#spider man imagine

[keenzinemugstudent]

(Miguel yelling at Miles)

Y/n: What's the problem? Why you yelling at him like that tho?

Miguel: Yelling?

Y/n: *Gets in his face* YELLING!!!!

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

PETER PARKER rewatches the show Futurama a lot. It’s the show he puts on in the background of everything. If he’s working on something and he’s sick of his music, he’ll throw it on. During his rare free time while he’s eating, he’ll watch whatever episode it’s landed on. And you find yourself fucking him while it plays on the TV more often than not. His own version of Netflix & Chill that’s become so prevalent that you can’t hear the main title theme song without thinking of sex. As if you’re a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell, you find yourself wet and particularly needy even hearing the song in completely casual contexts. Peter has no idea he’s done this to you.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

breakfast {peter parker}

been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me

prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

character: peter parker tasm x reader

The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.

Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.

"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.

He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.

Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.

I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)

You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.

When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.

"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."

You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.

Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."

Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."

He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.

You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"

He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.

So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.

[yandereaffections]

Hogie is such a simp for like alt/punk reader istg I will die on this hill

Hobie has such an enthusiastic greeting for you, a handshake that pulls you into his chest with arms tightly wrapped around your waist to spin his luv around, making all the surrounding witnesses either cringe or adore the loving couple.

You both spew anarchist shit that drives people like Miguel insane, now this poor man has to deal with two delinquent spiders instead of just the one, and god how you two get along. Hobies out here making sure all the pins and patches on your clothing are secure while cleaning around any possible piercings of his dearest, placing kisses on the tip of your nose while helping you apply your preferred makeup. Y'all obtain the label of punk couple rather quickly with how similarly you two behave and dress, Hobies arm always slung over your shoulders emphasizing the matched aesthetics.

If anyone gets on your ass for "Inappropriate" clothing or "unprofessional hair style" best believe he's fades into existence behind you, ready to take on a bitch with his dearest darling.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

mr and mrs parker

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

wc: 1.7K

warnings: none. clean as a whistle

summary: fury has assigned you and peter on an undercover mission. as a married couple. and the two of you haven’t even been on a first date yet. used prompts 3 and 7 from oblivious pining from @mangocherri

A/N: peter and reader are aged up to 21, but there’s nothing explicit happening.

masterlist / peter parker

“the both of you are going undercover at the event as a married couple. need these bugs to be planted where you deem fit. keep tabs on anyone suspicious, and stay lively and sober. be the happy couple.” fury left the tiny bugging devices and exited the room without further words.

you and peter stayed quiet while both of you sat at the giant conference table. two manilla envelopes were sitting in front of each of you with information on the targets and the object of the mission. along with the cover story, the both of you being the happy mr and mrs parker couple.

now there was a slight problem with the cover story, you were a married couple. not even a regular couple, just two friends/coworkers who have crushes on each other but are too chicken to do anything about it.

“ever been to an event like this?” peter asked. the first one to break the growing silence in the room.

you bent the corner of the folder, “uh, yeah. but only twice and both were in the shadow missions. being dressed as a waiter, passing through the crowd unnoticed. now i’m gonna be dressed nice and done up, eyes watching. still never used to that feeling.” hand leaving the card stock and falling into your lap. “you?” already knowing the answer.

he shook his head, “not my thing. usually, it’s spider-man coming in to save the day.”

“well,” you stood from your seat, “for the day we can pretend to be fancy people and a lovely couple.” hoping you didn’t show too much excitement for the last part.

“best day ever.” peter replied as he grabbed his papers, a nice red ghosting on his cheeks.

-

“excited?” natasha walked into your room and sat on the foot of your made bed.

you were sitting at your desk which was your temporary vanity for the time getting ready. tubes and powers, palettes and brushes were scattered over the surface, a task for future you to clean up. hair painstakingly styled from your usual combat sleek look, your arms getting their workout for the day.

you sighed at natasha’s question, “i feel sick,” grumbled as you looked for your blush. natasha just laughed at the comment, “that’s the butterflies, honey. your nervous cause of your partner. i’m sorry, husband.” she practically sang the word.

you dropped your voice, “no, it's not cause of peter. i’m just not used to being in an eye-catching position.” touching up your eye makeup for distraction.

“uh huh.” she didn’t sound convinced, “well, i’m sure my memory doesn’t fail me cause i swear, there was this girl a few months ago who came to me frantic about this crush she had on a bug superhero. but i guess i’m old since i’m in my late thirties.” 

you dropped any brushes or makeup from your hand back to the table. a defeated sigh racking from your chest, “okay, yes, fine. it’s mostly cause of peter and how we’re probably gonna hold hands and maybe need to kiss or something. but there is a small part cause of the mission, that’s one hundred percent true.”

natasha stood from your bed and walked behind you, hands squeezing your shoulders, “you’re gonna do great, honey. you’re one of the youngest SHIELD agents, you know what you’re doing. and peter’s been getting better at undercover, there’s nothing to worry about. a simple bug and mingle.”

the two of you locked eyes in your mirror. natasha felt like an older sister hyping you up for your high school dance with a boy you liked, but in reality, it was an agent-to-agent pep talk for an undercover op with a web-crawling hero. tomato potato.

a gentle knock at the door stole the attention. you yelled for them to enter and peter poked his head around the gap, he sent a sheepish smile in greeting, and it made those flutters reappear.

“hi, sorry. don’t mean to bother-“ “your not a bother.” quickly interrupting peter. you ignore the look natasha sent you.

peter chuckled lightly, “thanks. uh, i was wondering if either of you could help with my bow tie? i can’t find anyone else in the tower and i wasn’t taught….” he trailed off while playing with the black fabric.

natasha patted your shoulders before moving away, “y/n can help. so i’m gonna head out and the two of you enjoy your date- sorry, mission.” leaving the both of you warm in the face and also giving peter a pat on his back before closing your door behind her. and then it was two.

you stood from your chair and made your way to peter. “sorry about her. loves messing with people.” rolling your lips and eyes shying away from peter’s pretty brown ones. again a light chuckle from him, “it’s- it’s fine. kinda used to that from my aunt.”

you nodded, “ready for tonight?” bouncing on the balls of your feet. you were still dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, planning to slip into your dress in a few minutes.

peter played with his bow tie, “physically just about. mentally… need a few more minutes to be thrown into the lion's den.” now you laughed as you plucked the fabric from him and stepped closer, “it’s not so much a lion's den, more like a… a monkey den.”

you popped peter’s stiff collar and slipped the fabric behind his neck, end pieces adjusted evenly. “what makes it a monkey’s den?” peter tilted his head back a little, chin almost hitting your forehead.

you spoke into his chest, fingers bending and twisting. “their all dressed in their monkey suits and throwing bullshit at each other. all they need is a couple of hung tires and boom, monkey den ala rich assholes.” pulling the finished bow tight.

you took a step back to admire your handiwork. peter dropped his head and his darting brown eyes made you part your lips subconsciously. peter swiped his hands down his pressed white button-up, “how- how do i look? like i’ll fight in?”

you let your eyes drift down his chest, the shirt loose enough that it wouldn’t strain when he moved his arms. the end of the shirt tucked into his black dress pants that were without a wrinkle and stopped just at his ankle. but when you went from toe to head, you only saw a boyish face with little bits of baby fat clinging to his cheeks. how he smiled awkwardly, teeth flashing white, his eyes nervous and almost blinking too many times.

“you won’t fit in.” saying the statement gently. peter deflated a bit, a crinkle in the middle of his brows. you gained that previous step back, right hand hesitantly falling over peter’s heart.

“but it’s best you don’t look like them. want you to stand out as your own.” boldly gazing into his eyes, letting your words melt into his brain for a moment before walking away. “now, uh, if you could just stay here so you could help with my dress that’d be great.”

“yeah! ye-yeah, can- can do that.” and you heard the heels of his sleek leather shoes click on your floor.

you grabbed the all-black gown from your closet and led into your connected bathroom. stripping off your casual comfy clothes, you held the dress to the floor and stepped in from the top to save your hair and makeup from friction. thick black straps sit on your shoulders and with a hand over your chest, you slide the door to shuffle back to the open space.

peter had his hands stuffed into his pockets and was leaning into your desk area, eyes taking in all the photos decorating your dirty mirror. he had a soft smile on his thin lips.

“a little help, spider boy.” sneaking up on him and not withholding the little giggle at seeing him startle in surprise. “thought you had a tingle for danger.”

