a hand through your hair and standing up. The rain grew louder against your window as you walked over to your bed, grabbing the sweatshirt you stole from Peter during your last homework “date” off the end.

Peter Parker must be the most oblivious boy on the planet. Not that you had tried to be outright with your feelings for him, but you definitely weren’t great at hiding it. Even Ned had asked you about it, and you couldn’t exactly not tell him. Especially not when he was hoarding the newest LEGO set from you and wouldn’t let you help him build it until you answered him. Now lunch periods were filled with wiggling eyebrows and suffocated laughter from the dark haired boy as Peter continued to look completely over your head. You just hoped that your death glares back at Ned weren’t as obvious as they felt. It’s not like Peter was around much to notice his two best friends bickering more than usual anyway, with him ditching classes and group hang outs more times than you could count with both hands. You tried not to show that you minded much, but making plans and then having them fall right out from under you was never fun. 

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you slipped the sweatshirt over your head, pulling your hair out from under the lining. You took a deep breath and noticed that Peter’s cologne was still stuck in the fabric, a light smile coming to your face as a result. You were brought out of your little daydream when the rain grew incredibly loud, almost as if targeting your window specifically. Lightly gliding your feet across the floor, you made your way over to the window, pulling the curtains back just slightly. What you saw might as well have given you a heart attack. There, staring straight back at you, was the one and only Spider-Man. He was precariously situated against your window, the thin ledge being the only thing keeping him from the ground. 

“Can I get some help here?” He called, the rain and the glass muffling it. 

You quickly moved forward, unlocking the window and pushing it open. Spider-Man crawled through, landing almost immediately on your floor. Well that’s going to leave a watermark, you thought, though not for long as you quickly remembered that the literal Spider-Man was now in your room. 

“Holy shit, are you ok?” You asked, noticing he was breathing heavily and holding his side. 

“Yeah just a little,” he paused to take a deep breath, “run in with some bad guys. You know how it is”. 

“Actually no but that’s besides the point,” you sighed, “Do you need medical attention?”

Spider-Man raised the hand that was attached to his side and revealed quite the stain of blood that had come through his suit. 

“I guess you could say that,” he tried to laugh. 

“That looks like it needs to be seen by a doctor, not someone in their apartment bedroom!” you hissed, trying not to wake up your parents. 

“No! No medical rooms, no hospitals, no nothing. Please,” he replied. 

“For god’s sake, ok fine. Stay here,” you said as you went to go grab whatever you could gather. 

“Yep, sounds like a plan,” Spider-Man muttered as you walked away. 

You raced to the bathroom, grabbing everything you could think of. How in the hell did this happen? You tried not to think about the circumstance too much, instead focusing on the fact that you had someone who needed looking after. After gathering as much as you could fit under your arms, you moved back to your room, Spider-Man still in the same spot you had left him in. 

“Do you think you could move up to my bed? It would make it easier than having you on the floor,” you asked, dumping the supplies in a pile. 

“Yeah just one,” he hissed as he tried to stand up, “never mind”.

“Here, let me help,” you moved over to him, putting his free arm over your shoulder and your arm around his side. 

Though it took some effort, you two eventually made it on your bed, laying him down as comfortably as you could while still being able to see the wound. 

“Ok, we’re going to have to get you out of that suit. Do you think you can do that?” You asked, looking over to see if there was an easy way out of it. He nodded his head yes, giving you permission to move forward. 

“Press the little icon at the front,” he instructed seemingly through gritted teeth. 

As you did so, the suit appeared to shrink, quickly removing itself from him. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that you now had a suitless Spider-Man on your bed. Looking at the now exposed wound a little closer, it looked like a series of cuts that were running along his side. It was as if some animal had slashed him with its claws. 

“How the hell did this even happen?” you questioned, not noticing that he continued to keep his mask on. 

“Some crazy new weapons the bad guys have now,” he responded, hissing slightly as you began to clean the area. 

“Sorry, forgot this might sting a little”. 

“A little, uh huh”. 

“There, now for some stitching,” you commented once you had finished cleaning the cuts. You grabbed the needle and thread, silently thanking whatever was above that your mother kept random medical supplies around. 

As you gingerly weaved the thread through the exposed skin, you couldn’t help but think about the hilarity of the situation at hand. No one would believe you if you chose to tell them. Peter and Ned might, but even you had to admit it sounded a little crazy, and you were the one living through it. Out of all the people the famed New York superhero could have chosen to go to, he chose to come to you. Whether or not he chose your apartment because of you specifically was a question for another time. 

“I think I’m done,” you sighed, putting the supplies back down in the pile and rubbing your hand over your forehead. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied. 

You scoffed, “yeah, no problem”. He sat up slightly, staring at you as if really looking at you for the first time. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, lightly joking, as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. 

“Well I did just kinda crash in here, so I didn’t really notice who exactly I was talking to”. 

“You’re saying you were fine with crashing into a complete stranger’s apartment at night when it’s raining?” “I could see your light was on!” he replied a little too quickly. 

Deciding now was not the time to question it, you shook your head. “Do you think you’ll be able to make it back without popping a stitch?” 

“Oh yeah, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve swung while healing,” he chuckled lightly. Spider-Man stood up carefully and tapped his suit again, this time making it fit back onto his body. He looked over at you once again. 

“Ok well, I guess you know where I live now so-”

“Is that my sweatshirt?” You had accidentally talked over each other. You looked at him for a moment, not sure if you heard what you thought you heard. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“Uh- nothing!” He exclaimed, having realised that he said that out loud, “I gotta go!” With that, he had opened your window and crawled out into the storm. 

You shook your head, beyond confused at this point. 

“What the hell just happened?”

[eddiemxnsons]

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[modernstoner]

Blood red, snow white| P.Parker

(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3

Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.

Warning: blood, angst

w/c: 360

The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.

Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.

Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?

Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.

“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.

“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.

“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.

Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.

Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.

You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.

Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.

You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.

Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.

“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.

A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.

The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Nothing Else Mattered

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Written: July 27th, 2021

Posted: July 27th, 2021

Warning: It gets pretty steamy. Finger sucking, Light choking. Making out, hickeys. No smut or touching.

Word Count: 1,297

Author’s Note: Peter is 18+ whenever I write for him. Feedback is ALWAYS Welcome!

Summary: Just a steamy, making out fic with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker Masterlist

“Little Stark!” Whirling around on your heels, you were greeted by Phil.

Raising a questioning eyebrow at him, you hummed quietly.

“We need you to go on this next mission.” He stated matter of factly.

“You do know my dad doesn’t want me to join the Avengers, right?” You questioned, placing your hands on your hips.

“Yes, but we don’t have a choice. We need all the help we can get.”

Letting the thought roll around in your mind, you came to a conclusion. “I’m in.”

