when peter studied the second world war at school he thought sergeant james buchanan barnes was the coolest person ever and so when they assigned him to write an essay on his favorite howling commando and war hero he chose him, and you can take that headcanon from my cold dead hands
peter meets bucky in the soul realm and tells him how much he admires him and bucky’s heart has never felt lighter
Prompt:
Could you do a fluffy one where the reader is really good at English and Peter
is really good at math and they both get assigned to tutor each other and the
reader is really happy because she gets to tutor her crush.
Note:
Aaaaaaawwwwwwww lil baby Pete.
Warnings:
None?
Peter Parker, the smartest kid in ninth grade
was somehow struggling in English class. Though his Aunt May had an idea what
was wrong.
“It’s a girl, isn’t it?” she asked, smirking
when he blushed bright red. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“N-no! No! What…what makes you think…is it
that obvious?” he asked, his brown eyes unsure as he sat on the couch beside
her.
“Yes. It is.” May handed him a sheet from the
school. “I signed you up for tutoring. You start tomorrow after school with a
girl named (Y/N) (L/N),”
“You did what?! May, May, she’s the one I like! This isn’t gonna
help at all!” he squeaked.
“Well, it says here she needs help in
Algebra. And you’re really good at
Algebra~”
“I-I can’t…Not in front of her…she’s so
freaking pretty and I just…God May why didn’t you tell me…”
“Isn’t it about your bedtime, young man?”
“Maaaaaaaay,”
***
Peter grudgingly showed up to tutoring the
next day, much to your enjoyment. You hadn’t requested to be paired with him, your crush, but given that the two
of you shared an English and had the same Algebra teacher, pairing you up
worked out perfectly.
“Hey Pete,” you smiled at him as he sat
across from you at the table. You tugged your earbud out of your ear and pulled
out your Algebra notebook.
“Oh, h-hey!” he greeted, cheeks flushing red
and his heart started racing. “How’s it hanging?”
“I’m fine. Did you bring your English book?”
“Got it right here,” he set it on the table. “So
uh, what do you wanna work on first?”
“I am clueless on the Pythagorean Theorem.”
You shook your head.
“Aw that’s easy,” he smiled. “You’ll be a pro
in fifteen minutes, I promise.”
“Really?”
“I promise.”
***
You met with Peter every day after school for
two weeks, working on homework. Your improvements were incredible. But now that
your grades were back in check, there wasn’t really a reason to continue tutoring.
So, you went to your last session with a gift.
“Where did you find this?!” Peter asked, a
gigantic smile on his face. He held the old Gameboy in his hands with disbelief.
“Oh my god this is the best gift ever!” he hugged you tightly, embracing the
moment.
“I got it at an old used games store for like
ten bucks. Thought it was right up your alley.” You smiled, hugging him back. “Oh,
and I have the hoodie you loaned to me last Friday when it was cold.”
“Well um, about the hoodie.” He rubbed the
back of his neck. “You know how sometimes when a guy is like going out with a
girl she like…um…borrows hoodies and stuff? Well…I really like you, and if you wanna
keep it for a while, that’d be fine…so yeah…”
“You like me?”
“Y-yeah,” he shrugged, brown eyes timidly
meeting yours. “A lot.”
“Well that’s good,” you sighed, taking his
hand in yours. “Because I really like you too.”
“Really?” he asked, eyes going wide. He
smiled brightly. You nodded. “Good. Good. Well um. I don’t have a driver’s license,
or else I would take you out for ice cream.”
“Well, I have the keys to my Uncle Tony’s
scooter.”
“Uncle Tony?”
“Tony Stark,” you winked. You knew who he
was. You had known all along. But you liked Peter for who he was, not just
because he was an Avenger.
“Your uncle is TONY STARK?!”
“Yeah.” you nodded. “And uh, I know…about
everything…”
“Y-you do?”
“I do.” You nodded, slipping your hand into
his and leaning closer. Your mouth just about brushed against his cheek. “And,
uh, I have a heroic hobby too, if you know what I mean.” You kissed his cheek.
“Well uh, let’s go get ice cream then. And
then we can talk about everything else.”
Word Count: 14K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you. Warnings: None. A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it.
You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.
“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.
