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ptersmj · 2 days ago
hey i saw this on tik tok and i had to read it so could you write an angsty fic where the reader is mad at peter/tom for something and their punching his chest and he lets them until they just break down crying and it’s like super soft thank you 🤎🤍
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warnings: swearing and angst
a/n: we all know how i feel about angst to fluff hehehe happy reading <3
eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds.
exactly how long it’s been since peter left and took part of you along with him.
he ditched queens for asgard, wakanda, whole different fucking galaxies. he ditched you for the avengers.
there was an open spot on the team for peter. he’d finally felt he was ready to claim it. yes, the people of queens needed him. but, he was also needed elsewhere and far more so. he had no choice but to step up.
that meant he had to say goodbye. to aunt may, to his friends, to you. peter didn’t simply bid you farewell and head on his way, though. he ended things.
for good.
ever since, you’ve been learning how to mend your broken heart. it’s a work in progress. you know deep down that a piece will always be missing as long as peter still has it.
you haven’t stopped loving him, even though it would be so much easier if you had.
eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds later, someone knocks at your door.
your healing heart shatters when you answer.
you thought you were better. you thought you were moving on.
then, peter showed up.
“no,” you choke out, swinging the door closed in his face. he holds out a hand to stop it. “y/n, wait. please hear me out.“
you make another attempt to force the door shut. tears well up in your eyes, peter pushing it back open.
there’s no use in fighting him on it. he’s too strong.
peter’s own eyes are pleading. the guilt, the remorse is written all over his face.
the two of you just stand there, neither sure what to do next. it’s been so long. yet, you still feel the same. you love him and hate him and crave him as much as you did the day he skipped town. you’ve carried that with you, let the pain control your every waking moment.
peter steps forward to come inside. you step back, angry tears running down your cheeks.
“you don’t get to waltz back in here like you never fucking left,” you spit. hurt flashes across peter’s features. “i’m not… that’s not what i’m trying to do,” he speaks calmly.
scoffing, you wipe the tears dripping down your skin.
“what are you trying to do, peter?” you demand. “why are you here?”
you notice the cuts carved into his knuckles as he wrings his fingers nervously. a faded scar peeks out from the hem of his sweater, and you don’t even want to imagine what bruises he has under it.
“it was time to come home,” peter admits, clasping his hands behind his back when he catches you looking. “because… you’re my home, y/n. i made a mistake, and i’m so sorry.”
you wish he would’ve said that a lot sooner.
“i don’t believe you one bit,” you dismiss peter. you move out of the doorway so you’re closer to him. “where were you?”
peter doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even react when you jab a finger at his chest, the ragged breath you let out fanning across his face.
“you were gone almost an entire year, and i didn’t hear shit from you!” you shove peter backwards, shouting through your sobs.
he stumbles, but quickly finds his footing.
“no calls, no texts. you could’ve been dead in a ditch for all i knew,” you laugh bitterly. “it’s not fair, peter. i don’t understand how you could leave me like… like this!”
your fist collides with peter’s chest once again. he lets it, which makes you somehow angrier. you do it again, and again, and again until it’s out of your system and fresh tears are flowing.
“where the fuck were you?”
your voice cracks, fingers hooking in the collar of peter’s sweater and gripping onto it. you feel your knees starting to grow weak.
peter springs to action. he helps you into your apartment despite your refusals earlier, shutting the door behind you two. at last, you fall to your knees and pull him down with you.
he brings your head to rest on his chest, where you instantly bury your face. his fingers weave into your locks, free arm wrapping around your middle.
he’s holding you the tightest he possibly can, afraid he’ll lose you if he lets go.
“i’m here now,” peter coos, running his fingers through your hair carefully. “i shouldn’t have left before, but i’m here now.”
his lips brush your temple, other arm trailing down to your middle. both your arms hook around his waist. a whimper escapes you, peter shushing you and resting his chin on the top of your head. he presses more kisses to your scalp, you nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“i love you, peter. i’m… i’m sorry,” you manage to get out, pecking a spot on his neck. he smiles to himself at your words.
“i love you, y/n. i’m sorry, too.”
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starryspidey · 2 days ago
Peter Parker x fem!stark!reader
Summary: 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. 
Warnings: mentions of sex
w/c: 3k
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“Are you free this Friday? There’s a party going on in Brooklyn that we got invited to.”
“I think so, but can’t we go out sooner? It feels like I haven’t seen you in years.” You placed your phone on the desk so your loving boyfriend could see you on facetime all while trying to do the impossible challenge of finding a day that would work for your next date.
“What about tomorrow night? I could end patrol early?” Peter was swinging around New York, heading back to his apartment in Queens. You could hear the wind whistling and the occasional curse that he would say when he almost dropped his phone. 
“I can’t ask you to do that.” You sighed. Trying to come up with your own little solution to your deprivation from Peter and his from you. “I just want to be close to you.”
You’ve been talking with Peter for a good couple hours about everything and nothing. Patrol was slow today and even when he did see some suspicious behavior, he would always set the phone so you could see what was going on; he promised it was an accident that it set up that way and that he didn’t mean for you to see his fighting skills, but you knew he was just trying to impress you not to subtly. 
But, no matter the day, the circumstances, or anything really, all of your conversations always came around to asking about when your next date will be. This conversation has gone on too long and you're both too tired. Peter spent all day crime fighting, and you spent all day in the lab, running around trying to figure out how to get certain metals to withstand chemicals for a project. 
And if you weren’t so tired, you probably would’ve noticed the footsteps of Tony Stark, coming down the hall to check up on you. Just as he was about to knock on your door, he heard talking. 
“I could come over tomorrow night after I’m done with everything? And we could be as close as you want.” Peter joked, though, through the door Tony couldn’t quite make out the voice. All he could hear was the sentence and your faint laughs; not to mention the ringing in his ear.
“I dunno, could you sneak over tonight so maybe-”
“Hey Y/n!” Tony barged into your room and you quickly hung up on Peter, pushing your phone to your chest. Your eyes went wide as you just stared at Tony, not sure how to proceed depending on how much he just heard.
“Who was that?” Tony bellowed, he had his hand crossed and his foot was tapping on the ground. You’d laugh and call him a drama queen if you weren't scared shitless. 
“No one.”
“Yeah, and that's what I said when I was your age.” Tony scoffed. “Now fess up, who were you talking to?”
“Just…” Fuck, he defiantly heard you, but you’re not too sure how much. “Someone.” He clearly never heard you say Peter’s name, and you did not want him to find out about your secret relationship.
“Well maybe this someone should come over for dinner.” Tony offered, trying to come off as comfortable, but he clearly had alternative motives. “You’ve got Friday free? Why not then?”
You knew what he was going for. If you didn’t want to admit who it was, Tony thought that was a huge red flag, thinking you're dating some ‘bad influence’ but in reality, you're more likely to be the bad influence rather than Peter. 
“Actually, I’ve got-”
“Great, I’m thinking seven sharp, and tell this, uh.” Tony looked at you for a second, not wanting to say the words. “someone to dress nice. They have to impress me of course.”
“But what if I have plans and didn’t tell you?” You tried. “I could have a secret life you don’t know about.”
“You apparently do!” Tony sassed. He sighed and put his thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of his nose. “Look, I want to control your life as much as I can and you having a special someone in your life who you’ve done lord knows what with-”
Tony stopped himself, trying to calm down. “Point is, I am going to be the nice father that I am and get to know whoever has been stealing my daughter's time away from me.” You sighed and knew getting out of this dinner was pointless, you gave up and nodded. “Great, I’ll start looking for something we can all eat I guess.”
You sighed as Tony exited the door. You quickly took your phone and saw a bunch of text messages from Peter. 
You smiled at Peter and quickly texted him back. 
Can you come over tomorrow night?
You saw the three little dots appear and Peter responded pretty quickly.
Oh really ;)
You scoffed and texted back.
Not like that but my dad *might* kill you.
The next night came and when Peter snuck into your room, he was panicking from your dramatic text message--something you clearly learned from your dad. You had been separated the whole day; you were busy working in the lab while Peter was on patrol, so he was extra anxious about what was going on. 
Peter nearly fainted when you told him about the dinner Tony unknowingly invited him too. You had to give him a couple little kisses just to sooth him as much as you could, but it was fruitless. First of all he didn’t like missing the party, Harry had told him all about it for the past few months; second of all, he was perfectly content with being a coward and not coming clean to the Tony Stark, aka fucking Iron Man of all people, about his romance with you.
It's not that Peter isn’t serious about spending the rest of his life with you, he just wants the chance to; and if Mr.Stark finds out, Peter isn’t too sure if he could actually do that.
And of course the next few days leading up to the dinner Peter was absolutely terrified to step foot onto the compound of the tower. He tried his best to avoid Tony at all costs, he left early from the lab, making sure he was always with someone else to use as a buffer if he absolutely  had to be in the same room as him. He didn’t even sneak into your room for your midnight cuddles. He was too scared that his senses wouldn’t work and would end up being caught in the worst way possible, and he doubted that Tony would believe a teenage boy was going into his girlfriend's room for ‘just cuddles’. 
This dinner just kept getting worse and worse by the second and it hasn’t even happened yet. 
When Friday night did eventually roll around, Peter was beyond nervous and texting you like crazy after he was forced to leave early. Sending you pictures of possible outfits that would possibly work to impress your dad. They all would of course, Tony was already impress with Peter, he was a boy-genius and a fucking hero. There was no way to not be impressed with Peter fucking Parker.
You gave yourself one lookover in the mirror. Everything looked good, or as good as it could. You were trying to butter up your dad by wearing the old shirt he got for you a while back that was definitely never a look. But you were willing to wear it if it meant your dad would be nicer and more understanding.
You heard your phone buzz and you smiled and skipped over to your bed.
Can I have a kiss before I die?????
You rolled your eyes and started texting back.
You can have a kiss after dinner <3
You set your phone back down and went back to trying to calm yourself down. Peter was probably just leaving now, he told you today before he left that he would shoot you a text right as he was leaving, and if he is leaving now he should be arriving in-.
Your head snapped up as you realized who that was. You raced out of your room to try and get to the front door before anyone else could see to slap the shit out of Peter. 
He was supposed to text you when he arrives, wait for you to bring him up the elevator, and not to just invite himself in.
“Hey, Peter, did you forget something?” You heard your dad speak up as he left the kitchen and to the foyer. “What's with the flowers and clothes?”
As you turned the corner you saw Peter standing in outfit number four you think. Brown pants and a mustard sweatshirt with a brown silhouette of saturn with a white collared shirt underneath. He also brought with him a nice bouquet of poppies, knowing it was Pepper’s and Morgan’s favorite flower type.
“Oh, uh, I’m just-” Peter stuttered. He shifted uncomfortably while not knowing what to say. He brought his hand to the back of his head, unsure what to do with himself.
Pepper's heels clicking alerted you of her presence before she spoke. “Is Y/n’s date here?” She turned the corner and gasped a little when she saw Peter. “Oh?” She spoke, then when it hit her, “Oh.”
Tony looked at everyone, the wheels slowly turning in his head. But when Pepper spoke, that was the final piece. “I’ll get Morgan for dinner then.”
Tony finally realized what was going on and glared at you and Peter. He looked like he was trying to figure out what to say, but didn't know where to start. 
“PETEY!” Morgan came running through and ran up to Peter and wrapped her little arms around him, postponing you all from an awkward conversation that will inevitably happen. 
Peter used his free arm and lifted Morgan to his waist, while also skillfully taking one poppy from the bouquet and handed it to her. She giggled and gave Peter another hug around his neck. 
“Thanks Petey.” She smiled and you both looked at her, a great way to avoid Tony's deathly stare. 
“So you two are…” You both looked up at Tony as he did hand gestures, unsure what to say. You slowly nodded your head and he just started nodding too.
“Cool, cool, you know, good for you guys.” He quickly turned around and headed for the kitchen. 
“Why is daddy acting all weird?” Morgan looked over to you and you just patted her head.
“Daddy’s just a weird guy.” You responded and took the bouquet from Peter. 
“We don’t have to go in, y'know.” You told Peter as you looked over at him, who was biting his lip. “We can leave now and he won’t be able to catch up to us.”
“But won’t that make things worse?” Peter thought. “I really like my relationship with your dad, and I don’t want to fu- mess it up.” He coughed and looked over to Morgan who was listening intently to yours and Peter's conversation.
“He thinks of you as his own so he won't be completely weird around you.” You tried to remain hopeful but to be blunt, both you and Peter knew you were screwed when you saw Tony’s face. You knew you were lying, Peter knew you were lying, hell, Morgan probably could figure out that you were lying.
“I’m hungry.” Morgan whined. Peter and you looked at each other and reluctantly started waking into the dining room.
In proper Stark fashion, each room was more elaborate and elegant then the last and the dining room is no exception. It almost seemed too fancy to use, but Pepper had insisted on the nicer dining room, wanting to fully expose your partner to the Stark world. 
But it seems he already has.
“Sit! Sit!” Pepper ushered you to your seat and Peter to the seat next to you. Pepper sat at the head of the table after she made sure Morgan was settled in her high chair. Tony sat opposite Peter, giving him a death glare.
You’re all accustomed to Peter eating dinner with your family. Just the context of tonight made everyone on edge. 
The food on the table looked tasty, one of the perks of a personal chef. Tonight you were having a curry, a meal you thoroughly enjoyed and luckily enough, one that Peter loved too. 
At least that’s one less problem for tonight.
“On the bright side we don’t have to do introductions.” Pepper nudged Tony to comment and he just nodded his head. Pepper rolled her eyes at her husband and turned back to you two.
“How long have you been together for?” 
“A little under a year.” Peter answered as he took a bite of food. Your eyes watched Tony as he choked on his food, Morgan had to pat him on the back with her little fists; something that you were guessing would be a common occurrence tonight.
“How nice.” Pepper smiled and you were so glad for her being here. She must have canceled that meeting tonight when she found out about Tony’s impromptu dinner. She was the only one—other than Morgan of course, who had no idea what was going on—who didn’t think this was a big deal. 
“Are you doing anything special for the anniversary?” Pepper asked.
“We were thinking about going to this festival upstate.” You answered, still glancing at your dad to gage his reaction. Right now he looked confused, an eyebrow sticking up slightly.
“That’s why you wanted to go upstate?” Tony slightly choked on his food while he was talking, making it come out a bit more raspy than normal. 
You completely forgot you asked him for the week off. You didn’t exactly lie, you did tell him about the festival, just not the date thing. 
You paused and nodded your head to him again. “Cool, cool, cool. Good for you guys.” 
You thought dinner was going better than what you could’ve hoped for. Pepper seemed pleased, Morgan didn’t give a shit—just happy to spend more time with her big sister and Peter. And your dad was just being himself...kind of at least.
But the next couple minutes we’re extremely awkward and silent, even chatty little Morgan was quiet. She would occasionally look over to you and try to ask you what was wrong with her dad, but even though she tried to be subtle, she is a Stark, she can’t do anything quietly.
“Why is daddy acting even weirder?” She harshly whispered, loud enough for you and the rest of the table to hear. You were about to answer but your dad beat you to it. 
“Well Morgan,” Tony coughed. “It’s because your big sister and Peter over there are fucking behind my back-”
“TONY!” Pepper screeched, hitting his arm hard. Peter spit out his water over the table and you choked on your food. That was not what you were expecting. But to be fair, Tony clearly wasn’t expecting Peter.
“Well how am I supposed to feel when I find out that not only is my daughter keeping a secret from me, but also my protege?!” Tony yelled, staring hard at Peter.
“Tony, oh my god, would you just-“
“OH MY GOD!” Tony covered his hand over his mouth and gasped. “WHAT IF YOU’RE NOT BEING SAFE!”
