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A part 2 please 🥺🥺🥺 where the reader has moved on with someone else (maybe loki or Pietro) and Peter is full of regret and wants the reader back????

Me or Her?

summary: Peter has to choose between you, his girlfriend, and MJ, his best friend.

prompt: requested by: @gf4hjp - “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.”

warnings: angst. this was a lil sad to write

notes: angst (if I did a decent job)

word count: 1.5k

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There were only a handful of people that knew Peter Parker’s biggest secret, and after dating him for almost six months, he trusted you enough to know too. You, Ned and MJ were his inner circle.

You could honestly say being with Peter was incredible. He was so charming, he had the perfect mix of shyness and confidence and he made you laugh every single day, so much that your jaw hurt, and it felt like you had done seventy sit ups.

Of course, there were moments where it was hard. He was a super-hero trying to juggle his high-school life, family, friends and his girlfriend. That didn’t bother you though, you knew it was a huge responsibility and you respected that.

The hardest thing to deal with was probably feeling like a second choice at times.

You came around much later than Ned and MJ. You came into an inner circle that had already been through so much together, and it felt like you were always right behind MJ, when really, your relationship was serious enough that you should have at least been on the same level.

You never told Peter any of your concerns. He had too much going on already. The last thing you wanted him to think was that you were a jealous girlfriend.

But things were starting to get worse. He was starting to blow you off to hang out with MJ. He was sitting with her in classes and always making time for her, but hardly ever you.

And you had just about reached your boiling point.

“God, Peter. Pick up!” You spoke through the dial tone, pacing the front of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating at with Peter. For your six-month anniversary.

It was the third time he’d been late to a date this week, but this was the longest by far.

You were fuming. You could feel your heart contracting, your stomach turning, and your hands were starting to shake. But you wouldn’t blow up. He could’ve been stuck with super-hero things. You’d hear what he had to say first.

Almost forty minutes later, when you had given up on calling him and had instead sat on the shady looking curb, Peter landed in front of you, a trail of web following him.

“Hey, babe. I’m so sorry I’m late. MJ needed help with her chemistry paper, and I just lost track of t-“ Peter started his usual rambling of apologies, but you’d heard enough when he brought MJ up.

“That’s why you’re late?” You cut him off as you stood up from the curb, shuffling back and away from his embrace that always came after the apology. You could feel your eyes beginning to burn, but you weren’t going to cry. Not yet.

His face dropped, a quick look of shock flashing across his face before he stepped closer towards you. This was the first time you’d ever reacted like this. “Y/N, look, I know I’ve been late-“

“Yeah, and why is that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect yourself from not only the chill running up your arms, but from the impending heartache. You’d never fought before. Not like this.

He couldn’t hide the look of shock anymore. He opened his mouth, like he was searching for something to say but all that came out was a squeaky, “what?”

You felt the tears well up, and you did nothing to stop it. You wanted Peter to see how upset he made you. “On Monday, you were late to our breakfast date. You apologised and you hugged me, and I forgave you,” You gulped down the sob that was threatening to escape, and you knew Peter noticed because he looked away for a few seconds. He didn’t like seeing you like this. “On Thursday, you were late to our movie night. In your own house. May ended up watching half of the movie with me because she felt sorry for me. But you apologised and I forgave you again. And I forgave you the other twenty times before that too.”

You took a second to swat at the tears streaming down your cheeks and Peter lifted his hand towards your face, a look of confliction on his face as he wiped a tear away, but you pushed his hand away, letting out a painful sob.

“Tell me you weren’t with her!” You cried, watching as Peter flinched at the raise in your voice. The look on his face broke your heart even more, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You weren’t going to be second. “Tell me, Peter!”

He was silent for a long moment. Anxiety stricken and running a shaky hand through his messy curls. It made you want to stop. It made you want to apologise and tell him you loved him and didn’t care if he loved MJ more.

“MJ… Sh-she needed help with her paper-“

“God! It’s not that, Peter! I don’t care about you helping her. It’s the fact that you blow me off to spend time with another girl. I’ve always felt second to her and I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? She’s my best friend. She’s been my best friend for a long time. I can’t just forget about that because I have a girlfriend now!” His irritation was starting to grow as well. He didn’t like feeling like he was put on the spot. He wished he could just make everyone happy.

“I love you, Peter. I love you, so much.” Your voice broke into a whisper at your own confession. You and Peter had never exchanged the three words before, but there you were. A gush of wind blew just as the words left your mouth, making the goosebumps rise on your skin. You could feel how wet and stained your face was from the tears.

“I love you too, Y/N. God, I love you.” He stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, but you held your hand against his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. Any other time, those words falling from his lips would’ve meant the world but now all they did was suffocate you.

You took a deep breath in, skimming your eyes over him. From the corners of his lips turned down into a frown, to the cutest nose that was turning red from the cold, all the way to his brown eyes that had earned your forgiveness so many times. Now they were flooded with emotion.

“Then choose. Who is it, Peter? Me, or her?” You kept your eyes locked on your hand on his racing heart. You didn’t want to see the hesitation in his eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m not going to choo-“

“Peter, choose. Don’t lie to me, don’t try to protect my feelings. Just tell me, who is it?” You took in another gulp of air, trying to calm your trembling fingers and racing heart. You were so anxious you could feel the bile rising in your gut, and you took another gulp to try and ease the tightness in your throat.