“it’s called spider sense and you're not a danger, at least not to me.” you hummed as you turned your back to peter. you peeked a glance over your shoulder to see peter standing pretty close to your back, closer than would be normal to zip up a dress. he pulled both sides of the fabric tight then held them with one hand at the top of your back while his dominant hand tugged up the zipper slowly. you sucked in the sigh that wanted to escape at the feeling of peter’s touch and warmth, you kept your head forward and eyes focused on your messy bed.

peter stopped and you thought he was done but then his wrist skimmed across your neck and you couldn’t help the audible gasp. “sorry, didn’t want your hair getting caught.” his voice was low. “it’s okay.” almost breathless. “it’s- it’s beautiful. your hair and- and makeup. just not used to seeing you dressed up.”

a quick laugh, “yeah, definitely out of my comfort zone. but it’s- it’s not too bad. at least you're in the same boat, i’m- i’m guessing.” chiding yourself for the assumption, but peter quickly quelled the nerves, “definitely out of my zone. there, all done.”

turning to face peter you did the same actions as him earlier, looking down at your attire and smoothing your hands over invisible wrinkles. “not too much? not trying to draw attention.”

you waited to hear an answer but it never came. you looked away from the dress to see peter with wide eyes and a tight mouth. you stepped closer and pressed the back of your hand to his cheek and exposed forehead, “you okay?”

he mindlessly nodded, and you stepped away to look for your tiny heels. but stopped in your search at the crack of peter’s voice and the heart-racing words that left his mouth.

“what?” your own eyes blown large. peter scratched a hand on the back of his hair before shoving it into his pockets. he cleared his throat and looked directly at you while repeating, “you- you look beautiful. hard to not draw attention.” he cleared his throat again.

“uh, th- thanks, peter.”

“yeah… well i’m- im gonna wait outside. see- see you in a few minutes.” and he left before you could protest his absence.

-

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Whose White Baby?

*Hobie Brown (Across the Spider-Verse) x POC Reader

*Summary: You come home from work to find a little white baby crawling around your apartment. Cue the baby fever.

*Warnings: Swearing, sex jokes. Let me know if I missed anything.

Tip Jar

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Dating Spider-Punk was definitely a wild experience; you never knew what to expect from the man. You could tell he was definitely the “Cool Cousin” to the younger Spiders, especially with how often one (or more) of the teens would stop by randomly with him. What you definitely didn’t expect was coming home from work to find a little white child literally climbing the walls of your flat. 

“Hobie?” You called out, putting your bag down as your eyes followed the movement of the random baby.

“Yeah, babes?” Hobie was busy in the kitchen, not paying attention to whatever Spider-Menace he had brought back this time. Gwen you could handle, after all she was a teen and could (mostly) handle herself, but a literal baby? Nah, he had some explaining he needed to do.

“Whose white baby is in our flat right now?”

“Don’t know whatcha mean.”

“What do you mean you don’t- Hobie, there’s a little red headed baby here! I think I’d remember if I’d seen her before. And I know for a fact I didn’t have her.”

“Oh, right, that baby. That’s Mayday, little anarchist,” Hobie said, 

“That explains nothing, Hobie. Who the hell is Mayday?”

“Relax, babes. Peter asked me to watch her while he’s on a mission.” Normally you loved Hobie’s couldn’t-be-bothered attitude, but you needed a little more information here. You sighed heavily, cueing Hobie into your annoyance. “Right, right. Peter’s another Spider, Mayday’s his kid, he got sent on a mission on his wife would probably kill ‘im if he took Mayday on another one.”

“And she ended up in our flat how?”

“I was the only one available. C’mon, look at the little rebel. How could you say no to this?” As soon as he asked the question, Mayday dropped into his hands from the ceiling. He held her up to your eye level, and the little smile she gave you with those puppy dog eyes just made you give in.

“Alright, fine, but I’m not changing any diapers.”

“Told ya she’d let you stay,” Hobie told Mayday as you walked past him to get something to snack on. You shot him a withering glare, only for him to give you his small smile that always gave you butterflies. You couldn’t let him know that though, so instead you rolled your eyes at him.

**********

You always thought you were immune to the baby fever your friends always talked about as you got older, but you were beginning to see the appeal in this whole thing as you watched Hobie with Mayday. There was just something about the soft way he talked to her, the way he carefully watched her as she crawled around and up your walls. Don’t even get me started on the way he carried her on his hip when he went about doing things around your flat.

You kept stealing glances at him while you worked on your laptop. You’d been with Hobie long enough that you’d seen him interacting with kids, but those were mostly young teens. There was just something different about seeing Hobie with an actual bay that got your heart racing. He sat there with Mayday perched on his knee, bouncing her as he read some children’s book that Peter must have sent her with. No way. No way you were having baby fever. You didn’t even want kids, right?

You could feel your face heating up, trying to focus your attention back on the work in front of you. You just needed to get this report done, and then you could deal with whatever feelings you were having about Hobie. Specifically, Hobie with a baby. Hobie with your baby? Your mind provided you with a brief flash of Hobie carrying a child with his hair and your eyes, maybe a little leather jacket. Now that would be cute, with little combat boots-

Woah, you need to calm down. You shook your head, your typing starting back up again. You just needed to finish this report and-

“You aight there, babes?” Hobie asked, shifting Mayday to stare at you with him. “Thought you were s’posed to be working.”

“I am working, what’re you on about?”

“Nah, you’re not working, you keep lookin’ at me.” His slight taunt sent a shiver through you, but your annoyance was greater right now.

“Maybe I’m just lookin at the baby, ever think that?”

“Nah, not with that look you got goin on.” Your face felt like it was on fire, so you did what any reasonable person would do: you shut your laptop and stood up, preparing to go hide away in your room while you tried to calm down and finish this report. As you walked to your room, you heard Hobie behind you. “Aw, c’mon babes, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it-”

The door clicked closed before you could hear the end of his sentence. You let out a heavy sigh, heavier than you’d originally intended. Right, all you needed to do was focus on your work and then you could go back out to Hobie and Mayday. Maybe working on client portfolios for a little while would help clear your mind.

**********

Eventually, your work was done and you couldn’t just hide from your boyfriend for the rest of the night. When you opened the bedroom door to find Hobie smiling down at Mayday softly snoring away in his arms. You had half the mind to just turn around and walk back into the room, needing to get away from the heart melting moment in front of you. It was too late though, Hobie had already spotted you. “Done with work now?”

“Yeah, just had to finish up some things.” Hobie hummed in acknowledgement, watching as Mayday slept. He looked back up at you, that softness still in his eyes. “Babes, could you do me a favor?”

You gave an exaggerated sigh, sitting next to him. “Alright, what is it?”

“Just hold her for a second, alright? I’ve hadta use the bathroom for ages now.”

“What? Hobie!” It was too late, Hobie had already placed the little redhead in your lap, leaving you with no choice but to watch as he nearly ran to the bathroom. You huffed, looking at the child in your lap, still snoozing away. “It’s kinda amazing you slept through that.”

You adjusted so you were holding Mayday the way Hobie had been before he abandoned you both, looking down at the sleeping child. Her red curls were mussed up, and you wondered just how your own kid would look fresh from a nap.

 “Guess you’re not so bad, kinda cute if anything,” you mumbled to her as she shifted in your arms. For a split second, you were scared she was going to wake up, but your fears were quickly allayed as she settled down again. “I’m still gonna kill ‘im though, with his damn tricks.”

There wasn’t much you could do with this child just sleeping in your arms, so you let your mind wander as you just held her. You still had to make dinner, you didn’t know how long Mayday would be here for, you were really glad you had the day off tomorrow. Eventually, as you continued your rambling of thoughts, you started humming just to add some background noise to the too quiet flat.

“I knew you’d like her, you should see the headache having her ‘round gives Miguel,” Hobie’s voice jolted you out of the little bubble you’d managed to be in. You barely managed to control the little jump you had. “Love to imagine what kind of damage our kid would do.”

“Jeez, Hobie, give me a warning next time,” you said before taking a second to register what he’d just told you. Your wide eyes followed him as he hopped over the back of the couch, putting his arm around you as he settled in. “Wait, whatcha mean ‘our kid’?”

“You know, for someone with a fancy job ‘n all, you think you’d get the simple things. Y’know, a kid we have. Like, together.”

“You want a kid with me?” You asked, still dumbfounded by how casual he was about all this. Sure, you were pretty sure Hobie was endgame for you, but he wasn’t the type to normally talk about all this. Now that you thought about it, this was exactly the way he’d drop this kind of news on you. You really weren’t sure why you were so surprised at first.

“Yeah, course I do. I mean, long as you wanna have one. I know we haven’t talked ‘bout it much, but ever since this little menace popped up I been thinking ‘bout it,” Hobie started rambling, his normally cool facade cracking just the slightest bit until he saw the smug little smile on your face. “Never mind, I change my mind.”

“Oh c’mon, let me enjoy you being a lil sappy, it never happens!” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. That was a lie, Hobie was soft with you more than he’d care to admit. And lord knows he wouldn’t admit it in front of anyone else.

“Alright, I change my mind back.”

“You never changed it in the first place,” you teased. “Do you know when Peter’s supposed to be back?”

“Why, you excited to start tryin’?” There was the Hobie you were used to. You just rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face. You looked down at the sleeping child in your arms, only for Hobie to tilt your chin back up to look at him. The warmth in his eyes made your heart melt, even as he had that cocky little smirk on his lips. You leaned up slightly, trying not to jostle Mayday, as you gave him a quick kiss. “Right, yeah, I’ll see if I can get hold of Peter.”

“Who’s excited now?”

“Babes, I never claimed I wasn’t.”

[fandomnerd9602]

M!Reader is dating Barbie and the Spider-Man of the Barbie Universe (the real world). Spider society is shocked and fangirling when he decides to bring Barbie to the spider HG

Spiderypool: “Oh! My! GOD!” *screaming excitedly and passing out in Peter B Parker arms*

Y/N brings in Barbie...