You and Peter sounded horrified and you rightfully were. Morgan had a smile on her face as she was playing with her food, treating this as some sort of live show for her. Pepper on the other hand had her fork pointed to Tony, giving another death glare. 
“Tony, that's really uncalled for-”
“Mr.Stark, please, everything is perfect.” Peter’s voice sounded a bit like a plea, somehow trying to calm himself down and Tony down at the same time. 
Tony grumbled and sat back down and reached over and picked up Morgan, “I don’t want any of these, you hear me.”
“Yes, sir.” Peter nodded and you reached for his hand under the table, rubbing your thumb on his skin just as a subtle way to remind him that you’re there. 
Pepper cleared her throat, pushed the chair out and went over to Morgan to pick her up. “As lovely as this was, maybe it’s best to end it early.”
You grabbed Peter's hand and ran out of the kitchen and to the elevator. You looked over at Peter after you pushed the main floor button; he had a shocked expression on his face, his eyes were wide and he was leaning forward like he was going to be sick. 
“That was interesting.” He spoke up. He put his hands on his face, covering himself. You guided him into the elevator.
“Yeah, but at least now we can still make it to that party in Brooklyn.” You tried to make him feel better but he didn’t look like he was having it. You leaned on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around him. “He’ll get over it y’know.” 
He shook his head. “I will never be able to face him again.” 
“That’s not true.” You kissed his temple, the only part of his skin that wasn’t being covered by his hands. “Just maybe not for the next couple of days.”  He groaned and leaned a little more into you. “But, on the bright side I won’t be able to face him too so that means I’ll need a place to stay.”
His ears perked up and took his hands off his face. You kissed him on the lips and he seemed better. The redness on his face seemed to die down, but there was still a soft coating of pink blush on his cheeks. 
The elevator door dinged and you both exited quickly, not knowing if you would be chased down by an iron suit. Once you hit the street you looked over to Peter.
“So party or your place?”
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eloquenceflores · a day ago
* ・ ゚𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷
𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 | 𝗽. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
「 SYNOPSIS 」 / your cute nerdy bf takes care of you during the half-time of the football game you’re cheering at ♡︎.
「 PAIRINGS 」 / nerdy!peter x black!cheerleader!femreader
「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1965
「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem recieving), FLUFF, lots of it, cutie glasses wearin pete, you and peter r soooo cute, brief talks of bullying/name calling, public smut (ion know how i should word that so yeah), praising, some dirty talking, the word “baby” being use alot, its sounds like filth but it’s actual really soft lmao, a bit of dom/sub dynamics goin on but not fully goin on there, bad writing, i think thats it?
➪ author’s notes : ❝hi sexc baes, its meee. i’m finally back with a peter fic after some ages. i just wanted to get something out before i start my kinktober so i really hope u enjoy this. as always i love uu <333❞
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the infamous highschool varsity football game was currently going on tonight. your face all dolled up with glitter and pom poms shaking excitedly in your hands with your cute team uniform in place around your body, your curly hair up in two cute, huge puffs balls as you cheered on for your team and the crowd among you.
the brightest smile was plastered on your face when you made eye contact with your boyfriend up in the bleachers who was looking down at you with adoration and awe while you did and led your teams cheer routines. peter smiled even brighter as he watched you go. it still amazed him how he could be with the most perfect girl in the entire school while he’s, what everyone says, a “nerdy loser”
yeah, he’s a huge nerd with oddly big square framed glasses but he’s your nerd and he was the most amazing guy ever, and you have no doubt in your mind about that. all though peter can protect himself you was kinda like he’s protector when it comes to walking down the halls of your school.
with being the “popular girl” it came with it’s stupid perks, the jocks on the football team being one.
always picking on your peter when they see him with you in the hallways or just by himself at his locker. you always made sure to have them never even look at him again when they decide to tease him for being quiet and reserved. he’s actually not even that when he’s with you, he was the most extroverted person ever with you and you adored that you were the only person who gets to see that part of him. also another one of those perks is the other girls at your school who try to flirt with him. “oh if y/n goes out with him, he must be something” but peter being the greatest boyfriend ever always shuts them down.
when it hit halftime, you and your team were able to be dismissed to go hang out, or grab a snack from the concession stand before it was time to head back onto the field.
and of course you used this time to see peter.
peter big eyes had found you amongst the huge crowd of teenagers that were surrounding the concession area, chuckling under his breath when he saw you squeal at the sight of him coming your way.
acting like you never saw him before, you immediately threw yourself at him when he came close enough. his tone arms wrapping around your body tightly as he hugged you, giving your cheek a peck when you parted. “you looked so, so incredible out there, babe” peter compliments you, the cute little smile he always does stretched across his lips when he speaks to you.
“thank you so much, baby!” you reached up to give peter a sweet quick kiss, giggling when you saw his blushing, red cheeks at your actions.
“oh! a-are you hungry? do you want a hot dog from the stand?” even with being with peter for this long, he’ll still always become a nervous wreck when it comes to you easily and quickly. you actually don’t think it’ll ever go away.
you shake your head in a “no” manner at his question.
“just wanna be with you until i have to go back, pete”
peter smiled softly at your words, swooning for you even more when he saw your hand come up to push the glasses that were perched on his nose back up to his eyes. behind he’s lenses, his brown orbs then left from looking at your face to your tight uniform. you really did look so good. you noticed him focused on your chest and you tilted your head in amusement before poking him playfully.
“anything on your mind there babe?”
you saw him nod with a quick lick of his lips.
“can i… actually take you somewhere really quick? it’s just a little reserved spot i like to go to right around the school building?” you were about to immediately say yes to him but as your mind drifted back to the game, you sighed.
“ah baby, i can't. i have to be here and make sure i’m back on the field on time” you pout with defeat which peter sighed at. a protest rising and coming out of his own pouty lips. “i promise it won’t be far at all, baby. it’s fine if you don’t want to“ you then turned around to look at the huge scoreboard, staring at the red colored time that sat on the board in bold font.
satisfied with it, you turned back at peter with a grin spread across your face, nodding your head in acceptance at him. at your answer, peter grasped your hand with his own before taking you to the direction of the location he likes to go to during school and after.
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he was right, it was really close to the game even though it's back where the school building is at. it was in fact quiet and reserved just like peter had said. it was at the back of the school building where no one was at, you could see why peter would be back there. the atmosphere just screams his name.
“so babe, what’s back here you want me to see?” you question cluelessly, looking up and the taller boy. a faint smile dancing across your features while you felt him unconsciously tighten his hold on your locked hand.
“i just thought… you looked so perfect in that uniform of yours tonight, y/n…” peter trailed off, his brown eyes gazing into yours. a little gasp exiting you when you notice a huge speck of desire swirling in his irises as he talks down to you. “watching you i just realized, i really want to please you. can i?… can i please touch you?”
at his almost desperate pleading, you swore you moaned. “fuck peter, yes you can. but you really have to hurry baby, okay? we have 10 minutes left”
peter nod his head with a bite of his lips in reply to your reminder, slowly backing you up to the brick wall of the school building. not letting another moment pass before he dropped down on his knees before you. your hands grabbing at your skirt, lifting the cloth up and holding it up so it's easier on him while he moves your cute cotton panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.
a little, low whimper left him when he made contact at the sight of your attention-seeking cunt in front of him.
with a little hum he drove into you. his tongue coming out of his mouth to kitten lick at your puffy clit. at first taking long drags of his tongue along your whole pussy; tasting your essence first before starting flicking his tongue at your wet clit with a fast pace. the sounds of your moans and the little sounds of peters tongue clicking against you filled the air beside the drowned out noises of the football game.
“p-peteeee” you whined out, your grip on your skirt tightening tremendously when peter lifted one of your legs up to place on his shoulder. getting a better angle of your pussy. the brown haired boy taking your clit in his mouth, his lips enclosing on the sensitive nerve tightly before sucking. making your legs momentarily twitch at the sudden huge smack of pleasure that hit you like a huge bus.
nothing but whimpers and little cries leaving your lips as he ate you out which you made sure to silence the best you could. you may be in a reserved spot but you were still in public and didn’t want to draw any type of attention.
“baby you’re eating my pussy so, so g-good” you assure with little gasps and moans leaving you from left and right, knowing just how much he loves getting praises from you. when he pulled away from you he made sure to bring his fingers up to rub at you, not wanting to stop pleasuring you, even when he parts away from you.
“yeah? is this good, honey? i just wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it” peter spoke up at you with his captivating and cum-worthy whiny tone he always uses when you both have sex together. god you swear you could cum just from his voice alone.
“yes baby, it's so good, you’re so good. just keep eating me just like that, pete okay?” he nods at you in obedience, peering up at you once more with his blown-out doe eyes behind the wide frames he had on which you noticed and stopped.
“here” you reach down and grab the lenses up and off of his face so it can be easier for him to work at you.
he chuckles, a heart warming “thank you” escaping him as you took them away. you both giggled with each other for a couple of moments as you placed the glasses securely on your shirt before peter immediately went back to pleasing you.
as he licked at your folds so deliciously, he was staring right up at you. so intently and passionate, you could just tell from his eyes he loved making you feel nice and that he puts his all into it. even though peter's vision was a bit blurred due to his glasses being removed he could still make out your beautiful, melanin skin glistening in the night’s light.
“pete, m’ gonna c-cum— shit” you whimpered loudly, a little too loudly. you could feel peter smile against you, his lips smacking at your clit. pushing you further and further until you fall right off of the cliff and into the beautiful waves of pleasure. peter then in the moment noticed how your legs started to shake and twitch which was very common thing that occurs during sex with your boyfriend peter, it tells him that you’re close. he also notice how you were struggling to hold up your skirt as he kept sucking and licking at your pulsating core.
all it took was one last suck at your bud before you met your doomed high, eyes going blurry as you endured the huge orgasm. peter gave you a soft, loving kiss at the skin of your inner thigh before placing your panties back to its original spot and rising up from his knees.
giggling when he was met with your blissed out face.
“hi, there”
you both giggle and grin at each other, yours was a bit more tiredly looking though but still bright and happy as peters smile. “you okay, love?” he questions, lips placing a delicate peck on your forehead as he soothes you down from the orgasm.
you nod in reply, “m’ more than okay, baby. thank you”
“you’re welcome, honey. are you ready to go back and take over the show once more” you laugh at his words but quickly become silent as the realization that you were cheering for the game dawned on you.
“oh my gosh! wait, peter, is my hair messed up?! please don’t tell me my edges didn’t sweat out!”
at your sudden frantic figure, peter placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. a sincere look in eyes so you know to just believe him. “you look perfect as always y/n. and look you only have like 3 more minutes left, let’s put some food in you quickly and head back okay? sounds good?”
you sighed, your teeth chessing up at him with nothing but love.
“sounds good”
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vintagemulti · 19 hours ago
Rings, Rings, Rings -> Peter Parker
pairings: peter parker x reader
desc: in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected
warnings: swearing, the most nsfw thing i’ve done, sex mentions, hand kink, dirty talk, choking, ring kink(?), hint of dom!peter, nicknames of pure filth
a/n: this is filth. it’s not all the way smut but oh my god it’s pure filth. if there were any mind readers in sainsbury’s while i thought this up - sorry😋
It started with one. One metal band around Peter’s middle finger. You had loved it, even complimented him on it.
Never could you have expected a fucking ring to make you like this.
Your problem had began in first period, when Peter walked into math, his fingers lined with rings. You had noticed straight away, and when he sat down next to you, your mind was already a million miles away.
The only thought bouncing around in your mind was short, sweet and simple. Rings, rings, rings.
By the end of maths, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach dropping all the way down, giving you a familiar sensation in your abdomen.
You and Peter had been dating for the best part of two years, and yes - you had sex. Good sex, at that, although there was always a mutual feeling of wanting more, something beyond the reasonably vanilla sex.
Maybe this would be the kickstarter.
Now, it was last period, and you were surprised that you had made it through the day. It was English, and where you had normally been focused on the learning, your eyes were glued to Peter in front of you.
He was the row in front and one to the left, so his hands were in perfect view. Was it weird, to be so obsessed with your own boyfriend? No, you thought. He made you like this.
The whole day before, you had been quiet in conversations, although not quiet enough for Peter to be suspicious. MJ had noticed at lunch, clearly more observant than Peter, and she has teased you relentlessly.
But you didn’t care. He was hot.
You knew how wet you were - you could feel it every time you moved. It was unbearable, having to act completely fine all day when your mind was begging to be fucked. You prayed Peter couldn’t tell.
“Y/N?” Your English teacher, Mr. Robertson called.
“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up. “Yeah?”
“I asked you what you got for number seven?”
“Oh,” Looking at the board, you tried to work the answer out in your head. “Alliteration, right?”
Mr. Robertson nodded, “Pay more attention, please.”
“Yes, sir.” You shifted in your chair, accidentally rolling over that sweet spot.
You felt yourself get even wetter, while you hoped the bell would ring sooner. Eyes falling back onto Peter, you noticed the hair on his arms was standing up, and his eyes went vacant, staring at his work.
Fuck, you thought. He knows.
You reached to into your bag under the desk, shuffling things around until you felt the cool glass of your perfume bottle. Pulling it out, you took the cap off and sprayed it over yourself a few times, deliberately pointing some in Peter’s direction.
His spidey-sense normally came in handy, but right now all you wanted was to cover up your own hormones. He didn’t have to know, you said to yourself. It would be so embarrassing to explain - that you had been dumb all day over his hands, just from one simple change.
Eyeing the clock, you checked how long it was until the day would finally be over. Turns out it was only a few minutes - a few minutes until you could get home and get yourself under control-
Wait, you stopped mid-sentence. It was Thursday. That meant you weren’t going home. Thursdays meant May wasn’t home, so you always went to Peter’s for a movie night. Fuck.
“And on that note, pack up.” Mr. Robertson smiled, bringing you out of your thoughts.
Peter closed his jotter, turning around to face you. “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet today.”
“Yeah,” you tried to act normal. “Just trying to pick a movie to watch tonight. It’s my turn, right?”
He smiled. “Please don’t make me watch Love, Simon again. I love it- but I think I know it word for word at this point.”
Good, you thought. Maybe he hasn’t noticed. “Fine. Just because I love you.”
You shoved your jotter into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and saying goodbye to Mr. Robertson. Every step you took caused more friction between your legs, it was torture. There was no way you could act normally.
Thankfully, the walk from school to Peter’s place wasn’t too far, although he still lived with May and was in his last year of high school, you were glad that he was so close to you, all the time. It was nice to have him there.
Approaching his apartment building, the conversation was scarce - not awkward, though. Peter seemed to take your quietness as a hint, and you two walked in comfortable silence.
He held the door for you as you walked into the building, heading towards the stairs up to his floor. You could hear him behind you, rummaging around in his bag to find his keys.
When you got to his door, you turned, meeting his brown eyes - seeing something within them, something not too prominent, but there. It was new.
“So, you decided on a movie?” Peter asked, closing the door behind him. “And please don’t say 365 Days. May doesn’t need that on our Netflix history.”
You laughed, “Really? I was looking forward to watching that.”
He rolled his eyes, pulling his bag off of his shoulder. “No, baby. I will not watch glorified porn with you.”
“Damn,” you joked. “Guess I’ll have to settle for my second choice.”
“Which is?”
“50 Shades.”
Peter scoffed. “No. Absolutely not, princess. That’s not even on Netflix.”
You set your bag down next to his. “I’m kidding, babe. MJ was talking about this movie in science - it’s called Room. It sounds good.”
“As long as it’s not a weird mafia sex movie.” Peter mumbled.
