#peterparkerimagines

[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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[theshakykid]

Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)

Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.

Warning: Angst? Might trigger some, but I believe it's quite PG.

Peter was quite stressed lately. At least, that's what you told yourself for the past few months. He didn't talk to you for longer than a few minutes, and the last time you kissed was 4 months back, when he was drunk.

He was more distant, and it felt as though he gave up on your relationship. It hurt, but you always found a random excuse to forgive him.

You were a Hydra experiment, and had killed a lot of people in your younger days. It was Peter and Tony who helped nurse you back to health. Half of the Avengers doubted your sanity, and the other half always sent you looks of pity. It was Peter who looked at you as a friend, and it hurt when he was ignoring you now.

For the first 2 years of your marriage, everything was fine. Peter wanted a family with you, and everything was going great. But it all went down the drain after your 3rd wedding anniversary.

It all started when you heard him talk to his friends about you at a bar, few days after your anniversary.

You just returned from the washroom, when you heard one of Peter's friends say, "Isn't it annoying when your girlfriend steals all your clothes? I find it aggravating! It's like they don't have clothes of their own!" "Exactly! I buy her clothes every month, and she still steals mine!" said another. "Hey, what about you Peter? It must be infuriating. 3 years plus all those years of dating! I bet most of your clothes are hers now."

You smiled, hoping Peter would correct their statements. Your hand was still on the knob, waiting to open the door as soon as she hears Peter support her (along with all their girlfriends).

"Yeah, uhm, it's really annoying," Peter added. "I have to buy clothes every week to keep up." His friends chuckled at his remark, but your heart broke a little that day.

You placed all his clothes back in his drawer the next day. He could've at least told you that he didn't like it. It was the fact that he had to suffer all those years of you stealing his clothes without telling you which hurt you the most, not that he found it annoying.

The second time he broke your heart was when he stopped his morning kisses. He woke up one morning, and left for work without a note, or a kiss. You excused that one time because you thought it must've been an emergency. But it hurt when he stopped it altogether.

Soon, he started to become more distant. He didn't acknowledge you waiting for him till 4 in the morning, because he was busy partying with his 'friends'. He didn't invite you for his business parties, though all of his colleagues came with their significant others. He stopped talking to you, unless it was for things which required your answer (such as laundry, food and cleaning). He didn't tell you bye when he left for work, and stopped giving you kisses.

It felt as though you were strangers. The only time you felt close is at nights, when you both slept in the same bed. But even that didn't last long. He moved to the guest bedroom, telling that he wanted a separate room for work.

You started crying to sleep after that.

In the mornings, you walked around lifeless. You started thinking that there was something wrong with you. Maybe it was because of how you looked.

It's that thought that led you to stop eating. You wanted to appear thin and beautiful like those models you see on advertisements. Peter didn't suspect a thing. It was as though you were not a part of his life anymore.

You started becoming thinner. Your magic (given to you by Hydra) helped you look quite healthy, while your inner health deteriorated. Nobody noticed anything different, because to them, you looked perfectly normal. You learned to smile even when you weren't happy.

"(Y/N) I'll be going out with my friends today, so you don't have to make dinner for me," Peter said, opening the front door.

"But... today is your birthday..." you replied.

"And?"

"And I thought maybe we could celebrate it... together."

Peter stared at you for a few minutes. "I promised I'd celebrate with them," he said at the end.

"But after we got married, you always celebrate it with them! Peter, do you remember the last time we went out on a date? The last time you stopped just to ask me if I was okay? Wh... What happened to us? Is it me? I don't know because you never talk to me!" You didn't mean to tell all that to him, but you've been holding it in for too long.

"I don't care alright, I don't care! It's my birthday, and it's my wish who I spend it with. Now you're just being clingy, you're not the only person in my life, I have others too," he yelled. He looked like he didn't feel any guilt for what he just said. He looked like he meant every single word.

And he yelled! He never yelled at you, because he knew it brought back memories from the time you were in Hydra.

It was like you were back in square one. You felt shattered, and fragile. You knew you were broken. Again. But this time you had no Peter to help you.

PART 2 COMING SOON!

(Any constructive criticism is welcome, English is my second language 😊)

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Head And Shoulders boy

Dedicated to the actual head and shoulders boy I've made eye contact with in the shampoo isle and nope we didnt talk, he just looked at me for 5 seconds then looked back at his head and shoulders shampoo 👍 (can u feel my pain?)

ANYWAYS

You stumbled upon a confused boy who read the name of a shampoo brand incorrectly.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Status: strangers to friends (friends into loversss then strangers agaiIiiIIiIn, sry ignore this, it has nothing to do with the fic. I just remembered that TikTok song lmao BACK TO READING-)

disclaimer: the story's placed in the middle of the pandemic

"Cherry tomatoes, check. Tangerines, check. Chocolate chips, check. Matcha tea, check." Y/n listed off her fairly large list of food items as she was subconsciously walking with her trolly.

"Oh shoot the shampoo!" She remembered. Checking her list one last time and occasionally looking through the isles.

"Oooh cookies" of course, she gets distracted, again.

"Aunt May, why can't we just get frozen pizza and get it over with?" Peter whined, not really digging the cooking at home food. Mainly coz may only knows how to perfect one dish, and he got a little tired of it.

