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Today's Fic Rec is the absolutely cannot-stop-reading story by @webslingingslasher titled UNI. You've got to read it to believe it!
This ongoing story (link below) from the spider-man fandom features Frat!Peter aka Peter Parker and if you haven't heard of it, where have you been because it is the talk of campus and that was before the first frat party!
The university setting backdrop works perfectly for the entire cast of characters, each one unique, and Trouble aka You/Reader, the most unique of all.
The story is rolling out a chapter at a time, and it's already got humor, suspense, flirting, friendships, with a whole lot more to come. If you haven't given it a read, do so! Remember to REBLOG the story if you enjoy it so others can read it too! Reblogs are the fuel that keeps Tumblr content going!
Uni (master page link)
Caught In His Own Web
What's a superhero to do when he gets caught in a web of his own making? Then when it's torn asunder when his deceit is discovered, how does he make it right with you while trying to keep you and the city safe from a menacing creature? Some things you just cannot mend with a stitch or two!
That's the dilemma Peter Parker faces as he swings back and forth between extra intelligent student who you find annoyingly brilliant and Spider-man, who saves you, befriends you, and listens as you pour out your heart in the wee hours of the morning.
Today's Fic Rec is @jamespottersdaisy 's Dulcet; a multi-part story that is captivating from the start. Featuring a smart Lead, who fights to stay at the top of the class, Peter is likewise battling to figure out how to win You over. As if that wasn't keeping him busy enough, he's got a mystery to solve because the city is in danger.
The story has four parts thus far with at least one more to come so check it out. It's a good read!
Remember to REBLOG the stories you enjoy, and if you like the Spider-man fandom, I think you'll enjoy this one. Reblog it and share it so others can enjoy it too!
Dulcet (Part One)
Other parts on the the author's masterlist.
Today's Fic Rec comes from talented writer, @thursdaygxrls who has crafted a Peter Parker story, Thin Ice, that's a winner in more ways than one.
Original Character/Reader (can likely work either way) works for the campus newspaper and is asked to fill in for the regular sports reporter. Not an assignment she wants, especially when she is required to interview members of the winning ice hockey team, who've secured a spot in the championship tournament. The interview goes well despite the team captain, Peter Parker, and his gift for simultaneously annoying and beguiling her.
This ongoing series currently consists of three chapters with a fourth on the way, and just as the hockey team keeps winning, Peter keeps up his efforts to win over the Lead as she discovers that the game(s) he plays are exciting in more ways than one. She feels to let go of one's heart is as dangerous as treading on thin ice. Will she take the chance?
Read the story!
Thin Ice (Part One) More parts included on the writer's Masterlist
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I’ve been seeing quite a few posts about ship dynamics lately, and I was wondering which dynamics I gravitate towards, so let me give a few examples;
Hawks / Dabi
Satoru / Suguru
Wei Ying / Lan Zhan (teenage years)
Which ok, up til this point, fits the Sunshine/ Calm dynamic (adding onto the fact that I generally only read healthy and/or fluffy relationships). But then you’ve got…
MCU Peter / MJ (post-NWH)
Kaori / Kousei
Reo / Nagi (weirdly specifically, Nagi tw. major chara death au)
In other words, I think my base dynamic is Romeo/ Juliet, right-person-wrong-time, star crossed lovers type romantic tragedies 💀
*•.¸♡midnight whispers♡¸.•*
pairing: college!peter parker x college!Muslim!reader
summary: reader is peter's partner living across the world── literally, and this is what it's like to date him.
warnings: mentions of guilt tripping, 'if one more thing gets thrown at me I will have a breakdown', patience testing, spiraling mental health, fear of parents, lame sex jokes, slight angst, mostly fluff tho.
note: no gender specific pronouns used!! this oc is very personal 🌚 BUT I tried to make them as relatable as possible for everyone <3 enjoy!!
gifs are not mine I couldn't choose a Peter to think of while writing this 👩🦯
Catching a breath seemed impossible today with the amount of housework your mom seemed to have piled up for you, it was one task after the other and you couldn't even sit down for a break.
Your arm was sore from the amount of scrubbing and wiping you've done, your back is sore from how long you've been standing around the house and kitchen, and you were in dire need for a shower. And a well deserved nap.
By the time you were done, it was already 10pm and you were starting to get anxious, it's 2pm in New York, which meant that Peter is on his way home from college. You usually text him to make sure he got home safely but only call him when it's past 6pm for him, that's when he usually finishes patrol and starts doing his homework.
Your directly younger sibling was the only one that knew about Peter being your boyfriend, but they didn't know the things you knew about him. Like the fact that he's spider-man, or that he's a year or so older than you.
You took a minute to sit and hold your phone in the kitchen where you were supposed to grab a cup of water, instead you scrolled through your phone and texted Peter if he's made it home yet.
As soon as you pressed send, your mom walked in and your heart accelerated, without taking your eyes off of her your fingers worked from memory to hide your conversation with Peter and press into another with your best friend, who also happen to be somewhere in New York.
You texted them a quick hello as your mom raised a suspicious eyebrow, you only hummed in question and when she shook her head, you dropped yours, knowing that if you pretended any longer she will catch on to you.