Y/N: hey guys this is my girlfriend, Barbie.

Barbie: hey guys

Spideypool: ohmygosh! (squees in delight before fainting)

Peter B: great. now I gotta take care for Spideypool. pleasure meeting you, Barbie.

Y/N: well okay then.

[spyder-anon]

patching up miles after a rough day

earth42! miles / earth1610! miles (aged up!)

miles moralesxblack! female reader

summary: miles visits you late at night once again, hurt and in need of help.

a/n: here’s to my first post! not sure how I feel about it but we all start somewhere. and thank you to bestie @miokienie for giving me the idea! enjoy!

earth42!

you get so sick of this man

he’ll often come to your place when he needs patching up cause he knows uncle aaron will tear him up; not like you won’t either, tho

“come on, mamí, you know you love me.” he’d tell you and grab your waist, pulling you close and resting his thumb along your jaw.

“you got 2 seconds to let go of me before i give you smth else to patch up.”

his tricks never worked, and you scolded him the whole time you were helping him, and he pouted the whole time, too, whining and trying to get you to not be pissed with him.

“mamí~” he would sing song, giving you the most charming voice and smile he could muster. “sonríe para papi, por favor~? (smile for papí, please~?),” or “come on, mamí, don’t look at me like that,” etc. it would never work and would only piss you off more.

“shut up, boy. it’s already too late for this bull, don’t push it.”

then he’d start to get pissed that you were talking to him like that despite him trying— in his own way— to make it better. “ight, ma, you can drop the attitude. you know i gotta do what i gotta do.”

you would stop and raise an eyebrow. “i know you ain’t talkin’ to me,” you’d step back and cross your arms.

“ma, i’m bein’ fr. drop the attitude, i ain’t playin.”

“neither am i.” you’d shake your head and roll your eyes heavy at him. “you see this?,” you pointed to the bonnet on your head, “i was ready to slump— you interrupted that, but i let you cause i love you. but i will get back in that bed and let uncle aaron tear you up, but that’s up to you.”

boy he would get so pissed off when you had the upper hand on him. “ight girl, whatever, jus hurry up” he would huff and cross his arms and turn his head the other way.

he would continue to make smart comments but they didn’t phase you; you knew how he was, and right now he was just bein’ a big baby cause his girl had to put him in his place. ngl, you had to keep yourself from laughing cause it was funny to watch considering how hard he acts otherwise.

“‘mkay, you’re done.” you would stand back with your hands on your hips, sighing after your hard work. “you good, baby? or you gonna keep pouting?”

he would glare at you, angry pout still on his face; most would take that face as a warning sign, but you found it endearing. “ay, cariño.” you’d coo and plant kisses all over his face.

“aye! ma— stop! stop! you play too much!” he would protest, but you knew he liked it.

you would pull away and he’d have a playfully vengeful look on his face. “oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he’d ask, and you’d laugh at him with a grin.

next thing you know, he’s picked you up and throw you over his shoulder; you hit his legs and protest while laughing a little, but your hits do nothing against him.

he lays you down— gently— on the bed and towers over you. “my turn, mama.” he would smirk, and he’d kiss you on the lips, long, soft, and slow. it was his way to show how much he appreciated you, even if he struggled to say it out loud sometimes.

earth1610! miles

this boy would look so guilty as he stood in the middle of your room, suit ripped in different places and bleeding and bruised skin in others.

“miles!” you would fuss, “we’ve talked about this.” you spoke calmly but your tone showed the upset you felt for him. the sight of him hurt would wound you in its own manner.

he rubbed the back of his neck and avoided your gaze. “i know…things just got out of hand tonight…i’m sorry.” he’d look at you with those big brown eyes, genuine guilt swirling throughout them, and your heart would completely melt as it always would. poor boy was doing his best.

you would sigh and kiss his forehead. “its alright, mijo. let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

you would take him to your bathroom and the two of you would sit on the floor. you’d address his wounds while he would recite to you what happened; you always wanted to know if you could.

it was always rough, and your heart felt for him. you wished he didn’t have to exert himself so harshly every night. it only made you worry more about something happening to him.

when you were done, you’d look at him with loving empathy and caress his face. “ay, mi vida..” you would sigh sadly, but miles always gave you that charming, strong smile.

“don’t worry, ma, i’ll be alright. i’ll always be alright. plus,” he would smirk, “i think we make a good team like this. you can be my hot nurse.” he winked. he didn’t want you to worry at all, especially not more than you had to. he would always be okay for your sake, if not for anyone else’s.

you would cringe roll your eyes at his statement and thump his forehead playfully. then, you’d bring him in a warm embrace. “you wanna stay here tonight, hermoso?”

“yeah. yeah i’d like that.” he’d smile softly down at you, wondering how he could ever repay you for all you’ve done for him.

-thank you for being here~!

[imagine--if]

Okay but after watching TASM 2 I am severely tempted to write some stuff for Harry Osborn because

BECAUSE

(EDIT: Here's one I've just done 😁)

[helaintoloki]

Changes

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of violence

notes: first piece I’ve written in a while so I hope you guys enjoy it! also this is somewhat a symbiote Peter fic but it’s very subtle

summary: Peter’s recent change of behavior makes you question whether you truly know him

It’s quiet, and the white cloth is growing red.

The coolness of the damp rag eases the stinging of his knuckles, and in the silence he is able to carefully focus on the features of your face. Your eyes never leave his hand, brows furrowed and deep in thought, refusing to meet his gaze. You haven’t said a word since your hurried exit from Betty’s house, but he hopes your gentle tending to his wounds is a step towards forgiveness for his actions. He knows you’re upset, and he knows that he’s partly to blame, but he’s never had to suffer the silent treatment for so long before.

“You still mad at me?” Peter asks gently in an attempt to break the tense silence. You halt your movements in response to his question and slowly remove the rag from his bruising knuckles. Staring contemplatively, you take in the blood soaked cloth that has begun to seep onto the skin of your palms. A wave of nausea passes over you as you see the dried blood coating your hands, for a part of you knows that you did not spend the past ten minutes wiping away Peter’s blood— it’s someone else’s.

“I don’t even know what to say to you,” you murmur quietly, still refusing to meet his gaze. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends, Peter. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to step foot in Betty’s house ever again!”

“I embarrassed you?” Peter gawks in disbelief. “I was defending you from that creep!”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” You scoff in disbelief. “You overreacted!”

“He was trying to take advantage of you, y/n! He had you cornered and he wouldn’t leave you alone. I watched him follow you around all night, and if I hadn’t stepped in who knows what would have happened?”

“Peter-”

“I’m your boyfriend, y/n. It’s my job to protect you.”

“That wasn’t protecting me!” You cry out in exasperation. “A punch or two would have given him the message, but Peter, you beat him to a pulp!”

Your voice begins to falter and Peter refuses to meet your gaze. His eyes are hardened and glued to the floor, fists clenched tightly in his lap, and you begin to regret having brought any of it up in the first place.

“You could have killed him,” you whisper shakily, eyes welling with tears as the memory begins to replay itself in your head. You’d never seen Peter like that before, so violent and cold, it was almost as if something else was controlling him, as if it wasn’t him at all. But he was relentless, not stopping until three other guys at the party had to physically pry him away, and all you could do was watch on in horror.

“I should have,” he murmurs lowly, and your heart breaks in two. Your breath hitches in your throat and the tears finally begin to fall as you realize you don’t really know the person sitting in front of you anymore. He’s changed, and whoever he is now, he’s not your Peter, not the one you fell in love with.

“I don’t like the person you’re becoming.”

Your sudden confession prompts Peter to finally meet your gaze, and the guilt that hits him when he catches sight of your teary eyes is almost immediate. Your anguish and fear is his doing, and it isn’t until now that realizes it.

“You’ve been acting different ever since you started that job for the Daily Bugle,” you sniffle, “trying to get those pictures of Spider-Man’s new suit for Jameson. I-I don’t know if you’re just stressed or if something else is going on, but whatever it is I need you to figure it out because I don’t like being afraid of you.”

“A-Afraid?” Peter repeats quietly. “Y/n, did I- were you scared of me?”

“I… I don’t know,” you lament quietly. “I think I was scared for you, scared of what would happen if you didn’t stop. You’re a good person, Peter, the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and I was afraid that maybe after tonight that person wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Y/n, I am so sorry,” he says earnestly, carefully taking your trembling hands in his own. “I never want to hurt you, and I never want you to feel scared or afraid because of me. I’m going to fix things, okay? I promise you I’m going to be better.”

Though a part of you is still reeling over the events that had transpired earlier in the night, you can’t ignore the sincerity in his eyes or the remorse present on his face as he begs for your forgiveness. You know deep down that Peter Parker is not a bad person, and he truly would never do anything to hurt you, so it isn’t hard to succumb to his apologies.

“Thank you, Peter,” you murmur before allowing him to pull you into a comforting embrace. Your fear and anguish have dissipated, and you once again feel safe and secure in the arms of your boyfriend. You believed him when he said things would be better from now on, and you knew now that you had your Peter back.