—

Walking through the compound doors, you attempted to sneak in undetected by your dad.

“Y/N?”

Cursing under your breath, you twirled around to face the own of the voice. “Dad! Hey!”

“Yeah, what’re you doing here?” He questioned crossing his arms along his chest. “Is mom okay? Is she hurt? Are you-“

Rolling your eyes, a closed lip smile made it’s way upon your lips. “Mom’s fine.”

“What’s going on? I know for a fact, you aren’t staying here.” He raised an eyebrow in question.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you pondered what to say, opening and closing your mouth several times as the gears of your mind turned.

“Hey mister Stark.” Peter’s voice rang through your ears.

Somersaults began tumbling in your stomach, as heat danced along your cheeks.

“Oh,” Peter’s surprise was evident in his voice. His features softened when he glanced at you. “Hey, Y/N. I…I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, you and me both kid.” Tony chimed in bringing Peter’s attention back to him. “Is there something you need, kid?”

“Uh, I..” Peter frowned as he scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t remember..”

As both men before you, had their attention on one another, you slowly backed up before silently getting into the elevator and escaping your dad. For the moment.

Scoffing Tony, turned back to the direction you were previously in. Rolling his eyes, a groan passed his lips when he saw you had disappeared.

—

Putting your belongings away, you were startled by the sudden knock on your door. Before you could stop yourself, you were already responding.

“Uh, I’m not here!”

The sound of Peter’s chuckle made the somersaults return.

“Yeah, I can tell.” The smile upon his lips, evident in his voice.

Opening the door, you wrapped your hand around Peter’s wrist all but yanking him into your room. Shutting the door, you turned back towards Peter. A surprised gasp escaped your lips when you were met with a wall of muscle.

Heat returned to your cheeks, as your mouth suddenly became dry. With all the strength you could muster, you tore your eyes away from his biceps, meeting his awaiting eyes.

“I, uh.” His voice sounding flustered.

Smirking, you gathered yourself before taking a step towards Peter. “What? Cat got your tongue?” You questioned in the best sultry tone you could create.

Judging by Peter’s stiffening stance, you knew it worked.

Tuting, you began circling him. Reaching up, you allowed your hand to trace along his skin and shirt feather lightly, behind your steps. Once your rounded back to his front, you found Peter standing before you with his eyes closed and his head slightly tiled back. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking a step closer, you were chest to chest.

Lacing your hand in his loose curls, you gave him a harsh yet gently tug, earning a groan from peter. Smirking, you traced his jawline with your nose, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Nipping at the skin just below his ear, Peter’s hands jolted out grasping your hips. Not allowing your mind to catch on, your back was met with the coolness the wall offered.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Peter’s hoarse voice sang. His nose tracing the shell of your ear. Closing your eyes, you maneuvered your head to allow him access to the area as well as making yourself comfortable. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mouth began watering.

Placing one of his hands underneath your jaw, he firmed grasped your throat, making you look at him with widened eyes. This was new to the both of you. Everyone had made you aware of his feelings for you and vice versa. Whenever you were around each other, there was invisible electricity that coursed through the air. It seemed to grow with each time you and Peter were with one another. Neither of you acted on the strong feeling until now.

“Baby.” He commanded, causing you to open your eyes as the tumbling in your stomach reached high and low. “I asked you a question.” He taunted, nipping at your top lip while giving your throat a gently squeeze. Opening and closing your mouth, you were at a loss for words. As your mind raced, Peter mirrored your previous actions. Licking at the skin beneath your ear, he followed it with a nip as his hips pressed into yours trapping you between him and the wall. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as let it fall back as the wall allowed, while a pleasured gasp fell from your lips.

“Already drunk baby girl?” He questioned in your ear. His hot breath causing the hair on your arms to stand, while your heart began beating rapidly.

Your only response was a quiet hum.

“Aw.” He continued to taunt. His tongue darting out and tracing the shell of your ear, before meeting your tragus. Reaching up, you created crescent shapes in his shoulders.

Noticing your reaction, Peter lifted his thumb to your lips. Tracing along your bottom lip, he gently pulled the appendage before you got the hint allowing it entry into your mouth. Closing your lips around it, you began swirling your tongue around it in attempt to comment it to memory. Sucking gently, Peter let out a groan in response.

Laying his tongue flat, he licked the column of your throat, causing you both to moan in unison. Latching his lips to the skin beneath your jaw, he alternated between sucking and biting. Once he was content with the bruise forming, he moved on to create another one. After he was done, he removed his finger from your mouth, he placed both of his hands on the back of your head cradling you. Angling you about, Peter’s nose nudged yours. Placing a kiss to the corner of your lips, he kissed your chin giving it a gentle nip. Stiffening at the foreign feeling, your hands wound around his waist, closing any existing space between you.

Moaning quietly, you closed your eyes in the anticipation of a kiss. Peter’s tongue traced the seam of your lips, causing you to tighten your grip on him in response. Groaning at your actions, Peter placed a sweet kiss upon your lips. It was over much sooner than you would like, however it wasn’t much longer before it was heating up. Nipping at your top and bottom lip, he slotted his lips between yours. Pulling you back in, his tongue poked your lips asking for entrance. Opening your mouth, Peter tiled his head, allowing him better access. Snaking his tongue in, he lapped at your tongue, swirling around it while tracing along the creases of your mouth.

Peter began pulling away. Chasing after him, you closed your lips around his tongue lightly sucking. Another groan emitted from the man in front of you. After a few beats passed, you released him.

Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingled as you panted.

“That was..” Peter’s hoarse voice trailed off.

“Amazing.” You finished.

Placing a sweet chaste kiss to your lips, he opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Steve.

“You two better not be doing what I think you are!”

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[lillianofliterature]

word count: 818 || warnings: fluff, light language, friendly banter

You tapped your pencil impatiently against the hardbound textbook you had plopped open in your lap. Your eyes skimmed over passages and figures quickly and with growing impatience as the giggles of two teenage buffoons serenaded your homework-oriented mindset. Glancing up, you found both Peter and Ned sitting on the bottom bunk of Peter’s bed leaning over a laptop, gushing about the newest episode of The Mandalorian, which they had yet to watch. As much as you loved the show and wanted to catch up on the latest leaks, you wanted nothing more than to be done with this ridiculous last-minute group project your physics teacher had assigned you all.

Frustrated, you slid your textbook into the floor and flicked Peter on the shin to gain his attention. “Do I have to do everything here?”

Ned leaned away from Peter and offered you an apologetic, lopsided smile. “Sorry, (Y/n), it’s just so exciting! I can’t believe Ahsoka Tano is going to be fully fleshed in all her live-action glory! It’s going to be amazing. I’m so in love with her already.”

“Whoa, whoa, dude,” Peter thumped Ned on the leg, threatening him playfully. “I already called dibs.”

