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lyssismagical · 4 years

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you drive me crazy, crazy for you

Parkner Week Day Two: “And I said ‘no’, you know, like a liar”/ identity shenanigans / iron lad

Peter had been talking to Harley Keener online. They’d met through Twitter, being two of the five people Tony followed, and the casual liking and commenting turned into texting and calling and skyping every chance they got.

They hadn’t told Tony, worried how he’d react to finding out they’d become friends behind his back, and Peter had decided early on that he’d wait to tell Harley about being Spider-Man. He didn’t want secrets to get in the way of their close friendship, but he needed to put his family first and if Harley ever turned on him, not that Peter thought he would, he didn’t want Harley to have that kind of knowledge.

And then, six months into their friendship, Harley admits to having a crush on Peter. They were talking on the phone, quiet and sleepy, late at night, when Harley had murmured how he needed Peter to know. That he couldn’t keep pretending he didn’t want them to be something more.

It was hard for their relationship to change from the way it was. Harley lived in Tennessee, Peter in New York, neither of them capable of taking time off to see each other, nor were they able to afford plane tickets. But it felt real anyways.

And then Iron Lad shows up in Manhattan.

“I know you’re here to help, but this is my city,” Peter says, Karen filtering his voice to sound lower. “I don’t team up with just anybody.”

“I know!” Iron Lad exclaims, sounding surprised more than anything. “I don’t want to get in your way or be a problem, but if you need backup, I’m always available.”

Peter frowns, rolling his eyes when Karen sends him another alert of crime. He loves being Spider-Man, he loves patrolling, he loves helping people, but his window of time to call Harley is shrinking every time he goes to stop another crime. It’s been three days since he’s gotten the chance to talk to his boyfriend.

But Iron Lad is standing across from him, suit built strong and colored the same reds and golds as Iron Man’s, and Peter knows it would take half as much time if he let the new hero help him.

“Fine,” he says, trying his best to come off as nonchalant and flippant. “Let’s go then. Prove yourself, and then we’ll see about a team-up, okay?”

Iron Lad nods quickly, muttering a few things to himself and his own AI, and then his comms are linked to Peter’s.

“Perfect. Lead the way, Spider-Man.”

He was right, it does go a lot quicker to have Iron Lad at his side, they manage to detain the criminals, call the police, and save everybody from the robbery within ten minutes. And even when Karen alerts him to another crime on the other side of the city, he doesn’t feel too guilty passing it off to Iron Lad.

“You’ll let me know if you need back-up?” Peter asks before he lets Iron Lad go.

“I’ve got it, Spidey. Have some faith in me.”

Peter smiles behind the mask. He’s never had somebody look out for Queens, he’s never been given the option to go home early, he’s never had the opportunity to choose himself over the city.

When he gets home, tugging off the suit and grabbing his phone, immediately hitting Harley’s contact and preparing to ramble about the school day he had, it’s still before midnight. He rarely ever makes it home before midnight despite it being his curfew.

He’s disappointed though when Harley doesn’t pick up.

He tries again, hoping maybe he just didn’t get to his phone in time, but again, nothing.

“Hey, sorry I couldn’t call earlier, I got caught up at the Lab with Tony,” Peter starts when the phone dings to signal his voicemail. “I hope you’re okay… I’m sorry we keep missing each other lately. It’s like we’re just a little out of sync. Only another year, right? And then Boston together? Just like we promised?”

He takes a deep breath, suddenly finding himself choked up. Long-distance relationships are hard. They always are. Online, long-distance, wanting nothing more than to be with him in the flesh, but not being able. It’s hard. There’s so much longing, so much desire, so much he wants to say and do.

“I’m waiting for that hug, you hear me? Next year, when we get to Boston, you better give me one of those dramatic, running hugs in the airport. Anyways, yeah, call me when you can, okay? I miss you.”

Out the window, he can hear the sound of Iron Lad’s repulsors, going after the sound of echoing gunshots. And next door, May’s sleeping soundly. But Peter’s chest feels carved open, missing so desperately and longing for his boyfriend to just be here. He wants to be held, wants to feel whole, wants to feel loved, but he wants all of that from somebody who lives a thousand miles away.

He curls up on his side, phone still clutched in one of his hands like Harley will call him at any second, and cries into his pillow, wishing so badly for something he knows can’t happen.

* “Peter! I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your calls. I was busy last night and I forgot to text you. I’m so sorry. Text me and let me know when you’ve got a chance to call though, I probably can’t talk late tonight either. I’ve got news coming in a little bit, but I don’t know how soon I can tell you… I know what you mean about being out of sync lately, but it’ll be okay. Text me? I miss you.”

The voicemail ends, the third time Peter’s listened to it without replying or trying to call Harley. He knows Harley would be on his way to school by now, without data, so there’s no point in trying.

Harley’s voice helps soothe the ache in Peter’s chest just a little bit, but it doesn’t help knowing that the end to this lapse of communication might take weeks, months to sort out. With exams coming up, junior prom, the need to get a summer job, and whatever Harley’s doing in Tennessee, they’re just going to get busier.

“You okay?” May peeks her head into the room, somehow able to sense his misery as quick as if he were still crying.

“Me and Harley haven’t spoken in four days,” Peter admits, staring down at the seemingly harmless text message. Morning darling! Sorry I missed your call. We still on for the Skype session on Sunday?

May’s face softens, slipping into the room to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “That happens. Things happen. It’ll get easier.”

“I want it to be easier now.” He sounds pathetic, whiny, desperate. “I don’t want to wait another year for him, for us.”

Boston feels like a lifetime away, like an untouchable dream. MIT, the two of them together. He’s scared it won’t work out, that going from this long-distance relationship to living together in Boston, going to University together, won’t work out and they’ll have to kiss their relationship goodbye.

“Oh I know you do, honey. I know this is hard, but I know how much you care about Harley and how much he cares about you. You’ll figure this out, I promise.”

