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chaoticparker · 2 years

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✧ stark!y/n (peter) ✧

a list of peter parker fics with stark!reader for a main trope. don’t forget to support these writers by reblogging their fics and leaving them feedback! any new fics i find will be added here.

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last update: 26/06/2022

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✦ far from you trilogy** by @hey-marlie ✦

↬ y/n stark & peter parker have known each other since they were in eighth grade & have been inseparable best friends ever since. but in the aftermath of thanos’s destruction & the losses they’ve both endured, y/n & peter must navigate a new understanding of who they are to one another all through snarky comments, badass fights, devoted friends, & a whole lot of hilarious moments & eye rolls (usually from y/n). this trilogy follows peter & y/n from the summer going into their senior year of high school through their senior year in college, along with 30 blurbs to shed some light on their lives together before, during & after the trilogy.

↬ status: completed

✦ cruel intentions** by @perpetuelledaydreaming ✦

↬ It was a bet. It was only supposed to be a bet between you and Harry Osborn. Traumatize Peter Parker by sleeping with him? Easy. Another sexual conquest in your book, and yet as Peter stares into your eyes you can’t help but feel as if your heart is going to burst from your chest because no one had ever looked at you that way.

Tony doesn’t approve much of your choices and is freaked out about you hanging out with Peter, but you aren’t sure why apart from the obvious bad blood you have with your dad. Lots of blackmailing, lots of parties, lots of angst and angry discussions, and lots of possibly steamy moments, right? All in the name of a wager.

↬ status: on-going

✦ linger by @totheblood ✦

↬ y/n stark is a new york socialite, going to school and having fun with her friends. what happens when her life is in danger and she doesn't even know? even worse, what will happen when she finds out the person sent to protect her was her new friend, peter parker? | social media au

↬ status: completed

✦ two slow dancers by @totheblood ✦

↬ y/n stark has always hated peter parker but her hate is taken to a new level when she finds out he’s the soul heir to her dad’s legacy. sadly, its up to these two angsty teenagers to protect the world and they cant do that if they’re fighting all the time. or y/n beats peter’s ass and he likes it

↬ status: on-going

✦ father by @marvelsswansong ✦

↬ When Tony Stark finds out that he had a teenage daughter through a phone call, he was over the moon at the thought of being a father. Unfortunately, his daughter is distant, difficult and refuses to even acknowledge him as her dad. He never would have thought in a million years that it would be a certain Peter Parker who would change everything.

↬ status: completed

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✦ the baby assignment by @vendettaparker ✦

↬ When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

↬ word count: 3.8k

✦ they call it ‘puppy love’ by @/vendettaparker ✦

↬ Peter has an adorable accident in the lab; resulting in his new irresistible look.

↬ word count: 3.6k

✦ something about you by @loveaffaire ✦

↬ Something about Peter irked you to death even though everyone thought he was sweet. Something about you screamed untouchable and that made Peter feel something he couldn’t understand.

↬ word count: 3.6k

✦ the favourite by @softspideys ✦

↬ you’re convinced your dad likes peter parker more than you, until he saves your life.

↬ word count: 3.6k

✦ something to remember me by by @ptergwen ✦

↬ idea for a peter x stark!reader: the graveyard scene at the end of nwh and reader is there with happy, visiting tony's grave (lets just pretend he was buried in the same place as may) and she sees peter but doesnt remember him at all :((

↬ word count: n/a

✦ bodyguard by @magicalxdaydream ✦

↬ your dad is on a mission and demanded Peter to stay with you.

↬ word count: 1.6k

✦ break it in** by @simplyparker ✦

↬ Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun

↬ word count: 2.4k

✦ dinner by @chaoticparker ✦

↬ Your father, Tony Stark, unknowingly invites Peter to a family dinner. Problem is: he doesn’t know you two are dating, and he told you to bring your partner.

↬ word count: 3k

✦ what good boys do** by @vampireinbusiness ✦

↬ Peter can barely handle you in the short skirt you're wearing during dinner so you let him show how much he loves them later.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ secret by @petrparkrslut ✦

↬ you and peter are still in your honeymoon phase, and can’t get enough of eachother. although, having to keep it a secret from your dad and the rest of the avengers makes that nearly impossible.

