This Was Really Nice ❤️❤️❤️ A Part 2.......... Pleaseeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

AMAZING!!!!! a part 2 pleaseeeeeee where peter and the reader have graduated and separated and Peter soon realises how much he loved her and they meet after a long time but the reader has moved on with someone else??????

love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

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Trying to prove a point to my parents

THIS WAS SOOOO AMAZINGGGGG 💖💖💖

Hi! What about possesive promot 13. “I’m going to be your husband.” with peter parker

It’s a love story, baby, just say yes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes. Purely a fanfiction.

A/N: hi hun!! Thank you so much for your request and for celebrating with me! You can see the masterlist of the celebration here

“I’m sorry,” you remembered uttering those words to your best friend, Peter back when you were young. This was the first time he didn’t give you attention, the first time he withdrew his support and companionship to you. You remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. You didn’t like the feeling, you didn’t like and couldn’t stand when he was mad at you. The two of you were childhood friends, your parents and his adoptive father, Tony Stark, were close friends and business partners. He had grew with you, had attended the same private schools, and same university. He had watched you grew. He had watched you bloomed right before his very eyes. He was yours, and you were his person.

You remembered how cold his eyes were when he looked at you that day, and you swore to do everything to never see those cold and empty eyes staring back at you. “I won’t play with Theo again,” your small lips were quivering, your eyes looking up at the taller kid in front of you. You reached for his little hands, bringing it to your chest, “I won’t choose to play with him over you ever again, Peter,” you swore, your tears streaming down your chubby cheeks.

Peter pouted, his resolved weakening. He could never really stomach to see you cry, at such a young age, he knew he would give you everything for you to be happy. As long as it was with him.

Peter sighed, “That’s not enough,” he pouted before turning his back on the distressed little you.

“What do you need? I promise to give it to you, just don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Peter fished the ring he had purchased with his father, Tony, who laughed when he told him he wanted to buy you a ring. Like a true Stark, he said. You know what you want and you go for it, he said.

“Here,” he took your little hand and without any preamble, inserted the ring on your fourth finger, like Tony taught him to. “If you promise to marry me when we grow up, I promise to never turn my back on you. I promise to forgive everything. I promise to be with you forever.”

You looked at the shiny ring he gave you before nodding quickly, your little curls bouncing before you hugged him. “I promise to marry you when we grow up!”

You remembered how the two of you were glued hip to hip, despite his busy schedule, despite his busy work, he and you always made time for each other. Until you met him again, Theo. Suddenly, you spent less and less time with Peter. It was out of the blue, a whirlwind romance, when all the close friends of your family were invited. The evening dinner was elegant, the light casting a warm glow on the room. No one knew what the dinner was for, and Peter was held up on his job, which caused him to be late. And just as he entered the fancy dining room, he saw you, his angel, standing on the middle, with a man he forgot about kneeling down on one knee. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on him, as if the time slowed down as he watched the woman he loved since he knew what love was nodded her head, agreeing to be someone else’s bride. Not his. Everyone clapped, everyone cheered, but it was all white noise to him as he met your happy eyes. He felt numb, he couldn’t feel Tony’s comforting hand resting on his back. He couldn’t accept this, he wouldn’t. And so when you stepped to his direction with a smile on your face, he stepped back, shook his head slowly, his eyes holding the dark glint that Tony knew so well, and before you could even come near him, he turned his back on you for the second time since you were young.

The news went out that your family business is merging with Theo, and the marriage would seal the deal.

But the time of your wedding came, and you waited with your wedding dress so beautifully sewn, your hair so perfectly done, but no Theo came. You were waiting on the altar, the people started whispering already. You felt embarrassed, you felt so lost. How could he do this to you? Your eyes swept over the crowd, you were shaking at this point from the pity and judging looks reflected in their eyes. You almost stepped back when suddenly, your best friend whom you haven’t seen in months stood beside you, so tall and handsome. He looked so dapper in his suit, his hair all gelled back stylishly, he looked so formal, so serious. He looked down at you before offering his muscular arm to you.