“As if Ahsoka Tano, the most badass character to ever come out of the Star Wars universe, would ever pick one of you two over Ewan McGregor. Or Pedro Pascal in Mandalorian armor.”

“Ouch,” Ned whimpered.

“Geez, (Y/n), that one hurt!” Peter exclaimed with a grin, nudging you with his foot.

Ned’s brows drew together and he cocked his face to the side in that funny way, as if he was about to deal a hefty burn. “Whoa, wait, did you just ship Obi-Wan Kenobi and Ahsoka Tano? ‘Cause, that’s kind of messed up. I mean, I know he’s hot and all, but-“

“Ewww, you did! You totally just did!”

You groaned, stretching your legs out onto the carpet in a feigned tantrum of exhaustion. “You guys know what I meant! I do not ship them! There’s not even a ship name for them because it’s the worst possible option for a ship.”

“So you’ve done the research?” Peter prodded, baiting your vicious sarcasm.

“Err, ser you’rve dern ther rerserch?” You mocked his voice shrilly, channeling your best Lore Soong impression. “No, you idiot, I just spend enough time on Tumblr to see ship names float around a thousand times before I even blink.”

“I mean, what kind of ship are we talking about, though? Because actually, if you think about it, they’ve got sort of a nice father-daughter or wise-uncle-and-spunky-niece thing going.”

“Okay, no, we’re not going down that rabbit hole,” you tucked your legs back over each other and gestured to the mess of textbooks, papers, and project parts littering the bedroom floor, “Let’s hurry up and get this done and then we can binge-watch the whole thing.”

Peter slid off his mattress and plopped himself next to you on the floor, reaching over your lap and bringing his shoulder intentionally close to yours. He grabbed your pencil pouch rather than his own that lay by his feet. You caught his grin as he did so, returning it with your own blushful smile. It was something he always did, especially during class. You supposed he liked borrowing your supplies and knick-knacks in the same way you enjoyed stealing his sweatshirts.

Ned stood from the bed, closed his laptop, and sat down in the black swivel chair by Peter’s desk. He returned to his designated task of gluing the pieces of your jet propulsion prototype for a few moments while you and Peter compared notes and started mocking up the explanatory essay that would detail the process of your group’s idea. It was just as you both got into a good rhythm of concentration when Ned let out a sharp gasp and turned back around to face you.

“Guys, I just realized something,” He whispered in awe, the glue gun poised in one hand and the metal plate in the other.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Since Anakin and the Child were born around roughly the same time, what if the Jedi Council chose the wrong one when they were looking for the Chosen One? What if Baby Yoda was supposed to bring balance to the Force instead of Anakin? And the entire franchise was the result of misidentification?”

“Ned!” You both exclaimed in unison, drawing his name out. Something about that felt very much like a spoiler—even if there was no confirmation about it publicly.

It was the best theory you’d heard so far about the Child’s purpose, but there would be a very temperamental Physics teacher with a bright red pen at his desk tomorrow waiting for procrastinating nerds like yourselves to come in with a half-completed project. The theories and fangirling would have to wait. . .at least for another hour until Aunt May would undoubtedly interrupt with snacks.

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[justsomewritingsandshit]

It Began In The Shooting Range - Part 6

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader

Length: 725 words

Warnings: more interrogations time, mentions of corrupt govt, avengers being suspicious 

Masterlist | Part 5 | You are here:)

The Avengers had once again congregated in their meeting room.

“So, are we going to address the amnesia-ridden heiress in the other room, or..?” Sam trailed off, looking at the other sober faces sitting along the conference table.

Tony, who was prayer-handing at the end of the table, piped up, “What else can we do here? Seriously?” He glanced at the others, looking for an answer on any of their faces. “She doesn’t remember what happened, and everything that she has said is truthful.”

“Actually,” Bruce interrupted, feeling the need to clarify, “She believes in everything she’s said.” He paused, before continuing, “That doesn’t necessarily negate the fact it might be a false statement to begin with, which she happens to believe in.”

Natasha nodded, her arms crossed as she sat cross-legged in her chair, “Also, she could just be tricking the original testing – throwing off lie detectors is easy when you know how.”

The former Winter-Soldier stretched out his neck, humming in agreement with his fellow ex-Soviet spy, “Well, tactically we can’t move on from here, until she remembers whatever it was that happened to her.” He clenched his metal fist absentmindedly, “So, unless we go over to Wakanda, to do some light memory probing…”

There was a defeated hush that descended onto the room.

Peter eventually broke the quiet, “Well, what about Wanda?” Blank looks were his only response. The boy shuffled uncomfortably in his chair, awkwardly trying to avoid the probing gazes of the older adults. “Or not… Not is good too…” He slumped down.

Steve nodded towards him, “No, go on.”

The youngest avenger perked up again, “Okay, um, well doesn’t Wanda have the ability to go through your memories?”

“You want me to what?” Wanda had been called into the fray; despite the fact she had put in paperwork for the month off. It had taken her near half a day to make her way back to headquarters. “Who even is she?”

Quietly, Natasha gestured Wanda off to the side. The pair spoke in the Sokovian language, the elder redhead making sure the younger redhead knew the full extent of their current situation. The two re-joined the group after a few minutes, now with a slightly more determined-looking Wanda.

Together Natasha, Wanda, Peter, and Bruce went to the holding room they had housed Y/N in.

The room was like a hotel room; beautifully decorated, but fairly sparse. A difference being that the occupant had no way of exiting – there were no windows and no handle on Y/N’s side of the door. (There were two hidden cameras in the room also, but knowing sleazy motels and hotels, that could be a possibility for those rooms too.)

From the screen to the left of the door, the gang could see that Y/N was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Bruce, ever polite, knocked on the door to announce his entry. “Miss Stark?” He poked his head in first, before opening it fully. He went in alone, hushing the disagreement Peter was about to give. “So, we came up with an idea…”

“You want me to let some random woman, who I don’t know-” Y/N turned to Wanda, who had been ushered into the room, “No offense, I’m sure you’re really chill.”

Wanda smiled softly at Y/N’s words, amused.

“-And also, can you say invasion of privacy?” She had turned back to the others, “Who are you, the United States government? Just want access to everything, do you?” Y/N froze, eyes widening as she leaned away slightly, thinking on her own words, “Oh my God!” In a horrified whisper she asked, “You… aren’t the government, are you? Not CIA? HMA? WTVC?”

Peter had no idea whom in the hell the last two agencies were, and neither did Natasha or Bruce, given their confused looks.

Peter coughed, “Um we’re not, uh, whoever that is.” He leaned closer to Y/N, speaking to her rather bluntly, “You don’t know what’s going on, and neither do we. Wanda has the power to show us what happened… Why not try it?”

