#spider man reader insert

Okay y’all, I wrote this one quickly so I could get back into the writing groove. Let me know what yall think.

“M-Miguel-” Your voice was strained, barely coherent as you struggled to breathe through his bruising grip. Your hair was plastered to your forehead, sweat slicked skin glistening in the soft city light that managed to peak through the curtains of your shared apartment. He only grunted in response, and you swore you could hear his grin even in the silence that followed your plea.

(First and foremost, this is a spoiler for a lot of Marvel shows, movies, and comics. It also takes liberties with character deaths and outcomes as all these things do. The most important spoiler warning I can give is for No Way Home, obviously. Along with Loki, TASM2, Hawkeye, Wandavision, and a few others. The story is heavily based on my own plot, however, and so I feel strongly about it. Also, never wrote a Spider-Man fic so this is my first try and writing a character I did not immediately love growing up.

This will also be a multi-part fic)

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language

“What does that even mean? You don’t think you know me anymore?” Your voice was loud, shouting now as you felt your whole body tense, angrily, shouting at the man who you had spent two years with so far, the one who had lied about his feelings of jealousy. The one who had accused you of spending too much time with someone else. A no one. A colleague from work.

Summary: Reader and Peter are on a mission and Spider-Man might not be the only great mid-battle one-liner king.

Warnings: cussing, diehard reference. overall cheesy puns and oneliners, violence 

Word Count: 1.1k

“Any new information?” Tony asks through the comms. He watches the live feed from your suit, seeing what you can see. However, he’s in the comfort of his lab. Morgan, MJ, Ned, May, and Pepper all sit with him watching as well.

“Not yet, we’re just sitting ducks here, dad,” you say. You look over at Peter, who just quacks back. “Haven’t heard anything from Nat, Steve, Buck, or Sam. I think we were led to the wrong base,” you say as you take a seat.

“Salem,” your dad commands your AI. “Check for heat signatures,” he continues. You sigh as you look out at the building and you can see at least ten heat signatures in the building. Then you look around, and you see so many surrounding you.

“Oh fuck,” you state as you look around. Peter turns to look at you and silently warn him that you’re surrounded. “Dad,” you whisper. “Warn the others, I’ll try to lure these people out,” you comment.

“No, that’s dangerous,” he states, watching you begin to walk towards the door. “If you walk to the door, it’s over, Y/N. You’re already surrounded, it’ll be worse if you get yourself cornered.”

“Dad, I got this,” you try to assure him. Peter stays in place and acts like he’s not going to do anything. “Trust me.”

As you reach the halfway between the rock you were sat at and the building doors, a bullet shoots past you. Your eyes widen, but you turn to look at all the people surrounding you. There are three snipers, and two other soldiers with guns, plus three coming from in front.

“Guns? That’s not very festive,” you say as you stay in place. Peter does too. Suddenly, you pull something out of your pocket.

“Is that a grappling hook disguised as mistletoe?” Tony asks.

“Who wants to kiss under the mistletoe?” you ask. None of the soldiers move. Now you’re surrounded. There is one soldier in every direction from you and there are still the three snipers. “I’m sure Santa wouldn’t mind if we got naughty,” you add, shooting the hook towards one of the snipers and sending him down about a hundred feet. Peter webs the other two up and sends them crashing down too. Then, the soldiers race towards you.

Suddenly, the others race over to you, bringing more of a fight towards you. You all circle up, fighting off the soldier one by one. You kick one of the soldiers down, wrapping your ankles around his neck and twisting as he tries to pick you up to throw you down.

“Looks like it’s Christmas lights out for you.”

“Oh my god,” you can hear your father complain as the others laugh. “Please don’t make this a thing,” he adds.

“Forgive me father,” you state as you knock another guy out. “For I am going to keep making these one-liners.”

“No, please don’t. I don’t beg, but I am begging now,” he groans.

“I may not be Santa,” you say as you fight off another soldier. He punches your stomach, and you double over, but then you grab your cord and wrap it around him, regaining the upper hand. “But I’ve been checking, and you’ve made the naughty list.”

As he goes limp, you move on to the next person who comes up behind you. Suddenly, Peter is next to you, about to knock out some other soldier.

“Hey, N/N,” he calls out to you. You hum in response, and Peter says, “What did the really good looking spider dude say to the traitor soldier who copped out his whole squadron that he’s about to knock out?” he asks. You look over at him, nodding for him to continue as Peter webs up the two guys. He then proceeds to make a long choking chord with his webs and the two of you wrap it around the two to keep them stuck there. “Give me one good Christmas Tree-son why I shouldn’t…break you like a glowstick?”

