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petehparker · 4 years

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You & I - Peter Parker x FemReader SNEAK PEEK

She felt his absence more deeply than she'd ever felt anything before. More than her love for him, more than her adoration for him, more than the warmth in her soul and the flush in her cheeks when he gazed at her from across the room with his crooked smile and shy eyes. More than the terror of wondering if he'd come home in one piece. Him being gone was the absolute worst thing she'd ever gone through, because in her mind, he was never coming back. It haunted her, held her down, let her be but just a shell of who she used to be.

She got the news from Tony. A phone call in which his voice was shaking- he had barely been able to get the words out. But when he did, when she knew- really knew he wasn't coming back she let out a scream so raw and so loud she barely recognized it as her own. It was as if she was detached. Like she could feel herself doing these things- screaming, dropping her phone, falling to the floor and cradling her head in her hands as a chorus of "no's" fell from her lips- but she couldn't connect herself to them. Not really. How could she? He was gone. Peter. How could she live with herself knowing he was gone? Knowing all the things he'd never get to do and the things she'd never be able to tell him. In that moment, full of anguish and indescribable pain, her throat raw and her breath coming out in shallow, choking sobs, she wished she was gone instead. Reduced to dust, flying off in a breeze, a name on a memorial plaque. She can't recall how many hours she stayed there. On the kitchen floor with her back against the cold floorboards. Watching the small watermark on the ceiling, feeling nothing but everything at once. Eyes empty to match the hole in her chest. It may have been all night, may have even been a full day. She only ate when absolutely necessary, only left her bed when her family visited to check on her. On those days, she pretended.

She liked to think of herself as strong. Before. But here she was, a shell of a person, holding on to someone that was never coming back. She felt stupid, co-dependent. The girl she never thought she’d be. She could be without Peter. But that was before. When she was sure he was coming back, when the distance and time apart was only temporary.

She tried to be someone without him. Reminded herself that she was being pitiful and selfish. Everyone had lost someone. And they still managed. They still pushed on. Why couldn’t she? So she did. At the very least, she really tried.

They’d been in their third year of college when it happened. Now, she had graduated- barely pulled herself through those last two years. She got a job and moved into a small apartment in lower Manhattan. She couldn’t bear to stay in Queens, not when she saw him in every corner store, every sandwich shop, every movie theatre they’d frequented.

She never went on a date, refusing to tarnish his memory like that and seething when people told her it’s what he would have wanted. What did they know?

So when she sees him for the first time, on her doorstep with his disheveled hair and soft smile, he pulls her toward him crushing her into a hug, soft sobs wracking his entire body. She's standing so still, in awe, and when she steps back she just laughs. Laughs so hard she starts to cry. "I really have lost it haven't I? All this time and I still can't let you go. I've made you real. All on my own."

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petehparker · 6 years

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No Control- Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt:

Hey, can you do a Peter Parker x Reader imagine, where the reader is really really shy, and Peter is under the impression that the reader hates him, until one day at Avenger Headquarters. He sees her there, and learns that she has electric powers, and that's why she usually keeps to herself. Her powers are triggered by strong emotions, such as a crush. so she stays away from Peter, until a mission and he saves her, then you can decide what happens. ^.^ thank you! + For the drabble thing. Y/N and Peter dance together. At first nervous but then they get comfortable and confess feelings.

P.S. Read my previous post about changes made to the prompt, I messed up sorry :(

Word Count: 1925

A/N- Written by Daisy x Please like and reblog so that I know you guys like what I'm putting out!

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Peter wasn’t sure what he’d done, or if he’d even done anything at all. All he knew was that Y/N left the room every time he entered, kept their conversations to one-word answers, and was generally cold towards him. He was nice to her when they’d first met at HQ, he had no reason not to be. She didn’t say much, just that she was a trainee. And although she said “See you around”, it was very clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Peter wanted to befriend her, she was the only other person at HQ younger than 30 besides Wanda. He didn’t want to come off as pushy or bother her too much so he kept his distance.

