(I’ve been watching Peacemaker and I am in love with him so I decided i’d try to write for him, key word, try)
Adrian Chase, aka Vigilante, aka Peacemakers so called “best friend” as he liked to call himself, was absolutely infatuated with and you didn’t seem to notice.
At least that’s what he thought, but in reality you found all his flirting and attempts to make you laugh adorable, you may have even liked him yourself. He always made you smile when her compliment you, tripping over his words and getting flushed when you smiled at him, it was entertaining to say at least.
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As everyone gathered their stuff to get ready and call it a night Adrian just stood at the door, fidgeting with his hands, he kept glancing up at you. Everyone else in the room seemed to noticed as they sent a suggestive smile your way that made you roll your eyes, obviously noticing the unspoken thing between you and Adrian.
Well you don’t know if you could necessarily call it a “thing” when it was more of him trying to flirt with you while you watched contently as he stumbled over his words, it made you chuckle seeing someone struggle so much to talk to you, it made you feel special.
After a few minutes of him staring at you he finally cleared his throat and tapped your shoulder, trying to get your attention.
As you turn to him he’s already a flustered mess.
“Uh, hey, I wanted to know if you’d like to go out, like, on a date, if not on a date, we can go as friends, or not, I mean, it’s really up to you if you want to and i’m not trying to pressure you or anyth-“ You quickly cut him off with a finger to his lips, shushing him.
“I’d love to go out with you on a date, Adrian, it’d be nice.”
That made him lose his breath as he smiled at you.
“That’s great! I will pick you up some time later tonight! I’m gonna go, and get ready, see you later! I love you!”
You chuckled as he tripped over his own feet as he ran to the car, watching as he did a fist pump outside, right before he ran back inside.
“I didn’t mean I love you, like not in that way, yet, I mean, I do love you, like a friend, right now but-“ He stopped before he could make a fool out of himself anymore, running back to the car and doing a little victory dance.
“You’re going to be the death of him,” You turned around as Harcourt said that, making you laugh as you looked back to him.
Normally, you could handle yourself when things like this happened. You were a strong enough guy, you worked out, stayed in shape. And this wasn’t the first time someone took offense to your job as an escort. But tonight, your client had slipped something into your drink. And as the room had begun to spin and everything around you had started to blur around the edges, you tried to get away. But you only made it about a block before collapsing to the sidewalk.
You heard footsteps approaching but before you could try to react, a kick landed sharply on your ribs. Followed by another to your chest. You tried to roll away from the blows, but the drug was making it hard to move. So, over and over you were assaulted as you were barely able to defend yourself. Your so-called “client” yelled insults and slammed his foot repeatedly into you.
Finally, he used his toe to flip you over onto your back as he pointed a gun at your head. Steeling yourself for what was about to happen, you tried to give him your toughest “fuck you” glare but through the pain and the disorientation, it probably looked pretty pathetic.
You flinched when you heard the gunshot, and you felt the warm splatter of blood on your face. But it took you a minute to realize the blood and the screams weren’t coming from you. Your attacker clutched at his shoulder wildly where a bullet had just blasted through it. Glancing past him, you saw a black, blue, and white clad figure with a red visored mask step out of the shadows holding a still-smoking gun in front of himself. You recognized him from the news. The guy who kept going around killing people for both major and minor infractions of the law. Vigilante.
He ignored the guy he had just shot and walked over to you. “Hey man, you don’t look so great. You need a hand?” He extended his covered hand which you took after a slight hesitation.
The costumed man helped you to your feet and you stumbled slightly as you tried to regain your footing. You clutched your side with a hiss of pain, but at least the drug seemed to be clearing your system. You nodded to where your attacker was still moaning and holding his bleeding shoulder behind Vigilante. “Thanks, you know for….”
“Oh, hey, no problem! It’s what I do! Taking down bad guys, helping people in need, that sort of s-”
“Look out!” The assailant had regained his senses some and had just raised his gun at the back of Vigilante’s head. You pushed Vigilante out of the way as you drove your fist into the attacker’s nose as hard as you could. You heard it shatter as blood gushed out of it and he dropped like a rock.
