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Umbrella

Pairing: Peter x GN!Reader

Summary: Peter wears an outfit and dances to Umbrella to cheer you up

A/N: you and Peter are older, probably somewhere in your 20s, and the both of you are married

Tiredly walking into the shared apartment, you bump the door shut with your butt whilst throwing your bag near the couch. You sit on the armrest to fall back onto the cushions. A sigh of content escapes.

You had been stuck at work all day, waking up at six to get ready and leaving by seven in the morning. You had ended your ten hour shift moments ago.

Lazily grabbing the remote off the coffee table, the TV turns on to show that it’s on the news. It shows Spider-Man, swinging and working around Queens.

You watch for a few minutes before you feel your eyes start to droop with sleepiness. 

A cold breeze wakes your body up. You tilt your head to see the spider hero climb through the window.

Peter sees you, walks over and kneels in front of you as he slips his mask off, his hair going all over the place. “Bad day at work?” he asks, your nod becoming his answer.

Today, you were a bit late due to traffic. Your boss’ assistant had dump a few things onto you to work on, even if it was the assistant job to do that certain thing. 

Peter kisses your forehead as he stands to his feet and off to your bedroom he goes.

He comes back, still wearing his suit, but he has black boots on his feet, fishnets on his legs, short black shorts resting on his waist and a black singlet over his body, plus a black wig on top of his mask and a umbrella in hand.

You question your husband on what’s he doing whilst trying not to laugh at the sight before you. You move to sit up properly, your legs crossed over each other.

"I’m gonna dance for you to make your day better.”

“But you always make my days better without even doing anything.” He shushes you as the song Umbrella by Rihanna starts to play.

You take your phone out to record him.

You finish the recording once the song ends. You cheer at him, clapping and laughing. “That was amazing.” you stand up from the couch to take the wig and his mask off. 

His chest is heaving for air a little, his face tinted pink.

"Thank you for that.” you drape your arms over his shoulders, your hands resting on his nape. His arms wrap around your waist, bringing your body closer. “Anything for my love.” He presses his lips to yours, as if you two just made a deal.

Backing away from the kiss and your husband, you grab your phone from the couch and saying, “Yeah, you’re gonna let me send that to the team. And let our future kids watch it if they’re feeling down, and if we have kids.”

“Okay.” Peter starts to peel off the clothings off. He pauses as he’s got his suit’s zipper slipping down his body as he had realized what you said. “What?! No!” He chases you around the apartment, his suit slipping off his body. “Too late!”

Hey 👋 I don’t know if you write for Peter Parker but if you do could I get a blurb where reader is called a slut for no particular reason by someone they know and she goes crying to Peter about it. You can do what you like without after that thanks 😊

getting to your head

a/n: i do write peter parker! he always over 18 tho... i hope this was up to your expectations... enjoy

warnings: degrading name slut, soft Parker, pure fluff

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Y/N was grabbing her books out of her locker, placing them into her backpack when a nasally high pitched voice called her name. Regina stood beside Y/N with the rest of her clique behind her.

“You’re a slut,” Regina said flicking her hair over her shoulder before walking away.

Giggles were heard from her clique, some agreeing and mirroring Regina’s actions.

Y/N stood in shock. The statement was so unforeseen that it had shaken Y/N. It normally wouldn’t have because Regina’s insults were always habitual, calling her an idiot or ugly. For some reason, Y/N took this insult to heart and felt a lump grow in her throat. 

She quickly packed her bag and dashed out of the school, slamming her locker shut. Some students hadn’t even flinched, while some stared at her like she was an extraterrestrial creature.

Luckily, Peter was already waiting for her in the front of the school. He had recently turned 19 and decided to stay with Mr. Stark to work with the Avengers. He had also offered to help Y/N with transportation and school, being that he was your boyfriend. she’s 18

“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” He gave her a warm smile before he noticed her unshed tears, “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked embracing her shaking body.

“T-These girls, they called me a ‘slut,’” Y/N sobbed into Peter’s “if you believe in telekinesis” shirt.

“Don’t listen to them. You are not a slut. You’re the most loyal girlfriend ever. They’re just trying to get to your head,” Peter stroked your hair, comforting you.

“I know I should’t’ve made such a big deal out of it, but it just, it really hurt. I’ve never been called a ‘slut’ before,” she said, her sobs starting to lessen. 

“And you won’t be called a ‘slut’ anymore, alright. I love you and your loyalty, and that’s all that matters,” Peter lightly kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she said lifting her head off his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, “Now, wanna go get a churro?”

“Let’s go, Spideyboy.”

Did You Know I’m Writing A Book?

Peter Parker x Reader || Fluff

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A/N: Yikes, I’m really bad at updating.

Short summary: When Peter wants to try and make a move on his crush, he turns to Tony for help. Will following Tony’s advice pay off in the end?

Warnings: None

Peter Parker was never one to be great with feelings, always relying on the internet and his friends for advice on how to flirt with girls. Unfortunately, none of his advances would work to impress any girl, not even in the slightest bit. It resulted in Peter giving up in attempting to make moves on any girl he liked.

That was until he met you.

When he first laid eyes on you and his heart started pounding, Peter knew he could never have a shot with you. It’s not that he didn’t want to try and flirt with you, it’s just that Peter had no game. He felt like there was only one person that could maybe solve his misery.

Tony Stark.

Peter cleared his throat and coughed nervously, pressing down on Tony’s contact in the FaceTime app. He awkwardly shuffled around and held his right arm up for a good angle while using his left hand to fix his hair. As Peter tidied up his appearance, Tony answered the call after the third ring and Peter could’ve sworn he had a heart attack. No matter the conversation, he never got used to speaking with Tony. So how was Peter supposed to have one chat with the girl he liked without going insane?

“Hey Kid,” Tony greeted, his face enlarging on the screen. Popping a blueberry into his mouth, he said, “This better be important ‘cause Legolas and I are discussing some very important adult manners.”

Peter squinted with confusion. “Legolas? Is that a new recruit?”