“I doubt it would be,” You giggled.
He walked over to the living room TV, picking up the remote and turning it on before you spoke;
“I’m gonna get changed, can I borrow a hoodie? This shirt is too tight.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” He smiled. “By borrow, you mean keep, right?”
You fake scoffed. “Never!”
Peter smirked. “It’s good, baby. You look good in my clothes anyway. I’ll get the movie on.”
Smiling, you walked into his room, pulling your own shirt off - leaving you in your bra. You walked up to Peter’s closet, looking for a hoodie you saw him wear the other day.
You searched through the hangers, not finding a single hoodie. Weird, you thought. Maybe he moved them into the drawers.
Turning around, you jumped when you saw Peter almost right in front of you, just a few feet ahead.
“Christ, Pete. Almost had a heart attack.” You laughed.
“I wanted to ask you about something.” His tone was smooth, almost totally opposing the joking tone he had just a minute ago.
“Sure,” You smiled. “But can I have some clothes on when you ask?”
You began to walk past him to his drawers, but were surprised when his hand caught your arm before you could pass.
“Pete- Are you alright?” You could feel the rings pressing against your skin, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge turn on. You could feel the butterflies in your panties, which were already soaked from the day.
The hair on Peter’s arm stood up.
“That,” he looked at his arm. “Keeps happening.”
“Is someone in trouble, maybe?” You tried to play it off.
Peter laughed a little. “No, angel. No one’s in trouble.”
You nodded. “Then what is it?”
“Come on, pretty girl,” he drawled. “Let’s not play dumb.”
His hand moved up from your wrist, slowing tracing your arm, going all the way up until Peter’s hand reached your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, but kept his hand there, cupping your cheek.
“I could smell you, all day,” He smirked. “That’s why you kept spraying perfume, isn’t it? You knew that I’d smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”
Your breath hitched. Peter had never been like this before, never so outright. Hey, you didn’t dislike it.
“Tell me, baby,” he looked back into your eyes before he pulled his hand away, running it through his curls. “What’s got you so needy?”
The words wouldn’t come out. It was too embarrassing. What is he thought it was weird, what if it made him uncomfortable? Your mind raced.
“Baby,” His hand went to your chin, pulling it up so you’d look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”
You still couldn’t speak, but instead looked down to his other hand, Peter’s own gaze following. He laughed a little when it clicked.
“Oh,” he breathed, putting both hands next to each other. “my hands?”
“I know it’s dumb, I don’t know why I-”
Peter stopped you with just a look.
“No, it’s not,” smirking, he raised his right hand and placed it back on your cheek. “It’s not weird.”
He seemed to recognise that you wanted more, just didn’t want to say it, as he gave you a look as if you say ‘Go ahead, do whatever.’ Peter could tell you a lot through looks.
You took a breath, reaching up to the hand on your shoulder, lifting it off and moving it up, slowing placing it on your neck, using your own hand to wrap it around.
The cool metal was nice against your skin, and although Peter could already smell your hormones, you knew they would be kicking off even more now that you had everything you wanted - his hand wrapped around your neck.
You moved you’re eyes back up to him, expecting him to look confused or uncomfortable, but instead there was just a vacant look on his face, something you had never seen before.
For a moment you thought he hated it, Peter’s blank look making you expect the worst, so you pulled away a little, letting your hand drop from on top of his.
But he didn’t pull away.
His expression turned, going from blank to a small smirk, his eyes almost lighting up. “Oh,”
You swallowed. “Is this ok?”
Peter nodded quickly. “This is definitely ok.”
Smiling a little, you moved further into his grip, feeling the cool of his rings against your throat. You felt Peter tighten his grip slightly, which took you by surprise.
Letting out a small moan - much to Peter’s delight, you flushed red and looked into his eyes again.
He laughed a little, moving closer to you and running his other hand down your side.
“We’re gonna have so much fun with this, angel.”
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peppers-analytics · a day ago
I don't name anyone here. Whatever character you imagine with this is just labeled as “he”.
Warning: very slight hints towards sex. Blink and you'll miss the them
Hate, he reminded himself. But the word tasted sweet on his tongue— and so did you. He tasted you— sour, then sweet, and as you slightly nipped on his lip, he decided that for once in his life, he was wrong.
He shouldn't feel this lucky to be here with you, to have you in his arms like this, to know you in a way he knew you didn't let just anyone.
Even if his words were laced with venom, his actions were like a candy of a drug. Something addicting, a feeling you couldn't shake. He wasn't just anyone, and you weren't sure if he ever actually was.
His fingers traced the shape of you, his nails leaving goosebumps in their wake. You sighed against his swollen lips, letting yourself melt under his touch, and he smiled into the next kiss he laid on you.
He started small, working you up for him. “Relax,” he whispered. “Nothing I haven't seen before.”
He was right, yet somehow also wrong.
He knew your insults, your anger. Empty threats that always ended in a release you knew no one else could give you.
But he didn't know your smiles or shy breaths. The way you fluttered around him as he slowly gave you what you both needed, what you both craved.
This was something new but entirely familiar. And something you could get used to.
He held you close, which somehow wasn't nearly close enough.
This was all a somehow. Possibly a simple figment of your imagination, but nothing about this— about him— was simple. He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, and just as he had, you determined you were wrong.
There was an ending, two smiles, then a silence, one filled with heavy breaths and loud thoughts.
The candle smelled like pure vanilla, and he smelled of something intoxicating— tasted like it too. His breath fanned over your heated skin, and you cradled him against you, smiling as he chuckled when your nails tickled him.
And for the first time since you had met the boy, you thought maybe this was something worth it.
“You're perfect,” he mumbled, nearly inaudible.
“This,” you said. “This is perfection.”
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waitimcomingtoo · 2 days ago
scissorhands - p.p
chapter two: sharp
pairing: peter parker x reader
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Once your jet landed at the Avengers compound, you helped Peter off and brought him to the nearest elevator. He looked scared when he stepped in, and even more scared when the doors closed.
“It’s gonna start moving.” You warned him just as the elevator went up. He clung to you with the arm he had linked through yours and stayed that way until you reached your floor.
“This is my room.” You said as you approached your bedroom. “I basically have the whole floor to myself, so you have pick any room you want to stay in.”
“I want to be close to you.” Peter told you.
“Okay.” You smiled in surprise. “You can move in across the hall.”
“Thank you.” He gave you a weak smile, as if it was something he wasn’t used to doing.
“Let’s get you some clothes.” You decided. “You should be comfortable.”
You linked your arm through Peters and lead him to a spare room a few doors down. You knew your dad left some old clothes in the closet, so you took them out and held them out to Peter.
“Here. These are my dads but he won’t mind.”
“Thank you.” Peter tried to take the clothes from you, but they slipped right past his blades.
“Oh. Sorry.” You laughed in embarrassment and picked the clothes up. You looked him over and tugged on one of his buckles, but it didn’t budge.
“Does this come off?” You wondered as you felt around for a zipper.
“The top part does.” He said as he looked down. He slowly slid a blade under the buckle and managed to loosen it a little.
“Can I help?” You asked when you saw him struggled to unbuckle it. Peter nodded and you began to unbuckle the top for him. You wondered how much of him was human and how much was artificial, but you didn’t dare to ask. Once the last buckles was undone, you looked up at him for permission. He gave you a shy nod and you pushed the heavy leather garment off of him. The sleeves were unbuckled, so you were able to get them over his scissors. Once the garment was off, you were able to see where his arms ended and the scissors began. They looked like they were fused to his skin, so you assumed at the very least that the top half of him was human.
“You can touch it if you like.” Peter said when he noticed you staring at his scars. You looked at him in embarrassment before gently placing your fingertips on the place where his arm was fused to the scissors. His skin was warm to the touch and you could see faint blue veins through the pale skin of his forearm. You ran your finger up his arm, amazed by how realistic he felt. Peter felt his face heat up as your nails grazed over his skin, making their way to his shoulders. His body was covered in the same scars that his face had, some old and some new.
“Let’s get you dressed.” You said when you came back to earth. You picked up your dads old shirts up and frowned when you realized you wouldn’t be able to get it past his scissors.
“I’m sorry.” Peter looked at you sadly when he saw your defeat.
“That’s okay. It’s not your fault. I’ll get you something bigger to fit over your…” You trailed off when you realized you didn’t know what to call them.
“Scissors?” He finished your sentence, sounding slightly embarrassed.
“Hands.” You corrected with a smile. “I’ll find something to fit over your hands.”
You lead him back to your room and found a button down shirt in the back of your closet.
“This should work better.” You said as you held the shirt up to see if it would fit Peter.
“Harry?” Peter read the name off the tag inside the shirt.
“Yeah. He’s my boyfriend.” You told him. “He left these here a little while ago. I’m sure he won’t miss them.”
“Boyfriend?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows as you carefully slipped his hands through the unbuttoned sleeves of the shirt.
“Yeah. It means he and I are a couple.” You explained. “Did your maker have anyone like that?”
“His wife.” Peter nodded. “From before he made me.”
“Yeah. It’s like that.” You nodded. “Just a step below.”
“Do you love him?” Peter asked you as you helped him step into some black dress pants.
“Um, I guess so.” You shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I’m supposed to.”
“But you don’t?”
“Not really.” You smiled awkwardly. “I mean, I like him. I just don’t get that feeling when I look at him. Do you know what feeling I’m talking about?”
“Yes.” Peter said, feeling the feeling right then.
“I don’t know.” You sighed and finished buttoning Peters shirt. “Maybe I’ll love him one day.”
“Maybe you’re not meant to love him.” Peter said. “Maybe you’re meant to love someone else.”
“Maybe.” You agreed. Peter had been so focused on keeping his scissors away from you that he didn’t realize how close they were to his own face. He accidentally scratched himself and felt blood leaking onto his face.
“Oh.” He said as looked down in an attempt to see the blood.
“It’s okay.” You told him. “Are you hurt?”
“Come here. I’ll clean you up.” You said as you lead him to the bathroom. You helped Peter get up on the counter and got out some Neosporin and cotton balls.
“What about you, Peter?” You asked as you cleaned him up. “Have you ever loved anyone?”
“Not yet.”
“I like that.” You smiled. “It’s hopeful.”
“Hope is good. I like hope.” Peter nodded. “I hope to be complete one day.”
“How will you be complete?” You asked him.
“Once I have hands. Real hands. Like yours.” Peter smiled a little as he watched your hands work.
“How come your maker gave you scissors for hands?”
“None of his creations had real hands.” He explained. “Some had whisks or cookie cutters. I had scissors.”
“Do you wish you had real hands?” You wondered.
“Yes.” He said quietly. “All the time. Especially now.”
“Because I would like to hold yours.” Peter said as he looked into your eyes. You opened your mouth in surprise before shutting it and giving Peter a fond smile. Since you couldn’t hold his hand, you reached out and put your hand on his face. Peter backed away a little at first before leaning into your touch. The way he reacted told you he wasn't used to be touched.
“You’re very nice to me.” Peter mumbled as he pressed his cheek against your palm. “Why?”
“I’ve never felt complete either, Peter.” You admitted. “But when I look at you, I don’t know. I feel whole.”
You could feel Peter’s cheeks heat up beneath your fingers, making you wonder just how much of him was human. If he was blushing, that meant he had blood rushing to his face. And if he had blood, that meant he must have a-
“Do you have a heart?” You blurted as a million thoughts tumbled around your mind.
“I don’t know.” Peter frowned. “You can check.”
You shrugged before laying your hands on his chest and pressing down. Sure enough, you felt a steady heartbeat.
“You do.” You smiled in surprise. “I can feel it.”
“Can I feel yours?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Sure. If you can find a way to-“
Before you could finish, Peter leaned forward and laid his head on your chest.
“Yours goes very fast.” He commented once his ear found your heartbeat
“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I guess it does.”
“Does that mean you’re scared?” He frowned and popped his head back up.
“No, Peter.” You shook your head. “I’m not scared.”
“Good.” Peter nodded. “I don’t want you to be scared. Do you think the others were scared of me?”
“I think they just have to get used to you.” You told him. “But you’ll see. You’re not the only one who’s different.”
“Are you different?” Peter wondered. Instead of answering him, you lifted your pant leg to reveal a prosthetic leg that your dad had made out of his nanotechnology.
“What happened to your leg?” Peter asked in surprise.
“Today technically wasn’t my first mission.” You began. “A couple years ago, my dad let me tag along on this stakeout. He told me to stay in the back, I didn’t stay in the back, and now I walk with a limp.”
“You lost your leg.” Peter said to himself, taking a comfort in that fact that you were also missing a limb.
“Yeah.” You said softly. “So I am different. Just not that different from you.”
Peter’s eyebrows knit together as he stared at you fondly. He felt a feeling inside of him that he didn’t have the words to describe. Instead of speaking, he leaned forward and rested his head on your heart again to hear the beat. In a quiet voice, muffled by the material of your shirt, he mumbled,
Later that night, a scratching at your door woke you out of your sleep. You put your prothetic leg on before getting out of bed to see what the scratching was. When you opened your door, you found Peter in the oversized button down pajamas you’d given him.
“I can’t sleep.” He said as he rubbed his eye with his arm. “Could I stay with you?”
“Sure.” You chuckled and opened your door wider. “Why can’t you sleep? A lot on your mind?”
You sat back down on bed and patted the space beside you, signaling for Peter to sit down. Peter looked unsure of himself as he held his scissors as close to himself as possible.
“It’s okay.” You said when you saw his face. “You can sit down.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Get comfy.” You pulled him gently by the arm until he sat down.
“It’s strange.” He said as he bounced a little. “Having a bed.”
“Where did you sleep before?” You wondered.
“I don’t really need to slept.” He shrugged. “I can, but I don’t need to.”
“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are you human?”
“A little bit.” Peter nodded.
“A little bit?”
“Parts of me are. But some parts are…” He trailed off as he snipped his scissors together.
“Sharp.” He finished his sentence, sounding defeated. He looked at you suddenly and gave you a small smile.
“You’re soft.” He told you as he admired your features.
“So are you.”
“Not all of me.” He frowned as he rubbed his blades together.
“Enough of you.” You assured him as you put your hand over his heart, feeling his heart beat speed up beneath your fingers. Peter yawned suddenly and you let out a soft laugh.
“Is something funny?” Peter genuinely asked you. “Should I laugh?”
“No. You just yawned.”
“Oh.” He realized. “I did.”
“You’re practically human now.” You joked. “We yawn all the time.”
“I feel more human that I ever have.” Peter admitted.
“We should get some sleep.” You said through a yawn. “It’s been a long day.”
You laid down on your bed and Peter followed suit, hugging his scissors as close to his body as he could.
“I can’t fall asleep next to you.” He said, saying it more to himself than you.
“Why not?”
“I could hurt you. Even if I don’t mean to.” He frowned as looked down at his scissor. You looked at his scissors as well before an idea came to you. You grabbed two extra pillows that you had on your bed and put one on each of Peter’s hands.
“There.” You said. “Now you can’t hurt me or yourself.”
Peter clapped his pillow covered hands together to test them out and smiled when they didn’t budge.
“I like you very much, Y/n.” He grinned as he looked over at you.
“I like you too, Peter.” You chuckled.
“Even though I’m sharp?”
“Even though.”
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hollandsvogue · a day ago
Hope it's not too late to request for the blurb night.