The way that she says it makes it sound like letting go is still an option. She says it likes it’s possible for Peter to say goodbye to Harley and move on, take a different path. She says it like Peter could ever break up with Harley.

“I just really wish he were here.”

May kisses the top of his head comfortingly, and Peter loves her, he does, but he wishes nothing more that it was Harley instead.

* MJ and Ned both comment on how strange he’s acting. Daydreaming the time away because his relationship feels like it’s on thin ice, like one wrong move will make the Jenga tower crumble, so he thinks about Boston, about a future, and nothing else. He stares at his phone, at the text messages he doesn’t bother answering, at the voicemails that he knows by heart. It’s been two weeks since he last properly spoke to Harley.

Tony notices it too. “What’s up, kid? Tough day at school? Iron Lad giving you trouble?”

“I’m okay, not a big deal,” he says. Tony doesn’t know and Peter doesn’t want to tell him, not before he talks to Harley first, not that he really thinks telling Tony about a crumbling relationship is a good idea.

His phone rings before Tony can argue with him.

It’s Harley. His silly picture, one he got from his sister, appearing on the screen.

He wants to talk to Harley, he wants nothing more than to ask him to please come to New York, drop everything because Peter’s never wanted to see him more than he does now. But he knows Harley can’t. That’s just the way it is.

So he lets it go to voicemail. He tries not to let the pit in his chest grow anymore than it already has, but it does, longing and cold. It’s hard for him to feel much beyond the longing these days. Harley’s the only thing on his mind, the only one that could help him.

“I think I’m going to go out if that’s okay,” Peter says, voice breaking. He turns his phone on Do Not Disturb and pockets it. “I’ll text you if I need any help.”

Tony doesn’t bother trying to stop him, quickly telling him to be home by curfew and to be safe, before Peter disappears out the door.

He changes in his bedroom, slips out his window, and scales the side of the building to get to the roof.

Iron Lad lands beside him only moments later.

“Hiya, Spidey!” he chirps. “You want backup today?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Peter knows he’s missing the enthusiasm he normally has whenever he talks to Iron Lad. They’ve teamed up frequently over the past couple weeks, and Peter’s been enjoying the nights of solitude when he can leave the safety of Queens up to Iron Lad.

Iron Lad’s tone immediately changes to one of worry and confusion. “Everything okay, Spidey?”

“I miss my boyfriend,” he admits quietly. He hates that he can barely function when he isn’t talking to Harley, that he relies so deeply on their relationship. He sits down on the edge of the roof, feet kicking absentmindedly, and Iron Lad joins him a second later.

The superhero laughs, not unkindly, and nods. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Hey, I know this might be a longshot, but have you ever helped a Peter Parker? He lives around here, works with Tony, goes to Midtown.”

“No!” Peter blurts quickly. How Iron Lad knows him, Peter doesn’t know. He doesn’t recognize the voice, not that he really puts it past him to use a voice modulator, Peter does too. “Why? You know him?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

It feels like the floor falls out from under him, heart hammering in his chest. His fingers hook under the edge of his mask, prepared to throw everything on the line.

“Harley?” His voice is shaking and high, wanting so desperately for it to be him. He doesn’t care about logic or hidden identities or the possibility of Iron Lad being a liar, he doesn’t care because he wants it to be true so badly.

Iron Lad’s faceplate pops open, revealing-

“Oh my god, Harley!”

Peter doesn’t wait another moment, yanking his mask off, curls bouncing around his ears, smile widening until it almost hurts, and tosses his arms around Harley’s shoulders. They nearly fall off the edge of the roof at Peter’s excitement, but Harley rights them, arms winding around Peter’s waist tightly and mouth pressing against his temple.

“Holy fuck, oh my god, I can’t believe this is real,” Harley breathes, mouth brushing against Peter’s skin as he speaks. “You’re real and oh god you smell so good, so much better than I imagined, and I can’t believe you never told me you’re Spider-Man, oh my god.”

The longing, the cold gaping hole in his chest, the pure misery that had settled when the insecurities had crept into his head, it all soothes. Harley’s here, in New York, in Queens, in Peter’s arms. He’s here and he’s real and he’s murmuring his excitement against Peter’s forehead, arms tight and chest warm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I’m sorry we were so out of sync. I’m so sorry-”

“I’m sorry,” Harley says, pulling away enough to look at Peter. The younger boy nearly starts crying at just how real Harley is, freckles splashed out across his tanned skin, eyes wide and so blue in a way that Peter could never really see over Skype. “I wanted to surprise you. Mom got transferred to the New York branch of her job. I was going to tell you, but between moving here, taking over as the new Iron Man, enrolling in school, and babysitting my sister, I didn’t have the time to surprise you how I wanted to. The dramatic airport scene you wanted. I’m sorry.”

Peter shakes his head, vision blurry with tears and hands trembling as he cups Harley’s face gently. “You’re staying? Like forever?”

“Forever,” Harley promises, smiling through his own tears. “And I know this is soon and crazy and out of euphoria and shock, but I love you, Peter. I love you so much and I couldn’t survive another year without you, you mean too much to me to lose.”

“I love you too. God, I’ve missed you, I’ve been craving this since we got together. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He finally lets himself kiss Harley, slow and sweet, letting himself memorize everything, soothing the last of the ache in his chest. This is all he’s ever wanted.

Peter refuses to let go of Harley, linking their fingers together and sticking without meaning to.

“This is real,” he says, voice thick with emotion, staring unashamedly at Harley and his blue eyes and his freckles and his jawline and his fluffy hair, unable to stop crying no matter how hard he tries.

Harley’s real and here.

Harley grins, boyish and so unbelievably happy, and kisses his breath away.

“It’s real, darlin’.”

