#spider-man request

Pairing | Peter Parker x male!vigilante!reader

Summary | a well renowned and new burglar is catching the eye of the city, and Spider-Man wishes to stop him. But as usual, the web slinger has little to no luck within that department.

Warnings | stealing, mentions of death, mentions of being shot, cliffhanger

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He was a shadow, skulking around the streets of Queens. A villain that pried for stolen goods, a burglar that was aware of his skill. Peter dreaded another run in with the mischievous silhouette, there was always an opportunity of escape for the sly male.

The city was beginning to recognise the footprints of this particular villain, they had yet to name him, but alike to Spiderman himself, his identity was truly unknown. They were both vigilantes, the only difference was that one of them sought to do things for good, and the other for a lack of reasoning.

If Peter was mistaken, he’d assume that this guy was in desperate need of money, however, that perception was indeed a mistake, There was nothing about the opponent that often he chased in spite of returning all that he stole, that screams that he was deprived of luxuries.

His skill was unmatched, and Peter was convinced that he must have endured some high strung training that aided him in getting away from all that wished to prosecute him. This ‘y/v/n’, as he called himself, was remarkable with his swift tricks, and Peter knew that it would be close to impossible to string the villain up with his webs.

By his inability to do so, did not mean that he would give up on his heroic conquest. No, he would not, in fact, his consistency to whisk away from all conviction, albeit impressive, only made the Spiderling more infused and eager to entangle him, and leave him for the cops that tailed their long and enduring chases.

And yet again, y/v/n had struck; this time it was a priceless art museum, which was nothing different than the usual of his heists. All the hero’s intents were driven forward, and suppressed, all so that he could stop this mysterious guy, for once and for all.

“Y/v/n, stop!” His high pitched voice hollered at the grey clothed thief, whose masked head whipped around to face the speaker. A frown was formed underneath his eye covering, running up his forehead like a crack in stonework. “This is getting out of hand.!”

A wild smirk seeped onto y/v/n’s face, to which he shook his benevolent head at. “That’s kinda the idea Spidey.” Was retorted back like a rugby ball in reply. Peter could only sigh at his reluctance to give up his poor career choice.

“One day, someone will shoot you for stealing from them.” It was try, those that y/n/n was illegally taking from were powerful people in Queens. And it would be no surprise if this adept, yet expertly defined burglar, had his real face revealed by being dead on some luxurious porch, or overtop garden.

“Oh no.” Y/v/n gasped, jokingly covering his mouth in faux shock. “It’s not like I’ve had the pleasure of being shot before.” His hand transferred its positioning down to his side, instinctively flinching at the obscene memory that still haunted him to this day.

“If you stop, i can help you.” And he would, he entrusted himself in helping people get better, and saving people. Essentially, both of those could be considered having the same terms, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that y/v/n did not endure a shooting incident again.

However, an amused cackle sprung from his mouth, clearly in disbelief of everything that the neighbourhood web slinger was saying. “What are you, my therapist?”

“I’m going to have to fight you if you don’t return what you stole.” Peter warned him, signing because it was not one of his desire to fight this offender. He couldn’t be much older than him, if they were not of the same age, and that was one of the few reasons as to why he wanted to aid this victim that had somewhat turned. Into a small part villain.

“Finally!” A grin contorted y/v/n’s smirk/ “I’ve been waiting for it all night.” He adjusted his hands, prepared to take whatever attempts that the less known avenger threw at him. As expected, the conjunction of webs were directed towards him first, and so, he rolled in the air, and out of the line of his fire.

Another attempt came towards him, to which he avoided easily. And as Peter tried continuously to hit him with his spider cage, y/v/n was successful in not getting caught in it. And so he moved fast, until he was directly behind the red and blue patriot.

With much ample force, y/v/n struck his back with the bottom of his feet, causing the spider to collapse against the gravel atop of the building, and roll so that he could watch the one that was well aware of all of his tricks, and made him physically crumble with little attempt.

That training was prominent now, and thus, y/v/n raised his hand, in a bidding of a goodby. “Until next time parker.” He jumped fearlessly from the building, and when Peter went to look for a body,all he saw was nothing.

Request one from the writing fever!

Requested by anonymous with the prompt: 

“Don’t get me mad. You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad.” “You mean where your face goes all read and you start trying to hit me and I hold you back with one hand?”