“He means me,” Clint Barton groaned, popping his head into the screen. “And by ‘very important adult manners’, Tony means we’re betting over how many blueberries he can balance on his nose. I bet he can’t balance more than one.”

Tony rolled his eyes and changed his phone’s angle so Clint was nowhere to be seen. “Why are you calling, Kid?”

Peter sat down on his bed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh, Mr. Stark, I need some advice.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “On what?”

“Talking to a girl I like.”

Clint snorted in the background. “And you turned to this guy for help?

“Well yeah, he’s married,” Peter stated as if it were obvious, “and you are too so both of you could help me out here.”

Tony smirked at the camera. “What’s it that you need advice on? Compliments, laying on the charm-“

“I need help on flirting,” Peter blurted out. “I suck at it.”

“You also suck at confidence so you might need to work on that too,” Tony chuckled. “You see, kid, pick-up lines are Godsent solutions in flirting. Say one and boom, the girl is head over heels in love with you.”

“You sure that worked on Pepper, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, feeling the urge to just ask for Clint instead. He had a feeling Tony’s advice wouldn’t be helpful.

Tony shifted and rested his chin onto the palm of his hand. “Pepper is a different story so we won’t talk about that. Just trust me on this.”

“DON’T TRUST HIM,” Clint hollered, shoving his head in front of Tony’s.

“You know what, Barton?” Tony said, pushing Clint’s head away. “I’m going to take all these blueberries and shove them inside your nose.”

Peter groaned and ended the call. He gained only one tip from that entire conversation. 

Never go to Tony if you need advice on flirting.

Peter sighed, squirming in his seat with nerves as he eyed every student entering his Chemistry class. Ned nudged Peter’s arm and offered him a look of concern.

“You okay there, Peter?” Ned asked, eyeing the door with a look of confusion. “Your eyes have been glued to the door for a while now.”

Peter pried his eyes away from the door and whispered, “Mr. Stark gave me stupid advice on flirting and after a lot of thinking, I think I’m going to shoot my shot with (Y/N) today.”

Ned instantly gleamed, but quickly tried to recover from his excitement when he saw you enter behind a line of students. Ned turned to face the front of the classroom, crossing his fingers and hoping that Tony’s advice would pull through for Peter.

“Hey (Y/N),” Peter blurted out, swiveling his chair around once you had sat down.

You jumped a little in your seat and turned to Peter, trying to hide the clearly startled look on your face. “Hey, Parker. What’s up?”

Peter opened his mouth, about to say something until he quickly shut it and spun his chair away from you. You were about to turn away until you heard Peter clear his throat in a loud manner. You rose an eyebrow and stared at Peter, who was looking at you with a notebook and pen in his hand.

“Did you know that I’m writing a book?” Peter asked with wide eyes. He felt himself sweat profusely as you opened your mouth to respond.

You tilted your head to the side and said, “Really? What kind of book?”

This was the part Peter was dreading, the whole reason why he was turning red in the first place.

“Well, um, I’m putting together a phone book except it’s missing something. Can I have your number to finish it?”

There was a dreadful silence for a few seconds until a small smile grew onto your face. Soon you were bubbling with laughter. “You’re the only guy I would ever give my number to,” you softly replied. “That was cute, Peter. Very cute actually.” You then took the notebook and pen that Peter held in his hands, jot down your number, and gently placed the notebook on his desk.

Peter’s whole world came to a stop. Did he just get your number? All in one try?

Maybe following Tony’s advice wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Lover: Part 1

Peter was 16 when he met you, when he first saw you. He was 16 when he came across you in chemistry when he went to sit in his assigned seat, and instead of seeing Ned in the spot next to him, he saw you.

He approached the table slowly, almost cautiously. He didn't know if you weren’t quite aware that you were in his friends place, and he didn’t know what to say exactly. He had never seen you before, he didn't even know your name.

As he set his bag down on the table top, you whipped your head around to look at him. Peter had locked gazes with you, his deep brown eyes staring into much lighter ones. When you cracked a smile and opened your mouth to say something, Peter had leaned too far to the right, his weight on his book sent it crashing to the ground.

He got flustered and bent down to grab his book, stuttering and stumbling over his words. As he stood, he cleared his throat while setting his chemistry book down, again.

“Are you okay?” Your smile brightened as you laughed while attempting to speak, the mix of speech and your jovial voice, made Peter blush.

“Y-yeah. I'm good. Good.” He swallowed with minor difficulty, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re uh…sitting in my friends seat though…”

Peter remembered watching you move your attention away from Peter, toward Ned and MJ, who were sitting across the class, together. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked back at his friends, and then you.

“I got told to sit here. It’s my first day.” When you spoke again, Peter glanced back down at you from where he stood.

“I'm Y/N.” You held out your hand, waiting for Peter to take it.

“P-Peter.” He shook your hand, dropping it almost too quickly. He stumbled to his seat in an uncouth manner.

“Nice to meet you Peter.” He watched you from the corner of his eye.

You were pretty, very pretty. Your eyes alone, had stolen his attention. He found himself wishing he didn't have to look away, but he didn't want to come across as creepy.

“Y-you too…”

Peter rolled over in his head, the sheets and blankets tangling around his legs as a low groan left his lips. He reached out and felt around his nightstand for the alarm clock resting on the wooden top.

When he felt the object beneath his palm, he turned the face, the numbers displayed on the clear, holographic screen were mocking him.

“Too early.” He fell onto his back, his right arm stretched over his eyes. He was not as morning person, since he met you, not since the two of you had begun a physical relationship.

“Too damn early.” Peter shift again, the mattress and bed frame groaning under his shifting weight. He had turned over to his side, his fingers giving at the sheets and empty space beside him, wishing and hoping that after 5 years, you would magically be there beside him.

He was 17 when he lost you. You had only been dating for a year, but in that year, Peter fell on love with you.

Deeply. Madly. Hopelessly.

“Good morning Peter. Would you like me to inform Miss Romanoff and Mr. Rogers that you are awake?” The voice of FRIDAY, the A.I. that Tony created and designed, echoed throughout the room.

“No.” Peter shoved his head under his pillow, closing his eyes once more.