Taglist: @littlemissagrafina @spideygirl2003 @romeoandjulietyouwish @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @pj-hermes-tonystark-obsessed @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @kitkatwinchester @emo-girl10 @justme--emily @hold-our-destiny @imalivebecauseirondad @spiderman-peterman @dykeragee @maryserrao @heeeyitskay {Let me know if you wanna be added or removed}

#lyss writes #parkner week 2020 #parkner #peter parker #harley keener #iron lad #spiderman #I wrote most of this after an 8hr shift w no sleep so don't judge this lmao #Me?? Writing more online dating AU's?? Pffft

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parker417k · 3 years

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Fanfic Ideas: Parkner/Parley

So I’ve had a few fanfic ideas about Parkner (it can be a friendship if you don’t ship them, plus these are just ideas so if you want to write similar fanfics you can still change it) so I thought I’d write a few of them out, but I’ll probably add more later so if this is updated, then that’s why. Anyways here they are:

1. A fic where Harley enrolls at Midtown (I’m thinking of this idea as something similar to ‘By every definition, Peter Parker was soft’ by TakenByEmrys where Peter’s classmates or basically everyone in the school thinks Harvey and Peter won’t get along or that Harvey is going to be mean to Peter but then they realize that Peter and Harvey were (dating or friends) all along and (love each other or are best friends).

I know I keep saying I want these fics to be similar to another fic, but I’m really just trying to get across what I want the plot to be based around and have that as a kind of example, I’m not trying to copy the ones that have already been written.

2. I’ve seen like two or three time travel fanfics and I think it would be cool to have more of those. Maybe one where it’s like years after Spider-Man Far Away From Home (MJ and Peter would have broken up and Harley and Peter would have been friends after that and eventually gotten together, but not right away. I’m thinking Peter would be living in the cabin -not sure if that’s what it was but anyway- or some kind of safe house and Harley would for some reason be living there too or staying there, but that’s just another idea.) Anyways, it’s years after that and Harley and Peter are either engaged or married and try to rebuild the time travel device thing and end up traveling back in time to save Tony. (Now I’m thinking that they wouldn’t just leave everyone else behind just to save Tony, like they love him but they also love everyone else [Also, just to be clear I meant they love him as a father, just want to be clear because some of the fanfics out there that are made about *that* scare me] so I’m thinking maybe most of them died in a car accident (Pepper, May, Ned, MJ) maybe all going to visit them at college? I know that sounds bad but they have to have a reason to go back and they would abandon everyone else to save Tony no matter how much they want him back. Also, I’m thinking Morgan would go back with them because I don’t want to kill her off so yeah, grown up Morgan.) You can choose when they travel back to. They could travel back to like the Iron Man movie years or just go back to a few years before Endgame, idc.

(Please comment if you want to write any of these).

#parkner #parley #harley keener #peter parker #harley keener/peter parker #relationship reveal #time travel #honestly any well written fics about them are great #Fanfic Ideas #fanfic ideas

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shadedrose01 · 4 years

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The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Turned Very Good Day

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Harley has a bad day, then Peter promposes to him.

Tags: Febufluff, Day 11, proposal, Promposals, light angst, Light Angst, Harley is sad at the beginning, But he gets happy so its okay, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, sweet and cute, Cute, Sweet, short and sweet, Im pretty proud of this one, Even though its short, Mutual Pining, Gay Harley Keener, Bisexual Peter Parker, Boys In Love

Day eleven of Febufluff: "Proposal"!

Harley puffs out a long sigh, dragging his feet to his locker. It has been one of the worst days Harley could remember having. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and late, so he had to rush to school. He hadnt eaten breakfast because of the aforementioned lateness, so he was starving by lunch time. He realized that he had forgotten to pack a lunch, so he had to buy the cafeterias terrible, cardboard tasting food. He bombed a literature test that he had studied for for days, and he had almost failed a math test on top of that. AND, as if that wasn't bad enough, he noticed that his friends were acting... weird around him all day. They would be talking in their little group, but as soon as he approached them, they'd stop and act like they weren't doing anything. MJ was constantly whispering things to Ned, and Ned to Peter, and they almost seemed like they were avoiding him at times, ducking out of the way as soon as he tried to approach them. He wasn't going to lie, it hurt like a bitch, and he was the entire day wondering what he had done wrong, thinking about the hushed conversations and immediately drawing assumptions. I mean, they had to be talking about him, why would they stop whenever he was around if they weren't?

Peter was the worst of the bunch, and that made Harleys heart ache even more. He was acting jittery all day, nervous, picking at his clothes and his nails, being extra jumpy, and stumbling and stuttering over his words like he used to when they first became friends, almost two years ago. Harley thought they had moved past that awkward stage, had grown and become so much closer in the past two years, especially in the past few months where guys thoughts of Peter went from 'best friend' to more. But Harley must've thought wrong. And it sucks.

So yeah, a terrible, awful day. The only thing keeping him going was that it was friday, and now, that it was the end of this day, so he could go home and not have to deal with any of this shit anymore (minus the fact that he has a mountain of homework to do, but he couldn't handle to even think about that right now, so he doesn't). He puts in his combination, and tries to open the locker, but the lock doesn't budge. Of course, even his locker would fight him today. He just wants to go home. He redoes the combination again, slower, and it opens (thank god). He goes to put his last classes books away when he catches glimpse of a bright pink stick note attached to the inside of his locker door.

'meet us at the chem lab, loser -MJ'

Harley grits his teeth, feeling a flash of irritation swirl in his stomach. What kind of sick joke is this, to avoid him and talk behind his back all day, only to try and meet up with him now?? But the feeling soon disappears, drowning in the pit of despair Harley's found himself in all day, and Harley finds himself shutting his locker, making his way to the specified lab. Because why not, really? What else could go wrong?