You pause to look at Peter, only tilting your head. Then, you smack the solider running up behind you. “Um…” you pause, knocking the solider out. “A little lengthy, and you lost me at the end there, but you gave it the old college try and Christmas treason was a great pun. Maybe work on it a little bit more,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I lost myself at the end there too,” he says.

Suddenly, a soldier has you pinned down and he’s pulling a knife out. “That was Rude-olph of you, don’t ya think?” you ask as he presses the knife to your neck. He seems unimpressed. “Look, I get it, that it snow joke to you,” you add as you begin lifting your legs. However, he grabs them and puts all his weight on you. He loses his grip and you take that moment to kick him. He falls on you completely and you flip him onto his stomach and you pin him down, folding his arms and tangling your legs in his before reaching for the knife and pressing it to his neck. Mostly as an attempt to tire him out. “But I get the final sleigh here, Mr. Soldier man. Now, don’t be Elfish, tell me what you had planned, why are we here?”

Suddenly, the guy regains his strength and pushes you off, sending you flying off of him. You both see an important item that you’d been there to pick up from the beginning. You make eye contact with the solider, eyes going wide as you both attempt to go after it. You’re quick to get up, but you hurt your leg, so you find yourself limping towards it as fast as you can. The soldier drags himself to it and you’re both so close yet so far. As you reach it, the soldier grabs your hurting leg and pulls you from underneath, making you fall on your ass as he grabs it.

He hasn’t let go as you look over at him, glare on your face. “Oh, yule be sorry, buddy,” you say, kicking him as hard as you can on his face. He screams, dropping the item again. You kick him again for good measure and reach over to grab it. “Looks like you were up to snow good, pal.”

As you get up, you see that all the soldiers had been defeated and the mission was complete. Peter walks over to you, wrapping an arm around you to help you back to the jet. “Are you okay?” he asks you.

Suddenly, one more comes out of nowhere with a gun and you push Peter out of the way to keep him safe. You use a deflecting band to deflect the bullet off of you and it hits the solider. You stand proudly as you look at the soldier’s body.

“Yippe Ki-yay, motherfucker.”

Peter stands up, helping you walk off towards the jet when your father decides to steal your thunder.

“Diehard isn’t a Christmas movie.”

The bell had just rung telling you it was finally time to go home and watch your favorite television show. You happily walked to your locker to grab the books you needed for the weekend.

Unexpectedly, a few of your friends came up to you as you were shutting your locker to invite you to this awesome lake party you'd heard about around school, and you accepted before they could even finish asking if you wanted to come. Your couch could wait.

You spent a lot of time around the water, it was one of your favorite things. Your father had taken you to his family's lake house ever since you learned how to swim, needless to say you were really excited for this party.

The four of you decided to hang out until it was time to go. As you were walking Flash came up behind you asking if he could join in on your plans, which you found strange because all he ever does is torment you and a select member of the group. But you could tell as soon as he started walking with you guys, he was just there for your other two girl friends.

The two girls ran off like bunnies to go obsess over their outfits, making sure their hair and makeup was done to perfection. Probably trying to impress Flash, which you had no intention of doing. You wanted nothing to do with that mess, so you stayed out in the living room with the two guys to avoid being dragged into any drama.

"Hey Parker, is Ned coming to the party?" You asked.

"He said he'd pass on this one, he prefers lighter crowds when it comes to boats and water," Peter replied.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. He sure is fun to have around..."

"I can't tell what makes him more of a loser, going to the party or not going," Flash responded in a monotonous tone.

"Hey! Don't talk about him that way, he's a good guy! You exclaimed.

"As you wish," Flash rolled his eyes at you. You heard him say something else under his breath but you couldn't make it out completely, although you tried your hardest to block him out because all he ever has to say to you usually involves name calling or insults.

You made you're way over to the bay window in the living room, leaving Flash to sulk in the kitchen, and sunk to the ground to try and hide yourself from him. Your attention turned to Peter across the room playing with his fingers, staring intently at the ground.

You had been friends with Peter for as long as you can remember. Although as of late, he had become more distant and it was really hard to keep his attention during a conversation or even get him to talk to you at times.

You were taken out of your thoughts as Peter briskly walked across the room grabbing a deck of cards from the bookshelf, and sat down across from you. You instinctively split the deck in half, as evenly as you could, and flipped your first card over.