"Peter, how many times do I have to tell you, we cannot always eat frozen foods it's not healthy" May reminded him

"But what about orderi- never mind" he grumbled remembering that they're in a middle of a pandemic and they couldn't just order anytime they wanted to, they even had specific days for people to go shopping.

"Mhmm" she agreed, knowing what he was gonna say.

"Wait, May what is this?" Peters asked only now noticing the new item his aunt picked out.

"Oh, these are capers" she replied "they're pickled flower buds" may explained putting back in the trolly

"whAT??" Peters voice was horrified and in utter disgust.

"It's used for the chicken piccata! Remember? The pasta you used to loVE when you were younger" may tried to reason with him but she knew once Peter was grumpy, he'd be grumpy for the rest of the trip. Unless you gave him apple juice.

She also knew her nephew was tired, online schooling has been messing both of them up. Peters been getting even more headaches now due to the enormous amount of screen time, and his heightened senses didn't do him justice. And now may had to work online as well or maybe get extra work hours due to the loss of staff. So she knew she couldn't judge him right now nor scold at him for this behaviour

"Peter honey, why don't you go get the toiletries?" She asked kindly.

"Okay" his voice was quiet, exhausted and thinly laced in regret. He didn't want to snap at may like that, or whine his ass off but exhaustion took over. "Sorry for shouting" he whispered, his head hung low as he walked away.

"It's okay sweetie"

after a few minutes he found the isle, with a girl examining the shelves. he didn't think much of it and carried on with his mission.

"Okay, what do I need? shampoo aaand oh that body wash" Peter remembered, getting his items and putting it in a small basket he found on the way here. His phone buzzed alerting him that he has a text, but it was a different kind of buzz. It was the buzz he specifically put for his aunt so in case there's any emergency or something she wanted from him, he'd know.

Even though it may seem as if he's a little paranoid, he's been like this ever since uncle ben's incident. And it didn't help the fact that he's a superhero, so every person that knows or does not know his secret is in danger. I mean, can you blame him?

he took his phone out of his pocket and checked the message.

can you also get my shampoo? its from a brand called L'Oreal, thank you :)

"L'Oreal?" he whispered to himself, searching the rows of shampoo brands. Then noticing a y/h/c haired girl to his right, she looked about his age, but he couldnt really tell due to the mask. Her y/e/c eyes were sparkling from the light that reflected off her pupils, he couldnt help but notice her silver butterfly necklace that rested perfectly on her clavicle which matched her white dress that had butterflies littered all around it. he liked her style. once he realized he was staring for too long, he quickly tared his gaze off of her and looked for this lo-somthing brand.

"Lo-real? what is lo-real" he kept mumbling under his breath, but the girl beside him managed to catch it. she giggled softly before turning to him

"i think you mean L'Oreal?" she gave a breathy laugh, shaking her head at his quizzical expression. "the brand, you pronounced it incorrectly." she smiled, highly doubting he could see it, but when she saw his mask stretch and little crinkles formed in the corner of his honeyed eyes, she realized she was mistaken.

y/n cursed at herself for looking at the boy gushingly, and for swooning over his luscious brown curls that look very welcoming "its Lori-El" she smiled again, looking back at her section of the isle to find an item from that so called brand.

peter gulped, he did not expect the girl he was shamelessly admiring two minutes ago talk to him, let alone tell him he pronounced a freaking brand wrong?!

"o-oh" he stammered "t-thank you" he took the shampoo from her hand, lightly grazing her soft warm skin sending shivers down his spine.

"but im not sure if this is the type you want though, there are a lot to choose from" she chuckled nervously, gesturing to the isle.

y/n could smell the freshly sprayed perfume when the boy walked closer to her to look at the items, its as if it consumed her and she didn't mind at all . But she immediately remembered the covid guidelines and walked a few steps back away from him, already regretting it to due to the lack of warmth she felt when she was close to him.

"uh yeah no i think this is okay, thanks again" he nodded, giving her one of his signature Peter Parker smiles.

"you're welcome"

peter felt this odd yet refreshing feeling wash over him, ever since covid hit he couldnt really do much. only talking to his friends, study, eat, sleep, wake up 10 minutes late, and repeat. so talking to someone, well not just someone, her, felt really refreshing.

"well...i gotta get going" y/n smiled apologetically, she didn't wanna go. but responsibilities really said were keeping you busy.

"oh, okay" peter tried so hard not to sound disappointed "thanks for the shampoo" he chuckled

"no problem" she smiled. "well, i'll see you later i guess?"

"i guess so, bye butterfly" peter said absentmindedly but not even seconds later he realized what he said causing both of their eyes to bulge "i- i mean well you are wearing a- and your dress is- forget it im so sorry" he stuttered, cursing at himself for the 23240th time today

y/n's heart fluttered, she's never been called a butterfly before. she loved it. her heart sped up from the incredibly handsome stranger infront of her calling her by her favourite species.

"i-it's no problem" her smile widening by the second "i kinda like it" she laughed.

peter stared at her for a second, taking a little longer to process what she said than when he talks to people, since he was always so caught up staring at her in awe all the time. but he laughed with her.

"peter?" aunt may called him out of nowhere.

"shit. well, i gotta go to" he pointed at the end of the isle, silently telling her the woman was calling him. y/n nodded in understanding, walking back slowly, not ready to leave him yet.

peter hesitated at first but he decided to just do it by saying "bye butterfly" again then he sprinted to the end of the isle, too shy and flustered to even look at her but that didnt stop him from hearing what she was about to say next.