Having a boyfriend was one of the biggest 'no-no's you could ever have from your parents. They always warned you about talking to strangers online but that created the best friendships you've ever had. You no longer connect with the kids from your college and not having friends have made you lonely── and not the good kind fo lonely. Having an online social life was the only escape you could have from your reality.
"Can I see your phone?" your mom asked, demanded actually, but she managed to mask it up as a request. "Why?" you asked, a slight whimper in your tone and you curse yourself. She will definitely be taking it now. "Just because, hand it over."
You knew that arguing will get you nowhere, and she might take it for longer than just a few hours, so with a silent sigh you pass her the phone after locking it, and she hides a smirk before walking out.
Privacy wasn't a thing anymore, you believe, every time you do the tiniest of things it has to mean you've done a scandal that will bring shame to the rest of your family, when truly it's just a skipped video or a text from a friend. You've grown scared to talk about certain topics with your non-Muslim friends in fear your parents (more likely your mom) to see those conversations and come up with her own wild assumption that you can't really defend yourself against because she's already made up her mind about you.
And it's so upsetting because you get to see your friends or these random people in your day-to-day life, and you get to hear about the amazing relationship that they have with their parent and it makes you so sad knowing that you can't have that. That you won't ever have that because sharing the simplest of details from your life with her will lead to a lecture and an argument and a long road of guilt trip that you're not ready to go down on, so you just keep your mouth shut and smile. It's how things are, it's how they always will be.
By midnight, you ask for your phone back from your dad. He's the only one who remotely listens to you and treats you like an adult; unlike your mom who's still thinks of you as a 16 years old child. "I have an online lecture at 10 tomorrow morning, you both will be at work, how am I supposed to attend?" was your excuse, and you weren't exactly lying.
Your dad sent you an exaggerated look tied to a tired sigh before disappearing into his room and coming back out a few minutes later with your phone in hand. He handed it over but kept a grip on it when you grabbed it, "you're a grown person, you know what's right and what's wrong, so please don't do anything stupid."
You simply nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you shuffled back to the room you share with your siblings. It was moments like these did you fear that you'd feel regret for dating Peter. He was and always will be the only genuine decision you've made that made you truly happy, and as awful as it sounds, some time he was the only reason why you'd get out of bed everyday. He might not know it, but Peter was a huge part of your life.
And you prayed whenever you could that you could have him one day, that you could hold him in your arms and get to call him yours, because he was the only thing keeping you together when things seem so out of control that you just want to crawl under a rock and disappear.
Peter was your salvation, he was your sweet getaway and he understood you like no other. Because even though he knew this thing between the two of you is not going to last forever, he's grown to love you regardless, and he wasn't afraid nor shy when he told you.
You were on the phone with him that day, you'd stayed on the phone with him all night and even as you slept, which was a huge risk seeing as your parents could've easily walked in on you in the phone with him, but when you woke up and found him still there, awake and admiring you through the screen, a volcano of butterflies erupted in your stomach and goosebumps rose on your skin.
His wonderful 'I love you' was so random you thought he was joking, but he repeated it again and again, with more force behind it every time, as if he's forcing you to believe him. But you were already in love with him too, and as much as it terrified you and told you to stop and run, you didn't. You said it back with just as much emotions, but you cried as soon as you hung up.
You cannot choice him over your religion, so it was only a matter of time before you two separated, and the idea of the amount of pain you'll have to go through clenched your heart unbearably, and you'd spend hours of the night crying, and your pillow has become your best friend as it heard your cries and witnessed your heartbreak before it actually happened.
The longer you're with him the painful this will be, and you knew that, but you still couldn't bring yourself to stay away from him because you knew, no one will ever come close to him. No one will ever compare.
It wasn't until 3am did you call Peter, the clock had just rolled around 7pm for him and you were certain he was home. Your phone rang, over and over again until it didn't, you didn't dare make a sound until you've heard Peter shuffle on the other end.
"Pete?"
At the sound of your voice, the boy let out an agonizing moan and then there was a grunt, heavy breathing and some more groans.
You pursed your lips, "Peter I swear if you're jerking off right now-"
Peter's camera opened, and it showed him on his bed with a gushing wound across his chest. The gasp that escaped you was unannounced, and you slammed a hand against your mouth to keep quiet. Your whole family was asleep, the last thing you need right now is someone waking up to you chatting with Peter.
"What happened? What the hell happened?" you hiss. He was still in his spider suit and you assume he just got home. Peter winces as he slips off his suit slowly, trying not to disturb his wound any more and not cause himself any kind of extra pain. "Just a bad run in with a gang, nothing I couldn't handle." he groans again and you're left to wonder if he's right.
"how deep is that? It looks deep. But you're still bleeding red which is good. I think you should head to a hospital Peter, please."
He shakes his head, "Too many questions, I'm just gonna stitch myself up."
You stare at him unbelievably, "Your organs could have been impacted, dumbass. You can't stitch yourself up with potential internal bleeding! Please go to the hospital or something, please? You could die!" your urgency for him to react or do something didn't affect him, and it pissed you off.
"Or I'll just call Gwen, she'll know what to do."
You clench your jaw at her mention, "she's not a doctor, Parker."
