➸ currently writing for tom holland and toms version of peter. i don’t write for the other spider-men, but i might try my hand at it. (if i get good requests i may write for toms other characters 👀)
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frat!peter will finger you while your on the phone bc his bedroom is a “sanctuary” just for you and him
'i can't, i can't! you're.. peter!'
'answer it, c'mon. you're so selfish, making me share your time. this is my bedroom, baby. i make the rules.'
'i can't! you- fuck, peter it's..' you whine when he stops.
'if you want to come, you'll answer the phone.'
desperate hands fumble for your phone, answering quickly, 'hello?'
peter started back up, your back arching, a slick sound made you cringe, it made peter smile proudly.
'yeah, i'm, um... i'm just.. sorry, what did you say?'
you told him you couldn't do it, he makes your head spin.
'yeah, yeah, yeah. no problem, if you want you cou-ooh-ood,' stuttering through the words when peter attacks your g-spot. 'sorry, if you want you could... take... mine, for the,' you suck in a breath, your stomach clenches.
peter moves faster, you try to close your legs and squirm away, he won't let you, holding you flat with his other hand.
'for the...' your eyes squeeze shut when your hips buck, you start to hint at a whimper when peter clamps his hand down over your mouth, you take the opportunity to scream into the thick skin.
peter ends the call for you while you race for breath, 'next time, don't make me share.'
Well. Look at that. Anyways, I wrote this last night while I was drunk.
Peter looks at you from across the room, disgusted by ur gayness.
“Ew. How could u be gay. That’s so gross and totally wrong.” He says.
You look at him like he’s the numbest bitch in the planet. “Peter. Ur literally so stupid. Even frogs r gay.” You counter, still being gay as ever.
Peter narrows his eyes at you, “yeah well those frogs are going to like hell.”
YOu let out a loud laugh and simply counting r to stare at him. “You wanna get fucked by a gay grl.” You tease, beckoning him to come to the bathroom with you.
Peter’s eyes go very wide, but he is intrigued. Even if ur very very gay. So he stands up and goes to the bathroom with you.
You look him in the eyes and smile again. “So what u ganna do for me baby girl?” He asks, a big ass smirk when j his face.
“I’m ganna fuck u until you can’t walk” u say, pulling down his pants.
“Oh god please” peter moans, grabbing your hips and pulling you close. “I want u to tick me so hard please” he begs. Kissing your very soft juicy lips.
You let out a moan, kissing him back very passionately. “Mmm Parker” you grunt, despite not even liking men.
You finish stripping him from all his cloths, then you take off your own. “Wow Peter ur so sexy. I can’t wait to fuck your fat cock”
You push him onto the sink and slowly begin to sink onto his big ginormous fat cock. It feels so good inside you which makes you leg out a loud moan. You grip his hair tight, tugging his brow curls. “Mmmm sexy.”
You groan.
His hands grip ur hips ahead he leads ur hips up and down on his big man
Ohhhhhhh” he cries, kissing ur neck sloppily. “Gosh ur so hot baby” he cries, feeling u on his cock.
You let out another moan before hopping off his big dick, flipping him around, and bumming in his big juicy asshole.
Peter cute too, squirting all over the sink. “Ohhhh shit that felt so good” he moans.
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Peter found out he was probate about three months later. He couldn’t. Be more scared of having a gay bitches baby. How could he possibly have the bay of a gay Bo. Like what. Anyways, he was so very pregnant and Tony was so upset because his son is so young and so very pregnant.
But Steve thinks that it’s a miracle from the gays that he’s pregnant with your gay baby.
So Peter is told he has to has it because it’s a gay blessing from a hot sexy woman who got him prhegnage
So he keeps being very very primate u Gil it’s time to deliver. And he had the hunky ads baby and feels so proud cause he’s a mommy now.
But ur a mommy too.
Peter reali3/ he’s so gay because he’s a mommy a fan yoruens a mommy so you’re hay.