"bye head and shoulders boy!" she said laughing at the end, making him laugh as well. her laugh really was contagious. but before turning to leave he remembered something

"wait!" he called out taking the what he ow knows as L'Oreal shampoo. y/n stopped in her tracks turning around to meet his eyes once more

"this is the 3 in one, right?"

i know, i know this was poorly written BUT i had to get that head and shoulders boy out of my lmao

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

[peterspideyy]

sick baby 

summary - peter is sick on your 1st anniversary, and is super upset that your not doing what he was planning to do. but, you go over to his house and spend the day with him.

warnings - may be some swearing, mainly fluff

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i feel disgusting

i don’t think i’m going into school today :(

i shouldn’t of ate that fish ned told me to eat last night, i’m honestly going to kill him

i had so many plans for us today as well, and i’m so sorry

call me please❤️

you woke up to peter texting you and that you had 7 missed calls from him. you didn’t bother texting him back, and decided to call him instead.

“ughh babeee.” peter groaned through the phone, making you frown at how weak he sounded.

“it’s okay pete. we can have our anniversary tomorrow.”

“i know, but it won’t be the same. i’m so so sorry love.” you could sense he was pouting behind the phone.

“it will be! actually i think i’m going to ditch school too, and then i can come and visit my baby for the day, does that sound good?”

there was a moment of silence, before peter groaned out in pain, making you laugh a bit.

“i take that as a yes? i’ll see you in a minute.”

“m’kay.” peter replied, before you ended the call with a ‘i love you.’ you grabbed some light snacks at your corner shop, before catching a taxi to peter’s apartment.

once you arrived at peters front door, you used your spare key to enter. you knew may wouldn’t be home, as she would probably be in work. once you called out peter’s name, you instantly heard him groan from his bedroom.

“hey pete, i’ve got some water and some light snacks. i think you need something to drink,” you spoke, before pulling the covers back to reveal a shirtless peter, “how do you look so handsome when your sick? i look like a potato when i get food poisoning!”

“you always look beautiful.”

“that’s just your sickness talking.” you teased, before he sighed and pulled you into his bed.

“i would kiss you right now, but i have sick in my mouth.”

“yeah, don’t do that.” you laughed, before snuggling into his chest.

eventually you both fell asleep in each other’s arms and enjoying each other’s warmth. you could get used to this.

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a/n

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[missyoumaybank]

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[decaffeinated-orange]

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[losttinwritings]

period cramps

[Tom Holland x afab!Reader] [772 words]

SUMMARY: you boyfriend, tom holland helps you when you're on your period.

WARNINGS: just fluff.

i lay in a fetal position underneath the covers of mine and tom's queen-sized bed groaning, as the cramps in my abdomen continued to annoy me.

as you may of already guessed, mother nature decided to pay me a visit, while my boyfriend, tom holland is currently on the set of spiderman: far from home filming.

all i want is for him to be home with me in the apartment to give me cuddles and maybe even get me some chocolate. but clearly that won't be happening for a while as he has to work.

I sighed sadly, before reajusting my position on the bed to be more comfortable as I flicked through the channels of the television in front of me.

the heat pack i had placed on me earlier that morning, had fallen off and landed beside me onto the warm cotton covers.

I groaned inaudibly, as I then turned over onto my side before I then manouvered my hand towards the beside table to grab my phone.

once I grabbed it, I pressed my finger onto the home button. the bright light of the screen slightly blinding me as it then turned it self on.

i then smiled, once my eyes landed on my lock screen photo. it was photo of me and tom at disneyland. his arms were wrapped firmly around my waist as I had one of my arms around his neck. i was also wearing minnie mouse ears while he had mickey ones.

that was also the day where I literally spilt strawberry ice cream all over my disney shirt. in fact it was right after taking that photo that it happened.

i smiled once more, before pressing onto the messaging app, then into both mine and my boyfriend, tom's messages we shared together.

messages with "spiderboi💗"

(bold is Tom. Italics is you)

hey babe 😘

hey,

you feeling any better?

💗

yeah, my cramps

are still killing me 💀

that sucks.

anyway, i just

finished up with filming

for the day and am about

to head home.

want me to get you anything?

🤔

alright, get home fast

please. I just want to

cuddle with you 😥

oh and get me

some chocolate

too thanks.

white or regular

chocolate? 🍫

white please.

ok im heading off now.

love you y/n x 😘💗

love you too. 💗

I clicked out of the messages before placing my phone back onto the beside table closest to me. the cramps in my abdomen still not having subsided yet.

I just hoped tom got here soon, cause I don't know how much longer I can last with this unbearable period pain.

just as I sat up in bed, and flicked on the television to 'stranger things' I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the staircase and towards our bedroom. I could easily recognise those footsteps as tom's.

he then entered the bedroom and as soon as he spotted me. he then rushed right over towards where I was currently situated atop of our bed. a shopping bag held in his grasp as well.

"y/n, you still feeling good?" he asked, worryingly. setting the bag of chocolates upon one of the bedside tables. I just nodded, only wanting for him to come near me so we could cuddle and watch stranger things. as well as eating chocolate.

tom then lowered himself down onto the bed, propping himself up in front of the pillows in the process. before I then shifted my spot on the bed to right next to him. where my head lay atop his chest, so I could hear his heartbeat and I snuggled closer into him.

he then moved his arms around me and rested his own head onto the headboard of our bed. as both each of our eyes drifted across the tv screen.