What you didn’t know, however, was that someone else was pulling the strings, and what happened next wouldn’t be up to Peter.

Your problems were far from over.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Bruh here's a thought what if Miles had an Aunt or a godmother who knows about him being spider man and finds out about what Miguel did than start's cussing him out in a different language which ends up scaring the poor man also the person who told was Peter but it was an accident he was trying to help by talking about how great of a guy Miguel was because the poor idiot liked you but was to scared to show it which didn't work because only ended up talking about Miguel going on a rampage on Miles chasing him and hurting him because of the Spider-verse thing so yeah it took Miles putting a good word in for Miguel to get you to calm down and which Miles helped Miguel ask you out for dinner to get to know him a bit more which you agreed only because of Miles, oh and Peter has been avoiding Miguel ever since

[multific]

Take a Chance on Me

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Every day you have been staring at him. The guy you had a crush on but you could never have. One day, on your way home you are saved by the one and only Spider-Man. And you finally feel like you have a friend.

You stared at Peter.

Could he be any more attractive?!

You were supposed to be listening to the teacher but you just couldn't.

Thankfully, Mr Parker decided to sit right in front of said teacher so it wouldn't be that obvious that you were looking.

He was paying attention in class, as should you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to it.

Watching Peter's hair move as he wrote, watching his eyes as he paid attention and focused was much more interesting.

You let out a sigh as you heard the ring, class ended, and so did your daydream.

And now, you could head home.

But first, restroom time.

You headed into a stall when you heard others enter.

"Did you see Y/N staring at Peter again?"

"Yeah, how stupid is she? Thinking he would go for her?!" another girl said, you recognised their voices, you would say they were your bullies but you rather not call them anything to give them attention.

But their words did hurt.

Because you knew they were true.

Peter would never look at you.

So, you had to keep on staring at him from afar. 

When the girls left, you waited a good ten minutes before leaving as well.

You hopped on the bus and home you headed.

When you got off the bus and started walking home you felt as if someone was following you.

You checked behind yourself a couple of times and did see a man following you. Thankfully, there was a shop close by, so you headed in. 

Pretending to be looking at the items, you tried to see if the man left you or if he is in the store with you.

You even asked the cashier girl for help but all she said:

'Who would kidnap your ugly ass anyway?' before she continued to check her phone.

You left and let out a sigh of relief when the man seemed to be gone.

But that is how it was, seemed.

You took two turns before you saw the man yet again.

You let out a sigh, and you were kind of out of ideas now. You knew you needed to find a crowded place, but would anyone help you?

When you took another turn, someone grabbed your jacket and yanked you back, making you fall and hit your head a little on the ground.

The man was saying something and you could see the small pocket knife in his hand.

Then something red came into the picture, and the man was gone.

You blinked a couple of times before finally sound came back and the ringing of your ears stopped. 

This is when you saw Spider-Man fighting the guy. The guy managed to get one cut in which made you shriek as if he cut you.

But soon, the guy was on the floor and the police were on their way.

You let out a sigh as Spider-Man turned to you, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?" but you could only stare at the wound on his arm. 

"You are hurt." 

"It is nothing."

"You saved me, thank you. Let me help you, I live close by." you grabbed his arm and without thinking, you guided him to your place.

Only when you were in front of him holding some disinfectant to his wound is when you noticed just what you were doing.

"Sorry. You probably don't need my help," you said as you watched him. "You can go... the window," you said pointing and it made him focus on you instead of looking around in your home. "Thank you for saving me."

"Why are you walking home alone?" he asked.

"Well, it isn't late and I have to get home somehow."

"Did you notice him before he attacked you?"

"I did. I went to a store, and asked for help but..."

"They didn't help you?"

"The cashier said I'm too ugly to get kidnapped so..." you shrugged your shoulders. 

"That's awful! What about your boyfriend?" why was he asking these questions?

"I don't have one. But you saved me so, it's all good."

"You should be careful. Ask someone to walk with you if you have to."

"I'm okay. Thank you for worrying. Go and save others." you headed to your window and opened it for him.

You could hear him letting out a sigh.

"I just want you to be safe, Y/N." your eyes widened, how did he know your name? As if he too realized what he just said and bolted out of your window.

You couldn't speak as you watched him swing away.

You couldn't help but wonder, how did he know your name?

---

The next day, you tried again to focus in class and after, you headed for the library.

It was later than you expected when you were finally able to get out of the building and head home.

You took a different route this time, however. 

"You shouldn't be walking alone." you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice beside you. 

You turned and saw Spider-Man next to you, casually walking.

"You nearly killed me!"

"Sorry, I thought you heard me!"

"I didn't! You landed like a leaf, I couldn't hear you at all!" you said as you gave him an angry look before you continued to walk.

"Long day?" he was quick to follow you.

"Yeah, had to stay at the library. For you?"

"Oh, no rather quiet today, I prefer that."

"How's your arm?" 

"Better! Thank you! And how are you? I see you are on a different route."

"Yeah... after yesterday I prefer the more crowded one."

"Understandable." a silence fell between you two as you continued to walk home. People often stopped him for pictures and you weren't sure if you should stop with him or what.

Soon, you two reached your home.

"Uh, thank you for walking me home, but you really don't have to. I can take care of myself."

"No problem. It is my duty as a superhero to help." you smiled then you remembered something that had been bothering you for the entire day.

"How did you know my name?" you could see him freeze for a moment.

"Oh, it is my duty as a superhero."

"Seems like you have a lot of duties. So, you know most people's names?"

"Not all of course, but I know many."

"Ah, okay. Have a good day then." you offered him one last smile before heading inside.

Why did you let yourself believe that you were special? Even just for a moment.

Of course, he would know most people.

He is a superhero! He saves people. You were only one out of the many.

---

However from that day on, almost every day, he walked you home. He was honestly very sweet and kind, but you felt guilty for taking up his time.

But he didn't seem to mind it, and you were certainly not going to tell him to stop.

He was your only friend.

And you didn't want to ruin it.

So, you spent your days daydreaming about Peter Parker, walking home with Spider-Man, and arriving home before repeating everything.

Your life was boring, but who else could say that Spider-Man was their friend?

Not many, you bet.

Peter on the other hand felt happy and sad at the same time.

It's been a long time now since he wanted to talk to you, and when he was finally able to, he had a mask separating the two of you.

He was too nervous to talk to you as Peter Parker, but Spider-Man feared nothing.

And to think he almost blew everything when he said your name...

At least now he could be closer to you, not in the way he wanted to, but it was something.

It became your normal, meeting Spider-Man and when you didn't, you knew he had something going on.

One late evening, you were walking home alone. Losing track of time after another long day, what was new?

You went into a convenience store grabbing some quick food before heading to the bus. You got on the bus and sat down at the back.

At the next stop, a rather familiar face got onto the bus, Peter Parker.

And of course, he had to sit just by the door so he would see you when you needed to get off... great.

You took a deep breath before he noticed you.

"Oh, Y/N, how nice to see you." you were a bit taken aback by his openness. He never spoke to you in school this way, and he acted as if he was your best friend or something.

He must have realized your sudden change in demeanour as he sat down across from you on the bus.

"Late study session?" he asked and you nodded. "I have many of those. You will be fine."

"Thank you." you said as you gave him a smile before moving to get off the bus at your stop. "See you in school." you said before waving to him goodbye and getting off.

Just as you turned the corner a familiar person came into view as he landed right beside you.

"You really need to stop scaring me." you said as you looked at him.

"Yes, well I-" he suddenly scooped you up and swung away with you. Just as you looked back down, you saw and heard the explosion go off. You two landed on the nearby rooftop.

"Are you okay?" he asked and you quickly nodded, yes.

"Go check it out." you said and he was quick to swing back into action.

You let out a long sigh. 

After about ten minutes you collected yourself and you debated leaving.

Should you wait for him? He might be too busy anyway.

So, you decided to leave instead.

But just as you did you heard a sinister laugh before someone scooped you up once again. But this time it wasn't Spider-Man. 

You nearly screamed when you realized that it was the Green Goblin. He flew so high, your fear of heights didn't help the situation one bit.

You desperately clung to him in your panic. 

But he just laughed.

"Catch!" he yelled before dropping you. You were high, right above a busy street.

You screamed as you saw Spider-Man follow you down.

He ended up catching you and swinging you away to a nearby roof.

"Are you okay?" he asked with such panic in his voice it nearly broke your heart.

"I'm good, thank you." but you made the mistake and looked down. You shouldn't have. The top of the Empire State Building wasn't so inviting when you didn't have anything to protect you so you cling right back into Spider-Man's arms. "Can you...uhh..."

"Yes, yes sorry." you closed your eyes shut as you just felt him move and soon your feet met the ground, your knees started shaking as you nearly fell, if it wasn't for him holding you up.

"Are you sure you are good?" he asked.

"Yes. Thanks." you tightened your hands around your bag before taking a step, testing the waters. You walked a bit before you turned only to see he followed you. "I'm good. Go catch the... green thingy." you said before turning once more and walking.

"You are going the wrong way." you stopped and looked at him as he pointed the other way. "You live that way." 