Warnings: reader be mad and swearing ahaha

SUPER UNEDITED SO BE WARNED

MASTERLIST

Maybe (y/n) over reacted and maybe she shouldn’t have ignored him for two days. It was childish but she had no idea how to react to Parkers news he had relayed over text.  

Peter Parker had a girlfriend. 

Maybe it was that his girlfriend wasn’t her and she was now just a whole can of bottled up emotions that couldn’t look at him without feeling sick and like her heart was about to fall out of her ass. So for two days every time Peter would pass her in the hallway, (y/n) would pretend to be on her phone, looking at her textbook or blatantly look the opposite direction. 

summary : In which the reader has just moved into Peter’s apartment complex and just so happens to be his next door neighbor.

word count : 764

warnings : flustered/nervous peter, fluff 

pairing / characters : peter parker x reader, Aunt May, parents readers

prompt : “Could you do something with Peter Parker where you're a new family in his apartment building and you end up going to school together and he shows the reader around the school and introduces the reader to his friends (like ned and michelle) basically they hit it off and become really good friends and maybe he starts getting feelings for her and dosent know what to do, sorry thats kinda a lot haha” - @inlovewithcapsicle

A/N : W/Y/F = Where you’re from

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“No, don’t put that there!” Your mother yelled at you as you walked into your new apartment with a box of your items. You rolled your eyes and set it down where you were told to. Your father came in after you, carrying more boxes. You and you family were making quite the ruckus with shouting at each other and dropping boxes. As you were walking up down your hallway with more boxes the apartment door next door to yours slightly opened. Your mother and father were both walking out of the apartment to get the rest of your items, so you ignored whoever was looking at you through their cracked door, and set the boxes aside.

You sighed, sitting down on the  floor. You were already tired from the trip to New York, and having to carry everything upstairs and into the apartment. You hadn’t even begun to unpack anything, and you still had to do shopping for more materials.

Getting up, you walked out of your apartment and saw that your parents were talking to someone in the hallway. Out of curiosity you took a closer look only to see that they were talking to a woman in her mid thirties. Along side her was a boy, maybe about fifteen sixteen years old. Just about your age.

“I’m sure Peter would be happy to help you guys unpack your boxes, won’t you Petey?” The woman asked, looking over her shoulder and at the boy who stood nervously on the side lines. His eyes landed on you, preventing him from saying anything. His pupils widened as he looked between you and your parents. “Peter?” The woman said again.

The boy’s head snapped in the direction of the woman calling his name. “Y-yeah, sure. I’d be happy to help.” He stuttered out. You couldn’t help but giggle at how nervous he was. Your parents walked past you, with the boy following close behind in their steps. You walked in after him, shutting the apartment door as you entered.

Your parents let you take your boxes to your room, having Peter help carry some of them. To your surprise, he was a lot stronger than he looked. Peter set them down next to one of the walls, and sighed. You didn’t necessarily want to talk, so you just started to unbox your things and put them were you wanted. The boy stood their awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he looked around your room.

“So, um.. where did you guys move from?” He asked, attempting at small talk.

“W/Y/F.” You said, not looking up at him. Your eyes were glued to the items in your box of things on the floor. Peter nodded, rocking back on his heels as he continued to look around the empty room.

You started to empty out the boxes that surrounded your room, catching Peter’s attention. He watched as sketch book after sketch book came out of the box. Some loose papers came out, and Peter bent down to help her collect them. As he picked up the papers, he saw a uncompleted sketch of the hero of New York- Spider-Man. His lips curled into a soft smile and he looked at you.

“You- you like Spider-Man?” He asked nervously. Your head jerked up and you realized that he was holding one of the sketches you had discarded during the trip to your new apartment.

You shrugged and set the drawings and loose papers to the side. “I guess, my friends are the ones who really like him.” Peter’s heart kind of fell at that. “But I like how he is trying his hardest.” Peter smiled again, his heart started to beat faster.

summary : In which the reader is staying at Peter’s house while her parents are away on a trip, and in need of a friend she goes to Peter for some help.

word count : 1.1k+

warnings : sad reader, scared reader, mention of nightmares, a bit of angst, fluff, light smoochin’

pairing / characters : peter parker x reader, Aunt May

prompt : “Hello! May I request 12+29 for the Peter parker prompts?” - anon // 12 : “No no–it’s alright, come here.” 29 : “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

A/N : lol I really like this one just because. idk, just read it and enjoy it for yourselves.