" hey! hey, hey, it's alright! it's okay, my darling/friend/love, i'm here, i've got you... " - 1st prompt list
falling asleep on your lover's shoulder - 2nd prompt list.
a/n: idk who u wanted this for but i've been on a peter parker high sooo.. gif isn't mine <3!! very minimal proofreading and i apologize if this isn't too good! this was my last request i had to do for blurb night!! no bc i actually don't like this one
warnings: fluff! very brief mention of insecurity
Pairing: Peter Parker x gn!reader
w/c: 1,240
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Kiss in the kitchen
You've liked Peter Parker for about what feels like many lifetimes, even if it's only been a few weeks, but with Peter, time seems to stop like you're standing in the middle of the street and the world stopped so you could live in your bubble with Peter. MJ and Betty were bugging you to do something about your painfully obvious crush on Peter; everyone could see it, everyone but Peter. You were pacing near your locker and you're not sure how long you've been frantically pacing, but you caught Peter's attention, you always captured his attention, you're the only person in his life that he wants to see, you're his favorite movie that he can't stop watching.
"Y/n, are you alright?", Peter asked softly as he cautiously approached you, he didn't want to startle you, but you looked so distressed and god he'd kick himself if he didn't try to ease your pretty little mind. You have terrible luck, you were freaking out because you were battling yourself on how the hell you're going to tell the boy that's standing in front of you how you like him and you're not prepared for the pitiful look that will appear on his face as he takes your heart in his calloused hands and crush it like an apple. You must have forgotten that sometimes when you're stressed, you sometimes vocalize your thoughts; how lovely.
Peter's confused expression turned into an expression of shock and you swore that you saw the faintest hint of delight on his features but you must have imagined that, right? Your thoughts were cut off by the way Peter had nervously moved closer to you as if he couldn't stand another second away from you. "You l-like me too?", Peter asked shyly as you saw the light tint on his cheeks that made your heart beat faster and you smiled softly at him and he sighed in relief and then he smiled, that smile was like a fresh cup of hot chocolate milk that warmed your heart in chocolate filled swirls of adoration.
Peter was rocking nervously on his feet and he cleared his throat a few times before he gathered up enough courage to actually ask the one question that's been on his mind ever since the day that you brought him freshly baked brownies when he was stressed over exams, the day he knew that what he felt for you extended past a friendship.
"Can I uh k-kiss you, please?" Peter was pleading in the cutest way possible, and you've been dreaming about ever since you acknowledged the fact that the way you think about Peter and imagine how his lips would feel against yours was not something you should be thinking about if that person is your best friend. You nodded and smiled sweetly and his heart hammered in adoration at the way your eyes were shining in admiration and how your smile was brighter than the lights in the hallways of Midtown High and he never could have predicted that he'd have his first kiss with the one person that he's been thinking about constantly in the middle of the school hallway but oh he doesn't mind at all.
Peter caught your lips in a loving kiss that set your heart on fire; the kiss spoke multiple languages of promises and unspoken confessions, but there was nothing that needed to be said; you could understand each other by just sharing a look with each other. You pulled away from the kiss and your heart burst into explosions of stars and colors as you saw the way that Peter's entire face was shining with adoration and glee;he didn't have anything to say, but he spoke how he felt through the heart in his eyes, and how he only kept his eyes on you.
You suddenly felt the insecurities wash over your body and you felt the self-doubting thoughts start to take over your mind and you wish you could stop, but you can't help but feel a little insecure when you look at the perfection that is Peter Parker. He has perfect curls that you've desperately wanted to run your fingers through and his perfect smile that was brighter than the sun that made your stomach flood with butterflies and oh god, that laugh. His laugh was your tranquility; in those little moments, you felt the most alive when he was laughing. Peter's voice was something so peaceful and you could listen to him speak for the rest of his life, and when he said your name, you were sure that your heart filled up like a love balloon.
Peter paid attention to you and he memorized everything you said and everything you did, so it was no surprise how quickly he picked up on your mood change. Peter was quick to wrap his arms around you as he placed a kiss on your temple and tried to soothe your pretty mind away from your crushing self-doubt. "Hey, hey, hey! it's alright. It's okay, darling. I've got you", Peter whispered as he led the both of you outside and he took you back to his house and May didn't question it she was waiting for her nephew to finally admit how he feels about you, she was glad that her nephew could have happiness and May adored you.
You placed yourself on Peter's bed and gave Peter an apologetic smile, but he just gave you a kiss on the cheek and you pulled him in for a real kiss and he smiled into the kiss which made you smile and he pulled away and he was beaming with joy. "You're so cute, angel", Peter said as he felt a sense of pride at seeing you get shy when he complimented you but you were always making him tripping over his words so it's only fair.
Peter sat down next to you and his heart was screaming in poems of adoration as he saw your head fall onto his shoulder and watched as your eyes were closed, you were sleeping and he didn't want to move you but he wasn't going to let you sleep that uncomfortably and he also wanted to get the chance to hold you close to him and cuddle you but that's not the point.
Peter slowly moved you to lay down next to him and you adjusted to the new position and wrapped your arms around Peter and he held you tighter to him as he smiled adoringly at you, you were his moon and his stars and you looked so effortlessly perfect as you held onto him and he definitely could get used to waking up next to you.
"I really like you, sweet angel. Goodnight", Peter whispered before kissing your hand and falling asleep with a smile on his face.
May quietly entered the room, and her face was shining in joy as she looked at the way you were hugging Peter and how he was holding you safely and how he placed your hand on his heart as he placed his hand on yours. May snapped a picture of the moment and she wasn't sure if it was too soon, but she could see her nephew would spend the rest of his life with you.
Peter spent most of his life with you and god he would love to have you for all eternity.
🏷️tags: @idkseraphine @hollandswife @tom-softie @616films @the-girl-in-the-chair @celestialholland @hollands-underoos @hunnybunimdun @iaminlovetomhollandmarvel @samaraaaaa @harmqnia @parkerdarling @petesrparker @hollandsmushroom @parkerpeter24
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selfcarecap · a day ago
Soulmate [p.p]
pairing: Peter Parker x reader
summary: Everyone is born with a tattoo on their body. There’s only one other person in the world with the same tattoo - your Soulmate. What happens when you see Peter’s tattoo?
warnings: sorry about that summary you guys know i’m not good at those oof, smut (mild tho), swearing probably, awkward moments as always
word count: 2.5k
-this is a repost of an old fic- gif not mine
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Who knew Peter looked like that under all those science pun shirts?
You’re at Flash Thompson’s pool party, so you have no idea who invited Peter but you’re glad they did.
With Peter’s skin glistening in the golden-hour sun, and the slightest fuzz trailing down from his belly button to his swimming trunks, you’re more than slightly distracted.
It’s Flash who pulls you from your inappropriate thoughts, “Looks like Peter’s got a tramp stamp,” he laughs while Peter pulls his shorts further up, bashful but still managing a laugh to make it less awkward.
He’s about to make another comment, but you get up to join the boys at the pool and push Flash into the water. Peter throws you a grateful smile.
You take a peek at his back, however his arms are folded behind himself. You’re interested in what his Soulmate tattoo looks like.
You already know it‘s not going to be the same as yours, and your history proves it.
A year ago he asked you out on a date.
You always thought he was cute, so you said yes and he took you to a nice restaurant.
It all went downhill from there.
He was sweating and fidgeting the whole time and at first it seemed like he was just nervous, but after a while it just came across as though he didn’t even want to be there. Your feeling was confirmed when he left with a dumb excuse before the food had even arrived.
You’re disappointed to this day that it didn’t work out. But he never properly apologised so you’ve been led to think he never liked you enough in the first place.
It’s a hard pill to swallow when you’re still kind of into him.
He sends very mixed signals, too. You were on speaking terms again a few weeks after the so-called-date, only because you had such a similar friend group and saw each other at college constantly. No need to create unnecessary drama or awkwardness.
You‘d be talking about biology or maths and when you were finished with the topic he‘d suddenly ask what your favourite bread is just to keep the conversation going (which hardly ever worked with his random questions, but at least he made you laugh).
It‘s cute. But he‘s not doing enough for you to go out with him, after he was the one who left you alone on a date that he asked you to go on. So you‘re friends.
But then again, thinking about seeing a tattoo on Peter’s body that doesn‘t match yours stings a little.
You’ll probably have to accept it one day though. The odds of you and Peter being Soulmates are basically non-existent.
At first you weren’t  even sure if you were up for dating someone if they’re not your Soulmate. Finding your Soulmate at such a young age is very unusual though, so on the other hand you may as well have fun during the years that you haven’t found them yet.
And except for that one date you‘ve always had fun when you were around Peter.
Flash, splashing water on Peter from the pool now, is still annoying Peter, “I love Spider-Man. Everyone knows that. But even I wouldn‘t get a tattoo. Especially not on my ass.”
Wait, a Spider-Man tattoo? It can‘t be what you think it is.
“It‘s actually on his back,” Ned says, defending Peter.
The banter is forgotten once more people join Flash in the pool and Peter and Ned jump in too.
While Peter does a cannonball into the water you steal a glance at his back and, really - it‘s the same Spiderweb that covers the space between your boobs, currently covered up by the frill of your bikini.
Your heart stops for a solid five seconds.
Another glance to the middle of Peter’s back confirms it. It’s the same tattoo that you see in the mirror every day.
A boy crashes into you, apologising, but then laughing when he sees where you’re looking, “Too distracted staring at Peter’s ass, huh?”
Peter turns to you and you look down, “Uh, no..”
You have no words.
You’ve found your actual Soulmate.
At such a young age, too.
He calls out to you to finally come into the pool and you ease your way in, bending down to sit at the edge of it, cooling your legs first and then your whole body slides it.
Peter splashes your upper body with water and you rub your eyes, looking down at your now wet bikini top.
“Oh, sorry, are you okay?” Peter asks.
How do you do this? How do you tell your Soulmate... that he’s your Soulmate?
“Uh, yeah, just a bit tired. I don’t know if I should be swimming.”
He looks so flawless with his wet hair hanging over his forehead. Maybe you should just ask him if he wants to go out with you?
“I’ll go out with you,” he says.
Did you say that out loud? “S-sorry, what?”
“We can get out of the water if you‘re too tired, I’ll go with you.”
You get your towels, sitting on the outside-sofas in the luxurious garden.
“Is that your Soulmate tattoo?” you ask.
“On my back? Yeah. I don’t have any other tattoos,” he smiles, his eyes darting to various parts of your body, perhaps looking for your tattoo, to compare it to his?
“But I‘m not sure if I believe in the whole Soulmate thing,” he continues.
Your shoulders slump, “What do you mean?”
“If I met someone with the same tattoo, then sure, I‘d believe they‘re my Soulmate. But I believe that there are also other people you‘re compatible with, even if they don‘t have the same tattoo, you know?”
“Is there someone you‘re seeing, whose tattoo doesn‘t match yours?
“Oh, no - no, I’m not seeing anyone. What about you?”
“Me neither.”
Peter looks comfortable on his towel but you can’t wait anymore. You sit up and offer him a hand, “Can you come with me? I want to show you something.”
He doesn’t hesitate to link your hands, “Where to?”
You wordlessly walk him upstairs into the first bathroom you find. It’s luxurious, spacy and has shiny marble everywhere.
He’s facing you and in the mirror behind him you look at the spiderweb one last time, assuring yourself that it’s the same as yours.
People stare at your boobs way too much anyway, a tattoo right between them makes it all the more an attraction. So you usually opt for bikini tops that cover up a little more. Today it’s been a nuisance, hiding the fact that you’re Soulmates from Peter.
You take a short breath, grab the sides of your bikini top, and pull it over your head.
“Woah,” Peter says, looking up, throwing his hands over his eyes.
You giggle, “Peter, you can look.”
He sneaks a peek from behind his fingers, glancing at your boobs. You’re pushing them up, only so he can see the tattoo better of course.
But his eyes close again, “I promise you can look. I want you to see.”
He licks his lips and opens his eyes, looking into yours then downwards. His eyes go wide when he discovers what you want him to see, jerking around to look at his back in the mirror.
“I have the same tattoo!” he says, pointing to himself.
“I know!” you grin.
“So that means we’re-”
Both of you lean forward, meeting in a kiss, first he misses your lips, delivering a kiss to your nose. You both grin through it, and soon your lips are touching, more smiling against each other, than a proper kiss, but right now you couldn’t care less.
“Woah,” he repeats.
“I know,” you repeat back.
“Can I see the tattoo again?”
“Mhm,” you nod, your hands still cupping your boobs. You realise you don’t know why you’re still doing it and let go, your hands coming together behind your back, and you push your chest out a little more.
Peter licks his lips, “Can I touch them?”
He’s a bit clumsy with it but you can’t blame him. First his fingers trace your tattoo, smiling up at you.
His thumbs massage your nipples, and you involuntarily sigh out of pleasure, ready to be embarrassed, but Peter pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You’re beautiful.”
“You too,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, your chests pressed together.
“These are beautiful,” he mumbles, looking down at your boobs, your hearts hammering against each other.
You get lost in kissing for a few minutes, resting your forehead against his to catch a breath.
“This is so..,” Peter combs a hand through his hair, breaking out in a smile, “I’ve hit the fucking jackpot.”
You’re about to return the compliment, but he continues, “I know I never apologised for it, the date I took you on last year. It was terrible, I know, I was too embarrassed to talk about it again. I-I didn’t know-”
“Don‘t apologise. I get that you were nervous, it‘s okay. Taking your Soulmate on a date is a bit nerve racking, right?” you both chuckle.
“Yeah, it is. Maybe I had an inkling back then. No, but really, I want to apologise. It was terrible. I guess I could explain it now. I was only so distracted because I had something really important to do, I- I’m Spider-Man.”
Your jaw hangs open.
“I know it sounds ironic because of the tattoo - but especially in the beginning it actually helped me a lot, with coping with this responsibility. I‘m not saying I‘m the chosen one or anything, but it shows me that it happened for a reason - me being bitten by a Spider and me having a spiderweb tattoo..”
You still can’t get a word out.
“So yeah, that‘s the reason I was acting so weird on that date, cause I had an important job and there were these criminals I had to catch but I still wanted to go on the date with you and I just ended up ruining every-”
“Don‘t worry about it. I get it now,” you say, “Do you want to leave? Just go somewhere where it can be just us two,” you can’t wait to find out more about him, still too shocked to talk about the fact that your Soulmate is an Avenger.
“I‘d love to. I know this really nice restaurant, or maybe we can just go for a walk- or I have films we can watch-” he pauses when he notices you staring at him, “W-what?”
“Honestly, I‘m the one who’s hit the jackpot. I don‘t care what we do, as long as I‘m with you.”
You peck his cheek and put your bikini top back on, opening the door to leave.
“Um- I’ll be out in a minute,” Peter says.
“Everything o-” you notice how his hand is covering the front part of his swimming shorts, “-oh.” You walk back into the bathroom and lock the door, moving his hand off his bulge.
“I’m sorry, it’s just I saw - and touched - your boobs and the whole situation is so exciting. It just.. happened,” you shush him by kissing him, your tongue pushing his lips open, him pushing you up against the counter and lifting you onto it by your thighs.
Surprised by his strength, you pull back.
“Being Spider-Man has quite a few advantages..”
You peck his jaw and jump off the counter again, “Actually I was thinking we could..” you turn toward the mirror and lean your forearms on top of the counter, your ass stretched out behind you.
He swallows, holding his hands up, “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what exactly you’re expecting right now.”
“I- I don‘t know how comfortable that is for you, but you could stand behind me and- um… just rub yourself against my ass,” you’ve never done anything like this, so you have no idea what he likes.
“That will definitely be comfortable- just let me know if you want to stop anytime.”
“Sure,” you jut your hips out only a bit more.
His hands travel over your ass, looking at you through the mirror, still smiling, adoring you. You bite your lip and look downward with a smile.
“Don’t be shy, I promise you don’t have to be shy around me, ever,” Peter kisses the back of your neck.