Panting heavily as you shook out your throbbing fist and tried to stay upright, you turned to see Vigilante facing you. Even through the mask, you can tell he was staring at you strangely. “What?”
Vigilante’s voice was full of shock and awe as he said, “Dude, I think I’m in love with you.”
You chuckled, giving him a crooked smile. “Yeah…. I get that a lot.”
-Oh my god Adrian is such a fucking nerd for you. Think he won't shut up about Fargo or Star Trek? That's how he is with everyone else about you. He won't stop bringing you up literally every instance he can he's obsessed with you he doesn't even mean to do it. "Oh yeah they love that kind of paper too-"
"What??????"
-He was pretty straight up with his feelings for you. With his lack of filter it was pretty obvious and he would high five you and be like bro stop I could kiss you. Wanna kiss?
-Actually takes you out for lunch. The way he asked you out was, and I quote, "Full homo. Let's get lunch?"
-Calls you handsome with that big dumb grin of his all the time. Stares a lot and has to be told to stop
-Straight up tells you a threesome with him and Peacemaker would be "bitchin" of course respects if you aren't comfortable
-Kills anybody who tries to be homophobic and probably has to be stopped multiple times
-Calls you insane pet names like "Baby munchkins" and "My homobre." Which is like Hombre but gayer
-Is taller than you and never let's you forget it
-Demands to be the little spoon and will loudly tell everyone that he is
Readers dad has a friend visiting and that friend happens to walk reader home.
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“Hello?” You picked up the phone.
“Hey sweetheart,” said your father voice over the phone, “can you pick up some things for me? From the store I have a friend over and I am a bad host with my fridge stocked so low.”
You heard a deep voice say something incomprehensible and your father respond.
“Yeah sure dad what do you need?”
“Just a six pack and,” he pulled the phone away from his mouth asking his guest what chip he preferred, “whatever fun chips you want I guess, my guest is impossible.”
“Alrighty, sounds good Pops see you in twenty.”
You grabbed your keys slipping on your shoes and heading out the door. Your fathers apartment was only a few blocks down from yours with a nice gas station in between that you usually stopped at before visiting your dad.
Ever since his injury reopened it seemed you got more and more things for him and saw him more often.
After a walk that felt like ages you arrived at your dads building waiting for a creaky old elevator to bring you up.
Instead of knocking you let yourself in with your spare key.
“Anyone home?” You called out into the apartment.
“We are in here!” Shouted your father from his ‘man cave’.
You found your way into the room setting done the groceries on the kitchen counter.
“Hello father, and fathers friend.” You gave a smile and a small wave to the unfamiliar man.
He was tall and muscular with soft kept short hair, his clothing seemed very worn like he had kept the same pieces his whole life, honestly he probably had.
“I’m Frank.” the larger man said sticking his hand out to shake yours.
He was a very beautiful man, no way he was as old as your father. “I’m Y/n,” you shook his hand his grip was strong and he had a solid handshake, “nice to meet you big guy.”
He blushed slightly taking his hand back and placing it behind his head.
“I know those eyes Frank,” your father warned, “stay away from my kid.”
He just shook his head.
The evening dragged on chatting up with your father and Frank. But it was starting to get dark and your walk home didn’t need any more help being dangerous.
“I should start heading home now.” You said.
“Probably it’s getting pretty late.” Your dad started to get up to give you a hug before groaning.
“Don’t worry about it.” you went over to him and gave him a gentle hug before grabbing your things and heading out to the door.
“Hey wait!” Your dad called out. “Frank will you walk y/n home? I worry and I’d feel better if you went with.”
“Oh yeah of course, I’d be happy to.” He smiled at you offering to hold your backpack for you.
“Thanks for lending me your arm candy dad, love you.” You walked out the door Frank now following you.
“So uh, do you live near by?” You asked
“No.”
“Just came in to visit my dad?”
“Yep.”
“Very talkative you are.”