Harley doesn't know what he is expected when he pushes the heavy door open, but it sure as hell wasn't this. Right in the middle of the room, stood directly in front of Harley is Peter, Ned and MJ stood on either side of him in some sort of open triangle formation, all three of them wearing the lab safety gear, lab coats, big, goofy goggles, gloves and all. But the thing, the person that catches Harley's attention right away is Peter, it's always Peter, but more specifically, the bouquet of roses in Peter's arms, the shy, anxious smile on his face, and the poster clutched in his other hand. Harley's reads the words on the big page ('I hope you don't react badly, but I think we have some great Chemistry together. Prom?') and immediately bursts into tears.

Peter's eyes widen in fear, but before he can panic too much, Harley launches into Peter's arms, hugging him tightly as he sobs loud, ugly sounds. Peter embraces him just as tightly, the poster and flowers getting in the way and making it slightly awkward, before coughing slightly. "I-uh- I had- have a speech but uh, I just- are you okay??"

He sounds so worried, and Harley cant help but to laugh loudly, pulling away with the biggest smile on his face, even as tears run down his face. "I'm perfect." He whispers shakily, sniffling and wiping away the snot that starts to run from his nose with his sleeve. "Tell me? Please?"

Peter smiles back lightly, still noticeably worried but mostly relieved, before clearing his throat, his fingers twitching nervously. "Harley Keener, you have been my best friend for two years, 5 months, 13 days aaaand," he squints at the wall over Harleys shoulder. "6 hours ish, but who's keeping count, right?" Harley chuckles a little at that, ignore the tears that are still pooling at his chin and dripping onto his shirt. "And those two years have been some of the best in my life. And lately, I feel like our friendship has grown and evolved into something- something better, something..."

"More." Harkey finished for him, and Peter's doe eyes light up, his lips tilting up higher.

"Yeah, more." He whispers, something looking like hope growing behind his pupils, behind his irises. "So, uh, I was wondering if you maybe not only wanted to go to prom with me, but maybe wanted to go as... my boyfriend?"

Harley feels himself brighten at the words, feels his chest loosen and his heart soar, his body glowing and tingling, and he sobs again, choking out a firm "yes, yes!" before hugging him again, burying his face into Peter's shoulder, the wetness on his face soaking into collar of the lab coat. But its okay, because he can feel Peter's wide grin buried into his neck. He hears his two friend cheering around them, Ned shouting out "I'm so posting that online!" and MJ stating "Finally, you two idiots wont be pining after each other anymore."

Harley just laughs again, and pulls Peter, his prom date, his boyfriend closer, any memory of his bad day fading into oblivion.

#febufluff #Febufluff #day 11 #proposal #promposal #prom #fluff #parkner #parley #harley keener/peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds #slight angst #but nothing too bad i promise #cutesy

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starkerxstarker · 4 years

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A,e,g,i,n, and r! Please

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

Obviously starker but I am super into teenker (Peter/Tony/Harley) and there’s just not nearly enough content and I need more. Basically any ship combo between those three I like.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I haven’t published any crack but I definitely contribute to crack and shenanigans on discord.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Honestly my first OTP/favorite ship was wincest (Sam/Dean) and I still fully love it to this day.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I mostly keep to myself on tumblr so for the most part other people don’t bother me too much. Tumblr has never driven me out of a fandom that I was in, but just having to see posts like discourse or other annoying shit in other fandoms has lead me to think badly about some fandoms and block tags but none that I’m actually in.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Oooh this is kinda hard, the starker fandom has a wide range of things to offer so I’m generally pretty happy with it but definitely 1) more bottom and/or sub Tony 2) puppy play fics (my #1 guilty pleasure kink to read) 3) inclusion of Harley for teenker content (lol does that count?)

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

I really like Peter and MJs friendship. I like them as a relationship as well but Peter and MJ being bros is great.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

#ask

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springerconnie · 5 years

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Summer birthday

Summary : It’s your birthday and none of your friends can be here. You’re bored and your family help you to forget about them, but you miss your friends and your best friend Peter has forgotten you. You’re just sad until your godfather arrives with a surprise for you.

Taggs : best friends to lovers, a lot of fluff, stark!reader

Why on earth were you born during summer? That was the question you kept asking yourself. Being born in July had its advantages, of course. It was often sunny and your parents had sometimes less work, if we could say that (being the daughter of a superhero wasn’t easy either, but that was an other story).

You had to admit that it was sometimes fun to not have classes that day, but for you, it was mostly annoying because your friends weren’t there. Today, you were turning eighteen and all you wanted to do was to spend time with Ned, MJ and Peter. Unfortunately, they all had their own plans, letting you celebrate your birthday alone.

Someone knocked on your door and Tony entered your room a few seconds after.

“Get up, sleepy head”

“Hmmm…” was the only answer you gave him.

“Come on y/n, you’re not gonna spend your birthday lying on your bed”

“What if that was my only wish? Would you really deprive your favorite daughter of her one and only dream?”

“Oh you wanna play that game?” Tony asked with a smirk, and you already knew this wasn’t good. He walked towards you and he threw himself into your bed.

“No, dad, stop!” you said, struggling to get away, but you couldn’t stop laughing. You were so happy to have him right now. It took him a few minutes before he let you breathe and sat next to you. You were both laughing so hard that Pepper wondered what was happening and entered your room too.

“What is happening right here?” she said with a smile, seeing the two loves of her life in front of her.

“Dad won’t let me realize my dream mom, please help me”

“Hey, it’s not my fault if your dream sucks” Tony replied and Pepper just rolled her eyes, laughing slightly.

“I made pancakes so just come eat them and maybe i’ll help you out after” your mom said, and she left the room.

You looked at Tony. “The last one there has to run with Steve tomorrow”, you said before getting off your bed and running so quickly to the kitchen, closely followed by your father.