You never held anything against Gwen. Except for the fact that she's your boyfriend's ex and that she knows he's spider-man and that she gets to see him and touch him and be with him while you can't.
"She knows some medical stuff, it's better than nothing, right?"
You want him safe, so you mutter out a response and let him call her, then he came back to your call and laid back on his bed. The phone was set up against his desk and you had a clear view of his body.
He looks tired, sweat beads across his body and his hair a mess, he keeps grimacing every time he breathes too deeply and his hands had turned to fists holding onto his sheets.
You wished there was a way you could help him, he seemed to be in so much pain and you could cry at how desperate you were to help him. It was moments like these you wished you were there with him, holding his hand and brushing out his hair, doing whatever you could to make his pain better.
But then the door knocked, and Gwen walked in and she gasped, the she got to work. He keeps talking to her, following her instructions, and she keeps cursing him for his recklessness, then she says something that renders you silent.
"What would y/n think of you like this?"
Peter scoffs, "they're right there," he points at the phone across from them and Gwen only now notices, "they told me to go to the hospital but I called you instead. I was gonna stitch myself up."
"thank God you didn't."
Thirty minutes later, and he was all stitched and cleaned up thanks to Gwen, she leaves him to get dressed and make him some soup to help him heal faster and he sits on his desk, his head resting on the wood as he keeps his eyes on you.
It was dark in your room, he can make out the outline of your head hiding beneath the blanket, he can make out the placement of your eyes, nose and lips and it causes a tiresome smile to spread across his lips. "You're beautiful." he states.
You roll your eyes, "You can barely see me."
"I don't need to see you to tell you you're pretty."
Your heart warms, and you can feel yourself heat up under his gaze. He never fails to make you flutter and flustered, just listening to him talk gets you through the worst of moods and it doesn't matter what time it is, you will stay up for days if it meant you can have a few minutes long conversation at the end of it all.
"how was your day?" you ask, prompting him to start talking. Peter likes to rant, and you've always been a good listener, you'd sit back and hear him go on for hours about his classes or this new tech he's trying out for his suit, or the criminals he's come across that day or whatever sassy comebacks he's made. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's something to get your mind off of your day.
He seems to notice your dimmed mood though, because he shakes his head and lays it on his arm. He looks seconds away from passing out. "I always talk about my day first, you should tell me about yours this time, please?"
He sounds so pretty saying please. "I didn't have the best of days to be honest, I worked a lot, didn't eat until midnight I think, mom took my phone a few hours ago but I have a lecture in..." you trail off to look at the time on the corner of your screen, "seven hours so dad gave it back."
Peter furrows his eyebrows, an adorable crease forms between them and a soft frown on his lips. "Seven hours? What time is it?"
"three in the morning." you knew you were about to get yelled at, but you didn't care.
"Three?! y/n, baby, go to sleep. You need it if you want to stay awake through your lecture."
"I want to talk to you though, we haven't talked properly in a while." you whine and he purses his lips just as Gwen walks into his room with a bowl of warm soup. He thanks her and she instructs him to drink his soup before leaving, something about catching up on work or something. You didn't really pay attention.
"I'll make you a deal, alright? You go to sleep right now, and I promise to call you first as soon as I can tomorrow, yeah?"
"but you have four lectures tomorrow." it was a suitable argument and Peter rolls his eyes. "I don't care! I promise I'll call you, just please get some rest? You need it."
There's no getting out of this one, because you knew if you continue whining against his wishes he'll hang up the phone a d you're going to spend the rest of your night going through your instagram explore page, so you groaned and got comfortable on your bed, head still hiding underneath the blankets to keep your ears warm from the cold AC.
"will you sleep on the phone with me?" you're not the one to suggest this usually, and it's the only thing Peter needs to know that you've had a really rough day. Your voice was small, scared you might be rejected, but he only beams up at you. "Happily, just let me finish this soup so Gwen doesn't murder me."
When your life spirals out of control, or when you feel overwhelmed, you know Peter was there. Even if he's not here physically, he's always with you. And no matter what happens, you know you could always falls back on him and he'll hold you up, because that's what you do for each other. You're each other's escape, each other's joy and happy dreams, even if you don't last forever.
These midnight whispers are more than enough for you to feel loved and wanted, and you didn't want to feel that by anyone if it wasn't Peter.
Peter finds himself thinking about Y/n more than he should.
He has his innocent thoughts. One’s where he dreams of picnics with her in central park. Walking down the pier hand in hand watching the sunset. Holding her in his arms in his twin-sized bed. Those thoughts he can live with.
The ones where he imagines her lips parting, hands gripping, breath shallow, are where he feels bad.
Y/n was his friend and he would never actually say it because Ned would get mad but she was his best friend.
He was the one she confided in when she had problems. Told him her darkest secrets which he swore to take to the grave. Comforted her when she felt blue. Peter felt bad having any romantic thoughts towards her.
He thinks back to one of his first serious conversations with the beautiful girl. The two had finished their evening classes and decided to spend the rest of their evening on the campus lawn. Sprawled out on the grass looking up at the darkening sky, seeing few stars due to the brightness of the city. She had confessed to him how appreciative she was of their friendship, how so many boys would only befriend her to get into her pants, how she trusted him. At that moment Peter felt honored, stretching over to hug her.