"Oh." is all you said before you turned and headed the correct way. "Thank you." 

You heard him follow you, but you didn't mind. You were still in shock.

"Thank you." you said one last time before you entered your home, you went to take a shower and sleep.

The next day you didn't have classes, so you decided to clean the house and get some groceries.

In the grocery store, you noticed Peter, you gave him a small wave and smile.

"Hi." he said as he walked over to you. "How are you today?" he asked, you found it strange but then you remembered you met with him yesterday when you were dead tired.

"Oh, I'm much better, had a nice long sleep."

"Good to hear, usually coffee helps me but- Sorry. I'm babling."

"Not at all. I usually drink tea, not a huge fan of coffee."

"Oh? Never met a person who didn't like coffee."

"I like it, I just prefer tea." you smiled at him before grabbing some chips and putting them into your basket.

"I don't want to sound weird or creepy but I really like you and I would like to go on a date with you."

"Sorry?" you asked, confused and shocked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?"

You looked around yourself, there was no one else in the aisle. 

"Me?"

"Yes." he laughed a little and nodded.

"I-Yeah, sure." you were dreaming or dead. Yes, you actually died yesterday and you were in heaven now."

"Brilliant! I will pick you up tonight 6pm? Dinner?"

"Sounds...good."

"Great! Have a nice day!"

You were still in shock for the rest of the day. You didn't even realize that Peter never actually asked for your address. So, was it just a prank?

It wasn't.

Exactly at 6 Peter stood in front of your apartment. You could barely believe it.

"You look lovely!" he said as he approached you.

"Thanks." you were at a loss for words. "How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, I overheard you talking about it once."

Weird.

You don't remember ever discussing it nor did you understand how he can remember.

But you went along with it.

Somehow.

It was a huge red flag that you decided to ignore for now.

The date he planned was simple, simple yet really nice. A simple dinner and a walk in the park.

After the second hour, you started to feel more comfortable around him and you could tell he was the same.

He smiled a lot, which made it very difficult for you to actually pay attention to what he was saying.

Both of you sat down on a bench, enjoying the nice weather as the city around you never stopped.

"Can I be very honest with you, Y/N?" 

"Of course, Peter."

"I have liked you for a very long time now. I kept staring at you on campus... I felt like a creep." 

"Peter-"

"Look, I understand it is creepy and weird, but I did it because I really liked you. You are so smart and interesting."

"Peter... I feel the same. I always stared at you in class."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. So, it was very weird when you asked me out so suddenly. I genuinely thought you never even noticed me."

"I did! I notice you." Peter leaned back on the bench looking at a tree across from you as he let out a sigh. "I'm truly blind. I should have noticed and asked you sooner, but I didn't think you would like a nerd like me."

You didn't know what to say. You never noticed him, instead, you thought you were the creep here, as he looked at you, you offered him a smile. 

He slowly leaned in and you met him halfway for a gentle kiss.

It was only your first date, you needed to calm down.

But just the way his lips felt against yours, the way you could smell his cologne, and you could just tell that he was just as nervous as you were.

It was a slow and gentle kiss which ended very soon. 

Too soon, but it also made you very happy.

"So, I guess you are my girlfriend now."

"I guess, I am." you smiled at him as his hand found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You never felt happier in your entire life.

Peter then walked you home and offered you one last kiss before he too headed home. He promised to call you tomorrow.

You went to bed thinking if this really happen or did you just have some sort of a fever dream.

But the smile never left your face.

Not even the next day when you anxiously waited for the call.

A call that never came.

You started to doubt if you gave the correct phone number. Did you put in the wrong one by accident? What if you mistyped and now he thinks you played him?

All kinds of thoughts rolled around in your head for the entire day.

You were so nervous, angry and then nervous again. It was a roller coaster.

A roller coaster which was cut short by a loud bang on your window.

You looked out and only saw the red before you opened it and Spider-Man climbed in.

"Oh my-" you couldn't even finish your sentence because he just collapsed onto the floor, with his back against the counter, you ran to get the first aid kit.

He was breathing but he was bleeding. 

By the time you arrived back, he had his shirt almost completely off as he showed you his deep cut that ran across his stomach. You also saw bruises forming.

"Couch!" you said as you guided him to lie down.

Once he was laying down, you grabbed your kit and started to clean his wound.

You didn't want to ask what happened, you kind of figured.

He ran into the bad guy, but you could guess 'You should see the other guy'.

"Do you need water? Or food? I can leave you to eat and drink without your mask."

"Water, please." you nodded and rushed to get him some water before returning. When you saw his hair you immediately turned to give him privacy as you handed him the water.

"Thank you." you heard him say before you heard him put the glass down. "Y/N... You will think I'm a creep, that I'm insane but, please... look at me."

"I can't. Your identity is secret for a reason."

"I don't care, I nearly died today and I realized many things. I realized that I didn't want to lose you because I love you."

You barely registered what he was saying, you blamed the blood loss.

"T-That's sweet but I have a boyfriend now."

"I know. It's me." this made you whip your head around so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. And indeed, it was Peter Parker on your couch.

"What?"

"I'm Spider-Man."

"No, I got that but...WHAT?!" you clearly didn't get it. So many things ran through your head but now it made sense how he knew where you lived. "So, you have... oh gosh." now you were thinking if you said anything weird, thankfully you didn't, but you could recall times when you almost did. Which almost made you cringe so hard you almost fell.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I am a creep and I lied to you so I can get close to you because I was too nervous to talk to you as Peter."

"I always stared at you in class." you suddenly blurred out. "And the others caught on, they always bullied me, saying you were too good for me, that I am only a loser. So I'm just as big of a creep as you are." his hand held yours as you kept staring into his eyes.

His perfect eyes.

"I do really like you, Peter. Spider-Man or not. I just... I always liked you."

"So did I." he smiled a little. 

"I just wasn't sure... after Gwen..."

"This is so much different than Gwen. I did love her, but I know that I can love you more. We fit together, I saved you, I was watching you walk home... almost every night, just so I can be sure that you are safe."

"Peter, I appreciate it, really. I just want you to be happy."

"And I-We-We will be." you gave him a smile as he moved but then hissed out in pain. 

"Don't move." you said as you moved closer to him, letting his lips meet yours.

You felt his palm cup your cheek as he kissed you with so many promises.

And from that day on, you could say that Spider-Man was your boyfriend.

Your life was boring, but who else could say that Spider-Man was their boyfriend?

Not many, you bet. 

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~Masterlist~

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DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS  

[thebisexualdogdad]

Just simple dating Peter headcanons with some inclusion of how first times would be

Peter Parker x Male!reader

● the first time Peter saw you was on the first day of 10th grade

● he was standing at his locker watching you talk to the principal who was showing you around

● Ned broke him out of his trance "happy first day of school Pete"

● "yeah, yeah you two Ned. Who is that?" He asks pointing to you

● "Oh I think his name is Y/N? He just transferred here from some school in Brooklyn"

● the first time you talk to him is a few days later in Chem class when the teacher told you to partner up for a lab assignment

● your seat was in front of him and he hadn't been paying much attention to what was happening

● you turned around and he was looking longingly at you which he quickly stopped doing as soon as you locked eyes

● "Hey you're Peter right?"

● "yep that's me, Peter Parker"

● "did you want to work together?"

● "absolutely! Uh work on what exactly?"

● he had been crushing on you for an entire year when he finally told you he had feelings for you

● your first date was to a little Italian place that May recommended

● Peter nervously spilled marinara sauce all over his pants

● you thought it was hilarious, the waiter however was quite annoyed

● your first kiss was the same night when you walked him home and stood outside his door saying goodnight

● you leaned in and kissed him when May opened the front door

● "How was the date Peter? Oops looks like I'm interrupting"

● "May!!"

● the first time Peter called you his boyfriend he was talking to Happy

● "So you're turning down an invitation to work with the avengers… over a boy?"

● "not just any boy Happy, my boyfriend! … holy crap I've never called Y/N my boyfriend before"

● the first time he tells you he loves you is 6 months into your relationship

● he had a really close call on a mission and snuck in through your window to see you

● "Peter are you okay? Did you get mugged?"

● "yeah I uh, got mugged and it was super scary and I just needed to tell you that I love you because I really didn't think I'd be making it home tonight"

● "I love you too Peter"

● his entire demeanor changes when you say it back and he just smiles and kisses you

● "as much as I want to keep kissing you babe we should really get you cleaned up, i think May would freak out if you came home covered in blood"

● your first time isn't too long after that

● May was out for the night so you had the apartment all to yourselves

● Peter wanted it to be as romantic as possible

● so he cooked you dinner, lit candles (which he may or may not have almost caught the curtains on fire with) and dressed up in his nicest clothes after showering three times

● it was soft and gentle, a lot of asking if what either one of you was doing felt good and where it was okay to touch each other

● there was a lot of fumbling around and giggling

● you guys were laying in his bed still naked, the biggest smiles on your faces when you hear the front door open

● "Oh crap May's home where are my pants?"