You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.
“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.
“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.
“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”
“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.
“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.
Word Count: 15.2K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: After months of dating you and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, Peter’s secret life is starting to catch up with him– and the struggles of keeping his identity a secret put your relationship in a dangerous place. Rating: T Warnings: Teenage angst. A/N: PLEASE READ TEEN ROMANCE FLICK 101 BEFORE READING THIS. Not too long ago, that fic reached 1k notes and I’m honestly still shocked at the incredible response it got. I never thought it would blow up like it did and it really means a lot to me and to a lot of you, which is why I hope this sequel lives up to your expectations.
“God dang it.”
Peter has to work really hard to hold in his laughter as he looks at you struggling to reach a book on the highest shelf of the library. The tips of your fingers are already brushing it and you’re on your tiptoes– but the moment you jump and finally take a hold of it feels as if the speed of the world suddenly slows down.
It isn’t uncommon for Peter to see you with your shirt ridden up and he’s frankly quite used to it now– unlike the first time it happened when he felt as if he was about to faint. But, that aside, this time there’s something different. He’s far enough that he wouldn’t have been able to notice it if he was a normal teenager, but he isn’t. And now, because of that, his heightened sight picked up something poking out of your jeans that he kind of wishes it hadn’t– because now this place feels entirely too hot and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (No gender specified) Summary: After Peter recounts the events of his fight with Captain America and his team, confessions are made.
Warnings: None. A/N: I wrote this today because I wanted to take my mind off of the other things I’m writing that have backstories and more complicated plots– which means that this is fluff and a lil angst and then fluff again.
You’re sitting cross-legged on Peter’s bed, running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your lap. He’s talking animatedly, and from the faraway look in his eyes you can see that he’s lost in his own memories.
“And Bucky Barnes had this super cool metal arm and I touched it! And the Falcon had this awesome drone that threw me out the window and there was this man that Mr. Stark said was called Ant-Man who was like, super tiny.”
“Like an ant?” You ask, straining your face muscles to stop yourself from smiling. He stops talking and gives you an unamused look.
“Yes, obviously. Anyway–” He moves to sit up and you take your hands off his hair. “Spread your legs.” Your eyes widen in surprise and you laugh out loud.
“Damn, chivalry sure is dead.” You say in amusement– but the joke takes a couple of seconds to land on Peter. Once it does, his eyes widen and he blushes furiously– jerking back and lifting his hands up, shaking his head.
“I didn’t mean it like that! I– I just wanted to sit between your legs!” You fall back against his pillow, laughing heartily.
“I know, babe. Come here.” You manage to say once you’ve controlled yourself. You sit back and spread your legs, opening your arms for him. He covers his face and sighs exaggeratedly before moving at a snail’s pace towards you until he’s finally sitting in front of you, leaning back against your chest.
Word Count: 1.4K+ Pairing: Peter Parker (MCU) x Reader (No gender specified) Summary: After fighting alongside Iron Man, Peter wants you to come to his house to check on him. Warnings: None. A/N: It’s fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff. I mean, what else can you do with this huge nerd? He’s so freaking cute, I love him.
Babe? Yo. What’s up? I’m hurt. ☹ What? Did you trip again? No, somebody hurt me. This guy and his friends beat me up a little. WHAT WHO DO I HVAE TO FIHGT??? (ง’̀-‘́)ง IM READY No one, but can you come to my place? I need you. I’ll be there in 5, love you Love you more
Peter smiles at the screen of his phone before blocking it and placing it next to him on his bed. He bites his lip and shakes his head because he can’t believe how happy a text from you can make him feel– and when it’s one in which you’re being protective like just now… he melts.
He rubs his bruised eye absentmindedly, wondering how long it will take for his skin to return to his normal color. Luckily it doesn’t bother him– he barely feels any pain. As a matter of fact, his wrist is bothering him way more than his eye– because it’s been itchy all day, and he just can’t ignore it anymore. It’s too annoying.
“So… who was it? Who hit you?” May asks from the kitchen where she’s finding some ice for him to put on his eye. He pulls down the sleeve from his sweatshirt, revealing the new, improved device Tony Stark provided for him. While it can’t be denied that it’s super cool, it’s also super uncomfortable.