When Peter looks back at the moment he thinks of two things. One how gorgeous she looked under the moonlight with a slight twinkle in her eye and two was he any better than the guys she spoke so poorly about?
Now Peter didn’t just want to hook up with Y/n. Sure it would be nice but, he craved more from her than just sex. He craved warm mornings, slow dancing to no music, study dates, and bubble baths with her. He wanted her pupils to dilate when she saw him, her heart rate to pick up, smile so hard her cheeks hurt. He wanted her. All of her and all the love she had to give.
Y/n <3: hiii pick me up from my class in 10 we can go to that cafe you mentioned a few weeks ago :)
Peter finds himself smiling down at his phone tripping over his feet as he jogs to her classroom.
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Can anybody help? I'm trying to find a fic but can't remember who wrote it.. it was about mcu Peter parker dumping reader on her birthday because he wanted to be with mj, but he wouldn't leave reader alone ?
LIZZY'S NAVIGATION <3
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lizzy. she/her. twenties. book-lover. taylor swift enthusiast.
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the lacy fic is going to be chaotic and you'll have to deal with that lol
(the tags do reveal a bit haha)
lacy
pairing: peter parker (mcu) x fem!fitzsimmons!reader
summary: peter parker was everything you wanted to be, but you just couldn't hate him for it
warnings: a few little spoilers for agents of shield, this is not as sad as i wanted it to be, but whatever
notes: reader is fitzsimmons daughter! i imagine them to be pretty young parents, she might be about 16 while they're 36
you weren't sure when your obsession with peter parker had begun, but you were sure that it was psychotic at this point. you couldn't help it. there was a thin line between love and hate and you danced it every day.
your problem was that you just couldn't hate him. you honestly wished you could, be he was perfect and he was nice and you wanted to be everything that he already was.
he was a hero and you wished you could help the people like he did. you weren't special. you didn't have any abilities, you mostly stuck to the lab and spend most your time inventing things for the people that were special.
ever since your parents team had finished their last mission your mother and father had settled into the avengers facility. they decided to only work from here, after they had had you, to keep you and each other safe. and naturally, you followed their example. you were incredibly smart, and how couldn't you? you were the daughter of the most brilliant scientiests shield and the world had ever seen.
it was your dream to leave these halls and go on missions like your parents used to, but they knew the danger and wanted to keep you safe. you were homeschooled and almost never left the tower. you were like rapunzel if she had been academically gifted.
this was your personal prison and you couldn't help but wonder if this was all you were fit for.
and then came peter. he was the same age as you and he was the living proof that there was always something more to aspire, that you wouldn't ever be able to reach.
maybe it was that self-destructive behaviour, but sometimes you wished that something would bite you or that someone would experiment on you, just so you could have what they had. this jealousy made you bitter. you didn't want to be like this, and you hated yourself for basically throwing longing glances after peter every day.
"hey, sweetheart" your dad stuck his head through the door of the labatory
"hey" you smiled softly
he walked into the room, your lab coat in hand. "you forgot it in the living room"
"thanks, dad" he smiled and patted your shoulder
"peter is on his way, his suit needs some adjustments i think"
you nodded and your father left the room. you turned your back to the door and began searching the material you would need to work on the spider-man suit.
peter parker was making his way down the hall towards you lab in the same time. what you didn't know was, that he probably had the same admiration for you as you for him. he would watch you any time you didn't look. he knew that your parents on their own were smarter than tony stark, so you were like magic to him. besides that you were beautiful and funny and he wished that you would look at him like your mum looked at your dad. that was the kind of love he was longing for
"peter" you said surprised as you noticed the boy leaning in the doorway
"hey" peter smiled, stepping inside the room, after you had nodded at him
"how can i help you?" you gently took the suit from his hands
"uuh, just some suit adjustments"
"why didn't you ask uncle tony to adjust it? he build the suit, didn't he?"
"you're smarter than him" he said quickly, not wanting to reveal the real reason. he would do anything to be in your presence
"i know that" you laughed "but this is a new one" you turned the fabric around. "nano-tech" you noticed "i'm not sure if i have the right tools to work on that"
"oh" peter just said, trying to think of something else to ask you "could you take a look at my web-shooters?"
"sure" you smiled. it wasn't the first time that peter made you take a look at things that were either completely fine or he could fix himself. it made you wonder if he did it to make you even more jealous. "is something wrong with them?"
"i'm not sure" peter scratched his neck "you're better than me with those things, i'm sure you will notice if there is a problem" he was proud, he could flatter you with his answer
you had to smile. and if he just did all this to make you jealous, he was so nice, you couldn't even hate him for it.
after inspecting the shooters for a few minutes, you gave them back. "they seem fine to me"
"okay" peter said "thank you" he grabbed his things and left the room, looking at you for a last time, before he walked down the hallway
he had hoped that you would eventually get the hint. you were smart enough to know that he could fix any web-shooter problem himself, but he wasn't sure how to reach you if it hadn't to do with what you could do best. to peter's luck your social competence was at the same level as that of your father, you didn't even think that he would visit your lab just to see you and not to anger you
you took a look at the clock, noticing that it was almost time for dinner. you took off the lab coat and your gloves, before you made your way downstairs. today was sunday, which meant that the whole team would eat together.
before you walked into the big dining room, you made a stop at your family's apartment.
