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[spiderparkerpeterman]

How are you?, I hope your doing good and stuff, it’s been a while

i'm doing good! uni (and losing my mcu obsession) got in the way, so i stopped writing x readers for a bit and focused on my other stuff - i'm a writing major so i get really busy with creative assignments haha

[spiderparkerpeterman]

so basically i’m baby

hmm. my last fic wasn't very popular, oops. back to fluff and feel-good content! enjoy!

content: fluff, reader being done with peter's shit, shenanigans involving those of the fur and baby kinds

warnings: reader is a meme because i have chaotic energy, lapslock, minor existential stuff

word count: 2139 (fuck oops)

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you were lying on your stomach on peter's bed, watching him putter around his dorm room, putting together a presentation for his photography elective. you didn't have a due date for another week, so you had taken the chance to lounge around and laugh at peter for his assignment woes. you were scrolling through instagram when an ad for some baby clothes company came up.

"urgh," you groaned, "i look up baby carriers one time and now instagram thinks i'm pregnant."

peter looked at you from the floor where several undeveloped rolls of pictures surrounded him. "why'd you look up baby carriers?"

"i thought it'd be funny to put my spider-plushie in there and carry it around campus. like 'here's my baby, oh wait it's spider-man!'" you replied with a grin.

"i should have never allowed spider-plushie to be made. you're a menace to society, y/n," peter replied. "anyways, what's so bad about instagram giving you all those ads? never too early to start looking for good baby stuff."

you raised an eyebrow. "i'm not going to hoard baby supplies for a baby that i'll never have, peter. that's weird."

"what do you mean, 'for a baby you'll never have?'" peter asked, to which you groaned again.

"peter. my darling. love- no, wait- larb of my life. i thought you knew? must not have told you. i don't really want kids," you said, shuffling to the edge of the bed so you could hang off of it, putting your hands on the floor to keep yourself horizontal. you were really close to peter's face.

peter's now sad, pouting face.

"you don't want kids?" he asked, feeling his future almost melt away. he'd always imagined having a few kids, watching them grow up and go off to school and then college and growing old with you in your cosy little suburban house with a nice backyard and secret basement for all his spider-man needs. peter loved kids. he often went to orphanages and hospitals to play with and give hope to the kids of new york.

"sorry," you said honestly. "i've just never seen myself with kids."

"you'd make a great mom though," peter whined. you blushed a little- it was a nice compliment, sure, but motherhood wasn't really your style.

"thanks, but... i dunno. it's just not for me."

"not even hearing tiny human feet running to you after a hard day of work and having the tiny little body belonging to said tiny little feet run into you, babbling about how they missed you?" peter asked, his puppy-eyes in full effect now.

but you weren't going to fall victim to his tricks. "no," you replied, a soft smile on your face. "that's your dream, not mine, babe. 'no kids' is the first clause of my mental relationship contract."

"but why not?"

"like i said. not my thing."

--

three days passed, and you had started on your assignment. it was now peter's turn to hang around your dorm and laugh at your assignment woes. you were at your desk, typing away; peter was sitting against your bed on the floor, messing around with his camera.

he cleared his throat. you decided to ignore him, thinking it was just something he needed to do. but then he did it again. you spun your chair to face him.

"yes, peter?" you asked with an air of exasperation.

"i was just thinking. about what you said the other day," he replied, innocent smile on his face- but you knew better. you knew what he was talking about- that damn kids conversation, but you decided to mess with him a little.

"what did i say the other day? was it the thing about deep-dish pizza? because i'm still absolutely serious about that, you know. or was it about naming my spider plant peter- is that a little too on the nose? because the name has stuck, i'm not changing it," you said, giving a leaf of peter the spider plant on your desk a soft stroke.

"ha ha," peter deadpanned. "first of all, i'm still deeply, truly offended about the deep-dish pizza, this is new york, we are not heathens. secondly, naming a plant after me is a little weird. thirdly, it's about the kids thing."

you raised your eyebrows and formed your mouth into a little 'o' in mock surprise. "that little old thing?" you asked, heavily faking nonchalance. "i do not remember it. i cannot read suddenly, i do not know."

"it was a verbal conversation, babe," peter laughed. "it's just- you don't wanna feel that fear and apprehension but also relief of sending your kid off to their first day of school? being so proud of them for making it this far, knowing that it was all you?"

you shrugged. "again, not really for me. i don't like feeling, peter, you know that."

"you literally sobbed over that talking dog movie the other day," peter pointed out, and you flapped a hand at him vaguely.

"i was on my period, hormones do that to you," you huffed. peter just looked at you with his eyebrows raised. you stared at him, before- "okay, fine, he was abandoned, that shit's sad! and right at the end of the movie? who does that! so i feel very strongly about dogs being abandoned. but other than that, i don't like feeling, having emotions is so last year."

peter laughed, so you turned back around and continued your essay.

--

it was another week before peter brought up the kid thing again. you had refused to even so much as think about children the whole time, because how dare peter try to out-debate you.

that was until you were having your fortnightly date night, involving a nice dinner, and a walk around central park, or watching a movie at the cinema, or just ordering pizza and making a blanket fort to watch disney movies in. on this particular night, you had gone to mcdonalds and ordered exclusively off their breakfast menu then left to have a faux-picnic at the local play park. it was almost seven in the evening, so all the kids had cleared off to go have dinner because it had gotten dark, so you two were sitting on a wooden bridge between the slide and mini rock-climbing wall.

peter was staring off to the side of the park, where a small group of teenagers were playing basketball on the one-hoop court. you stared at him.