You move your ass back a few inches to get him to start, and feel how hard he is for the first time. That was your doing. You have no problem looking up at him through the mirror now.
He begins moving back and forth, grinding himself against you and his eyes flutter shut after only a few seconds, opening again to look at you. To admire you.
You can see his eyes on your ass, going up your spine, and then looking you right in the eyes through the mirror, gaze shifting down to your boobs every now and then.
His hands are gripping your hips, cock rubbing against your ass through his shorts. His breathing becomes laboured as he licks his lips, biting his lower lip.
Just as you look back at him, his eyes fall shut and he mumbles something, praising you with a moan. You continue to watch him through the mirror, noting how sexy he looks when he cums.
(That’s your Soulmate, damn)
As he slows down, you look a bit more downward, so he won’t have to feel embarrassed that you were shamelessly staring at him while he came.
He breathes in and out once, looking at you from behind, “Did you cum?” he asks.
You turn around to him completely, “Uh,” you bite back a smile, “No..” he was rubbing up against your pussy very slightly, but it definitely wasn’t enough.
His shoulders slump ever so slightly, and there’s a hint of a pout at his lips.
“But don‘t worry, we‘ve got our whole lives to teach you how to make me cum,” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can actually think it through.
Yes, you‘re Soulmates, but surely there are exceptions where it doesn‘t work out for couples nevertheless.
But Peter’s answer is instant, “Yes we do. Can’t wait to become an expert at it,” he says, hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you.
“Okay, now I‘ll really only be a minute, let me clean up, I‘ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“See you there.”
You say goodbye to everyone with a smile and gather all your belongings and get dressed, meeting Peter in the kitchen.
It’s as if you’re in front of a mirror when you look at Peter, him grinning from ear to ear, you’re not sure whose smile is wider.
His eyes seem to light up the whole world.
The realisation has just hit. This is your Soulmate. You’ve found your actual Soulmate. And it’s none other than Peter Benjamin Parker.
He takes your hand and you two leave the house.
You don’t have a plan on where you’re going yet. But it’s like you said, you have your whole lives.
And you get to spend it together with your Soulmate.
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lesbian-deadpool · 2 hours ago
Steve: Now, if someone is trying to rob you, what is the correct course of action?
Thor: T-Posing to assert dominance.
Peter: Naruto run.
Clint: Screaming.
Bruce: Well, they’re probably in desperate need of the money, or deeply unhappy and unfulfilled in their life, so I think I’d give them as much as I can spare, and a big hug!
Natasha: Absolutely not! All of you are so wrong! What you’re supposed to do is-
Y/N: Thank God for the lovely meal you’re about to have, and then-
Steve: Absolutely not!!
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spideymix · 2 days ago
so this is littlemix member!reader x tom holland
basically the girls bring out a new song about women empowerment (we have to stan😏) and like not needing a man (reader and tom are already together btw) and tom gets a little upset because he thinks the reader doesn’t want him but she reassures him that he’s perfect and it’s a fluffy ending where he really likes the song and promotes it with the girls <3
thank you:))
(Aww! Yes <3)
title: Joan of Arc
pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Little Mix x member!Reader (platonic)
warnings: fluff and Tom being insecure
summary: You and you're band mates are in the process of recording a song. Tom hears the lyrics and becomes a little insecure.
A/N: This is probably gonna be my last request before I start my series, but I just had to do this it's so cute :). Enjoy!
"You ready,Y/N?" Pierre asks. You nod walking into the studio. Your boyfriend was right behind you with his hand on your back. Tom insisted on coming with you to the studio on his day off. He wanted to see the process of you girls making your new album "LM5". You girls only had one song left to record, Joan of Arc.
"I'm so excited to see you sing, Darling" Tom says rubs your back. You feel your cheeks start to turn red. You two have only been daiting for about a month, so you're still getting used to all his compliments.
"Um hello we're singing too, Spiderman" Jesy says laughing at your boyfriend. Tom rolls his eyes then sits next to the guy recording your group.
"I still can't believe you have a boyfriend, you've been the single one in the group for so long" Leigh Anne says teasingly. You roll your eyes then give her the middle finger.
"We're just teasing, y/n/n" Jade says before entering the sound booth. You all start to enter, but before you do you make sure to give Tom a peck on his cheek. You guys haven't really kissed on the lips yet, you're trying to take things slow so cheek kisses work. You enter the sound booth and place your headphones on.
The guy recording you gives a thumbs up and the music starts. Leigh starts singing. You glance over to see Tom moving his head to the beat. Next up to sing is Pierre, you then hear the deep voice say
Oh, you on that feminist tip?
Hell yeah I am!
All five of you sing. Now it's your turn to sing solo.
I don't need a man
If I'm loving you it's cause I can.
Tom loved the seductive sound of your voice. If he was being honest it was turning him on...that was until he processed the words you just said. He brushed it off and kept listening to you and the other girls sing. Then it was your turn again.
I don't need a man
If I'm loving you it's cause I can
Tom starts to feel sad hearing you sing those words. He knows that Little Mix is notorious for writing feminist and women empowerment songs, but this one just made him feel a certain way. Maybe you don't need him. Maybe you're too good for him.
I don't need your cash
I put my own rock on my hand
That line honestly hurt the worst. He wanted to put a ring on your hand one day. He wanted to spoil the living hell out of you. He knew you were the one for him, but what if he wasn't the one for you? You're to perfect, that's what he thought. To perfect for him. He wants you happy, but he doubts he can make you as happy as you deserve.
Just then you all come out of the booth
"That was great ladies, you're free to go." The man says. Tom gets up and walks towards the door without you. You and the other four girls look at each other with a confused look. Jesy nods her head telling you to go after him. You run out of the studio and see Tom sitting on a couch in the lobby. You walk over to him and tap his shoulder.
"Hey Bubs, what's wrong?" You ask sitting next to him. He doesn't meet your gaze at first, he's looking down at his hands. So you take it upon yourself to cup his chin and make him look you in the eyes.
"Hi" you say with that cute voice that Tom couldn't resist. His face starts to heat up and he chuckles. Then he frowns again.
"Seriously what's wrong, Lovie?" You ask him scooting closer and placing your legs over his. Now you're pretty much sitting on his lap. He carefully places his hand on your thigh. He makes sure you're okay with it though, obviously you were.
"Tell me, please" You says pouting. He can't resist you when you do that.
"It's...." He then mumbles the last part. Looking down at his lap.
"What?" You ask playing with his messy curls. You brushed a stray one out of his face and he looked in your eyes taking a deep breath.
"It's your song" he says quietly, but loud enough that you heard him.
"What's wrong with it?" You ask, fearing he thought you sucked.
" didn't need a man and well...that kinda makes me realize, you don't, you're to perfect for me and I don't deserve you. In one line you said, "Drop your man down like you don't want him no more" and...I don't know it's deserve someone better." Tom says frowning.
"That's what this is about?" You say giggling a little. He nods, afraid that you thought he was stupid.
"Tom, the song was right I don't need a man" You tell him. He looks at you, all his hope drained. He then looks away and tries not to cry, but you cup his cheek to make him look back at you.
"No woman needs a man...that is unless it's their soulmate. You're mine Tom, so I do need you." You reassure him. Tom's face instantly lights up. He pulls you closer, given you were already about an inch apart, and crashes his lips into yours. You and Tom were having your first the middle of the studio, so it didn't surprise you when you heard squealing and clapping from behind you. You pull away and look over your shoulder to see Leigh, Pierre, Jade, and Jesy instantly hide behind the front desk.
"How long have you lot been standing there?" You ask you friends who slowly get up from behind the table.
"Not that long..." Pierre starts. You give them a knowing look.
"...only since you left the room." Jade says smiling at the end. You shake your head and turn back to Tom smiling. He was already looking at you, his eyes filled with adoration. You rest your heads on each other's.
You wake up to your phone buzzing every few seconds. You opened your phone to see a shit ton of Instagram notifications.
Tom Holland tagged you in a post
You clicked on the notification and it took you too a post Tom made just a few minutes ago.
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Tagged y/instagram
tomholland2013 ✔: She doesn't need a man...well I guess I'm the only exception. My girl is a badass, I adore you Y/N xxx. I can definitely fall for a woman like her (haha get it 😉). Also go listen to Little Mix's new album LM5!
jadethirlwall: Aww <3
hazosterfield: how'd you get her? Haha
↳ tomholland2013: I ask myself that everyday
samholland1999: Blink twice if you need help, Y/N :)
↳ tomholland2013: oh fuck off, Sam
y/instagram: aww Tom <3 Thanks Lovie. I'm about to come over rn.
↳ tomholland2013: Well it's my job as your boyfriend to adore you, so why not post it :). See you in a few xxx
You knock on Tom's door and he opens it. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and his go around you waist. He lifts you off the ground and spins you. Once you're back in the ground Tom kisses you on your lips, cheek, nose, forehead, basically your entire face.
"You're the best" You tell him.
"No you" he says before pulling you into a long passionate kiss.
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ptersmj · 2 days ago
How about something w Peter and this promt I just made 🙀
“What are you doing!?”
“I’m comforting you, obviously.”
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a/n: sorry i left you hanging for a while but i hope the wait was worth it ! i’m totally projecting with this btw lmfhsjdhhs enjoy
this school year has barely just begun, and you’re already being overloaded with work. it’s assignment after assignment, deadline after deadline. you quickly came to realize that you took your lazy days in the sun for granted.
the last thing you want to spend your weekend doing is homework, but here you are. your dork of a boyfriend insisted you two have what he calls a study saturday.
a date with peter parker isn’t your average dinner and a movie. endless vocabulary lists and calculus formulas consume most evenings instead.
you face plant into your open history textbook, letting out a muffled groan.
“lighten up, babe,” peter playfully chastises you.
he’s propped up against some pillows on your bed, flying through the same pages your face is currently smushed against. you’re laid on your stomach with him behind you.
“i can’t, peter. if i read one more word of this, my brain is gonna explode,” you dramatize, turning onto your back so you’re looking up at him.
you’re met with peter’s questioning gaze. he lowers his textbook and furrows both eyebrows.
“is it?” peter entertains the idea, you pouting your bottom lip out. “yes, and that’s a theory you don’t wanna test.” a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “there aren’t many of those,” he agrees.
“i’m well aware, mr. science guy,” you retort and nudge his thigh with your knee. peter chuckles softly, nudging you back. “mr. science guy,” he repeats. “i like it. sounds very official.”
you nod in response, causing your face to twist up in pain. your fingers move to rub at your temples.
“ugh, my head is killing me from cramming all this useless information into it,” you complain, peter’s lips forming a frown. “i wouldn’t say it’s useless,” he defends. “it’s important we learn our history so it doesn’t repeat itself-“
“peter,” you wince, your eyes squeezing shut. you’re really just not in the mood today. “sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, continuing to silently read his textbook once again.
peter skims the pages while you lie there in agony. your head is literally pounding, the stress of everything like a huge weight that’s crushing down on you.
knowingly, peter sets his textbook aside after letting you suffer a few minutes longer.
you feel an actual weight crushing down on you as he rolls on top of your body. his arms hug your waist and give it a gentle squeeze, head resting on your stomach with his cheek squished against you.
“pete, what are you doing?” you wonder, staring at him incredulously. an innocent grin paints his face. “i’m comforting you, obviously,” he explains, fingertips pushing up your t-shirt.
you open your mouth to protest, but shut it when his warm hands find their place on your sides. humming, you part your legs so he has more room.
“what happened to study saturday?” you tease him. “eh, i’d much rather be doing this,” peter punctuates his statement with a kiss to your exposed belly button, which earns a giggle from you.
he begins to inch his way up your body. your arms wind around his torso once you two are face to face, peter dipping his head down to be closer.
“hi,” he rasps. his eyes lock with yours, you beaming at him. “hey,” you whisper.
peter’s lips meet your forehead feather-lightly, a relieved sigh leaving you.
he always finds a way to make the noise go quiet.
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vi-trying-to-survive · 2 days ago
Perfect Picnics
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Peter Parker x f!Reader
Warnings: None, I don't think so ... just a little steamy at the end ... but other than that its just fluff
Summary: Peter and (Y/N) go on a picnic .... on a skyscraper ?
A/N: Oof I hope you guys like this 💖💖💖 ... I thought it was cute 👉👈 Also if you liked it leave a request, I love doing them 🥺🥺💖💖
She stood on the roof of her building, the cool summer breeze whipping through her hair, delicately running through her hair, as she squinted into the darkness, her lips curving into a smile when the familiar figure came swinging by, flipping twice before landing softly before her. Moving towards him, he pulled the mask off, his brown curls a fluffy mess above his head, she intertwined her fingers behind his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss, his hands moving to clutch her waist instinctively. Pulling back, he gave her a lopsided grin, "Hi, baby", moving his arm to twirl her around, the skirt she wore flaring up around her, "you look so pretty", her giggles floating amongst the endless honks and chatter of the city that never sleeps.
Tugging her back to his body, "he tightly wrapped his arms around her, stepping up to the rooftop ledge, "you ready babe?", chuckling as she curled her legs around his waist, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Flipping off the concrete ground, he raised an arm instinctively, a long, whitish cord shooting out, pulling them up, towards the dark sky, their figures reflected on the glossy, glass skyscrapers, with the tint of the dim streetlights. His enhanced hearing picking up the sudden, rapid breathing of the girl in his arms, Peter tilted his head slightly, whispering in her ear, "we're almost there, baby", hoping to ease her, "just a little longer".
A few minutes later, they gently landed on the concrete, ground, (Y/N) still clutching tightly onto her boyfriend, as he loosened his grip on her, snuggling closer to him, "just a little while longer", trembling a little as she spoke.
Putting her feet down on the ground, her eyes fluttered open, the adrenaline slowly seeping out of her veins, allowing her to relax, only for her heart to swell when she took in the sight before her. A red and white checkered blanket lay on the ground, two almost matching sandwiches from Delmar's wrapped carefully in paper, one with pickles and one without and hearty slices of cherry pie, all surrounded by the soft, yellow glow from candles. Her palms clasped across her gaping mouth, she turned back to face the bashful boy, who was rubbing the nape of his neck nervously, his eyes flitting around them, stammering out, "I- You don't- I um-". Unable to contain her emotion, she threw herself into his arms, tightly curling her arms around his figure, as his mouth shut, beaming back at her, "thank you, baby", pulling back a little, to press a delicate kiss on his cheek, "I love it".
Taking a seat on the fluffy, stretched out material before them, (Y/N) grabbed his hand in hers, gently rubbing circles into the skin, bringing it up to place a kiss on it, “I really love this”, she spoke softly. The edges of his mouth curved up to form a grin, leaning in to touch his lips to the warm skin of her cheek before grabbing the food and passing some out to her and then himself.
Soon, only crumbs were left across the glossy, fragile surfaces of the white paper plates. The pair had opted to lay on the cool concrete ground as a warm summers breeze blew past them, tickling and caressing their skin gently. She curled closer into his frame, tenderly placing her self under his hold, grinning contently as he responded by tugging her closer to him, making her lace their fingers together, as he tilted his head slightly to softly peck the top of her head, admiring the way her eyes glittered as she watched the sky with intent, strands of her hair lightly dancing around with the wind, the glow of light reflecting on her face, giving her an almost-angelic look.
She watched the vast darkness above her dreamily, always loving how the stars could always sparkle so bright that they lit up a whole world, smiling as how she thought they reminded her of Peter, a shining gem in a world with evil, not indestructible and yet he chooses to help people everyday.