"alya?" you called. you opened the door to your sisters room. she was playing on the floor together with deke.
"i'm not quiet sure you should be doing this" you grabbed your sister from the floor. she was about two years old now.
"quality time with my mother, why not?" deke stood behind you while you changed alya out of her pyjama
"because your mother is a toddler right now" you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure nana and bobo would agree with me" you said sarcastically, using the nicknames deke always used with your parents
"only bobo would" he corrected "nana would think i'm the cutest"
"sure" you shrugged, adjusting alya on your hip "are you coming to dinner or are you gonna continue hiding in here?"
"like you do in your lab?" he asked
"that's not the same and you know that" you shook your head "i'm not hiding, i'm working and it's not like i don't want to be outside of this building"
"sure" deke followed you out of the apartment and down the hallway to the labs. you knocked on the door
"mum, dad" you called "dinner!"
"just think about it!" deke encouraged "meeting different people.. boys" he smirked
"stop talking like this" you shook your head, disgusted "you're my nephew"
"and currently i'm like fifteen years older than you" he shrugged "and what you need is a bit experience in terms of da-"
fitz had just stepped into the hallway at the same second and left deke no other choice than to finish his sentence differently
"-ta analysis"
fitz nodded proudly "he's right, monkey. there is no science without data analysis, it rolls off the tongue amazingly, don't you think?"
your mum, who had just left the room looked between her husband and grandson confused.
"let's just go to dinner" you suggested "maybe leave the lab coats"
your family walked down the hallway together. despite you being too late, the table was entirely empty except for peter and vision.
"huh?" fitz wondered
"a new mission?" jemma asked vision and took alya out of your arms to seat her in the high chair
"indeed, doctor simmons" vision nodded "the team has been called to an emergency. peter wasn't wanted, that is why he is here"
"thank you, vision" peter smiled sarcastically
the sarcasm didn't quiet reach vision though. "not a problem"
deke and you were the last two people standing. before you could react, deke had sat down beside vision, leaving the last avaible seat next to peter. of course the table was huge, but it would be weird to sit down away from the others, so you obligated.
deke motioned to peter with his eyes. 'experience in terms of dating' he mouthed
'shut up' you mouthed back, trying to ignore him for the rest of dinner.
"so.." peter turned to look at you "how is school going, ms genuis?"
"pretty good, i'd say" you laughed awkwardly, shoving a few fries into your mouth "my teachers are happy with my performance"
"don't be silly, darling" your mother chimed in "her teachers are astounished by her workload. but yours must be too, peter. tony tells me, you are quiet intelligent yourself"
"ehh, thank you, doctor simmons" peter smiled
"jemma is just fine" your mother looked between you and peter. she had noticed how you looked at each other
"okay" peter nodded "thank you, jemma"
"yeah, you can still call me agent fitz" your father smiled his typical smile that he would use on people he didn't like. he had just decided that he loathed the boy and definetly the way he was looking at his daughter
"fitz!" jemma scolded, but fitz just shrugged his shoulders
"i'm actually a big fan" peter said, making all heads turn to him "your work on agent coulsons team was incredible!" he complimented
"thank you, peter" jemma smiled flattered
"and y/n is so brilliant!" he went even further "she always helps me with my stuff and she invents incredible things!"
"she's amazing, we know that" fitz rolled his eyes. he was probably the proudest of you and knew how brilliant you were, he didn't need some boy to tell him
"be nice, bobo" deke smiled brightly at peter "peter, do you happen to have a girlfriend?"
fitz choked on his water, your eyes grew big, vision looked confused and peter laughed awkwardly
"n-no" he said "why do you ask?"
"whoa" fitz stood up from the table, dragging you out of your seat "look at the time! it's already so late. we have to get back to work, jemma" he pushed you towards your sister "would you get alya ready for her nap, y/n? and deke you'll help her, yeah?"
"i thought i wasn't allowed to take care of mum" deke said confused "paradoxon and all"
"just do it" fitz said aggressively
"see you, y/n!" peter could only say right before fitz pushed you and deke down the hallway, alya in your arms.
"what do you think about peter?" deke stood next to you, while you were busy putting alya into her romper
"i love petey!" alya giggled
"you don't" you shook your head at her "you don't even know him. what about him, deke?"
"he's cute, isn't he?"
"something you want to tell me?" you asked your nephew (yeah, definetly weird) while you put alya down in her crib and left the room, deke close behind you
"of course not for me. for you, nini" ever since you had found out about your relation he had called you that. just like he called you parents nana and bobo
"for me?" you wondered "you know that i don't even like him?"
"your eyes tell another story! you're always looking at him"
"because he can do everything i want to do!" you argued "i wish i could go outside and safe the world, but i'm always stuck in that stupid lab"
"you love science!" deke laughed, like he couldn't believe what you were saying "you're incredible at it!"