Peter is ashamed of his gay self and decides to tie. The baby to bucket because his one hand will be a better mummy them him.
The end.
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I’m so so so sorry. Also, if you commented on the OG 🤨 I tagged you
Thank you so much for writing my request!! Doctor peter was so adorable 🥰 and that old lady made me laugh. It was worth the wait. You’re amazing, have a lovely day/night 🩷
aw you’re such a doll! i wasn’t sure if it was gonna turn out okay since it’s been a while since i wrote, but i’m very happy you liked it <33
hii! I don't know if you have requests still open, if you don't just ignore this <3 how about a fic where reader is the one with powers and her and Peter are together & he works as a nurse maybe or not, and he always patches her up when she's super hurt? Peter gets a call from reader that she needs help and he goes to her? or she comes to him? just really fluffy and angsty? again if you're not taking requests just ignore this. have a lovely day/night <3
doctor doctor, give me the news
A/N: so sorry this took me so long to write! i also changed it to doctor instead of nurse if that’s okay :)
warnings: mentions of blood, angst, fluff
pairing: doctor!peter x avenger!reader
wc: 1508
note: assume the reader got bit by the spider instead
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the fast pace and constant demands of the hospital often left peter with little free time for himself. on the rare occasion that he found himself with some down time at the office, he scrolled through the endless amount of notifications that he missed on his phone.
his eyebrows knit together when he finds the series of missed calls from you. he dialed you back, the concern only growing as he listened to ring after ring. his mind raced with possibilities of what could be wrong. you finally picked up, he let out a sigh of relief. “baby, you okay? i’m sorry i missed your calls, what’s going on?”
there was a brief silence on the other end before you spoke in a weak voice, “it’s nothing major, just wanted to let you know i’m...” you trailed off, muttering curses to yourself when you accidentally pressed the gash on your stomach. “i’m bringing you chinese! can’t imagine how hungry you are right now, hm?”
“that didn’t sound good. what’s going on?” peter bounced his leg anxiously.
“nothing, it’s just been one of those nights. i’m sore from dodging bullets.” you sigh.
“oh yeah, you stopped that bank robbery over in brooklyn, didn’t you?”
“uh huh. and i helped an old lady cross the street! i think that was the highlight of my night.” the more you spoke, the more winded you felt. you gasped when you found that your hand was coated in blood now.
“that’s great honey, but you sound like you’re about to pass out. why don’t you hurry on over? i don’t like the idea of you walking around by yourself, avenger or not.”
once you ended the call with peter, you released a pained moan you’d been holding through your entire conversation.
a stab to the stomach was no joke. you knew if peter were here right now, he’d tell you to keep pressure on it until you could get proper care. but there was almost no use for that anymore, you could still feel the blood seeping out.
every step you took sent a jolt of shooting pain up your side, and it was getting harder to catch your breath. you knew if you didn’t get to peter soon, you’d have bigger problems than a gash.
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
“hey,” you breathe out, leaning against the door frame of his office. “before you ask, no i didn’t get you chopsticks. i’m tired of you claiming you know how to use them, and then tell me they’re broken when you have trouble with them.”
“they are broken. why do you think i can’t use them…” he trailed off when he noticed your teeth sinking into your lip. your eyes looked weak as well, and your forehead was damp with sweat. “either you’re severely constipated, or you had a rough night out there.” he smiled sympathetically.
“no, just severely stabbed. check it out.” you stumbled into the room and set the food on his desk before you slowly uncovered the wound, showing off the bloody mess.
“oh my god.” peter gasped. “you never told me you got stabbed!” he bent down to get a better view of the gash. as he examined your wound, his mind raced. he had seen his fair share of injuries in his line of work, but he felt a more extreme amount of concern for you.
“remember when i told you i helped that old lady cross the street? well, she actually thought i was trying to rob her, so she stabbed me and took off across the street and honestly? good for her. you never know who’s out to get you on these streets.”