"I love you, y/n." the native of southwest london told me quietly.

"I love you too, tom." I managed to say, my mind now fully off of the pain in my lower region, as our eyes stayed on the images playing out on the tv screen.

it's moments like these i love. when it's just me and tom laying together, legs intertwined, cuddling and watching television together.

how did I get so lucky to end up with someone like him?

[kelieah]

pls read ily

hi loves i love to write and i usually write on wattpad but i feel like nobody sees my stories :( should i write on here more often? i love to write abt spiderman, tom holland, star wars, shawn mendes etc etc. if anyone has requests or questions pls send! and pls help me out if u want, i would love to write more 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[karlnapsity]

hello.

if you're at all reading this right now.

it was written before i had been killed by Tom's sexiness in his latest photoshoot.

[ooftherails]

j’taime 🥀🌷

Word Count: roughly 1676

Summary: Peter breaks up your friendship for no apparent reason.

A/N: You’re french oop.

You sat alone at your lunch table. A few weeks ago you had friends. You had somebody. Peter had been your best friend since 5th grade. It was amazing how in a matter of seconds anything can happen. Peter just suddenly stopped talking to you. It seemed like Ned was your replacement "enfant stupide." (Stupid kid) you muttered as you ate your sandwich. "Who, Peter..?' You jumped, scared. it was Michelle. You sighed and nodded. Michelle shrugged and spoke up, "I don't know half of what you just said but it seemed hostile.. Not that I care." You continued eating your sandwich, thinking of peter, you knew you had grown feelings; strong ones.

It had become more than a silly crush but you brushed it off. "Its nothing.." you muttered as michelle rolled her eyes and left. 'Why me..? What did I do..?' You thought as you packed you book in your backpack. Making eye contact with Peter, you quickly looked away and leave the cafeteria. Peter shook his head and continued talking to Ned.

Homework had been a big part of Your daily schedule and you never left it for something else. How else were you supposed to get into your favourite college..? Yet, the impossible seemed possible. "It'll be fun.." your friend spoke whilst you huffed on the other end of the phone. "I don't think so.." You responded as you played with a strand of your hair "I have homewo-." Your friend interrupted You “Homework. Blah blah, whats a bit of work when we could go have some fun..?" You sighed and nodded your head. Although your friend couldn't see you. "I'll be there, goodbye." You hung up and sighed, in frustration this time. Getting up, you stretched. 'Great, why do I agree to such things..?' You thought. Stalking toward your closet, you picked out some shorts and a yellow blouse. You was determined to have a fun night although it wasn't your scene. Looking around, you grab ‘Forget me' a book you were determined to finish.

Loud music could be heard and the smell of alcohol was faint but nonetheless could be picked up as you drove through the unfamiliar neighbourhood. Finally reaching the house, You park to the side. Since the houses parking lot is filled to the brim with cars, you can't really park there. Quickly spoting your friend on the lawn, You get out of the car and jog towards her. "hey..!" Your friend shouted making you roll your eyes playfully. "Whats the point of this..?" You asked as you forced a smile. “Listen.." Your friend paused and looked at you seriously. "We're teenagers, live a little. Get yourself out there." You sighed whilst hearing your closest friend talk. "Anyway, I'm gonna go, see ya (nickname)." That little nickname made your heart pang with hurt. Peter used to call you That. You shook your head in sadness and made your way towards the front door. Opening the door, right there and then, your eyes met with Peters'. His glare was impossible to miss. You whimpered quietly and walked towards the living room. "Penis Parker, what's up? So where's your pal Spider-Man? Let me guess: In Canada with your imaginary girlfriend? Oh wait, that's not Spider-Man. That's just Ned in a red shirt" Flash simply pissed you off. The tears built up in your eyes had gone away as anger began to fill you. "Shut up..!" You shouted making Flash stop his djaying. "You keep saying all of this shit yet what are you good for..?" Flash scoffed and kept on djaying, not saying another word. Suddenly, Peter grabbed your shoulder roughly and led you to an unoccoupied bathroom. "What's your deal?!" He sneers "What's your problem?!" You snaps back. This had been the first time in weeks he had spoken to you. "I don't get it, why the fuck are you sticking up for me, so you can break me down all over again..?!" He replies. "W-what are you talking about..?" You were genuinely confused. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let him see the damage he had caused. "Oh I don't know, that i'm an insolent idiot and more naive than a baby..? How could you do that..?!?" You paused and your eyes widened as you realised what he was talking about.

—Flashback—

You aren’t the gossip type yet you seem to get dragged into it all the time. Flash had spread rumours that you supposedly liked him. You snort. "Please, I would never have a crush on such an insolent idiot. That guy is more naive than a baby. Yea he likes me and we’re friends but I would never like him back" You knew no one could hear what you said or they would tell Flash. Yet, Peter was there listening to the conversation. It was by accident. The poor kid was looking for a trash can. The paper ball in his hand crumpled as he squeezed in anger, sadness, and disappointment. He couldn't believe what his best friend was saying behind his back. Of course it wasn't about him but he thought otherwise. He never heard the word 'Flash' or anything apart from the insult. He had a crush on you and Flash-your friend- accidentally found out so thats why he thought it was about him. It was stupid, really. Ever since then, Peter cut off all connections and led on with his life.