You, on the other hand, had no idea you were coming off so rudely. Painfully shy is the only way you could describe yourself. You’d been harboring a crush on Peter ever since the two of you met. Your powers, the result of a freak accident, gave you the ability to manipulate and absorb electricity. As confusing and unpredictable as they were, they seemed to intensify whenever he was around, so you always made a point of excusing yourself before all the boroughs of NYC were without power.

You were avoiding him that morning as well.

Wanda had made a stack of pancakes for the two of you to share. You doused your pile in syrup, cutting it up into little triangles; something Wanda always teased you for.

“Eat them like a normal person Y/N!”

You roll your eyes at her, a smile gracing your features. “Shh Wanda, I’m trying to eat in peace.”

You take in the background noise of the television, enjoying the quiet of the early morning. You heard the sound of a cabinet door opening and feet on the kitchen floor. Peter. “Morning Wanda, morning Y/N,” he greets. Perfectly friendly. You feel your face heat up as you mumble a hello, pushing your plate away and excusing yourself. “I-uh, I have to go,” you stutter, eyes on the ground as you brush past Peter. Just as you had done every day before that. Just as you had done every time you happened to be in the same room together. The flickering lights didn’t go unnoticed. Peter frowns but doesn’t say anything to stop you. Peter looks at Wanda, expecting some kind of explanation, but she just shrugs. That was something she would leave to you.

You take a turn down the hallway, getting onto an elevator down a couple of floors, and into a training room, wanting to collect yourself before your embarrassment got the best of you. You drop to the floor, sitting against the wall and bringing your knees to your chest. You close your eyes, focusing on getting Peter’s stupid face out of your head.

You try to concentrate, tilting your head up to examine the tiles of lights on the ceiling. You hold a hand up, flicking your fingers from left to right, watching the lights illuminate from one end of the room to the other. You feel the tingle in your fingers, the barely there sparks. You let out a sigh, wishing for the hundredth time that week that you were normal. You watch the lights turn on and off, the repetition of it almost therapeutic. You are so caught up in your own thought you don’t hear the approaching footsteps or the call of your name. Not until he is right in front of you.

You drop your hands, the room enveloped in darkness for a second. You bring the lights back on, eyes still glued to the floor.

“How did you find me?” was all you could bring yourself to say.

He shrugs, sliding down the wall and sitting beside you, “F.R.I.D.A.Y sees all.”

You don’t know what to say, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous and confused because you don’t know what exactly it is about him that makes it hard to speak. He breaks the silence.

“I’ve never seen you do that. Use your powers I mean.”

You still don't look up at him, “Yeah they're pretty unpredictable.” You fall silent again.

“Are you ok Y/N? Did I do something to upset you? I was only ever trying to-”

You rush to correct him, not wanting him to think any of it was his fault. “No, no, I just-”, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you force yourself to turn and make eye contact, “I’m shy. Really shy. Not the greatest socially.”

Peter just nods, but then a smile begins to break on his face. You wonder what is so damn funny but he speaks before you can, “So you don't hate me?”

You suppose you really shouldn’t be surprised at this, your behavior wasn't indicative of anything else. “No, Peter I don't hate you.” Quite the opposite. “Sorry if I made you think so.”

He doesn't make you feel worse about it than you already do, just flashes you an understanding smile. “You’re forgiven.”

You sigh, relieved that he wasn't holding it against you.

“On one condition.”

Your eyes widen at this, unsure of what would come out of his mouth next. “What are you talking about?”

“We hang out a couple of times a week. Can do whatever you want.”

You think about it. About how much time that would give you to embarrass yourself.

“Come on Y/N, I need some friends my own age.”

“Okay, fine.” You nod.

Peter claps you on the shoulder, a grin on his face. “Great.”

You return his smile. This should be interesting.