The next words that left his mouth were the ones you’ll never forget. They completely destroyed the ‘I love you’s’ and replaced them with something bitter and hateful. They were the words you expected but never thought you would hear.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.” His voice broke off into a heart-breaking sob as he tried to reach for you, to grasp onto you, to drag you into his arms and tell you he loved you repeatedly until it was all he felt. Until he loved you more than he loved MJ. But you were already gone. Your hand that was once on his heart was tightening around your own throat, trying to hold back the sobs and cries and the incoming panic attack.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” The tears were rolling down his own cheeks too, but nothing hurt him more than seeing you like this. He wished he could change the way he felt, but he couldn’t, and he hated himself for it.

“Go, Peter. Just go. Please.”

“Y/N, please-“

“Go!” You screamed, finally locking eyes with his. Two broken people. That’s what anybody walking down the street would’ve seen. But no one was out. It was just you two.

He stumbled backwards, almost slipping down the curb, but he quickly caught his step. His vision was cloudy as he staggered away from you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wanted to remember that moment. The moment he broke your heart, so that if he ever wanted to crawl back to you, he’d remember just how badly he fucked you up and he’d think twice.

He watched from a distance as you dropped to the curb, sobbing into your hands.

That was how Peter lost one of the only real things he had ever known.

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A/N:

this was my first time writing angst and I hope you guys enjoyed it. if you have any constructive feedback, please don't hesitate to contact me, I'd really appreciate it. also, any recommendations and prompts are welcome too.

YAAAAASSSSSSSS 💖💖💖💖

anyway, reblog if…

a) you’re in the mcu spiderman fandom

b) you ship spideychelle

c) you’re an irondad fan

i really need more mutuals. and, as usual, stark*r shippers DO NOT INTERACT. I’ll block you if you do

LOVELY FIC!!! 💖💖💖🥰🥰😍😍😍

Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include...

Requested by anon: hey grly! do u think you could do ‘being the youngest avenger would include??’ thanks so much <3

Everyone is so overprotective of you it’s borderline ridiculous

Even though Natasha and Wanda both know you’re ore than capable of taking care of yourself, they will protect you on the field

Thor treats you like a little sister and always offering you his hammer (which you can lift without an issue)

Tony will constantly shower you with tech presents

T’challa always asks you to help him find Shuri (who likes to hide behind you before pranking her brother)

Steve asks if you want to be roommates with him and Bucky

Both Tony and Bruce argue over who needs you more in their lab

Peter loves the fact that you often wait for him on a rooftop with snacks

Training with 2-3 of the Avengers at any one time

All of the Avengers take care of you in their own way even though they all love teasing you

Awww this was too cute!!!!

scripts thrown into the fire

peter parker x reader

summary: you and peter make a bet before spending seven minutes in a closet before new year hits, and he ends up telling you what he feels

word count: 3,117

warnings: another enemies to lovers, peter being a huge dick, mentions of gross alcohol, fluff and slight angst

a/n: nothing. i just really really liked this :)

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“Fuck Peter Parker.”

MJ looked at you, eyes widening at your vulgarity. “Fuck him? Or… fuck him?”

You glared at her. “You know what I mean.”

She scoffed, lips turning into a frivolous smile. “Trust me, I don’t. You could mean – fuck Peter Parker, he’s a douchebag – or – I would like to fuck Peter Parker.”

You rubbed your temples, closing your eyes. You were already having a headache from the absolutely blinding lights, and MJ’s question made your head hurt even more. “Michelle, I hate him. I despise him.”

“Do you really hate him? Or do you just hate him because you’re afraid of how much you love him?”

With your jaw slacking the slightest, you scoffed in offense. “I don’t love him! And if I did, it wouldn’t be love, it would probably be infatuation.”

“So you admit it! You like him!”

“I said ‘if I did’,”

“Same thing.”

“No- no it isn’t!”

She’d caught you off guard. MJ smirked, placing the cup back between her lips.

You never liked Peter Parker. You didn’t know what it was that just ticked you off – that struck your nerves. Maybe it was because he did nothing but strut down the hallways with that smug look on his face knowing he was the smartest, or that he dated the hottest girls or that everyone appreciated who he was.

You didn’t know when you started hating him because you felt that way for years. But you knew why you hated him.

You hated him and that was it. Your new normal.

MJ disappeared, excused herself and got inside the bathroom beside her. You didn’t know what to do next, so your legs mindlessly brought you to the crowded kitchen, grabbing another slice of pizza.

“Is it just me or something smells rotten?”

His voice, like a deceitful man, rang around your ears. You felt like you were about to explode, the blood inside you boiling as he appeared beside you like a Devil in disguise. Rolling your eyes, you sucked your cheeks in before giving him a forced smile.

“Ah, so you are a dog. Smelling things from afar and whatnot.”

“Do you ever shower? Or is that just the grease from the kitchen I smell?”

“Did it ever occur to you that the grease you’re smelling is from your shirt?”

“What grease?”

Your fingers, previously holding your pizza, dragged itself on the side of his shirt. Peter yelped, eyes widening when you touched him. You smiled when you spotted the imprint of your fingers that he was now wiping with a towel. “Thanks for the tissue.”

Still rubbing the spot, he sneered at you. “You’re disgusting.”

“Learned from the best.”

“Who? The blonde senior you slept with? Or the guy with the mullet who sells beer at the store near campus?”

Your eyes widened, but not in offense (if you were being honest, you would be offended if it were MJ or any other friend, but it was kind of shocking when Peter said it). “How’d you know about that mullet guy?”

