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cute ass fluffy requests??? i got you😉 i’m just gonna ask for small little blurbs tho

- peter accidentally saying i love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned

- reader building the lego death star for peter and giving it as a present

- reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to peter, so their face to face and have their first kiss

btw, love your content🤍🤍

Ahh these are so cute thank you!

Peter accidentally saying I love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned:

Peter and y/n had kept their 6mon relationship a secret from even MJ and Ned as Ned kept badgering Peter about staying a “bachelor” for college and MJ was overprotective of y/n & wouldn’t like the idea of her dating a superhero.

Peter had a rough day and just wanted to go home and cuddle with y/n but they’d already scheduled a study session with Ned and MJ.

“Why can’t you trust an atom?” Y/n asks suddenly, smiling

“What?” Ned asks confused at the sudden change but Peter just smiles, “why?”

“Because they make up everything” she laughs, causing Peter to join in her laughter and cheering him up a little.

MJ and Ned roll their eyes and try to get back on task.

“Why can’t you take electricity to social events?” Y/n asks still laughing.

“Why?” Peter responds, a wide smile on his face.

“Because it doesn’t know how to conduct itself” she shrugs

Peter’s heart soars as she laughs and continues telling science puns/jokes in an attempt to cheer him up.

“God I love you y/n” Peter says for the first time, despite having thought it for the longest time.

Y/n blushes and neither one notice their surroundings for a moment as she smiles and kisses him softly, “I love you too Petey”.

“What the hell is going on here?” Ned asks as MJ pretends to gag.

Peter and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, they have a lot of explaining to do.

Reader building the Lego Death Star for Peter and giving it as a present

Peter’s birthday was coming up in a week but y/n couldn’t afford to get him much.

She’d been working extra hours so she could afford to get her boyfriend a good birthday gift but it still never felt like enough

“MJ I don’t know what I’m going to get him” y/n whines as they chat in her apartment.

“Doesn’t he and Ned like those Lego things? Maybe just get him a box of those” MJ suggests.

“He has nearly all of them. And he has made-“ y/n stops, getting an idea.

Peter and Ned had wanted to make the Lego Death Star but each time they were close to being done they managed to break it.

Maybe y/n could build it for Peter as a gift

It took nearly a week for her to make it as she wanted to do it on her own. But it was finally complete

Knowing her boyfriend, she added some sealant glue to it so it couldn’t break as easily

To say Peter was appreciative would be an understatement

He immediately texted Ned to make him jealous, saying how incredible his girlfriend was

After learning y/n added sealant, he eagerly set it close to his bed so he could see it each night as he fell asleep

Reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to Peter so they end up face to face and have their first kiss

Y/n had been begging Peter to let her try his Spider-Man gadgets ever since finding out his secret identity a long time ago, so today was no different in that sense

However, today Peter caved and agreed to let her try his web shooters as long as it was indoors as he did not want her trying to swing herself and get hurt

Eager to even just hit the button for the webs, she agreed to the compromise in an instant

Within minutes, his room was covered in web shooter fluid, covering nearly every surface imaginable

Peter was tempted to make a joke about how it looked when suddenly she hit him with the webbing by accident.

Peter looked down and saw the web was attached to his chest but still connected to the web shooters in her possession as well, linking the two of them.

“Sorry Pete! I- how do I let it go?” Y/n groaned, frantically spinning her arms around to try and fix the situation

Peter laughed softly at her frustration but before he could help her, her jerks caused the web attached to his chest to pull him against her

She gasped as Peter’s body slammed into her’s and she apologized as she tried to wiggle free

“Y/n/n, it’s okay” Peter said between laughs. “I’ll get us free” he promised, kissing her forehead.

She blushed and looked up at him with a small smile.

Peter’s eyes drifted to her intriguing lips he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the day they met, and then reluctantly away in embarrassment as he knew she saw

“Peter, you’re going to have to kiss me, because my arms are stuck at my side” y/n laughs, wiggling her arms that were webbed to her side to show her point.

Peter’s face flushed but he wasn’t going to miss his chance and propped his left hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her, his stomach turning to mush as his heart swelled

“I should’ve let you try these a long time ago” he blurts as their lips part.

“Now about this… it wears off in a few hours, or I have a solution in the other room” Peter says

“I think we can make do for a few hours, I could always use some Peter cuddles” y/n blushes.

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This was really nice ❤️❤️❤️ a part 2.......... pleaseeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

Secrets | P. PARKER

requested?: no 

pairing: tom!peterparker x bestfriend!reader

authors note: change of POVs midway, from third to first. Agnsty, sorry its all over the place, uhhhhh maybe some awkwardness? :p OH and mysterio still hasn’t revealed Peters identity AND mj and peter aren’t dating & i guess subtle hint of Peters crush towards the reader :-)

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Can someone please tell me wtfff is going on because it's been like 2 years since I found out about loa and void state and I've been trying ever since. It's been on and off but lately I've been serious about this because my life turned to shit last year and now I've finally had enough.

There's one thing that is constant is that whenever I try for the void state (I mostly use sleep methods) and when I fall asleep, wake up, get sleep paralysis, or a lucid dream or wtv, I only experience one thing that is something sucking me down. I always think that I'm in the void state but it's never that. It's always a false awakening and idk how to fix that. Like if I'm lucid dreaming and realise I'm in a dream I would affirm/ do wtv it takes me to the void state, I always end up in this black-soul sucking place like thing. I could feel my heartbeat, could sometimes even hear the fan and all. But I just can't get past that and get into the void. I'll try affirming, visualising but nothing works. And if I tried hard enough, i would end up waking up. I know for a fact that this isn't the void because why am I still hearing the fan?? Can anyone tell me what this is??