You weren’t wrong. The last two months had been a whirlwind of movie nights, board games, food trucks, and minor missions together. He had even introduced you to Michelle and Ned. They were always brutally honest and blunt, forcing you to come out of your shell. You were comfortable around them; there wasn’t ever a need for mindless small talk.

You were happy nonetheless, and given your newfound comfort around Peter you were like a completely new person, he could hardly believe it. During the time you had spent together, Peter had grown quite fond of you, he could never tell you of course, despite the fact that it was incredibly obvious to everyone except you. You never even let yourself entertain the possibility that Peter might like you back. You were practicing, pretty much every night on how to control your powers, blaming anything that happened unintentionally while you were around Peter on “figuring out the kinks”.

It was a quiet night, the two of you sprawled out on the couch. You’re on your back, holding a book above your face. Peter is laying on his side, his head resting on his arm as he scrolls through his news feed. He occasionally stares at you hoping you would notice, and when you didn’t he nudges you repeatedly with his foot.

“Come on Y/N, I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

You lower your book and turn to face him, “I don’t know, I’m having a pretty good time.”

He frowns in response but the look on his face says he’s thinking. “You know, I heard this song the other day, 80’s I think. Really catchy.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Where are you going with this Peter?”

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, play ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’”. The music fills the room, breaking the silence.

He doesn’t say anything else, just stands up and starts moving clumsily around the room, moving his arms dramatically along the music.

You can’t help but burst into laughter, a hand going up to cover your mouth. Peter frowns at you, noticing that you still hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch. He moves towards you, a hand outstretched, staring you down with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Come on Y/N, I know you want to.”

“I can’t dance Peter!”

“And I can?”

“Yeah you’re right, I did just witness something atrocious didn’t I.”

He shakes his head, his fingers wrapping themselves around your wrist and pulling you upwards.

“Not fair Peter! Super-strength and all.” You stand up the rest of the way, Peter pulling you towards him and performing some sort of awkward side step, before once again launching into his previous routine of jumping around and swinging his arms about. You mimic him, shouting playful insults at his moves as you do so. A couple of weeks ago, you never would have done this. Not in front of anyone. Definitely not in front of Peter.

You yell along to the lyrics, arms outstretched as you dance around the living room. “I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!”

Peter finds himself stopping, watching you as you parade around the room. He notices how bright your eyes are, the sheen of sweat on your skin and the red flush in your cheeks. An adoring smile creeps up on his face. He can’t help it.

You notice his stillness and the smile on his face. You squint your eyes at him, moving to stand in front of him. “Hey, I can’t be looking like an idiot all by myself you know.”

His smile only gets wider and a little laugh escapes his lips as his gaze falls to the floor. “What?”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbles.

You furrow your brows, not happy with his response. “Nope, it’s definitely something.”

His gaze returns to your face and only then do you realize how close the two of you are; faces mere inches apart. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest. His eyes flicker to your lips for a millisecond, but you catch it and before you even stop yourself, your hands are on either side of his face and your lips are pressed against his. Peter doesn’t move for a moment, clearly shocked, before reciprocating. It all feels warm and safe, and you taste peppermint and take notice of the way his hands press into your hips. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, vibrating, and even with your eyes closed you know the lights are flickering on and off. Peter pulls back unexpectedly, a surprised sound leaving his lips. “You totally shocked me Y/N!” He’s not mad though, he’s just smiling at you, his hands still at your sides.

You mumble an apology, cheeks burning red, and you bury your face in his chest, nervous and giddy and excited all at the same time.

“That was-,”

“Nice,” you finish. “Really nice.” You step out of his embrace, eyeing his bright eyes and boyish smile.

“I didn’t think you liked me back,” he says after a moment.

You frown, “I never said anything, because you know, I’m me and I didn’t think you saw me that way either.”