“I have my ways,” he shrugged, taking a sip from the cup in his hand. “Honestly, don’t you have to look for something interesting to do?”

“Oh, like being Spider-Man is interesting?” You raised a brow, taking a bite from your pizza despite losing your appetite the second he came. “You’re a new type of stupid.”

His head tilted sideways, placing his elbow on the kitchen counter to look at you. Peter smiled, with a hint of nervosity, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He contemplated on saying that no, being Spider-Man is fun. But he remembered that he was still denying the truth to you, and he wasn’t about to prove you right. “For the last time, sweetheart, I’m not Spider-Man.”

You chewed on your pizza, looking at him. “You wanna bet?”

Peter continued to stare into your eyes, like it didn’t spend half of his life burning him alive. But he didn’t care – he liked the burn. He liked anything your eyes gave him, threw at him, said to him. If it meant getting your attention, he’d endure that imaginative fire scalding his skin.

“Sure,” he whispered, finger dragging along the skin of your neck, pushing the hair away. “If you have me saying a secret of mine by midnight, I’ll tell you the truth and everything that comes with it.”

You raised your eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

He smiled. “I get to kiss you.”

Your mouth parted.

You wondered if the iceberg you created between the two of you had melted from the heat of the fire your eyes lit on his body; if it melted and created a puddle beneath you so you’d blunder in your thoughts.

Peter Parker wanted to kiss you.

No, he doesn’t. He’s a cocky bitch with an ego as big as his ears.

Peter Parker created a game in his masquerade; He was so foolishly cynical in himself that he’d end up unmasking in his own play. He knew that, and you might have known that too but at that moment you didn’t, because all you could think about was the brevity of your breath the second you imagined his lips on yours during your demise.

You wanted to back down, maybe even tell him he can go fuck himself. But you weren’t like that – you wanted to fight a war he’d most definitely lose in. So that he’d be the one looking up at you, calling you his queen, and you'd be lost in your own pious ataraxis.

It was a quintessentially monarchical thought, but why not.

“Deal.”

Literally just made a deal with the devil. Kind of fucking nervous.

You offered your hand for him to shake, but instead he placed his soft lips on the skin of your knuckles, remaining eye-contact. “Can’t wait to kiss you, pretty girl.”

Peter smirked when your small smile disappeared. You fought the urge to place both your hands on his face and slam his head on the counter, breaking his nose. Instead, you gathered up the courage to smile again, tilting your head.

“And I can’t wait to tell everyone that you’re Spider-Man,” maybe you were drunk, maybe you weren’t, but you didn’t mean that. You knew that if he were ever to tell you that he was Spider-Man, you wouldn’t tell anyone. But you enjoyed seeing him get anxious and feel the sweat in his hands knowing you caught him off guard.

You pat his cheek before walking away.

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“Flash, I’m not your mom. Stop begging me for attention.”

Peter almost laughed when he heard you say that, but his eyes narrowed at your failed attempt to shove Flash’s arm off your shoulders. “That was mean,” Flash said, pouting. “Just join us, (y/n)!”

The drink in his hand was stagnant now. Peter grimaced at the bland taste, throwing the substance into the sink. But he didn’t know which grossed him more: his drink that he was sure had a hotdog thrown into before he took it, or that Flash was weirdly holding you in his arms, pulling you into the living room, and that you were letting him touch you like that.

“Dude,” Ned hissed in his ear for the third time, narrowing his eyes. “The longer you stare at them, the more you’re being obvious.”

Peter frowned, standing straighter. He wanted to be oblivious (“what do you mean obvious ?”) but he figured Ned would have just told him what he didn’t want to hear at the moment. “S-sorry.”

“C’mon man, just talk to her.” Ned pushed his shoulder. “There’s no harm in telling her the truth. Well, the Spider-Man one, maybe. But that you like her? What’s the worst that could come?”

“Rejection?”

“…right…”

He shook his head. He didn’t know why he made that bet in the first place. Peter was in the spur of the moment; he wasn’t thinking straight, and he blamed it on the alcohol. But who was he kidding? He wasn’t even at least half dunk.

He blamed it on you. Not because you probably knew that he was Spider-Man, but because you had the most exquisite and alluring eyes he’s ever seen that he felt like he had just gotten hypnotized into making the bet – a bet he knew he’d renounce his heart in.

Peter sometimes didn’t enjoy what your eyes did to him. Whether it was roasting him alive, or making him helpless in the knees; your eyes always made him anxious, and quite often, had him making stupid decisions. But he liked it when you looked at him, regardless of what your eyes currently signified.

He liked it so much that he couldn’t help but stare directly into your eyes that were glaring at him from across the room drunkenly. It tore his concentration away from Flash, who still stood beside you.

“Hey,” Ned nudged him. “They’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in the living room. Come on.”

He dragged his arm before Peter could protest. He sat opposite from you, cautiously eyeing the bottle in the middle of the carpet as people gathered around him.

11:52

Peter could feel his skin sweat from the watch wrapped around his wrist. Flash sat beside you, hand on the bottle.

“This game is for middle schoolers,” he heard you mutter underneath your breath. Flash frowned, fingers playing with the glass.

“Didn’t you suggest this?” he said softly, looking at you.

“What? No, Cindy suggested it.”

“Then why’d you agree with her?”

“Because – just spin the fucking bottle and let’s get this over with.”