"What game are we playing?" Peter questioned.

"Slapjack, have you ever played?"

"Actually no I haven't..." Peter shrugged.

"Okay it's exactly like it sounds. All you have to do is take turns flipping your top card over with me and wait for a jack to show up and slap it. If you slap it first you take the pile of cards and whoever takes the whole deck wins. I know it's a stupid game, but I thought it would be an easy pass time while waiting for the others. Plus I'm really imagining the jack is Flash's face so it'll make me feel better," you reasoned.

"No, it's not stupid," Peter said as he flipped his first card over. You focused on the game noticing that Peter had really fast reflexes. The jacks were no where to be found, and the speed of the game increased.

"Are there even any jacks in this deck?" You exclaimed.

"Just gotta keep looking." At that a jack appeared and you both went to slap it. Your hand ended up underneath Peters’ and you quickly put your free hand on top of his. You noticed how warm and comforting his hand felt, but quickly pushed the thought away as he made eye contact with you.

"Y/n, oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to slap that hard, I got so excited when I saw the card and..." Peter trailed off. Your mind went blank seeing him worry and care for you, and your hands stayed in the position sandwiched between Peters's.

"No no it's okay that's the game, this was just a reflex I guess," you gestured toward your hand on top of his.

"Ooooooh, Parker hit a girl Parker hit a girl," Flash chanted.

"Go away Flash," you yelled at him.

"Feisty Y/n, wow my bad. I'll just retreat to this nearby kitchen," he taunted.

Peter took your slightly red hand and held it in his rubbing slowly over the irritated skin. You were taken out of the moment when your two girl friends ran down the hall and loudly announced they were ready to go, Flash whistled and led them to the door.

"Great timing," Peter said under his breath as he put the cards away. He helped you up and offered you his arm to link in his as you walked out together, you were ready for a great night.

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Flash insisted he drove over any other transportation idea. His dad had rented a SUV since his convertible was too small for the five of you. Flash spent most of his time focused on the girls rather than the road. You could tell that this was going to be a bumpy ride. Peter could sense that you were nervous as you sat up as straight as you could and gripped the edge of the seat to the point where your knuckles turned white.

Peter set his hand palm up on the center console that separated you. Without thought you quickly took his hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

"Don't let go, please," you pleaded. Peter stroked the back of your hand with his thumb which was enough to comfort you.

Peter wondered why you were so anxious about the ride, but didn't want to ask in fear of upsetting you. He snuck glances at you when you weren't looking, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes. He'd never seen you like this before. He always saw you as the strong, independent individual you were.

On the other hand, you knew you looked like a baby in front of Peter which embarrassed the heck out of you. You wanted to tell him why, but thought it might just be an excuse so you stayed quiet. But at the same time, Peter hasn't been there for you as of late so you felt like you didn't need to explain yourself to him. Although, if he really cared he would've asked a long time ago.

You have had a strong history of distracted driving in your family and always got emotional whenever you saw it in person and was reminded of the memories. Specifically of your dad who was involved in an accident which led to the selling of your lake house for there was no one to care for it. Sadly, you weren't bold enough to speak up about those issues and kept to yourself.  

With the thoughts of your dad and Peter swirling around in your head, you thought to yourself how things have changed. Peter was the closest friend you had, but you realized that he actually probably doesn't know you that well. This was enough for a single tear to fall down your cheek, which led to many more tears. You turned your head towards the window to try to hide yourself, but Peter was very well aware that you were crying.

You were taken from your misery when Peter tapped your hand to show you the view. The lake was huge, and the sun reflected so bright off the water. You began to relax at the sight and then the car stopped. You turned to look at the house and your eyes went wide.

"Woah, this is so cool. This is way different than my cozy apartment," you said aloud.

"Yeah no kidding Sherlock," Flash snarks at you. You don't even listen to the two boys bicker as you were just awestruck by this mansion like house in front of you. You were used to the one story little quaint houses along the water where you were from, but this was amazing. It just looked so modern, like it was supposed to be in a movie.

You walked toward the music playing in the backyard and was greeted to the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers. The patio was converted to the dance floor for the night, and the beach area was full of laughter.

You wanted to venture inside to explore, but thought it might be rude as everyone else was outside. You heard an announcement from the DJ that a pontoon ride was leaving soon for whoever wanted to go and swim in the middle of the lake.