“you didn’t think to lead off with that? ‘hey babe, i got stabbed and i’m damn near bleeding to death’ just happened to slip your mind?” he fussed. peter quickly got you situated on the patient bed and rolled on some gloves. he cautiously removed the top half of your suit, mindful of the pain you were experiencing.
“i thought if i bought you food it’d lessen the blow. i guess i forgot to mention i got stabbed.” you winced as he began to clean your wound, the pain was almost nauseating. his heart sunk at your desperate fight to keep your eyes open.
“you’re alright, you’re gonna be just fine. i just need to stop the blood. i just know you’ve lost a lot.” he muttered, more to himself than you.
“oh. that can be bad.” you responded anyway.
“can be? it is bad. how are you not taking this seriously? your life might not be a big deal to you, but it’s a pretty big one to me.”
“i still see this as a win. she crossed the street faster than she would’ve if i wasn’t there. really, you should seen those little legs take off-“
“would you shut up? i don’t see this as a win at all. you could’ve died tonight. my girlfriend, the woman i love, nearly escaped death tonight, and you just think it’s a big game.” he scoffed, shaking his head as threw away blood-drenched gauze.
“hey, cut me some slack. when i’m out there, saving lives is my priority. i can’t save people and myself at the same time. it’s either i save them or die trying.” you defended, squeezing his shoulder when he wipes a little harshly.
peters anger falters when you do this, and he turns his head to kiss your fingers as an apology. he sighs but continues to dress your wounds.
“i know, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to tell you how to do your job but… this is happening way too often now. every other day you’re coming in here with something broken or bleeding, and you just don’t care. i know you’ve got abilities, but what happens when someday, someone gets the jump on you and you can’t protect yourself?”
“then i’ll have my sexy doctor patch me up.” you wink at him.
“sure,” peter nods his head. “and what happens when i can’t get to you? what happens then?” his voice was gentle, but firm enough to make your smile fade and tear your gaze away from his intense one. “do you know what it does to me when i see you like this? i mean, i’ve seen a lot of injuries as a doctor, but when it’s you i have to see hurt like this… it’s something entirely different.”
you were quiet as he finished cleaning you up. you didn’t realize how much this affected peter. if he knew the truth, he’d know that every time you’re out there, you fear that every night could be your last.
“sometimes i don’t have time to care, pete. as long as i get the job done, i don’t really care what happens to me. take tonight for example. did that old lady stab the shit out of me? yes, but she also crossed the street successfully. its always a job well done if people walk out safe, even if that doesn’t include me. you can understand that, right? our jobs are almost similar in that way.”
“yeah, i feel you on that,” he gently pushes his way further between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs soothingly. “but still, if you’re dead, you can’t really save them, can you?”
you nod in agreement, fully understanding where he was coming from.
“just please try to be a little more careful? what am i gonna do without my little web-weaver?” he smirks playfully.
“oh, is that what you’re calling me now? what happened to web slinger and web-head? or, my personal favorite, webs?”
he chuckles, lightly pressing his nose against yours. “promise me you’ll be more careful. i’m serious.”
“i promise i will. but i really wasn’t expecting that lady to stab me. it’s not like i was throwing myself in harms way there.” you shrug.
he cups your cheek, caressing it softly before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. you hum into the kiss, and laughed when his free hand found home on your side.
“hm, you must enjoy me being in pain. i didn’t peg you for a sadist, baby.” you teased.
“nah, that kiss was to make up for the fact that i’m gonna have to stitch you up. i know you hate needles.”
“stitches? no, don’t do this to me!” you throw your head back and whine.
“i know, i know. but your wound is really deep. it won’t heal properly without stitches, webs.” he pouted, running his thumb over your cheek. “don’t worry yourself. i’ll numb you up and be done in no time.”
“i can’t believe this.” you shake your head.