The rest of the day was calmer and you were getting bored. Even if your family had helped you not to think about them, you were missing your friends more and more. You had received a few messages from Ned and MJ, but you still haven’t heard from Peter yet. He was your best friend and he would have forgotten your birthday? You knew he was a bit forgetful sometimes but he was always thinking about you. That was the reason he was your best friend, and that was also the reason you started to fall in love with him a few months ago. No one knew this, except from MJ. You had to talk about it with someone and MJ was really observant, she had guessed it before you even told her. In fact, you might have been in love with him since the first sight, but you hadn’t realized it before New Year’s Eve. You didn’t want to spend the night at the big party the people in your class was throwing. That wasn’t really your thing, and Peter had decided to spend the night with you. You had watched comedies all night, and you had just looked at him. You were seeing his smile, hearing him laughing, and at this exact moment, you had realized what was happening. You were in love with him, but you couldn’t tell him. His friendship was the most important thing to you, and you couldn’t ruin that.

You were in your thoughts when your father entered your room again.

“Y/n, get dressed, your godfather is here”

“What? Rhodey is here? But why?”

“Don’t ask and just get ready to leave” Tony said before leaving the bedroom.

You were completely lost but you did what he said. You put on a legging and a big sweatshirt and went outside to see Rhodey leaning against his car. You ran to hug him.

“What are you doing here?”

“You really think I’ll bring you where you have to be in that outfit?”

“First of all, hello. I’m happy to see you too. Then, what’s wrong? This is my favorite sweatshirt”. It was the first gift Peter bought you. It was a red sweatshirt with written in blue the sentence “the only man I care about is spiderman” and that have made you laugh so hard. “Plus, I don’t even know where I’m going, I’m not changing myself if you don’t tell me where you’re bringing me”

“You’re such like your father, you know that?” Rhodey told you and you laughed, because that was the only truth. “Y/n, I can’t tell you because if you haven’t guessed it yet, it’s a surprise. Stay like that if you want, but just go get a dress to change when you’ll get there”.

You rolled your eyes but decided to listen to him, and after a few minutes, you finally left your home.

It took a bit of time, but Rhodey finally parked the car. He looked at you with a smile.

“Okay, take your bag and then you just have to enter the bar. Enjoy your evening peanut”. That was the nickname he has always gave you, and even if you’ll never admit it, you kinda liked it. You smiled then and turned your head to see that you weren’t in front of a bar but in front of your favorite coffee shop ever. It was where you spend all your time after high school, just to have fun with your friends, or to work your exams. It was your place, and you wondered why you were here right now. You get out of the car and after a few seconds, you opened the door. As you entered the place, the lights were lit and Ned, MJ and Harley were in front of you, holding a big sign where it was written “surprise”. Someone put a hand on your shoulder and you jumped in surprise but when you turned your head, Peter was in front of you.

“Happy birthday y/n!” everyone said, and all you could do was laughing and crying at the same time. All the things that happened, Peter not sending you some messages, Rhodey talking about a surprise, the coffee, you should have guessed what was up. But you didn’t, and you felt stupid. But you forgot about that quickly because all your friends hugged you, and all you wanted to do now was to enjoy your night.

Everyone was enjoying the party. It was so simple, because they were only five and they were drinking milkshakes and laughing at some dumb holidays stories, but that was the kind of party you liked. After a moment, Ned, Harley and MJ was playing a game that was too weird for you to understand. You laughed and looked at Peter, who was already looking at you. You were sure you were blushing and you just hoped so hard he hasn’t noticed it. The music changed and your favorite song, Hotel California, starting to play.

“You wanna dance?” Peter asked you.

“Yes”, you said way too quickly. Stupid y/n, you’re just stupid, you thought, but Peter just laughed and it helped you to relax a bit. You stood up.

“Oh, wait, I can’t dance like this, I- I have a dress and I can go change and-“

“Y/n”, Peter interrupted you, “I don’t care. You’re beautiful this way, like always”.

You were now as red as your sweatshirt and you were sure everyone had noticed, but Peter took your hand and put one of his on your waist. You started to dance together, and he was lip-synching the lyrics of the song to make you laugh.

“So, you liked the surprise?” he asked you. “Because I know you don’t like big parties, and I know you wanted to be with us, but I’m not sure that was what you wanted and-“

“Peter”, you interrupted him this time, “it’s the most amazing thing someone ever done for me. I just- I love you so much”

“What did you say?” he asked and stopped dancing.

Why did I say that? What do I do? You asked yourself, panicking. You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. You already screwed up, so you just had to say the truth.

“I said that I love you. You’re my best friend and I’ve always loved you. You’re the most important person in my life, and this, this party, it’s a beautiful surprise. I thought I couldn’t love you more, but I was wrong. Every day, you surprise me and I just fall in love with you again and again”

For a few seconds, or what it seemed to be an eternity because you felt like the time has stopped and that the world has stopped turning, you waited for Peter’s answer.

“Please, say something” you asked. And instead of talking, he kissed you. He kissed you with passion and it took you a bit of time to realize that it was happening. Then you kissed him back. When you broke apart, he finally talked.

“I wanted to tell you something tonight, I prepared this for so long, but you beat me to it apparently. God, you’re so beautiful”. He kissed you again slightly. “I love you y/n”.

You smiled and put your head on his shoulder. Then you started to dance again together, under the whistles of your friends who had saw everything. “Shut up”, Peter said. You laughed again. This was your best birthday ever.

a/n : this is my first character x reader fic ever but i spend so much time writing it and i loved writing it so much so even if i’m not as happy as i thought with how it looks well i hope you liked it!

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Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 4

Notes: Here’s chapter 4! Please continue to like/comment/reblog this series, it really does help me out a lot! This chapter is...very angsty. Not a lot of fluff in this chapter, if any at all. :)

Summary: You reach out to Peter to make amends for what happened at the party.

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 4

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1,356

Warnings: A lot of angst.

When you wake up the next morning, you know there are bags under your eyes.

You roll over and grab your phone, immediately dialing Peter’s number. You need to talk to him about this. You need to clear the air with him.

“Hey, this is Peter’s voicemail! I’m, uh, probably at my...internship right now, yeah, so, sorry if I missed an important-- beep.”

You don’t leave a voicemail.