“Literally everyone knew except you two idiots!” You jump slightly as the voice and you turn to see Wanda peeking her head around the corner. She doesn’t say anything else, just sends a wink in your direction and saunters off.

You groan, acutely aware of all the teasing that would be soon coming your way. You lean back into Peter, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you. “Hey, remember when you absolutely hated me and wanted nothing to do with me?”

You move your head slightly to peek up at him, sincerity in your words, “You know I could never.”

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petehparker · 6 years

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ok i started writing this and didn't realize i skipped out on the mission part until like 1.3 k words in. i was also combining this with a drabble prompt that went unanswered soo. it is going to be a little different but i hope you guys still like it. will be up tonight most likely!

Added to the list, thank you!

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petehparker · 6 years

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I know you’re not taking requests I just want to say that if Peter was eating his girl out and her parents were home he would be a little SHIT telling her to be quiet

My GOD Anon, idek what to say 🤣 this made me laugh tho

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petehparker · 6 years

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Little White Lies- Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: imagine finding out Peter is Spider-Man because he was late to your date (or even missed it) for the third time and you’re so frustrated with him you tell him that you can’t do this anymore and he’s begging you to forgive him and understand and you’re like “Understand what Peter? What are you hiding from me?”

Word Count: 1165

A/N: if you enjoy the blog, please give a fellow blogger a hand and check out their blog! @marvel-ous-headcanons Written by Daisy. Please remember that I write Peter as if he is around 18-19 :) Gender Neutral Insert.

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You sit with your arms folded, fists clenched, checking the door every time it squeaked open, which at this point was completely useless.

“Seriously Peter, are you fucking kidding me,” you hiss to no one but yourself. You were fuming; angry and hurt. This was the third time he had stood you up for a date, usually citing Aunt May or Ned desperately needing his help, or staying late with Mr. Stark to finish a project. Always going on and on about how he was going to make it up to you; he never did.

You can barely stand to look the waitress in the eye, the young woman having circled by you for the fourth time. She gives you a pitiful look and you just shake your head, pathetically motioning at the empty seat before you. “I’m sorry honey,” she says as she removes the menus from the table.

You sigh, fumbling with your wallet to pay for your drink, but she stops you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t want to get you in trouble. Only one of us can have a shitty night,” you comment, trying to joke to keep yourself from crying.

She insists, “Sure my boss will understand. You take care of yourself alright.”

You nod, slipping some bills on the table as a tip anyway, before wishing her farewell. You pull your coat tighter around yourself as you were met by the brisk New York air. You can feel the tears falling, and you desperately wipe them away, wanting nothing more than to be home. Two hours you had waited. Like a fool. A fool for a boy with disheveled hair and a crooked smile and too many lies.

You’re almost home when you feel the buzzing in your pocket. You don’t even have to look. You know who it is, and he’s the last person you want to talk to. You ignore it, unlocking your front door, mumbling a hello to your parents before heading upstairs. You change out of your clothes, tossing them aside and reaching for a pair of baggy pajamas and an oversized t-shirt. You stumble into your bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face, fully intending to go to sleep and forget this entire night had even happened.

You collapse atop the sheets, willing yourself not to start crying again. You tell yourself he isn’t worth crying over; how could he be if he was always so careless? Always completely unaware of your feelings-or maybe it was worse. Maybe he knew and just couldn’t be bothered to care.

You lay there, glaring at the ceiling light; too damn upset to fall asleep. Your staring contest was interrupted by a hard rapping on your bedroom window, a silhouette leaning up against the pane. You ignore him, turning on your side so your back was to the window.

“Y/N, please! Just let me in. I’m so so sorry.”

You don’t make any effort to move. But he doesn’t leave. He keeps knocking, pleading with you. The sound begins to irritate you to no end and you swear you would scream if you heard it one more time. And you do. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, bolting towards the window. Peter could see the fury and hurt in your eyes. Naturally, he felt like complete and utter shit.

You move the latch, sliding the window open and stepping aside, your arms crossed over your chest.