—Flashback Over—

"Peter, I—" You pause, struggling to get the words out. "I wasn't talk-." Peter interrupts you "I fucking hate you!!" He pushes you. whimper leave your mouth and Peter's eyes suddenly turn soft as if he just realises what he did. "Oh m-my god I." You storm out of the bathroom and leave without turning back for some fresh air. getting in your car, you go to the first place that crosses your mind; the place where you would always go with Parker, which was a specific bench in a nearby park. The blinking lights of the streets glare on your window; it had rained that day.

You pulled up at the park and left your car, locking it behind you. The fresh smell of wet leaves bring back memories of the old times. "What the hell happened..?" You muttered sadly.

You walk over to the unoccupied bench which was surprisingly dry. Sitting down, you gets lost in thought. You finally snap back when someone taps her shoulder. Surprised, you look over, "S-Spiderman?" You ask; startled. After You stormed out, Peter decided to follow you, as Spider-man though. He didin't want to fight. "you come here too..?" he asks. You slowly nods, looking down  at your feet, "well.. I used to, I don't really pass by here anymore.." You whisper in the silent cold night. "Why not?" he asks, pretending to be curious. You sigh. "just brings back memories that I'd rather forget.." You reply. His heart shattered, "oh.. why?" he manages to say. You look up at the tree in the distance, its' leaves peacefully drifting in the wind, "There's this person that heard me say something that was meant for someone else.  T-they thought I was directing it to them.." you said, your eyes flooding with tears. "Well, what happened..?" he asks, trying to untangle the mess that was made, and trying to understand it. "But I don't even know you. Why should I tell you..?" You responded back, barely a whisper. Scratching the back of his head, Spidey shrugged "It's always nice to vent..?" You nodded slowly, "Well, a friend at my school; Flash, had spread false rumors about me liking him, and one of my friends; Peter, overheard me when I said that I'd never like Flash because he is a 'naïve insolent idiot'. But I think my friend didn't hear me say Flash so he didn't know  I was talking about Flash.. so..-- so, he took it personally and assumed i was talking about him instead .." you say, disappointed, looking back down. "Its quite stupid actually but now Peter won't talk to me." You vented, tears ran down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. "It hurts, Y'know..? I miss him. His fluffy hair, beautiful eyes, his dorky personality." Peter's heart ached with sadness. How could he have done a thing to such a nice person. At this point he just wanted to hug you tightly and never let you go, to stop you from crying. He was an idiot to think you were talking about him.

"I'm so so sorry.." He spoke out. You laughed sadly, "It's not your fault." You paused for a moment. "Wait, why are you sorry.." You was confused. Spiderman slowly slides the mask off his face, revealing his true identity. You gasp and turn red. "P-Peter?" He looks down at the ground. You quickly realise who you just vented to. You looks over to the distant tree once again, the leaves still softly blowing in the wind and sniffle. He whispers, "Im sorry...for assuming..everything, I-." He stops to think. "I didn't mean to hurt you.." You turns over to look at him. Reaching out his hand, Peter wipes the tears off her rosey cheeks. He cups her face in his hands and looks down. You lift his head up, smile kindly, and whisper softly. “Même après tout ce temps, je t'aime toujours, Peter. Mes sentiments sont-ils destinés à être comme ça pour toujours ?Tout ce que je sais c'est que je t'aime, Peter."  (Even after all this time, I still love you, Peter. Are my feelings destined to be like this forever? All I know is I love you, Peter.) Peter looks at you akwardly and thinks as he tries to decifer what you just said. "Uh. Oui oui?" He laughs nervously as you tries to hold back a laugh, "I love you, idiot.~" Peter suddenly smile as if he won the lotto and chuckles. “More than friends?” Peter asks shyly. You lock your lips with his and kiss. “Does that answer your question, Mr.Parker?” You jokingly say. Peter’s cheeks go red as he nods.

"Rose"   "Yeah?"      "C-Can I kiss you?"   "Get over here."   

yEeHaw (aka tHe enD)

[theshakykid]

Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 3

Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.

Warning: Angst. Character death.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Peter asked, his lower lip slightly quivering.

"Peter, it was for the best. If we did tell you, then you would run into the HYDRA base without thinking it through," Tony replied.

"Yeah, and now she's dead because of you!" Peter yelled, tears streaming down his face. "If you had told me, I would've saved her!"

"Hey! We tried, okay? They killed her before we reached there," Sam remarked.

"You could've saved her if you just acted faster!"

"This was all your fault in the first place! So stop blaming it on us!"

Peter stood there for a while, trying to comprehend what Sam just said. He didn't know what happened next, it was like his hand had a mind of it's own. Peter punched Sam and threw him to the ground. If it wasn't for Tony, he would've continued till he made sure Sam was dead.

"Peter!" Steve warned, hosting an unconscious Sam from the ground. "You could've killed him."

Peter shrugged Tony off and walked to his room, glaring at Tony on the way. He knew he had to get back (Y/N) somehow. Even if it meant the death of countless other innocent people.

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Peter knew it was stupid. He'd probably get killed, maybe even tortured to spill the Avengers' classified information, but nothing can stop him now.