“ugh, i know right? i have to save your life. this is such an inconvenience to my night.” peter sassed you, making you roll your eyes at him.
throughout the entire ordeal, peter did everything in his power to ease your pain and make sure you were comfortable. peter was a doctor, but he was your boyfriend first.
hii! I don't know if you have requests still open, if you don't just ignore this <3 how about a fic where reader is the one with powers and her and Peter are together & he works as a nurse maybe or not, and he always patches her up when she's super hurt? Peter gets a call from reader that she needs help and he goes to her? or she comes to him? just really fluffy and angsty? again if you're not taking requests just ignore this. have a lovely day/night <3
doctor doctor, give me the news
A/N: so sorry this took me so long to write! i also changed it to doctor instead of nurse if that’s okay :)
warnings: mentions of blood, angst, fluff
pairing: doctor!peter x avenger!reader
wc: 1508
note: assume the reader got bit by the spider instead
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the fast pace and constant demands of the hospital often left peter with little free time for himself. on the rare occasion that he found himself with some down time at the office, he scrolled through the endless amount of notifications that he missed on his phone.
his eyebrows knit together when he finds the series of missed calls from you. he dialed you back, the concern only growing as he listened to ring after ring. his mind raced with possibilities of what could be wrong. you finally picked up, he let out a sigh of relief. “baby, you okay? i’m sorry i missed your calls, what’s going on?”
there was a brief silence on the other end before you spoke in a weak voice, “it’s nothing major, just wanted to let you know i’m...” you trailed off, muttering curses to yourself when you accidentally pressed the gash on your stomach. “i’m bringing you chinese! can’t imagine how hungry you are right now, hm?”
“that didn’t sound good. what’s going on?” peter bounced his leg anxiously.
“nothing, it’s just been one of those nights. i’m sore from dodging bullets.” you sigh.
“oh yeah, you stopped that bank robbery over in brooklyn, didn’t you?”
“uh huh. and i helped an old lady cross the street! i think that was the highlight of my night.” the more you spoke, the more winded you felt. you gasped when you found that your hand was coated in blood now.
“that’s great honey, but you sound like you’re about to pass out. why don’t you hurry on over? i don’t like the idea of you walking around by yourself, avenger or not.”
once you ended the call with peter, you released a pained moan you’d been holding through your entire conversation.
a stab to the stomach was no joke. you knew if peter were here right now, he’d tell you to keep pressure on it until you could get proper care. but there was almost no use for that anymore, you could still feel the blood seeping out.
every step you took sent a jolt of shooting pain up your side, and it was getting harder to catch your breath. you knew if you didn’t get to peter soon, you’d have bigger problems than a gash.
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
“hey,” you breathe out, leaning against the door frame of his office. “before you ask, no i didn’t get you chopsticks. i’m tired of you claiming you know how to use them, and then tell me they’re broken when you have trouble with them.”
“they are broken. why do you think i can’t use them…” he trailed off when he noticed your teeth sinking into your lip. your eyes looked weak as well, and your forehead was damp with sweat. “either you’re severely constipated, or you had a rough night out there.” he smiled sympathetically.
“no, just severely stabbed. check it out.” you stumbled into the room and set the food on his desk before you slowly uncovered the wound, showing off the bloody mess.
“oh my god.” peter gasped. “you never told me you got stabbed!” he bent down to get a better view of the gash. as he examined your wound, his mind raced. he had seen his fair share of injuries in his line of work, but he felt a more extreme amount of concern for you.
“remember when i told you i helped that old lady cross the street? well, she actually thought i was trying to rob her, so she stabbed me and took off across the street and honestly? good for her. you never know who’s out to get you on these streets.”
“you didn’t think to lead off with that? ‘hey babe, i got stabbed and i’m damn near bleeding to death’ just happened to slip your mind?” he fussed. peter quickly got you situated on the patient bed and rolled on some gloves. he cautiously removed the top half of your suit, mindful of the pain you were experiencing.
“i thought if i bought you food it’d lessen the blow. i guess i forgot to mention i got stabbed.” you winced as he began to clean your wound, the pain was almost nauseating. his heart sunk at your desperate fight to keep your eyes open.