As he started to drift in between sleep and reality, he fist the sheets in his hands, again. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Peter couldn't stop thinking about you, he couldn’t stop wishing that you were here.

He missed you, he missed aunt May. He missed the two most important people in his life with every breath, every beat of his heart. His aunt, who was more of a mother, and his one great love.

“I am sensing some distress. Do you need medical attention?” FRIDAY's voice echoed once again, Peter scoffed in response.

“No FRIDAY. I’m fine.” He slowly pulled himself out of the pillow and blanket barricade he had made, sitting up on his worn bed.

He ran his fingers through his brown hair, exhaling slowly. He glanced out of the window, the sun filtering through the pane of glass, catching the surface of a clear glass cube, a hideously odd sculpture you made out of clay in art class sitting inside.

You gave it to Peter as a joke, telling him that you made it with love, but in reality if he didn't want it, you'd trash it.

Peter kept it, despite your protests that it was trash. He even kept it in a glass display box, setting it on his shelf. It may have been hideous, and it may not have been something of value to you, but to Peter it was irreplaceable.

He remembered the way you presented it to him, with clay remnants on your face from something else you were working on. You had this pathetically odd little spider sculpture in your hand, a jokester gift for him. You didn't think he would keep it, and Peter didn't think you could get any damn cuter than you were in that moment.

Peter crawled out of bed and approached the clay sculpture, lifting the glass top from the bottom. He lift the clay spider creature from the glass and turned it over in his hands.

It had been 5 years since he got this, 5 years since he was able to see you, feel you. 5 years being told to move on because moving on would help heal his wounds.

“FRIDAY play the video from December 17th, 2017.” Peter clutched the spider as he sat down on his bed, the video he requested, displayed in front of him.

As he watched the video, the memories of the day hit him like a brick wall. He was told by Steve, and by everyone in those support groups Tony made him go to, that moving on was best.

Move on. Find someone new. Move on. Go on a few dates. Move on. Get a girlfriend.

How could Peter move on? How could he pretend like you weren't the woman he loved? How could he move on from Aunt May? How could he forget everything that had happened between you all?

How could he forget your first kiss? Your first date? How could Peter forget the first time you had sex? The first time you came together?

He was a kid, Steve would say. Peter was a 17 year old kid who didn't know what love really was. He didn’t have enough experience in the world to know what kind of love was worth drying for.

Peter knew. He knew and he felt it. He felt it with you. Peter knew that what he felt for you, the kind of love he felt, was the stuff of legends. The love he felt was powerful. The kind of love that would move mountains and part seas. Peter would never love anyone as much as he loved you.

Even if he was young when he felt it, he knew. Your love was the kind of love you only get to experience once in a lifetime. It the type of love that made his entire body feel like it came to life, made his heart flutter at the simplest smile or touch.

Peter couldn't move on. Steve couldn't move on from Bucky. Clint couldn’t move on from his wife and kids. Scott couldn’t move on from Hope.

You were it, you were the one. Peter couldn't just forget that.

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And suddenly all the love songs were about you

peter parker x reader

in which you borrow Peter's sweater and find his ipod with a playlist of your name 💌

includes ! fluff , set after nwh.

word count - 2,3k

–> can u guys believe im posting cause i can't :") wrote something similar for druig months ago and thought how cute it would be with toms peter so here we are <3 hope u guys enjoy! pls excuse any mistakes ty the playlist

mlist | reqs open.

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peter's life had quite literally been turned upside down, he had no one to call his until you walked into his life. you gave him hope, you made him feel like truly living again, you made him feel like himself again. it wasn't like he didn't miss his old friends and all the people that knew him- he still missed them and still longed for them but you made it bearable, you made him feel that it will be okay, he will be okay.

you and peter were sat in the library, studying together for the upcoming test you both had, peter looked up to see your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, the tip of your pencil slowly tapping against your lips. peter noticed the way your face relaxed when you understood something as you noted it down, peter noticed how you smiled whenever he greeted you, peter noticed your perfume and the way you always hugged him and the way you always made hearts on your notes. you made peter feel like home. something he hadn't felt since michelle and him shared those two weeks. those two weeks which meant the entire world to him were kind of fading away as his heart took over you, how he slowly started to forget them and they only existed as a fragment of his memory. now he longed for every single moment with you.

"y/n?" he spoke quietly, making you look up from your book.

"yes pete?" you replied.

peter smiled softly, he loved it when you called him that, it made him feel like he was in love, maybe he was, "I just, thank you. I know I say it a lot but just you make me feel normal again after everything I just, really- yeah, thank you." he spoke softly, peter hadn't told you in detail or in many words but you understood that he lost the people he loved and they weren't coming back, you didn't ask questions and held him as he cried and sought comfort.

"peter, it's fine, really" you assured, "I'm here to stay."

"thank you." he replied, a smile on his face.

you smiled back, your eyes down on your notes again, you wrapped your arms against yourself slowly rubbing yourself, new york sure got cold quickly. peter noticed you getting cold, just like he noticed everything else. he pulled his black sweater from his bag and handed it to you, "here, you seem cold, wear this." he said, a small smile on his face.

"oh, what- no, peter, it's fine. it's not that cold anyway and what if you get cold later you know it's just fine-"

"y/n just take it please? it's alright I'm not cold anyway."

"peter i-"

"y/n please?" he insists, with a sigh you mutter out a small okay and take it, pulling it over your head. "better?" he asked.

"yeah" you replied, "thank you pete." you smiled softly.

"don't worry about it." he replied, beaming.

you and peter studied and talked every now and then with him stealing glances at you, it was around six thirty pm, the closing time of the library when the librarian told you to leave, sighing you picked up your books and followed peter outside.

"will you hold my bag so i can remove the sweater-"

"won't you be cold if you return it right now? it's even colder now then it was before!" he exclaimed.

"I'll be fine pete my dorm's just a short walk away!" you replied.

"nope, you'll be cold, just return it back to me tomorrow? and no don't say that I'll need it cause believe it or not I do have more sweaters." he replied cheekily.

you smiled sighing, "alright peter, I'll see you tomorrow! get home safe!" you said, smiling warmly.