"whatcha thinking about?" you asked, taking a bite of your mcmuffin.

"what if we have a kid and they grow up and want to go play basketball with their mates at seven in the evening and you're, like, worried they'll get mugged or make bad choices but also happy that they've got friends and do sports and trust you enough to ask?" peter blurted out. you stared at him, mid-chew.

you swallowed thickly. "if you wanna go play basketball with the kids so bad, go. i'll keep your food safe for you. by eating it."

"no, i'm serious!" peter looked at you. "like, that's a milestone! but what if the kid gets mugged or kidnapped or something and we have to pay a ransom or call the police about it?"

"you're spider-man, peter," you pointed out, now taking a sip of your milkshake. "you'd probably go and watch over the kid then rush home when they leave and try to be nonchalant about the fact that you were just watching them, and they'd see through you because you're a horrible liar or something."

"does this mean you want a-"

"no."

peter flashed his puppy-eyes at you, but you were too busy seeing if mcmuffins, hash browns and milkshakes tasted good when eaten at the same time to care.

--

"ok, y/n," peter announced as soon as he opened his dorm door for you, "i thought about why you don't want kids. most mothers are terrified of childbirth. so, and hear me out, we adopt."

you put your bag down on his floor and flopped on his bed. "nah."

"seriously?"

there was something in peter's tone that made you sit up and look at him, fully prepared to be sincere and honest. "pete, look. it's not childbirth that scares me- i mean, yeah, that much pain is terrifying and i never ever want to go through it, but... i just don't like kids. never have."

"why? how can you not like children, they're adorable."

you raised an eyebrow. "they're messy. snotty. gross- dirty in general. they can't wipe their own noses until they're like, three. that's disgusting, i'm not cleaning other humans' snot off their faces. you get no sleep, no breaks, and you know i'm not a people person- i can't really handle being around people 24/7. even you, pete, i'm sorry," you explained, and peter pursed his lips.

"you like your cousins," he said.

"i kind of have to like my cousins, pete. but i don't have to see them every hour of every day. i barely even see them once a month. i need breaks, and rest, and to be alone sometimes. and to be appreciated. and validated. i'm basically baby and need validation, like, all the time. kids don't do that." you stood up and walked to peter, holding his hands. "i know how much kids mean to you, and maybe i'll change my mind in the future, but right now, i'm scared."

"of what?" peter whispered.

"of growing up. of being responsible for another human life. of having to be an adult and having all these responsibilities. i love you and i trust you, but i don't like to think of the future too much. i live in the present, pete. live mas, forever is composed of nows, everything else is uncertain, carpe diem, the world is burning, hotel trivago, i don't know," you sighed, "just trust me on this, okay?"

peter nodded, giving you a quick kiss. "i love you so much, i'm sorry for bugging you."

"it's okay, love," you giggled, "it was getting kind of funny, actually. you did research on why people don't have kids. that's hilarious."

peter laughed, dipping his head down. you poked at his curls. "i guess i got a little carried away."

"live the extra life, peter. never let anyone tell you that there's such thing as getting carried away."

--

you were sitting in a class, barely awake, your laptop in front of you showing an empty word document. your silenced phone lit up, showing your lock screen of peter running into tape in the doorway of his room at aunt may's apartment. you unlocked it to see peter's newest text message.

peter: i did a thing

y/n: oh god what did you do

peter: i found a baby

y/n: i'm sorry? a whole ass baby?

y/n: you found an entire baby? lying around????

y/n: peter we talked about this you know i'm frightened of responsibility, that's your thing

peter left you on read, so you stared, mildly outraged, at your phone, totally ignoring your professor. ten minutes later, peter replied.

peter: sorry the baby peed on my backpack i had to put it in the wash

y/n: i'm SORRY??

peter: i know we can't have babies in the dorm but he was just so cute i couldn't help myself

y/n: peter did you just kidnap a random trash baby what is happening do i need to leave class

peter: nononono i've got it, he's a little rambunctious

y/n: big words for a dumbass

peter: i couldn't say no to those eyes, y/n

a picture popped up on your screen. of a puppy. a little spaniel puppy was looking into the camera with the biggest, brightest brown eyes you had ever seen on any living being. peter's camera was so close to the puppy's face that his snout was elongated, making him look even cuter.

y/n: !!!

y/n: those eyes!

peter: those eyes!!!

peter: !!!!!!!!!!

peter: can we keep him?

y/n: i think you need to take him to the vet first

peter: i found him by a dumpster while doing patrol, i don't think anyone owns him

y/n: wait ten minutes so i can get out of class and then we are taking him to the vet, peter benjamin 'dognapper' parker, this isn't about if someone owns him it's about if this dog has worms and you just infested your entire dorm with illegal trash puppy worm germs

peter: can we name him spider-pup i think he needs to be my sidekick

y/n: PETER YOU MAY HAVE JUST INTRODUCED FLEAS TO YOUR DORM BUILDING YOU ARE SO LUCKY I LOVE YOU

peter, of course, left you on read. god damn that boy.