Turning her head, she was met by his chocolate brown eyes, drawing her in, like an addiction that she could never quench, making her breath hitch in her throat as he moved in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist tighter, pulling them both up so that she straddled his hips. She desperately held onto his frame, kissing back like her life depended on it, letting out a soft moan as he boldly slipped his tongue into her mouth, her fingers finding their way into his hair, tangling themselves in the curls, making him groan into the kiss.
Pulling away for air, she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the quiet pants from his mouth loud to her, making her smirk victoriously at him, "did I just leave the famous Spiderman breathless?".
Chuckling softly in her ear, he responded, tugging her closer to him gently, "you always leave me breathless", making chills run down her spine, as he gazed into her eyes in wonder.
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hollandsmushroom · a day ago
You Could Have Been Nicer To Me || P.P.
word count: 501
warnings: none
idk why but I love tik tok videos and couple trends and I love writing them, pls don’t have me lmao!
You laid back against the bland plaster wall of Peter’s dorm room, fingers mindlessly swiping through your phone as you doom scrolled to distract from the work that was sitting next to you on the bed. Tik Tok is a place to numb pain, mindlessly taking in content that makes you feel all sorts of stuff but some of your favorite ones were the pranks. Yes, so many of them are fake but the ones that are real are just so entertaining, and that is exactly what showed up on your fyp, a prank that you settled on being perfect to pull on Peter. 
Quickly setting up filming you pressed record, letting a deep sigh pass your slip past your lips as you held your phone in your hand, facing towards Peter. You noticed how his back straightened at the noise, every sense attuned to you. 
“You alright, baby?” he asked, not turning to face you yet, still writing rapidly on the notepad in front of him. 
“I just” you paused, looking down at your lap for dramatic effect. “I feel like you could have been nicer to me today” and with that all of Peter’s attention was on you, he spun around in his chair to face you, eyes wide as his chest clenched, had he been mean? Had he not given you enough attention? He never wanted to hurt his love and the mere suggestion that he had was weighing heavily on his heart, needing to hold you and be held in the instant. He hurriedly pushed out of his chair and fell on top of you. 
You flipped the camera around to front facing, catching how he buried his face in the crook of your neck and peppered the skin with tiny kisses, all the while his brown eyes staring adoringly up at your own, like he was pleading with you to acknowledge the undeniable fact that he loved you with every thing that he had. 
“I am so sorry baby, is there a way I can make it up to you? I could take you on a date” he offered before pausing, his lips still on your neck “But I am broke, hmm lets see, I could rob a bank to take you on a date?” he shook his head at his own suggestion, his words drawing a giggle from your chest. “But that is literally everything I fight against, um I don’t know, baby please tell me how I can make it up to you” he begged, pressing his soft face further into your neck, your hand raising and weaving through his soft hair, tugging him back from his place of solace at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 
“Baby, it's a joke” you informed with a broad smile on your cheeks, Peter’s face on the other hand took on his baby faced pout as he pushed back into your shoulder. 
“You’re not nice” he muttered, yet he stayed in your arms, his safe place.  
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aniqua · 7 hours ago
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by @subspider
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peter parker x reader
mature sexual content, 18+
summary: what good are handcuffs when your boyfriend has superhuman strength.
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Peter tugs, repeating your motion with a significant amount of exertion. There’s a cacophonous rattle against the bed frame but otherwise, the pair of cuffs remain intact.
You return his smile, leaning forward to brush your finger along the crevices of a pair, then you lay down, a cool cheek anchoring itself to his feverish abdomen, hands going under his back to envelop him into a warm embrace. Peter’s breathing slows down, he has become hyper-vigilant and does not want to rouse you from your ephemeral repose. He allows you to clasp around him; he’s the sepia-toned photograph in your love-heart-shaped locket.
“Are you tired?” Peter reluctantly queries after a brief moment of tranquility. “We can do this whenever, it doesn’t have to be now.”
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vendettaparker · 4 hours ago
can i request some uhhhhhhhhh overprotective peter parker fluff
word count: 774
warnings: swearing
a/n: i love me some cute peter parker fluff :) i added a surprise ending too, hope you enjoy!
Peter was… a lot sometimes. It’s no secret that he’s a little overbearing when it comes to keeping you safe. Though, you can’t really blame him considering what he’s been through. It’s just that sometimes, it’s a little too much. Like in the past few weeks, he’s been a little overbearing.
“Babe wait!” Peter called, pushing past the table and chairs in your apartment, knocking over a few houseplants in the process as he chased after you, “don’t forget your new pepper spray, I already took the liberty of taking the plastic off and testing it out. It really hurts, so that’s good. You also have your house key right? Oh! And got you this to put on your key chain, so if you press this button for three seconds it’ll alert me. And if you have any problems you have my number and my emergency number and May’s—”
“Peter,” You sighed, “I’m just going to get the mail, I’m not leaving.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Peter sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “But when you do leave for work, you’ll take these right?”
You reluctantly nodded since you knew it’d help him sleep easy at night.
A few mornings later, as you were making coffee, you accidentally dropped your mug on the floor.
“Shit,” You muttered the second the coffee slipped out of your hands and onto the hardwood floor, shattering the mug and spilling the scalding liquid.
Peter rushed in, milliseconds after it happened, “What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call the hospital? Do you need bandaids? Are you bleeding? Do you need—”
“Peter!” You interrupted him, “I’m fine, babe. I just spilled my coffee.” You bent down to pick it up, but Peter rushed to your said and stopped you.
“No, I’ll do it,” He said, grabbing your arm to stand you back up, “you could cut yourself on the glass and get an infection and die.”
“Peter,” You sighed, rubbing your temples, “it’s just coffee, I’ll be alright.”
“Of course,” Peter nodded, “but still, just let me. I don’t mind.”
You stood up and shrugged, “Okay fine. If it’ll help you sleep at night.”
Peter nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek before dropping to his knees to clean the broken glass and spilled coffee.
That night in bed, you decided to address your growing concern over Peter’s overprotectiveness.
“Hey, babe?” You asked, resting your head on his shoulder as he read his book for his literature course.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Peter said, resting his book in his lap, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” You smiled, “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Oh, you know.” Peter’s eyes lit up, “you know, don’t you? Oh my God, it’s finally happening. Okay, okay, so this may seem weird but the only reason I know before you is because I’m Spider-Man, and y’know, super-human hearing, so I—”
“Know what?” You interrupted.
“Y-You know,” Peter said, nudging your stomach. “About the baby. And I’m sorry I’ve kept it a secret, I mean technically the mom should know first—”
“What baby?” You furrowed your brows, “there’s a baby?”
“Oh, so you don’t know…” Peter concluded, quickly shutting up.
“Peter?” You looked at Peter with confused eyes, “Am I p-pregnant?”
“Ugh,” Peter groaned, “this was not how this was supposed to go. I just figured you’d take a test soon and find out, I didn’t think I’d be the one breaking the news to you. And I know we’re young and we’re not married, but I really really love you, (Y/N), and I think I’m—we’re—ready. And I tried so hard to keep it a secret or pretend it was something else, but I can hear her heartbeat every time I’m with you and it makes it so real. And I know I’ve been a little overbearing but I just love you and her so much—”
“Him, Peter.” You said softly, cutting him off, “I think it’s a boy.”
Peter stopped his rambling at looked over at you, where tears were glistening in your eyes and a small smile was planted on your face.
Peter sniffled and pulled you in for a hug, “You’re okay?”
“More than okay,” You smiled, giving Peter and bug, wet kiss, “I’m pregnant.”
You and Peter basked in the moment for a while, until finally, you piped up, “I’m not gonna take the pepper spray to work anymore, by the way. I accidentally sprayed Bucky when he tried to surprise me in the grocery store. I’ve never seen a grown man cry like that.”
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Dancing w/ Our Hands Tied (part twenty-one)
Summary: Winter break has commenced, which means time apart for Reader and Peter. But time apart is exactly what they need to their get heads out of their asses and kiss and make up, agreed? (masterlist)
Warnings: angst (duh), abandonment issues, a gazillion taylor swift references, fluff, reconciliation, swearing , everybody telling peter what an idiot he is lmfaoo, wise words, mj = sage wizard
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader/Stark!Reader
Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson
Word count: 13k (have fun with this)
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Peter pushed his fork around his plate, nodding as he listened to May talk. He felt his leg start to jump up and down below the table and cleared his throat, putting his hand on his knee to stop it as he moved the plate away from him.
"Not hungry?" May queried, pointing to his hardly touched food.
Peter shook his head. "No, sorry, May. Go on," He sighed.
May paused before continuing, looking at him, doubtful. "Well, after I finished doing routine checkups, I got a call from Happy. He picked me up and we got a nice lunch outside the hospital. He says hi, by the way,"
"Oh. Right, that's still happening," Peter recalled. "Everything's going well then?"
May smiled a little at the thought. "It's going very well. I have you to thank for suggesting the whole thing in the first place. Happy's a perfect gentleman,"
"That's great, I'm glad things are so good for you. You deserve a gentleman," Peter told honestly, palm driving up and down his thigh to obstruct the irritating movement. 
May hummed in agreement, obviously satisfied with her relationship. Peter hadn't seen her so content in a while - it was nice. Following a long pause, May's fork scraping against the plate filling the silence, she hesitantly spoke up again.
"Moving on from me... have you and Y/N patched things up yet?"
Peter stiffened slightly from the mention, clearing his throat. "Uh, no. Not... really. She made it pretty clear she just wants to be alone and I'm trying to respect that, you know. Could we just- Talk about something else?"
"Pete, I love you, but you've always been one to overthink. And with love you just gotta put yourself out there, take a risk," May urged, ignoring his request. "It's been nearly two weeks. Give her a call,"
"I don't... I don't think that's such a good idea," Peter said, inhaling sharply. "Look, I- I'm fine. And I'm sure she is too, maybe it's for the best. Maybe we don't have much of a future,"
May raised her brows, interested. "What makes you think that? I was your age when I met your uncle, and when I got married," She noted. "And when I graduated. Eventful year,"
"It doesn't matter why I think it. But-But you know, you and Uncle Ben, you got lucky. Everything worked out, you both loved each other and you both wanted more and you were both ready for that. It's just... different with Y/N," He told.
She sighed, nodding. "I guess you're right. It's a crappy situation," May mentioned.
"I'm well aware," Peter said, tone bitter as his thoughts lingered on the last time he saw you.
May continued to eat. Peter stood up, taking his dish as he covered it with a plastic covering on it and put it in the fridge for leftovers another night. He plopped back down across from May, the kitchen light flickering above them slightly. 
"Here's a scenario. Let's say you got a call from Y/N right now," May proposed. "And she says she wants to get back together, she misses you, she... wants to recreate a TikTok with you, or something, whatever teens say. What would you do?"
Peter hesitated, thinking about the scenario that, knowing you, wouldn't happen in his wildest dreams. You deleted TikTok when Peter tagged you in a sad video of a dog passing. In his defence, he didn't finish the video and thought it was about a golden retriever running around a field.
It was not.
"Um... I don't know,"
May tilted her head at Peter, curious, considering he had spent the better half of his vacation moping. 
"I-I mean- Obviously I... I do, I would love nothing more for things to go back to how they were. With her and with... you know, everything," Peter quickly said. 
He inhaled deeply before going on, stammering as he tried to place his words.
"But um, I don't know, it's just- It was her decision. She decided to shut me out, she decided to run, she decided to end it," He emphasised. "I'm not interested in having a relationship where I'm constantly worrying I'll set her off and she'll decide to break things off and I'll get hurt again,"
"Well, no relationship is a guarantee, Pete. There's no fail-safe option, no backup plan and that's what makes it interesting and exciting, you get what I'm saying?" May said. 
Peter nodded along, chewing the inside of his cheek as he listened.
"But, what I'm getting is... if you did end up getting back together, you'd just have to know it was safe," May stated. "Which is okay, you don't want to get hurt. Nobody does. Humans have tried, but every time it leads them into a place. If you avoid the bad, you'll never experience the good,"
"It's not that I wouldn't risk it for her, I'd risk everything," Peter replied. "I love her, I can't- That's not going away any time soon,"
May's eyes widened a little, taken aback by the confession. She hummed, delighted as Peter realised what came out. He could predict the upcoming comments from his beloved May.
"I just- You know, I mean... I..." He trailed off.
"You're head over heels in love with her, I've known for months," May bragged. "It's a good feeling to see you realise it too,"
"It's not as good of a feeling when it feels one-sided," Peter remarked.
"Uh-huh, sure," May muttered, finishing her dinner, not believing him.
Peter furrowed his brows. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," May affirmed, shaking her head. 
"No, no, you have that look where you know something, come on, May," Peter pointed out.
She had a small smug smile on her face, shrugging. "No, it's... it's really nothing. It's just a hunch," She said. "From the limited time I've spent with her, I would say that she feels the same. She's just confused, and she's feeling a lot. Being in love and having your heartbroken, I would say she's far from fine,"
"But she freaked out when I said it, why wouldn't she say-" Peter began.
"-The same reason you didn't say it when she asked," May interrupted.
"But that's different, I'm afraid of pushing her further away from me than I already have," Peter stated.
May scoffed. "And what do you think she is? Why did she end things? Because she was afraid. God, you kids, and fear. You're young, this is the age to be fearless. If you let it get to you, stuff like this happens and you end up feeling like crap,"
Peter, surprised by her candidness, hesitated, clearing his throat again. "I just keep on thinking about it, you know. And she-she means a lot to me. So much. I don't want to- I can't lose her all over again,"
May's expression rested, comforting as she gave him a tight-lipped smile, nodding, understanding his reluctance. 
"Maybe you have to risk losing her to keep her. Maybe I'm completely wrong, maybe you move on and you're even happier with someone else or maybe you realise you've got a hell of a girl, overwhelmed and disoriented, needing a little time to come around. Whatever comes first, I'm here for you and I'll always support you no matter what," She assured kindly, putting her hand over his and giving a quick squeeze before she went to put her empty plate into the sink.
Peter couldn't say he didn't need that. Although, he couldn't quite picture a future without you in it. He didn't like it anyway. Frankly, he barely remembered what his life was without you. It was strange. 
But this was Peter, he could be patient. He was Spider-Man. He was a freakin' superhero. He could hold out for his girl.
The Avengers sat around the table, recently returning from the tiresome mission, laughing as Sam recounted a story. You were zoned out, for the most part, partially listening to the heroes enjoy themselves after the days spent in Australia, working an international arms deal.
"God, that was a hell of a mission, right Cap?" Sam declared
"I hate that story so much," Steve shook his head, hiding his face as the team berated them with more questions.
"Alright, alright, so Rogers comes up to me and goes on and on about the chick at the bar," Sam continued. "Turns out, she's Hydra. We get into a shootout behind the building, and right as we're gettin' out of the whirlwind of bullets, I turn to him and say-"
"-Let's do the bullet tornado," Steve finished off for him, remembering the mission.
"What the hell's the bullet tornado?" Natasha chimed.
"Hey, hey, it's called the man sprinkler," Sam scolded strictly, joking as Steve chuckled. "Basically, we stand back to back and shoot in a circle all 'round us. It looks awesome,"
Steve nodded along. "It does look pretty awesome," He admitted.
"I'll drink to that," Tony raised his glass.
"You drink to everything," Wanda said.
"Cheers!" Tony called out as the rest of the table laughed, clinking their glasses with each other.
You blinked a few times, noticing you were the only one with your glass still on the table. You put it to the air, acting as if you'd been hearing and gently tapping yours against Clint's. 
You cleared your throat, waiting patiently as everybody else proceeded lively conversation, relishing Wanda's home-cooked meal. The mission was a huge success, names plastered on headlines celebrating the victory and even a call from Senator Ross saying how well they'd done.
Spending a couple of days in Australia was an interesting experience. You got to mingle with locals, try out different foods, learn new slang, shoot some bad guys. A good experience and an even better distraction, not letting yourself think about a certain resident in Queens.