Word Count: 5.3K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: Peter can’t talk to you without becoming a mess, and you are sure that it’s because he doesn’t like you near him. Rating: T Warnings: None. A/N: Give me all the secret mutual pining because I live for this shit. Also, Ned is the bestest best friend ever.
“You should talk to her, that’s all I’m saying. I talk to her every day. She’s really cool, Peter.”
Ned has to have lost his freaking mind. Sure, you are approachable and have never flat out ignored anyone but his problem goes a little beyond that. He’s already tried to talk to you in the past– several times. And every single one he made a fool of himself.
Who could forget the duck incident of last year? He couldn’t see you without blushing for weeks after that.
“That’s what I was thinking, ducks’ feathers are like–” Peter had stopped mid-sentence the moment you walked up to him and Ned, smiling widely.
He adored your smile.
“Hey, Ned. Hey, Peter.” You’d said, and while Ned greeted you like a normal person, the only thing Peter managed to blurt out was–
“Duck.” You’d frowned but nevertheless ducked your head down, looking up to see why he could’ve told you to do that. He would’ve explained that he didn’t mean to say that were it not for the fact that his throat was completely dry and he’d forgotten all the words in the English language. Ned looked like he was suffering horribly from second-hand embarrassment, and Peter couldn’t blame him.
“What, why?” You asked, frowning deeper as you looked around.
“There was a bee. Huge one. Bzzzzzz and everything.” Ned said in a desperate attempt to save Peter, who only managed to nod as his face practically lit on fire. You didn’t look too convinced but nodded anyway, and Peter begged to whoever was listening for the floor to open and swallow him whole.
“Right…” You said, clearly uncertain. “Anyway… Ned, you forgot your notebook on your desk.” You handed it to him and he took it with a grateful smile. “Well, see you around.” You waved at them and walked away, and Peter could see Ned turning to him slowly with a disbelieving stare.
“What. The hell. Was that?” He asked in a whisper, looking as if he was feeling real, physical pain. “I have never felt so embarrassed for another human being before.”
“Excuse me, I need to go dig up my grave and bury myself.” Peter said, slamming his locker door and wishing more than anything else to have the power of going back in time.
Honest question: I have seen a lot of posts about Peter being jealous and feeling replaced by Harley, but really? No one else sees Peter having the hugest crush on the tough, confident, and slightly older Harley? I mean he is smart and snarky, like a mini Tony not to put too fine a point on it. 😉
Am I alone in building rivals to soft, cuddly boyfriend stories around the two, full of mutual pining and teen angst?
headcanon that ned is alive and knows that peter is dead, but he decides to take it upon himself to make up some stories for may’s sake about why peter hasn’t come home to her yet. “oh, he’s totally fine, he’s just back in washington doing a semi final for another academic decathlon” and when peter left the bus he forgot his phone, so ned texts may from peter’s phone periodically so she has some peace of mind because ned knows that may only has peter and so he protects her even if it means he’s lying to her in the long run. may is hurt that peter isn’t coming home, but ned knows she’d be absolutely broken if she really knew he was dead.
and so ned for the longest time has to keep adding to this wildly intricate story about why peter still hasn’t returned – he edits old photos of peter and him in their uniforms so when he sends it to may from peter’s phone, the date on the photo is more recent. he’ll sometimes go over to may’s apartment, picking up some of peter’s stuff (”he asked me to grab his science notebook and send him a picture of one of his entries”).
he even creates a program from scratch that he feeds recordings of peter’s voice into – and he perfects it to the point where he can call may from peter’s phone while the software is running in the background, and it’s capable of carrying a few minute phone call with her. it’s eerily accurate in the way it portrays all of peter’s vocal quirks (like the way he strings his sentences together when he’s excited or anxious)
at one point, when he feels may is beginning to possibly suspect something, he goes to her apartment when she’s out, and leaves a note in peter’s handwriting – “hey aunt may! we won the decathlon, but now mr. stark invited me for summer internship for 12 weeks and i need to go, but i love you! i’ll call you every friday. if you need anything, ask ned.”
at first, ned was doing it to save may’s sanity, but as time goes on, he realizes he’s doing it to save his sanity too.
Toad's Cave 