“Peter?” Your lips quivered like it did when you were young, and it brought back certain memories to him. He offered you an assuring smile.

“I won’t let you be the laughing stock of this plastic society, come on,” he whispered as he walked you to the altar.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving you.” He stated before Tony smiled at you and clapping his son’s back, kissing your cheeks as you stood nearer to the altar. You looked back at your parents who smiled and nodded at you, as if telling you to go with it.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, now more confused than sad.

“I’m going to be your husband,” he answered simply before telling the priest to start. “No one will embarrass you, princess. As long as I’m here, I will always save you,” he solemnly swore. You were so lost, so confused, so hurt as to why the man you loved didn’t show up. How could he do that to you?

You were lucky your best friend was always here to save you. What you didn’t know was this was forever for Peter, there would be no divorce. Princess, you were simply honoring the promise you made him, even if you forgot about that.

And Theo? Peter took care of him. Tony made sure that no one could trace that back to his son, his only heir. He would do everything for his only son to be happy. You were his happiness.

"I would kill for you." 😩😩

Do you remember? teaser

Posting a new fic Wednesday the 5th. Here's a little teaser to get you hyped, i am very excited for this one!

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Peter has always been caring and would stop at nothing to keep you safe but after tonight the feeling deepened. It went from keeping you safe to a sense of protection, he felt like it was his personal duty to harm whatever came in your path.  

He moved a piece of hair from your face as it dawned on him, he told himself “I would kill for her.” He felt his heart get loud in his chest and ears and felt his feet clam up, he hadn’t felt like this before. 

It’s never been so black and white, he knew at that moment had everyone ever tried to hurt you he would do anything in his power possible to keep you safe and protected. 

And suddenly he had to leave. He didn’t like that feeling. He's a good guy, he’s the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he keeps the city safe. So the idea of him being so okay with hurting anyone who ever tries to touch you scares him. 

He was thinking like a villain; heros will protect the many at the cost of one but villains protect one at the cost of many, and he would destroy New York for you. 

"Vitamin Peter B Parker." 💖💖 I loved this 😂😂😂

pretty girl

synopsis: peter finds his way into your home and does something out of character, but it makes your heart soar.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

taglist: @sp1deys @inu1gf @stanmixtapes @wilczachannn @peterparkertheloml ( send an ask to be added! )

warnings: mildly injured peter parker, she/her pronouns used, LOTSA fluff!!!

author’s notes: i just hit 200 followers!!! holy cow thank you so much !!!! <3 my requests are open!!! likes+comments+reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

y/n’s eyes widened, hearing the sound of someone shuffling around on the fire escape beside the window in her room. she stared at the window, trying to rationalise with herself. it wasn’t uncommon for peter to pay her visits late at night after he did his patrol, claiming something about having to know if ‘his favourite person was tucked in nicely’, despite y/n claiming she could tuck herself in perfectly fine, ‘nope! nothin’ beats the old peter parker burrito blanket special!’ he would say in return.

the window started to slide open, y/n’s nerves easing as she saw the red and blue suit slowly roll through the window and dropping to the ground with a thud.

“peter what the fuck! i said be quiet when you do this!” y/n scolded him, keeping her voice quiet, but the tone harsh. obviously, she wasn’t actually mad at peter, but he was both risking her parents catching him and finding out he is spiderman.

“sorry,” he giggled getting up on his feet, a goofy grin on his face.

“hey, hey, c’mere..” y/n’s face softened, noticing a cut on his face, right across his cheekbone. she sat up and peter sat right in front of her, still smiling, “what happened?”

her hands went up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently, “i’m okay, just some drunk guy with a knife is all, you should’ve seen him, he was like swish fshh woosh, but then i was like fwip sheew pow.”

