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TASM Peter Parker x reader

“Well, if that’s what you want to call it…”

Summary: The quiet nerdy kid at school is showing a little too much… "interest" in you.

"Ah ah ah, no naughtiness."

Summary: You wake up in a dark place, completely unknown to you.

“I hate you…”

Summary: Your boyfriend has been acting strange lately.

Chains and Shadows

Summary: You wake up tied to a chair in a creepy basement. (req)

Dating TASM Peter Parker Headcanons

Summary: You're dating him.

Across the Hall

Summary: Moving into a new apartment brings unexpected encounters that change everything.

By Your Side

Summary: Just when you think everything is over, maybe everything has only just begun.

Valentine’s Day with TASM Peter Parker Headcanons

Summary: Valentine's day with him.

Photographer

Summary: Peter Parker has always been your best friend, the one you trust the most. So when a stranger starts sending you secret photographs and anonymous messages, Peter is the last person you’d ever suspect. After all… who would?

Kitchen Chaos

Summary: Baking cookies with Peter Parker turns into playful chaos and unexpected moments.

Happier

Summary: Six months after a painful breakup, Peter is still trying to move on. Some choices are meant to protect the ones we love, but they don’t always feel right.

TASM Peter Parker as a Dad Headcanons

Summary: What sort of father would he be?

Parker Problems

Summary: Peter Parker once again drags you into one of his problems.

MCU Peter Parker x reader

Dating MCU Peter Parker Headcanons

Summary: You're dating him.

Five More Minutes

Summary: A sleepy morning with Peter Parker.

MCU Peter Parker as a Dad Headcanons

Summary: What sort of father would he be?

Role Reversal

Summary: For once, Peter isn't the one getting patched up.

Tobey's Peter Parker x reader

Dating Tobey's Peter Parker Headcanons

Peter Parker often came to you covered in bruises. Black eyes, cuts, scrapes... things like that. Being a superhero was dangerous, and it came with a price. That price had taught you how to patch people up, though unfortunately it hadn't taught Peter how to be more careful.

So it wasn't exactly unusual for him to tap on your window in the middle of the night. In fact, it happened so often that you'd started leaving it unlocked to make his entrances and exits easier.

Like I said, Peter getting hurt wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It had become routine for the two of you.

But this time, he wasn't the one who was injured.

Which was why Peter was currently sitting in your flat, tending to your wounds from the armchair opposite you. He couldn't decide whether to laugh at the role reversal, worry about you, or be annoyed that you'd given him something to worry about in the first place.

"Ouch! Careful, would you? Am I this rough when I'm patching you up?" you complained when he dabbed disinfectant onto an open cut.

"Well, if you hadn't got yourself into this situation, it wouldn't hurt, would it?" Peter rolled his eyes. "Tell me, didn't the adults who raised you ever teach you that fighting is wrong and doesn't solve anything?"

"Not really. They didn't pay much attention to me, to be honest." Despite your injuries, you grinned. "Besides, I was in the right. Those bloody idiots were harassing me. Was I supposed to let them get away with it? Clearly their parents never taught them how to treat women either."

When Peter deliberately pressed a little too hard on your next injury, you jumped in your seat.

"Oi! What was that for?"

"For not taking this seriously." Peter set the medical supplies aside and folded his arms. "Why are you so reckless? What if something had happened to you?"

"But nothing did happen!" You folded your arms as well. A few scratches decorated your skin. "Besides, now you know what it feels like. I ask you the same thing every time you go out on patrol. Have you suddenly become the responsible one just because we've swapped roles?" you teased.

Peter let out a long sigh before stepping closer. Softly, he said your name. He reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the bruise that was already beginning to darken.

You sighed as well and uncrossed your arms.

"It really wouldn't kill you to be a bit more careful sometimes."

"You too." he shot back.

"Well, until then, I suppose we can keep looking after each other and... make sure we both stay in one piece." You grinned.

You were having a calm day. Genuinely. It could even be called a nice one. One of those sunny days that wasn’t too warm. Exactly how you liked it. You were fairly happy. Until...

You turned around at the sound of your name being called. And, just as you expected, you were met with a Peter Parker running towards you. You let out a deep sigh. It was going to be a long day.