Swinging By | Peter Parker

Word Count: 2.5K Pairing: Peter Parker [Earth 199999] x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@spideysbaby: "Maybe a spiderman (tom) sneaking in your room thinking it's his sense your his neighbor"] A/N: Hope I did the request justice... even if I did post it really late 😬😬 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffeeTikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Swinging By | Peter Parker One Shot

Being Spiderman was hard work. 

Being Spiderman as a teenager that was still in high school was even harder. 

And Peter Parker was tired. More like exhausted. 

Of course, he enjoyed the role of superhero and getting to save people —he’d never take for granted having been bit by that radioactive spider. Still, he couldn’t help the fatigue that ransacked his body after every long day that passed. 

He wished it was easier. That he had an endless supply of energy he could distribute whichever way he saw fit. He would have enough for his friends, for Aunt May, the city of New York… maybe even for (Y/N), his downstairs neighbor, and the girl that filled his mind every hour of the day. 

He had seen her around the building. The very first time, she quickly caught his eye. It was the day her family had moved in. Peter had been too shy to say hi. He watched as the three of them walked in and out of the building with boxes in their hands, following the movers up and down the stairs.  

Peter had wanted to help them. But for some reason, his limbs had gone numb and he couldn’t bring himself to approach them. Any of them. He simply watched as they moved back and forth in the building until they disappeared into their new home. It was clear that he had missed his chance to introduce himself to the girl that was wearing a sweater from the New York Hall of Science. 

But May was always one step ahead and she had seen the longing stares her nephew would give to the girl every time she walked by. The boy had everything going for him. All he needed was a little push. And who better than his aunt to give it to him? 

May had made a batch of “homemade” cookies –which meant she had bought premade dough and followed the instructions– for the new neighbors. Conveniently, she had to run out to the office on a saturday morning and couldn’t drop them off, leaving Peter to take care of the task. 

“But, can’t you just leave it at their door with a note?” Peter whined as he felt anxiety bubbling in his body. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it regardless.” 

“Oh, come on, Peter,” she chuckled as she struggled to put on her heels. “You swing from building to building and face aliens and magicians and criminals every day. I don’t think handing your neighbors a plate of cookies could compare.” 

“But…”

“Peter, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please,” she smiled sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, fine,” the boy finally resigned. “See you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sweetie,” May called as she left through the door. “See you tonight.” 

Peter had stared intently at the seran-wrapped plate in his hands, hoping he had developed teleportation powers in his sleep. He could already feel the knot of anxiety pushing against the walls of his throat, constricting sounds and air back. He couldn’t face her, not without making a fool of himself —something he could be sure of without his spidey senses. 

He had decided to take the stairs, walking slower than humanly possible. But he wanted the time to build his confidence. He had been the Spider-Man for a little over eight months but he had met his match in the form of a girl his own age. 

Before he had known, he had reached apartment 2F. The door was mocking him, teasing his cowardice and  nervousness. All he had to do was raise his fist and knock on the door. 

“Get it together, Parker,” he spoke to himself in a hushed tone. “Just knock. All you have to do is knock on the door, leave the cookies, and go, nothing more. Just get it together. She might not even be there. It could just be her parents. Why are you so scared? It could just be her…”

“Can I help you?” A honey-laced voice broke him out of his trance as the door in front of him swung open. Her smile was as sweet as her voice and seeing her in passing did not compare to perusing her face at that moment. “You’re our upstairs neighbor; right?” 

“Uh, uh,” he stammered as his train of thought broke. “Yes. Neighbor. Me.”

“Yes. Neighbor. You,” she chuckled. “I’ve seen you around. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty,” he sighed contentedly. But as soon as he noticed the words that had left his mouth, his whole face had gone red. “I mean, your name is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty, but I was talking about your name.”

“I figured,” she smiled warmly. “And yours is?”

“Oh, it’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, may I ask why you were rambling in our Ring camera for a minute or two?” (Y/N) questions kindly. “Not that I’d mind seeing a cute guy talking to himself at my front door.”

If it had been possible for his face to grow redder, it had. He was sure he had turned the same shade as a tomato. “Yes, cookies,” he scrambled for his answer. His hand extended quickly, showing her that he wasn’t some creep at her door. He had brought a treat. “My aunt baked them to welcome you and your family to the building.”

“That’s so nice of you,” she beamed. “And normally I’d invite you in and share them with you, but we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to impose either way/”  

“You could never, Peter Parker,”  she had smiled brightly at him. “But you should definitely come over soon. Might be some cookies left. Or I could make some brownies and send them your way.”  

“I love brownies!” Peter answered enthusiastically. “And I might just take you up on your offer someday soon.”  

“You better,” she had responded teasingly. “I’ll see you around the building then, Peter.”  

“See you around, (Y/N).”  

Seeing her around had turned into almost every other afternoon. And the building had turned into seeing her almost everywhere, including Midtown School of Science and Technology. Any free time he could find all he wanted was to spend it with (Y/N) – even if everything in his life was against it. The more he wanted to see her, the more the universe seemed to throw obstacles his way. A spike in criminality, another school project, Tony Stark calling him to the Avengers tower, everything that kept him from spending more time with her. 

And everything had made him more and more tired. 

For almost a month straight of coming home late at night, almost blind from exhaustion. His body had gone into auto-pilot. He would sneak into his room through his window, slip off his mask, and crash onto his bed to get at least three to four hours of sleep before he had to be up once more to do it all again. Peter could have made it into his bedroom with his eyes closed.  

Something he shouldn’t have attempted to do even if he could.

It had been a rather debilitating night. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling on his forehead, his muscles were tight and sore, his leg was throbbing, and all he wanted to do was sink into his bed and pass out for a week. 