“Bullcrap, Parker.” You sigh and dial his number again. You are going to talk to him this morning whether he likes it or not.

Nothing. He doesn’t answer the phone. This time, you do leave a voicemail.

“Peter, answer the dang phone or I’ll march over to your apartment right now.” You threaten. Once you end the voicemail, your phone pings. You check your texts.

Spidey Boy: Not answering.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way, then.” You run downstairs, completely blowing past Harley and your father on the way down. You get into the first car you see and speed off toward Peter’s apartment.

When you arrive, you run up the stairs to his apartment as fast as possible. You ring the doorbell.

Nothing. He won’t even answer the door for you.

“Two can play at that game.” You huff, running back down the stairs and into a nearby alley.

You double-tap your watch and your suit builds around you. Using your built-in repulsors, you fly up to his window and slide in easily. You double-tap your watch again and the suit melts away.

“I thought I locked it!” Peter shoves his window shut. You shrug.

“Should’ve double-checked. If that didn’t work, I would’ve just blown a hole through the wall.” You cross your arms.

“That would cost you.”

“I’ve got the money.”

“What are you doing here, anyway?” He groans, sitting back down on his bed in defeat.

“I’m here to explain what happened.” You sigh, your fighting demeanor dropping instantly.

“I know exactly what happened. You lied to me because you didn’t want me to know you and Harley are dating. Why? I don’t know, (Y/n/n). I don’t know.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You roll your eyes.

“Please, Parker, let me speak. Harley’s not my boyfriend.” You clench your jaw, sick of him putting words in your mouth.

“Then why did he say he was?” He asks. He lets his head drop into his hands.

“I don’t know--”

“Bull, you do.” He takes his head out of his hands and looks at you. His face is no longer angry, just pleading for the truth.

“Harley...Peter, Harley and I aren’t dating but...I’m in an arranged marriage with him.” You tell him your secret and a burden is finally lifted from your shoulders. Peter stills.

“You’re...what?” He whispers, shock and hurt mixed on his face.

“I’m in an arranged marriage with Harley.” You repeat, letting it sink in.

“And you didn’t tell me?” He stares at the floor. You’re not sure what’s going through his mind.

“I...I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I-I didn’t know how. I’m sorry,” You say. You can’t let him know that you didn’t tell him because you have a crush on him and didn’t want to ruin your chances while you can still date.

“Does MJ know?” He asks, his voice low and soft.

“...Yes.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and you see a tear slip out. Why is he so sad?

“Get out.” He mumbles.

“What?” You gasp lightly, eyes going wide as you stare at your best friend who is telling you to leave him.

“Get out,” He says more firmly this time, staring you defiantly in the eyes. You don’t move.

“I-I...Pete--”

“I said get out, (Y/n). I don’t want you here.” He stands up, opening his bedroom door and pointing out.

“Pete, you don’t mean that...right?” Tears prick at your eyes. Your heart drops in your chest.

“Don’t call me Pete. Leave, (Y/n). I mean it.” He grits his teeth and refuses to look at you. You get up and walk to him.

“I’m sorry,” You say and lay a hand on his shoulder. He shrugs it off and says nothing. Your heart shatters.

This time, you’re not sure who will pick up the broken pieces with you.

With tears in your eyes, you step out of his room and leave his apartment. You want to take it back, but you know that would only lead things to be worse in the future. You want to go back to the time he showed you he was Spider-Man. You want to tell him.

You want to go back to the ice cream shop and watch as gets ice cream all over himself. You want him to laugh at your jokes again because he thinks they’re so dumb they’re funny.

You want everything to be okay between the two of you again. You want the hollow, aching feeling in your chest to go away.

You walk home, calling Happy to pick up the car since you need a walk.

You walk the streets of New York, your mind occupying you as you run over the million little things you did wrong that led you to where you are now.

One: you didn’t tell Peter right away. That was your first mistake. You should have let him know as soon as the two of you became friends.

Two: you had a crush on him. That didn’t make anything better since it just helped the two of you become even closer friends than before.

Three: you had an opportunity to tell him over ice cream the other day and you didn’t take it.

Four: You didn’t tell him your true reasoning for not telling him sooner. You didn’t express your feelings, you just let him push you away. Perhaps that was the biggest mistake of all.

You finally arrive back at the compound. You walk all the way back to your room, not catching a glimpse of Harley or your father anywhere in the compound.

You collapse onto your bed and let yourself break down. You’re a sobbing mess on your bed, finally letting the tears fall because this isn’t a petty misunderstanding anymore. This is something that could potentially ruin your friendship.

That thought alone terrifies you more than anything else in the world.

“(Y/n/n), you’re never going to believe this. I just saw MJ and--” Harley bursts into your room with a smile, stopping short when he takes in your state. He sees your tears and your messy makeup.

“Peter...he- he--” You cry, breaking down again. Harley comes to your side, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me what happened yet. I’m still here for you.” He strokes your hair. He presses his lips into the side of your head, holding you close to him as your body shakes from the continuous sobs from your broken heart.

He doesn’t know that it’s a broken heart, but it is.

When the tears finally die down to sniffles, you decide to tell him what happened.

“Peter told me to get out of his apartment whenever I told him that you and I are technically engaged.” You sniff, burying your face further into Harley’s chest. He stills.

“Is he jealous or something?” Harley asks. You look up at him and see his jaw is clenched.

“No, of course, he’s not. He has MJ. He’s just hurt that I didn’t tell him sooner. And I get that, it’s my own fault. I’m just...I wish...it didn’t happen like this.” The tears come again. Harley softens once more and pulls you back to him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lays the both of you down on your bed.

You lay your palms flat on his chest and close your eyes, letting the tears flow freely as you try to get some much-needed rest after all of your crying.

“Get some sleep,” Harley murmurs into your hair, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to soothe you. You hum in response and finally drift off into a much happier dreamland.

