Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Best friend!reader)
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A/N: Hello! I have to clarify that this is definitely out of the canon and the timeline is different from NWH, although the multiverse still exists. You will understand as you read, I hope you like it and although I do have a second part planned, I would like to know your opinion. Kisses!
You laughed out loud as the night air crept through your hair and the alcohol in your body took care of keeping you dizzy and cheerful. Peter was lying next to you, his own drink in hand, and laughing almost as much as you.
“I'm serious, Peter,” you mumbled, slurring the words “Strange is wasting a huge job opportunity. Just— just imagine the money we'd have if he learned to make balloon animals,” you continued. Peter could barely breathe with laughter “Because we're broke, dude. When you arrive at the sanctuary, they tell you that shit about getting rid of the material but I didn’t imagine that they meant it so seriously”
"Stop"
"It's not a bad idea!" you insisted, patting his leg amiably "Even though he's old, he's not an ugly guy and if the kids don't enjoy the show at least the moms will be happy to pay.”
"Y/N, you're crazy," he said with a laugh, holding his chest with one hand while he closed his eyes.
You and Peter had met during the fight with Thanos. Well, you were in the same school year but you hadn't spoken up to that point, both too shocked that the other had powers. Stephen had taken care of you after the death of your parents and although at first, you thought that he had done it because of his great heart, there was a reason behind that. He wanted to train you in the mystical arts to make you become a sorceress equal to or even more powerful than him, to ensure that the sanctuary was in good hands. Over the years you had grown fond of each other, so you did not hesitate for a second to follow him after he was kidnapped by that alien ship. That's where you met Peter and fought alongside him. Unfortunately, both were victims of the blip and when you came back you realized that you had lost 5 years of your life.
Maybe Peter was a reminder of what life was like before the world lost most of the Avengers, so both of you held onto your friendship in an attempt to have at least a little normalcy in your lives.
That is how you became very good friends (I would even say the best ones) and as the school year went by, your meetings became more common. Maybe also helping him face the threat of the sexy man with a fish tank on his head had helped bring you together, but that was another story.
“Well, I don't know, but if Stevo doesn't get a job that pays him with real money, I'll find another mentor. This totally free protection of reality is already wearing me out”
"Have you already thought about which university you want to enter?" he asked, putting aside the jokes you were making "Maybe you will be the one who takes your sanctuary out of poverty" your smile disappeared a little even though the joke had been good.
"Honestly? I don’t think I will apply anywhere"
"Why?" he squealed, rising from his place. You were a brilliant student and he always thought that of all her friends you would be the one with the highest school aspirations.
"I don't know" you replied, shrugging your shoulders "Strange insists that we will try to get me to enter some prestigious university like Harvard or stuff, but...” you interrupted, feeling the look of the boy on you "Forget it, it's stupid"
"No, no. Tell me” he asked you, with those puppy dog eyes that he used. You let out a sigh and got up enough to be sitting across from him.
“I just don't know if I can bear so many things. It's hard to deal with school now, plus Strange's classes and still the disasters I have to help you get out of. No offense” you added and he rolled his eyes “I know I can get into a university, but… I think I like the life I have here in New York” you confessed. You've never said that out loud to anyone. There was a period of silence between the two, as Peter didn’t know how he could cheer you up if he felt exactly the same. “Besides, you don't need a university degree to be a superhero.”
"Says the almost adopted daughter of a doctor"
"He doesn't count"
"Tony Stark went to MIT"
"Ok, but that was before he was a superhero."
"Yes, anyway, we still have Doctor Banner, Mr. Matt Murdock, sorry lawyer Matt Murdock, Miss Pym, and her father…”
"Well, well, I understand" you interrupted, taking the bridge of your nose between your fingers "You proved your point, now shut up"
Peter laughed at the show of your annoyance and took another sip from his glass, still smiling, before pulling you by the arm and wrapping you in a hug that took you by surprise.
"Although I know you didn't ask me if you want me to give you some advice, I think you should listen to Strange and enter a university," he murmured. Now it was complete seriousness "The mystical arts are great, but if that doesn't work at least you will still have the option to choose another life"
The boy didn't think about it anymore, but when you were leaning against his chest, those words echoed too much in your head. Maybe he was right and you weren't destined to become the ultimate sorceress like you always wanted, maybe you were just an orphan fond of magic tricks.
“I'll take it into account” you replied and yes you were being sincere. After all, you still had a lot of time to think about it, right? “But now...” you started to say, pulling away from his chest and staggering to your feet. You took a dramatic pause shortly before pulling a sling ring out of your pocket and proudly showing it to him "I want to teach you a spell I learned”
"Oh no, please"
"I promise you, this time I will do it right!" you laughed. Peter already had experience with some of your failed spells "Besides I don't even think it's dangerous"
"Don't you think?"