[spiderparkerpeterman]

headache

i typed this out after downing a coffee, forgetting i'm very sensitive to caffeine, forgot to save but then my laptop restarted for an update? so now i'm here four hours later bc i gave up on life, not so hopped up on caffeine but with a major headache and also it's 1am. enjoy!

content: stark!reader, fluff n cuddles, peter being a good boyfriend (tm)

warnings: lapslock, i've had to write this twice so i'm angry, post-endgame and yes this follows canon i'm sorry, feels, all the feels, angst and consequences of death, Tension

word count: probably less than my original draft (1528 words)

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the jet ride back to the newly rebuilt avengers compound was quiet. the mission the reformed avengers had just been on was successful, an infiltration of a loose hydra camp, but there was a big hole in the team that had become apparent as soon as the mission had begun that left everyone in a tense silence.

missions were going to be very, very difficult now.  teamwork-wise and mentally. emotionally. it had been, what, a year or so since your dad had... well, anyway. it seemed like such a long time ago- it was a long time ago- but you had been itching to go back out and do avenger-y things for months. leave it up to the starks to distract themselves from grief and pain by working their asses off. you had been tinkering, toying with your dad's old ideas, doing some minor patrolling stuff for a year, and god was it not enough to keep you distracted.

but then you had actually taken on the mission and then everyone noticed that there were a few missing links that almost cost the team the victory. your dad had been a rock, a point of leadership, an active brain on the team. capsicle had been someone steady, brave, always willing to take on the hard jobs. and nat- nat- she'd take out a room full of men three times her size with ease and still have breath to keep going until every last man was down. sparklefingers was off in space with a rodent, a robot, and a lovesick asshole; that marvel lady had disappeared as soon as she could; the wizard was back at his boys' club; robin hood had officially retired, even leaving his bow behind for the rustic life; and orange slices had said something about "making up for lost time" with his daughter, leaving only you, captain birdman, edgy amnesiac, smart hulk and a handful of ironsuits you'd created over your little break, to regroup and do the mission.

and peter, of course. you could never forget about peter. especially not when he was sitting next to you, your hand in his, jaw clenched, staring at his lap.

the poor kid. you knew your dad was also kind of his dad, the only father figure he'd had since ben. the kid kept losing father figures- probably some kind of curse, you had reasoned with yourself, because this was getting out of hand. you had been by his side when he decided to return to spider-man-ing, a month or two after your dad had... yup. done that thing. he had been by your side when you went into your dad's lab in his lakehouse for the first time since the incident, some four months later. you had his back after the whole mysterio-then-court scenario. he had your back when you had your first major panic attack because you realised that you just couldn't cope. you had each other's backs, you had for three, well, technically eight years now. since just after peter had been taken on by your dad to beat some sense into the others in germany.

coming back from the blip was weird. the entire situation was weird. you had been blipped, dusted, gone, worried and confused about your father being on a giant donut in space with peter, and then you had come back five years later lying on your dusty, unused-for-five-years bed, then the compound was blown to smithereens, you were saved by your suit that you still had on after helping keep the wizard safe, discovered your dad had moved out to the country and had also had another kid- who you loved to bits, of course you did- and also your dad had invented time travel.

and then he was gone, forever.

so yeah. massive hole in the team, everyone was quiet, peter looked like he was going to throw up, you were trying not to cry.

you realised peter was looking at you, and you had been staring at him for a little too long. he squeezed your hand, his eyebrows raised slightly. he looked like a kicked puppy, and oh god, your heart hurt.

"sorry," you mumbled, looking away. sam raised his head but averted his eyes when you accidentally made eye contact. you felt a headache coming on- all this stress about the mission and hole-in-the-team stuff was not good for your physical, emotional or mental health. you rested your head on peter's shoulder, feeling his head rest on yours in return. you closed your eyes, tuning out the sound of the quinjet, just focusing on your breath and peter's soft circles that he was rubbing into your hand.

at some point, you drifted off because you awoke to peter gently nudging your shoulder, the quinjet landing. you blinked blearily at him.

"you okay?" he asked, cupping your cheek. you closed your eyes again and leant into his hand.

"headache," you mumbled, turning your face into his hand and kissing it a light kiss. "i'll be okay."

as soon as you stood up to get out of the quinjet though, a wave of nausea washed over you, forcing you to sit back down.

"or not."

peter rushed to pull you up gently, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he held both of your bags in his other hand. he helped you out of the quinjet, into the compound and up to your room.

exhausted and sore, your head pounding like nothing else, you collapsed on your bed, absentmindedly taking off your wrist cuffs with your nanosuit in them, kicking off your shoes. peter puttered around, putting his bag down then your bag down then taking off his webshooters, shoes and jacket, pacing the room looking at you worriedly.

"do you need anything? like- like aspirin or water or juice or music? i head whale noises can help with a headache and-"

"peter," you mumbled.

"- but i haven't had a headache since i got my powers so i kind of don't know what to do and-"

"peter," you said, a little louder.