He shrugged, followed by a wry chuckle as his wrist twisted and the bottle spun. Peter didn’t know why, but his senses heightened in anticipation, watching as the glass spun unevenly against the carpet.

When it slowed and landed on him, his eyes immediately darted to yours.

You weren’t looking at him.

“Parker!” Flash bellowed. “Get in the fucking closet!”

Peter’s eyes widened, moving backwards. “What? Why? I don’t want to go in there.”

He stood up nonetheless. Peter didn't know why, but he felt himself blush when Flash had grabbed your arm and hauled you up for you to stand, pushing you towards the closet.

“Hey, what the fuck?” you hissed, rubbing your shoulder as you glared at Flash. “I do not consent-”

“Blah blah,” he cut you off. “You suggested the game, you go in first.”

“But- Cindy suggested it!”

Cindy looked at Flash in faux-innocence, shrugging. “No, I didn’t. You did. Right, Flash?”

You gasped, tugging on your arm but no matter how much you tugged, Flash kept his grip on you. “Stop gaslighting me!”

Peter was roughly forced into the closet. He didn’t know why he let himself be pushed like that. He could have effortlessly opposed back, but maybe the idea of you being stuck with him in a small expanse made his body unexpectedly go limp and he decided not to fight back.

You fought back, however. Something about being stuck in a room with the person you loathed the most made you want to hurl, albeit it was a way for you to have an opportunity to win the bet. You knew you had him encased around your finger; you’ve seen the way he looks at you and you knew what your stare does to him. It made you feel emphatic, no doubt, and you knew you could easily make him fold but you just couldn’t stand being in a small room with him.

It had gotten to a point where Flash had to wrap his arms around you and carry you inside while Peter stood watching like a fucking idiot.

Flash closed the door, and neither of you heard the sound of the lock snapping.

You glared at Peter. It became a habit - glaring at him. And even though he enjoyed your murderous gaze, it almost always caught him off-guard. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m honored,” he leaned closer, bending slightly so his eyes met yours directly, “to be fucking hated by you.”

11:53 was on Peter’s watch, signifying that you’ve only been with him for a minute. It felt ironic, really, that he was with you six minutes before New Year inside a closet - it felt ironic because you’re supposed to spend it with your family but instead here he was, in a closet with you.

He felt his chest compress when he recognised how tight both of you were. The tips of your shoes abutted, and he could feel the faint touch of your chest against his. You were both so close but Peter felt as if you were far away from him - incapable for him to touch; to sense.

Peter frowned when you shifted uncomfortably and pushed yourself off the wall, not even caring that your forehead now touched the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes warily darted on each corner of the room, and he could sense how your heart beat rose each look you took.

“Are you alright?” he asked genuinely. “Are you claustrophobic?”

You looked at him, the glare in your eyes softened the slightest as you leaned backward. “No. I’m Peter phobic.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s a made up word, dumbass.”

“All words are made up, dumbass ,” you mocked. “God, you’re such a fucking know-it-all.”

“And you’re so fucking infuriating!” he hissed, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Why can’t you just be fucking nice even for seven-fucking-minutes?! Being mean to me the entire fucking time isn’t going to make time faster.”

Your eyes narrowed, jutting your chin upwards. “How can I not be mean if you’re being pretentious?”

Peter scoffed, arms flinging. “What do you mean pretentious ?!”

Despite the thickness of his shirt, it pricked his skin when your nail dug on his chest. “You act like you’re such an angel when in reality you’re a pretentious, purposely self-effacing person. Not to mention the fact that you’re annoyingly meretricious and I can’t see why people praise you for being a smartass without even them knowing who you really are,” you took a step closer. “I may sound like I’m jealous, or I’m a bitch, but I don’t care. You’re a liar, Peter Parker.”

Your remarks didn’t hurt, but the look on your face did - you looked like you were on the cusp of crying, seeming like you genuinely hated him for being himself. It appeared as if you hated him because he was selfless and he didn’t know why. “Why do you hate me for it, then?”

“Because I envy how you can be so selfless and I can’t,” you whispered. “We’ve gone through the same shit and somehow people praise you for being a better person than I am.”

11:55

He took a deep breath for your pause. “(y/n), did it ever occur to you that you don’t actually know me?”

“And did it ever occur to you that I know you’re an asshole?” you snapped. “I hate you because you were mean to me and I was the only person to actually see you for who you were. And yet I was still seen as the bad guy-”

“Just,” he put a hand over your mouth to shut you up, and you let him, your arms going up to tightly grasp his forearm. “Let me explain, please?”

He didn’t wait for you to nod your head nor shake it to respond to him. Peter slowly removed his hand over your mouth, settling them faintly against your waist. “I-I wasn’t nice to you because I was afraid.”

If it was possible, Peter could feel you relax but tense at the same time. “Afraid of what?” you whispered, your eyes darting from his right eye to his left. “Afraid of me?”

“What- no! I- I was afraid of how much I’d be attached to you.” he replied. “I was afraid because everyone that was important to me died and I didn’t want you to be one of them.”

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re an angel,” he whispered, the sides of his fingers lightly brushing the hair out of your face, lingering there for a bit. “You’re an angel and it’s hard not to fall for you. And I know that if I let you too much into my life, you’d end up hurt and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”

11:57

Somehow, you ended up with your hands on his chest, blinking rapidly. “Half of my life, I spent it hating you.”

“Then hate me,” he grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. “Hate me for the rest of your life, and I’ll love you for the rest of mine.”