"I found it in one of those books that Strange has in his office, he never has dangerous books there," you said to reassure him. The truth was that you wanted to learn more things than he was teaching you and you thought that maybe looking for any spell would be a good way. "It has something to do with Farallah."
“And who is that?”
“A powerful and immortal entity. I read about him a long time ago, there is nothing to worry about” you assured. The truth was that during that class you had practically fallen asleep and apart from the name you didn’t know anything else about that entity "Well, here it goes" you said smiling, but he interrupted you.
"Y/N, and what are you supposed to do with that spell?"
"I don't know," you exclaimed, shrugging. "That's the fun thing," you laughed, and before hearing another of his complaints you began to cast the spell, but you were unsuccessful. You tried over and over and over, but you thought it was all due to how drunk you were already. Peter gave up doing anything, so he just lay there watching the stars. It wasn't until he spent a long time that he approached you, thinking that it was time to go to sleep.
"You're very drunk, let's go now or Mr. Strange will kill you"
"No! I'm almost there,” you said, frowning and trying for the thousandth time. But now with the difference that while you were conjuring it Peter had taken you by the arm.
Suddenly everything began to spin and the environment seemed to be covered with a huge purple cloud as if the two of you were in the middle of a tornado. Peter looked at you scared and you couldn't help but be scared too.
"What the hell did you do?" he yelled, holding on to your arm tightly so as not to be pulled by the currents of air that surrounded you.
Before you could answer the tornado intensified and your feet stopped touching the ground, as did his. You were terrified, desperately taking both of the boy's hands and spinning horizontally in the air. With each turn, you gave your hands separated more and more from the grip, and in the middle of a scream you ended up flying to the opposite side of him. Your separation seemed to end the strange cloud you had been trapped in, but as soon as you fell to the ground the blow knocked you unconscious. Or at least half unconscious, because you could feel a pair of arms picking you up off the floor after a few minutes.
“Stephen...” you whispered, with your eyes closed and just a small voice, after the person had already taken you walking for a few meters.
“Shh”
“I'm sorry, I... please don't scold me,” you asked worried and then you heard a laugh. But it wasn't a laugh that you would recognize, even on the verge of fainting.
"You better sleep" was all he said. It was a pretty voice, a little raspy, but at the same time reassuring.
The next thing you felt was your back colliding with a mattress and your mind was so tired and sore (most likely you had hit your head hard) that you simply let the dream world hug you against it, thinking about the horrible scolding that awaited you from Strange the next day.
You would have loved that one of his scoldings had woken you up, instead of what was to come.
"Y/N" you heard in the morning, at the same time that they knocked on the door of your room "Y/N" they insisted, touching the wood more times "Y/N!" they screamed for the third time and you jumped out of bed violently.
"I heard you, Stephen!" you yelled back, quite angry. You knew this would have consequences, but you felt like your head was spinning so much that you didn't even care to think about it "Stop being a pain in the ass"
"Mom, Y/N told me I'm a pain in the ass!" they screamed, followed by footsteps down a ladder.
Mom?
"Y/N Y/L/N" you heard, now in a female voice "What did I tell you about being rude to your brother?"
Wait… Brother?!
The bedroom door opened and a woman walked in, followed by a boy a few years younger than you. That wasn't true, it couldn't be real...
"Noah, don't be a gossip. Go to breakfast or you're going to be late for school” the woman scolded him, pushing him slightly towards the exit.
"But she told me...!"
"I said come down for breakfast," she repeated seriously. When he turned in your direction you felt like you were going to throw up "Y/N, please get dressed, or you'll be late for school,"
"Who are you?"
"Haha, very funny" replied the woman, not at all amused by your comment "Come down to breakfast or your brother is going to finish the food" she warned, leaving there and closing the door behind her.
You looked everywhere and found that indeed that was not your room. It wasn’t even the sanctuary, nor your clothes, and although the woman who had entered looked exactly the same as the photograph you kept of your mother, you knew that this couldn’t be real either.
Everything is a dream, it is a simple dream and that's it.
Quite confused you started looking for your usual backpack and although you didn’t find it in the process you noticed that you were still wearing your sling ring, so at least you had that comfort.
You also found a photograph on the nightstand. You did not see it carefully because you really did not think it was relevant, but you managed to glimpse that in it you were with a young blonde, a boy with beautiful blue eyes, and a boy with brown hair. The latter seemed closer to you, as he was hugging you and had a huge smile on his face.
You left the room and had to hold onto the wall so as not to fall faint when you saw the frames that decorated the place. The man was also identical to your late father and as if that wasn't enough there was also that… teenager who was supposedly your brother.
You started down the stairs, so dizzy and scared that you didn't realize you had company.