"-  i think i should get you some aspirin, yeah, and i'll close the curtains, and-"

"peter!" you called, regretting it as your head pounded particularly hard. peter stopped pacing, and looked at you. "stop pacing, you're giving me motion sickness. and please- just keep it down, i just need quiet okay? you can go get what you want, some aspirin would be nice, and a gatorade too. but please calm down. it's just a headache, i'm tense and stressed. it'll go away soon."

peter nodded and rushed out of the room. you lay on your back with a small groan, staring up at the plain white ceiling of your room. before the compound had been destroyed, you'd put glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of your bedroom with your dad, and you could look up and stare at the fake constellation stories you had made, giggling with your dad. now the ceiling was empty, strange, unfamiliar. everything was- you had lost almost everything that night. your eyes burned with tears, which you wiped away, keeping your hand over your eyes, fighting the need to throw up.

a few minutes later, you heard your door swing open as peter reentered. you took your hand away from your face and looked at him, balancing two boxes of aspirin and four bottles of gatorade in different colours. he smiled at you gently as he put the stuff on your bedside table.

"let's get you sitting up, yeah?" he whispered, the look in his eyes oh so tender. he sat behind you, resting your back and head on his side so you didn't have to move too much and took out two small aspirin tablets. "i didn't know which colour gatorade you wanted so i got you all of them."

"i'll have the red one, thanks," you replied, taking the tablets and then the gatorade that peter opened, swallowing the pills with a large mouthful of the drink.

you sighed and moved so that you were lying in his lap and looked up at him. you giggled.

"what?" he asked, and you raised a hand to poke at his jaw.

"how do you not even have a double chin from this angle?" you pouted, "it's not fair."

"spiders," he replied, "they tend to do that to you."

you giggled again and sighed again, closing your eyes.

"i should go," peter whispered, raising your head so he could slip away from under you. "you want quiet, yeah?"

"i never said i didn't want you in here," you muttered. "i'm in pain, comfort me."

peter grinned and obliged, maneuvering you so you were lying under your blankets then slipping in next to you. he lay your head on his chest and wrapped an arm behind your neck so you were secure. you rolled onto your side, an ear to his heart. his heartbeat was so steady, as usual.

"i love you, and want you to know that you did great today," peter mumbled, stroking your hair.

"love you too. you also did really well. thanks for having my back."

"any time."

[spiderparkerpeterman]

kissing your best friend

anonymous asked: Hi this is a rly cringe-y request huhu but do u know the “i try kissing my best friend” tiktok trend? [...] Hehe sorry it’s v specific but lots of changes are up to u ofc ily

this fic made me feel real old, i'll tell you that. but it was fun to write! specific requests are good sometimes. i had no idea what this trend was before the request, so it was a cute learning experience. thanks so much for the request! i've shortened it as to not give away the plot.

content: fluff, tiny bit of angst, peter parker the awkward gen z wildcard

warnings: i only use tiktok to let out meme steam and it shows, really bad twerking

word count: 1579 (whoops i went off hard)

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peter was a nervous wreck. he had invited you over to his apartment- not an unusual occurrence- and led you into his bedroom- this happened all the time- and set up his cracked and duct-taped laptop so you could watch silly youtube videos together while curled up on his bed- what was new?- with a bowl of popcorn rested in-between his crossed legs. but this normal, everyday situation wasn't why he was borderline sweating, his heart pounding, fingers shaking.

it was that damn tiktok he'd seen earlier this morning. he had woken up and scrolled through tiktok to see what was new and popular. he came across one, where a girl was holding her phone with a guy behind her, the two smiling, the caption saying "this is my best friend". there were a few clips of them being all cute and whatnot until it said "i decided to kiss him!" and then she had tapped him on the shoulder, held his face and pulled him in, sharing a kind of awkward kiss, until they broke apart and her best friend leant in again and the video looped. something within peter's chest had done double flips, only intensifying when he thought of maybe... maybe doing that with you.

and now here you were, on his bed, laughing at the meme compilation you two were watching- well, that you were watching, while peter daydreamed and sweated some more- eating popcorn that you were getting from a bowl in-between his legs, being all cute and sweet and pretty. but he wanted to do this. he really wanted to do this. he'd liked you for ages, after you had run into each other at the same circuit in gym class and he had taught you the proper form for situps. the way you had smiled at him, completed your circuit and jogged off and then later caught up with him at lunch to say thanks and "maybe we should hang out sometime?" had made him obsessed. it had got to the point where even ned was throwing hints that you liked him and he liked you and wouldn't you two make such a cute couple? and then you were paired up together for a spanish project and the way the language rolled off your tongue made him fall even deeper in love and-

peter had to do this. for ned's sanity. for his own sanity. because if he didn't do this soon he would give up and maybe kiss you in the middle of class or something.

he cleared his throat, prompting you to look at him.

"can i make a tiktok?" he asked, his voice somewhat strained. "there's this thing going around where people show off their best friends, it's pretty nice."

"oh, sure," you replied sitting up. "what do you want me to do?"

peter pursed his lips, unlocking his phone and opening tiktok. he went into his bookmarked sounds, selected that song to make a tiktok with, and then held it up like he was going to take a selfie. "maybe just like smile and wave? and then i wanna get a few videos of us just doing our everyday things, y'know?"

you nodded, taking a second to fix your hair. peter pressed record and grinned, somewhat nervously. you also smiled softly, raising a hand and waving. he stopped the recording, and the two of you collapsed into giggles.

"sorry, that was really awkward," he groaned.

"you're really awkward," you countered, running a hand through your hair. "what's next?"