-

you entered your dorm and quickly turned the heater on, kicking your sneakers off you climbed on your bed, your bag on the floor. once the room was warm enough you pulled out peter's sweater, taking in the way he smelled, you smiled softly hugging the sweater. you felt something in the pockets of his sweater, curious, you reached for it revealing an ipod.

smiling to yourself, you started the ipod. of course peter parker still uses an ipod. you scrolled through his playlists stopping suddenly as you found one titled with your name and a heart. your heart picked up its paces your breath quickened, your finger hovered over your name. both nervous and excited to open it.

"theres no way this could be bad right?" you whispered to yourself, your finger almost touching the screen.

taking a deep breath you opened the playlist and scrolled through all the songs, pleasantly surprised on how every single song was a love song. no one thinks about a friend while listening to 'enchanted' right? you pressed play and laid down on your bed, clutching the sweater tightly against your chest, thinking about how were you going to ask peter about this or just... act normal when you see him again tomorrow for class.

-

while you were debating on ways to ask peter about this thing and laying on bed listening to the playlist he made while thinking of you, the one he listened to religiously everyday as he daydreamed about what it would like to call you his and kiss you and hold your hand, he was back at his apartment frantically searching for his ipod. peter flipped his stuff around and still couldn't find it, totally unknown to fact that he left it in the sweater he gave you, he thought he must have lost it or forgotten it at library. sighing he laid on his bed, his eyes closed as thought about you while the song 'love grows' replayed in his head. peter hummed the song the song as he thought about dancing with you to that song in his apartment, peter smiled brightly, his eyes still closed as he imagined the same scene over and over until he gradually fell asleep.

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the next day came quicker then you wanted it too, you couldn't exactly figure out how you were going to just walk up to your best friend and say, "oh yeah so i found a playlist on your ipod with my name cause i was snooping cause you left it in the sweater I borrowed and it has all love songs so are you going to kiss me or i should i kiss you?" sadly, that's not how it worked and you needed to find a proper way to ask him about this, which was harder than you thought it would be.

you and peter shared your second and last class on friday, usually you looked forward to classes with him but today you were dreading them. it's not that you were scared that he didn't actually like you- the playlist was enough proof that he did but the way your heart fluttered knowing that he honestly liked you made you nervous. how were you even supposed to act now? were you supposed to play it cool or act a bit flirty hoping he'd get the hint? you were incredibly lost.

"hey y/n!" you heard peter's voice as he jogged over to you outside your class, leaning in to give you a hug from which you pulled away quicker then you should've. peter's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion for a second. you gave him a nervous smile, "hi peter" you spoke, reaching for your bag and pulling out his sweater, handing it to him quickly, "thanks for this." you said, giving him a small smile.

peter picked up on your nervous behavior, your timidness, the way you pulled away quickly, the way you didn't call him 'pete'. peter knew something was wrong.

he walked in the class, you long gone not waiting for him. he was glad to see a seat free next you. he quickly stumbled over, "can i sit here?" he asked warmly.

"of course peter why would you even ask that." you replied, laughing nervously.

"you just seem....different." he replied, sitting next you carefully, his eyes on yours- yours roaming around the class ignoring his.

"just tired." you replied.

"if you say so." peter sighed.

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"that's all for today's lecture. partners for the upcoming project are posted on the bulletin board, please remember to submit them on time as they make up for half of your grade this semester." the lecturer spoke as the students starting shuffling. you quickly got up and started to leave for your next class, your hand tightly clutching your bag.

"y/n! wait up!" you heard peter yell, you stopped but didn't turn to his way, it just felt weird.

peter came up to you, standing right in front of you, "we are partners for the project! we could start working today at your dorm if that's fine? we should get started cause it's worth a lot of our grade you know so yeah." he spoke, biting his lip, his hands gripping his bag pack, a glint of nervousness in his eyes.

"of course." you breathed, the same nervous smile taking over your face. "i should get going now I've a class" you spoke quickly and started walking away.

"I'll see you at four at your dorm!" yelled peter as you walked away.

Few hours passed and it was finally four, in between of his classes and spidey duties peter didn't even notice the time slip away while you were aware of every single second that passed. as four pm grew closer your nervousness knew no bounds. peter was going to be in your room, on your bed, with you. it's not like those things hadn't happened before but when they did you didn't know that he liked you and now that you did know it, it changed everything. it changed the way you remembered all the times peter bought you flowers just cause he felt like it. it changed the way you remembered all those sleepovers you had where you just fell asleep on him. friends don't look at friends that way, it was true.

peter started walking to your dorm, the air around new york starting to become colder and the cloud's getting grayer, he felt a gush of wind against his body, the feeling of warmness leaving his body instantly, peter grabbed the sweater from his bag, putting it on he put his hands in the pockets, rubbing them against the warm wool when he felt his ipod on his cold fingers.

peter stopped walking, his eyes went wide as everything clicked. you had seen his playlist on you, it was the only thing that explained your behavior today. peter almost felt as if he was free of a bone crushing secret he had held on for years, you knew by now that when he closed his eyes he pictured you, when he fantasized- you were his fantasy. now you knew, now he was free. but the real question was if you did the same, felt the same.

he reached your dorm and knocked on your door, a new sense of confidence entering his body. he couldn't quite put a finger on how it filled his body- was it your nervousness through out the day around him or was it the way he sensed your breath hitching and your heart racing, either way peter was glad he had it.

you opened the door and smiled anxiously, muttering a small "come in", peter walked past you and you felt an unsettling breeze, peter picked on your heart raced, he smiled to himself- as if he was pleased to be the reason for your anxiousness today (which he was), he sat on the chair across your desk and turned it towards you, you sat on your bed- your hands smoothing out your skirt. "should we get started on the project?" you spoke, your eyes avoiding his.

"yeah, sure, but before that i wanted to ask you something." he spoke, his eyes on you, hands fishing out the ipod.

"what is it?" you spoke quickly, your voice jittery.