"Good morning, my love," he said at your side. Was he your… father? "Are you going to school in your pajamas?"
"She will if she doesn't hurry," added your mother, handing you a plate and serving you an egg and bacon. Homemade meals weren't Strange's strong suit, which is why you almost always ate sandwiches or the like.
You were still quite disoriented and tried to remember something of what had happened the night before. You remembered drinking all afternoon with Peter, laughing, talking about college, then the spell, and then… nothing. Everything was blurry, almost as if it hadn't happened.
"So, you..." you started to say, pointing to the woman sitting in front of you "you are my mom," you said, earning you confused looks from everyone "And you are my dad"
"As far as I know, yes" the man joked "Why do you doubt it?"
"What was I doing last night?" you asked again, ignoring the stares of your ‘supposed family’.
"I hope you were sleeping in your room," your mother said with a frown “Are you drugged?” she asked seriously, getting up from her seat and approaching you to check your pupils. But apparently, everything was alright "Stop talking nonsense and hurry" she exclaimed, a little more serious than at first.
You began to eat, in silence, and then you dressed in clothes that you had never seen in your life but that you had in the closet of your room. You didn't say another word on the way home to school and it was a bit of relief when you noticed that (at least) you were still going to Midtown High School.
Upon entering, your fear grew even more because everything looked exactly the same and despite that, you didn’t know any of the people who were walking around you.
"Sorry," you said to an older man, that you assumed he was a teacher "I... huh... Do you know where I can check the student schedules?" you asked worriedly. The man answered you reluctantly and you found out that you had science class, which was already 5 minutes late. You practically ran into the classroom marked by the blackboard and when you opened the door all eyes were focused on you, which made you feel ashamed for a second.
“Miss Y/L/N,” said the teacher, crossing her arms with a grimace "I would appreciate it if you would knock next time”
"I'm so sorry" you answered. You walked to a table in the back and sat down without even looking who you were with, still quite worried about having woken up in a house that you had never seen, with a different family... in a life that wasn’t yours.
"Morning," someone said, with a loving voice. It was the boy next to you, with pretty chocolate eyes. When you paid more attention to him, you realized that he was the one in your photograph and you felt a lot of relief. Despite how scared you were, you could tell that he was more handsome in person "How are you?"
"Hello!" you replied, as kindly as you could. Although you didn’t want to accept it, you needed a friend to help you understand the place where you had appeared. Now you very much doubted that it was still a dream "Excuse me today I woke up, you know, a little more foolish than usual and... it doesn't matter. Do you remind me of your name, please?" you exclaimed, smiling as kindly as you could and the boy smiled at you the same way, although his frown let you know that he was feeling a bit confused.
"Is this a joke or...?"
"I'm serious. You see, I had a blow to the head yesterday and I…” your gaze drifted to the notebook in front of him and you noticed that it had a name scrawled in permanent marker.
summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.
notes: u guys…i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading!
also if you have a request, i’ll write a short blurb for it! you can send it in my ask box <3
warnings: typos, probably.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin.
It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be.
He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.
Glad You’re Home (TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader)
Summary: You’ve known Miles Morales for years. You knew high school would be an interesting time for him. What you didn’t know was that would involve him becoming Spider-Man’s protégé. Nor did you know it would involve him bringing an injured Spider-Man to your apartment one night for you to take care of.
Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of injuries, hint of angst, mild sexual innuendos and lots of flirting. Reader also has a nickname. Set after No Way Home. Reader and Peter are in their 20s (post college).
Notes: I haven’t written in literal years, but couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Shoutout to @lipstickbisous for inspiring me to write the fluff you want to see in the world. 5.5K words later and here we are.
You were beginning to prep dinner when you got his text.
summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.
notes: u guys…i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading!
also if you have a request, i’ll write a short blurb for it! you can send it in my ask box <3
warnings: typos, probably.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin.
It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be.
He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.
Okay but Marvel really needs to sit down and figure out what exactly the relationship between the different variants are because we cannot be having the three spidermen call each other brothers while the two loki's are making out
Walk into your kitchen at 3am and this wizard is waiting for you, having drunk your beer and sampled, but disliked, your potato chips, hasn’t done the dishes, and he isn’t happy
“Really, Carl? Really? Christ, I knew the breakup with Cindy was bad-but not THIS bad! How’d you even get in my house? Why are the Utz all over the floor? Wh- how did you get in my house!?”
“Damn your fool’s mind, Randy, the mists of dream still you know my Amulet of Saros allows me passage through all portals, physical and arcane. I came here as this apartment provides protection from the mental ravaging of that dark sorceress, Cindy, gods blast her name! Your fermented beverages are all that have kept me from darkness this night, Randy, would you turn me away in this hour of terror?”
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