"i dunno... maybe just you mucking around? i, uh, i really don't know!" peter laughed.

you rolled your eyes with a grin, getting off peter's bed and standing up. peter was typing a caption for the portion of the video, so you waited for him. he held the phone camera up at you.

"what are you gonna do?" he asked. you looked off at the side, considering, but while you were doing that peter pressed record.

"you should dance with me," you said. peter put his phone down, and you gasped. "did you- you just filmed that!"

"yeah, i did," peter laughed. he felt his nervousness fading away as he joked around with you, so he felt like he could really do this. "you wanna dance?"

"yeah," you replied, leaning forward to grab his hands gently and pull him up. peter felt his skin burnup where you were touching him, but he smiled. "set your phone up, and we'll dance."

"what kind of dance?" peter asked as he bent back down to get his phone, crossing his room to set it up on a shelf at shoulder-height so that the video would capture your antics. he selected how long to record hands-free, but didn't press record just yet. he turned to you.

"you should twerk," you suggested jokingly, but peter had an idea. he pressed record, smirking, ran over to you, and started shaking his butt at you. the acoustic music played, nowhere near suitable enough for his "twerking". you laughed aloud and started mockingly hitting his butt. you messed around for a few more seconds, even after peter's phone stopped recording.

he stood back up and nudged you, laughing. his face was bright red, and you laughed even harder at that. he went back to get his phone and selected another few seconds to record hands-free.

"what should we do now?" he asked.

"not sure," you replied, crossing the room to rest your head on his shoulder. you reached out and pressed record for him. "i could just stare at you creepily like this."

the music started playing so you widened your eyes and stared intently at him, but peter immediately burst out laughing and knocked your head off his shoulder. you grinned at the camera just as it finished recording.

"okay," peter said, selecting the last bit to film. this was it. "now i want you to stand here, and like make weird faces at the camera or something, i don't know."

"i can do that," you replied, standing next to him.

he reached out and pressed the record, looking at you through the phone's capture as you put two peace signs up. he smiled then turned, and gently cradled your face, turning it towards him. he leant in, hearing you gasp and feeling you also lean in and-

a loud ding came from his phone- a police alert. he sprung away from you, swearing. you looked away from him, your cheeks bright pink. he left tiktok, now playing the loop of the tiktok, and went into his police app, seeing a shootout in brooklyn.

"i have to go," he stammered, rushing around his room to take off his clothes- you looked away pointedly- put his spider-man suit on, find his spare web fluid just in case and where the hell was his mask? he stopped just as he was about to climb out the window.

"stay here," he said, "please. i'll be back soon. just stay. i'll explain everything, i promise."

he lept from the window, leaving you shellshocked, webbing himself up and away. he almost smacked into multiple buildings on his way over to the shootout, too distracted to really pay attention.

did you really lean in?

he arrived at the scene, not saying his usual quips as he pulled guns away and webbed people to walls and avoided the hail of bullets coming his way and broke one guy's nose.

no, he totally imagined it.

when he had dealt with everyone he didn't stop to chat with the police, just webbed himself back to where you were, hopefully waiting, please be waiting...

he leaned in really quickly, and he was nervous, but maybe...?

he clambered back into his window and pulled off his mask. you were curled up on his desk chair, scrolling through your phone. he stared at you.

"i looked it up," you said, not looking at him, your voice quiet, "best friend tiktoks. the only thing that came up was kissing your best friend."

it took peter a few seconds to open his throat back up. "yeah."

you looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

"did you-"

"i only-"

peter bit his lip, gesturing for you to speak first. "go."

you took a deep breath. "did you- did you just do it for views? it's a kinda popular trend and so i was just wondering... i mean, it'd kinda suck if you did, and i mean- um..." you trailed off, looking away again.

"i- no, i just... uh, did you see that most people who do it have a crush on their best friends?" he asked, hoping you'd get the message.

you looked at him again, confused. but then that confusion morphed into comprehension, and then that comprehension morphed into hope and-

"you mean it?" you whispered.

peter threw his mask away somewhere, striding up to you and pulled your hands up so you'd stand. he held your face again, so gently, as you stared back at him with your big eyes, and leaned in. your lips touched, and something exploded in peter's chest. he shifted an arm to your waist, holding you tight against him, as your arms snaked around his neck, holding him closer.

a few moments later, you broke apart, your face bright pink again. peter knew his face was just as bright.

"i think we need to adjust the tiktok," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss you again.

[spiderparkerpeterman]

hey. can you plz write a really fluffy college!au

i absolutely can write a really fluffy college!au. thanks for the request!

“you’re the best”

content: lots of fluff, peter being a Good Boyfriend, college!au

warnings: lapslock, me being touchstarved, i don’t know how american college works so I based it off my own australian uni and it shows

word count: 1104

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"what are the readings for next week?"

you glanced at peter, exasperated. "you weren't paying attention, were you?"

peter grinned sheepishly. "nope. got distracted thinking about food."

"matt said we have no readings because next week is a prac. you're still wearing your lab coat, by the way. people are staring," you pointed out. peter grinned again and stopped so he could take off his coat.

"people stare anyway," he said, shuffling the sleeves off his arms. "people know who i am, so they wanna get a good look at me."

"it's weird. i know i should be used to it, having dated you for three years and all, but it's still weird," you said. you then cringed at how peter unceremoniously shoved his coat into his bag. "that's gonna get wrinkles, and matt's gonna be pissed off, you know."