“you’re alright, you’re gonna be just fine. i just need to stop the blood. i just know you’ve lost a lot.” he muttered, more to himself than you.
“oh. that can be bad.” you responded anyway.
“can be? it is bad. how are you not taking this seriously? your life might not be a big deal to you, but it’s a pretty big one to me.”
“i still see this as a win. she crossed the street faster than she would’ve if i wasn’t there. really, you should seen those little legs take off-“
“would you shut up? i don’t see this as a win at all. you could’ve died tonight. my girlfriend, the woman i love, nearly escaped death tonight, and you just think it’s a big game.” he scoffed, shaking his head as threw away blood-drenched gauze.
“hey, cut me some slack. when i’m out there, saving lives is my priority. i can’t save people and myself at the same time. it’s either i save them or die trying.” you defended, squeezing his shoulder when he wipes a little harshly.
peters anger falters when you do this, and he turns his head to kiss your fingers as an apology. he sighs but continues to dress your wounds.
“i know, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to tell you how to do your job but… this is happening way too often now. every other day you’re coming in here with something broken or bleeding, and you just don’t care. i know you’ve got abilities, but what happens when someday, someone gets the jump on you and you can’t protect yourself?”
“then i’ll have my sexy doctor patch me up.” you wink at him.
“sure,” peter nods his head. “and what happens when i can’t get to you? what happens then?” his voice was gentle, but firm enough to make your smile fade and tear your gaze away from his intense one. “do you know what it does to me when i see you like this? i mean, i’ve seen a lot of injuries as a doctor, but when it’s you i have to see hurt like this… it’s something entirely different.”
you were quiet as he finished cleaning you up. you didn’t realize how much this affected peter. if he knew the truth, he’d know that every time you’re out there, you fear that every night could be your last.
“sometimes i don’t have time to care, pete. as long as i get the job done, i don’t really care what happens to me. take tonight for example. did that old lady stab the shit out of me? yes, but she also crossed the street successfully. its always a job well done if people walk out safe, even if that doesn’t include me. you can understand that, right? our jobs are almost similar in that way.”
“yeah, i feel you on that,” he gently pushes his way further between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs soothingly. “but still, if you’re dead, you can’t really save them, can you?”
you nod in agreement, fully understanding where he was coming from.
“just please try to be a little more careful? what am i gonna do without my little web-weaver?” he smirks playfully.
“oh, is that what you’re calling me now? what happened to web slinger and web-head? or, my personal favorite, webs?”
he chuckles, lightly pressing his nose against yours. “promise me you’ll be more careful. i’m serious.”
“i promise i will. but i really wasn’t expecting that lady to stab me. it’s not like i was throwing myself in harms way there.” you shrug.
he cups your cheek, caressing it softly before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. you hum into the kiss, and laughed when his free hand found home on your side.
“hm, you must enjoy me being in pain. i didn’t peg you for a sadist, baby.” you teased.
“nah, that kiss was to make up for the fact that i’m gonna have to stitch you up. i know you hate needles.”
“stitches? no, don’t do this to me!” you throw your head back and whine.
“i know, i know. but your wound is really deep. it won’t heal properly without stitches, webs.” he pouted, running his thumb over your cheek. “don’t worry yourself. i’ll numb you up and be done in no time.”
“i can’t believe this.” you shake your head.
“ugh, i know right? i have to save your life. this is such an inconvenience to my night.” peter sassed you, making you roll your eyes at him.
throughout the entire ordeal, peter did everything in his power to ease your pain and make sure you were comfortable. peter was a doctor, but he was your boyfriend first.
summary: you cook up a potion to get peter to fall in love with you; why isn’t he falling for you like he should?
warnings: a lot of sciency talk (i died writing it), witch!reader??? angst, fluff, a tiny tiny bit of stony
pairing: peter parker x reader
wc: 2578
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peter enters the lab to find you at your regular spot at your table. you look up and smile upon his arrival. “hi peter, i made love!”