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“Alright, you two behave and no messing around!” Aunt May semi-yelled as she gathered her things in her purse as she was getting ready to go out for the night with some of her friends. Her nephew Peter and his best friend (whom he has been harboring a crush on since forever), sat on the couch watching Star Wars.

“Don’t worry May, I’ll make sure to keep him out of trouble.” Y/N said, smirking at Peter as she looked over her shoulder and at his aunt. She chuckled softly, saying goodbye to the two teenagers and then left the apartment. Peter punched her softly as pay back for teasing him. She acted hurt, pretending to cry and holding her arm as if she had just been stabbed. Peter just laughed at her which caused Y/N to laugh as well.

The two watched Star Wars for what felt like all night, but Y/N fell asleep before the second episode was even over. Peter smiled softly as he looked at the way her hair was sprawled out across her neck and shoulders. How her eyes would flutter every so often. And how her chest would rise and fall softly with each soft breathe she took in and then let out. He loved Y/N, and obviously it was as more of a friend.

Shutting off the television and cleaning up the main living area, Peter put a blanket over his crush before heading of to his own room to go to sleep. Peter wanted to admit his feelings to Y/N so bad, but he was scared that Y/N wouldn’t feel the same way that he did about her.

With a soft sigh Peter shut off his lamp and drifted off to sleep, his heart aching for Y/N to be laying beside him that night.

Not only two hours later did Y/N wake up in a cold sweat with tears running down her face. She had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, one she hoped to never talk about ever again. Her breathing was ragged as she attempted to calm herself down enough to get up from the couch. When her breathing was normal again she stood up shaky legs, stumbling slightly as she padded down towards Peter’s bedroom.

Peter was the only person Y/N wanted to go to when she was this scared, whether it was because of a life threatening situation, or even because she had a bad dream. He was always the person Y/N wanted to go to first.

Slowly opening his door she carefully stepped onto the hardwood. “Peter.” She whispered. “Peter.” Y/N said a bit louder. This time the boy turned over onto his other side and opened his eyes slowly, his brown orbs landing on Y/N.

“Y/N/N? What is it?” He asked groggily. Y/N automatically felt bad for waking him and she started to back away.

“S-sorry, I just, I needed someone to talk to and-” Y/N’s voice trembled slightly as vivid images from her dream came back into play.

Peter sat up quickly, figuring out that his best friend was in need of someone right now. “No no–it’s alright, come here.” He said, moving over just enough to where Y/N would have some space on his bed. Y/N moved quickly, landing on Peter’s bed with a hard thump before she scooted closer to Peter. He was shocked at first by her actions, but relaxed and let her fall into his side before he laid back down on his bed with her curled up next to him.

“I had a dream that I lost you.” Y/N mumbled into Peter’s shirt. “I dreamt that you died fighting those people out there, and you never came back to me. I- It felt so real, I actually believed it was true... and then I woke up.. I” Y/N took in a deep breathe. “Please don’t leave me Peter.” Y/N looked up at the boy who was currently looking down at her. Her Y/E/C eyes starred up at him intensely, but they were full of such fear and sadness that Peter thought he might start to cry just by looking at her fragile state.

“You’ll never lose me, I promise.” Peter said softly. He kissed Y/N’s head, rubbing her back and her arms softly. Peter felt Y/N shift underneath him, making his eyes glance down at her. One their eyes met she quickly pulled herself up to meet his level and placed her lips on his. Peter’s eyes widened at the act, and he didn’t know what to do so he stayed frozen in his spot.

When Y/N pulled away her eyes were searching for anything in Peter’s eyes. When he didn’t kiss her back she thought she did something wrong and would ruin any chance she had of being with Peter. He noticed just how upset and scared she was. In the back of his mind though he kept playing around with the fact that Y/N had only kissed him to calm herself down, to tell herself that he was till there. But another part of him wondered if she actually liked him the way he did with her.

Y/N began to pull herself away from Peter, her eyes filling with salty tears quickly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Y/n was cut off by Peter pulling her next to him once again and crushing her lips with his. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sensation of his lips on hers and actually kissing her back. The two stayed connected in this way for a few moments longer before they both needed to pull away for air.

Peter smiled down at Y/N, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. Y/N had laid herself back down next to Peter, who wrapped his arms around her body, somehow seeming to pull her closer than she was before.

The two teens laid down on Peter’s bed in silence, holding each other, giving each other small kisses just because they wanted to. As Y/N’s eyes started shut again, Peter spoke softly.