↬ word count: 3.2k

✦ you belong with me by @spidernerdsblog ✦

↬ You can’t get over your feelings for Peter. Based on ‘You belong with me’ by Taylor Swift.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ see you again by @/spidernerdsblog ✦

↬ you discover an old video diary and its sends a whiplash of forgotten memories buried deep inside your mind reminding you of a promise you made to your best friend.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ prom our way by @seolaseoul ✦

↬ You and Peter ditch prom, but ended up celebrating more than you anticipated…

↬ word count: 2.1k

✦ stolen moments by @waitimcomingtoo ✦

↬ your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ clinging onto you by @ynscrazylife ✦

↬ The Avengers unexpectedly find out that Tony’s daughter Y/N and Peter are dating.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ wisdom teeth by @arvinsescape ✦

↬ Parker x stark!reader where he gets his wisdom tooth taken out and the minute he sees reader he starts spilling out his feeling and calling her cute pet names n stuff and tony was actually very happy hearing it until he starts talking about his dirty fantasies with her.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ the cure for insomnia by @ptergwen ✦

↬ some people drink tea, others like to read, but peter has you.

↬ word count: 2.1k

✦ thunderstorm by @/marvelsswansong ✦

↬ Peter and you hate each other and can never seem to get along, much to the dismay of your father, Tony Stark. That is, until one stormy night and your fear of thunder changes everything.

↬ word count: n/a

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chaoticparker · 2 years

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Tipsy

peter parker x reader

summary: Peter plans to ask you out tonight–sober, but instead he asks you out drunk

warnings: peter not being able to handle his alcohol

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: i posted this last week but of course tumblr was being a bitch and it didn’t show up in the tags but enjoy!

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“Do you know when she’ll be here?” Peter leaned against the bar, looking over the choices on what he could possibly get.

“Dunno--can I get a whisky?” Harry asked the bartender and they nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle.

Peter sighed as the man handed the glass to Harry then looked over to him, “you?”

“Just the water's fine.” He nodded and left the boys alone again. Harry gave Peter a strange look as he sipped his drink. “Wanna keep a clear head for tonight.” He explained. “I think I’m going to ask her out.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, almost choking on his drink. “You’re doing it tonight, huh? Think you’ll chicken out again?”

The bartender placed Peter’s water on a napkin and left to tend to someone else. Peter rolled his eyes at his friend's words. “I’m not going to chicken out-”

“-again-”

“Not the point. But it’s simple, all I have to do is offer a drink, flirt, then ask her out on a date.” Peter said, matter-of-factly. “There is no better place to ask her out.” Peter gestured to the rest of the large room with guests all around.

Tonight's gathering was one of Tony’s charity balls, with a surprising amount of celebrities and just overall rich people coming to show support and donate--although, most of them probably were there for alternative motives. In Stark fashion, the ball was extravagant. The room itself was most likely worth more than Peter himself; chandeliers with expensive diamonds dangling, priceless paintings hung up on the walls. And the people attending were a completely different type of rich. Gold rings and silver necklaces adored peoples bodies. Suits and dresses styled to perfection, not a piece of imperfection in sight.

It was safe to say that this is one of the most classy events that Peter has ever, and will ever, attend. There was no better place than to ask you out. Not to mention he had it all planned out: first he would offer you one of your favorite drinks, do some casual flirting, and then ask if you want to go out on a date. Though, now that he was here--waiting for you--he soon realized that this plan was not specific enough at all.

“Dude,” Harry snapped Peter out of his thoughts and pointed at the staircase. He turned around as his jaw slacked a little. You were wearing black gown, one that made Peter swear you were an angel. Not an imperfection in his sight.

Except for the devil that had his arm around you.

You were smiling, the type of smile that is only shown when he makes you laugh, not whoever you were with. Not this person who doesn’t know you like he does.

“Who is that?” Peter spat, his words a bit too harsh for not knowing what was going on.

“Mhmm.” Harry squinted his eyes to get a better look at who you were with, and to focus a bit better. “Manny something… I think his dad is some other tech giant.” Harry waved over the bartender, “can I have another?”

“Can I have one too?” Peter asked, sighing as he rubbed his forehead.

“Thought you wanted a clear head?” Harry joked, trying to change Peter’s suddenly unpleasant demeanor.

“Thought you were supposed to hype me up?” Peter said tad harshley. The bartender placed the two glasses each on their own napkins and Peter quickly drowned his glass, it stung the back of his throat and started coughing.

Harry patted his back and took a sip of his own, biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “It’s a sipping whisky, dude.”

“No shit.” He coughed again, then straightened his back. “And there’s no point in keeping a clear head now. Not with him around.”

“Peter, stop being so fucking dramatic over everything.” Harry sighed, then when he glanced away from Peter and caught your eye and smiled, he quickly shoved at Peter to get him to focus.

“Hey boys.” You chimed, still walking next to your friend. “This is Manny.”