“i’m sure you were great out there, bug boy,” y/n laughed, walking over to her dresser and searching for the clothes he left there. once, she found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she threw them behind her.

“ow.”

y/n turned around to look at peter with the items of clothing over his head, “you can dodge bullets, but not clothes?”

“it’s- it’s complicated..” he smiled, removing the clothes from his face and standing up to get changed. his hand pressed down on the spider symbol branded on the chest of his suit and at an instant the suit fell down his body and he was left in his boxers.

“really? you wear your face on your boxers?” y/n raised an eyebrow at him.

“technically the mask isn’t my face.” peter covered his boxers with his t-shirt, his face red from embarrassment.

“i think it’s cute, maybe i can get a matching pair,” y/n chuckled grabbing a wet wipe from her dresser to clean up his face, waiting for him to get dressed. peter smiled to himself as he got changed, the idea of his girlfriend wearing merch of him making him all giddy inside.

“finally… bed time,” peter sighed, letting himself fall back onto the bed, smiling at y/n.

“did you hit your head why are you looking at me like that?” y/n smiled, laughing a little bit at his facial expression. he looked like a little puppy staring at his best friend in the world.

“missed you a lot, pretty girl.”

y/n’s eyes widened and she froze, just staring at peter, “are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

peter just frowned dramatically at her, reaching his arms out and acting like if she didn’t join him in bed in the next three seconds he would just combust into flames. y/n rolled her eyes and got into bed with him, making sure to clean his face off before they cuddled. she held his face gently and as carefully as she could, she cleaned the dried blood off his face and cleaned the cut. even though she knew it would be gone in the morning, it was still hard to see the man she was so in love with getting hurt night after night.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

there it was again. that nickname. it sent butterflies straight to her stomach.

“oh, the usual - y’know, my very adorable boyfriend but his side hustle as bug man always getting him hurt,” y/n chuckled, throwing the wet wipe away and quickly planting a kiss on peter’s cheek, just under the cut to make sure that she didn’t hurt him.

“c’mere,” he mumbled grabbing y/n by the waist and pulling her on top of him. she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

“there’s my pretty girl.”

it wasn’t that peter didn’t compliment y/n - oh, he did. a lot. but nicknames was something he never did, he wanted to of course, but he was just awkward and it never felt natural to him. but boy did it make y/n’s heart soar to hear the nickname ‘pretty girl’ coming from him.

“what’s with the nickname?” y/n laughed softly.

“what? you don’t like it?” he raised an eyebrow, he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable at all.

“no, no, i like it. i really like it,” y/n admitted, feeling slightly flustered, “i’ve just never heard you call me that.”

peter smiled, pulling her closer to him, “i just want you to know how pretty you are… you are so pretty.”

y/n knew he was sleepy, he usually got very sappy and sweet at bedtime, “and you, peter parker, are even prettier.”

he scrunched up his nose as she kissed his chin and laughed quietly, “i don’t think so, you can’t say that when i have the prettiest girl in new york in my arms.”

“just in new york?” y/n teased.

“in the world- no! in the universe!”

“you are so cute,” y/n chuckled, hiding her face in his chest.

“i love you, y/n… so much,” he sighed, his hands moving up from her waist to her back, “i am deeply in love with you, sometimes it’s distracting, but that’s good, because while i’m out spidermaning i have my pretty girl here waiting for me all pretty in her pyjamas.”

“you’re such a sap, i love you peter.”

“the avengers banned me from talking about you, said i can’t talk about you unless they meet you,” he laughed.

“they want to meet me?” y/n’s eyes widened.

“who wouldn’t want to meet you?” peter smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at how widely he was smiling.

“maybe one day, but right now you better sleep, i’m lacking vitamin b.”

“what?”

“vitamin peter b parker.”

“that was awful, y/n.”

“at least i’m pretty, right?”

OMG it's an amazing idea!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

besties what do we think?? I've 4 days holiday from tmrw so i can update daily + make them in advance and queue them... what do yall say?