"i wish i wasn't" you sat down on the couch "maybe i could actually do something then" your eyes fell on the clock "i have to go back to the lab and finish some stats for uncle tony. don't play with your mother!" you quickly left the apartment, before deke could get another word in
"y/n, you're beautiful and funny" you looked around confused, before you noticed the sound coming out of your very own lab
"peter?" you asked when you opened the door and saw him standing in the middle of the room
"y/n!" peter exclaimed surprised "what are you doing here?"
"i work.. here?" you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you "another problem with the web-shooters?" you asked, grabbing your coat from it's hanger
"no, i actually came here to talk to you"
you raised your eyebrows
peter took a shaky breath "y/n" he said "you're beautiful and funny and incredibly brilliant"
you crossed your arms, confused in which direction this was going
"and i wanted to know if you'd go on a date with me?"
"a date?" you repeated, peter nodded "why?"
"w-why?" peter seemed like he did not think you would ask such a question
"you're a superhero" you reminded "why would you want to go out with me? you do know that i don't have any superpowers, right?"
peter almost had to laugh. you didn't seem like you were offended or sad that you wouldn't fit in the same social circle, but more like you couldn't crompehend why he would ask you out. just coming from a logical perspective
"i know" peter smiled "you're so much more than that! you're incredible at what you do, i wish i was that smart"
"but you are" you said, still confused "and you have super strength which is another pro"
"y/n" peter breathed "i don't think you understand what i'm trying to say"
"are you making fun of me?" you wondered "make me even more jealous?"
"jealous?" peter laughed "jealous of what? that i can maybe name the first ten numbers of pi?"
"that's not a lot" you mumbled
"i know!" peter laughed "that's what i'm saying! you're so much better at literally everything, why would you be jealous?"
"you're a hero"
"and you aren't?" peter's eyes grew soft as he noticed that you really didn't think of yourself as a hero, quite contrary to what he thought of you "how am i supposed to be a hero without my web-shooters or my suit? if you hadn't improved the shooters, i would've died last year. you don't seem to realize that your inventions save lives. not only my life, but those of the avengers, of thousands of people"
"thank you, peter" you smiled "but i don't do the actual saving"
"that's why we're a team, no one could do any saving without each other"
"i never thought about it like this" you said honestly. it was a bit like a weight had just been lifted off your shoulder. you never thought that anyone aprreciated or even noticed the work that you did in your lab. but peter had. just like you had always noticed everything about him. but only now did you realize that the feeling you had harboured wasn't envy, but love. you had loved him from the first moment on and you had loved him for what he was.
"i could never do what you do" you said "and that's okay"
"yeah" peter nodded "and you love what you do, don't you?" he stepped closer to you and you looked up at him. "did i ever tell you that you were beautiful?" he asked
"yeah" you breathed "like five minutes ago"
"no harm in saying it again" peter stepped even closer "can i kiss you?"
you nodded quickly. peter came even closer and planted a featherlight kiss onto your mouth
"i think i like you more than anyone i ever knew" you whispered "so much even i thought i should hate you"
peter paused, confused before he nodded "i'll take that. me too"
and with that he kissed you again. you deepened the kiss, your hands going into his hair, until you heard a beeping noise.
"what was that?" peter wondered
you looked behind him to confirm your suspicion "deke listened in through the baby monitor" you would keep it with you, because your lab was closest to the apartment and because your parents often couldn't check on alya when they were in the middle of an experiment. you didn't mind though, she almost never cried.
peter turned around to look at the monitor. deke was closer to the camera than you had wanted him to be, his face plastered over the entire display. "i'm so happy for you, nini!" he smiled brightly
"can he see us?" peter whispered
you shook your head "just ignore him"
peter laughed and kissed you again, while deke quickly pulled the plug of the monitor the moment he heard your lab coat hit the floor.
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fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), injury/ blood (w), humor (c)
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i wish I could take your pain away too (1.1k) — after pietro's death, you try to comfort your sister (a,p)
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𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 (4.3k)
fix me up (1.6k) — there's nothing peter can do to save your life (a)
underneath the tree (1.2k) — you and peter both struggle to find the perfect gift and end up proving why you belong together (f,w)
tolerate it (1.5k) — maybe you and peter had done a good job at ignoring your problems, or maybe there was nothing worth saving anymore (a)
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𝐦𝐜𝐮!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 (5.1k)
a holly jolly christmas (0.4k) — just a few domestic headcanons about living with the avengers (f)
lacy (2.7k) —peter parker was everything you wanted to be, but you just couldn't hate him for it (f,a,s)
hey stephen (2k) —you and peter have to fix a little mistake one of the avengers made. luckily you're a great team (f,c)
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pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader
summary: you and peter have to fix a little mistake one of the avengers made. luckily you're a great team
warnings: flirting, theft lol
note: i realized too late i hadn't put it in the queqe lol!
the night sky loomed above you, a soft haze of stars disappearing into the city’s light pollution. a high-rise office building stretched into the clouds, and at its base, peter was already halfway up, scaling the glass like it was nothing. your fingers tapped the device your dad had insisted you bring, ensuring your escape route was intact—just in case.