You looked up. A moratorium on your heart, you repeated his words in your head like a mantra-like a poetry you ought to remember. You were an indecisive person, stuck between hating and loving Peter Parker.

But hating him was easier - it was your own special way of loving him.

11:59

It was now 30 seconds before the new year and you spent the past minute staring into his deceitful eyes that scanned your lips repeatedly.

You could feel his heart beating against the palm of your hand. Something about it felt calming, feeling it beat simultaneously as yours. The benign rhythm proposed at the exceptional moment. They relied on each other to create the most exquisitely dynamic scenery one ought to bestow upon; the sound was inevitably pleasant to the ears that it felt like a composition of operatic music.

His heart beat relied on yours, so he could keep loving you for as long as he lived.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, leaning closer. Nose bumping yours and lips touching at the faintest.

“But I won,” you said with a small smile. Peter’s hand gripped the one on top of his heart, his other cupping your soft cheek. “You told me a secret.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Peter replied, tracing your jawline. “I want to kiss you for the rest of my life, and I want you to hate me for it.”

You nodded. “Oh, I’ll totally hate you for it.”

When Peter heard the clamorous sound of the fireworks demolishing outside, he felt the fireworks inside him ignite too as he placed his lips against yours in a swift motion, lips moving at each explosion. He told himself that it didn’t matter how much you hated him, or how much you wanted to physically hurt him. He’d keep loving you despite what you do to him.

You broke his heart a million times.

And still, he kissed you while the world fell.

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I thought about that too!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Just a thought but Peter Parker dating Kingpin's daughter

AMAZING!!!! 💖💖

peter overhearing his crush fangirling over spiderman saving her and decides to go visit her with the suit on often just so see her happy the next day

"y/n, are you crushing on spider-man?"

"what?" you laugh.

peter's ears perk up at the sound of his hero name. you briefly make eye contact with peter at the next lunch table as if your bodies are synced, and for some reason, his big brown eyes give you butterflies. you’ve never looked at peter parker this way, at least not since the fifth grade, so you quickly flutter your lids back towards your best friend.

“i saw spider-man fanfiction on one of your open tabs!”

“i wasn’t reading that for real, mj and i were reciting it to each other last night!” you blush.

“yeah, okay,” your friend teases, nudging you on the side as the bell rings. you flash peter a quick smile on your way out and peter’s heart skips a beat.

“dude, did you hear that? y/n has a crush on spider-man,” peter nudges ned.

“probably every teenage girl does, peter,” ned replies, giving him a lopsided grin. 

“should- should i make a move?”

“how are you gonna do that?”

“you’ll see.”

later the next day, peter sees you alone at one of the vendors near central park, a local florist. you have some tulips in hand with the other petting a stray cat nuzzling your feet. peter feels like an absolute creep watching you from the building across the street, but he’s trying to plan his movements right so he “coincidentally” bumps into you. any reason to talk to you as spider-man. the more he psychs himself up for the interaction, the more nervous he gets. he didn’t really flesh out a plan at all.

“hey! spidey! do a flip!” peter’s eyes dilate when he realizes that people down on the street have sought him out. the yells from teenage boys on the sidewalk catch your attention until you’re looking up to the building as well. 

“uh--” peter backflips off the building, bracing his landing by attaching a web to a nearby street lamp but missing slightly, shooting his webs farther than intended. he’s able to gain his footing back on the pavement even though the cars rushing by at the green light honk at him. nearly stumbling into an oncoming taxi, he ends up by the florist rather quickly while a dog that gets off its leash jumps up to greet him.

“oh, jesus-- hi, buddy! OOF--” he gets a hold of the dog’s leash but doesn’t anticipate the furry friend to take off at the speed of light, leaving peter to trip and fall flat on his face.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you wince in concern, crouching down to give spider-man a hand.

“yeah, yep. that was actually... my, um, grand entrance. i’ll be here all week, new york!” peter replies in a chipper tone. he’s grateful you can’t see the roseate blush on his cheeks right now.

“yeah, you sure stuck that landing. ever thought of being a stunt actor?” you joke, heat rising to your cheeks just like his when his hand is in yours.

“ha ha, very funny. um, i’m usually much more graceful than that, by the way.”

“we all have off days,” you smile, shrugging. 

“pretty flowers for a pretty girl,” peter compliments. “um, i mean, like they kind of match your outfit which is also really pretty. not that it wouldn’t be if you got different flowers--”

“thanks,” you beam. “they’re for my mom, it’s her birthday today.”

“wow. that’s super nice. i’m sure she’ll love it.”

“hey, spider-man, what else do you think is a good gift for a fifty-two year-old woman?”

“well, my aunt m-- mallory, she’s into, um,” peter swallows what feels like an entire rock in his throat. “art... and books...?”

“yeah, i think i’ll stop at one of those kitschy gift shops on the way home. she actually, um, really likes spider-man. would you mind recording a little video for me? you don’t have to, of course--”

“yes! i mean, yeah, it’s no trouble!” peter is trying very hard to not seem eager, but he knows he’s failing. his embarrassment dissipates when he sees the smile on your face, however. “what’s her name?”

“sarah!” you take your phone out and quickly tap on the camera app to record.

“happy fifty-second sarah! i hope it’s a great one. i’m sure it will be thanks to your lovely daughter. you’re very lucky to have her! best wishes to you!” peter rambles confidently. god, he really didn’t have to do the bit about you. you must think he’s hitting on you.