"eh. i'll fix it."

you started off the campus lawns again, heading towards the cafeteria.

"i'll get the drinks if you get the food," you said, "can you get me a breakfast wrap?"

peter nodded, fishing in his pockets for his wallet, so you went and joined the small queue at the cafe. it was two in the afternoon so not many people were there, having already eaten lunch, but being the most accessible cafeteria on campus, the place always had people hanging around.

you ordered your usual, got peter a decaf vanilla latte- the boy liked his sugar- then waited at the other end of the counter for your drinks. peter joined you a few minutes later, handing you your wrap. he was holding two cardboard containers and a burger, as he needed a fair amount of food because of how fast his metabolism ran.

"what's in the boxes?" you asked, giving peter a nudge.

"fries in this one, and garlic chorizo pasta in this one," he replied. the barista called your order so you went and collected the drinks, giving peter his latte.

you moved to go find a seat- luckily your usual spot was empty, a table next to a giant window that let you see the lawns and the sports oval in the distance, so you went and sat there.

"so," you said, taking your wrap out of its paper bag, "got any plans tonight?"

peter thought for a moment. "i was gonna go on patrol, then catch up with may. why?"

you shrugged, taking a bite of your food. you swallowed, then said, "we've got that essay for biotech due next week. i was planning on getting a headstart on it, was wondering if you wanted to do it together."

"i can ask may if she wants to do tomorrow night," peter offered, and you smiled.

"put the lady before me, peter, geez. she hasn't had you over for a few weeks. you see me literally every single day."

"i like seeing you every day though," peter said, his eyes staring into your own. you smiled and reached over the table to sock him in the arm.

"gross. i love you."

"love you too."

the two of you sat in companionable silence, eating and drinking- or, in peter's case, wolfing down everything like it was some sort of race- before peter's phone dinged from his pocket. still chewing, he dug it out, and let out a muffled groan.

"you have to go?" you asked, an eyebrow raised. he nodded and showed you his phone, where an alert was showing on his police app.

he swallowed with difficulty. "it's this thing-"

"go," you said, amused.

"okay. sorry, i may as well do patrol while i'm out, i'll bring dinner, i promise," he rambled, standing and swinging his bag onto his shoulder. "i love you so much, i'll see you later."

"i love you too, pete," you replied, tilting your head up so peter could give you a quick kiss before jogging out.

you sighed, a lovestruck smile on your face, before finishing your wrap. you decided to take your drink up to your dorm- there was no reason to stay here for much longer if peter had vanished. he had taken his burger with him, having finished everything else, so you cleaned up and headed towards your dorm room.

you got started on that essay, listening to some music with one earphone in as you worked. you didn't notice that the sun was going down until you heard a tap on the window, looking up to see a semi-dark room, and a grinning peter waving from the window, mask and bag of dinner grasped in his hand.

you got up from your desk, making a detour past the light switch, and opened the window, letting peter clamber in then drop to the floor. he went to your small kitchenette, putting the food down.

"i got delmar's," he announced. you smiled as you took the food out, busying yourself while peter pressed the spider on his outfit, stepped out of his suit, then went into your bathroom to change into the spare clothes he always left here. you couldn't help but notice the large. slightly faded bruise on his ribs as he walked back into the main room still pulling on an old midtown sweatshirt.

"what's that from?" you asked, handing him his sandwich and pointing to his rib.

peter shrugged, leading you to the small couch you had in the corner. "was too preoccupied with grabbing a gun from a guy robbing with a bank that i didn't see his friend sneaking a kick on me."

you winced. "ouch."

"i hardly feel it now though," peter reassured you. "did you get started on that essay?"

you hummed a confirmation. "wrote a fair bit of it- and no you can't read it, come up with your own arguments. anyway, you're lucky i don't room with anyone. you walking around shirtless with bruises all over yourself would drive anyone crazy."

"you haven't gone crazy," peter grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"because i'm used to it."

"but not the staring."

"no, not the staring."

peter stood up, put his sandwich down, and went over to get his laptop from his backpack, then yours from your desk. he put them down on the coffee table and settled back down, opening his arm for you to settle into his chest.

he kissed the top of your head, then mumbled into your hair, "i love you."

"love you too," you replied, leaning up so you could kiss him gently on the lips. he smiled into the kiss, humming a little bit.

"you're the best," he whispered when you had broken apart. you raised an eyebrow.

"only because you're the best."

[spiderparkerpeterman]

caffeinated

content: fluff, hyper peter, lots of hugs oh god i need to be hugged so bad right now

warnings: lapslock, disgusting amounts of fluff. truly gross. 

word count: 995

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peter: (y/n)

peter: (y/n)

peter: bro

(y/n): we’re dating dont call me bro

peter: you NEED to come over

(y/n): 🤔🤔🤔

peter: no seriously i neeeeeed to see oyu

peter: you*

(y/n): why??? it’s saturday you literally saw me yesterday

peter: don’t care miss you already 😳😳😔😔 i might DIE

(y/n): hmm ok i’ll see you soon

(y/n): don’t die please i don’t wanna deal with it again

peter: yayy ❤❤

peter: wait again???????

you smirked as you left peter on read, getting up to collect your earphones, wallet and keys, put on a pair of sneakers and leave your room.