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Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 6

Notes: Chapter 6 is here! I hope everyone enjoys...this is a sad chapter :) I’m sorry. Please continue to like/comment/reblog, all of it helps much more than you could ever imagine! Thank you!

Summary: You get a surprise visit at Harvard.

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 6

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2,462

Warnings: Death, fighting, burns, being attacked, etc. Otherwise, this is angst from beginning to end :)

(Flashbacks are in italics!)

You yawn and get out of bed to make breakfast. You and Peter have been going strong for a year now, and you can absolutely say that this is the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. For real this time.

In fact, tomorrow is your anniversary and you’ve planned a special date with Peter. You’re going to finally tell him that you’re in love with him. Neither of you has said it yet because of the impending doom of your father, but you’ve figured it out.

You promised Peter that you’d tell your father this Christmas break, which is only a month away. You’re scared, but you’re confident in you and Peter’s relationship. You have to tell MJ, too, she doesn’t know yet.

You’re making eggs when you hear a knock at your door. You smile to yourself, already knowing that it’s Peter. You walk over to the door and open it up with a goofy grin.

“Hey-- dad!?” Your eyes widen as your father pushes past you and into your apartment. He turns around.

“Hey,” He says, looking over at the eggs cooking in your kitchen. You smile lightly and shut the door, going to finish your eggs.

“This is a surprise.” You giggle, deciding to make scrambled eggs instead. You were too late for any other kind of egg to be cooked properly.

“I know.” He sighs, rubbing his temples.

“Well, of course, you know. You’re the one who surprised me.” You laugh, putting your eggs on a plate.

“No, (Y/n), I know.” He growls. You look over to see him glaring at you.

“Know what?” You whisper, gripping your plate of eggs tightly in your hand.

“I know that you and Peter are dating behind my back.” He tells you. The plate drops to the ground, shattering on impact. A piece or two grazes your foot.

“Dad, it’s not what you think…” Your heart rate speeds up. What does this mean?

“Oh, so you didn’t deliberately go behind my back to be in a relationship with my intern, a fellow superhero, while you were at college and away from me? (Y/n) you have a duty to uphold, you’re supposed to be married to—”

“I don’t want to marry Harley, dad! He’s my best friend, I don’t want to marry him!” Your breathing becomes labored as tears prick at your eyes.

“It has been planned for ten years now, there’s no backing out. you need to cut off your fling with Peter, it’s distracting the both of you and quite frankly, I can’t have it. I’m sorry.” He tries to end the conversation, but you won’t give up that easily. Not anymore. Not when Peter’s on the line.

“Dad, I’m not going to just--”

“Yes, you will, because I’m not allowing you to see Peter at all anymore. Not only is your fling cut off, but your friendship is also. You cannot see Peter anymore. You have to break up with him and cut him off entirely and...and don’t let him know I’m behind this. I can’t have him be mad at me, too.” Tony takes his sunglasses off and points them at you.

“What? Dad, you’re being irrational!” You yell, clenching your fists.

“You will obey me, (Y/n/n), I am your father.” He glares at you, his own fist clenching around his sunglasses.

“Dad…” You trail off, not letting him see the tears that are threatening to spill.

“I’m coming back this weekend. If the relationship isn’t cut off by then, there will be consequences.” He demands. Your eye twitches.

“How did you even find out?” You lower your voice.

“That... doesn’t matter.” You see his eyes flicker to your living room. You gasp.

“You bugged my apartment.” Your eyes grow wide as you realize what he did.

“What-- I would never!” He seems angry that you would suspect him of that. You run to your living room, flipping over the coffee table. Sure enough, there’s a small bug planted on the underside of it.

“Liar! You bugged my coffee table, that’s how you knew!” You scream at him, throwing the bug on the ground and crushing it under your foot.

“...yes, it is.” He admits, trying to calm himself down. He’s unsuccessful.

“You’re still trying to control my life!” You yell, kicking the broken bits of the bug at him. He loosens his grip on his sunglasses and puts them back on, staring at you for a second longer.

“I do control your life,” He says before walking out of your apartment.

So much for a friendly visit from your father.

You let all of the tears fall that you didn’t want him to see. You sink to your knees, completely forgetting about your surroundings. You scream, throwing anything you can at the nearest wall. You’re terrified of losing Peter.

But you have no choice. If you don’t, you’re afraid you’ll be disowned. Who are you, if not a Stark?

~+~

You open your door and see Peter standing there, a wide smile on his face and flowers in his hands. He leans in for a kiss and you kiss him back fiercely, knowing this might be the last time you’ll ever get the chance. He finally pulls away, much to your dismay.

It’s your anniversary night, the night you promised Peter you’d go on a special date with him to commemorate a year of being together. The night you had planned to finally tell Peter that you’re in love with him.

How you wish you could just go on that date instead of doing your father’s bidding.

“Hey, Pete, come in,” You say, already holding back tears. You sit on the couch with him, setting down the flowers on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, cupping your cheek. You let the tears start to flow.

“I...I can’t do this anymore.” You blurt, closing your eyes tight. Peter’s hand falls from your cheek.

“What...what do you mean? Why not?” He asks. You open your eyes to see him already staring at you, pure confusion in his expression. You let out a shaky breath.

“It’s too hard, Peter. What if my dad finds out-- what about Harley?” You try to make up excuses, but you can’t convince even yourself.

“We said we were going to tell your dad at Christmas. We’ll figure out a way to stop the marriage, I swear.” He goes to wipe a tear away but you push his hand down.

“What if we can’t, huh? What then?” You murmur, wiping away your own tears. His confusion spreads to hurt at your words, realizing what’s probably coming next.

“We will, I promise you. I promise.” He takes your hand in his, hurt melting into determination. He won’t let go of you that easily.

So you have to make it harder for him to stay.

“There’s another reason I can’t do this anymore.”

“Which is?” His eyebrows furrow. He’s worried. He’s angry. He has every right to be. You’re already heartbroken, now you have to make him feel the same way.