Peter climbed the fire escape slowly, his eyes closed as he counted in his head the three flights of stairs that would lead him to his bedroom. His window gave him more trouble than normal, getting stuck halfway, something it had never done before. And when he slipped into his bedroom, he found it was darker than usual. But, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just sleep. 

He slipped off his mask, wincing as the fabric stuck slightly to the cut on his face. Once the cover-up was off, he finally took in the room he was in. Quickly enough, he noted it was not his. Where his bunk beds would be, rested a full bed with black and gold bedding. The desk that would normally be covered with figurines and papers was replaced by a neatly organized surface. And he definitely would have remembered hanging vines and string lights on his wall.

“Uh, Peter?” His eyes went as big as saucers as he figured whose room he was actually standing in. “What the hell?”  

The boy turned around quickly, feeling a sense of deja vu from when his aunt had found out his secret identity. He did his best to shield his suit, putting his brain into overdrive to come up with a plausible excuse for standing in the middle of her room dressed like New York’s one and only Spiderman. 

“I, uh,” he stammered. “I can explain.” 

“Peter, you’re hurt,” she gasped as she turned on the lights in her room. “Sit. I’ll get the first aid kit.” 

Peter was dumbfounded. He was expecting her to freak out like Ned, or curse at him like aunt May. Instead, (Y/N) seemed far more worried about the cuts on his face than the fact that he was a secret superhero. 

He took a seat on her desk chair, placing a discarded towel he’d found in her laundry basket, too afraid of staining her furniture. As he waited for her to come back, his eyes studied her room. His gaze fell upon a bundle of pined pictures on her wall, specifically on a picture from the month before. 

They had spontaneously decided one afternoon to go to Central Park with Ned and MJ. They had walked, they had laughed, they had eaten ice cream, and, unbeknownst to him, MJ had snapped a picture of them as (Y/N) cleaned a drip of strawberry ice cream from his chin. But what stood out to him was the way her eyes shined as she looked at him. It was a gaze he had never noticed before on her. 

“Got it,” she breathed as she came back into the room. “I just hope it’s enough. It doesn’t look that deep.” 

(Y/N) settled before him, quickly going to work on cleaning his face. She poured alcohol onto a cotton pad, using the softest touch to not hurt him more than he already was. Her concentration zoned in on every cut, making sure not a single one was left behind. 

Peter couldn’t help but memorize her face. The way her tongue peaked out slightly from her lips, the small furrow of her brows, and the little scrunch of her nose. He could have stared at her for the rest of time and he would have been okay with that. 

“Alright,” she sighed. “All done. Is there any other wound concealed in this onesie?” 

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My body might just be insanely bruised.” 

“Do you need some ice?” (Y/N) worriedly asked. “Might not have enough for your whole body but I have enough for the most important areas.” 

“I’m okay,” he smiled. Peter stared curiously at her. They had spent over twenty minutes together and she had yet to mention the biggest elephant in the room –she didn’t give any indication that she would do so. “(Y/N), why, uh, why aren't you freaking out?” 

“I did. There was visible blood on your face but it’s gone now.” 

“No, (Y/N). I’m talking about the whole Spiderman thing,” he pointed. “You’ve barely reacted to the fact that I’m standing before you, dressed as Spiderman, with wounds on my face.” 

(Y/N) did something that he had not expected. She laughed. “I’ve known for a while now, Peter,” she said. “You might be quiet and sneaky when you’re out catching bad guys and saving the world, but you leave all your stealthiness in the street. Once you’re home, you tend to make a lot of noise. I saw you one time when I couldn’t sleep. I had been staring out my window trying to find anything to tire my eyes when I saw a flash of red and blue land on the fire escape. Don’t think Spiderman would have too much business with you, so I just assumed.” 

“So you saw me… as Spiderman?” Peter confirmed. “And you didn’t say anything.” 

“I didn't feel like it was my place,” she shrugged. “I wanted to wait until you trusted me enough to tell me.” 

“I do trust you,” he whispered, afraid that she would take his secrecy incorrectly. “I just… I just wanted to keep you separate from all of this. I don’t know what I would do if I put you in danger. I care about you, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” she smiled before she noted the underlying sentiment behind Peter’s brown eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. Peter then tested the waters, standing from the chair and getting closer to her. “I’ve wanted to get closer to you whilst keeping you at arm’s length in order to protect you because I know just how dangerous it is to even be associated with me. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe.”       

“Is it corny to say I can keep myself safe?” (Y/N) chuckled, taking his hands in hers. “I know it’s crazy but anything is worth it if I can… get closer to you.” 

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if I had to sleep outside your window every night.”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, releasing one of his hands to place a comforting palm on his cheek. “I don’t need your protection, Peter,” she said, her fingers tracing his features. “I need you safe. And well-rested. You look tired.” 

“I am,” he confessed with a sigh, closing his eyes at the warmth of her hand. “But, for you, I would never sleep again.” 

“I would rather you sleep, Peter,” the girl responded. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit? I’ll get you a shirt and some sweatpants. Wouldn’t want you stumbling around in a Spiderman suit and all exhausted like that.” 

“Honestly, I cannot deny that request,” Peter chuckled. “I don’t think I could make it up the fire escape tonight. But, I do want to do something before.” 

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked meekly. 

“Please,” she breathed.

With a smile, he closed all distance between them and placed his lips onto hers. He reveled in the warmth of her lips, enjoying the softness and plumpness of them. It was everything he had daydreamed of for months on end… except the suit… and the wounds… and the sluggishness. Other than for those things, it was perfect.  