Harry greeted him with a handshake while Peter just asked for another glass. “Nice to meet you. From Roxxon Energy right?” Harry quired.

The tall man chuckled, “yeah, me and my dad are here to support and donate to the charity. We always take on the opportunity to support the homeless” Peter turned around with a glass in hand and you removed your hand from Manny’s arm. “I ran into y/n just outside and we wanted to catch up.”

“I thought it was a charity for kids-” Peter started

“That’s nice, anyway I’m Harry and this,” Harry shoved Peter, interrupting him while pulling him away from his drink. “This is Peter, excuse his moodiness.”

Peter rolled his eyes and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of his moods. You knew better of course. Last time he was like this was when you missed hanging out with because of work, you tried to make it up to him, but he was acting just like this.

“Peter, I'm so sorry I’m late.” You slammed his door shut as you dropped your bag and jacket on the floor to look for him. “Peter?” You shouted, but there was no response.

You entered his kitchen and saw a single dirty plate, and excess food stuffed away in the pot that was still on the stove. You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t think too much of it. Maybe he just made too much? Maybe he just wanted leftovers for lunch tomorrow?

You didn’t realize until now that soft music was playing. When you looked over to the table, you saw it was set up for one person, while the other spot opposite it was bare, excluding the placemat where Peter must have sat.

“Peter?” You yelled again, continuing to look around the apartment. You heard a crash then what sounded like a tumble from down the hall and you quickly to the sound.

You entered his room and found him sitting up on his bed, bottle of alcohol in hand, with his laptop open playing some weird video compilation.

“Peter?”

He looked up at you and you saw his red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and an alcohol stained shirt. His eyes widened as he quickly wiped his nose with the back of his hand and hid the bottle on his side poorly behind a pillow. He slammed the laptop shut and threw it to the opposite end of his bed and used another pillow to cover his face.

“Peter.” Your voice was stern but laced with concern. You went over to his side of the bed and calmly sat down in the right spot so you weren’t touching him. You took the bottle and kicked it further away from you both, regardless if it even had any liquid left in it, it smelt revolting and with Peter’s alcohol stench, you didn’t need anything else clogging your senses.

“Peter, come on, you should at least lay on your side.” Peter pulled the covers up over him and you sighed. But to your surprise, he reluctantly did as he was told and rolled over to his side. Away from you of course, but you didn’t know why he was acting like this.

Normally when he’s drunk he gets all loud and starts laughing at the most random things. But now? It was clear to you that he was at least a little tipsy, but why did he start drinking? Did it have something to do with you working late? Or whatever evening he had planned.

“I’m going to get you some water, alright?” You patted him on his back through the bedding and got up. On your way to the bathroom, you put his laptop on the floor, just so it wouldn’t get crushed. You filled a cup up and walked back to his room and held out his drink for him.

“Drink.”

Peter shuffled around under the covers and shook his head.

“Come on Peter, I don’t know how much you’ve had tonight and you need to stay hydrated.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Peter-”

“No, just leave, I’m fine.” Peter grumbled a little louder this time. “Just go.”

You sighed and quickly thought about what to do. You didn’t want to leave him alone, not in this state, but you wanted to respect his wishes.

“I’m leaving the water here.” You placed the glass on his bed side table and got up. “I’m going to crash on the couch tonight, let me know if you need anything, ‘k.”

Peter grumbled, but not stopping you from staying, knowing damn well that all his super strength couldn’t get you out if he even tried--not that would ever want to. When he heard his bedroom door shut, he let out a breath. He partly sat up and started drowning the water; thankful for your presents at last.

“I’m not moody.” Peter groaned, but reluctantly held out his hand for Manny to shake. Manny smiled and Peter gave a half hearted one back, though Manny didn’t seem to notice or care; Peter used his strength and squeezed his hand just a bit too much, when Manny let go, he rubbed his hand. “Just thirsty.” He took another sip of a different beverage that he somehow ordered with a sly smirk.

Harry eyed him suspiciously and made a mental note to ask about it later. He clearly saw how irritated Peter was and knew that calling him out on it infront of you would make everything worse.

“It was nice meeting both of you, and y/n, let me know how that offer turns out.” Manny smiled, politely kissed your cheek then left. You waved him off but didn’t see Peter's jaw tese or his nose flare.

“What's this offer of yours?” Peter spoke up, a little bolder as the drinks were starting to hit him.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You blew it off, moving past them for the bar. “Just a water please.” You told the bartender and he handed you your drink.