He slowly crawled over the windows of the dark building. He peered inside one of them, and saw a bloody chair in the center of the hall. He ignored it and crept to the next window. He didn't want to think of how (Y/N) was killed, or he'd go insane. This time he saw a man sitting behind a desk, rolling a cube around the table.

Peter smashed the window and got in, not bothering about the alarms.

"Where's (Y/N)?" he asked, removing his mask. Reckless, yes, but he wanted the man to know that he was serious.

"Spiderman. I knew you'd come. Removing your mask.. A little immature, don't you think?" the man said, smirking.

"I don't think you heard what I asked. Where's she?"

Just then a bunch of HYDRA guards ran into the room, tearing the door off it's hinges. Peter webbed some of the guards up, but he was starting to get tired. The guards kept coming in, and most of them were already shooting at him.

Peter eventually slumped down, accepting his fate. After all, why should he live when his anchor is already gone?

One of the guards rammed his rifle into Peter's side, and he fell down unconscious, hoping he'd meet her soon...

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[bestfanimagines-blog]

Imagine helping Peter after he gets into a fight

W o r d C o u n t : 1 1 5 2

I lay in bed reading one of my favorite Stephen King's books when a soft yet crackling noise resonates above me and after a few seconds a few more. Even though it was soft, it disturbed me more than I wanted to admit to myself. Specially while still adapting to a whole new life here in NYC.

Being from a small town outside of London, I was used to live in a peacefully and uneventful environment and the whole change to New York has gotten my anxiety ringing all sort of bells.

I’ve been living with May and her nephew Peter for the last 5 months of my life and I can say it’s been the best 5 months. Moving here all by myself to a whole new country was scare, but as soon as I landed in their home I’ve felt happy, genuinely happy and the safest I’ve felt (excluding times when noises freaked me out). May treated me as if I was her own daughter while Peter made sure that both my life at home and at school were as smooth as a baby’s butt, which I’m profoundly grateful for.

With days passing, Peter had gone from my roommate to my best friend, I knew that whenever I needed someone to talk to, big or small, he’d be right there for me. And that’s what happened about 3 weeks ago... When I found Peter’s biggest secret... - it was an uneventful afternoon and I had a huge math test coming up so I needed that extra study, but somehow my headphones were missing, which made me venture myself into Peter’s room, maybe he wouldn’t mind if I used his for a few hours, when for my amazement, walking inside I see none other than... SPIDER-MAN!

And as you can imagine, that striked as very unfamiliar but also somewhat uncomfortable. I mean he literally was breaking into someone else’s house... but that’s when things got funny... Spider-Man decides to take off his mask (obviously unaware of my presence at the time) and I see that Spider-Man IS Peter! (But try and ignore I said that, it’s a secret, we’re not suppose to know about it !!)

And ever since then we’ve been completely inseparable, where I’d go Peter would follow and where Peter would go, I’d follow too. It was as simple as a true and meaningful and heartfelt friendships (even though sometimes maybe I felt more than that).

I gently put down my book, standing up and looking around the room - I knew May had gone out so I was pretty much alone and freaking out. I walk up to the window, carefully to make sure there were no serial killers on the balcony when I open the door and peek outside and that when Spider-Man drops into my balcony, somewhat limping and holding into his side. I jump back and gasp as he stands there, resting my hand on my chest.

“Oh my god Peter, you can’t do that...” I mumble softly, noticing now how badly injured he was and gasp softly.

“Oh shit, what happened?” I ask quickly as I drape an arm around his waist as he holds onto my neck and I help him inside and slowly walk him to bed, gently helping him sit, gently helping him with his mask as he pulls it off. As he does, I notice some of the bruises all over his face as well as some small cuts here and there, specially on his lower lip and bite my lip hard.

“If you think I look like crap, you should see the other guy...” He mumbles, giving me a weak grin and I can’t help but smile. Even hurt he kept his good humor, that was just one of many things I loved about him.

“I’ve told you before that you should be more careful with yourself... May hates when you come home like this and honestly I’m not a fan” I mumble as I gently help him strip his suit, kind of keeping my eyes on his, stopping myself from looking down at his... well everything!

“Oh what? Not a fan? British people are so hard to please aren’t they?” He grins softly as he kicks it off and I roll my eyes and take his suit on my arms.

“When it means you’re hurt, yes.” I mumble as I bite my lip. “Stay there, I’m gonna get some stuff to take care of your situation and I’ll bring your sweats and a T-shirt from your room. Please don’t move.” I mumble before walking out and heading to his room. I drop the suit in his desk chair and grab a few clean clothes before I walk into the bathroom and grab a few cotton pads along with some bandages and some rubbing alcohol.

I walk back into the room and watch him as he looks around my room and smiles when he sees me. “You know what, you’re worst than May when it comes to this, I’m a superhero... actually I’m an avenger and I can take care of myself...” he mumbles as he grins proudly while I start dipping some cotton pads into the alcohol and start cleaning up the small cuts on his face and he whimpers and I chuckle.

“I thought you were an Avenger and could take care of yourself.” I repeat jokingly at his reaction to the cotton pad and he rolls his yes yet again and smiles goofily up at me.

“Yes I just fought about 100 guys with guns... that makes me specially doesn’t it?” He smiles and I smile back, somewhat showing a proud smile.