And the minute you returned, he came back. Just... there. Occupying every thought as he had been doing every day since he kissed you. It was the Brooklyn Bridge that reminded you of him, strangely enough. 
As much you wanted to share the positivity radiating from the Avengers, your mind wandered off somewhere else and into the arms of Spider-Boy.
Wow. Shocker.
Perhaps you had lost your mind. You wouldn't put it past yourself. Come on, you were Y/N Stark. Wait. That was it. You were a Stark. Damn it. Obviously, you were losing it. Your dad lost it a while ago and never looked back. 
Maybe the best idea was to embrace it. Just go ahead and listen to ‘Red’ by Taylor Swift, steal wine from Wanda's secret stash, cry your heart out and put your problems on everybody else. That was your initial plan. 
Then you thought, ‘hey, maybe keep that dignity. It could help’.
Dignity did not help. Truth be told, you were tempted to throw in the towel. But you also realised that, well, you were supposed to be completely and utterly fine. To the others, nothing happened two weeks ago. Nothing eventful or even the slightest bit damaging to your emotions.
You were supposed to be fine. 
Hell, maybe if you told yourself that a few billion times, it would become true. Alright, new plan... (well, technically, the plan you stuck to for most of your life) internalise it and distract yourself with other things. 
Huh. Did all Stark's have that mindset? It would make a lot of sense. Peter would probably tell you to slow down and join in on the conversation, try and be present with your family. He had a knack for seeing when your brain was going at a million miles per minute. 
"You alright there?" Natasha asked, returning your attention to the conversation at hand.
You looked to the redhead, straightening your back. "Fine. Completely fine. Just a little preoccupied," You insisted, technically not lying. 
Nat nodded, not pressing you. You liked that about her. She knew when to mind her business and when not to. 
You didn't notice her eyes linger on you. Or any other time. She had been observing you and surprise, surprise, she had a few theories. That's the consequence of a spy knowing you like the back of their hand.
Abruptly, a song started to play from somebody's phone, effectively interrupting the very serious discussion over whether a squirrel can really beat a chipmunk in a fistfight.
(The squirrel, by the way.)
"Oh, that's me," Tony said, taking out his phone as it continued to ring. 
"Your ringtone is Blank Space?" Wanda mentioned, gesturing to the device.
The song continued to play, or his phone continued to ring, as Tony shrugged. "It makes me feel like I just broke up with my toxic boyfriend, what do you want from me?" He defended.
"But. you're in a loving relationship with a woman?" Steve said.
"I'm sorry, I'm not gonna sit here and talk about how Taylor Swift makes me feel to somebody who's never even heard 'All Too Well'," Tony scoffed. "Give her discography a listen, American Sweetheart, you might learn a thing or two,"
"What could I possibly learn from some singer?" Steve wondered.
"Alright, can you answer that phone? I love the song, but I'm not sure whoever's calling is gonna appreciate it," Natasha mentioned.
Tony shot Steve a quick glare, shaking his head. "Some singer," He grumbled as if he was personally offended. "All of you, shut it. Important call,"
He put his finger up, the table quietening down, letting him without commotion. You leaned into your seat, sipping your soda as he answered it, sighing.
"Why don't you just step out-" Steve began, confused.
"-Shut it, uncultured swine," Tony demanded. "...Oh, hey, Parker," He said into the phone.
You choked on the liquid, coughing loudly as you put your glass down. They looked at you, concerned as you cleared your throat, giving a thumbs up to say you were okay. 
Oh, delightful. This is amazing. So amazing. 
(It was not amazing. For a second there, you weren't thinking about him. Seriously, universe, pick a side, dammit.)
"Yeah, kid, everybody is good," Tony went on, talking loudly enough for the table to hear. "Took a trip to Australia for a mission... Ah, you heard, huh? Did you see the- Yeah, you did... Uh-huh... Oh, that's good..."
There was a brief pause, hearing distinct talking on the other end from his phone.
"Kid, I'm gonna put you on speaker, say hi to the team," Tony told. 
He put his phone down on the table, pressing the speakerphone pin, allowing everybody else to hear Peter.
"Oh- No, Mr. Stark, don't put me on speaker that's okay," Peter said from the other end.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the sound of his voice making you shuffle ever so slightly closer to the phone. Was it wrong to miss it? No, it wasn't. It wasn't. Why did you feel guilty about it though? For missing him, the voice that had the occasional crack without him realising it. Spider-Man your ass. You loved the guy but you-
Wait, what?
You missed Natasha's suspicious glance from the phone to you, brows knitted together, your own realisation causing your stomach to twist in a strange frenzy, feeling. 
Wait... what?
"Hey, kid, how's Queens?" Steve said.
You heard him sigh. "Fine. Everything's fine. Nothing that interesting, usual friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man gig," He answered. "Um... I did meet this cute cat. That's... something, I guess,"
"Pete, it's Sam, how's the aunt?" Sam asked.
"Uh, May's good. She says hi and to take care," He responded. "Is-Is um, is everybody there? Like, the whole team?"
"Eh, most of us, some left for bed," Tony told. 
"Oh... cool. Alright. Cool. Hi, to most of you, then," Peter said. "I saw that the Australia mission went well. Kinda sucks that I missed it, I would've loved to see what the big deal with Vegemite is,"
"I brought back like three bulk packages, trust me, you'll see the big deal," Tony stated.
It was kind of your dad's thing when it came to traveling, particularly to Australia. He always brought back a crap ton of whatever food he liked then become obsessed with it for a brief period of time. It explained why there was a section of the pantry dedicated to Tim Tams and Pocky sticks.
"I think somebody mentioned I was trending on that bird app. Tweeter?" Steve mentioned.
"Twitter," Wanda corrected. 
"Any reason you're calling for the first time since you went on vacation?" Nat wondered, effectively switching the topic.
"Uh, actually, I wanted to know if anybody had taken anything from my room?" Peter quickly asked, falteringly, as if not to come off as rude. "It's not that I don't trust you guys. I left some things there and just want to check nothing's out of place or something like that,"
Sam looked up to Steve instantly, the two of them exchanging a knowing look as Sam hid his smile with his hand. You furrowed your brows, confused by the not-so-subtle interaction. They definitely took something.
Sam cleared his throat. "Kid, I did actually take something from your room, but I don't know if you want me to put it back or not," Sam confirmed.
Called it.
"Don't, Sam," Steve warned quietly, shaking his head. "Give him a break, it's not our business,"
You noticed Wanda snicker a little to herself, Natasha biting her lip to stop herself from chuckling. You and Tony left in the dark as you waited to get whatever inside joke you weren't being let in on.
"Is it my comics? Come on, Sam, you know they're super rare," Peter stated. "My friend got them and I'm trying to keep them in good condition and your Cheeto fingers are gonna ruin 'em,"
"Really? Did your friend also get you a twenty-pack box of condoms?" Sam questioned. "Half-used, at that,"
Your eyes grew, seeing as Tony's face contorted to a mix of curiosity and disgust like he didn't want to know that information. You knew what Sam was talking about. It was tucked neatly in his bedside drawer, right beside the said comics he treasured.
You did try to tell him to put it in a better place. What did he reply with? 
"Right after this,"
Peter was a smart guy, but damn, he had his stupid moments. Why did you love such a stupid guy?
...Wait, what?
After a beat of rustling and slight static, Peter spoke up again. "Alright, I can... I can explain that,"
"It's fine, it's- You do not owe us any explanation," Steve assured, shooting Sam a glare. "You're nearly an adult and heck, it's good you're being safe, so,"
"Uh, speak for yourself, Rogers," Tony butted in. "I'm sorry, have you been having sex under my roof? Without my knowledge?"
You gulped, staring at the phone as Peter's contact was shown on the screen, seconds going by.
"Oh, uh, do you- Do you hear that? It's May, crap, got to go," Peter excused despite the fact nobody could hear anything other than the panic in his voice. "Nice talking to you all, bye,"
"No, Pete-" Tony tried.
Peter hung up suddenly and Sam chuckled, sipping his drink. "Oh, I cannot wait to shove this in his face when he gets back,"
You were a little wrapped in your thoughts. Hold on, now. Just because this stupid boy made you feel warm and safe, and genuinely cared for, and...
You stood up. "I'm kinda jet lagged so I'm just gonna go to bed," You excused yourself awkwardly, giving a tight-lipped smile to the group.
A few good nights and collective goodbyes, you hurried out of the room, baffled by the realisation that seemed to hit you like a bag of bricks. Alright, maybe it wasn't so sudden. You knew for a while, you just ignored it and labeled it as deep feelings.
It's not like you could act on those 'deep feelings' anymore. And it's not like you could even blame him, even if you told him you did or yourself. This was Peter, he wouldn't take 'deep feelings'. He'd take the massive 'L' word - loud and proud.
Nat watched you go, uncertain. "She's been weird lately. Is that just me?"
"I'm sure she's fine, I'm a little more concerned about Peter's mystery girlfriend we've got no clue about," Tony mentioned, picking up his phone.
Nat rolled her eyes, keeping her mouth shut.
"You think the kid would tell us if he had a girl here? I mean, I haven't checked security in a while, maybe he managed to sneak her over," Tony said.
"Stark, just drop it," Steve advised.
"I'll drop it if you can tell me the name of Taylor Swift's debut album?" Tony argued.
Steve stammered, trailing off as he went quiet. Tony shook his head, disappointed.
"I expected better, Rogers. I expected better..." He sighed. 
You exhaled deeply as you closed your door behind you. Your realisation still not quite set in and that all too familiar sense of need for his presence was gonna push you over the edge. But no. You had to be fine. You needed to be fine. You needed to.
God, how did it feel so fast? Everything just rushing by. 
From the innocent second date to the fateful party to... now. 
It was so messy and you hated it. The whole reason you danced with Brian... or Chad, Brad, whatever his name was, was because it was simple.
Peter was messy. You didn't want messy. Messy came with problems. And the more problems you had, came to more stress. Stress came to bad moods. 
You were not a pleasant person to be around in a bad mood.
So... You needed to be fine and to be fine, you had to get over it. 
You needed to get over it. You may have fallen for a complete mess, but that was your problem. Not his. You could do this. You had made some progress over the past two weeks. 
He was just a stupid guy.
Just an awesome... incredible and honest and amazing guy who kissed you like it would be the last time and made you feel so adored.
And just like that... that progress? Gone.
Back to square one, you thought. The thing was, this was the first relationship you'd felt so strongly for. It was such a good feeling, too. You never could've thought you could've felt so good because of somebody else and that's why you needed to cut the rope, so to speak.
It was just too good to be true. 
Even with the flaws, his flaws, yours and your past, it - surprisingly enough - worked. It molded into something you wanted more from but what was the point when he would leave. Eventually, he would've. 
Cut them off before they cut you off.
Still, it didn't ease the regret and absolute guilt that racked you every day. Just... total remorse for whatever hurt you must've inflicted to Peter, especially after your conversation in the kitchen. And that feeling of knowing you made the wrong decision, the yearning to talk to him.
For now, however, you plopped onto your bed, dragging your hand over your face, frustrated as you tried to relieve yourself with a comforting memory.
You sat the sunset, sitting on the small fire escape by Peter's room as your eyes started to close when the sunlight started to slowly descent, leaving the city that never sleeps, and you stared in awe as a beautiful surge of pink and cream coated over the sky.  
"It's so beautiful," You remarked softly. 
"It really is," He said, but his eyes weren't on the sunset at all. They were on you, as per usual.  
The sun was nearly gone and you put your head on his shoulder. He chuckled, smiling at you. You laid still as Peter hesitantly kissed your forehead, letting himself close his eyes as well, both of you at complete and utter peace for the short-lived moment.
You would need to leave soon, but neither of you cared to think of that.
"Can I tell you something?" Peter whispered.
You nodded, continuing to admire the gorgeous view.
“I wasn’t looking when I found you, but I wish I had found you sooner,” He confessed, feeling his heart skip a few beats as you looked up at him.
"So poetic," You remarked, giggling.  
Music to his ears, he thought. "God, I wish could tell the world,"  
"Go ahead," You said.
"Okay," Peter hummed. "World! Guess what! Y/N Stark is my freaking girlfriend and I really-" He yelled to the streets. 
You quickly put your hand over Peter's mouth. "I did not mean literally!" 
“Shut up!" A man a few buildings down shouted.
You both laughed, taking your hand from his mouth as you settled yourself back onto his shoulder. 
Peter smiled a little to himself, entertained by the picture of you in his head, a finger tapping against the spine of his book as he paid no regard to his surroundings. He sat on the park bench, attempting to focus on the ink lining the pages.
It had been a few days since the Avengers returned from their mission. He had been scrolling through his phone while taking a break on patrol and read an article with an image of the whole team in Sydney. He spotted you in the background, high-fiving with Wanda. 
It was enough to make him go right back to the times he made you smile like that. It was easily his favourite thing, next to making you appear as a  fuming puppy in a skirt. 
Wait, what was he reading?
"Peter!" Ned called out. "Want a pretzel?"
He looked up, his friend signalling his hand at the small vendor on the curb. "I'm good," Peter returned. 
Ned gave a thumbs up, advancing to pay for his own. Peter looked around, seeing families, old people, and tourists strolling throughout the park. He recognised a couple, maybe around his age, having a picnic near a tree, blatantly shoving their tongues down each other's throats with no care to the general public.
He wasn't sure if he was disgusted or jealous. Either way, he was back to think about-
Peter snapped his head in the direction of your name, confused. His senses heightened, he focused over the chatter. He jumped a little when he felt a tap on his shoulder, looking back to see Ned there.
"You're missing out on these pretzels, just saying," Ned stated, taking a bite of the fresh pretzel, sitting beside him.
Peter nodded, doing another scan of the park. 
"Who are you looking for?" Ned wondered, slightly muffled by his snack.
"Uh, no one. Sorry. I thought I heard something," Peter justified, trying to go back to his book. 
Was he hearing things at this point?
"So, Betty and I went out to coney island yesterday," Ned told, smiling. "Super romantic. She says hi,"
"That sounds nice," Peter remarked, listening as he read. "You and Betty seem to be going strong,"
"We are. See, it takes a sophisticated man to keep a woman like Betty around," Ned claimed, prideful. "We just... get each other. She won me a Star Wars toy. I mean, talk about a keeper, right?"
"Yeah, definitely. Lucky guy," Peter said. "I'm really happy for you, man,"
Ned grinned, nodding. "Oh, did MJ tell you about her new girlfriend?" He asked, eager to tell Peter.
Peter raised his brows, stopping his reading. "Girlfriend? I didn't even know she liked someone. How long have they been together?"
Ned shrugged, unsure. "Her name's Gwen, they met at the dog shelter. I think they got together last week. Known each other for months, apparently,"
"Seriously? She didn't tell me," Peter said, disappointed.
"She wasn't telling anyone, don't worry. I only know about it because I saw them while I was at coney island," Ned explained. "I talked a little with Gwen, she's cool. MJ's super into her,"
Peter hesitated, nodding. "Huh... that's-that's awesome. Good for her, you know. I'm happy for her. I'm happy for you, happy for Aunt May, even happy for that random couple," Peter let out a humourless chuckle, pointing to the picnic couple. "I'm just- so happy. So happy," He said, despite his lack of - ironically - happiness.
It's not that he wasn't genuinely happy for them. He was. It was great to see the people he loved in relationships, all in love and happy. But he was human, a tinge of envy was okay now and then. It was like everybody had somebody, but him. If it wasn't for you, he could swear he wouldn't feel this way. 