Y/N’s eyes trailed over Peter’s face, looking for deceit of any kind. She did not find any. “Ok.” The smiles on the Avengers present were paused when she went on, “But, if we do this, I need to tell you some things I left out…”

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[thepeterfuckinparker]

miss. thompson — peter parker smut

Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.

Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL

Warnings: very smutty, rubbing, boners, wet things, annoying flash, kinda sex-in-school!!!

pt. 2

“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.

“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.

“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.

He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.

You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.

You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.

‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.

Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.

“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.

“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.

He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.

“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.

He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”

“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.

Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.

“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.

You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.

“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.

“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.

You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.

“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.

“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.

“Miss. Thompson!”

[colorfullfalls]

surprisingly for the better

Pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: after peter gets exposed, he has to go somewhere until it is all sorted out. that’s how he meets you

word count: 3k

author’s note: this took a whole afternoon and it’s the longest fanfic ive done. i hope you enjoy. 

after peter parker was exposed for being spiderman; he needed somewhere safe to stay until fury, happy, and may sorted everything out. they had sent him to a safe house for a week but they didn't want him to be alone. may decided that he needed to stay somewhere, with people.  may had no one she trusted besides your mother. they graduated highschool together and sort of kept in touch...so peter got sent to your house in a small county, so small that the ratio of people to livestock was about equivalent. 

peter whined to may about having to go. he resented having to run and hide, he wanted to help, not be sent off to people he hadn't seen since he was ten. may insisted so they drove for hours until they reached your residence.

peter had watched out the window as they passed land that met nothing to him. being so far from queens made him feel uneasy. it was so unfair that everything turned out this way. he finally admitted to mj how he felt and the second they had their first date, it was ruined by chaos. he really liked her and now he wouldn't be seeing her for days if not weeks. his summer was ruined, or so he thought. 

the second you opened the door with that beautiful and genuine smile of yours, he felt better. he internally scolded himself for thinking anything about you because mj was waiting at home for him. 

"welcome, let me help you with your bags." you were toothachingly sweet and he meekly nodded, following you into the house. the cows in your backfield were mooing at the new guests. sort of like dogs. 

you showed him where he would be staying and then around the house and farm to refresh his memory. as the day went on he felt himself at ease. he remembered how much fun you two had when you were kids and he eased into the farm atmosphere. 

the next day may left and he watched her go, a sad smile on his face as he waved. you came up behind him  and gently patted his back before going inside. he sighed and closely followed behind you. 

from that day on he followed you like a lost puppy. 

"where's y/n?" peter asked your mom. she was cutting up fruit for the sunday family meal. your family took their time together seriously so every sunday they all met up for dinner. it would be peter's first sunday meal and he was nervous. even more so that he could not find you. 

"oh, I sent her to the store to get more milk, I hadn't realized that we were out." 

peter frowned, he would have went to the store with you if you had asked. he would have wanted to go with you. he didn't like being at the house without you. it was odd. he leaned on you for support.

when the truck pulled in the driveway, peter was quick to greet you with a happy lopsided smile. he smiled at how pretty you looked when you opened the door, your hair was in a bun and your white sundress made you look heavenly. 

"parker, hello." you joked as you got out of the truck, dragging the milk with you. peter swiftly grabbed it from you. 

"you never told me you were leaving," he mumbled as you arrived at the door. 

you smiled sweetly and shook your head, "okay, guard dog."

when your family arrived they greeted peter and treated him like family. they were quick to notice that he was attached to your side and looked nervous unless it was you that was talking to him.

your grandma motioned for your mom to lean close to her, "I bet those two will end up together," 

your mom laughed and nodded knowingly. 

after two weeks of being there, peter was starting to second guess his crush on mj. he felt bad but he was beginning to neglect opening the snapchats from her because he was busy off doing fun things with you. he knew that it wasn't fair to mj but he didn't know what to do. he was put in an odd situation and he was stuck. 

he didn't want to drop mj but he certainly could not lead her on. he thought she was everything he could ever want until he met you. your sweet smile took his breath away and you were so easy to melt into. you welcomed him and made him feel better when it seemed that his world was crashing down. 

peter called mj one evening after you had gone to bed and explained that things were different now and that he thought it best if whatever they romantically had was finished. mj agreed, saying that it was hard not seeing him and it was better if they stayed friends. peter felt a weight life off his shoulders, guilt did not do good with him. 

peter was slowly but surely getting accustomed to your way of life. time was slow and he savored every moment. life surrounded by farms was calming and peter felt the anxiety wash away a little bit as a new day came. 

especially in you presence. 

'peter, you laughed out, "y-you got the hook stuck in your own freaking shirt!"

peter blushed as your nimble hands detangled the bobber and line from your brother's old hoodie that he was borrowing. when you offered to take him fishing he didn't think anything of it, it had to be easy... well, he was wrong and he quickly screwed up. you didn't mind, you thought it was cute when he was flustered. 

"how do you make fishing seem so easy?" he whined. you gave him an odd look as you handed him back his fishing pole. 

"well, I grew up doing it. I mean we would fish when you guys came down but its not like you do it regularly, and people have different skills, I mean I would face plant if I tried to swing around new york city like you do, spiderman." you teased. 

he thought about you with him in his home turf and it made him feel giddy. he loved being here with you but he wanted to show you his world too. he bit the inside of his lip as he thought about you two swinging around the city together. 

"we will swing around the city as soon as my name is cleared." 

"I would yell a lot." you warned, casting out into the pond, your hair flowing with the slight motion of the wind making peter swear that he would never see something more pure.

"yell all you want, love." he teased, throwing a worm from the bucket at you. you shook your finger at him in mock scolding before grabbing it from your hair and throwing it back in his direction. he easily dodged it, but picked it up and squatted down to put it on his hook. 

"do you miss being spiderman.. like actively doing patrol?"

peter quizzically looked up at you, "at times yes, but it's really nice being able to relax with you. the city is in constant motion but here," he looked out at the calm water and then went back to working on putting the warm on the hook, "there is all the time in the world. it's refreshing."

"I'm glad you like it here."

"I love it here."

you nodded, understand exactly what he was saying, "feel free to never leave, parker."

your words stuck with him for days. had you caught feeling for him like he had you? was the thought of him returning home painful too? the truth was that you had. you had crushed on him since you were little tykes running around your mom's legs. you knew that he had broken it off with mj but he reasoned that it was from the distance and time apart, so you could not count on that as proof that he liked you back. 

you thought you were obvious about it. you invited him to everything you did and you made sure he felt included. you would take him to do fun things just you two so that you could have alone time and you even let him sleep with your favorite blanket because he liked how soft it was. 

peter was such a good person and naturally good and you were drawn to him. it seemed that the two of you got along fine so why would a relationship not work? simple, you both were awkward and shy. neither of you wanted to make things weird by admitting feelings. 

it was barely the end of the first week of july when peter had snuck into you room for the first time. the first of many nights to come. that night you were fast asleep but you heard your door softly push open.

 the open windows allowed the moon to shine on his figure. he stood hesitantly, not sure if he should actually enter your room. his palms were sweaty as he tip toed to your bed. even in your sleepy state, you mentally awed at how cute he was. 