“W-we have a problem...” he said breathlessly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and took another deep breath. “No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting himself into one.” You lifted your head as you spoke and glanced around. “And stop running towards me at school looking like a weirdo all the time. People are staring at us!”

“I know, I know, sorry...” He lowered his head before looking back at you. “This is the last one, honestly. This really is the last time...”

“Oh, I wonder why I don’t believe that.” You pretended to think. “Perhaps because you’ve said the exact same thing the last ten times.” you said, emphasising the last part.

He said your name again. “You have to help me. Please. I swear this really is the last time.” he begged. “I’ll do all your homework?” he added when you continued glaring at him.

After continuing to stare him down for a moment, you let out another deep sigh. “Fine. What is it this time?”

---------------------------------------------------

• He keeps checking if the baby is breathing while they sleep. Not because anything’s wrong, his brain just refuses to let him relax completely.

• He would absolutely wear the baby in one of those chest carriers while making breakfast, humming under his breath and swaying automatically whenever they fuss.

• His hair becomes permanently worse after becoming a father. Between patrols, stress, and tiny hands yanking on it constantly, he looks like he’s survived several natural disasters.

• He’s weirdly good at calming tantrums. Not through strictness, he just crouches down and talks to the child like they’re an emotionally devastated roommate going through a crisis.

“Okay, so we’re upset because the dinosaur-shaped nugget broke in half. I hear you.”

• He acts dramatic whenever the child prefers the other parent for something.

“Wow. Betrayal. After everything we’ve been through together.”

• He definitely improvises lullabies because he can never remember the actual lyrics to songs.

• When the child is learning to walk, his reflexes make him hover nearby like an anxious golden retriever pretending not to panic.

• He keeps tiny little reminders of them hidden everywhere during patrols. A doodle folded inside his suit pocket. A bracelet made from plastic beads under his sleeve.

• He’s terrible at saying no to harmless things.

One more bedtime story? Fine.

Staying up ten minutes past bedtime? Alright then.

Turning the living room into complete chaos with a pillow fight?

Peter’s already collapsed onto the floor pretending he’s been dramatically defeated anyway.

• Every time the child gets hurt (even tiny scrapes) he reacts like he’s just witnessed a tragic battlefield injury.

“WE NEED PLASTERS. WHERE ARE THE PLASTERS?”

• He’s the sort of parent who apologises when he makes mistakes. If he snaps from exhaustion or stress, he always comes back later to explain properly because he never wants his child to fear him.

• He secretly loves when the child interrupts his work by climbing into his lap. He pretends to complain while immediately wrapping an arm around them.

• The first time he holds the baby, he goes completely quiet. He just stares at them with this tiny overwhelmed smile because he genuinely can’t believe he’s a dad now.

• He’s terrified of becoming like the adults who disappeared from his own life. Because of that, he overcompensates by always being there. Late-night feeds? He’s awake. Standing guard beside the cot? Absolutely.

• He absolutely talks to the baby as if they’re a full-grown adult.

• Sleep deprivation turns him into an even stranger version of himself. After patrols, he’s so exhausted he keeps forgetting where things are supposed to go.

• His spider reflexes make him unfairly good at parenting. Baby about to roll off the sofa? Caught instantly before anyone even notices.

• He cries the first time the child calls him “Dad”. Tries to hide it. Fails miserably.

• He takes thousands of photos of his child. Most of them are blurry because whenever he picks up his phone to take a picture, he accidentally takes photos whilst panicking.

• He’s extremely protective, but not controlling. He wants his child to feel safe enough to tell him anything because he knows what loneliness feels like.

• If the child gets frightened at night, he’ll sit on the floor beside their bed for hours, telling ridiculous science facts and made-up stories until they drift back to sleep.

• He secretly keeps every drawing they make. Every single one. Even the completely incomprehensible scribbles.

• When the child gets ill for the first time, he completely spirals internally. Googling symptoms at three in the morning, checking their temperature every ten minutes, pacing around the flat like the world’s ending.

• He’d absolutely be the sort of dad who swings around the flat holding the baby carefully whilst making dramatic superhero sound effects just to make them laugh.