He just continued walking looking for anyone who was around who might be a threat.
“It’s really okay if you don’t want to walk me all the way home, I’m safe and my backpack isn’t very heavy at all.”
“No it’s okay, I enjoy the company.”
“So where are you staying?”
“Either with your dad or at a motel, most likely the motel he doesn’t seem to have a very comfortable couch.”
“Yeah I’m pretty sure he’s had that couch since before I was born. Sorry if this is weird but, you could stay with me?” You offered, “I mean it’s cheaper then a hotel, and I live close so you can be near him and stuff, I actually have a nice couch and a guest room.”
“That’s nice thank you y/n but I can’t.”
“I promise I don’t bite.” you winked “unless you want that.”
He blushed a bit, “you really aren’t that bad.”
You gasped, “who said I was!”
“I may have had a bit of a warning from your Father.”
“The bastard! I ought to give the old guy a piece of my mind!”
You crept around the end of the block towards your apartment.
“My place is just up here-“ your foot got caught in the crack of the sidewalk and before you could finish your statement you where headed towards the cold pavement.
Suddenly a pair of strong arms surrounded your body just before you face planted like an idiot in front of the new guy.
“You okay there?” He asked his brown eyes looking down at yours.
A blush spread across your face, “yeah I am thanks to you. My hero.” You said in a joking manner.
“Anytime angel.” He said making your stomach have butterflies. He helped you up and turned towards the building, “this is your place?”
“Yep. Home sweet, shitty apartment.”
“Hey at least it has two bedrooms,” he shrugged, “can’t he that bad with two bedrooms.”
“Indeed you are right sir. So, am I going to have a guest? Or is big tough Frankie kickin it on the prehistoric couch?”
“I think I’ll stay with your dad, but thanks for the offer.” He turned to start walking back and quickly turned back around, “goodnight.”
Your heart raced when he turned around hoping he would kiss you, your eyes staring at his pursed lips in anticipation, for a second you thought he was gonna kiss you, the anxious yet confident look in his eyes his mouth moving carefully like he wanted to make sure it was perfect but alas he didn’t.
“I really thought you were gonna kiss me.” You said, maybe it was because of how beautiful the man was or maybe it was because of your near death experience with tripping but you felt confident. “I guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself.” You said, putting your hand around his neck lightly guiding his face down to yours.
“May I?” He asked inches away from you. You could smell his musky cologne and see the stubble growing on his face.
You giggled at that, he was a gentleman but also oblivious, “yes please.” You said connecting your lips.
The kiss was perfect, his lips were soft and his was somehow rough and gentle. The kiss broke away and he smiled at you. You pulled him back into one more kiss deepening it before pulling back.
“You’re a really good kisser.” He said to you, “is your dad gonna be mad at me now?”
“Probably.” You shrugged, “but it’s okay I’m an adult don’t worry about him. Please spend the night, you can stay in the guest room it’s done up all nice, I don’t want you walking home alone so late.”
He paused thinking it over in his head, “sure okay, I’ll stay here tonight.”
You smiled, “perfect.” Kissing him once more, it probably wasn’t needed but kissing him was almost intoxicating, you needed him.
“You don’t have to stay in the guest room.” You mentioned putting a hand on his cheek, “My bed is plenty big and I get lonely.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be lonely, now would I?”
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Thank you for reading hopefully you enjoyed! So it was pretty ooc I’ve never written for him but it will get better as I do,, If you want a part two I’d be totally willing !! Something a little more … spicy ;)
insecure (andrew garfield!peter parker x male reader)
pairing: andrew garfield's peter parker x male reader
warnings: some insecurity on peter's end, fluff, some guy in your physics class being a jerk
anon requested: hey nico! it’s that dude who requested the remus lupin one shot again!! HAHA so I was wondering if you could write something similar for andrew’s peter parker, yk the drill, reader is more dom and taller than ma dude. andrew’s my man so I mean- AT LEAST PETER AND REMUS HAVE DIFF PERSONALITIES AHHSHS so yk it’s different? yeah but ofc take your time and if you can’t write it it’s fine dear, have a great day and get some rest!! <3
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"I feel like I'm dying," moaned Peter, flopping uselessly onto his unmade bed.