"pete," you sat up to rest on your elbows, " i'm awake." 

peter froze and went to walk out but you jumped out of bed and gently grabbed his forearm, leading him to sit on your bed. you grabbed his face in your hands and your heart broke at the tears that leaked from his brown doe eyes. 

"peter, please tell me what's going on." you kindly whispered, wiping the remaining tears. your gentle touch made him unwind. 

"nightmare,'" he whispered so softly that you barely heard it. 

"i'm sorry, bub. here, lay down." 

you waited for him to shuffle down and then wrapped the blankets around him. you climbed in behind him and you two laid in silence, unsure of what to do. you wanted to hold him because he was in pain but you did not want to overstep. you decided to go for it and slowly wrapped your arms around him, burrying your face in his back. 

peter turned so that he was facing you. your legs intertwined and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. he let the tears fall. he felt safe with you and his nightmare about tony didn't bother him as much, not when he was in the comfort of your arms.

your mom walked in your room the next morning to ask if you wanted to go get breakfast. she lightly gasped as she saw you and peter curled into eachother. you both looked so at peace. she cleared her throat and you both jumped up, alert. blushes danced across cheeks as you made eye contact. 

"get ready, we are getting breakfast, oh and i'm fine with this, as long as your dad doesnt find out." your mom winked, walking away. 

you and peter laughed awkwardly, getting out of bed and getting ready. 

at bob evans you two shared a booth as your mom and dad sat across from you. you were giggilng at something your dad said when you felt something touch your hand. peter gave you a nervous smile as he intertwined your hands together. you bit your lip to hide your grin. you and peter had moved onto a higher level without vocally saying so. 

days went on and you were more affectionate to eachother. hugs, pecks on the forehead or cheek, smitten smiles, and handholding. of course everyone noticed but they dared not to say a word.

peter practically slept in your bed everynight. it came to a point where it was silly to even think about peter not being your best friend. your friends had started to notice that wherever you went, peter went. you two were a pair the could not be seperated. it was cute. 

on a hot july afternoon, peter got a call from happy saying that he was cleared to come back. everything was fixed and quentin's assosiated were going to trial for everything. new york city wanted their spiderman back. peter missed home, but he didn't want to leave you, his sweet y/n. he would ask you to spend the rest of the summer vacation in new york with him. 

you two sat on the porch swing in the moonlight, a light blanket thrown around you two to keep warm from the brisk air. peter was acting odd, you had noticed. he was unusually quiet and more cuddly than usual. 

"peter, you've been weird all day, what's going on?"

peter  sighed as he brought you even closer to him, "happy called and i-uh- i can go back."

your heart froze and your throat closed up, he was leaving? you were so used to him around and you swore you two were close to admitting feelings. and it would all be thrown away due to him going home. of course you felt selfish for these thoughts but he had become an important aspect of you life. 

"oh"

"new york wants their spiderman back.."

you two sat in silence until you suddently turned and grabbed peter's chin, bringing his lips down to yours in a slow kiss. peter's eyes fluttered shut as you allowed himself to melt into you, like he always has. you pulled away and hugged him tight. 

"i really care about you, peter."

he was still stunned by the kiss and was struggling to form any words but he finally came to when he saw the panic in your eyes, "i love you and that may seem silly to say but we have just been inseperatable and i dont want to go without you," he rambled on.

"i love you too, but you have to go back to new york city, its your home-"

"that doesn't mean you cant come with me!"

you quirked your eyebrow at him, "go with you?"

peter stood up and paced, running his hands through his hair, "well yeah, i asked your parents if you could come with me for the rest of the summer and they agreed. you dont have to but i would love for you to let me show you my world."

you grinned, nodding, "i wiil join you."

soon you found yourself situated in the parker's apartment. you stayed in peter's room, which is where you would have ended up anymore. you two spent many nights whispering to eachother in his twin sized bed, giggling tiredly at the stupid things you two would say. 

he took you to Delmar's and you loved it. the subs were good and you liked the bantering between the owner and your favorite boy. the place often became a meet up place when he was out doing spiderman duties and wanted to meet for lunch.

you worried about him often at night. you refused to fall asleep unless he was home, meaning many nights you barely got any rest. it was worth it though. you loved peter and wanted to know that he was okay. it was refreshing to see you every night after he spent the evening around criminals. 

you got to meet ned and mj. meeting mj for the first time was scary and awkward because in a round about way he left her for you, but the circumstances were unfortunate. mj was sweet enough and you liked her, for the most part. you could tell that she had a small amount of distaste for you, understandably so. peter assured you that it was just how she came off to new people. 

ned loved you. you were so sweet to him and he felt so accepted. you also didn't mind his nerdy jokes with peter, which he really appreciated. peter was happy too and you were to thank. ned knew that it was awkward between mj and you, but he knew it would blow over. 

one night the four of you were having a movie night. ned had to go home so then it was left to the three of you. you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. when you came back you heard mj and peter talking. you froze, wanting to hear. 

"i just dont get how you can like someone so much and then two weeks later, move on." mj complained. 

"it wasn't like that, mj. my world was crashing down and i was sent to a farm. and it sucked, the whole situtaion sucked, but y/n made it better. she made it feel like home and she distracted me from the trauma that is my life. i am really sorry if i hurt you because i honestly liked you a lot. i spent the whole europe trip pinning after you, trust me, i liked you."

"then what changed? couldnt she have just been a good friend, not a girlfriend?"

peter sighed, "we didn't even date until the day before i came back. look, i knew that the time apart would make things weird between us and we just left off in such an odd way. we went on one date and then i was swooped away. mj, please."

"i like her, peter. she's sweet." 

you heard the door close and you stood behind the wall, wringing your fingers together. you had caused this. you should have backed off in the first place. 

"y/n?" peter asked behind you. 

you turned around with tears in your eyes, "i'm sorry."

peter enveloped you with his strong arms, "for what, love? hmm?"

"you never asked to be sent to my house and that led us two getting together and  mj is hurt now and i drove you away from her. i never want to be a homewrecker and now she just left and-"

peter gripped your chin and pulled it up, connecting you rlips much like your first kiss. you melted into it all the same. he pulled away and rested his head agaisnt yours. you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. 

"i'm utterly in love with you, y/n. im glad that shitty things happened because it led me to you, dont ever feel sorry." he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. you meekly nodded. 

"i love you peter, so much."

"i know, pretty girl." he grabbed your hand and twirled you around, making you giggle. 

Peter Parker was revealed as spiderman and his world changed, surprisingly for the better. 