Peter slides through the frame, sporting a busted lip and a cut above his brow. Another thing he could never explain. He moves towards you, his eyes pleading with you, but you step back. “You’re not getting off easy Peter. You can’t just kiss it better. You tell me the truth or it’s over. I mean it.”

“Mr. Stark and I were-” You don’t let him finish.

“And I suppose he busted your lip?”

“Took a fall that’s all. I’m ok.”

It was clear you were getting nowhere with him. “I want the truth Peter. I am sick of your half-assed lies. I’m tired of being treated like an afterthought. I waited for two hours, Peter. Two hours! For the third time this month!”

“Y/N, you don’t understand. It’s not something I can tell you.” He knows how pathetic a response it is.

“No Peter I don’t understand! What could you possibly be doing every damn night? What are you hiding from me? Are you-,” you almost couldn’t bear to say it, “is there somebody else?”

“What? No, Y/N, no I would never do that to you. Don’t you know that?”

“Can you blame me for thinking it Peter? You’re not telling me anything!

“I want to! I do. I can’t. I just can’t.”

You let out a heavy sigh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Please just go. I can’t-I won’t do this anymore.”

Peter crosses the room then, his voice breaking as his hands find the sides of your face. “Please Y/N, you know me. I’m not telling you for your own sake.” He motions toward his face, “You’ll get hurt. They’d come for you to get to me.”

“Who Peter? What could you have possibly done to have pissed people off? Who’s hurting you?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper; your fingers ghost over his swollen lip.

He doesn’t say anything, his eyes pleading with you. Silently begging you to not make him say.

“You’ll lose me, Peter. I mean that. You can keep being afraid that something will happen to me, or I can make it easy. You choose.”

He nods, pulling you into his chest. “I love you Y/N.”

You thought he had made up his mind; thought he was saying his farewell. But when you separate, he doesn’t leave. He picks his backpack up off the floor, pulling out a wad of red fabric.

“Peter what are you-”

He reaches for your wrist, using his other hand to drop it in yours. Your heart drops when you see it. A mask; one you’d seen many times before.

The tears are falling freely now. The room seemed too small and the air too thick and your heart too heavy. For him. For the weight of the world he was carrying on his shoulders, for everyone he loved that he could never tell. Hardly an adult, yet responsible for so much.Too much.

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest, “I’m so sorry Peter.” That’s all you could say. Sorry. You must have repeated it a dozen times. Peter held you close, relieved but also terrified. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

“I know.” Despite everything, you knew he meant those words.

“Can we have brunch instead of dinner dates?” You laugh at his comment, reveling in the feeling of him and the comfort he brought. Everything was ok. Even if just for a little while.

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petehparker · 6 years

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New Imagine coming tonight 10PM EST!

I know the wait has been incredibly long, thank you so much for your continued support!

Based on the following request.

imagine finding out Peter is Spider-Man because he was late to your date (or even missed it) for the third time and you’re so frustrated with him you tell him that you can’t do this anymore and he’s begging you to forgive him and understand and you’re like “Understand what Peter? What are you hiding from me?”

SNEAK PEEK BELOW THE CUT

Daisy xxx

You sat with your arms folded, fists clenched, checking the door every time it squeaked open, which at this point was completely useless.

“Seriously Peter, are you fucking kidding me,” you hiss to no one but herself. You were fuming; angry and hurt. This was the third time he had stood you up for a date, usually citing Aunt May or Ned desperately needing his help, or staying late with Mr. Stark to finish a project. Always going on and on about how he was going to make it up to you; he never did.

You could barely stand to look the waitress in the eye, the young woman having circled by you for the fourth time. She gave you a pitiful look and you just shook your head, pathetically motioning at the empty seat before you. “I’m sorry honey,” she said as she removed the menus from the table.

You sigh, fumbling with your wallet to pay for your drink, but she stops you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t want to get you in trouble. Only one of us can have a shitty night,” you comment, trying to joke to keep yourself from crying.