"this" he spoke showing the ipod to you, "did you see something on this, something about you perhaps?"

"what? no, what are you even talking about peter? i don't even know what that this!" you defended anxiously.

"don't lie y/n, i know you know." he said quietly, walking up from the chair to your bed.

"know what?" you replied, a breathy, nervous laugh leaving your throat.

"the playlist y/n, you have been acting weird the whole day and then i find this ipod in the pocket of the sweater i lent you." he sat down next to you, "i'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable but i just really like you and those songs are really how i feel, it's okay if you don't-"

"i like you too peter." you stuttered, your face getting hot. suddenly you were aware of how close peter was sitting next to you. how your knees touched and you could feel his breath on your neck.

peter blushed, a soft pink glow covered his face as he smiled sweetly, his hand laid soft against your cheek, "can i kiss you?" he asked, his eyes on yours.

"yes." you replied softly, barely above a whisper.

your eyes closed as his lips gently laid over yours, your hands found his waist and pulling him ever closer as your lips moved in harmony against his.

"i really like you." he said, breaking the kiss, the soft pink glow still on his face, a smile loosely hanging from his lips.

"i really like you too" you replied, beaming.

peter grabbed the ipod and pressed play, he took your hands in his and leaned his forehead against yours, "i really really like you" he said again as 'enchanted' played.

you smiled softly, kissing his nose delicately, "me too."

༶•┈ peter parker's mailbox! ┈•༶

✩ [wisdom has left the chat] wc: 1.6k

you get your wisdom teeth removed . . . who the fuck gave you your phone? (peter did.) where you're extremely high on anesthesia and pain meds, flash can't get a hint, and peter is flushed bright red at your lack of filter on the group chat.

✩ seduction through science wc: 1.9k

where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

✩ caught in a web of kisses wc: 1.4k

(requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

-ˋˏ┈ mailbox ༶ send letter

[wisdom has left the chat]

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

brief: you get your wisdom teeth removed . . . who the fuck gave you your phone? (peter did.) where you're extremely high on anesthesia and pain meds, flash can't get a hint, and peter is flushed bright red at your lack of filter on the group chat.

tags: humour. fluff. crack fic. texting. sex mention.

a/n: ✩

requests are open!

wc: 1.6k

"Am I being kidnapped?", you whisper out breathily as you writhed under the fastened seatbelt that Peter had done up a couple moments earlier, twisting around clumsily as you tried to press down on the buckle and free yourself from the restraint.

Peter who had just placed away the prescription note and after-surgery procedure instructions in the backseat sighed before quickly getting a grip on your wrist, holding it in place so that it wouldn’t do more damage.

Making eye contact with you and holding your gaze for a few seconds to make sure that you wouldn’t try to get away for the 4th time that evening, he dragged your hand over onto your lap and let it drop softly against your legging clad thighs before responding, “No babe, I’m taking you home.”

You crossed your arms, or at least tried to- only whacking Peter’s nose twice before pouting through the window like a petulant child, spit and blood pooling up underneath your chin as the gauze between your teeth started to fall out. Grumbling under your breath, you garbled out, “Don’t call me babe.”

Peter let out a giggle as he reached for a napkin, holding you by your jaw with extreme caution and turning you towards him so that he could clean up the saliva gathered there, “Why can’t I call you babe, babe?”

Your pout deepened at the outright disrespect as you you gently patted Peter’s knee, as if trying to let him down easy, “Only my boyfriend can call me babe. He’s Spider-Man, you know?” The second part tilted up at the end into a proud and fond voice, your eyes turning soft before realizing where you were and snapping your hand back into yourself.

“Is that right?”, Peter asked amused, finally pulling out of the parking lot of the dentistry and towards the road.

“Yup.”, you exclaimed, popping the p and dancing your fingers across the dash in front of you as you felt the small vibrations tingle up your palm, smiling wide when a small brr emitted from your nails dragging along the textured pattern set around the vent of the AC.

A few more seconds passed of you randomly grazing your fingers along different parts of the interior of Tony’s car, the different materials stimulating your touch before you turned your head completely around and faced your body and attention towards him. Your gaze flickering across a strong jawline and soft set cheekbones, stopping as you paused at his hair. “You have curls.”

Peter glanced at you quickly before returning his focus to the road, sparing a look at himself in the mirror as he ran a hand through the unruly mess, “I do.”

You sighed wistfully as you rested your head against the cushioning of your seat, “Peter has curls.”

Peter let out a laugh, “Y/N, I’m Peter.”

You gave him the most incredulous look before falling into a fit of hiccupped laughter, your palms spaying on your flushed cheeks as you looked back up at him again as if he had just the funniest thing you’d ever heard, “Oh! Don’t be silly, Peter’s at home!”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t think he’d ever heard you use the word “silly” unironically in his entire 3 years of dating you. Anyway. That wasn’t the point. Peter only hesitated for a second before continuing, if the roles were reversed, he knew that you’d do the exact same thing, “Hmm, right. How . . . silly . . . of me. So ba-Y/N, tell me about Peter.”

You sighed wistfully, twirling your hair as if you were in a teen rom-com before starting, "He's so pretty and oh my god, you should see his abs. You could wash your clothes on them, I'm telling you. Washboard. And he's so smart and kind and fuck . . . the way he fucks-"

Peter choked a little, wide-eyed, sneaking a quick glance at you as he swerved into the parking lot of the pharmacy before interrupting, cheeks red as he said, "I-uhh-listen, I've got to go in and grab some medicine for you so I'm going to need you to be very responsible, ok? Can you do that?"

You scoffed, offended, "I am the most super very much responsible person in this car, sir, and for your information, I'll have you know, that I am very responsible."

Peter let out a small giggle at your antics before nodding, slowly bringing out your phone from his pocket before begrudgingly handing it over, watching you squeal like a child as you gripped it to your chest, "Call me if you need anything and please, Y/N, for the love of god, don't post anything or text anyone."