[hufflepuffhollander]

by the light of a flame: a tom holland imagine

hello again! got a request to write a blurb-ish length bit where tom x reader are caught in a storm (just a platform for a shit ton of fluff)

this is another attempt at a one shot sans dialogue, all from tom’s point of view.

hope you love it!

no warnings here, just toothaching sweetness. (thank me later)

It was a rainy night.

Lightning bolts created a temporary daylight through the windows, thunder shook the walls. The power had gone out hours ago.

Tom lit the last flame of the arsenal of candles they’d splayed out across the coutertops, being careful to keep them away from the paintings she’d hung on the walls.

She walked into the den carrying a pile of blankets so high he could only see her eyebrows above it. She loved building blanket forts, he loved how much she loved something so innocent, so simple. It didn’t take much to keep her happy, and he did the absolute most to make sure she stayed that way. Never had he met anyone so enthralled with simplicity, full of raw, powerful emotion to share with the people she loved, only requiring a fraction of it back to be satiated.

He watched her hips sway side to side more so than usual, carrying the weight of the woven fleece. Her small frame continuing to carry her with grace, small curves and divots in her silhouette flowing smoothly with each stride. Step, after step, after step.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

He watched her like it was the first time he’d ever seen anyone move.

Arranging the blankets and couch cushions on the floor to her satisfaction, she walked over to him, taking his hands in hers, leading him to their safe haven amongst the candlelight. He pressed his fingers lightly into her soft palms, reveling in the warmth that they radiated up his arms, to his heart, through his whole body.

A pang of thunder made her shiver; his first instinct to hold her close until the reverb dissipated into the air. He sat down amongst the pillows, pulling her into his lap, perched up on one leg so he could see her face. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose ever so slightly into the hem of his shirt. He could smell the faint hint of shampoo in her hair, and it smelled like home.

Another clap of thunder, another strike of lightning slashed through the night. The rain teemed on their rooftop, the soft patter a soothing metronome to which he could feel her steady heartbeat with his hand wrapped around her side and onto her ribs. Drum, drum, drum.

So delicate. Be gentle.

She lifted her head up to meet his eyes right as the sky burst into another fleeting dazzle of yellow, and it highlighted the outline of her face, her jawbone, her cheek. By lightning or candlelight, she was lit up only for an instant, and he had to savor every millisecond that he could see her in full, taking in her soft features, loving the visible curvature of her smile. She always smiled at him like that; he couldn’t get enough.

They stayed this way, tucked under blankets and into each other, inhaling the mist in the air, exhaling soft words of affirmation. Quietly enough so the rain wouldn’t hear them, keeping them safe from the storm.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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&& that’s all she wrote! please let me know if you want to see more stuff like this! it’s my absolute favorite shit to write.

[writingtantrums]

Lost

Peter Parker swallowed thickly as he washed your blood off of his hands. He had told you to stay still, to not move, to do anything but follow him into the fight but as always, you didn’t listen. He choked back a sob as he remembered your limp body in his arms, a trickle of blood coming from your temple. If only you hadn’t followed him, that was on him. He should have taken you to safety instead of leaving you to fend for yourself, as buildings crumbled, guns blazing. Peter didn’t stop washing his hands, even as the water ran clear, because he still felt your blood in the cracks of his hands and under his fingernails. Your death seemed to cling to him and with that thought, he scrubbed harder. It was his fault, all his fault. There were so many things that he could have done to stop what had happened. After the blip he was so happy to see you again, he had promised you that nothing would ever happen to you and now he was eating his words. He hated that. He hated himself. With the water still running he sat on the floor of his bathroom and let himself cry, his heart aching for what was lost and what he would never get back. 

[haileygarciasunshine]

Nothing Good Happens after 2AM Masterlist

Created: 08/30/21

Last Updated: 08/30/21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: Discovering your new found powers from an infinity stone, you get an unexpected visit from the one and only Nick Furry. Leaving you with the choice of using your power for the greater good and helping those around you, or to continue living your normal life, you’re faced with the hardest decision of your life. Making new found friends, the decision has never been harder. Battling out of this world beings, witches, robots, and anything else, you’re still plagued with the thought do I? Don’t I? As you finally make up your mind, you’re thrown for a whirl wind, when Peter comes into your life. Unexpected feelings complicate things causing the question to come up once again. Do you give up everything you’ve ever know for a new way of life? Or do you pretend nothing changed and attempt a normal life?

A/N: If you want to be on my Taglist for this, please send me an ask or message me!

Chapter One

[indecember]

Colors | p.p x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader

Summary: When (Y/N) find out her best friend's identity, she would have never imagined what he was hiding from her all this time. She doesn't just feel betrayed, she can't forgive him.

Warnings: angst, sorry

Word count: 1276

A/N: felt inspired by the song Colours (stripped version) by Halsey and wrote a little short fic-song about it. Let me know what you think about it. Ps : french girl here, sorry if you any mistakes ♡

‘Everything is blue

His pills, his hands, his jeans’

“Oh, sweetheart!”

The woman immediately wrapped her arms as she saw your face. Her warmth embrace spread in your whole body. A weak smile crossed your face, even if your clothes were completely wet, while she squeezed you a little more.

“God, you must be freezing!” She said before letting you go. “Come on in.”

You entered the house you knew well while May closed the door. She hooked your coat and offered you a towel to dry the water soaking from your hair. 

"Here, take this." She added, handing you a clean sweater, before disappearing in the kitchen. "Your dad's going to kill me if you get back sick !"

"It was definitely warmer in Prague." 

Your eyes laid down on the large clothing which didn't belong to her, judging by the nerdy graphics written on it. 

"I didn't know you were coming over!" May hissed from the other room as you put the sweater on.

"I wanted to surprise you." You responded.

She then returned to the living room with two cups of tea. It will definitely help your frozen body.

"Thank you, May."

She always knew how to treat her guests. That’s the reason why you never felt like a stranger at the Parker’s and spent a lot of time here. Especially after the accident.

"Oh, stop." She smiled before sitting next to you. "So, how was Croatia?"

"It was incredible. The islands are incredibly beautiful and full of history." 

"Tell me about it, I read Hvar had lavender fields. Did you saw them?" She excitedly asked.

"No, we stayed only for a few hours there." 

She silently nodded before taking a sip of the hot beverage and you cleared your throat. One question was on your mind since you entered, but the answer seemed obvious.

"May? Um, his Pete here?"

"No... No, he went out with Ned."

Your hands clung firmly to the hot cup.

“But he’s going to be so happy you’re here, you know.” She said.

"Really?" 

"Of course, really. Why not?"

May frowned and you turned at the stormy sky. It was the worst day to be outside but realized you ran all the way from your house, under the smashing rain, to be here. You've landed an hour ago and your first thought was to be with them.