“thanks so much,” you say, a coy smile shyly tugging up the corners of your mouth. “well, i guess i better get going.”

“wait, y/n! c-can i walk you to wherever you’re going?”

“how’d you know my name?”

“uhhhhh...” your name suddenly stands out to him in cursive on the tag attached to the tulips. he points.

“oh, right,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i’d love if you walked me.”

you can’t see peter behind his mask, but his face is lit up like the fourth of july. he could probably explode from happiness when he sees that your face is lit up just the same.

How to shift realities from someone who regularly does

Hii! I am pretty new to the Tumblr shifting community and I didn’t really plan on posting anything but after browsing around a bit, I kind of wanted to give my two cents on shifting. I used to be active in the Amino community back then but then I took a break to focus on myself. Some time passed since then and I have been shifting pretty regularly now. And after looking through some posts, I wanted to share some things to maybe help others.

Disclaimer: I fully believe shifting is personal and should be tailored to you. What works for me might not work for you and that’s okay! However, I would be very glad if this helped someone. Also excuse how I explain some things. Since I just got back, I’m not very caught up with new shifting terminology so I’m just going to explain how I understand it instead.

You are only consciousness. That is what you are and what you will always be. There will never be any reality, circumstances, doubts, fears, or anything tied to you unless you allow it to. You as consciousness, your only role is to experience and be conscious of things. So as you become conscious of new things, you shift.

As consciousness, your natural state is the void state. You only experience reality when you take on a vessel, which is your body. So through these vessels, you experience reality. And as you live in these vessels, you will encounter its emotions, doubts, and thoughts. This is why people say you are not your doubts or fears, because truly you are not. You are only experiencing it through the vessel. They are not your own, but the vessel’s.

So to shift realities, you simply decide a reality then become conscious of it. Literally just that, you decide and then become. There’s nothing more or less to it I swear.

I think the reason why many people fail to comprehend this is because they had been putting in so much effort that they couldn’t believe how actually effortless it really is. I think it’s because they try to force it without understanding how it just comes naturally. Shifting shouldn’t be about taking control but rather just be. I see people asking how this and how that and am I doing it right, and I just want to say forget all about that and focus on just being.

You had always just been consciousness experiencing reality through a vessel your whole life. You had always made a choice on a reality then proceeded to become aware of it. So now decide on that reality that you want and just be conscious of it. That’s all it is. If it helps, help yourself understand that you are only consciousness. Remind yourself throughout the day, when you experience this vessel’s doubts, or before you sleep. Truly understand that you are not tied down by anything because you are literally just consciousness.

If you question why you should listen to me, it is because I was in your shoes before. For a really long time, I really thought that shifting is just not something I could do and that it was all just an inside joke. I was at my all time low and I just didn’t know what to think or believe anymore. Yet, here I am, shifting as regularly as I sleep. That being said though, I don’t want you to idolize me or envy me. Don’t idolize a consciousness when you are literally one as well and can do anything I can.

I hope this post was understandable. I’m not much of an explainer but I tried my best.

😂😂😂😂💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧; 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Since yall liked the last one so much, here's more of these!

Peter: So I was just wondering if maybe you would go out with me?

y/n: Yes.

Peter: You'll come aro- WAIT DID YOU SAY YES?!

y/n: Um, yes.

Peter: OMG, HOLD ON, BRB!

Peter: *dashing off*

y/n:

y/n: ...so should I leave or?

y/n:

Peter: *comes back dragging Sam to prove y/n said yes*

Peter: Say it again.

Peter: I can't find my phone.

Tony: Okey, I can call you, kid.

Peter: No- wait!

Phone ringing: You are my dad (You are my dad!) BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

Tony:

Peter:

Peter: I can explain

*Bonus*

y/n: *eating popcorn, watching Peter trying to explain for Tony*

y/n: He's just fatherless, and now has a father figure. *blinks* that's all.

Therapist: Would you say you're independent?

y/n: *looks at Steve*

Steve: *Nods*

y/n: I'd say so, yes.

Therapist: *faceplants*

Steve: *proud Cap moment*

Natasha: *sneezes*

Peter: Bless you, miss Romanoff.

y/n: *sneezes*

Peter: y/n are you sick?!?! Let me wrap you in a warm blanket and feed you som soup!! YoU pOOR tHING!? *insert teenage boy voice crack*

Loki: *sneezes*

Peter: Oh my fucking God, shut the fuck up!

y/n: Mr white wolf sir?

Peter: We're back from our shopping trip, we got you another magnet.

Bucky: Cool, stick it on

--

Bruce: Is that- Peter's shopping list on your arm?

Bucky: *sipping some coffee* Yup.

Tony: What the-

--

Tony: Peter, y/n, you both need to stop using Buckys arm as an fridge. Okey?

Peter: But Mr white wolf said it helps him associate it with something else but muder,

y/n: *proudly nodding along*

Tony: *crying*

y/n: Did you know, sir, that atoms never touch each other? So, since we're all made out of atoms, we've never touched anything our entire lives. So to answer your question Wanda, no l did not punch Clint.

Clint: *holding his bloody nose*

Clint: Bitch I-

Kate: You were so drunk last night.

y/n: No I wasn't. Right Peter?

Peter: You started cutting pineapples at 3am while yelling "Stop hiding SpongeBob! I know you're in there!"

y/n: *glancing between Kate and Peter*

Peter:

Kate:

y/n: But did I find him tho?

y/n, angirly: ARE YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: —KIDDING ME! YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: IDIOT—

Peter: ...what was that?