She insists, “Sure my boss will understand. You take care of yourself alright.”

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petehparker · 6 years

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Your most recent peter x reader ( he's dating Tony's daughter ) was sooo good can you please make more??? Thanks

We shall see anon, thank youuu

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petehparker · 6 years

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Oh imagine finding out Peter is Spider-Man because he was late to your date (or even missed it) for the third time and you’re so frustrated with him you tell him that you can’t do this anymore and he’s begging you to forgive him and understand and you’re like “Understand what Peter? What are you hiding from me?”

On it !

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petehparker · 6 years

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Added to the list, thank you!

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petehparker · 6 years

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For the drabble thing. Y/N and Peter dance together. At first nervous but then they get comfortable and confess feelings. That would be super cute. You're awesome ❤️

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petehparker · 6 years

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"Don't say a word" was sooo cute !!

SO ARE YOU

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petehparker · 6 years

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Baking Disasters

So @fanfiction-series requested prompt #3! Hope you enjoy lovely. xx -Claire Prompt: Characters cook or bake together.

“Y/N, really? You can’t spare an hour to study with your boyfriend who you love spending time with?” You could nearly hear the overexaggerated pout in Peter’s voice. “Babe, the oven’s already preheating.” You cast a look at the ingredients scattered across your kitchen counter. “I’d love to, but I committed to making something for the bake sale. I’ll call you tonight?” “Fiiine.” He dragged out the vowels before his tone switched back to the normal, not playfully whining Peter. “Talk to you soon!”

You said your goodbyes quickly, before hanging up with Peter and resuming your music.

You were only able to complete a few steps of banana bread prep before someone was knocking on your door. Since no one else was home, you set down the masher and went to answer it. Much to your surprise, you swung the door open to reveal your boyfriend.

“Surprise!” Peter cheered, smiling widely. “Every good baker needs a sidekick, right?”

You laughed as he stepped past you, grabbing your waist to press a kiss to your cheek. “This is unexpected.”

“Well, yeah. I figured nobody should have to bake alone, right?” He lead the way to the kitchen. “What can I help with?” “Um, let me think.” You glanced around, before gesturing towards the smaller bowl. “I just started mashing the bananas, do you want to do that?” He stepped up eagerly, peering inside the bowl and looking up at you questioningly. “What’s all this gross brown stuff?” You laughed. “The bananas, doofus. They need to be brown so they’re sweeter.”

He made a face. “Gross!” You rolled your eyes, pressing the masher into his hands.

“Do you need me to do it?” You questioned. He immediately shook his head no. “I’ve got this, Y/N.” You smiled, heading over to the flour and the sugar so you could start with the dry ingredients.

Peter hesitantly began to mash the bananas, although as soon as he heard the noise they made, a squelching that he seemed to find repulsive, he pretended to gag. “If they didn’t smell so good, this would be gross.”

You sighed. “Okay, Peter, you big baby, chill out. Here, switch with me.” You slid the bag of flour in his direction. “Measure 1 1/2 cups of this.” You slid the masher out of his hand and kissed his shoulder as you two made the swap, glad he was there to keep you company.

That is, of course, you turned to look at Peter and found him staring in shock at a half-empty cup of flour, the rest of the cup scattered all over your counter.

“Peter!” The rest of your scolding was swallowed by Peter’s lips on yours and the laughter between the two of you. Somehow, you knew this would be the longest baking session you’d had before.

#drabble request #peter parker drabbles #peter parker x reader

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petehparker · 6 years

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drabble night!!

Hey y’all!! I’m on a writing roll so send me a number from this list of fluffy prompts and I’ll write a drabble! List creds go to @alloftheprompts !