● "Peter? You home? Why are there candles everywhere? And what have I told you about leaving dirty dishes in the sink?" You hear from the living room

● that was also the first time you had to sneak out of Peter's room through the fire escape after having sex

[ynscrazylife]

Being the Bubbly new Spider-Hero

You’re a new spider-hero at the Spider Society who was recruited by Jess Drew and you easily caught Miguel’s eye . . . but for the wrong reasons. You were quite bubbly and excited, enjoying being a spider-hero and to work at the Spider Society. This was quite a contrast to Miguel’s nature, as he almost didn’t enjoy being a hero. He liked helping people, but with the events that led to it which included losing his daughter . . . It was difficult for him. You were difficult for him.

When you messed up on a mission, Miguel got his chance to unleash his ever-building frustration as he dug into you. He was harsher than he should’ve been, bringing up your flaws and ripping into you. He was so harsh that he brought tears to your eyes. You were ashamed and unhappy.

Miguel knew the instant you left that he had gone too far. His brooding nature that kept him from doing anything at first. He sat by himself for a while and for once, LYLA stopped being snarky with him and tried to help. She really liked you.

He got his opportunity when you were hospitalized at another mission gone wrong. When you woke up to see him by your side, you thought he was going to critique you again and you began to apologize. Much to your confusion, he was quick to shush you, saying he was here to be with you and see how you were. You were bewildered and caught off guard. He began to apologize for his behavior and opened up about his past in a way that he never had before. Something about you made him feel safe to be vulnerable around.

You were still a little wary (as you had every right to be), but you wanted to hear him out. It was going to be a slow process to fully forgive him, but you wanted to try. There was just something alluring about him . . .

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

cat and mouse

pairing: ps4!spider-man x blackcat!reader

wc: 744

warnings: only slight sexual tension. no y/n use ‘cat’ as a nickname.

A/N: not really spooky or fall but i just used this as an excuse to do another blackcat reader since the first one was when my writing was….horrible. also I just want the both of them so badly!!!!!

masterlist / peter parker

the chase was always the best part of the hunt. the thrill of the game knowing you’ll always out run his reach, another night of getting away with your earnings. but you did like when he caught you every now and again, hands pining you hard to the ground, chest panting with adrenaline.

you always had the urge to reach up and tug his mask free, probably why there was always a tight grip on your wrist. probably able to read your mind, hear your thoughts and desires.

or because you’ve verbally said one night, “would love a peek under the mask, spidey. bet your real handsome.”

you enjoy the position the chase forces the two of you into. him on top, gloved hands having firm but non-bruise touches, his thighs straddling you on the side of your hips. you pretending to be defenseless on the bottom, lightly shuffling your body around. you always get away though, just a little bad luck on your side to slip free for the night.

tonight was another night of this cat and mouse game. you running and leaping over rooftops with a bag of high tech strapped to your back with spider-man swinging and shooting webs to slow you down in anyway, you just cut yourself free with your claws though.

“thought you could do better, spidey!” yelling over the wind, voice airy and teasing. a sneaky glance over your shoulder you saw as his red and blue suit glided in the air before shooting another web for momentum.

“and i thought we’ve done this dance before, cat!” he managed to land just in front of you on the rooftop, blocking your straightforward run. you skidded to a stop, fixing your posture to straight and narrow.

“we’re so good at this song and dance, why stop? best part of my nights.” slow seductive steps closer, but keeping a safe distance for now.

spider-man sat his hands to his hips, his own feet moving him closer, “well if you didn’t work on the bad side of the law this could all be different.”

a low purr at that, “oh really?” two steps closer, “how so? saying you want to work together? be partners in crime fighting?” the gap was closing.

his shrugged and swept a hand through the air, “wouldn’t that be better than running around for crime bosses? underestimating you? treating you like eye candy?”

just a foot left between the both of you, “they know not to underestimate me. and if it was the two of us, you’d be the eye candy. haven’t you seen the gossip blogs?”

now you couldn’t see the body or face under the suit and mask, but you noticed the way he stuttered in his steps and how his head snapped over quickly.

adding the stutter in his words, “wh- what do they…. what do they say?” left hand rubbing at the back of his head.

a simply shrug with your shoulders, kicking the tips of your boots into air while walking into spider-man’s orbit. “you know… good body build and height. love hearing you talk in any form,” sharp index finger claw skated across his chest, “love the air of mystery behind the superhero.”

and before a nail could slip under the seam of the webbed mask, spider-man held your wrist. his narrowed bug eyes staring you down, “bad idea, cat.”

“aww, but i’m all for bad ideas.” and with a little bad luck on your side you were able to adjust your stance and managed to twisting spider-man’s air and throw him to the ground while rolling atop him. knees sitting on the sides of his hips with palms holding his chest down. his gloves hands grasped at your hips tight.

“i certainly love this position. too bad it can’t be a different situation.” leaning in close with hooded eyes and lonely lips.

spider-man tilted his chin up and you could hear the smirk in his words, “well, never say never.” and it genuinely caused a stir in your belly, him never one to shamelessly flirt back with you. you liked it.

“maybe another night, spidey.” moving your head to the side of his face and planting a lingering kiss to his masked cheek. then whispering low, “can’t wait for next time.” and you ran like a shadow into the dark night, stolen goods still in your possession. along with spider-man’s heart, something you plan to steal every time.

-

[spideyanakin]

Jokes on you

Peter Parker x Reader B99 Au

Au where MCU lives in the same universe as the 99

Synopsis - Jake is the only cop who’s ever managed to capture Spider-man.

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Peter landed on your fire escape with an inaudible thud, hand gripping the worn-out metal bar to reach for your window. Before his fist could collide with the glass, he noticed the rainbow maker sticker he had bought for you at the MOMA's gift shop on your last school field trip.

He noticed only after spotting the trinket, that you were nowhere to be seen. He could see the mess on your desk, mountains of papers and colored pencils littered the space. The small blue desk light was on, shining across the squiggles on your paper. Peter couldn't see what it was about but he was ready to bet on his superpowers that you were trying to work a case. Either one Peter had told you about or one that had recently caught your attention on the news.

Or maybe even better--a case you had found this afternoon on your internship.

There you were. Peter's sense caught up with your light footsteps towards your bedroom door. Your hand catching the silver handle of your wooden before swinging it open.

Your face lit up when you saw Peter waiting at your window. You jumped on your feet, socked feet bouncing on the blue carpet as you made the few steps toward him.

Your fingers hooked with the handled of your window before pushing it open.

"How long have you been waiting here?" You greeted, soft smile dancing on your lips at his sight.

"A few minutes, barely," Peter swiftly slid into your room, removing his mask and throwing it on your bed before turning back to you.

You took him in, biting your lip. His hair was messy from his spider-man mask, his eyes bright as he stared back at you. He looked happy and you couldn't help but copy his contagious smile.

"That's good," you blurted out, lost in trying to figure out what made him so happy--but he was always happy, it was Peter.

“How was your internship?” He jumped a bit on his heels, pointing to the brand-new NYPD jacket you forgot you were still wearing.

“Fun, actually.” You chuckled. “I got to help fight crime today, a bit like you, I guess," you joked. "I'm assisting a detective, we're working on a case, it's pretty cool."

"Explains this?" He walked towards your desk to get a better look at what had previously caught his attention. You had drawn over a map of New York with different colors and shapes--scribbles only you knew the answers to.

"No, that's a whole different thing," you chuckled, meeting Peter by your desk and leaning closer to him.

“How was your "internship"?” You tilted your head to get a closer look at him. The air quotes getting a small laugh out of him. "Anything on that case you were telling me about?"

“Nope, nothing," he shrugged his shoulders. "Not much but the usual. Stolen bike, helping an old woman cross the road, always that same guy trying to steal a redbull from Delmar's. "

"Every day!"

"Every day! You'd thought he get the hint by now. Delmar threatened to call the police today though."

"As he should."

"Talking about the police, did you know that every cop in the state of New York is trying to catch you? They have this giant bet on which precinct will catch you first. It’s pretty funny actually," you laughed to yourself, thinking back on today's briefing when they taught you all about it. Jake had even shown you his folder with a collection of every single little detail he had collected, including old police reports from other precincts about failed attempts to catch him, to witness interviews.

“Oh well, I'm impossible to catch, darling,” Peter gave you his best grin.

"Confident much?"

"Always," he kissed your cheek.

“Well, be careful. They all think you’re the bad guy," you fixed a few strands of hair on his forehead.

“I always am, princess.” 

"So tell me, what's up with that guy you were telling me about. Because I think they have a similar case going on at the precinct.”

“Well, the guy I'm currently searching for is called Todd Willis. Known for selling drugs around Queens and Brooklyn, but now we think he’s selling Alien substances. Alien drug if you want. Tony asked me to keep an eye on him until they know more. What did you hear today?"

"I don't think that's the same guy, but one of the detectives was going on about how this guy was found with an ungodly amount of drugs and wouldn't tell them who he bought it from."

"Well, please tell me if you have anything on Todd Willis. I think it's bothering Tony more than he's letting on. Be nice to have some more clues."

"Promise."

- 

The next morning you got dressed in the NYPD uniform the nine-nine gave you, stuffing your name badge in your bag before scurrying off to grab breakfast at your closest Starbucks. You never went to Starbucks but you were in a rush and you forgot where you had placed your go-cup. Only when you were waiting for your coffee did you realize Peter had borrowed it two weeks ago and never gave it back.