“Did something happen between you guys?”

Your eyes met May’s again.

“It’s- I just think there’s something different about Peter.” You finally confessed. 

May slightly sighed and put her tea down on the table.

“You’ve known each other since primary school and you’re in high school, now... You've been going through a lot of changes."

“No, that’s not it.”

It was subtle at first, so you didn’t see the point of talking about it. Peter seemed busy until he started to forget things: movie nights with Ned and MJ, Sunday’s breakfast at your place… Then, he missed your texts and calls. That’s when you started to get worried. However, his absence wasn’t the most painful above all.

The fact that he might keep something away from you was.

“It’s been months, May… He's changed.” Your voice slowly broke. “He's not the same person anymore."

‘And now I’m covered in the colors

Pull apart at the seams’

Peter was the very first friend you had; the shoulder you could cry on, the little boy who gave you is lunch after two kids bullying you throw yours in the toilets. He just didn’t propose to share his but offered you all of it. Peter was that kind of friend. Your family watched you grow up as your friendship became stronger. You remembered how happy you were.

Until your whole world fell apart, seven years ago.

Your mother’s death made you feel like nothing else matters. Everything became abruptly surrounded by darkness. You let yourself sink while your father was battling with his grief too. Your family tried to help you, just like May and Peter. You couldn’t find a way to support your own weight anymore and stayed in bed, for weeks. It took you months to see some hope at the end of the tunnel.

You fought and couldn’t be more grateful to everyone who constantly left you up. May and Peter represented such a big part of your life now. Nevertheless, you could feel it slipping away from you and wanted to be there for your best friend. He never let you down.

Not once.

“Do you know when he'll be back? I just need to speak with–“

But you were interrupted by a terrible noise.

“What was that?” You mumbled, surprised.

“Um, probably the thunder…”

“The thunder?”

You suspiciously looked at the women you considered yourself the closest to after your dad. 

What was going on? 

“Is there someone else with you?”

May opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

He was here.

And before she could find another excuse, you jumped from the couch and ran to the stairs. You urged to your best friend’s room, May right behind you.

“Wait, Y/N!” you heard before opening the door.

‘And it’s blue

And it’s blue’

You instantly noticed a slim figure standing near the open windows and recognized the young adolescent.

“Y/N…”

Peter looked like a mess, his face was covered with bruises and cuts. However, all your attention was focused on the costume he was wearing.

“I– I can explain everything, okay?” He muttered.

But you were confused by the blue and red mask Peter was holding in his hands.

It was him.

Your thoughts started to spin fast. Too fast.

“Honey–“

“This is what you were hiding from me. The entire time.” You difficultly spoke before glancing at May, trying to hold back your tears. “Both of you.”

It didn’t just hurt.

You felt betrayed as if you weren’t worth their trust.

“May doesn’t have anything to do with this… It was my decision.” Peter admitted.

You were now staring at each other.

“Please, just hear me out…” He insisted. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

‘Everything is gray

His hair, his smoke, his dreams’

He looked sincere, but you remained silent to his distress, heavily breathing. Why did it look like the walls were getting smaller? You reached the door’s handle in time as your vision blurred for a brief moment.

"Y/N, hey!"

Peter was suddenly in front of you while you were reaching for some air. His lips were moving, but no sound came to your ears. You sensed May's perfume, but couldn't see her. It was so dark. 

"Let's get her to the bed..."

You had to blink a few times and reality hit you back.  

"Don't, don't-"

"Are you okay?" 

He was worried. 

"No, don't... Touch me." 

"You need to sit down for a minute." He insisted.

"I said, stay away from me!"

He suddenly stopped when your scream resonated in the room. You were just as shock as him. It was the first time you've been yelling at him. It never happened. Not once. 

‘And now he’s so devoid of color

He don’t know what it means’

He suddenly stopped when your scream resonated in the room. You were just as shock as him. It was the first time you've been yelling at him. It never happened. Not once. 

“I- I need to get out of here.” 

You were crying. Staying was only making things worse. 

"Please, I didn't want you to get involved in all of this." Your best friend whispered.

How could you believe him?

"I can't stay here." You said between your sobs. 

All you think about was them lying to you as the last words left your mouth.

"I can't be around you anymore."

‘And he’s blue

And he’s blue’

[shesgayfor]

The Superhero with Fear

Summary: Requested! Peter is afraid of the dentist, but luckily he has help.

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark & Carol Danvers

TW: Dental, Anxiety

“Peter! We have to go, like now!” Tony was yelling down the hall where Peter’s room was. Peter was in his room, trying to figure out how to get out of the tower without Tony seeing him.

“Peter I’m not going to say it again, we have to go.” Tony was right up against his door this time, voice still at an obnoxious volume.

“No! I’m not going!” Peter was yelling back.

Tony jiggled the handle of the door, which was locked. “Pete come on.” Tony tried to soften his voice, but it didn’t really work. Tony sighed, then walked to where a group of Avengers were sitting in the common area. Steve, Carol and Bruce were gathered around, chatting nonsense.

“I need someone to help me get Peter out of his room.” Tony blankly stated. Everyone’s conversation ended abruptly as they all stared at Tony’s annoyed demeanor.

“What for Tony?” Steve questioned.

“Kid’s got a dentist appointment today and he doesn’t want to go.”

“Let me try.” Carol immediately stood up and walked to Peter’s room. She lightly knocked on the door letting him know who it was. A few seconds went by and Peter allowed Carol into the room.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” Carol carefully asked. Peter looked distraught, but he was more comfortable around Carol when it came to these kinds of things.

“I don’t want to go.” Peter explained.

“Why not bud?”

“I don’t like it.”

“No one does buddy, but if you don’t go, you’ll lose all your teeth.” Carol had a way of being caring while emitting sarcasm, which is where her and Tony differed.

“I don’t want that either!” Peter exclaimed.

“Of course you don’t! Want me to tag along?” She asked. Peter sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this. The most powerful Avenger was standing in front of him, she’d drag him there against his will one way or another.

“They’re gonna hurt me.” 

“You know I wouldn’t allow that.” 

“No but, I, I can’t.” He continued on.

“What else are you afraid of buddy?”

“The tools! The drill! Everything!” 

“Okay yeah good point. But if your teeth are fine, like I think they are, you don’t need the drill.” Carol explained.

“But what if I do.”

“Then you use your senses to numb yourself.”

“I can do that!?”

“I have no clue.” Carol laughed.

“This isn’t funny Ms. Danvers.”

“I know I’m sorry. There’s methods they have that will help buddy. Ways in which you don’t feel a thing.”

“H-how?”

“I don’t know specifically but they’re there. Want me to ask Tony?”

“No no! Please don’t ask Mr. Stark, he’s already annoyed at me.”

“Don’t worry about him.” Carol waved him off.