“Want me to get those clothes now?” (Y/N) chuckled as they broke the kiss. “I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Only if we can kiss some more after.” 

“We can kiss any time you swing by,” she grinned. “I might just keep leaving my window unlocked for you.”

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YAAAAS 😍😍😍 PLEASE I LOVE ALL THE TOM HOLLAND AND PETER PARKER ONES!!!!!!

going thru my google drive and found some of my wips so im gnna share them. if yall like any in particular, lmk cus maybe itll motivate me to write them

1. Peter Parker - A FWB situation takes a turn for the worse when the lines begin to blur for Peter, teetering between friends and more just as you begin to dote your attention elsewhere. (smut, angst, fluff)

2. Tom Holland - Working as a medic on Tom's set proves to be more than just fun and games when a particular someone's feelings develops into more. Jealousy erupts when someone else beats Tom to asking out said medic, a confession only spurring on after a stunting accident that causes great havoc. (fluff, angst)

3. Mob!Tom - A bookstore owner owes Tom a great deal of cash and he comes to take what's rightfully his, only to run into a tired minimum wage worker who's uninterested in his threats, leading to a lifelong love story that neither would expect. (fluff, slight angst, smut tbd)

4. Mob!Bucky - Your casual hookup buddy finds himself starting to crave something more and he couldn’t have come around at a more perfect time. (fluff, angst, smut tbd)

i have hella obx wips but i havent seen s2 so idk if theyll even make sense now 😭 but heres some. if someone could lmk if theyd still work? ill write them possibly

1. Rafe Cameron - Rafe turns 21 without you by his side and it hurts more than you expected. Based on 21 by Gracie Abrams (angst)

2. JJ Maybank - Not disclosing your sexual history with John B. to JJ proves itself to be a big mistake when things get out of hand after JJ finds out. (angst, fluff)

3. JJ Maybank - After reluctantly hiring you as his tutor, yours and JJ's feelings begin to develop into more. Too bashful to admit it, JJ adamantly denies it in front of the Pogues, only for it to be overheard by you, leading to a series if hurt and anger that could have been easily resolved if JJ simply had the courage to admit his feelings. (angst, fluff)

that's all. peace n love <3

How to shift realities from someone who regularly does

Hii! I am pretty new to the Tumblr shifting community and I didn’t really plan on posting anything but after browsing around a bit, I kind of wanted to give my two cents on shifting. I used to be active in the Amino community back then but then I took a break to focus on myself. Some time passed since then and I have been shifting pretty regularly now. And after looking through some posts, I wanted to share some things to maybe help others.

Disclaimer: I fully believe shifting is personal and should be tailored to you. What works for me might not work for you and that’s okay! However, I would be very glad if this helped someone. Also excuse how I explain some things. Since I just got back, I’m not very caught up with new shifting terminology so I’m just going to explain how I understand it instead.

You are only consciousness. That is what you are and what you will always be. There will never be any reality, circumstances, doubts, fears, or anything tied to you unless you allow it to. You as consciousness, your only role is to experience and be conscious of things. So as you become conscious of new things, you shift.

As consciousness, your natural state is the void state. You only experience reality when you take on a vessel, which is your body. So through these vessels, you experience reality. And as you live in these vessels, you will encounter its emotions, doubts, and thoughts. This is why people say you are not your doubts or fears, because truly you are not. You are only experiencing it through the vessel. They are not your own, but the vessel’s.

So to shift realities, you simply decide a reality then become conscious of it. Literally just that, you decide and then become. There’s nothing more or less to it I swear.

I think the reason why many people fail to comprehend this is because they had been putting in so much effort that they couldn’t believe how actually effortless it really is. I think it’s because they try to force it without understanding how it just comes naturally. Shifting shouldn’t be about taking control but rather just be. I see people asking how this and how that and am I doing it right, and I just want to say forget all about that and focus on just being.

You had always just been consciousness experiencing reality through a vessel your whole life. You had always made a choice on a reality then proceeded to become aware of it. So now decide on that reality that you want and just be conscious of it. That’s all it is. If it helps, help yourself understand that you are only consciousness. Remind yourself throughout the day, when you experience this vessel’s doubts, or before you sleep. Truly understand that you are not tied down by anything because you are literally just consciousness.

If you question why you should listen to me, it is because I was in your shoes before. For a really long time, I really thought that shifting is just not something I could do and that it was all just an inside joke. I was at my all time low and I just didn’t know what to think or believe anymore. Yet, here I am, shifting as regularly as I sleep. That being said though, I don’t want you to idolize me or envy me. Don’t idolize a consciousness when you are literally one as well and can do anything I can.

I hope this post was understandable. I’m not much of an explainer but I tried my best.

OMG THIS LITERALLY MADE MY DAY!!! 😭😭💖💖

Hi could I request a spider man x fem!reader? In which she is kind of an adopted daughter to Captain America and has to figh against Peter and Stark during civil war. But Peter can't hurt her because he has a little crush and after the avengers solved their problems Tony encourages him to confess

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pairing: peter parker x fem!avenger!reader

summary: peter and reader are on different sides of the civil war conflict, and peter finds that he just can’t hurt the girl he loves.

warnings: none! just soft, adorable, dorky fluff with this cinnamon roll of a boy

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.5k (I swear I’m not trying to make a habit of this)

a/n: hello lovely nela! thank you so much for this request, it was such a cute one to write, and I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be 🥰 I’ll be honest, this one got away from me a bit, I got super caught up in their meet-cute and the exposition but hopefully that’s alright! I’m super excited to write more peter parker, and I’m really grateful that this was my first request for him. please feel free to request again, but also I’m really keen to hopefully get to your other request soon!

- daniella 🤍

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“Peter, what the hell are you wearing?”