1. Characters adopt a pet together. 2. Characters cuddle after a cold day. 3. Characters cook or bake together. 4. Character A borrows Character B’s clothes. 5. Character A leaves little notes for Character B. 6. Character A makes Character B breakfast in bed. 7. Characters engage in a new hobby together. 8. Characters paint a room. 9. Character A buys a great gift for Character B. 10. Character A makes a gift for Character B. 11. Character A sings to Character B. 12. Characters dance around the living room together. 13. Character has a romantic surprise for Character B. 14. Characters unwrap presents together. 15. Character A paints Character B’s nails or does their hair.

#drabbles #drabble prompts #peter parker drabbles #prompts #sleepover saturday

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petehparker · 7 years

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Last Night pt 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Request: Part two of Last Night please, of them telling Tony!!

Word Count: 3,610

A/N: sorry it’s been so long! school has been crazy busy but a lot of you wanted a part 2 for this so I hope you enjoy! Check out part one here xx -Claire

“Are you sure about this?” Peter asked for the dozenth time, his fingers tugging at yours. You sighed, turning around and looping your arms around his shoulders.

“Pete, of course I’m sure. I want to be able to do this,” you gave him a peck on the lips, “without worrying about others seeing. Don’t you?”

He nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. You turned again, focusing your eyes on the door to your father’s office down the hall.

“We got this.” You breathed in and out, attempting to reassure the both of you. Without looking back, you squeezed Peter’s fingers and approached the door, knocking hesitantly.

The wall was mostly glass, so you could already see your father, his head down as he hunched over his latest project. His head snapped up at the knock and he frowned at the two of you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

You mimicked his frown. “Dad, it’s almost five.” He flicked his wrist up to check the time, and looked surprised.

“What do you kiddos want?” You sighed, knowing this conversation probably wouldn’t go so well if he was still referring to the two of you as “kiddos”.

“Dad, we have to talk to you.” Despite the nerves dancing around your stomach, your voice didn’t shake. He nodded, gesturing for the two of you to sit on some nearby stools. He hopped onto one of the counters. “What’s up?” “Dad,” you started. “We have to tell you something.” Your hand found Peter’s between the stools and you linked fingers. “Peter and I are dating.” Peter’s hand was in a near death grip with yours, but you squeezed it to comfort him. “Mr. Stark-” he started, not having said anything yet, but he was interrupted by Tony’s chuckle.

“Well, finally!” He clapped his hands together and you flinched as if he had screamed. “Seriously, guys. I get notified every time Y/N so much as opens the door to go to school. You don’t think I’ve noticed a dude in a blue and red suit climbing into my daughter’s room every week on the security feed?” He was starting to laugh. “Not to mention, the two of you went from being friends to hardly even looking at each other in my presence. Not the most subtle acting.”

Peter’s face was turning red and you started to smile. “Dad, you couldn’t have put us out of our misery earlier?”

“Oh, please, and miss this?” Tony gestured to Peter. “I’ve seen the kid mess with Captain America’s shield and not look half as terrified as he does right now.” He stood to head back over to his table, but paused, gripping Peter’s shoulder. “I don’t suppose I have to tell you that harming my daughter means your life being entirely ruined, do I?”

“N-no sir!” Peter’s eyes were wide and you clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your laughter.

Tony’s face melted into a smile. “Great! Good talk, guys. Now leave me to my gadgets. Go buy a sandwich or play with LEGOs or whatever it is that you do when you’re not flying around the city.”

“Love you, Dad. Thanks.” You pulled Peter out of the room, and as soon as you were out of Tony’s eyesight, wrapped him in a hug.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Your hands found home fiddling with the strings of his sweatshirt. “He likes you.”

Peter’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Yeah, that went better than expected.” You snorted, wrapping an arm over his shoulders despite the height difference. “All that talk of sandwiches made me hungry. Deli? I’m buying.”

Peter nodded, his lips finally turning into a smile. “He likes me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, he likes you. Now let’s go, dork!”

He didn’t let go of your hand the entire way down to the deli.

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