The Reason Why You Are Limitless

Disclaimer: I'm releasing an old banger but a revised version as my perception has changed!These are just my personal beliefs, and it is completely open ended just like everything else. If you are searching for a “logical” answer this post isn’t for you, this post is for the shifting and manifesting baddies that are open minded to the “impossible” being possible. If you struggle with disassociation this post might not be for you.

We are constantly being told in the manifestation and reality shifting community that we are completely limitless. However, what does that mean exactly? EVERYTHING is made out of energy: our thoughts, emotions, physical bodies, nature, “physical objects,” etc at its ultimate core. Ultimately, we are pure consciousness not attached to any reality. We are the Multiverse experiencing itself. This is why manifestors say that consciousness is the only real reality, and when we enter the “void state” it’s already within us. The void state is just pure consciousness. We are simply entering our truest state of being where we always shift and manifest instantly, where negative thoughts, doubts, feelings, etc don’t exist because this isn’t our natural state of being. We are all “connected” to this energy, because we are all made out of the same energy that makes up the entire Multiverse: spirits, gods, deities, entities, yourselves, physical objects, animals, plants, planets, realities, dimensions, realms, and down to your thoughts. We are everything, everywhere, all at once. Everyone across the entire Multiverse shares a collective consciousness of “I AM” as we are all made up of the same energy. We are all One. I don’t say this to freak anyone out, this should be empowering to know that you have full control of your reality. You can be anything and anywhere right now no matter what. You can do anything and change anything instantly no matter what because time isn't real.

As pure consciousness who are the creators of our realities we have complete and ultimate freewill, so that you have the freewill to create your own beliefs and assumptions. There is no such thing as right or wrong, black or white, everything is grey including what you assume is true or not true. The only real reality is your imagination/consciousness/awareness, because everything is energy. The Multiverse is a paradox, everything and nothing exists at the same time because it all comes down to your dictation as to what is real and isn’t real in your reality. Everything that you can possibly imagine and desire already exists within you, as you are limitless and completely infinite. Nothing is impossible for you. Time is an illusion, and it doesn’t exist so in your imagination where the energy is at its rawest form you already have all of your desires (aka consciousness).

There are no laws of physics that dictate your reality, the concept of the laws of physics is simply your current awareness of reality, which can be easily changed as long as your awareness changes. You are all limitless and you can bend and change the laws of physics/the physical reality with your own assumptions. For example, you assume that you have the ability to fly, as long as you keep assuming that you can fly then your physical reality will transform that. ANYTHING is possible, you create your own rules down to the laws of physics of what is and isn’t possible in your realm of awareness of reality, which can differ for anyone else. Everything that you were taught: spirituality, religion, science, and witchcraft are simply real because you assume that they are real as you were taught since birth to accept certain things as “hardcore truths” when “hardcore truths” is simply an illusion. There are no such things as “ultimate truths” except the ones that you create within your own awareness of reality. This is why “fictional” realities exist, because they simply have a different awareness of reality/“laws of physics” than we do, which can easily be changed. For example, have you ever wondered why some people experience paranormal experiences and others don’t? While they may be real to you in your reality, may be unreal to others in their reality, and both are correct because it is your assumptions that dictates reality. In terms with death, spirits, gods, entities, the astral realm/concept of afterlife, laws of spirituality such as karma, reincarnation, etc-everything boils down to your assumptions as well. These energies are very real only if you perceive it to be real, but if you do not believe in them then they won’t exist in your reality because they will simply not abide by your personal laws of physics. Don’t limit yourself: you can manifest immortality, your desired reality, teleportation, manifesting instantly, time travel, time manipulation, whether you can fly or not, “fictional” characters shifting to your reality, etc as your “core” laws of reality, or lack of. It’s up to you.