You rolled your eyes. "It's not that bad, Peter. Seriously. I'm only seeing Andrew on Saturday because we were paired together for our physics project."
Peter grumbled something into the pillows that you couldn't quite catch. Likely it had to do with the fact that he thought Andrew was terribly rude and incredibly flirtatious, and he wasn't fond of you going alone to see him on Saturday. Even if it was for school.
You sat next to Peter on the bed and rubbed his back affectionately. Peter turned his head toward you, cheek squished against the mattress. You ran your fingers through his hair to try and calm him down, practically making your boyfriend purr at your touch.
"That feel nice?" you asked.
"Mmm..." was all he said. Your heart swelled, pleased to have made Peter so happy. But there was a hidden sadness swirling in his irises that did not go unnoticed by you.
"This is really affecting you, isn't it?" you asked gently, still combing your fingers through his hair.
Peter nodded and averted his eyes in shame.
"I never thought you were the jealous type," you stated. "What's up?"
"It's just —" Peter sighed and scooted close to you so his head was in your lap. You had pulled your hand away from his hair while he adjusted himself, but once he was settled, Peter reached for your hand and put it on his head so you could resume your affection.
You smirked and played with his hair while he talked. "Andrew's popular. He's captain of the soccer team, a straight-A student, and he's a flirt. I don't trust him around you."
"Is it him you don't trust, or is it me?"
Peter seemed surprised at your question. "No, I trust you," he said as if it were obvious. "I just don't like the way he looks at you."
"He doesn't look at me in any way."
"Yes, he does. He's just sly about it. Whenever you're focused on your notes or lab or whatever in class, he's always staring at you with fucking googly-eyes like he wants to fuck you right there on the table!"
"Peter, I think you might be exaggerating a lit—"
"I am not exaggerating."
Peter's unusually sharp tone made your hands stop moving in his hair, surprised. He'd never acted like this before, not even in front of you. It was shocking to see his face flushed and jaw set like he was about ready to kick someone's ass.
Peter noticed you'd stopped stroking his hair. "Sorry," he said meekly. "I didn't mean to sound so rude."
"You have nothing to worry about, baby," you assured him. "You're mine and only mine. Nothing will ever change that."
"But how do I know you're not gonna go running out on me when you see Andrew on Saturday? When you realize he's strong and good-looking and popular and all that?"
When you realize he's not me, thought Peter to himself.
"Peter, you're strong and good-looking," you pointed out. "And even though you and I may not be popular, we can both agree that the high school social hierarchy is absolute bullshit. His popularity isn't attractive — in fact, it makes him a jerk. He's not like you."
"Yeah, maybe that's the problem," mumbled Peter.
You furrowed your brows, having never heard Peter say something like that. Sure, Peter was never really a confident person, not to the point of arrogance at least, but he never acted insecure around you.
"Hey," you said to get his attention. Peter looked up at you with desperate brown eyes. "I love you because you're you, Peter. There's a reason why I don't love Andrew, because he's not you. He doesn't have your bravery, your selflessness, your intellect, your cuteness. He doesn't fly to my window every night to kiss me goodnight. Give yourself a little more credit."
Peter looked up at you and tried to make himself believe your words. He loved you. God, he loved you. He loved everything about you, especially your honesty with him. You and he never lied in your relationship; so he guessed you must really be telling the truth.
"Wait," said Peter, thoughts stopping abruptly, "you think I'm cute?"
You rolled your eyes. "Uh, yeah? You're singlehandedly the cutest guy I have ever seen in my life, baby. Andrew has nothing on you."
Peter purred again, snuggling into your lap. "Tell me more."
You smiled down at your boyfriend and continued: "Well, you've got great hair, baby. It's one of my favorite physical traits of yours. You always look so cute when you show up to school with bedhead and your hair is all messy."