You basically flew down the steps of the subway, thanking whatever gods were with you that morning because the train was just arriving as you swiped your card.

You finally allowed yourself to breathe correctly once you were sat on the uncomfortable blue bench and the silver doors closed, the train harshly starting again, and leaving behind the platform, heading in a straight line towards your destination.

You checked your watch before taking a new comforting sip of your drink, warm and sweet and everything you felt like you needed to survive today. Your shoulders slacked when you realized you had managed to catch up with the lost minutes, you were going to arrive right on time.

You decided to take your one-month mandatory work experience/ internship Midtown High required, with the NYPD. Unfortunately, you made your decision a little late, so the nine-nine was the only district available. It was a little far from your home, but at least it was still on the same side of the river. A few subway stops weren't going to scare you away.

You didn't mind as much as you thought you would. You loved Brooklyn, and the nine-nine had been much more welcoming than you'd imagine. In the little hours you had already spent with them, they had broken every stereotype that you built about working at a precinct. The images you had made yourself about the calm, serious, and strict detectives were quickly replaced by the chaotic staff that had greeted you days before.

“Morning intern!” Jake bounced on his chair as he saw you walk in.

“She’s not your personal intern, you know,” Amy raised an eyebrow, looking up from her computer as she took a new sip of her coffee.

“She’s technically Captain Holt’s intern,” Rosa entered the conversation, her sharp eyes keeping their focus on her screen. 

“Yeah, but he assigned her to work with me,” he pointed his finger at you and back to him. 

“Two days ago! She worked with me yesterday,” Amy raised her hands, almost offended by Jake’s comment.

“No, she didn’t! She worked with the two of us!”

“That’s because you wouldn’t leave us and forced Captain Holt to put you on the case,” she looked at him with the whites of her eyes.

“Alright, alright. But I’m sure we’re going to work together again.” Jake pointed the pink eraser of his pencil at you and winked. 

You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. 

“Morning Precinct," Captain Holt walked out of his office, head down on a pile of papers in his hands. "I have a new case for you Peralta,” he lifted his gaze to meet Jake's bright eyes. He walked the few steps to his desk, blue sneakers squeaking on the clean white floor before dropping everything that was in his hands on the messy desk, in between the scattered cups of coffee and the old-looking banana peel Jake promised had only been there two days. “So you can let Amy and her intern work on their case,” he nodded, "and clean your desk Peralta" he added, raising a disgusted eyebrow as he scanned the wooden surface. He looked back at Jake before turning on his heels, making large steps back towards his office.

“HA! My intern-” Captain Holt, turned around, and raised an eyebrow for the second time that morning, Amy gave him a small, apologetic smile before awkwardly turning back to you.

You took this as your cue to grab a chair and sit at Amy's desk.

Jake smirked at Amy's awkward interaction before looking down at the files Holt had dropped on his desk. He eyed the white paper who was staring back at him as if this was the greatest puzzle in history.

“Todd Willis?" He blinked, trying to reread the words as if there had been some kind of mistake, hoping he wasn't losing his mind. "Didn’t we close his case a while ago?" Jake turned to Holt who was still standing at the border between the room and the safe heven that was his office.

"Yes, but it was just reopened. He’s been apparently selling some... new, stronger drug.” 

Your face fell when you heard the name. Peter was going after that guy too. Was he that dangerous that he had also caught the eye of the police?

You'd figure Jake was going to ramble about him as he worked the case, maybe you could remember some information and tell everything to Peter. Help him beat the nine-nine and crack the case before they did.

But wait. What if you cracked the case before Peter?

You loved Peter with everything in you but he was always smug about his Spider-man powers making him more useful than any detective around town.

What if you helped Jake and the nine-nine break the case before your boyfriend? Now that would be fun. 

“Captain?” You politely raised your voice, making Holt's attention drift to you. He nodded, expectantly looking at you--you took it as your cue, “may I work with Jake on the case? I was fascinated by this case when it was ongoing,” you gave him your best smile, hoping he would let you in on.

The challenge of helping the nine-nine beat Peter was way too thrilling. A race you were ready to win. A way to grab on to feeling like a super hero in your own way.

Holt raised his eyebrows, taking a second to process your request. Jake was talented but he was the personification of ADHD and could be a pain to work with. Holt truly thought that you had experienced that firsthand the other day. Nevertheless, he saw your attitude towards the Todd Willis case and knew that if you had indeed been fascinated with it, then you might indeed be some great help to his craziest recruit.

“I don’t see why not. Y/n you can work with Peralta on the case. Sorry Santiago, you can partner up with Boyle," he nodded before finally disappearing back into his office.

Amy’s mouth fell open, and Jake abruptly stood up, making a happy dance around his table.

"I'm sorry?" You offered Amy who looked at you with betrayal written all over her features. You stood up and moved your chair to sit next to Peralta.

“She’s my intern now! In ya face! Suckers!” 

“So, what you got so far?” You grounded Jake back to reality. He smiled before sitting in his chair, dramatically straightening his back and licking his finger to better flip the first page, ready to reveal all the information laid out on the files before him.

“Let’s see…”

-

Four hours had passed since you and Jake started working, your help being way more precious than he ever thought it would be. You had relocated to one of the workrooms. A large pinboard on the wall with the potential clues and locations. A table was in the middle of the room, with just even more papers splayed across it; an Agatha Christie book you thought held a potential clue, a random yellow kitchen glove neatly placed in a ziplock that had been found on a goose chase to catch Todd. You hadn't been allowed to pull it out of the bag, but you thought having it around might still be important.

The last blueberry muffin of a box Terry had kindly given you after your first hour of research stood proudly in between the mess you had created, and empty glasses previously holding peach syrup sat on the edges.

You looked at the map pinned to the wall.

“We're missing a step. It’s impossible he carried the drugs from LA to here without anyone noticing," Jake's fingers danced across the map, stopping on the picture of the drug cargo that you had pinned to the Hudson River hours prior. "He must have a base somewhere in New York,” he continued.

You sighed. You knew you needed some information that you could only get in the field, and it bothered you that you couldn't be as free and sneaky as Spider-man. You understood why Peter and the avengers cracked cases so fast and easily. They were able to get information fast and spying came easy. For the police, going on the field meant a whole lot of equipment and prep. They had to be sure, use the clues they already had before they could act on their suspicions.

Your familiar ringtone broke you out of your thoughts.

Of course, it was Peter. As if he knew you were thinking about him. “It’s my boyfriend. Can I take that?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he shook his hand as if to show you it was more than ok, "we should take a break anyways."

You nodded before exiting the room and making a beeline to the terrace where the staff would take their private calls or the occasional cigarette.

“Hey babe,” you smiled over the phone. 

“Hi” 

“What's up?” 

“Nothing much,” he chuckled over the phone. “Just wanted to hear your voice, see how work was going. I got some more info on Todd, Im about to leave the compound."

"Oh neat," you bit your lip. That easy to get information out of Peter?

"I discovered he has a base in Brooklyn,” Peter replied making the last part of his sentence a little mysterious.

“Brooklyn?” Your eyes lit up. “Where in Brooklyn?”

“Clinton Hill, Myrtle av. Plus it’s not far from you." You could hear some shuffling and a door closing behind him. The familiar sound of webs and suddenly, a lot of wind over the phone. "Why?” his voice came out as muffled.

"Peter, are you calling and swinging again?"

"Maybe?" You could barely hear him, making you huff.

"Peter-- we talked about this, please be careful. Call me back after your mission, kay?"

“Yep. That works, bye, love you.”

“Love you too," you hung up, and pocketed your phone. "Unbelievable," you shook your head in disbelief. After the number of times, Peter almost crashed into a building by being on the phone with you or Ned or even Tony--and he had to do it again.

You sighed before walking back into the building, at least he gave you a lead. A very good lead.

“Jake, I think I got something,” you approached the table, eyes dancing across the accumulation of papers before you found your pick. It was a small yellow Post-it note with Jake's sloppy handwriting; ‘Moaning M Ry 2' written in blue ink. You and Jake had spent the whole afternoon wondering what it meant, and your conversation with Peter had struck the answer right out of you.

“Are there any streets around Myrtle av that starts with Ry?” 

“I don’t know so let me check,” Jake turned from the pinboard to his laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he searched the map of Brooklyn.

“Yeah, Ryerson St. Why?”

“Well is there an N2 to this street?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you check the building?”

Jake fidgeted with the keys of his computer before getting the picture of an old grey building.

“Hey! We searched the building ages ago!” Jake pointed to it. “It’s totally possible their base is here!” He approached the board. “Hey this actually makes a lot of makes. But how did you-” he pointed, shock evident in his eyes.

“Well, these guys aren’t the only Harry Potter fans out there,” a small smirk rose on your lips as you handed the paper to Jake. He looked at you with quizzical eyes and then down to the note in his hand. 

“Oh my god!" His eyes grew wide as he read his lopsided letters "Moaning M is Moaning Myrtle I'm so dumb! Harry Potter is just the best right?” He gave you a bright smile.