From his crouched position, Peter glanced around quickly before shooting up, glaring at MJ. “I was trying to be incognito. Thanks for ruining it.”

“Uh, you’re literally crouching against a locker wearing all black clothes and black sunglasses in the heart of summer? Pretty sure you were a second away from ruining it yourself anyway.”

“Hey, I resent that-” Peter began, stepping forward as his arms crossed in spite, before his spontaneous attempt to spin back towards the object of his attention caused him to fall flat on his face.

Ignoring the chuckles emanating from the group that Peter was just peering at, MJ shot the back of his head a pointed look, as he remained flat on the hallway floor.

“Just tell me when they’re gone, alright?”

Glancing up at her, and accepting MJ’s outstretched arm, Peter lifted himself from the floor. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, MJ retorted, “Oh, so you aren’t dressed as an emo spy, staring at that group of popular kids to get a glance at the new girl?”

A blush coated Peter’s cheeks as his arm automatically raised to rub the back of his neck. “Pfft, that’s uh…that’s absolutely…what I was doing. You got me.”

As he prepared to elaborate on his defeated response to MJ, the bell rang. Thankful for the reprieve, Peter glanced back in your direction, caught your eye from within the group and sent a small, awkward, wave your way. His breath hitched in his throat as you smiled warmly back at him and matched his wave in response, before walking off with the group. His heart soared when you glanced back at him before turning the corner on your way to your next class.

…

Resting his face on his chin, Peter watched you fondly from his regular seat in his physics class. Now, he discovered, one of three mutual classes that you had. You were discussing the work you had to catch up on with Mrs Warren, having transferred to the school part way through the current term, and Peter was mesmerised by your kind smile and glorious laugh.

Suddenly, he was pulled from his reverie by a sudden force, nudging him from his side. Scrambling to sit up properly, Peter turned to Ned, who was now smiling mischievously back at him. “Dude, you’re so smitten. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Right. Smitten. Yeah.” Peter began, still focused on your conversation, before realising what he was admitting to. “I mean, no! I’m just trying to work out what the new girl’s deal is.”

It was a half-truth. The full truth was that Tony Stark, annoyed that Captain America had a new protégée, had asked Peter to gather intel, to work out what was so special about this girl that the Captain had ignored Tony’s pushbacks and insisted that the Avengers needed her as much as she needed them.

Tony had recounted the conversation to him the day before, with a level of detail that only pettiness allowed.

“She’s a good kid, Tony, and let’s face it - we can use as much support as we can get.”

“It’s not about how ‘good of a kid’ she is, Cap,” Tony began, pointedly. “She’s a kid, do we even know anything about her? Is she even on our side?”

“Our side?” Steve sighed, “Look, Tony, last I saw, she was saving busloads of kids from being crushed by the debris of collapsing buildings. She wants to help, and dammit Tony, she just needs a chance.”

“So you sympathise with her, is that it? She reminds you of how badly you wanted to fight for your country? The scrawny kid that just needed someone to believe in him?” He took a step towards Steve, and locked eyes with him. “You want to give her this chance enough that you’d risk her life for it, then by all means, bring her in. Just know that whatever happens to her is on your shoulders.”

An hour later, Peter had been summoned to Tony’s office.

“-And then he says ‘that’s a chance I’m willing to take, are you?’ and struts out!” Tony had marvelled at a speechless Peter. “I swear, if I have to spend one more minute staring at America’s ass as it walks away from me, I’m gonna lose it.”

Peter had chuckled lowly, unsure of how to respond to Tony’s outburst.

“It’s like, excuse me-” Tony began, spinning to face Peter with a pointed look, “Since when do we get protégé’s, am I right?”

Scrunching his mouth awkwardly as he thought of a way to reply that wouldn’t offend his new mentor, Peter had nervously muttered, “Well, I mean, you have me right, Mr Stark? I guess it seems kinda fair?”

In response, Tony waved a hand noncommittally, “Eh, it’s not the same.”

A little disenchanted, Peter raised an awkward hand to rub the back of his neck. “Uh i-it, it isn’t?”

Tony softened, clearly not meaning to offend him. Placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, he responded, “Look, kid. I thought long and hard about inducting you into the Avengers, and it’s still something I have my reservations about. I don’t want to risk anyone’s life, but I have faith in you-”

Peter smirked up shyly at Tony’s words, and was met with the face of an inventor at work. “In fact, how would you like a little homework mission?”

And so here he was, sitting in his math class, trying desperately to find a way to talk to you, to find out literally anything about you. Partly for Tony, but mainly because he found himself drawn to you, and was unable to tear his eyes away.

…

Before he’d been able to report back to Mr Stark his findings, lacking as they may be, Peter had been alerted to a crisis that required immediate attention. Suiting up and swinging to his local bank, he was surprised to find the three bad guys already tied up and police sirens on their way. Standing in front of him, however, was a true sight to behold.

There you stood, beaming at him in an electric purple bodysuit. As he took the sight of you in, you walked towards him, placing a hand gently on his chin before whispering, “Looks like someone needs to work on that spidey sense, hmm?”

He barely had the time to regain regular brain functioning for long enough to formulate some semblance of a response before you were gone, vanishing as quickly as whatever witty remark he’d hoped to impress you with. Feeling a sudden emptiness without your intriguing presence, he came to and swung to his regular rooftop pondering space.

…

He could feel your presence behind him before you even said anything. He turned slowly to face you, relishing the moment of suspense as you approached him where he sat, legs dangling over the roof’s edge.

“Mind if I join you, Spider-Man?”

He shook his head, probably too eagerly, but you didn’t seem to mind. As you sat to his right, Peter blushed at your proximity, noting that with the whole roof at your disposal, you bunched up next to him.