Peter blushed and you cradled his cheek, feeling the warmth from his pinkish skin.
"Your eyes are so pretty, your smile is positively gorgeous, and your voice... god, your voice, Peter. It turns me on so much. Like, remember that one time we had a sleepover and we fell asleep on the couch? And you woke me up by saying, 'I love you'? It was so sexy I just wanted to pin you to the couch and kiss you till you couldn't breathe."
You traced a faded scar on his temple. "And if I'm being perfectly honest, I know you say you don't like them, but I think your scars are kinda hot."
"Really?" Peter's puppy dog eyes found yours and you leaned down to kiss him.
"Really. They make you look so brave, too."
Peter bit his lip. He felt high on your praise, felt high on the fact that you admired all the aspects of him, even the ones he didn't like about himself. That's what love is, he thought to himself giddily. And I can't get enough of it.
"I'm sorry I'm being a little bitch about you going to see Andrew on Saturday," said Peter after a few moments of silence.
You adjusted your position on the bed so you were propped up against the headboard, and Peter climbed into your lap. He was very warm, and almost immediately, your hands crept under the hem of his shirt to draw patterns on the skin of his stomach.
"You don't need to be sorry, Peter," you said sincerely. "I'm glad you told me why you were upset. And just know that if I had the choice, I would much rather spend Saturday with you cuddling and watching movies."
Peter smiled warmly and closed his eyes in contentedness. "Me too. Is there any way you can get out of it?"
You pursed your lips. "Not unless I want an F on the project. I'll probably end up up doing all the work anyway, so it shouldn't take long, okay? I'll stop by your apartment on my way back and we can do whatever you want. That sound good?"
"Okay," he agreed.
***
That Saturday, Andrew didn't even show up.
You were supposed to meet up at the library to work on the project, but the fucking jerk totally ditched you, leaving you sitting there for an hour like an idiot wondering where he was. You thought about texting him, but realized you didn't even have his number. Not like you would want that creep's number in your phone, anyway.
So you called Peter.
"Hey, y/n, what's up?"
"The fucker bailed on me," you said in exasperation. "I can't fucking believe this."
Peter swore and tried not to sound happy when he replied, "I'll be there in a few. We'll finish the project together, okay?"
"God, Peter, you're the best. I love you."
Peter told you he loved you back, and what you didn't realize was that he was smiling like an idiot while walking the couple of blocks to the library. The strangers passing by him on the street looked at him weirdly, but he just ignored him.
When Peter arrived at the library, he found you standing at a table all alone pondering over your notes with a look of stress on your face. Peter came from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head between your shoulder blades.
"Guess who," he said with a little too much enthusiasm.
You smiled and turned around in his grasp before kissing him firmly on the mouth. "Thanks for coming, baby. You're a lifesaver."
"Anything for you." Peter blushed and took a seat at the table across from you.
Your heart swelled while you and Peter worked for about an hour on the project. Peter was so good to you, and you knew he was secretly happy that Andrew no-showed. That was okay; working with your boyfriend was a million times better than working with Andrew could ever hope to be. You and Peter finished the project quickly all the while the two of you kept the mood light by joking around.
"You know," Peter said, pushing his glasses up, "it's kinda homophobic that Mr. Kerr didn't pair us up for this project. I mean, we're unstoppable together."
"I know!" you exclaimed. "He probably figured that because we're two of the best students in his class, we'd get a grade so high on this project that it can't be represented by actual numbers."
Peter laughed and helped you collect your things. "I love you," he sighed.
"I love you too, Pete. Thanks for being the best boyfriend in the whole world."
Peter blushed violently at your comment and tried to hide his pink cheeks by keeping his head down while gathering your textbooks. But you slipped a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to meet yours so you could lean across the table and kiss him. Both of you smiled into the kiss, unable to contain the joy coursing through your veins. You kinda forgot you were in public and may have kissed him a little longer than you were supposed to. But Peter certainly didn't seem to mind. When you pulled away, his cheeks were dusted with a lovely pink blush and his eyes were alight with a flame of deep affection for you.