Therefore, you completely create your rules to manifest, and how you manifest. Do you shift every time you manifest anything no matter what or simply manipulate the 3D? Up to you to decide, you are correct no matter what because this is your reality. "You" as pure consciousness is where your imagination, desires, assumptions, beliefs and thoughts reside and you already have your all you desires simultaneously because time is not real is the only place you should focus. The physical reality is simply an illusion, and is easily malleable and customisable. It can be changed and manipulated instantly so you can also always change your “laws” on how your reality works whenever you want to. Imagination is your only real reality, where creation is finished it is done. You are never creating anything you are simply being the person who already has your desire/are in your DR. It already exists within you as consciousness being the only real reality. Therefore, the concept of “fiction” and “impossible” isn’t real because what you deem as “fictional worlds” that are created already exist if you assume so. We have just been taught of certain things as “hardcore truths” within this perception of reality, which is completely false and can be changed instantly if we really wanted to. Every single little thing that you think of, desire, etc already exists in the imagination the only real reality right now. Essentially you are limitless you can be anything and anywhere no matter what because you already are that thing right now, no matter what it is. You just need to change your assumption to accepting it.

It should be noted that you do not need to enter the void state to be limitless. All you need to do is accept your true state that you are pure consciousness not attached to any reality or perception of reality, the void is already within you right now. You are the true, ultimate creator /God of your reality, you can even dictate your own “laws of physics” within your reality and what is “true” or “not true.” When you accept that you are more than just your physical body, you open a whole new world of possibilities you deemed “impossible.” You may ask yourself: If it’s the ultimate law that the physical reality must conform to the consciousness that I am (my desires) instantly no matter what then why doesn’t it happen? Whose to say that you can’t just blink right now and be in your DR or have your desired manifestation no matter what right now? Or that you can see the physical change before your eyes to fit your desires or DR? All of this is possible, the problem is that we have grown up in this current awareness of reality to overcomplicate and overthink everything. We think that we need to “believe,” “let go,” “feel happy,” etc. Also, let’s be honest subconsciously we also expect the physical reality to take “time” because we have been taught that we have to “wait” and “work hard” to get everything we want and put “limitations” to our desires. What you need to do is begin to assume that your physical reality instantly conforms to your desires before your eyes no matter what-you don’t need to believe, feel happy, let go, etc. Everything is energy, all you need to do is manipulate this energy by assume what you desire, and make it a dominant assumption. Your dominant assumptions (the energy you put mostly in) always create your reality. Don’t overcomplicate anything just keep assuming in your favour to manifest, shift, create your own laws of physics, etc because your imagination/consciousness already knows every single detail of what you desire since it already exists within you right now.

😂😂😂😂💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧; 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Since yall liked the last one so much, here's more of these!

Peter: So I was just wondering if maybe you would go out with me?

y/n: Yes.

Peter: You'll come aro- WAIT DID YOU SAY YES?!

y/n: Um, yes.

Peter: OMG, HOLD ON, BRB!

Peter: *dashing off*

y/n:

y/n: ...so should I leave or?

y/n:

Peter: *comes back dragging Sam to prove y/n said yes*

Peter: Say it again.

Peter: I can't find my phone.

Tony: Okey, I can call you, kid.

Peter: No- wait!

Phone ringing: You are my dad (You are my dad!) BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

Tony:

Peter:

Peter: I can explain

*Bonus*

y/n: *eating popcorn, watching Peter trying to explain for Tony*

y/n: He's just fatherless, and now has a father figure. *blinks* that's all.

Therapist: Would you say you're independent?

y/n: *looks at Steve*

Steve: *Nods*

y/n: I'd say so, yes.

Therapist: *faceplants*

Steve: *proud Cap moment*

Natasha: *sneezes*

Peter: Bless you, miss Romanoff.

y/n: *sneezes*

Peter: y/n are you sick?!?! Let me wrap you in a warm blanket and feed you som soup!! YoU pOOR tHING!? *insert teenage boy voice crack*

Loki: *sneezes*

Peter: Oh my fucking God, shut the fuck up!

y/n: Mr white wolf sir?