“It makes you super special” I mumble softly as I toss the pad in the bin and I reach for another one and start cleaning up his bottom lip, that was yet again for the 3rd time this week bleeding. I gently dip the pad on the alcohol. “It’s gonna sting a little bit” I mumble as I gently start tapping on his lip gently. Standing between his legs as he sat on top of my bed semi naked and can’t help but look into his eyes for a moment and then down at his lips and blushing bright red. Once I’m done, I gently run my thumb over his bottom lip and in an impulse, I lean in and gently crash my lips against his, closing my eyes as I gently and tenderly kiss him. After a second, I feel him kiss me back and blush even harder, smiling softly against his lips.

“I’ll be sure that this isn’t my last fight, if this is what happens afterwards.” I chuckles and looks up at me, gently moving his hand to my hips.

I giggle and roll my eyes “Jus don’t die.” I smile and lean in and kiss him again.

[peterspideyy]

head over heels

summary- peter parker falling head over heels for his best friend, y/n stark

warnings- fluff

“peter! I want you to meet my daughter, Y/N!”

it was as if time slowed down for peter when his eyes laid on you. he was mesmerised by the way your soft hair perfectly shaped your face. he felt the hairs stick up on the back of his neck when he saw (your colour) eyes. he was so lost in your eyes, it made peter forget how to breath. the way your face lit up when you smiled at him, made peter’s heart thud. he found his dream girl, even though he only just met you.

when you both started talking, you both instantly clicked. it was like two missing jigsaw puzzles finally finding each other. you both completed each other, making you the bestest of friends that no one can break. even if peter wanted to be more than friends.

y/n told peter about her life. peter told y/n his life. it was as if they have known each other since they where born, but they only met an hour ago. they told each other there deepest secrets, which they where frightened of saying out loud. they promise (pinky promised) not the share these no matter what.

the one secret peter never told y/n was his feelings towards her, even after there strong 5 years of being best friends.

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“parker! hey, you okay?”

peter suddenly jumped out of his thoughts when he heard your calming voice. even after 5 years, he could listen to your voice for ever. god. he’s so stupid for thinking and zoning out with thoughts of you. he’s just so madly head over heels for a girl who only see’s peter as a friend, and it hurts peter every second.

aunt may has told peter millions and millions of times to ‘suck it up’ and tell her how he feels. even tony, y/n’s father has told him how glad he would be if they where going out. peter appreciates there encouragement, but immediately thinks of her leaving his life for good. peter would rather be friends (and suffer) than not be friends at all (which will make him suffer more.)

“y-yeah I’m fine y/n.” peter smiles nervously, running his shakey fingers through his brown curls.

“okayy. are you sure your okay? you have been acting strange lately and zoning out more and more.” you stare at him, concern filling your eyes.

peter wants to slap himself after hearing those words. after he told ned a couple of months ago about his feelings, he’s been non stop teasing poor peter about what would happen if they where going out and peter won’t stop going as red as a tomato when ned says those things. he wishes the things he says would come true, but he values your friendship more than anything.

“I’m positive y/n, I’m okay, you don’t need to w-wor-“ peter looked up and instantly lost his breath, as he noticed how close you both where. he could see every detail, every emotion in your face and in made his heart melt. his eyes flew around your features before landing on your lips to see the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen.

“your cute when you ramble, ya know?” you smile even more (if that’s possible) making peters eyes go wide at the nickname you just called him.

“c-cute?”

“yes, very cute.” you whispered making peter’s heart beat faster (if that’s possible) before you closed the gap between you both.

peter’s eyes widened even more, before his hazel eyes fluttered closed. butterflies and fireworks immediately exploded in peter’s stomach as he felt his lovers lips on his own. he could taste the sweetness of chocolate, from when you just had a bar a couple of minutes ago. but none of that matters now. he was kissing you. he was kissing his best friend who he has loved for five years.

he was kissing the person who he has fell head over heels for, ever since you walked into his life all those years ago.

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A/N

hope you enjoyed my first imagine! I’m actually quite proud of this for my first go aha! leave requests below :)

[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.

[spideyboi-imagines-blog]

Saved - 1 (Peter Parker T.H)

You sighed as you heard the voicemail of your best friend, after ringing him for the fourth time that night.

Hi! It's Parker, Peter Parker. Call me later? His chirpy voice sounded through your phone speaker, as you sat on the curb of the road, sniffing slightly, rubbing your watery eyes furiously.

"Peter? It's Y/N. I've rang you , like,  four times now. Can you please pick up? I... I needed a lift home, but Mom is out of town, and Y/S/N isn't replying and I don't wanna walk through Queens by myself in the dark and-"

The answering machine cut off with a beep and you cursed softly.

"Damnit, Parker."

You couldn't wait any longer - you'd been sat outside your boyfriends - well, ex boyfriend, now - house for twenty minutes now, after storming out after a particularly bad argument, and you probably needed to accept that   neither Peter, nor your sister, was going to pick up the phone anytime now. Pulling your sweater sleeves down, to cover your cold hands, and swinging your bag over your shoulder, you looked up at the darkening sky, the moon just beginning to show, and began the twenty minute walk home.  It'll be fine. You told yourself, chewing at your already bitten-to-the-quick nails. It's not even properly dark yet.