You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, “So, what’s a sweet guy like you doing on top of a place like this?”

He chuckled, “Honestly? Trying to process how I’m supposed to feel about my job being done for me, and in such an effortless way.”

You smiled, eyes lighting up beneath your mask at the compliment. “Aww shucks, I’d say I feel bad, but I figure the quicker I am, the less risk there is to you. I’d hate to see you hurt because I didn’t get there fast enough.”

“I do, uh, I do have super healing, ya know?” He felt sheepish trying to impress you in such a boastful way, “-but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You smiled warmly, just as you had done in class earlier that day, and his worries disappeared. “So, uh, what are your powers?”

You laughed at his bashful curiosity, leaning towards him until your faces were mere inches away, before vanishing before his eyes.

Letting out a shocked gasp, Peter’s eyes widened, before he felt a gentle tap on his left shoulder. As he turned, he was met with a coy smile before you muttered, “Teleportation mainly.”

His jaw dropped in awe, “That’s-wow, that’s so cool.”

“Teleporting myself and small objects comes naturally but I’m still working on teleporting others,” you smiled warmly before adding, “-and don’t get me started on time travel.”

He audibly gasped, causing a fond chuckle to escape your lips. Just as he was wracking his brain for some topic to keep the conversation going, you stood up. “Well, this has been lovely but I have to head home. Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

He stood up, running a hand through his hair as he regarded you. “Yeah! I’d-uh, I’d like that.”

You seemed to consider him for a second, before quickly leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. When he looked back up, you were gone, and he found his hand automatically reaching up to where your lips had been, his cheek still tingling.

He was doomed.

…

Blink.

That’s what they’d called you. The week after your official meeting on the rooftop, the tabloids had been almost as fascinated with you as he was.

He had to admit, it was the perfect superhero name for you. Every time he saw you, whether in class or fighting crime, he was always terrified that he’d blink and miss you. In fact, all of your encounters since that day had been brief. And he hated it.

In painful irony, his meeting with Tony the next day had been agonisingly long.

“Alright, kid, what can you tell me about y/n?”

Peter had sighed dreamily. “She’s amazing, Mr Stark. She’s kind, smart, she smells amazing-”

“Woah, Underoos, got anything actually useful?”

Peter had snapped out of it, then, a furious blush radiating from his cheeks. “Oh, sorry Mr Stark, uh, well she can teleport herself and small objects, and she’s working on time travel. And uh…she…”

Tony’s eyebrows had raised in impressed shock, then anticipation as Peter fumbled through the rest of his sentence. “-she may or may not have gotten to a crisis call faster than me.”

“Now that’s something,” Tony pondered aloud, “Good job, kid, proud of you.”

Peter smiled at the ground, “So, are you thinking that she can join the Avengers? because that, gee, that would be-”

Tony rolled his eyes before sighing, “Teenagers.”

…

If there had been any sign that Tony had softened and was genuinely considering inducting y/n into the Avengers, as Peter so desperately hoped, it had vanished as quickly as she could, when the news of the Accords broke out.

Tony wasn’t acting like himself, at least from what Peter had witnessed. He was emotional, more unpredictable than usual, and worst of all, resigned. Peter barely knew the man, but he knew that one thing Tony Stark did not do, was give up.

And so, when Tony summoned him for the fight at the airport, Peter had no choice but to go. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you. He would’ve been delighted, had you not been standing next to Captain America, and therefore, out of his reach.

Determined to prove his worth to Tony, and, though he hated to admit it, you, Peter seized the opportunity to make his presence known by disarming the Captain, using his web shooters to seize his shield.

“Nice job, kid.”

“Thanks! I could’ve stuck the landing a little better it’s just-” Peter was suddenly thrown off-balance as you suddenly appeared behind him, stealing back the Captain’s shield.

“You’ve been busy.” The Captain addressed Tony.

“So have you.” Tony gestured to you, now returning to Captain America’s side and handing him his shield.

Tony turned to you. “Look, kid, I’m trying to keep this guy from tearing the Avengers apart. It’s not personal, but I don’t want to have any more casualties on my shoulders.”

You nodded, respectfully, before retorting. “Is that why you’ve recruited a teenager to fight your battles?”

Captain America smiled proudly at you then, placing an approving hand on your shoulder.

Tony wasn’t having it, however, and the tense conversation quickly devolved into a full-blown fight. As Tony flew away in his suit, he assigned his team fighting partners. Peter, devastatingly, was assigned you.

He groaned, begrudgingly, as he sprinted towards the spot you had just been, gaining momentum to swing himself higher into the airport where he thought he noticed you re-appear. As you appeared before him, he waved, awkwardly. “Hey, y/n.”

You smiled, “Hey, Peter.”

“I hope you weren’t offended by what I said down there, I just think it’s a bit hypocritical for Mr Stark to say that he doesn’t want to take any more risks when he’s throwing you in the firing line whenever it suits him.”

Peter softened, “Ah, yeah. I appreciate you worrying about me, I really do, y/n, but Mr Stark’s a nice guy and he believes in me, I know he wouldn’t risk-”

“Less talking, more fighting!” Peter could hear Tony through his suit, “You can get your flirt on later, kid. I need you now.”

Peter turned to you, thankful for the suit covering his blushing cheeks. “Look, I don’t want to fight you, would you mind maybe teleporting around the airport and I can just give chase? I don’t want to let Mr Stark down.”

You smiled at his loyalty, and winked before vanishing and appearing on the tarmac, next to where Natasha and Clint were fighting. As Peter swings down, you vanish and appear behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. Peter notices your rhythm, however, and just before you attempt to teleport again, he catches you with his web fluid and pulls you towards him, holding your body against his own. He smiles down at you, “Hi again.”