“No, no, don’t blow us off. What's this offer?” Harry nudged you, giving you a smile to butter you up. “I’ll pay for our lunch tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You sighed. “I kinda got this offer for an important position at my work...” You sheepishly said. Peter and Harry’s eyes went wide and looked like they were going to shout. “Shut up, I can’t say much about it yet, but I’m really proud of it so far-”

“Y/n, I’m so happy for you!” Harry yelled a little too loud for your liking, but luckily everyone was too engrossed in their own anecdotes to their friends to care about people at the bar.

“W-why didn’t you tell us?” Peter asked, his voice was softer than before. Not as aggressive but more stressed and confused. Every detail about Peter’s life, he shares with you; and he easily understands how you aren’t as open as him, but this? Leading a foundation and doing your dream work? How could you not share any of this with him first?

“It's a lot of publicity and I wasn’t sure if I could handle everything.” You shrugged, drinking your water. “Plus it wasn’t important.”

“How could it not be important?” Peter bellowed. This did turn some heads and you could hear some whispers. Heat went to your cheeks at the drifting eyes and you never so badly wanted to punch Peter.

“Peter, what's got you so mad?” You asked.

“Nothing! I’m perfectly fine!” Peter drowned another drink and tried to walk away, but in reality, ended up stumbling away, only barley not falling on the floor and embarrassing himself.

“What's wrong with him?” You wondered out loud as he walked away, taking a glass of champagne from a tray on the way.

Harry wondered what he should say for a moment. It was obvious that he was upset that your friend was with you, Peter was jealous and it seemed that everyone knew it too. “Dunno”

He wondered what he should do, but before he could say anything more you both turned your heads at the sound of glass breaking. Everyone seemed to have the same idea as you, heads were turned to the direction of the sound and you saw Peter standing suspiciously close to the broken glass.

You looked back to Harry and you both groaned. Lucky, Peter distanced himself from the accident, but looking at him he had a guilty face on and you knew he was at fault here.

“I’ll deal with it.” You grabbed a cup of water as you headed for Peter’s direction and pushed your way through the crowd, all of which seemed to go back to their own conversations, completely ignoring what just happened. Although, the workers at the party seemed to give Peter a side eye.

“Peter!” You whisper-yelled. His head snapped up to you and he smiled, champagne from his newly acquired glass dripping down the sides of his mouth and onto his suit. “Get over here!” You pulled his arm, subtly taking him away from the people and into a bare hallway.

“What he actual fuck were you thinking?” Now you could yell at him properly this time. Making sure your words got through his tipsy brain. “You’re really stupid aren’t you?”

Peter leaned against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. You kneeled down in front of him and handed him the water.

“You’re pretty you know?” He smirked, or tried too. The complete 180 of his moody behavior earlier which took you by surprise.

“Drink.” You pushed the cup up to his lips with your fingers.

Peter smiled and as he took a sip, he remembered his plan: offer drink, flirt, confess. You were the one who offered the drink so he might as well skip that one, and with the alcohol burning threw his system he might as well start, in the best way he can, to flirt.

“Why are you blinking like that? Are your eyes okay?” You fretted. You cupped his face and moved it to the light, close to poking his eye.

“W-what do you mean? That was supposed to be a wink.” Peter whined, hitting his head a little too hard back against the wall, causing him to let out a groan.

“Winks are only supposed to be with one eye dumbass, you were blinking.”

Peter scoffed and moved your hand away, “that was a wink.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“Oh come on, just let me have this.” Peter uttered. “Just believe me, it was a wink.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You sat down completely now, making sure not to scruff the dress you were wearing.

“But you did see it--you know what, nevermind.” Peter huffed, “You just don’t believe me.”

“What even is there to believe?” You muttered. “More importantly, why did you get drunk tonight?”

“Why are you so pretty?”

“Why can you just answer the question?”

“Why can’t you just answer the fucking question?” Peter raised an eyebrow, or tried to raise an eyebrow. He ended up just raising both and flaring his nostrils, looking stupid. He giggled a bit and smiled, a couple drops of water dripping down the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t even know what to say, just-” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Just how are you feeling, do you want me to get more water?”

“Why are you not taking me seriously! I’m fine.” Peter grumbled, but when he looked at you, he knew that you still doubted him. Your eyes were wide and unmoving from his head looking for any sign of injury, it was clear how much you didn’t think Peter was capable of doing much of anything.

“Maybe because you’re trying to flirt with me?” You answer. “You’re absolutely smashed and going through one of your moods.”

“You wouldn’t even believe me if I confessed and said that I love you.”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE DRUNK AS HELL!” You yelled before taking a quick breath to calm yourself down. “You can’t think straight and everything you’re saying is bullshit.”