Your phone was in your hands, so you'd have something to look at, anything, to distract you, from the anxiety that was building up in your stomach, but you had no one to text. The only people you were close enough to message were seemingly ignoring you, and you found yourself wondering just why Peter was ignoring you. Perhaps he was with Ned , you mused, or MJ. You didn't know exactly why you felt jealous at that. It's not like Peter and I were best friends first or anything... You thought sarcastically, hating your slightly bitter tone.

You were ten minutes away from your home, a little apartment on the top floor of a building on the outskirts of Queens, you realised, as you passed a closed café you often frequented, for the ice blue slushies that you and Peter drank on a hot day, or warm pepper mint coffee in the midst of winter. You could do with a warm drink right now, at eight o clock in November, your warm breath steaming out in front of you, visible from the dim light of your phone.

A  ping came from your phone, distracting you from your surroundings.

Peter Parker 🦕 is typing...

A small smile appeared on your face. He hadn't forgotten you at all. He was just busy. Your anxious thoughts subsided for a few minutes - you weren't annoying him, he-

"Give me the phone." A harsh voice spoke from in front of you, and a tiny, shocked, shriek, elicited from your lips, as you looked up to see a teenager, perhaps only a few years older than you, his face partially shadowed by a hood from his jumper.

He was taller than you, only by a little, and in the day time, perhaps you wouldn't have been so scared.

But nighttime, in an empty street? A whole other thing.

You froze, like a deer, in headlights.

"I-"

"Give me the phone." He snapped.

"No, I-" You protested weakly, thinking about how many photos and memories were contained in the iPhone in your hand, the one you cursed yourself for waving it around, almost asking to be robbed.

"I won't ask again. Give me the fucking phone."

You were trembling, as you held out the phone, trying to think of anyway you could get away. But you knew, in the stupid heeled boots that adorned your feet, you couldn't exactly run.

He grabbed it hastily, and it occurred to you that he didn't seem like a very experienced robber, him looking around every few seconds for what you could only assume were the authorities, that very rarely patrolled this part of Queens anyway.

"Please, don't take my phone-"

You were cut off, shrieked again, not by the boy in front of you, but by a presence, another person, who seemed to have dropped from the fucking rooftops.

You blinked, ready to run, heeled boots be damned, when you properly looked at the person, and felt a gasp elicit from your lips. Spider-Man?

"Everything okay here?" He looked directly at you, in a tone that sounded deep, but almost as if he was putting it on - it kept cracking.

The robber in front of you was as pale as you now, mouth open wide

in surprise.

"H-He took my phone." You were still trembling from shock, pointing at the older boy in front of you.

The boy looked down at your phone, back to Spider-Man, back to you, and then, quick as a flash, dropped it to the ground and took off running, faster than you would have guessed he could have.

You immediately dived towards the mobile, on the ground, picking it up hastily, as Spider-Man took off too, after the would-be robber.

You were still shaking, but more in shock than in genuine fear. Two or three large cracks now were on your phone screen, and you sighed a little, but were just glad that that was the only casualty of the night. The notification from before Peter Parker 🦕 is typing... still remained on your screen, but no more joined it. No frantic phone calls from the boy, not even a single text was on the screen. You stared at that for a few seconds, unsure of what you had done to him to cause him to ignore you, before deciding that the situation at hand was arguably more important.

Standing up, dusting off your baggy jeans, you carefully zipped your phone into your bag, surprised the robber hadn't tried to take that also. You looked around, to see that both people who had been on the street with you a few moments ago had both disappeared. What were you supposed to do? Wait for Spider-Man to come back? You decided that you had already waited around enough for people tonight, and began glumly walking back home again, looking around you constantly, on edge, and therefore, saw Spider Man just before he frightened the living daylights out of you again, dropping down from above you.

"Jesus, dude, you really need to stop fucking doing that." You pointed out, crossing your arms.

"Sorry, ma'am." He had an almost grin in his voice.

Huh. Ma'am?

"You okay?" He continued, still trying to put on that deep tone. You could almost swear you recognised it.

You shrugged. "I guess."

"Why are you walking around alone?" He questioned.

"Broke up with my boyfriend. I was hoping my friend would come walk me home - he knows I don't like the dark much. He didn't show though."

You very much sounded like you needed pity, and you very much so hated that. You continued.

"It's fine. He was just busy. He's busy a lot."

The boy next to you, walking, not swinging around the rooftops as he was usually pictured, paused for a few moments.

"I'm sure he wanted to be there, he-"

You shrugged. "It's like this a lot. I'm, unfortunately, used to it. I get it. We're just growing apart."

"I-I'm sure that's not it-"

"Look, Spider-Man , I don't need you to be my shrink or whatever."

You laughed a little. "But thankyou. For saving me."

He turned in your direction, and you'd imagine, without a mask, he'd be grinning. A soft grin, that barely pulled up the corners of his mouth - he'd be tired, you guessed, and -

"No problem. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Spider-Man." He replied.

You laughed. "I don't get a real name?"

He paused again. "I-I don't usually-"

"It's fine dude. I get it. Anonymity is key." You smiled softly, before walking in silence for a few minutes.

"You gonna follow me the whole way home, Spidey?"

"Just wanna make sure you're safe."

"I appreciate it." You smiled at him, before looking up at the building in front of you. "Well, this is me."

You looked at him.

"See ya around, Spidey."

He laughed, a cute laugh, that, god didn't you recognise it?

"See ya around, Y/N."