MJ: The teacher banned y/n from swearing, so I volunteered to help her out—

Peter: I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like y/n a little bit.

Nick Fury: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Peter: That's our joint tombstone.

Nick Fury: Ah, my bad.

*Avengers game night*

Steve: I will put down 'Bi' to spell 'Bi'

Bruce: I add 'o' to create 'bio'

Tony: I will add your 'bio' to make 'biostratigraphic'

Bucky: *snaps pencil*

Stephen: I add your 'biostratigraphic' to create 'biostratigraphic correlation'

Natasha: *stabs table with knife*

Tony: *grinning* I'll add your 'biostratigraphic correlation' to create 'quantitative biostratigraphic correlation entropy'

Steve: *flips table*

Peter: *Whispering* Okey let's leave before they start making out.

y/n: *Grabbing his hand* Yeahhh...

SOOOOOOOO FUCKING CUTEEEEEEE (sorry for the language lol) 💖🥰🥰💖 this fic deserves all the love!!!!!!!

How about "come here.", "don't touch me!" and "stop, it tickles" with Natasha, Wanda and best friend!reader?

A/N: eek sorry it’s taken me a week! i promise requests will be much faster now!! thank you for this request

Friday nights are the best. Movie night with the girls, your all time favourite girls; Nat and Wanda. Every Friday night that they aren’t on a mission, you all settle down in a room and watch a heap ton of movies and eat lots of junk food. No boys allowed, except maybe Clint. He just has a way of getting in. 

Tonight you’ve decided to watch a couple of your all time favourite disney movies. You’re in the kitchen with Nat, waiting for the popcorn to cook, while Wanda is grabbing all of the junk food you bought earlier. Once you’re ready to rock and roll, all three of you snuggle up and start the movies. 

Halfway through the movie Nat moves slightly closer but somehow manages to leave her hand on your ticklish stomach. She keeps moving her hand and eventually you try to squirm away from her. “Don’t touch me!” Both Wanda and Nat turn to look at you, only to see you struggling to move away from Nat. It isn’t long until they connect the dots, only to come up with a plan.

After you settle, they put their plan to go. Wanda uses her powers to use soft things to tickle your feet. You flinch away almost immediately and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two women. Smiles start to form on their faces. As the movie goes on, you notice that every now and then something tickles you, and it’s always in different spots. You finally figure out what’s happening and jump off the lounge. 

You turn the face them, “Stop, it tickles! You don’t think I noticed what was happening? Well, I did!” they both laugh at how cute you reacted. You pout, “you guys are mean! I’ll call Clint into here.”

“Alright, alright. We will stop.” you don’t budge from your position. “Come here.” you sigh trusting them and go back to your place. 

Just as you start the next movie, Clint’s head pokes through the door, he immediately lays his eyes on the junk food before looking at you. He gives you a pleading look. You sigh, you could never say no to him. 

THIS WAS THE BEST PETER PARKER FIC!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I NEED MORE LIKE THIS!!!!!!

Can you please write a Peter Parker secretly dating reader with water/ice powers. I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

My Mini Elsa

A/N: Thank you for the request love! This is my first time writing a secret relationship, so I apologize if this is horrible- I have to admit, I love making up random icy nicknames- I feel like that's just something Peter would always do.

PARING: Peter Parker x Ice Powered Reader

SUMMARY: You and Peter are in a classical secret relationship. Only difference is he’s Spider-Man and you can control Ice.

WARNINGS: Not really any, just fluff

Peter had a longing look in his eyes as he watched you walk toward him with your friends, laughing at a joke they made. He wanted nothing more than to run up to you and shower your soft face with kisses, but he knew he couldn’t. Besides, it was his idea to keep your relationship a secret, he was Spider-Man, and being such he had acquired quite a few enemies, if they found out Spider-Man had a girlfriend, one who held the ability to control ice no less, you would be in constant danger. And Peter couldn’t live with himself knowing it was because of him. Instead he had to wait until you were alone to be able to hold you, touch you, tell you how much he absolutely adores you. Which was basically torturer for him.

As you walked past you caught Peters eye, sending him a sly wink before you walked off. His face turned a dusted pink and he immediately looked at his shoes, smiling to himself. The last thing you heard was Ned asking Peter what he was smiling at, turning him into a stuttering mess.

You were headed to your favorite class of the day, science, where Peter’s your lab partner, of course you could still talk to him any other time, you were friends, but you still loved having an excuse to be with him. Sitting down at your chair you smiled to Peter as he walked in, waving at you.

“How’s My Mini Elsa doing?” He asked you before he put his books down. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he knew you hated but he loved for some reason.

Peter was just about to lean in and press a kiss to your cheek out of habit but he stopped his reflex in time, sighing sadly.

“I’m better now you’re here Spidie” You said sweetly, Peters eyes widened slightly.

“Keep your voice down!” He whisper shouted, looking around the room which just drew attention to him. Honestly you wondered how the whole school hadn’t found out yet with how terrible he is at keeping secrets.

“Says the one who just called me ‘Mini Elsa.’ He pretended to contemplate it for a moment.

“Fair point, sorry Ice-cube.” You just hit him playfully in response.

“Why do you always have to use those nicknames?” You wined but deep down you loved it.