You were taken out of your thoughts when Flash forcefully took your arm and dragged you to where Peter and the girls were.

"Hey, stop! Let go of me!” You screeched as you pried his fingers off of you.

"Whatever you insecure little goody two-shoes," he said as he pushed you into the bush behind you. Your blood started to boil and you felt yourself charging at Flash, but before you could get your hands on him you felt a strong pair of arms hold tightly around your waist lifting you off the ground.

"Woah woah woah, Y/n calm down, you're fine!" Peter said as you resisted against his grip.

"I can't take it anymore, let me at him!” You almost screamed. Flash made faces at you claiming you were overreacting. You soon became limp in Peters arms. It wasn't worth it to fight anymore, he was way too strong. Peter turned you around so you weren't facing Flash and held you by your shoulders steadying you. Your gaze turned to the ground, ashamed at what you just did.

"Just ignore him. Hey, look at me, it's okay" Peter almost whispered taking his thumb under your chin guiding your head to look up at him.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You questioned with tears in your eyes.

"Oh come on Y/n, you know why. Let's go for a ride, maybe that'll lift your spirits."

You didn't exactly like that Peter avoided your question but nevertheless you followed him to the dock. Flash and your girl friends followed close behind down the path. You noticed that there wasn't just one pontoon, there were three. They also didn't look like pontoons, they looked like mini yachts. What is this place and who owns it, like seriously?

Peter pulled you aside so you wouldn't get trampled by the people that came out of nowhere impatiently filing onto the boats. You stayed in silence looking out to the water admiring the sun that was just about to set.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, ummm I-I have to go," Peter stammered.

"Wait why? Where are you going?" You asked.

"I'm sorry, I'll be back," Peter shouted as he ran back up towards the house. You were shocked by his sudden urge to leave, kind of angry actually. Flash shouted your name for you to get on the boat, kind of like a parent would scold a child, and you found your way to your friends, focusing on the humming of the engine taking you away from the house.

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Peter watched as the boats departed from the dock. He felt incredibly guilty and selfish for leaving you, but he was convinced that he was needed elsewhere.

He frantically ran through the house, stripping off his clothes, and into the Spiderman suit. He found himself on the roof of the mansion overlooking the large body of water. He put the mask on and Karen's voice came to life.

“Good evening Peter, where are you taking me tonight?” The AI questioned.

“Yeah Peter, where are you taking me tonight? I sure hope it’s not anywhere outside of this near friendly neighborhood,” a male voice cockily calls out from behind him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Mr. Stark... What are you doing here? Ummm I just was checking out the view,” Peter tried to play off.

“No no, you were about to do something stupid again. First off, I own this house. Second, remember last time when I took the suit away. You’re better than that,” Tony remarked.

Peter broke eye contact and looked out on the water. He could see the boats off in the distance. Peter saw a strange ripple in the water, sensing something was wrong, and quickly excused himself from Tony, and headed towards the scene.

“Hey kid, get back here!” Tony shouted feeling responsible for Peter, yet laid back at the same time letting him do his own thing. “Teenagers these days,” Tony remarked to himself as he took a sip of his drink.

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"Hey loser, where's your swimsuit?" Flash asked you as the boat picked up speed.

“Yeah, we're gonna jump in," one of your friends yelled over the engine. It seemed that was almost a cue for both of them to strip out of their glamorous outfits, revealing their bikinis.

"I honestly don't know why you took so long to get all dolled up, your makeup will most likely be ruined in the water," you say.

"We've got this all figured out Y/n, what a party pooper!" The other exclaims as they both turn to Flash and scoff over you.

You roll your eyes and look out on the sparkling water. You don't know why you even tried having friends and going to parties. You just wanted to fit in, but now you were just all too angry. It didn't seem fair that the people you thought cared about you, treated you like crap.

The wind started to pick up, and being close to the water, you felt a little chill go down your spine. You climbed over the back seat of the boat to sit closer to the engine. All you really wanted was Peter by your side, even though you were a little angry with him too.

You hated the mindset you were in, thinking that the world was working against you. You knew that it wasn't. You turned to look back at your so called "friends" to find them missing from where they had left you earlier. You had no time to process what came next.

"One... Two... Three... Yeah!!! Woohoo way to go Flash," one girl shouted.

In that sudden moment, you felt your spirit disconnect from your body and into total darkness. You began to sink farther and farther into the depths of the water, completely helpless.