“you did what now?” peters eyebrows shoot up at your statement.
“i made a love potion!” you squealed, holding up a tiny vial filled to the brim with a reddish-pink hue. you shook the vial and watched with pride as the glittery liquid swirled around.
right off the bat, peter had a million questions. none of which he would ask, because he didn’t want to come off as jealous.
“that’s… wow! does it work?” peter forced a smile.
“don’t you see the two rats making out on my desk?” you gesture towards the clear container that sure enough, held smooching rats.
“yes i do, and it’s really unnerving.” peter frowned.
“we should probably turn around and give them some privacy.” you nod.
you shake the vial once again and smile at peter. “well? what do you think? you haven’t said anything yet…”
peter takes it from you to shake it around for himself, watching concoction swish inside. he can feel the jealousy growing stronger. “yeah, it’s cool.” peter gives a small smile, trying his best not to infringe on your achievement.
“just cool? peter, i’ve been through months of trial and error to finally perfect this thing. “cool” is all you have for me? i mean, this is super intense! when consumed, it’ll flood your brain with pleasure inducing chemicals. i’m talking dopamine, oxytocin- any love hormone you can think of. not only does it affect the neurotransmitter process, but it also has a powerful affect on the brains reward system.”
“i have a reward system in my brain? that sounds awesome, what is that? what does it do?” he beamed. peter loves when you get enthusiastic about science. he doesn’t understand half of what you’re saying, yet he listens and nods intently anyway. he adored seeing you so excited about your passion.
“the reward system is what drives us to seek out food, water, and other necessary things for survival. when someone ingests the love potion, the brain starts to recognize the object of their affection as a necessary part of their survival, which causes them to crave that person in a similar way to how they would crave food or water. so, is it still just cool?” you smirk, knowing you’ve piqued his curiosity.
“no, it’s amazing! it’s also kind of scary. i’m really happy you had your breakthrough.” peter offers a smile and looks off to the side.
“but what? i’m open to criticism.”
“well, i’m just wondering who you made it for. you must really like this person, if these are the lengths you’ll go for them…” he scratches his head.
“i made it for me.” you reply simply.
peters heart drops at your answer. “why, are you trying to fall in love or something?” he nervously chuckled.
“i’m already in love. i’m just not so sure he’s in love with me.” you sigh dejectedly.
really, you made it for peter, but you weren’t about to tell him that. you’ve had feelings for him for far too long now, and the need for him to be yours was overbearing. your subtle hints might’ve been too subtle for peter, and you didn’t have a drop of courage for you to be forward either. so you did what you do best.
“you couldn’t have just… talked to him? did you really have to go to such an extreme measure?”
your eyes widen slightly, the tone of his question threw you off. “wait you don’t think this is weird do you?”
“no! i’m just saying, all those months you spent creating a potion could’ve been used to actually talk to this person, you know?”
“i guess you’re right.. maybe i shouldn’t have done this then?” you look at the potion as you think.
“no you totally should’ve! you’ve done something incredible here, don’t be ashamed!”
“no, it’s okay. i know i’m probably way in over my head. but, there’s just so many times you can drop hints to someone so oblivious.” you shrug with a smile.
“who is this idiot anyway? i can’t believe he pushed you to such a point.”
“oh, you know. just a guy. he’s usually not so dumb.” you stifle a laugh as you answer.
“oh come on, i don’t get to know who it is? that’s lame.” he playfully shoved you.
“you’ll find out when we’re together.” you smile in a way that told peter your lips are sealed.
“alright, i’m holding you to that,” he hands you the vial “i’ve gotta run soon, but good luck with your.. guy.”
“thanks,” you pull him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocates. you’re not sure why you did it, but it felt right. you get butterflies when his hand gradually moves to your lower back. you wanted to think he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could get before you stopped him.