Peter: We're back from our shopping trip, we got you another magnet.

Bucky: Cool, stick it on

--

Bruce: Is that- Peter's shopping list on your arm?

Bucky: *sipping some coffee* Yup.

Tony: What the-

--

Tony: Peter, y/n, you both need to stop using Buckys arm as an fridge. Okey?

Peter: But Mr white wolf said it helps him associate it with something else but muder,

y/n: *proudly nodding along*

Tony: *crying*

y/n: Did you know, sir, that atoms never touch each other? So, since we're all made out of atoms, we've never touched anything our entire lives. So to answer your question Wanda, no l did not punch Clint.

Clint: *holding his bloody nose*

Clint: Bitch I-

Kate: You were so drunk last night.

y/n: No I wasn't. Right Peter?

Peter: You started cutting pineapples at 3am while yelling "Stop hiding SpongeBob! I know you're in there!"

y/n: *glancing between Kate and Peter*

Peter:

Kate:

y/n: But did I find him tho?

y/n, angirly: ARE YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: —KIDDING ME! YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: IDIOT—

Peter: ...what was that?

MJ: The teacher banned y/n from swearing, so I volunteered to help her out—

Peter: I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like y/n a little bit.

Nick Fury: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Peter: That's our joint tombstone.

Nick Fury: Ah, my bad.

*Avengers game night*

Steve: I will put down 'Bi' to spell 'Bi'

Bruce: I add 'o' to create 'bio'

Tony: I will add your 'bio' to make 'biostratigraphic'

Bucky: *snaps pencil*

Stephen: I add your 'biostratigraphic' to create 'biostratigraphic correlation'

Natasha: *stabs table with knife*

Tony: *grinning* I'll add your 'biostratigraphic correlation' to create 'quantitative biostratigraphic correlation entropy'

Steve: *flips table*

Peter: *Whispering* Okey let's leave before they start making out.

y/n: *Grabbing his hand* Yeahhh...

These were so funny 😂😂😂 💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧

I felt like doing this today, maybe a bit boring but eh.

Peter *smiling*: So, when are you going to go out with me?

y/n *smirking*: I don't know, when are you going to ask me?

Peter: Uh..

*LATER*

Sam: SO YOU JUST RAN OFF??

Peter: I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO FLIRT BACK!!

y/n: Yeah I kinda have a crush on someone, I'm just worried about telling you who ut is because I kinda know how you'll feel about it..

Tony and Steve: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Peter

Tony: And you better put that bandage back on.

Loki: I've never had a real friend before,

y/n: I can be your friend.

Loki:

Loki: I've also never had a girlfriend before.

*Peter jumping to attack*

Peter: You love me, right, Mr Stark?

Tony: Normally, I would say yes without hesitation, kid, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

y/n: Something's burning

Loki: It's just my burning love for you.

Peter *with protective bf mode activated*: It's the ship, Loki.

Loki: Oh

Yelena *tired af*: Why were the two of you up until 3am yesterday?

Peter: How did you know?

Yelena: We could hear the two of you clapping to the FRIEDNS into every 25 minutes.

y/n *wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket*: Okey, maybe we were up until 3am.

y/n: Did it hurt?

Peter:...When I fell from heav-

y/n: WHEN YOU FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!

Peter:

y/n:

Peter: Who told you?

y/n *sighs*: Sam

Steve: Time for plan G.

y/n: Don't you mean plan B?

Steve: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip plan C due to technical difficulties.

Peter: What about plan D?

Steve: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half and hour ago.

Natasha: What about plan E?

Steve: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.

Tony: I like plan E.

Peter: HELP! I TOLD Y/N I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Clint *pouring milk directly into the cereal bag*: And you thought I could help?

Tony: Fuck!

Steve: Language.

Sam: Shit!

Steve: Language.