All because of your father.

“I’m in love with Harley,” You say.

“(Y/n/n)...you’re not serious, are you?” His eyes desperately search your face for any hint of a joke or a lie. You stay stone cold.

“I am serious. I want to marry Harley. I don’t want to see you, Peter Parker. At all. Please leave.” Your voice cracks when you say his name, an accurate representation of what you’re feeling in the moment.

Tears fall down Peter’s cheeks.

“You don’t mean that, (Y/n/n). Please. I..I lo-” He starts to whisper, letting go of your hand. You cut him off.

“Don’t. Please, Peter, don’t say it. It’ll make it easier for both of us if you don’t say it. I...I mean all of this. Don’t call me (Y/n/n) anymore, it’s (Y/n) or Miss Stark. Actually, forget it, don’t speak to me at all. We’re through, get out of my apartment.” You get up and go to the door, opening it for him. You can’t help but let a small sob slip past your lips as you walk away from him. He follows you to the door, lip trembling as he stands in front of the open door with you. You long for his embrace again.

You want to open up your heart to him, to tell him that you’re in love with him and that it’s your father’s fault.

You want to hear him say that he loves you, too.

“Don’t make me go.” He pleads, reaching for your hand one more time. He doesn’t want to go.

You don’t want him to go, either. You have no choice.

You look away. Footsteps echo through the hallway as he walks away from you, complying to your wish. He put up a fight, but in the end, he would always do what you ask of him.

That includes leaving you if your heart is set on it. As much as he hates it, he won’t force you into a relationship that you’re not happy in.

He wants your happiness above everything else, including his own happiness.

You shut the door behind you, pressing your back against it. You sink to your knees and let out the sobs you were holding back. You cry and cry, not able to hold in any of your emotions anymore.

So you let it all go.

~+~

After a couple of hours of crying, you finally get up and take a shower. You even change into new clothes, helping you gain a little bit of your sanity back since you feel nicer again.

You decide to go on a walk.

You walk out of your apartment and down the street, taking in the beautiful views of the campus. You see your favorite cherry tree across the street, sending you back to the good old days.

“Peter, over here!” You call out to your boyfriend of two weeks, giggling as he sees you and starts running over.

“Hey, there you are. I was wondering which tree you meant.” He laughs as he slows down to a jog and stops in front of you.

“I said cherry tree, you goof.” You scrunch your nose at him, poking his chest.

“You did not s--” He’s cut off by a raindrop on his nose. You look up to see storm clouds forming above.

“We’d better get out before it starts ra--”

Too late. Rain falls from the sky heavily, soaking you to the bone. You shiver and look over at Peter with wide eyes. He quickly strips his jacket and holds it over you, even though it does no good anymore.

“M’lady.” He chuckles, getting under the jacket with you. You giggle and look up at him, setting your hand on his chest. He presses his forehead to yours.

“The jacket doesn’t help much since I was already soaked beforehand.” You point out, reaching up on your tip-toes to brush your lips against his.

“I suppose you’re right.” He lets the jacket fall to the side as he captures your lips in his. As the jacket falls to the side, his hands wrap around your waist. You sigh into the kiss, relaxing against him even in the heavy rain.

That was one of the moments you would always remember with Peter. You tear up at the thought of not being able to kiss him anymore. You aren’t able to do anything with him anymore.

You continue to walk, stopping at an alleyway where you and Peter would always change into your suits before patrolling the city for crime. You worked well together, you’re sad it’s gone.

You’re sad he’s gone.

“Hey, aren’t you (Y/n) Stark?” A man asks you, coming up from behind. You spin around and raise an eyebrow.

“Um, yes, that’s me.” You nod, looking at the man curiously.

“Perfect.” He grins at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into the alley. You yelp but overall are not very scared.

“Let go of me!” You growl, reaching over to hit him. He blocks it and throws you to the ground.

“(Y/n) Stark...imagine the ransom money I could get from you.” He smirks, rubbing his hands together.

“Creep,” You roll your eyes and get back up, dusting your jeans off, “now, if you don’t mind, I still have to take a walk to clear my head.”

You lunge for him, tackling him to the ground. You get in a good punch or two to his face.

“Not so fast.” He reaches over and grabs your waist. You realize his hand and arms are hot.

Burning hot.

“Ack!” You yell, trying to jump away from him but he holds you still. You scream, kicking him where it hurts before wriggling out of his grasp. He falls to his knees but grabs your ankle before you can escape.

“You’re not going anywhere,” He grunts, dragging you back to him. You kick him in the face and he lets go, letting out a horrible groan. You double-tap your watch, letting your suit envelop you.

You aim your repulsor at his leg but he grabs your neck, choking you. You gag against the heat of his hand pressing hard against your throat. He holds you up by your neck, letting your feet kick under you.

“Let-- go!” You gasp, turning one of your hands into a knife and cutting his arm. He lets go with surprise and you fall to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. You start to run because this is an evenly matched fight that you’re not sure you can win. You may have your suit, but he is a thirty-year-old man with fire powers.

“No!” He yells, grabbing you by the calf. You scream at the intensity of his hand against your calf, spinning around and holding both of your hand repulsors up at him. He takes this opportunity to grab both of your wrists, keeping them in a heat-locked grip. You cry out in pain, as the skin bubbles and burns. He lets go of one of your hands and grips the other with both hands. You scream, lifting your other repulsor up to him and firing immediately.

His grip goes slack and he falls to the ground, a hole in his chest.

“Briggs?” You ask, your voice too shaky to form any other words.

“Yes, boss?” The AI in your suit responds.

“Call Harley.” You fall against the wall, sinking to the ground, next to the body of the man who tried to kill you.

“Calling Harley,” Briggs tells you. The phone rings two times before Harley picks up.

“(Y/n/n)? What’s up?” Harley answers, sounding as nonchalant as can be.

“Help.” You whisper.

Everything goes dark.

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