“oh god.” peter gasped, his hold on you slightly loosening.
“what? what is it?” you pull away while your hands rest on his forearms.
“the rats are having sex, y/n. why are they doing that?”
“i feel like that’s pretty self explanatory. they don’t call it a love potion for nothing you know.” you wink.
“you didn’t know that would happen, did you?” he laughed.
“nope. i did not. but it’ll be fine! i’m not gonna go that far, if that’s what you’re worried about.” you tried to hide your smile at his concern.
“good. but what if your potion works a little too well? what if this guy can’t control himself? what if he goes so crazy over you he’ll try to hurt you?” peters grip on you tightened as he spoke, you didn’t even know he was still holding on.
“oh, he’d never. he would never hurt me in a million years. there’s nothing to worry about, this is safe, i promise. but thank you for worrying about me.”
“you know i always got you.” and it’s true. peter cares you so much, he’s willing to push you into the arms of another guy if it makes you happy, even if it kills him inside.
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
later that night, peter found himself being lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. just as you set a fresh tray of them on the counter, peter was instantly behind you.
“ooh, cookies? don’t mind if i do!” peter quickly snatches a cookie and bites into it, humming at the delicious taste.
“peter no! those cookies are…” you trailed off, wondering why you were warning him, when the cookies were for him after all. “are… fresh out of the oven! they’re piping hot, don’t you wanna wait for them to cool?” you smile nervously, watching him carefully for any minor changes.
“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. they’re just too good. are they homemade?”
you nod, watching with worried eyes as he shoveled two more into his mouth. “okay, maybe you should slow down? i don’t want you to get a tummy ache..”
“i’ll be alright,” he shrugged. “besides, i’ll have you to take care of me.”
your heart flutters at the statement, and you try your best to hide your smile.
peter frowns slightly and hums. “hey, these kind of taste sparkly.”
“it must be starting to kick in,” you mumble to yourself. “are you feeling alright? come here.” you place your hands on his cheeks on his face to check his temperature, but he feels normal. while you wanted the spell to work, you still wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.
“please, just don’t eat anymore cookies? you’ve had more than the necessary amount of doses.”
“doses?” his head slightly fell to the side.
“uh, why don’t we let the cookies cool? i bet they’ll taste even better then.” you ignored him.
“oh, okay. so tell me. what’s the secret ingredient?”
you smile, seizing your opportunity. “love.”
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it didn’t take long for you to doubt the success of your potion. it should’ve taken effect within the first few minutes consumed. it’d been 4 hours since peter ate the cookies, and you haven’t seen him since.
either the spell wasn’t working, or it killed him.
if the spell was working though, the effects didn't seem to be as powerful as you’d anticipated. you began to wonder if all of your hard work had been for nothing.
“peter, you better be dead,” you huffed as you checked the time on your phone again. “i knew i should’ve tested this on steve and tony.”
then you decided, maybe all hope wasn’t lost. perhaps you needed to put in a bit of effort on your end. you were a bit on the shy side, it wouldn’t hurt to take initiative from time to time.
you texted peter to meet you in your room and in no time, he strolled inside taking a seat by you on your bed.
“what’s up?” he greets you.
“nothing, just look at me.” you stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of interest in you.
peter blinks and rubs his eyes. “shit, i lost. you never let me win.”
“what? we weren’t- you know, what never mind. just come closer.”
peter obliged, and you embraced him in a tight hug. “how does this feel? pretty intimate, right?”
“warm, cozy, everything a y/n hug should be.” he sighed
you groan and let go of him. “so you don’t feel anything at all?”
peter looks at you for a moment and thinks. your heart beats faster. this is it, he’s going to say everything you’ve been dying to hear for the past year.
“well… i’ve had this awful cramp in my calf lately. i’m just not sure what to do. what do you suggest?” he asked simply.
your heart sank. it seemed that all your efforts had been in vain. you spent so much time and energy making this potion, and for what? it didn't seem to have any effect on peter.