Y/N Stark's FanClub 🤩 10 members . Private Chat

11:52 am . May 7th

Y/N: HLEP SOS RED Jason: ... Betty: Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?? Y/N: I'ev been kidnpaped 😧 Cindy: And the kidnapper didn't take your phone? Kind of a stupid kidnapper if you ask me Betty: CINDY- OMG Sally: HUH 😧 Y/N: He's hot tho...so it's fine ig BUT STILL >:( how dare he Flash: Idk what you're talking about hun, I didn't kidnap you Y/N: Shut your ulgy ass up Jason: BAHAHAHBDAJBDJKSFBK Sally: pFFTTT- Betty: Is no one else concerned? :,) MJ: Peter took her to get her wisdom teeth removed, she's fine. Cindy: high y/n 😧 Charles: Why tf are there so many 😧😧😧 Charles: Y/N IS KIDNAPPED?? OUR QUEEN- Charles: oh :) nm

Jason: nonono cindy it's more like

Jason: high y/n 😈

Y/N: yes jason hehe 😈

Ned: @peterparker @peterparker @peterparker

Ned: bro come collect your girlfriend

Y/N: hey! pter doesn't own me >:( i'm an indepnedant woman

Sally: yeah ned wtf

Sally: sexist

Cindy: that's so digusting

Betty: you think women belong to men 🤨

Ned: skfjnskjfednsjkefnskefns 😭😭😭 ?!?!?!?!

✩ Y/N STARK has started a group call for Y/N Stark's FanClub 🤩 ✩

Blinking a bit deliriously as familiar faces of your friends popped up on your screen, you giggled in glee at their appearance as you struggled to smile through your puffy cheeks and bloody cotton pads.

Propping your phone up on the dashboard with some struggle as you folded back, your eyes widened over the chaos of questions erupting from the speakers as you caught a glance of your kidnapper returning.

Based on his stern glare as he checked his phone and then back up at you, you panickedly gargled, "Guys! Oh no oh no oh no- he's coming back!"

Sally, still in her pajamas yet more alert than half the rest of the group call attendees, pitched in, "Hide? I-"

You stared at her in confusion as you looked around at the limited hiding spaces big enough to fit your uncoordinated body in the car.

"What?", Jason snorted, "No- Y/N, Y/N, hear me out . . . seduce him."

Your face of disgust made him burst out into laughter as Betty played along, no longer concerned, "Tell him your dad's Iron Man!!"

Jason who'd finally caught his breath wheezed, "I still think my idea is the best-"

You'd just let out a noise of distress at the thought of flirting with someone other than your boyfriend when the door to the driver's seat swung open.

Wincing as the handsome man sat down, you made panicked side-eyes at the screen as you murmured out a small, "Hello, not-my-boyfriend Peter."

Watching him roll his eyes, he peeked his head into the view of your camera as he gave a small wave at your friends. All them chorusing their greetings as he turned and huffed at you, "What was the one thing I said not to do when I left you with your phone?"

"Well . . . technically it was two things-", your murmured as you withered in your seat, bringing your palms to your face as you heard laughter echo from the screen.

"I don't think you guys see the opportunity in front of us right now", Flash grinned, "This is basically Y/N on truth serum."

The mischievous glance Flash gave you made Peter sigh in defeat as he pulled out of the parking lot, knowing a lost battle when he saw one. There was no going to make you cut the call now as you squealed forward, taking the phone into your hands and giggling, "Like truth or dare!"

"Ok Y/N . . . I'll ask first . . .", Flash began, Peter's forearms going up in goosebumps as he heard noises of wariness erupt from the screen. This was going to be interesting.

"Are you actually in love with Peter?"

The smirk MJ gave at your bewildered expression made Peter let out a snort of laughter, Flash's endless pursuit to get a chance with his girlfriend nothing less than amusing.

You sighed wistfully, smiling like a disney princess as you looked off out the window, "He's like a shot of espresso, like . . . being bathed in sunlight. He's incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and has this sense of… play and fun when you're alone with him, which was incredibly exciting."

You faced the phone again, "He's so- smart and sweet and caring. Like a prince. Extremely charming, especially when he's nervous. And there's thing he does when he's trying to pretend he's annoyed at me as he fights off a smile like- like he just scrunches his nose and it's so . . . he's so cute, I just want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick, you know?"

You leaned in close to the camera ignoring the embarrassment of Flash's face and the giggles from everyone else as you whispered, as if indulging them in on a secret, "He's also amazing in bed. Like there's this thing he did with his tongue last night and-

Peter's hand had never moved faster as it slapped across your mouth to keep you shut, his ears burning red as he let out a cough, "Aaand that will be the end of that, say bye to them, we're almost at the compound."

The hoots and hollers from your phone made him groan, knowing he'd never hear the end of it as Charles brokenly said in between tears of laughter, "S-simp."

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seduction through science

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

brief: where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

tags: humour. fluff. relationship reveal. humiliation. sex mention. fangirling.

a/n: ✩

requests are open!

wc: 1.9k

"You're fucking with us", Charles stated, mouth agape as he stared at Peter in disbelief and awe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his friend's confession.

Wincing at everyone's eyes on him, Peter dropped his head into his hands as he contemplated why he was friends with such manipulative idiots. Groaning softly as he combed through his hair with a sweaty palm, the other reached for his phone which lay nearby.

He had been guilt tripped into hosting their weekly AcaDec study sessions at his apartment this weekend due the team's insistence that he no longer cared for them. His insulting amount of absences racked up because of spidey duties, not that he could tell them of his extremely valid excuse.

That's how he found himself crowded together into a messy circle on the carpet in his living room which May swore would come back in trend according to her home decor magazines. His teammates, doing everything but studying as they indulge themselves in the latest gossip and an impromptu game of truth or dare.

With Flash's question targeting either his secret webslinger-identity or his relationship status, Peter's choice between his limited options had been obvious, announcing to his friends of the girlfriend he'd been keeping tucked away for several months.

Now, however, with the way they were gaping at him, Peter re-evaluated whether he had truly made the correct decision.