“Because your powers are super cool,” He slipped his arm around your waist and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“You think there cool?” You asked innocently and he nodded in return. You hummed as you subtly lifted your hand and froze the liquid in one of the beakers. Peters head shot to you in surprise.

“Y/N!” He scolded.

“What? No one will miss it” You shrugged, giving him your doe eyes that you knew he fell for every time. He let out an exaggerated breath, giving in as he glanced back to the now frozen glass making you giggle.

“Woah, getting a little handsy there aren’t we Penis Parker?” Yelled a voice that always made your stomach drop. Peter glared at Flash before reluctantly letting go of your waist, not wanting to blow your cover. You wined at the lack of touch and he sent you a sympathetic glance before gesturing for you to continue with your project.

Four horrible hours later and school was finally over, meaning that you could at last be with Peter freely. A smile graced your lips as you thought about it. The elevator doors dinged open before you skipped to his door knocking on it. Not even three knocks in, and it swung open surprising you, what surprised you more was the pair of arms that instantly wrapped around you. You barely even got to look at Peters face before he gently tugged you inside and embraced you with a warm hug.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” You brushed your hands through his soft hair as you felt his breath tickle your collar bone.

“I missed you Y/N,” He nuzzled closer into your neck like a child, savoring your warm touch that he’d been deprived of all day.

“I missed you too,” You laughed. That’s when Peter suddenly picked you up- effortlessly thanks to his super strength, earning a shocked squeal from you. He started walking you towards his bedroom while looking up at you.

“You’re cute,” He smiled, making you look away shyly. After a bit of struggling Peter managed to swing his door open, almost dropping you in the process.

“Graceful.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes and throw you on the bed.

“Peter!” You squealed, glaring at him as you sat back up,

“What?” He jumped on the bed next to you, making you bounce slightly,

“I could have died!” You said, steadying yourself and slapping his hand away.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” He laughed, reaching for you again. But before he could you waved your hands together, a devilish look painted on your face. Peter glanced from you, to the snowball forming in your palms and back with panicked eyes as he comprehended what you were doing.

“Y/N wait, I- I didn’t mea-” Before he could finish, you threw the snowball at his face causing him to fall back dramatically. He hit the mattress with a huff, you to let out a fit of giggles as you looked at his snow-covered face.

“Y/NNN” He whined, dragging out the syllables,

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” You said mimicking him playfully. Peter groaned as he got back up.

“Very funny, point taken,” He rubbed at his cheek,

“Aww Pete, I’m sorry, do you want some help?” You asked sweetly, with a head tilt.

“Yes please,” He gave you sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll put some ice on it,” You weren’t able to hold back your laugh as you fell back on the bed, rolling around at your own joke that wasn’t even that funny. Peter looked at you, unamused.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned,

“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t, but who knew the great Spider-Man can’t handle a bit of snow?” You teased.

"Hey you don't see me shooting webs at you," he countered,

You were about to go on with your one-sided jokes when Peters lips suddenly crashed onto yours. You were shocked at first but soon melted into the kiss. He pecked your lips before he pulled away, picking up a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“That wasn’t exactly the response I was expecting for making fun of you, but ill take it” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I missed you so much.” He lent his forehead on yours and let out a contempt sigh.

“I missed you too, I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to be together,” You frowned.

“I know Snow-Pea, but its for your own safety, because I love you. One day we’ll be able to spend as much time as we want together, but for now, I’m just so grateful that I can be with you. If anything, it makes time spent together more precious. I’ve never met anyone like you Y/N, and that’s not just because of the Ice-powers, I don’t want to put what we have at risk.” Your heart swelled at his kind words, deciding to ignore his cheesy ice nickname.

“I look forward to that time Pete”

“So do I, you have no idea how much time I spend thinking of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow – signaling for him to elaborate.

“What do you think about?” Peter looked deep into your curious eyes and smiled to himself.

“Well,” He started as he lay down, propping his head up on the pillows. You settled yourself next to him, resting your head on his chest and winding your legs around his.

“I imagine the time when I can walk through the school holding onto your hand proudly, showing off the fact that you’re my girl.” Something about the way Peter said my girl made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I dream of the times where, one day, I can hold you, and kiss you when ever we want to, instead of having to wait for days in a row. Where whenever I feel like it, I can yell ‘I love you Y/N L/N’ from the top of my lungs, and trust me, I want to do that a lot.” You laugh at that, tightening your grip around his torso.

“And I think of our future together… having kids?” He said hesitantly, studying your face to gauge your reaction. His heart leaped when he saw you smile hopefully, so he went on.

“I wonder what they would be like, I mean, would they have ice powers like their mum? I can just picture a mini you running around, freezing everything in sight and making snow angels every chance they get.” You laughed together in pure bliss, starting to tear up a bit at the fact that Peter thought about this, a lot.

He saw your glossy eyes and started to pepper your face in loving kisses. Times like this made him wish he could spend every minute of everyday with you like this; The only time he was truly happy, no homework, no Spider-Man duties, no stress, just you and him.

“I love you Peter, you have no idea,”

“Mmm, I think I might have a bit of an idea Snowflake,” He said fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing in your apple and cinnamon shampoo.

“I love you too,”

BONUS PART:

“Pete?” May yelled from Peters bedroom.

“Yeah May?” he asked, taking out his earbuds and opening his door to see May changing his sheets.

“Why is there Ice all over your bed?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice. The boy’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning slightly pale.

“I uhmm, well… S-simple explanation really-”