“that’s not what i mean! why didn’t it work? i’ve been trying for months!” you rest your forehead on your knees, unable to stop the tears from rolling.
“woah, what’s going on?” peter frowned, placing a hand on your back. but you don’t answer.
you couldn't help but feel defeated. you put so much of yourself into this project, and now it seemed like a complete failure. not only were you unsuccessful with your potion, but the boy you were hopelessly in love with didn’t take even a slight romantic interest in you. the realization was like a punch to the gut.
“what’s it gonna take for you to want me? i’m asking you now, because i can’t seem to figure it out for the life of me! i go as far as making a love potion just to get you to like me and it still won’t fucking work? i can’t do this for much longer! i spent months working on that potion,” you spat out, your voice quivering with rage. “i researched every ingredient, every spell, and every technique. so i would love for you to tell me, what it is about me that repels you?”
you’re almost panting from the anger, though it wasn’t directed towards peter. you wiped at the tears, but they kept coming.
peter was stunned with your outburst. it was definitely a lot to process. selfishly, the only thing he took from that was that you liked him. the same girl he’d been pining after for years was finally reciprocating. peter spent so much time dreaming about this moment but he never thought it would actually happen.
he mouth went ajar as he stammered, failing to form a coherent sentence. you never yelled at him before, he didn’t know how to react. all he could manage was, “you made that potion… for me?”
“yes,” you utter feebly, avoiding his eyes. “but it doesn’t matter anymore. we can just pretend this didn’t happen. my potion didn’t work, and you’re just not into me.”
“no. i can’t do that,” he shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “not when i finally know you feel the same way about me.”
you look at him, confusion evident on your face.
“i’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date, but i couldn’t after you told me you were making a love potion for someone else. do you know how much that crushed me?”
“and you didn’t stop me?” you fought a smile.
“i couldn’t. you were so excited about the spell working, about the person you were gonna use it on. i didn’t wanna ruin it for you because i love you.”
“i love you too,” you smile shyly, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “we’re so stupid.”
“no kidding. i can’t believe you made a potion instead of telling me you like me.”
“i can’t believe you told me to go be happy with someone who isn’t you.” you playfully bump into him, and he takes your arm gently, keeping you close.
“you’ll never hear it again.” his eyes are locked on your lips while his other hand delicately grips your chin, pulling you closer and closer until your lips meet.
your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the moment. it was an explosion of sensation, your bodies coming together in a perfect harmony that felt like it had been brewing for months. it wasn't just a kiss, but an emotional release that had been building for years. you couldn't get enough of each other, your lips moving against the others in perfect union.
you both reluctantly pulled apart, breathless, knowing that nothing between you would ever be the same again; you were perfectly fine with that.
“holy shit.” you gasp.
“what happened?”
“i think i know why my potion didn’t work on you. you were already in love with me, so of course it wouldn’t work on you! i’m not a failure after all.”
“of course you’re not. i can’t get those rats out of my mind. i think in pictures, so you can imagine how horrible this is for me.” he shook his head.
you gasp again, standing up so fast you see spots. “i left the cookies out!”
“it’ll be fine. just stay here with me. we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?” he winked.
“you haven’t figured it out yet? the love potion is in the cookies!”
“wait, are you serious?” he frowned.
you rolled your eyes and dragged him towards the kitchen. you cursed when you found that all of the cookies were gone.
“oh god. this could be bad.” you wince.
just then, steve sprinted through the kitchen with tony hot on his trail. “come back you coward! you can’t escape my love, no matter how fast you run!” tony yelled after him.
peter covered his mouth as he laughed, and your jaw dropped.
“that right there was an immediate call for an antidote.” you immediately turned to leave.
peter looked to the side in horror, to see thor in a full heated make out with his hammer. “please hurry,” he shuddered. “that’s image number three unfortunately seared into my brain today.”
you turn your attention to thor and shrug. “i honestly think that would’ve happened with or without the potion.”