Flash, who'd finally been able to catch his breath, with dried up tears of laughter streaking across his cheeks, wheezed, "You. Penis Parker. Are dating the most influential teenager in North America according to TIME Magazine, with an IQ to rival her father's, model and heir to Stark Industries, Y/N Stark?"

Peter once again winced, internally debating whether or not he should give you a call as he responded, "Y-yes?"

"Peter. You're kidding.", Betty whispered, wide-eyed at the thought of her friend keeping such an insanely large secret from them...if it was the truth. Just the interviewing opportunities made her head spin and the journalist inside of her was- holy shit. Their Peter Parker was dating Y/N Stark?! That was insane. Practically impossible?

“Oh yeah? Ok. Then how’d you meet her, hotshot?”, Flash smirked cockily, as if he had just checkmated him, convinced his question was going to force Peter to confess the truth about his “lie.”

Before Peter could even exhale his sigh of exhaustion, Jason interrupted, “Dude, not that I don’t believe you or anything and no offense but . . . how did you bag her?”

Cindy who had been watching the entire debacle from the sidelines so far simply nodded her head, wide-eyed and a bit confused on how this could possibly be her reality.

Sally, insulted on Peter’s behalf, pitched up, “Hey! Pete’s a catch.”

Offering a weak smile to the girl, Peter had just muttered, “Thank you, Sals”, as the echo of the doorbell made its way into the living room. Saved by the bell, indeed.

Dusting himself as he made his way towards the entrance, he could hear Ned defending his honor as Peter fiddled with lock, face freezing in shock when the entryway fully came into view.

Before him, you stood in his stolen Midtown High hoodie, hands sweetly clasped over your comfy stark industries pajama pants as you smiled up at him. The hood had been pulled over your messy hair in your attempts to avoid unwanted attention from the press, the drawstrings tied into a little makeshift bow and strands of stray hair sticking out from the circumference of the fabric surrounding your face. You looked absolutely adorable and silly and perfect to Peter’s fogged mind. Mind stuttering on how to decode this situation as he attempted to make some form of noise to greet you, he couldn’t think straight. 

Swaying on the balls of your feet and tilting your head warmly, you leaned forward to place a greeting peck onto his lips, hands unclasping and encircling his waist as you patiently took in his frozen state, “You gonna let me in or do you have a secret exhibitionist kink you’ve been keeping locked up which we need to discuss? Cause y’know- I’m up for anything but the paparazzi will have a field day once they figure out how much of a slut I am for my father’s intern-”

The pin-drop silence from his living room startled Peter into moving, covering your mouth with his palm as he choked a little at what you had just unwillingly said in front of all his friends, words finally processing into his distress blurred brain. He knew that he just told the team about you but he didn’t think of introducing you to them for at least a few more weeks down the road. Once they’d calmed down, gotten over their fangirling and actually believed him. Fuck.

You’d immediately picked up on your boyfriend’s anxious stance but much like your father, your solution to most situations revolved around teasing and humor, your words now muffled as you went on, “Like- could you imagine the headlines? Y/N STARK IS SLEEPING WITH HER FATHER’S INTERN?!? Y/N STARK’S WORLDWIND OFFICE ROMANCE: SEDUCTION THROUGH SCIENCE! Ooh- wait no, I quite like the second one-”

“What are you doing here?”

You frowned at Peter. That was the first thing he was going to say to you? Bringing his hand down and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you questioned more seriously, “Is everything alright? MJ invited me over? Said that you guys and Ned were just hanging out if I wanted to join. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first. I just assumed that-”

“Nononono no don’t apologize, stop. MJ’s just a little shit. She didn’t tell me she’d invited you over so I was . . . surprised.”, Peter’s voice dropped into a whisper, “It’s also not just…us and Ned. The rest of the friend group is in the living room right now and they just found out that I was dating you but they didn’t really believe me but now . . . well.”

You blinked, “Oh. Oh. So they heard me-”

Peter nodded. Your face flushed as you winced and buried your face in between Peter’s pecs, him failing to hide his smile as he stifled a laugh at your embarrassment. 

Now that the terror of the situation had faded away, he couldn’t help but find endless amusement in it. Though the interaction between you and the AcaDec group was much faster than he’d initially wanted, it was still something that he’d hoped for deeply. These two parts of his life finally merging filled him with so much joy, simply even imagining you getting along with his friend causing his cheeks to ache from the smile that would bloom. 

Letting you whine for a few more seconds, he gently dragged you into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he pulled down your hood. Untying the drawstrings to let them fall freely, he then proceeded to fluff out your hair, observing closely as your face melted in pleasure just like he predicted. 

Pressing a kiss, he whispered, “Come on, you’ve got to meet them now. That was quite the introduction.” 

Gently peeking your head past the curve of the hallway which kept you hidden from their view, you were first met with MJ’s smirk. Pointing a finger at her as Peter came up behind you, you flipped her off before addressing everyone else with a small wave, “Hi, Peter’s AcaDec group!”

The PR voice you’d automatically slipped into couldn’t be helped but you knew that it would take you a few more interactions for the real you to make an appearance. Maybe a few NDAs as well just as a precaution.

The few stunned moments of continued silence before it burst into squeals of shock and unfiltered questions made you laugh a little as you gently approached the circle and plopped yourself next to Ned, Peter taking a seat next to you as the group continued to hyperventilate. 

“Am I dreaming?”, whispered Charles to himself, his idol sitting merely a few feet away from him. Jason and Betty let out their own garbled hums of acknowledgement to their friend’s identical shock. This was every nerd’s dream. Y/N Stark was an inspiration in the technological advancements field, everything she’d contributed to the innovation of Stark Industries was just- insanity. Charles was going insane. He had to be.

Flash, deciding that this was the perfect time to shoot his shot with Peter’s girlfriend, smugly leaned forward and asked, “Hey baby, wanna grab a drink sometime in my Ferrari? I’m sure you’re sick of that dweeb by now.”

You blinked. Wrinkling your nose at him, you hummed, “. . . Flash, right?”