Flash had been brilliant enough to think that pushing you off the back of the boat would be a great party trick. But instead, you had hit your head on the edge of the deck during the fall, leading you into unconsciousness as you continued to drown into the cold nothingness.

The boat sped away as you thought you were left to your doom. It felt as if you were being encompassed by warm arms and life was closing in on you, taking you to its end. Your body felt light as a feather, like you were flying through thin air taking you up and away.

You suddenly began to feel incredible pressure on your chest. Your lungs were on fire and you immediately turned over on your side and began a coughing fit as your eyes fluttered open.

You tried to sit up but it felt as if a ton of bricks were weighing you down. You were on some sort of beach, but you couldn’t see your surroundings all too well.

Someone was rubbing soft circles on your back, you then became aware that you were being cradled by them for support. You looked down to your side to see red and blue fabric surrounding you. You felt overwhelmed and confused, your heart was racing. Your mind was overloaded with confusion and curiosity. You felt your vision start to blacken, and you were yet again taken away to your unconscious state.

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Peter carried you back to the house and found a bedroom on the main floor to suffice as a recovery room. He took his mask off, and set you down on the plush mattress. You looked so peaceful, but he was worried. He paced back and forth across the room, not knowing what to do to help you. He know that you were fine, that your body was just in shock, but nevertheless he quietly panicked.

He eventually convinced himself pacing wouldn’t do him any good, and found himself standing between you and the window looking out on the water.

You on the other hand had woken up moments ago. You were frozen.

“P...Peter?” You questioned to get the unfamiliar male’s attention.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re ok!” Peter exclaimed with too much excitement in his tone, prancing to your side. He took your hands in his and helped sit you up on the edge of the bed. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“You’re Spiderman?” You looked up at him.

“What do you mean? How would you come to that conclusion?” You pulled at his suit and grabbed his mask from the night stand.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How could you?” You said with tears overflowing your vision.

“Y/n, I couldn’t. You would’ve gotten hurt. I had to keep it a secret. I couldn’t bear to lose you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” Peter half whispered.

You couldn’t listen to it anymore. You didn’t understand why you were feeling so many things. Your blood rushing through your veins, your skin tingling, your throat burning. You never were honest with yourself until this moment, you cared immensely for Peter Parker. By hearing this, you heart was torn to shreds.

Your instinct was to stand up as fast as you could and move as far away from him as possible. At the sudden movement, you went light headed and your legs gave out on you. You kind of forgot you just underwent a slight drowning incident.

Before you could even hit the ground, Peter caught you in a swift motion bringing you to stand up straight with barely any room between the two of you. His arms around your waist, and your arms wrapped around his neck to try and balance yourself.

You heart thumped so hard you swore Peter could hear it. Your breathing quickened, and before you could even think, the space between you was closed. His lips were so soft, dancing upon yours. His touch made you feel at ease, but yet it was so electric.

The kiss was broken and you rested your head on his shoulder. You had no idea how to address what just happened or your past with him. You didn’t know how to explain.

“Peter?” Your voice was muffled by his suit.

/gif not mine. sorry this is shitty i’m typing it up on my phone.

“Make sure you lock all the doors correctly” your mother repeated for like the fiftieth time that day. You just sighed and nodded. “Yes, mother, if someone tries to break in you’ll hear it all the way to London.” You reassured, helping your mother with her bags as she walked towards the door. Just as she walked out the door and sprinted to catch a cab, she yelled at you. “Oh, and Leah is bringing the twins later so you can babysit them!” “What?” You answered, knowing your plans with your boyfriend for later were already ruined. Frustrated, you waved goodbye to your mother and got back in the house.

Picking up your phone, you quickly dialed your boyfriends number. “Hello? This is Peter” Was heard on the other side of the line. “Yeah, I think our date just crashed…” you announced rather upset, to which he quickly responded, “What? Why?” “My mom’s friend is bringing her children for me to babysit later.” You explained. “I see…” he sounded disappointed yet thoughtful. “It’s alright, we can see each other tomorrow, babe.” He declared, before you both said your goobyes and I love yous and ended the call. Though his voice sounded suspicious at the very end, you brushed it off and prepared everything for the twins’ arrival.

Around half an hour later, Leah, your mother’s friend rang your doorbell. She was wearing a beautiful, fancy dress and you immediately knew why she wanted you to babysit. She told the twins to behave themselves, and the four-year-old boys looked at each other and smirked. You took the boys inside after their mom left and before you could make it past the living room, someone knocked at your door. Oh no. The only person that knocked instead of using the doorbell was no other than your boyfriend, Peter Parker. You told the boys to wait for you in the living room -which of course, they didn’t- while you went to the door.