“hey, dad, i’m heading over to peter’s. i’ll be back before dinner,” you said to your dad, who was in the lounge room watching tv.

“okay, see you later!” he replied. you walked out the door, turned on some music and set off towards the nearest subway station.

after a train ride and a little more walking, you entered peter’s apartment unit, taking the stairs, and knocking on his door.

“oh, hey (y/n)!” aunt may answered the door. “peter told me you were coming, come in!”

“thanks, may,” you replied, walking inside and directly to peter’s room. the door was closed, so you knocked before opening the door.

inside was peter, sitting at his desk, his usually tousled hair even more of a mess, skin slightly pale, almost manic expression on his face. he grinned at you as you walked in, very confused.

“hey, sweetie,” he said, slightly too loudly. he got up and wrapped you in a hug, which you reciprocated.

“hey, pete,” you replied, very concerned about the fact that your boyfriend was vibrating against you. “what’s, uh, what’s going on, huh?”

you looked towards his desk, and sighed as you saw a dark blue mug there, with something inside that looked suspiciously like-

“coffee!” peter declared as he picked up the mug and drained the contents inside. you looked at him, somewhere between exasperated and totally enamoured. god, he was an idiot. a hot, smart, nerdy idiot.

“you don’t feel sick?” you asked.

peter screwed up his face as he considered the question. “well,” he said slowly, “i can’t really feel my fingers- or, well, i can, but just so much that they feel numb. do you know what i mean?”

“no, peter,” you replied, “because i don’t have super sensitivity. that’s what the coffee is doing to you, isn’t it? amplifying your spidey sense?”

“i don’t really care what the coffee is doing to me, i feel great!” peter said brightly, spinning on the spot. “except i can’t stop shaking, is that normal when you have coffee?”

“no- did you not have coffee before you got your powers?” you asked.

“nah. may told me caffeine stunts your growth.”

“and you believed her?” you cried, incredulously.

“i dunno, i don’t really question may.” peter would have looked convincingly guilty if not for his constant movements. he was twisting his hands, flexing his fingers, shoulders and thighs, and generally buzzing all around the place. you tried not to giggle as you imagined peter making a buzzing noise like a bee due to how hard he was vibrating.

peter suddenly lunged forward and grabbed your hands, swinging your arms side to side. amused, you went along with it. “i should make more coffee,” he said.

you gently pulled your hands from peter and moved towards his desk, picking up the discarded mug. “how about you don’t?” you suggested. “you’ve already had one and look what it’s doing to you!”

“one?” peter asked, his confused expression hilariously exaggerated. then he grinned. “oh, no. i’ve had like, four mugs at this point.”

“oh my god,” you whispered. “peter parker, you are not drinking any more coffee, i swear to god.”

“not one more to round it out? a nice, multipliable number like five?” peter pouted.

you laughed. “absolutely not! pete, babe, you’re haywire! you are going to have the worse caffeine crash in all of history!”

peter grinned lazily. “you called me babe.”

“you are getting off topic. no more coffee for you,” you said, “but i am going to make myself some.”

“what? no!” peter moved so he was between you and the door. “you’ll have to get past me!”

you smiled, and walked right into him, hugging him with one hand as you held the mug in the other. peter sighed as he wrapped both his arms around you again, resting his head on your shoulder. you smiled as you shuffled your bodies around so that you were halfway out the door, before pushing peter off and running to the kitchen.

peter gasped, betrayed, before running after you, laughing maniacally. “you can’t make coffee without making me some too!”

you skidded into the kitchen, giggling, put the mug down and braced yourself. peter ran straight into you, wrapping you in yet another hug, his strong arms flexing slightly to keep you caged in. you grinned as you snaked your arms up and around his neck, holding him in just as tight.

there was no space between your bodies- just peter’s slightly buzzing warmth. he tapped his fingers on your waist, and you squirmed a little as it tickled.

“peter, stop tapping your fingers,” you whispered gently into his ear. he stopped immediately, only to start tapping his toes, his socked feet making only a small little noise on the wooden floors. you stayed in his arms for a few minutes, breathing deeply compared to peter’s alarmingly quick breaths. normally he was slow, his pulse beating strong but just as slow as his breathing, but even his heartbeat was erratic, thumping into your chest.

“like i said,” you mumbled, “you are going to have such a bad caffeine crash. and when you do, i am going to laugh, hard.”

“i’m spider-man, i can’t crash,” peter replied, “so i’ll laugh at you when i’m totally fine.”

“you do that,” you said. “you go do that.”

[spiderparkerpeterman]

you’re not like other girls

content: fluff, confessions, an absolute rabbithole of a conversation, more fluff, teenage antics

warnings: lapslock, mention of sensory overload and social anxiety, discussion of sexism but it's not serious

word count: 1147 (oops)

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come on, pete. you can do this. it's just one question. one, stupid, tiny question. no sweat.

peter looked at you from the laboratory door. it was lunchtime, but you often decided to spend your lunch in the engineering lab. something about too loud, too busy, too much. he didn't mind- in fact, if ned was absent or he didn't have lunchtime decathlon practice, he'd join you, if only for the ambience of the lab as well.

you had a few classes together, had done a few projects together. nothing too crazy, but you two could at least hold a decent conversation if given the chance. peter knew you didn't mind not having any really close, personal friends- you had told him when you had met for a physics assignment that you were bad at getting close to people.

the trouble was, peter wanted to get close to you. he wanted to be close and personal- but a little more than a friend. he liked you. had for months, at this point.

he had decided to do something about it.

peter steeled himself, and walked into the lab towards you.