His confident nod made you continue, “I’ve uh- heard a lot about you-”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

“No, actually! A lot of it was how you bullied the love of my life for several years.”, you smiled, the smirk falling off his face extremely satisfying, “I don’t know about all your previous partners or if you even ever had any but I really don’t think showing off your wealth is the smartest move to my heart seeing where I come from. I like to think that I’m grounded and quite humble so I hate pulling out that card but I think it’s necessary to put you in your place. Also- did you say I was sick of him? Peter Parker? He’s one of the most genuinely caring and interesting people I’ve met in a long time . . . I’m sorry but like did you just choose to ignore how I said I was a slut for him 2 minutes ago? I-”

Ned’s giggles of happiness broke you out of your tangent as he leaned over to give you a hug, “God, I missed you so much. Peter’s been keeping you from us for too long. I just think he’s jealous of our intense chemistry.”

“Oh no, for sure.”, you nodded as you tilted your head to watch your boyfriend roll his eyes and attempt to hide his smile.

“We are . . . so sorry for him, oh my god.”, Cindy exhaled breathily, “You’re just- wow. You’re so brilliant and gorgeous and the interview where you explained your thinking for the future of SI’s place in the medical field was amazing to watch. I am such a big fan.”

You smiled warmly, “Apology accepted, haha. And you’re gorgeous too! Holy shit, if Peter wasn’t here-”

Peter jokingly whacked the back of your head, “Stop flirting with all my friends.”

You let out a small laugh as you raised your hands up in defeat, “Sorry, my dad’s genes, you know? No, but seriously, thank you! I’m sure you’re incredibly smart too if everything I’ve heard is true and your involvement in Academic Decathlon really speaks for itself.”

Cindy practically melted into a pile of goop next to the sofa as Flash opened his mouth again, “Are you sure-”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you sighed jokingly as the rest of the group turned to start yelling at him, making you burst into a grin as Peter and Ned erupted into their own little fit of laughter.

Maybe one interaction was enough for you to feel content with them. They’d certainly need at least three to get over their celebrity infatuation but…you settled into the nook of Peter’s shoulder, you could see yourself with this group laughing nights away for several more years to come.

And plus, Flash would provide the perfect entertainment if things ever got a little too boring. Though you doubt that that would be the case with all the banter and teasing you’d be witnessing in the next several hours.

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Could you write a fic where the reader is Stark’s daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?

caught in a web of kisses

pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3

requests are open!

wc: 1.4k

Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?

Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.

And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?

You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.

He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."

Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."

"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"

The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"

"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""

You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".

Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"

"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."

"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"

"3 . . ."

"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."

The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.

Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"

Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."

"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.

Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"

The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."

"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.

It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.

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a/n: thank you for everyone who has sent in requests ! it's greatly inspiring to know that people want to read more from you <3

Hugs and kisses

Pairing- Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary- Sometimes even the strongest ones need comfort and Peter finds it in your arms.

Warnings- none literally, this is just a soft fic coz peter deserves all the love and hugs in the world, my poor english is a warning tho :’)

Word Count- 687

A/N- I thought of this while listening to ‘Sweet Nothing’ by Taylor Swift and here it is. Also I changed fandoms lol. dw i still write for harry potter but i’ll write for marvel too now. And this can be read for any peter but I imagined tasm peter here :3 Hope y’all like this <3

You were about to get into bed, after having done your nighttime skincare and changing into your pyjamas, when you heard soft knocks on your window.

You went over to open it, knowing it was Peter. Whenever he visited you after his night patrols, it was always near this time. You would go on about your day while he told about his and then went to sleep together while snuggled close to each other.

Today it seemed a little different. Because when you moved the curtains to get a look at him, his expressions were different from what they always were. Like he was upset about something.

You quickly unlatched your window and let him inside. You turned to face him and furrowed your eyebrows when he didn’t meet your eyes.

Something was definitely up.

“Peter, love, is everything okay?” you said softly, not wanting him to break. “You know you can tell me anything,” you start, wanting to break the silence, but he flinches at your voice. you let out a shaky exhale and step forward, reaching a hand up, slowly, like approaching a skittish animal, to press your palm to his cheek. he unconsciously chases the warmth, his hair parting to reveal his eyes, sadder than you’ve ever seen them. your heart lurches for him. “oh, Peter.”

He leaned in your touch and sighed in content. Slowly you lifted your other hand to cup both his cheeks while he looked on the verge of tears.

“I- I just needed to see you. He- he said that,” Peter couldn’t even bring himself to properly say that. After that random bad guy he had just fought told him he had attacked you, he needed to make sure you were okay.

“It’s okay, Peter. I’m here.” You said, voice still soft as you start to caress his cheek with your thumb.

Peter couldn’t keep it in anymore, as he immediately buried his face in your neck and held you tightly, as if he were afraid you’d disappear.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop your heart from breaking after seeing him in such a state. The way he sounded, the way you could feel his tears on your neck, you couldn’t help but shed some tears as well as you spoke soothing words to him.

Moments like these brought comfort to Peter. Him in your arms, you holding him tightly, speaking softly and trying to comfort him, he sometimes wonders what he has done to deserve this, to deserve you. Your arms were his go to place when things got hard, being spiderman wasn’t easy. And it felt great that you out of all people knew about him and still loved the real him.

Both of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like an eternity, with none of you wanting to let go of each other. But you didn’t mind it, Peter deserved all your love and affection.

After few moments, you slowly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence you both were in, “lets get you changed so that we can cuddle in bed. Sounds good?”

He seemed hesitant to let you go, but he loosened his grip and pulled away to look you in the eye, arms still loosely wound around your waist. He seemed almost meek like this—to the point it almost felt like you’re not looking at the strongest. Right now, it kinda just feels like you’re looking at a man—a man who has the entire weight of the New York on his shoulders. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, his voice still wavering. “You- You’re everything. God I love you so much.”

You smiled gently at him as you cupped his cheek again, he kissed your palm, and you said, “I love you too, Peter. More than words can express.”

With that, Peter cupped your face and brought his lips onto yours, pouring all his love, affection, fears and everything he felt for you into it. You kissed him back with same passion, sealing a promise of never leaving him into this kiss.

Because maybe in that moment, this was all you both needed.