“Yeah!” You chuckled. “I think you should get a team there as quickly as possible, you don’t know what their next move will be.” You added, wanting more than ever to win this one-way race with your boyfriend.

“Yes. And thank you for your help… Detective.”

- 

You sighed, watching the bottom of your coffee cup, fingers mindlessly tapping on the wooden surface of Jake's desk--while Gina talked about some random life facts about her, instead of giving you the lists of tasks that Captain Holt had asked her to hand you about an hour ago.

"Any news of Jake and Amy?" you turned to Terry who jumped at your voice, quickly closing the flappy golf page--fear of getting caught playing a video game by an intern during work hours quickly rising in his chest.

In all truths, he was bored. While Amy, Jake, and Boyle had run off to the location you had found, he had to work on what was probably the most boring case Holt had assigned him to this year.

He checked his phone, sighing when there was no message, simply his daughters' faces and big bright white numbers staring back.

"No," you melted a little more in your chair at his words.

You wished that you could have gone with them, but security was what mattered most, and of course, interns were not allowed on fieldwork.

You had no news of Peter either, making you think this had actually been a really good lead, and they were all busy trying to figure out what the heck was in this abandoned building.

In the meantime, Jake parked the disguise van and started his lookout. The big grey building sat quiet, as of yet no signs of life revealed to them. Everything was quiet until a light thump rang through the van. 

“What was that,” Amy grabbed the nearest car handle, whispering in panic. 

“Oh my god, I bet it’s Spider-man!” Jake whispered back like a fan girl whose celebrity crush had just breathed the same air. 

“You really think Spider-man is on top of our van?“ Amy tilted her head thinking his idea was absurd.

"That would be amazing,” Boyle said over the intercom. Until now he stayed quiet in the back area of the van accompanied by all the spying equipment. 

“You think we should try and catch him?” Jake whispered even lower. 

“How do you want us to catc-” Amy raised her voice, attempting to speak normally but Jake slapped his hand on her mouth. 

“Shhh. He has special hearing,” Jake whispered as low as he possibly could.

“How do you even know that?” Amy asked, trying her best to match Jake's whispers.

“I have a plan,” Jake carefully looked at Amy. “Alright, Boyle, can you look at the van’s door camera.”

“On it,” Boyle excitedly pressed on the camera buttons. 

“Alright, if he gets down, hit him with a tranquilizer, and quickly grab him. Put him in the van and come in the front with us. Make sure you double-lock the door. Make sure you do it quickly.”

“Why so quick if he’s tranquilized?” Amy didn't see the logic.

“Don’t you know anything about him!? He heals super fast which means we have like two minutes until he wakes up and gets back on his feet,” Jake huffed as if this was common knowledge, almost offended that Amy knew nothing.

“How do you know so much?” Amy whispered scream. 

“He’s like my favorite hero!”

“Yeah, Amy. He’s like Jake’s favorite hero," Boyle added through the intercom.

“And every cop knows that the sixty-seven tried to but he woke up before they could get him,” Jake added like it was obvious. 

And as if on cue, Spider-Man jumped down the van he thought was empty and slowly walked towards the building, careful not to make any startling noise for the potential bad guys who took cover inside.

"JAKE JAKE!" Boyle whispered and screamed as he saw the red silhouette appear on his computer. "He's there!"

Jake let out an excited squeak, and Boyle grabbed the tranquilizer gun that was stored on the side of the computer desk. Boyle took a breath before opening the door in a flash, perfectly shooting a tranquilizer right into Spider-man.

"Jake! Amy!" Boyle screamed and Amy and Jake rushed out of the van--making Jake scream when he saw his hero laying face flat on the floor.

"Oh my god, this is the best day of my life!" He jumped like a kid high on sugar. "Amy we caught Spider-man! We caught Spider-man!"

Amy stared at him in shock, trying to register what was even happening. She blinked when Jake and Boyle high-fived.

"Well, what are you waiting for get him in the van!"

- 

You were washing your hands in the bathroom when Jake and Boyle came back in the precinct in a hurry. Jake's hair looked at mess and his eyes were as big as they could possibly get over the excitement,

“Guys, guys! we caught Spider-Man!” 

“You caught The Spider-Man? You sure this isn’t just some guy in a costume?” Holt fixed his glasses, giving skeptical eyes to Jake.

“Hundred percent sure, Sir. No look five!” Jack blindly threw his right hand behind him, just to collide with Boyle's hand who took the cue faster than his mind could comprehend.

“Is it that guy dressed as Spider-man that lives in your building again?” Rosa interrupted. 

“Rosa, if the real Spider-man lived in my building I would have a tattoo on my forehead that says ‘Spider-man lives in my building’” Jake pointed to his forehead and chuckled. 

A small silence fell in the room, Captain Holt crossed his arms, eyes boring into Jake's as he tried to pull answers. 

“We should still check, I really want to know if I should add the 15th bar to my ‘Jake caught a random guy dressed as Spider-man’ board.” Rosa stood up from her chair. 

The whole of the team didn't bother with the thought of Jake's latest potential find, making only Captain Holt, Terry, and Rosa who came only for mere entertainment purposes, followed the team of three to the parking lot where the van had been parked.

"Brace yourselves!" Jake fed into the suspense, slowly placing his hands around the handles before ripping the door open "Ta Da-"

Before the five cops that stood around the van could register, the one and only hero flew out of the confined place, throwing as many webs as he possibly could in an attempt to escape the clutches of the police. Captain Holt was thrown to the floor as a web hit his leg and glued him to the floor.

Without a word, and almost a sigh of total annoyance, Rosa grabbed the taser on her belt and hit Spider-man that was standing right in front of her with it. The poor hero fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Well, you were right. This is The Spider-Man. Now I would really appreciate it if you would get me out of these… Webs.”

“Soz, Sir don’t think I can. You have to wait two hours. Got caught in them once, good luck going to the bathroom Sir.” Jake sheepishly replied, his tone cheery. He bounced on his heels in excitement as he spotted Terry and Rosa already starting to pick up Spider-man.

-

“Thought he would be heavier,” Terry said as he slowly draped the unconscious hero on the chair of the interrogation room.

“Y/n!” Jake called out, out of breath from sprinting up the stairs.

“Hey, how was the mission?”

“It is what we thought it was but that’s not important! Come!” Jake waved his hands for you to come, you raised an eyebrow watching him grab his guitar before making you follow him down to the interrogation rooms. 

“Bab–aaspider Man?” Your eyes went wide. You saw Peter, still fully dressed in his Spider-man suit, face down on the table-- cuffed hands twitching as he was slowly starting to wake up.

“Babpider man? I like that” Peralta added not realizing your almost mistake to call the hero in front of you, babe.

“I hate when you make up words Peralta,” Captain Holt deadpanned.

“We’re about to reveal who he truly is.” Jake bounced excitedly next to you. “Couldn’t let you miss it!” He turned to you, and your mind went through every possible way that you could stop this from happening--but no idea came to mind. “You guys ready?" Jake sat on the table. “I want to wake him up first.” Jake looked at you before unzipping the guitar bag, just to reveal and light brown guitar. You watched as he carefully placed it on his legs, clearing his throat.

“Oh boy,” Amy exclaimed before covering her ears, signing you to do the same.

“SPIDER-MAN, SPIDER-MAN!” Jakes screamed while doing notes on his guitar you were sure not to be the right notes to this song. "DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN!"

Spider-Man shot up, the eyes of his mask opening wide. He looked around at the unfamiliar faces, right until he saw yours. You gave him the most apologetic smile you possibly could, and you could see from the way the eyes of his suit twitched that he was silently asking for your help.

Jake got closer, hand reaching to peel his mask off.

“What but- You can’t just do that!” You tried.

“What do you mean? Its Spider-Man we’re talking about!” Jake almost whined, not understanding your reasoning. 

“But what if his identity remains a secret for a reason? Maybe he wants to stay quiet?”

“Hey hey hey, please don’t remove my mask sir.” Spider-Man shifted in his spot, attempting to move his hands but he was trapped.

“Oh C’mon! This is like my life’s dream. Relax a little, guys! Be cool,” Jake tried to ease the tension.

“But-” 

“You guys can be so stupid sometimes,” Gina lost her focus on her freshly manicured hands, ready to take the matter into her own hands. She planted herself right behind Spider-man before ripping his mask off in one swift motion--a moment straight out of a Scooby-Doo episode, you thought.

“Oh damn your pretty,” she exclaimed before examining his face. “Oh hey, Y/n it’s your boyfriend! Damn girl,” she looked at you and then back to Peter.

Your face burned in embarrassment as the whole of the precinct now stared at you. 

“You know him?" Terry pointed to Peter.

"Kind of?”

"Kind of?" Gina interrupted you. "Queen, you're literally together, kissing on your lock screen."

“Y/n’s boyfriend is Spider-Man,” Jake shrieked.

“Yeah?” You offered him.  

“Y/n’s. Boyfriend. Is. The. Real. Spider. Man,” he looked at everyone in the group. 

“You ok, Jake?” 

“Im cool. Everything is Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.” 

Jake walked out of the room. Silence fell before a loud scream coming from the main room was heard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” 

“He’s gonna be alright”

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