“Hey beautiful.” your boyfriend greeted, offering you a single rose. “Hey stubborn.” You replied gesturing him to come inside, to which he shrugged and walked in. The twins were already playing with some expensive object they would probably break soon. “Why are you here?” You asked while you rushed towards them to take your mother’s favorite vase from their power. “Well, I couldn’t wait to see you so I thought I could come and help you out…” he explained himself, staring at you and the twins, the three of you looking back at him. “Well, this is James and this is Jake,” his eyes widened as he finally paid close attention to their faces, which were practically identical. “I really hope they like you.”

“How can you tell them apart?” He asked confused, trying to find something that could be his answer. But the fact that they were wearing the exact same clothes didn’t help a lot, either. “I’ve been babysitting them since they were born,” you explained, “I’ve learned each one of their differences.” He wished he could do that right now. Suddenly James hit Jake and they both started running around the coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. “James!” You scolded, looking at one boy. “Jake!” Looking at the other boy. And poor Peter just stared at you, completely confused and admiring you.

“Let’s go to the playing room!” You announced and they both cheered and ran out. “Can you keep an eye on them and play a movie while I get snacks?” You half asked half begged, to which he agreed, but looked quite terrorized. You quickly took a pack of chocolate chip cookies out of the pantry and poured them on a plate, took two plastic cups out of the cabinet and poured milk on them. Gracefully, you took the snacks to the playing room where Peter and the twins laid on the couch already, watching the movie, cuddling against one another. It was quite a scene to watch. “Moana…” you said, calling the attention of the three boys, and as soon as the twins saw you, they started running around. “Cookies! Mama Y/N brought cookies!” They both cheered in unison. Peter looked at you with a funny look.

“They started shooting questions as soon as you left” he said, looking at the boys. “My name, age, job, one of them even asked for my intentions with you!” You laughed, placing the plate and cups on the little table in front of them. “And… Mama Y/N?” He asked after the boys sat and started eating the cookies. You just chuckled. “As I said, they’ve known me since forever. I’m like their second mother…” you stopped talking when he smiled and looked at the ground. “What?” You asked, kind of offended. “Nothing.” He answered, shaking his head in denial. “Actually, this.” He said, quickly pressing his lips to yours. You were about to kiss him back, but a pair of ‘eww’s were heard from behind you. You both blushed and laughed it off.

The four of you spent the afternoon playing around and watching Disney movies. Peter didn’t learn how to tell the twins apart, though, he just called their names randomly. Later, when Leah came to pick the boys up, Peter opened the door and invited Leah in while you finished helping them tie their laces. As soon as they saw their mom they started yelling “Mama Y/N has a boyfriend! Mama Y/N has a boyfriend!” Peter blushed and you laughed, “shhh… you’re too young.” They both laughed as they left, making kissing noises until they got to the car.

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers: Spider-Man

Pairing: Platonic Peter Parker x Non-Binary Reader

Warning: Misgendering 

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  hey, i just found your blog and i'm honestly blown away by how good your writing is and just how accepting you are. i was wondering if you could maybe do a peter parker x reader insert about them being gender non-binary and they're not really accepted at school and not out to their parents and he just uses their preferred pronouns and name cause i'm not having a good time with stuff like that at the moment and i just need fluff. thanks so much and i hope you have a nice day xx

Notes: I hope everything gets better for you, schools tough especially when you stand out for any reason and I honestly hope that you get to a point where you don’t have to worry about this stuff and you can just be you xx

Y/P/N: Your preferred name

Screw everything you thought as you stomped through the halls. You were sick of being pushed around and stomped down. For the first time you wanted something more than you ever had before. Your fall blues were completely forgotten and you were actually happy. If Spider-Man did all that for you who's to tell you to stop looking for him.

It wasn't a long walk to the bank but it felt like forever. Police cars and ambulances flew past you and in the distance you could see the flashing lights. If there was one thing for sure it's that you couldn't go through the front door. You remember multiple times going in the back door with your mom on the way from your apartment and that's where you planned to go.

Slipping around the side of the building undetected by the emergency personnel you tentatively pushed open the door. You were shocked no one was guarding this side of the building, but all the better for you.