"the probability of falling to your death is one in three," you called out, voice laced with dry amusement as you watched peter's slow climb from the ground.
from above, peter’s voice crackled through your earpiece, laced with sarcasm. "what do the statistics say about people with spider-powers?" he paused to look down at you, clearly rolling his eyes beneath the mask.
with a smirk, you tapped the small stark tech device on your wrist, instantly teleporting yourself from the ground to the roof he was climbing toward. when you appeared, you peeked over the ledge to see him still climbing, almost there. "they say, that they're kind of slow."
peter stopped climbing and turned his head in your direction, scowling up at you. "ha ha" he muttered, clearly unimpressed. still, you could see a grin forming under the mask as he climbed up the last few feet. "and what do they say about people with teleporting powers and stark-level egos?"
you quirked a brow, amusement dancing on your lips. "that we don’t have time to climb up buildings for fun," you shot back.
"whatever" he replied playfully, as he walked around you, to look through the glass of the roof and into the room beneath it. "do we have any information about the security system?"
"vision has already gotten rid of any alarms or anything else, but we still have a problem"
peter and you stared through the glass next to each other, as larry, the security guard, walked through the hallway. he was one of the kind who took their jobs a tad bit too seriously.
the museum was a place that had never been robbed before, solemnly because of larry.
you loved when your dad would pick you out to go on a mission, the higher the stakes, the better, but he had not disclosed what kind he was sending you on this time, before you had agreed.
normally this was far beyond the mission any of the avengers would take on, but thor had accidently packed on of your dads and bruce's invitation into a box you had planned to gift to the museum.
you had asked him if there was no way to just invent it again, to which tony had rolled his eyes and exclaimed with theatrical dramaticness that there was no way in hell anyone in new york, let alone america would survive, if the little device got into the wrong hands.
both you and peter had advised him not to build life-threatening devices ever again.
but now you were here and there was no way back.
"whatever" peter replied playfully, walking around you to peer through the glass on the roof, his eyes scanning the room below. "do we have any information about the security system?"
"vision’s already taken care of the alarms and cameras," you answered, eyes still locked on the space beneath. "but we’ve got a problem."
you and peter stood shoulder to shoulder, staring down through the reinforced glass at the one obstacle neither of you had expected: larry, the security guard. he was patrolling the museum’s halls with an intensity that would put some SHIELD agents to shame. larry was infamous for taking his job way too seriously, a fact that had somehow kept this museum entirely free of robbery attempts.
peter let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "that’s larry, isn’t it? guy’s basically the captain america of museum security.”
"yup," you sighed, arms crossed as you watched larry methodically sweep each room like he was guarding the crown jewels. "this mission is supposed to be high-stakes, not high-annoyance."
your father had pulled you into this last-minute mission, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of his over-the-top explanation for why this was necessary. thor had accidentally packed one of tony's and bruce’s experimental devices in a gift box meant for this museum, and now that same device was on display, tucked away in some artifact. to tony, this was practically a world-ending catastrophe.
"couldn't you just, you know... build another one?" you had asked at the time, exasperation dripping from your voice.
tony had responded by rolling his eyes dramatically, as if you’d just suggested throwing away the mona lisa. "do you want the wrong hands getting this tech? because that’s how we all end up in serious, world-ending trouble."
that, of course, had been enough to get you and Peter on board. especially after the last world-ending trouble, your father had been involved in, had led to robots invading sokovia and ripping it out of the ground.
but now, staring at larry pacing the hallway like he was auditioning for an action movie, you were starting to regret that decision.
"we’ve got to get him out of there" peter whispered. "or this is going to get messy fast"
you nodded. "and vision can’t mess with his comms or knock him out—he’s just a regular guy, after all. we can’t exactly web him up and call it a day"
"yeah" peter agreed. "but we can’t just waltz in either. larry’s about three steps away from spotting us and sounding the alarm. and there goes our quiet heist"
peter shifted beside you, fidgeting like he always did when he was thinking up a plan. you could practically see the gears turning in his head. he turned to you, his face half-hidden under the mask, but you could feel the grin even if you couldn’t see it. "how good are you at distractions?"
you raised an eyebrow. "depends on the distraction. what are you thinking?"
peter leaned down, pointing at the far end of the hallway where a ventilation shaft led into the room larry was patrolling. "you teleport down there, maybe drop something—make some noise. when larry goes to investigate, i’ll slip in and get the device"
you glanced at the vent, calculating the distance between it and larry’s patrol route. it could work. you could make just enough noise to pull him out of the main exhibit area without alerting him too much.
“fine” you muttered, already prepping yourself. “but you owe me.”
peter chuckled, tapping the side of his mask. "i’ll pay you back in kisses. how’s that?"
"disgusting, actually" rolling your eyes, you disappeared in a flash, teleporting down into the vent, making sure to land as quietly as possible. the cold metal of the air duct pressed against your knees as you crawled toward the room below, spotting larry a few feet away, completely oblivious.
reaching for your utility belt, you pulled out a small stark gadget—a harmless little device designed to make a loud noise when activated. with a quick flick of your wrist, you dropped it through the slats in the vent, watching as it clattered to the floor.
larry’s head snapped toward the sound immediately. His footsteps echoed through the room as he headed toward the noise, flashlight in hand. you teleported yourself back to the roof in time to see Peter lower himself through the glass on a webline, slipping into the room like a shadow.