You giggle, “Nice one.”

Before you pull away, Peter feels himself thrown to the ground, ears ringing, and notices Wanda chastising you. As Wanda goes to intervene between Natasha and Clint, you suddenly appear on your knees over Peter. He looks up at your concerned face, and his heart melts. “Are you alright?”

He smiles up at you, “I am now.”

Peter notices your blush at his sudden courage, and feels his heart swell, until he notices a trailer flying towards you and quickly leaps up, holding it above the two of you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widened with shock, you nod. “Let me help you with that.”

Peter watches you grimace under an invisible pressure before suddenly feeling a lightness above him. He notices the trailer, slightly bent, appear behind you on the tarmac.

He steps towards you, looking deep into your eyes, “I thought you said larger objects were hard for you?”

You smiled at him bashfully, “I guess this time it was worth the risk.”

Before he could reply, he heard Tony in his suit again. “Kid, I need you inside!”

Apologetically sighing at you, he latched onto the airport hangar and swung himself inside, stopping Bucky and Wilson, before moving back outside to help Tony attempt to subdue Ant-Man, who had now grown to enormous proportions.

Finally finding his groove, Tony praised Peter for his fighting spirit, but at the most crucial moment, Peter distinctly heard a yell coming from the tarmac. It was Captain America attempting to warn you about Ant-Man’s enormous shoe that was seconds from crushing you, but you were too busy disorienting Natasha to hear him.

Peter had a split-second decision to make. The Captain was desperately sprinting towards you, but he wouldn’t make it in time. Similarly, Tony couldn’t hold off Ant-Man on his own, and they really needed to stop him. Staring into the face of the man who’s opinion mattered most in the world to him, Peter muttered an apologetic, “I’m sorry, Mr Stark” before swinging himself in record speed, clutching your body to his as he swung you out of harm’s way just in time, the two of you rolling to a stop further along the tarmac.

The fight seemed to stop in an instant, each Avenger in shock at the sight of their two youngest and most recent recruits in a dizzy haze, milliseconds away from tragedy. Tony and Captain America stopped everything, rushing to your sides. Peter looked down at you, desperately, shaking you as your eyes fluttered open and shut. “y/n? oh God, please tell me you’re okay. Hey, look at me.”

Peter rolled off you as you moved to sit up, glancing around you as the Captain reached your side and cradled you. He looked up at Tony, “I hate to say it Tony, but you were right. This is foolish. We need supervision, I was an idiot for bringing y/n into this without proper training. I know we never got a practice run but, for God’s sake, they’re kids Tony. What was I thinking?”

Tony shook his head. “You were thinking that every kid, especially those as brave as these two, deserve the chance to do what they were born to do.”

He turned to Peter, with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, kid. You know so much more than me, and you’re still a teenager. Imagine what you’ll do for this world as you get to my ripe old age.”

Peter chuckled before turning back to you solemnly, he looked at the Captain for permission before offering you a gentle hand to lift you up. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You smiled, “Thanks for having my back.”

…

A week later and Peter was standing in Tony’s office, having been summoned. He was pacing back and forth because, of course, Tony had decided to go and get some water for the two of them, leaving an anxious Peter to overthink whether Tony’s battle panic had worn off and he was about to get chastised for sacrificing the mission for a girl.

Rather, when Tony re-appeared with water and snacks for the two of them, he tried a different tact. “So, Baby America, hey?”

Had he not been so shocked, Peter would have absolutely lost it at the sight of Tony Stark - genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and above all, his mentor - wiggling his eyebrows excitedly like a schoolboy.  

Instead, Peter, quite embarrassingly, choked on his water, spluttering onto the table before him.

Tony looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Gross.”

Peter wiped his mouth, “Oh God, I’m so sorry Mr Stark!”

“Never change, kid.” Chuckling, Tony pat his protégé’s shoulder affectionately. “But seriously, you’ve got the hots for her, right?”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “Uh, yeah? I do?- I mean, she’s just amazing and honestly really inspiring, I mean, she literally saves lives every day, and she’s beautiful, and she actually laughs at my jokes! Can you believe that? and-”

Smiling fondly at the rambling, lovestruck teenager, Tony couldn’t help but interrupt. “-And so you’re going to tell her all this right?”

Peter’s eyes widened in mortification. “Oh God no! I’m lucky she even wants to spend time talking with me, I’m not going to ruin it by telling her that she’s the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

At that, Tony leaned towards Peter. Peter matched him, leaning forward in confusion. “Uh, kid? I think you just did.”

Slowly turning around as he did that night on the rooftop with you, Peter was met with your gorgeous face once more. Only, this time, the furious blush was for him, and him alone.

As you looked up and met his gaze, you offered him a small, awkward wave, and he was sure that you were meant for each other. He stood up and walked over to you, raising a nervous hand to his neck and rubbing gently - by now an endearing habit of his. “Uh, hi. I’m assuming you heard all that.”

You giggled, shuffling your feet nervously as you looked up at him, “Sure did.”

He grimaced, “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

You smiled warmly, “I think it’s sweet.”

His eyes widened in shock. “R-really?”

“In fact, I think you’re sweet, and I’d kinda like to test that theory, if that’s okay with you?”

He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed as his brain tried to connect the dots. Instead, he noticed you leaning in and realised what was happening just in time to process your soft lips on his. He closed his eyes, gently cupping your face with his hand as he returned the kiss.

When he opened his eyes, he felt a cool breeze, and realised that you’d teleported the two of you, locked in a kiss, back to the very same rooftop you’d first officially met. He looked at you with such longing as he whispered against your lips, “God, please be mine.”