As you made your way through the marble hallways you could hear yelling echoing off the cool walls. "Listen if you would all just shut up, we don't want to hurt you. As soon as Spider-Man shows up we'll let you go"

You hesitated. This was a trap for the hero and it twisted your stomach into knots. The thought that he could handle himself forced your feet to continue on forward. When you finally reached the front one of the men instantly turned to you. "Hey! Where did you come from" He ran over and grabbed your roughly.

"I'm sorry" You stuttered. "I came in the back entrance"

The man grabbing you turned and looked at the other man who had been speaking earlier. "Boss said nothing about a back entrance"

"Figures" What you assumed to be the leader mumbled. "Take care of it, I got her" You were shoved roughly towards the other man and his grip replaced your earlier captor's.

"Say, what's your name?" He said inspecting your face.

Before you could answer glass shattered above you and there he was again in all his glory. Spider-Man had come to save the day.

"Let them go" He demanded in a strong tone. You now recognized Mr. Greenwald's wife cowering in the corner. The men had about thirty hostages, all for Spider-Man. "I heard I'm what you wanted anyway"

The man sniffled and nodded. "Alright. Get out of here" He yelled at all the people behind. You started to pull away but he pulled you back. "I think I'll keep this one just for assurance"

If you weren't mistaken you saw Spider-Man clench his fists, then his gaze turned to you. "You really have a knack for danger, don't you?"

You shrugged. "Seems all a girl can do to have a conversation with you"

He scoffed. "Well you'd be surprised"

"Enough" Your captor yelled tightening his grip on you. "Take off your mask boss wants to know who you really are"

Spider-Man cocked his head to the side defiantly. "No"

"Take it off" He yelled louder causing you to wince.

"No" Spider-Man said again standing his ground. As much as you wanted to know who was under that mask you wouldn't want him to reveal himself to these creeps.

"You take it off right now or she dies" Your captor said holding his gun to your head.

You could see Spider-Man's jaw tense up even through the suit. "She's not apart of this"

"That's not what our boss thinks. Said he's seen you with her twice" He said craning to get a look at your face.

"That's my fault" You said interrupting. "I purposely put myself in danger to see him. I mean nothing to him" You said unable to look at his face, even if it was masked.

"Oh then he'll have no problem if I kill you" He said clicking his gun right in your ear causing you to shudder.

"Wait" Spider-Man said almost reluctantly. "If I take my mask off, you'll let her go?"

"Boss's order" The man grunted sounding somewhat disappointed he wouldn't get to kill you.

"Don't do it Spider-Man" You pleaded with him. "This is all my fault" You said allowing a tear to slip out. "Don't endanger yourself on my account"

"So what's it gonna be" The man holding you grunted.

You bit your lip. Things were in Spider-Man's hands now. "I think" He said taking a step closer. "That I'll just have to take her to go"

In one swift motion Spider-Man had webbed your waist and was pulling you closer. With the other hand as the man fired his gun, he stopped the bullet mid fire and flung the man's gun away. After releasing you he used both hands to web up the man. "I've got to get the one in the back. Go get the police they'll take care of him"

You nodded and rushed out the front door of the bank. "Spider-Man got them" You called to the blockade of officers.

The all came charging for you and before any of them could stop you, you rushed back into the bank. You weren't going to lose him, not again. You ran through the hallways and out towards the back entrance.

The other man was webbed to the handle and you pushed past him. "Spider-Man" You yelled out into the empty street.

You quickly ran around the side of the building and back into the neighboring alley way. You stopped in your tracks. There was a boy about your age with his back to you just finishing putting on a sweater. The Spider-Man suit was carelessly thrown onto a backpack at his feet.

"You're him" You said quietly. "You're Spider-Man" The boy instantly froze. Apparently he wasn't expecting you to follow him out of the bank. You started walking towards him and he quickly grabbed his backpack and took off running.

He was so fast there was no way you could catch him. When he had grabbed his backpack the suit slid right off of it and onto the ground. The hero left his suit behind. You knelt down on the ground and picked up the soft fabric.

Before you could get back up a cloth was placed over your mouth. You turned around and struggled to pull away but surrounding you was three men all dressed in black with ski masks.

You faught with all of your might but it wasn't working. The man pulled the cloth away and your head was fuzzy. "Spider-Man help me" You mumbled before you blacked out.

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Fall came too soon. The summer was supposed to hold the promise of happiness and renewal. Instead as the days slinked away you found yourself still waiting for the fresh start you were hoping for. Things had been hard recently and with the cold weather setting in you assumed things would only get worse.