"hey, (y/n)!" he called. you looked up, took an earphone out, and looked around before spotting him and smiling brightly.

oh god, i can't do this.

"hey, peter," you replied, cocking your head to the side, "why aren't you with ned? i saw him in ap calc this morning."

"oh, i, uh, just wanted to hang out with you, i guess," he said, his hands trembling.

"that's nice of you. oh, here, look, i'm working on this laptop i found in a second-hand store. i'm replacing the driver and cpu, then adding some ram." you pointed at the dismantled underside of the laptop with a screwdriver.

peter looked at you, surprised. "you're turning it into a-"

"gaming laptop. they go for, like, thousands of dollars," you cut peter off. "i could sell this for big bucks- or keep it for myself, if i get attached."

"that's really cool," peter replied. "uh- hey, can i talk to you for a sec?"

now or never.

"sure," you said, putting down the screwdriver. you looked at peter, and smiled patiently. "what's up?"

come on.

"well, i, uh, was thinking the other night..." peter started, looking away.

"always a dangerous pasttime," you joked. then you motioned for peter to continue.

"um. yeah. uh... i was thinking. and, uh, i was thinking about you..."

"oh."

"and, um, i was just kinda thinking... about how- how you're not really like other girls."

"i'm not like other girls?"

peter took a deep breath, avoiding your eyes. "you're not like other girls." at this point, his cheeks were bright pink.

you giggled, and he looked up. "i'm not like other girls- so, what, i'm therefore more valuable than other girls?"

peter's cheeks went even brighter, if possible. "well, you know, i just meant-"

"you just meant that i am different, in such a way that makes all women inferior to my specific traits and therefore they do not deserve to find love in the world?"

"i-" peter gaped. you had to suppress a smile at his suddenly fish-like appearance, colourful face and all.

"pete?" you asked eyebrows raised in amusement.

"mm?" peter hummed, not quite trusting himself to speak.

"i'm joking. well- not really. women saying they're not like other girls can be interpreted as inter-gender sexism due to the way women are portrayed in media as needing to be feminine, housewife-y, perfect for men and submissive, leading to the notion of girls who don't feel like that needing to put down other women in order to feel more validated in the eyes of social media and their audience," you rocket off, and it was all peter could do to stare at you in amazement.

"is that why you get so many young teenagers claiming they're not like other girls and saying that they're only friends with guys because they find women too annoying and dramatic?" peter asked.

you nodded sagely. "claiming that other women are annoying and dramatic is another form of inter-gender sexism, because it's heavily stereotyping women who otherwise are so different to one another and while, yes, some women may be absolute monsters to deal with, some women have absolutey no tolerance for drama and may just have really healthy frienship groups, unknown to those girls who claim that they aren't like the others."

"honestly? i've never really thought of it that way," peter said.

"well, yeah, not many people do. i just watched a good video breaking it down once. i, uh, i like watching that sort of stuff. for fun," you say, looking away.

"no, that's really cool! i uh, watch science videos when i can- about, like, superheroes and stuff," peter said.

"don't we do that sort of stuff at school anyway?" you teased.

"it's more like, if regular people tried to do what superheroes do, would they survive it and stuff, solving it with physics." peter replied.

"oh, that is cool," you said.

there was a small silence.

peter stood suddenly. "well, this was a nice chat," he said, stiffly.

he almost got to the door before you stopped him. "peter?"

"yeah?" he turned back around.

"you've left me hanging on 'i'm not like other girls'. you, uh, never finished talking to me," you reminded him. peter went that shade of pink again and shuffled his feet.

"well, i was just wondering if you-"

"yes."

he looked up, shocked. "huh?"

"yes," you repeated, looking determinedly at him.

"i never-"

"yes."

peter took a few steps towards you. "you- uh, you want to-"

"yes, pete!" you yelled. "i'll go out with you!"

a broad grin stretched across peter's face. "you will?" he squeaked.

"do i really need to say it again?" you asked, a shy smile making its way onto your own face.

"okay, well-"

peter was cut off by the bell ringing through the speaker in the corner. he looked up at the speaker, somewhat disappointed.

"do you want to meet up after school?" you asked when the bell speaker went silent.

"sure, yeah, that'd be great," peter said, "i know this great sandwich place."

"cool," you replied.

you stared at each other, a little awkwardly, before peter sprung into action.

"well, i'll uh... i'll go to my locker then."

"okay. i'll see you after school."

peter nodded and turned to leave, but before he could, you were up and across the lab, grabbing onto his wrist. he looked at your hand in surprise.

you bit your lip, then swooped in and kissed peter on the cheek.

"bye," you breathed into his ear, then ran off.

peter looked out the door where you'd just disappeared, and slowly raised a hand to his cheek.

"hell yeah," he said to himself, before skipping out of the lab.

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a/n: the videos/channels i'm referring to specifically are strange aeons (not like other girls) and because science (superhero physics). hope y’all enjoyed! shoot me an ask if you’d like to make a request or be in the taglist!

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