Natasha *about to throw a chair at Yelena*: Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass?

Steve: Language!

Rocket: That's one crazy motherfucker.

Steve: Language!

Peter: What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro?

Steve:

Steve: What the fuck?

y/n *pointing at Steve*: Language!

Loved it!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Spiderman Kiss

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Y/N help spiderman with his wound.

Warnings : slight make out session , mention of wound (stab wound to be more specific) and blood , Peter being Peter

A/N : you can imagine this as Tom Peter , Andrew Peter or Tobey Peter. Not my gif.

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Peter didn't even know why he came to her for help. He could just tend his own wound but no , he swing to her apartment as fast as he can while the other hand clutch tighly on the stab wound on his abdomen. Landing on her fire escape , he hesitated , he could turn back and go home but before he realized it. His hand already knocked on her window.

Y/N was studying in her room for tomorrow calculus test when she hear a knock on her window. Getting up from her chair , she draw the curtain only to be met with a superhero clad in a red and blue skintight suit.

She open her window. "What are you-"

Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and she gasp when she noticed the blood "oh my , you're bleeding"

"yeah , I was hoping you could help me"

She help him through her window and sat him on her bed. "Stay here alright? I'm gonna get the first aid kit and the washcloth. Don't pass out"

Peter only nod his head , watching her figure entering the bathroom before coming out a minute later with the kit and washcloth. She kneel between his spread legs making Peter gulp nervously.

"can you- can you take off your suit so I can get a better look on your wound?". Her voice was quite. If its not for his enchanced hearing , he won't hear her.

"yeah um sure". He take off his skintight suit (except the mask and lower body part of course) revealing his toned chest , six packs and muscly arms. The way her eyes trailed over his toned figure make him blush under his mask.

Y/N clear her throat and started to clean his wound ,trying hard not to stare at his chest. "The wound is not that deep so you didn't need a stitch. I will just patch you up okay?"

Peter nodded his head again. Unable to let out a words , afraid he's gonna talk nonsense. How could he not? He's been crushing on her since freshman year. Y/N is the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. He's pretty sure Y/N would never spare a glance at a nerd like him.

"There all done". Peter was quick to wear his suit back

"thank you...." He trailed off , acting like he doesn't know her.

"Y/N. My name Y/N"

"Thank you Y/N" he said , stepping out onto the fire escape. "You're welcome spidey". With a small smirk on her face , she leaned on her windowsill , face inches away from Peter.

She doesn't even know where the sudden boldness came from.

"I uh. I should go"

"stay safe". She wink making Peter more flustered under his mask

That night , Peter sleep with a huge grin on his face.

He can't help himself. He's been staring at the back of her head since she stepped inside the classroom. He can't stop replaying last night memory in his head. She look even cuter with her silk kitten pj's , her h/c locks tied in a loose bun. The way she bit her lips in concetration.

Her lips , how he wish he could kiss her untill she's panting out of breath

She lived in his head. Rent free

"Mr Parker"

Peter snapped out of his daze and reply quickly "yes?"

"whats the answer to this question?"

His eyes scanned the question on the white board. "Oh um 20"

"Good , pay attention next time"

"Yes , sorry sir"

He look back at her only for her already have her eyes on him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it but it look more like an akward smile. She turn back around and Peter smile to himself.

He want to see her again tonight. Maybe bring her a little gift. If he can't approach her as Peter Parker. He will approach her as Spiderman.

Y/N was playing with her phone when she hear a knock on her window. Again.

She get up from her bed and draw the curtain to be met with the same superhero she helped yesterday. Opening her window , Peter step inside her room.

"Are you hurt? Want me to get the first aid?"

"No. No i'm fine. I'm just....Here". Peter held out a bouquet of roses for her. She took it from his hand with a smile on her face.

"Thank you". Peter rubbed the back of his neck. She put the bouquet on her nightstand and sat on her bed.

"Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"yeah urm just done with my patrolling and I saw the roses so I decided to bought it for you"

"How sweet of you spiderman" she breathed out. Y/N patted the space next to her indicating Peter to sat next to her. Peter comply without hesitation.

"What?". Peter let out a nervous chuckle when Y/N keep staring at his mask face. "I'm just trying to figure out the person behind this spider mask. Your voice sound familiar"

Peter started to panic. No , no , no she can't know his real identity. It will put her in danger.

"W-what? I'm pretty sure w-we never met before. H-how can my voice sound familiar to you?". Well , they have a few classes together but he didn't talk much. Just answering a question the teacher ask. And he know Y/N will probably never pay attention to him (except today). So it's impossible for her to know that spiderman is him.

Right?

"Chill spidey , i'm just messing with you" she chuckle. To be honest , she didn't lie. He do sound like a certain boy with a brown hair in her class who she have develop a crush since the past 3 months.

Well how could you not? Peter is a smart guy , attractive and have a good manner too. She can't help herself from falling for him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief. "you scared me there for a bit" he laugh.

For the rest of the night they just talk about everything and Y/N trying to make him slip out a little information about himself but luck is not on her side.

For the next 2 months , Peter keep visiting her every night after patrolling. He will brought her a coffee , more flowers or any snack he could put in his backpack.

Tonight was no different , he step through the already open window (since spiderman keep visiting , Y/N decided just to let her window open) he saw her just walk through her bedroom door with two mug of hot chocolate on her hands "oh hey , i made hot chocolate"

"oh i love hot chocolate". She let out a chuckle and pass the black mug with a picture of spiderman on it to Peter.

Peter scan the picture on the mug. "Really?"

"What? I bought it from a nearby store just for you" she laugh , bringing the mug to her lips before taking a sip. Peter pull his mask untill it was right under his nose before taking a sip himself.

She stare at his pink lips and notice a small scar on the corner of his lips. Only one person that she know have that scar on the corner on their lips.

"hey you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah i'm okay"

"So back to the story , that lady didn't even say thank you and just walk away. How rude- you sure you're okay? You keep staring at me"

"No , it just-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence there was a loud knock on her door , follow by her mom's voice.

"Y/N , sweetie can you open this door?"

"oh shit thats my mom. Hide hide. Hurry!!" she whispered

"fuck , where?"

"i don't know! Why not on the ceiling?" she said sarcastically. But Peter is in a panic mode so he just jump on her ceiling and lay flat on it.

Y/N didn't realise that Spiderman is 'hiding' on her ceiling and open her door. Enough for her to peek out her head. "Yes mom?"

"who are you talking to?"

"uh no one"

"but I heard another voice"

"Oh i'm facetiming MJ"

"But I heard a boy's voice"

"Oh... Urmm MJ is with her boyfriend so uh that's why you heard a boy's voice. That's her boyfriend's voice"

Peter almost let out a laugh hearing Y/N answer knowing MJ is into girls.

"ohh look at the time it's almost 11. I gotta go to bed. Goodnight. Love you". Y/N close the door and let out a sigh. She turned around and a loud gasp escape her lips as Peter's mask face is literally in front of her.

He was standing

On her ceiling

They stare at each other. He examine her beautiful face. e/c eyes , h/c hair , plump lips. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

"Can I try something?". Her voice is quiet like when she first help him with his wound. He nodded his head.

Y/N pull his mask until it reach the bridge of his nose. Peter inhale sharply.

She cupped his face and bring their lips together. Her lips fit perfectly in his. Like their lips was made for each other.

Peter cup her left cheeks and kiss her a bit harder , making her let out a small groan. Neither of them seem like they want to pull away. They can't just get enough of each other lips.

After a minutes of them devouring each other lips , Y/N pull away first. Both of them panting heavily from the kiss.

"Well , I must say you're a good kisser , Parker" she smirked and wink at him.

His eyes widened "Wait , what?!"

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