“If I don’t go today he’s gonna be mad.”

“I doubt it. Come on buddy I’ll go with you.” Carol offered her hand out to Peter, slowly releasing energy through her hands. This always made Peter smile, and it worked again this time.

“Okay.” Peter responded quietly, taking Carol’s open hand and trudging behind her.

“We’re ready Tony.” Carol told him. Tony’s eyes were wide as he saw Peter out of the room.

“Great! Let’s do it!” Tony, Carol and Peter all made their way to Tony’s Audi. The drive over is silent, no one wanting to say anything.

As they arrive, Tony checks Peter in as Carol and Peter take a seat in the waiting area.

“It’s gonna be okay Peter.” Carol whispers.

“Yeah yeah no, I think so too. I just, we’ll see!” He was rambling at this point.

“You’re checked in kid. You mind if I wait it out here? Ms. Danvers can accompany you if you want.” Tony offered. Carol shot Tony a what the fuck look, and Peter just looked nervous.

“Sure Mr. Stark, yeah! Ms. Danvers can come with!” Carol smiled at Peter trying to ease him.

“Mr. Parker?” A blonde, short woman called out.

“Let’s go bud.” Carol grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him up. He was physically resisting, but Carol was stronger so she managed to get him up. “Come on.” She whispered again.

“See you in a bit!” Tony was looking down at his electronic device waving off to Peter. Carol rolled her eyes at him.

The blonde woman lead them to an exam room, where Peter hesitantly took a seat on a chair in the middle of the room.

“Hi Peter, I’m going to be cleaning your teeth today okay?” The hygienist told Peter.

“O-Okay.” Peter rested himself back on the chair, forcing himself to relax. Carol was holding his hand, trying not to zap him with her energy.

The hygienist started preparing her tools and equipment, starting with gloves and a mask. She lowered the chair and adjusted the overhead light.

“Okay Peter, just say ah for me now!” She was trying her best to relax him. Peter slowly obeyed and the hygienist went to work. Peter’s legs were tangled into each other, tense as can be. Carol noticed and rubbed his hand softly. The hygienist worked quickly, as she looked around, poked his teeth and gums, and did a little bit of scraping too.

“Everything looks great Peter!” The hygienist happily spoke.

“T-Thanks.” He got managed to get out with tools in his mouth.

“Okay! Now I’m just going to finish the cleaning and you’ll be out of here!”

“You’re doing so well Peter.” Carol whispered. Both Carol and the hygienist appeared to be calming Peter down. It didn’t appear he had anything wrong with his teeth, and that was making him feel better. The hygienist broke out some more tools and went to work on Peter’s teeth. After about 20 minutes, she was finished with the full exam and cleaning.

“You’re all done Peter!” The hygienist began to rise the chair back up, and removed his purple bib around his neck.

“W-Wait really? That’s it? I’m all good?” Peter questioned.

“Yep! Your teeth are in good condition, there’s nothing more to take care of!” She told him enthusiastically.

“Wow! That’s amazing!” He was practically jumping out of the chair. Carol was giving him a proud parent look, as Peter continued to celebrate about his teeth.

“We’ll see you next time!” The hygienist told them as they both walked back to the front.

Tony was still looking unamused while browsing his phone. When he saw Peter and Carol walking towards him, he immediately shot up.

“Mr. Parker, how was it?” Tony joked.

“Um, f-fine Mr. Stark. All good, my teeth are great!” He happily replied.

“I told you kid, nothing to worry about.” Tony told him. Everyone shared a laugh as they exited the building.

“I don’t know why I was so afraid! It was kind of fun!” Peter exclaimed.

“I don’t know about fun.” Carol replied with suspicion.

“No Ms. Danvers it sort of was!” Carol laughed at him and nodded in response. “I’m glad I’m not afraid anymore!”

And with that, Peter went home to the Avengers tower and bragged to everyone how well his appointment went. Tony and Carol quietly smirking and feeling proud right behind him. 

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I hope this is okay! Oof! I tried my best with this haha thanks for the request! This was fast and super random so yeah!

@johnintheskywithdiamonds

[tomhollands-things-blog]

Hologram

Warnings: none

It was 3am.

I miss him.

I was wandering on the remote streets of New York,everyone was sleeping,the only noise heard was dogs barking,and some drunk people destroying themselves.

1 week,2 weeks,1 month,2 and 3 months without him.

I counted in my head,I then stood still and observed-for the first time- the small things.The small flowers,which were watered a lot of time ago were dried now.I saw the big skyscrapers,the trees,the sky,the stars.

But I didn't feel anything.I felt just numb,I felt like I was walking around a circle over and over,waiting for something to appear.

But he didn't appear.

I heard my phone buzzing,aunt May was calling,but I ignored the call.

I still live with the hope that he could come back.I came across a big wall,with colourful flowers,and him painted.

I miss him.But he didn't come back.

[marvelblahh]

Peter, baby...

Pete and you try something new in bed and it’s wonderful

Warnings: smut, swearing, also first time writing smut ~shrug~ and I didn’t proof read this... also Pete is 18+ (as always when I write) that’s all

Usually, Peter was a gentle lover who would whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he made love to you gently- tonight that was not the case. Peter’s soft touch was replaced with a tight grip on your hip, and his sweet words were replaced with groans as he fucked into you. Your hands were tangled in his brown curls, tugging; begging to be fucked harder. Your silent request was fulfilled as he lifted your legs above his shoulders and rammed his cock deeper into you. Soft coos escaped your lips and echoed through your apartment. The sight of Peter’s face scrunched in pleasure made your pussy drip. All too soon, Peter pulled his cock out of your wet core, which was followed by a whine at the empty feeling. Your pouting didn’t last long though, Peter forcefully grabbed your hips and flipped you on all fours and slammed his cock into your warm cunt. He was thrusting into you so deeply, you could feel him in your stomach. Peter grabbed the back of your ponytail and lifted your head towards him, still fucking you from behind. You felt his hot breath on the back of your ear and moaned at the sensation. “You like being fucked like this, don’t you? You slut” your moans and slapping skin filled the room, your pussy was soaked and you wanted to cum so badly. Peter let go of your hair and pushed your head back down into the mattress. He lifted his hand and smacked your ass, leaving a print. He repeated this action until your skin was covered in red. “You’ve been so naughty, Y/N. Someone needs to teach you a lesson.” He growled. You moaned into the mattress as a response. Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach forming. Peter feels your cunt tighten around him, and fucks you harder. Your pussy clenches around him and Peter’s thrusts become sloppy as you release around him- his cum shooting into you. You both flip onto your backs, completely naked and covered in sweat. “How was that?” He said breathily. “Peter, baby...” you giggle. “So good. I love you.” “I love you too, let’s get some sleep.” “Okay bug man, goodnight.”