Something about the cold left you feeling desperate and empty. Maybe it was the fact that everything died and faded away in preparation for the snow. Either way you were not looking forward to it.

You pulled your jacket closer around your body as you walked down the already leaf stricken sidewalk. Some of the leaves had already dried out and were crunching beneath your boots and echoed off the building walls. The sun was setting and casted a dark glow over the city.

Some people said that Fall in Queens was beautiful. To you the once teeming city was too quiet for your liking. You found comfort in the hustle and bustle. It felt like you were part of something more, like the big picture.

You tried to push your dreary thoughts out of your head and instead focused on the music filling your ears. You turned it up even louder and felt your heartbeat sync with the rhythm.

You never listened to your mother when she told you that waking with headphones in could be dangerous. That's why you never heard the men following behind you.

It wasn't until you turned the corner that they decided to make their move. Two of the men grabbed your arms causing you to drop your phone and your headphones to be ripped from your ears. The other three men body blocked the scene as the two that had grabbed you dragged you into a nearby alley.

"Help" You started to scream before the man on your right clamped his hand over your mouth.

The other three men followed suit and piled in the alley. They backed you farther and farther into the alley and the man with his hand over your mouth slammed you against the wall.

You kept trying to scream but no noise came out. You couldn't believe this was actually happening to you. This was something you had only seen happen in movies and read in stories.

You were able to elbow the man that had you pinned in his jaw. He recoiled back and you took the opportunity to run. Maybe it was futile, maybe you knew that running wouldn't help but you had to try.

Even though you mustered everything you had one of the men dove for your legs sending you tumbling to the ground. You landed in a dirty puddle and started to crawl your way out of the alley.

Two of the men grabbed your feet and dragged you back into the shadows of the alley. You desperately clawed at the ground while grime and mud slipped under your fingernails.

The men pulled you back up and against the wall. The one you had elbowed pulled a knife on you this time and leaned in close. "You're a feisty one. The less you resist the less painful this will be"

"Help" You yelled again earning a punch in the face.

The men all moved in closer and you squeezed your eyes shut praying it would end. To your surprise not one of them laid a hand on you. You opened your eyes to find they were too distracted by a figure hanging from the building above.

The figure dropped down to the ground and his identity was revealed. It was Spider-Man, the new hero from YouTube, and the one who stopped The Vulture. You had never seen him in person before.

"You boys lost?" The masked hero asked. To your surprise he sounded like he could be your age.

"Butt out onesie" One of the men grunted pushing Spider-Man backwards in the chest.

"Come on guys. Leave the girl alone" The hero said finally looking at you.

"It's none of your business" The man said pushing Spider-Man again.

You could hear the hero's sigh through his mask. "I gave you your chance"

"You know what, I'm done with this" One of your attackers said lunging at Spider-Man.

He blocked the punch with ease and shot webbing from his hands that wrapped the man in a cocoon. With webbing still attached to the bundled man, the hero swung at the other four like he was bowling. All four went toppling to the ground, including the webbed one.  

The men groaned and mumbled that you weren't worth the trouble and left the alley with their tails sucked between their legs. The hero satisfied that there was no danger turned to you.

"Are you alright? They didn't do anything did they?" He asked extremely concerned.

"No, thanks to you" You said mustering the best smile you could.  The wind blew through the alley and you shivered as your dampened shirt pressed against your skin.

Spider-Man noticing started heading deeper in the alley. "Wait right here" He called back checking on you every so often. He disappeared behind a dumpster for a moment and returned with a blue button up shirt in his hands. "Here" He said handing it to you. "It's not much but it should keep the chill off.

"Thank you" You smiled. "How did you know that was there?" You asked surprised at how clean it was considering it was in an alley.

"Oh, I um" He chucked. "I happened to catch a glance of it while I was on the roof"

"Mm" You hummed liking the feeling the hero gave you.

"Well it's getting dark, will you be ok getting home?" He asked tilting his head ever so slightly.

You nodded. "My building is just around the corner" You paused a moment not wanting to leave. "Thanks again for saving me"

"It's my pleasure" You could tell he was smiling. "Have a good rest of the night"

You could tell it was time to leave but you didn't want to. Something about the hero made you want to know more about him, to see who was behind that mask. You wanted to beg him to tell you more but instead you reluctantly let the words "You too" tumble out of your mouth and felt your feet turn and begin to walk out of the alley.