“But it’s true! Grant it, I didn’t want you to find out now but I really do! I-I had this whole plan and I was going to ask you out then mr jawline came in and then I got nervous and started drinking and then getting clumsy and here we are!”

You blinked at him a couple of times then reached for his empty cup. “I’m going to get you a refill. Don’t move.”

You got up, leaving him trying to ramble his way to get you to stay but you ignored him. To you, it sounded like nonsense and there was no point in staying. You spotted Harry still over by the bar, talking to someone you couldn’t quite recognize. When he saw you, he excused himself and ran up to you.

“What's up with Peter?”

“Drunk out of his mind.” You scoffed. “Babbling random nonsense at me, needs to sober up quickly.” You gestured for another glass.

“Oh yeah, what's he saying?”

“Confessed his ‘love’ for me.” You chuckled. The bartender handed you another glass of water.

Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head as he spat his drink back into his cup. “Really?”. In all honesty, he never believed that Peter would actually go through with his plan, nevertheless while drunk. He wouldn’t even go through his plan when you came to his place a couple hours late. He’s too much of a perfectionist.

You laughed again. “Yeah, normally he's all moody when he’s drunk, now he’s just acting all weird.”

“Do you love him?” Harry asked. You brows quirked at the question, normally Harry would never intrude on anyone's personal life, at least not this directly.

“Why do you ask? It doesn’t really matter.” You sighed. When you heard the words come from Peter’s drunk mouth, you wanted to punch him for giving you false hope. All you have ever wanted for him to say it to you, but you never thought you had to specify that he meant it.

“Look, I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should actually say anything but Peters being too much of a pain right now.” Harry sighed. “He does mean it when he said that he loves you, tonight he had a plan to confess but then he saw you with Manny, got scared and then got drunk.”

“I’m sorry, what-”

“Harry!” You turned around and saw Peter standing beet red and lips pursed. He came over and avoided your gaze. “Why the fuck did you say that” He whispered very loudly.

“Because you’re being too much of a pussy to say anything!”

Peter looked like he was going to be sick and you and Harry quickly took him back into the hallway. “We should get him home.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll get a car, are you okay waiting with him?”

“Yup.”

“Great, and don’t vomit.” Harry ran off quickly, leaving you and Peter alone.

A few seconds passed, you holding Peter's arm around your shoulders to keep him up but looking in completely different directions. Peter sighed and looked over to you, he was in no way sober yet. His head was pounding and he desperately needed some sort of medication, but looking at you took his pain away.

“I never wanted you to find out like this.” Peter started, pointing at his drunk self. “And I never wanted Harry to tell you.”

“It’s alright.”

“But I do love you. Do you-” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Do you feel the same way?”

“Peter, you really are too drunk for this conversation.” You sighed, looking back at him.

“But do you-”

“Yes, Peter. I do.” You sighed.

“Really?”

“Yes, now shut up, you’re gonna vomit if you get too excited.” Though, on the inside you were squealing like a kid on their birthday. He likes you. He wants to be with you. Out of everyone in the world, the billions of people living and breathing alongside you, he chose you.

Peter was thinking the same thing. The beautiful person that is you chose him. How he would ever get so lucky he has no idea, but he wants to thank every star for it. And unlike you, he was drunk out of his mind, and he is very emotional. He started tearing up a bit, sniffling and wiping his nose on the sleeves of his expensive suit.

You looked over to see a weeping man--more like a little boy--crying his eyes out and snuffling. He coughed a bit, then blew his nose in the fabric. You worried for a second you were a bit too harsh on him. You wrapped your arms around him and he buried himself in your chest. He smiled but still sniffled into your chest.

“A-are you okay?” You stuttered, not knowing how to deal with a crying drunk grown adult. You were just glad that no one else was around to see this.

“Yeah, but uh, I need to show you how much I love you.” He pulled apart from you.

“Maybe when you get home you can drink five cups of water?”

“No, no, no, that's not what I mean.” His hands went on top of his chest where his heart is. “I want to give you my heart because you own my heart. I don’t want it anymore! It’s not mine, it’s yours!”

“Peter-”

“It’s been yours since we first met!” He whined, and he went back to hugging you. “I-I just want you to have all of my love.” He snuffled again.

“We can talk about this more when you’re sober.” You decided. His rambling nonsense was sweet but also tiring for you and himself. “And don’t worry, you have my heart too.”

Peter hummed against your chest and you hugged him back. “I really hope I’m not too drunk to remember this.”

“Harry is never going to let you live today down, so I’m sure he’ll remind you in the morning.”

“I don’t think I’d mind.”

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