"Back to my place?" he suggested.
"Only if you swing me over there."
Peter rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah. Sorry, y/n, but that's not happening."
Tasm!Peter Parker sneaking into male readers (his boyfriends) bed after patrolling the city during a (winter) night and just cuddling each other warm.
Warmth. (Peter Parker x male reader)
Sorry this took me so long!! I love your idea!! Thanks for much for the request!!!
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It was a cold, icy, harsh December night in New York City. All Peter Parker wanted was to be in his boyfriends loving arms. He loved his city and he loved his job as the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’ but he didn’t love freezing in the cold air while swinging around.
Maybe it was selfish of him but he just couldn’t help but head towards his boy’s house. He needed to be with him, he needed his boyfriend to hold him and he needed to hold his boyfriend.
Arriving outside of his boyfriends window, hanging onto the glass looking in, y/n asleep in his bed, soft hair covering his eyes and a peaceful, almost angelic look on his face. He almost didn’t want to disturb him. But alas he let himself pry open his window and crawl into his bed.
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You woke up to a cold cold body pressed against yours in your bed. You flinched turning to the unknown person only to see your boyfriends face in an awkward smile.
“Hey Bugs.” Peter smiled at you using his favorite pet name for you.
“Peter? What are you doing here.” You mumbled sleepily cuddling more into him, “you’re so cold Pete.”
“Yeah I know,” he shivered, “I just missed my boy so much and I needed someone to help warm me up.”
You smiled at him kissing his cheek, then kissing his cold lips. He seemed to lean into your warmth. He clung to you like you were the only thing that existed, the only thing that mattered to him.
“Let me make you some hot chocolate to warm you up.” You offered him moving to get up pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“No, no.” He pulled you down into bed, “just you is enough, please?”
“No it’s okay, Peter, I’ll be back in three seconds you will barely even notice I’m gone.” You looked down at his pleading eyes, Taking his hand in yours pressing a kiss to it, “I promise.”
He finally let you slink down into the kitchen and try your best to quietly make a hot chocolate. Your very quietest wasn’t as quiet as it needed to be, that became apparent very quickly.
“Honey, what are you doing up so late?” Your mother asked from the hall obviously she had woken up from your movement in the kitchen.
“Oh-uhm..” you had to think quick, “just making hot chocolate, I’ve had a huge craving and I can’t sleep right now. I’m so sorry I woke you up mom.”
“Why do you have two cups out?” She asked, fairly, that *was* pretty suspicious.
“I was really thirsty?”
“Oh, okay sweetheart, please be quieter, sleep soon.” She wandered back off to bed letting you gain more relief thank god she was to tired to really question you.
You quickly grabbed the hot chocolates bringing them back to your room handing one to Peter. He immediately drank it shoving his nose onto the mountain of whipped cream on top of the cocoa.
“Hey ice cube you got a little something on your nose.”
He swiped at his nose getting it off, “did I get it?”
“Nope.” You said, his face scrunching up in confusion, he had been sure he got it, rightfully so he actually had gotten it. You dipped your finger on the top of his warm drink smearing more whipped cream on his face then laughing.
“Very mature Mister.” He smiled at you, then he pulled you into a kiss spreading the sticky sugar topping onto your face.
“That’s so gross Parker.” You giggled at him taking a tissue off of your night stand cleaning your face and then wiping off his.
“Hey if you can play dirty so can I!” He protested happily.
“You’re lucky I even let you stay with me.”
“I’m lucky you even date me.” He said looking at you with his sparkly puppy dog eyes.
“Yeah you are.” You smirked at him.
“I love you bugsy.”
“I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss, then took his hot cocoa out of his hand before pulling his body against yours mixing your body heat with his. “More then you could ever know, Spider-man.”
“You know I’m Spider-Man?” Peter said with fake shock.
He was such a dork, such a perfect gorgeously beautiful dork. You loved him so much and he loved you. You and him had many more cold winter nights and with each one you grew nothing but more love for him, your Peter.
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