You smiled at him, eyes crinkling in the corners as you whispered back. “Always.”

He let himself blink, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭 Part 2 please 🥺🥺

𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 - (p.p. x reader drabble - angst)

i cannot cry, nor can i touch the way i used to. my fingertips are pruned with my tears and my heart is heavy with sorrow. what has he done to me, oh, what has he done?

summary: empty promises that filled the silence between you gave you a sense of hope, something you longed for after the events of the blip. but what good do his lies do when he can never live up to them?

pairing: peter parker x f! reader (peter x mj)

warnings: toxic behavior

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"Peter?"

He looks up, his eyes trained on you as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, leg shaking slightly as glance around his room, at the pictures he kept framed on his desktop and the project he was working on in the corner.

"Yeah?" He went back to twerking some litter things on his machine, his little curls bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around in his chair, his fingers flying as they did their own little dance.

"I wanted to ask, if..." You entered his room but it didn't feel very welcoming.

Peter didn't seem very welcoming.

You looked at the pictures he taped on the wall, noting that some of yours had been taken down, replaced by him, Ned and MJ when they had gone to Italy, their beaming face taunting you as you gulped.

"Are we good?"

You watched as he slowly set down the screwdriver, his chair creaking as he swiveled around, his eyebrows brought together in confusion as he assessed the question, noting anything he could have done wrong this past week.

"I don't see why not?" He offered you that lopsided grin of his, the one that always made you falter to speak, the one that always made your heart erratically thump away.

You sighed, bringing your hands together as you sat on his bed, staring at your shoes as you spoke, "I'm overreacting, I know I am," You glanced at him, "It's just that we don't talk anymore. A-And I haven't seen you these past three weeks, even though we pass each other in the halls, an-and Ned kept talking to MJ about this plan of hers, I just," You held your face in your hands, embarrassment, and shame crawling under your skin as you hid away the tear marks.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore."

You heard a loud thump and he was in front of you before you could tell, his gentle hand grasping as your wrists tugging them down so that he cud clearly see your face, his lips turned down a frown as he looked you over.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, so" He placed a kiss on the palm of your left hand, "So," He kissed the palm of your right hand, "Sorry," He gently brought your face closer to his so that he could kiss the crown of your head.

He carefully sat down next, his mattress denting under the added weight as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head under his as he comfortingly rubbed your arms.

"I know I haven't been attentive these past few weeks, I've just been so busy with my suit and everything it's just," He did a small explosion sound, his hands animating it out, "So crazy right now, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." He laughed softly, bumping you against him as he did so.

You quickly wipe those petty tears away as you nodded quickly, nestling into his warmth more as you had come to miss it so, listening to him go on and on about his new deal with Happy and the shoes he has to fill in place of your father.

".....You're a Stark, you should know...." He continued on about something, and your brain forced itself to listen to his speech about how much MJ was helping him with his new web slingers and you felt perhaps even worse than you did before.

But in his room, you felt safe and happy, no matter how much you felt like crying in the arms of your beloved as he spoke of somebody else the way he used to speak of you.

---

At school, it was worse.

You didn't share any classes with him or his friends, and your lunch was filled with their conversations and you trying to join in, but them just talking over you.

For the third time, you deflated, pushing the must corn the school offered around with your fork as you listened to MJ and Peter rave about the velocity his new web slingers would shoot.

"And," Peter had to gulp for air, his face tinted red with excitement as MJ jumped over his, adding something new, and Ned watching with an amused expression as they worked off of each other.

"I think that if you changed the-" You went to say but Ned said something you didn't quite catch, and Peter and MJ were quick to hop onto his idea, writing it down in their notebook as they listened to what he had to say.

"My dad showed me that if you-" You scotched a little closer to them, blaming the mistake on the fact that you were sitting a little bit farther from them, but Peter place his notebook down on the place you were going to sit, so you sat still, awkwardly looking around for some help but the other two people were engrossed in what he had to say.

"Hey, Pete," You gently nudged his hand and he nodded to something MJ said, ignoring your quiet please until he no longer could.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raise and you grimaced, biting your cheek as you shook your head, and just as quickly he turned back around, not facing you anymore as he listened to what Ned had to say about his suit.

You glanced up at the clock, calculating that there was only around five minutes until the bell rang, and your shoulder sunk once more, your head throbbing as yet another day went by unsuccessful.

You blamed it on yourself. You know you were stronger, better, louder than this. It wasn't like you to shy away, but you also had your dad to help you through most of it.

With him gone, all you really had was Peter.

And with a final look at him, you could tell he was much more interested in picking out the color for his mask than the act that you felt like his love was slowly eating you alive.

---

"Hey, Peter?"

It was a day after school, like any other, but it felt stranger. Like it did that night in the room like it did those days in lunch.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

He stopped walking, apologizing to MJ as he jogged back to where you were standing, looking over every now and then to where MJ was waiting for him as he loudly sighed.

"Do you wanna hang out at the compound tonight? Sam and Bucky are gonna be in and we wanted to have a movie night, you know-"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it in soothing smiles as he gave you an apologetic smile as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry babe but me and MJ made plans to watch A New Force at my place," He screwed his eyes shut, almost as if he regretted asking:

"Do you want to watch with us?"

And you knew it was a lost cause, you would tell that even if you said yes it would be the two of them watching as you observed.

And so you shook your head, leaving him with the one he truly cared for as you made your way back home, knowing that you weren't the one Peter Parker truly loved,

Never the one that he would truly look in the eye and care for.

I think it's "Let me Be your ruler."

Does anyone know the fic where Peter is part of the mob/mafia maybe even a gang and is interested in the reader? Maybe reader is a little older?