“good?” you whispered into your comm.
peter’s voice came back soft but smug. "good. I'm heading to the artifact now."
you watched from above as Peter made his way through the room, quiet as ever. he moved between the display cases with ease, his eyes trained on the object in question—a small, unassuming vase, inside of which was the deadly device your dad had carelessly gifted to the museum.
"you think they’d put the dangerous stuff in a more secure spot," peter whispered, now crouched by the display.
"it’s a vase," you whispered back. "nobody thinks vases are dangerous."
peter snorted. "clearly, they’ve never been on a mission with you.”
“clearly, my dad is just as smart, considering he gave a kid a multi-million dollar suit” you teased.
"oh, shut up!" peter shook his head, but you could hear in his voice that he wasn't actually angry or offended at the joke. he carefully removed the vase from its display, switching it out with an identical replica tony had provided. “got it,” he said, holding the real one up to the light.
but just as he turned to leave, larry came back into view. peter froze mid-step, his eyes darting to the closest hiding spot—a decorative column far too narrow to be much help.
“uh, y/n?” peter’s voice was tense. “i think larry’s about to spot me”
“how close are you to the exit?” you asked, already preparing to teleport in if things got messy.
“close enough... but not without being seen” peter muttered. he shifted, trying to move around the column without larry noticing.
you sighed, rolling your eyes. "fine. hold tight."
in an instant, you teleported into the hallway just a few feet behind larry, making just enough noise to catch his attention. he spun around, his flashlight sweeping the area where you had appeared.
peter took the opportunity to slip past, barely making a sound as he darted for the exit.
larry's flashlight landed on you for just a second before you teleported again, this time to the roof, heart racing as you reappeared beside peter.
"that was close," you breathed, watching as larry scratched his head below, completely unaware of what had just happened and probably blaming the hint of your figure on his sleep deprivation.
he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “you realize this was extremely stupid, right?”
you raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. “what, you worried about me?”
peter shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. “i mean, if you got caught, who else would pull me out of this mess?”
you gave him a playful shove. "please. i’d just teleport out, and you’d be stuck explaining to larry why you’re playing spider-man in a museum."
he grinned behind his mask, shaking his head. “you’re impossible, you know that?”
“yeah, well, you’re the one who drags me into these missions,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “besides, i saved your butt down there.”
peter held up the vase, the light glinting off it's surface. "i think we're even now. how about we call it a tie?"
you smirked. "tie? not a chance, parker. you owe me big time for this"
peter's eyes crinkled at the edges, the grin behind his mask unmistakable. “all right, all right. i’ll buy you dinner.”
“dinner?” you arched an eyebrow. “is that how you plan to repay me?”
he shrugged, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. “seems fair, right?”
before you could reply, vision's voice chimed in over your comm. "y/n, peter, congratulations on a successful retrieval. the quinjet is ready for extraction."
peter gave a mock salute. "see? mission accomplished. we’re golden."
you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. "fine, but next time, you get to deal with larry."
peter paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly. “you sure? i think larry kind of likes you. he was definitely staring a bit when you teleported in behind him.”
you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned to head for the extraction point. "do you ever stop staring at me?"
peter’s voice was soft but completely sincere as he jogged to catch up beside you. “no, not really.”
you shot him a sideways glance, trying not to let the warmth in his voice get to you. "smooth, parker."
he grinned again, slipping the vase into the protective case tony had provided. “hey, can’t help it. you’re kind of hard to ignore.”
"right," you muttered, suppressing a smile. "let’s just focus on not getting caught next time, yeah?”
“deal,” peter agreed, but his voice held that familiar teasing edge. "but maybe we should stick to flirting only after we’re out of danger.”
you rolled your eyes. “maybe you should stop flirting in near-death situations.”
peter shrugged, a playful glint still in his eye. “what can i say? it keeps things interesting.”
Happy Birthday to my boyfriend <3
I love Irondad and Spiderson but we don’t talk enough about Aunt Wasp and Spidernephew from What If…?
This whole """"MCU!Peter is whitewashed Miles Morales""" is very funny to me! Like...
Did you see Peter Parker doing graffiti in these new movies?
Because I didn't.
Did you see Peter Parker's daddy being a black man and a NYPD cop?
Because I didn't.
Did you see Peter Parker's uncle being a villain and trying to kill him?
Because I didn't.
Did you see Peter Parker being a multiracial background kid from Brooklyn?
Because I sure didn't.
Did you see Peter Parker turn invisible and eletrocuting people as his new spider powers?
Because I didn't.
Where did people get this bullshit from??
I have never read a single comics from Spider-man (or anyone else, really. I don't like reading comics). But I have watched the new movies like 5 times, Homecoming and FFH combined. And I have watched "Miles-Verse" like WAY too many times to count, really. It's one of my favorite movies ever, top 10. Masterpiece.
And I have NO IDEA what are these people on about!
These are two entirely different characters! I don't see a single trace of similarity between them. And if that's because they decided to change Miles from the comic for the movie - please keep him like that. He is golden, I love him.