He just craved that feeling he felt around you. Heart skipping a beat, his stomach fluttering, and blood pumping, head-spinning, and just content. He hadn't felt that way until you. 
Ned sighed, shaking his head. "Dude, you gotta call her," He suggested for the hundredth time since the night of the party.
Peter wasn't a big fan of the number of pep talks he was getting over the same thing, the same person. It was the same information and the same advice. "Ned, just- Drop it. Talk to me more about you and Betty,"
"No, come on, I wanna talk about you," Ned tried. "It feels like we're reaching the season finale, you know?"
"My shit love life isn't a soap opera, it's my shit love life," Peter stated. "I don't want to hear the repetitive crap that I need to take a leap of faith,"
Ned, taking another bite of his pretzel, a moment passing as he ate. "You're hearing the repetitive crap because it's good crap. And honestly, your love life is less of a soap opera and more of that good show on Netflix that gets canceled after one season and while shows like ‘Riverdale’ keep on going,"
"I'm not sure what ‘Riverdale’ has to do with-" Peter began.
"-Case in point," Ned cut him off, clearing his throat. "You are miserable. It's a beautiful day to be in love, Peter," He gestured to the blue sky, a cool breeze and clouds painting the sky. "Call her, or even better, go over there and tell her how much you love her,"
"I'm gonna screw it up worse than it is, alright? I can't- It's fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine," Peter assured.
Ned rolled his eyes. "You haven't screwed it up. You're screwing it up by sitting here with me reading some book," He argued. "You're doing that thing where you overthink it,"
"I do not overthink," Peter defended.
"You overthink, Peter. You overthink bad," Ned went on. 
"I wasn't thinking at all when I first kissed her," Peter replied. "You know, I had a little theory and I tested it without thinking twice,"
"And you ended up the happiest I've seen you in forever," 
Peter stammered for a moment, scoffing as he tried to come up with a logical response. "I wasn't thinking when I told her I loved her. Now I'm... single and sad. I'm not the guy who goes to the girl and professes their love and ends up with a happily ever after, you know,"
"You never will be if you keep on overthinking it. You just like... I don't know, you gotta be honest and you gotta get closure, at least," Ned told. "And closure could mean moving on or it could mean being with her again,"
"Why is everybody suddenly wise?" Peter pointed out.
"I know right, I feel so powerful," Ned said, finishing his pretzel. "Alright, I'm gonna get another one of these, they're freakin' good, man. Are you sure you don't want one?"
Peter smiled a little, inhaling sharply. "...uh, I don't..." He paused for a second. "Sure. Sure, I'll- Yeah, I'll get one,"
"Hey, nice job not overthinking," Ned praised. "My wisdom has already begun to aid you in your discovery of idiocy,"
"Don't kid yourself, Ned, MJ's the sage wizard of us," 
"That's fair. I'm more like... the cool sidekick. The talking cat," Ned declared. "You're the Jon Arbuckle of us,"
Peter furrowed his brows. "...So, that makes you Garfield?"
"You mean, an iconic statement in pop culture? Yes, Peter, I am Garfield," Ned pointed to himself, scoffing. "Single, sad, and stupid,"
"Aren't you supposed to be my friend?" Peter reminded.
"Yeah, and I'm buying you a pretzel. What more do you want from me?" Ned insisted.
Peter smiled, seeing Ned go back to the street cart to get the two of them pretzels. Peter went back to reading, letting his thoughts be enamoured by the words on the surface. He was trying harder to savour moments where it didn't include fighting bad guys or heroic moments.
There was beauty in the mundane he had come to appreciate after all the crap he'd been through.
Not that he didn't love being Spider-Man, it was awesome. Who wouldn't want to be a superhero? He liked seeing the usual citizens on his patrol that were kind enough to wish Spider-Man a good afternoon or evening, saving lives and being a pretty cool role model. (not to brag, or anything...)
He liked spending time with May - and occasionally Happy who stuck around the apartment sometimes. He had a lot to be grateful for. Strangely wise friends being a neat bonus.
Peter spent the rest of his day with Ned, a welcome distraction as they hung around the park, wasting money on street food. Ned went on about a theory he came up with while rewatching ‘The Office’, Peter was just happy to listen.
Hours later and Peter was heading home, waving goodbye to his friend and putting both earphones in, walking through the sea of people rushing past him. He passed a store with TVs placed directly at the front window, the news playing as a few people stood outside, peering through the glass to watch it. 
He glanced over one of their heads, seeing a report of Tony Stark speaking to a news lady, you standing behind him, hands behind your back as you stood there with a smile, looking beautiful as always.
"Isn't that his intern or something?" Somebody mentioned, pointing at the screen. 
"Hot, right?" Another one remarked. "If she wasn't a minor, I'd give it a go, "
Peter bit his tongue, gulping as he passed them, continuing to walk. No big deal. He didn't have to care anymore. He didn't. He obviously wasn't allowed to feel any kind of jealousy, it was just a couple of guys making some comment.
He was, however, allowed to feel disgusted. Maybe he should've said something. No. He should just keep walking. But he could go back, that was just creepy. Or maybe-
He was already crossing the street. Why was he still thinking about it?
He looked over his shoulder, seeing the same people chuckling as they watched the screen before the owner of the shop told them off. Peter cleared his throat, deciding to just try and focus on the playlist. Yep... a great song...
Maybe he could still-
Nope. He officially told himself to stop thinking about it. Maybe Ned was right. 
"May, I'm home," Peter announced, locking the door behind him as he entered the apartment.
He took off his jacket, leaving it on the small hook that had layers of coats and scarves already. Dropping his keys into the bowl near him, he took out his earphones.
A little confused by the lack of response, he checked his watch. Oh, right. She was picking up extra hours because of Allison, Peter recalled. It was eerily quiet. He was used to an empty apartment, but usually, there was some kind of noise considering May left the TV on to keep away neighbours or robbers.
Nothing. Dead silence. He could drop a pin and it would sound like a gong.
He felt his spider senses dial to nine, feeling something off with the apartment. His hair stood up on his arms, and he placed his book on the table next to the bowl of keys and shoved his phone into his pocket. He heard a light tapping coming from outside.
Maybe it was just the cat from Miss Smith. It had started to hang around the small balcony.
Just as Peter stepped on the wooden floors, about to check the balcony, he felt somebody tap his shoulder from behind.
"Hey, Peter-"
"-Jesus Christ," Peter yelped, hand going to his chest as he spun around. 
"I gotta say, I've been called a lot of things before. Jesus is a new one,"
Peter cleared his throat, surprised to see Natasha standing there, arms folded over her chest as she smiled a little at him, baseball cap on as she admired the small apartment. 
"Seriously? Your 'Peter Tingle' didn't go off, or anything? I've been in here for the past hour," Nat mentioned, patting Peter on the back as she went into the living room.
Peter stammered for a moment, heart still beating a little too fast for his liking post-jump scare. "It's-It's not called 'Peter Tingle'," He corrected, quickly realizing that had no significance. "Um, Miss. Romanoff, what are you doing here?"
Nat shrugged. "Just wanted to come by. You have shit security by the way,"
"...Did you break in here?" He asked, unsure of how he should feel. Afraid? 
This was one of the deadliest assassins in the world. 
No, this was Natasha. Natasha was cool. It still didn't stop him from saying a quiet prayer to himself.
She shook her head, going over to a small table, photographs standing upright on it. "This you?" She asked, picking up a framed image of him.
"Um, yeah. May took it right before we watched-" Peter began.
"-So, I'm here to talk to you about your girlfriend," Nat interrupted, setting it back down delicately.
Peter raised his brows and nodded along, deciding to overlook her lack of response when it came to how she got in. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a girlfriend,"
She continued to roam through the living room, looking over some of the decorative pieces. "What is she to you then? You two didn't get eloped, right? Wouldn't be surprised, it would explain why you're both so squirrelly lately,"
"I don't- What?" Peter said, surprised. 
If he had gotten eloped he would've known. Unless it was a Ross and Rachel situation. But he hadn't been to Las Vegas... or had any alcohol. Or had a Rachel. But that would also make him Ross. In all honesty, Peter wasn't a huge Ross fan. 
Okay - bad analogy.
"Nice. Play dumb. It worked for you then, surely it'll work now," Nat replied, chuckling.
"N-No, Miss- I don't... Look, I'm really just enjoying my winter break, binging ‘New Girl’, you know, it's- I don't have a girlfriend," Peter quickly told.
"Come on, Pete, I'm not an idiot. I've known for ages," Nat mentioned carelessly.
He hesitated, not wanting to assume anything. "You've known that I don't have a girlfriend? I haven't hidden that. Why didn't you call, or text, or... give me some kind of heads up that you were coming here?"
Nat sighed, amused as she still had a small smile on her face, arms folded over her chest as she stopped roaming. "I wanted to gauge your genuine reaction. Do I really have to spell it out?"
"Maybe. 'Cause if I am as single as... well, you. Unless whatever the weird thing you and Dr. Banner had going is-" Peter mentioned.
"-We don't talk about that," Nat cut him off sternly. "And this isn't about me,"
"You did technically break into my home and start interrogating me on something I'm in the dark about," Peter stated.
"You and Y/N," Nat said. "Like uh, Romeo and Juliet. Minus the tragic ending. Forbidden, secret, unapproved of. Did that make it more appealing? Teenagers tend to like things their parents don't by separating and individuating from them and rejecting those ideals in order to form their own identity,"
Peter's eyes widened, scoffing. He opened his mouth to say something, nothing coming out. He shut it, really thinking about what he could say to that. He already had a hunch she knew but at least expected her to keep it to herself for the meantime.
Alright. So, she knew you and him were a thing. Well, not anymore. Technically, he wasn't lying.
"I take it I'm right, then?" Nat pointed out, clearly pleased with herself.
Peter paused. "I don't- You're- How... I could call the police, you know. Um, I'm, like, pretty certain I locked the door before I left," 
"Hey, relax, I won't snitch, or anything," Nat swore, putting her hand to her chest as if pledging allegiance. "Promise. Just don't bother lying, it's kind of obvious,"
"I'm not lying. I- You kind of scare me and I've had a pretty nice day so far so I really wouldn't lie. Um, Y/N isn't my girlfriend," Peter said, trying to be as concise as he could.
She scoffed. "Look, kid, I've gotta head back soon and I don't want to waste my time with-"
"-She isn't," Peter cut her off. "Not anymore. We- Just- We were. You know, we were... doing the whole secret relationship thing and um... then it didn't work so she broke things off. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Natasha looked at him, seemingly apathetic as she simply nodded. "She broke things off?" She specified
"Why do you care about some two idiots who decided to go against Mr. Stark's wishes?" Peter sighed.
"'Cause I can't stand seeing Y/N so gutted since you left," She stated. "And honestly, you two have been my favourite source of entertainment for a while now. The ‘will they, won't they’, the rivalry, the slowly falling in love for each other. You make an interesting pair,"
"We're not- It's..." He paused for a moment. "Y/N's gutted?" Peter asked.
"Quiet, reserved, polite, friendly," Nat listed.
That was a solid eight on the Y/N STARK SCALE. It was a scale the two of you had invented sometime during your relationship. 
One meant you were happy and completely fine. Which consisted of traits such as loud, sarcastic, brash, charismatic. Very similar to your father, in that sense.
Ten meant you were feeling like shit and in severe need of a mood booster. Consisting of traits closed-off, shy, thinking through responses, and formal.
"Let me guess, she's distracted herself with twenty useless projects and inventions?" Peter guessed.
"Bullseye," Nat sighed. "Tell me a little about the breakup. Was it brutal? Some crying, yelling? 
"It's complicated,"
"She doesn't like complicated. It's the whole reason she hates-" Nat started.
"-IKEA furniture, yeah, I know," Peter finished off for her.
She nodded, tilting her head at him. "Right. Things got complicated. That happens. It's a part of life. But, I will say, complicated can be really good. You know? It can be thrilling and uh... beautiful, I guess,"
"She wouldn't agree with that. Have you seen her try and build a chair from IKEA?" Peter recalled.
"Do you love her?" She wondered.
Peter, a little taken aback by the question, furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you broke into my apartment,"
"Answer the question, Parker," She replied.
"Yeah, I-I do," He responded, fidgeting with his hands. "But uh, it's fine. It was all a big mixture of bad timing and fears of a stupid five-letter word, and uh, it's... just... complicated. And I don't think it's the type that's thrilling or beautiful, it's just a mess,"
"I wouldn't call it bad timing, she's young. You both are. It's a lot, you know. Love is messy, it's not supposed to be simple. It's supposed to be interesting and filled with dynamic," She explained. "I get it's not really my business, usually I wouldn't stick my nose in but I care about her, alright? And I care about you too, kid. I don't like seeing either of you like this, miserable, sad, pained,"
"It's fine, I would've been more weirded out if it was Sam or something. He's already showcased enough of a part of my life I wanna keep to myself," Peter mentioned.
She chuckled a little. "Yeah, the condoms. That was funny,"
"Not for me. Did he at least put them back?" He questioned.
"How would I know? It's not like you're gonna be using them any time soon anyway," She scoffed. 
"Thanks for the wise words," Peter remarked sarcastically.
"Anytime," She hummed. "Alright. I think I've got a good understanding of the situation. You're both in love with each other, but knowing Y/N and her dad, she ran away at the first hint of commitment,"
"...Well, I'm-I'm in love with her. She's not-" Peter tried.
"-If she isn't in love with you, then we don't live in a city where aliens once tried to take over," Nat interrupted carelessly. "That kind of chemistry, from the banter, the longing glances, the smiling. That's love if I've seen it,"
"Good chemistry doesn't make up for bad timing," Peter stated.
"If it's any consolation, it was pretty obvious you were head over heels," She shrugged. "We all saw it coming,"
"I still don't understand why you're so invested in this, Miss. Romanoff,"
"I've watched Y/N grow up the past two years, alright? I'm not gonna watch her turn into someone like Tony Stark," She responded, frank. "I love the guy, but he lived an unsustainable lifestyle for most of his adult life and didn't realise the love of his life was right beside him the entire time,"
Peter stayed quiet, gulping.
"I'm not cupid, I'm definitely not a love expert and I can also assume you've gotten a lot of these kinds of conversations," She went on. "But I've seen the way you look at her, it's rare. Meeting the love of your life and first love at once,"
"But she doesn't... I can't just go to her and tell her I love her and pray that she feels the same way," Peter said.
"Why not? Seriously? What's stopping you?" Nat asked. "It's been weeks at this point. She's had time. I don't want another dinner where she sits there quietly and plays with her food and acts like she knows exactly what's going on while she's stuck in her own head. You make her happy, she makes you happy. Just try, Pete. Give it a go, and hell, if she says no then move on. But one more chance isn't gonna hurt anyone,"
Peter sighed, licking his lips as he listened. "What if I get hurt?"
"Then... go to therapy, I don't know, you've got your own support network. I'm fixing your love life, not your entire life," Nat told. "Alright, I really gotta head out. Avengers have a meeting with the Australian Prime Minister. He wants to thank us,"
"Thanks, Miss.. Romanoff," Peter said. "I just- I mean, I'm still kind of concerned about how you got inside,"
"Key under the mat," She responded.
"Oh... right,"
"And you're welcome. It's not a big deal, and don't tell anyone about this. Keep it between us, okay?" She replied, pointing to him and then her. 
"Yes, ma'am," Peter gave a slightly awkward thumbs up.
"You..." She paused. "And Y/N. I don't understand it," She grumbled, heading for the exit.
Peter stepped to the side, letting the redhead walk ahead, opening the door. 
"By the way," She began. "Sam did take those comics you left. They're somewhere in his room. He didn't bring them up 'cause he wanted to embarrass you with those condoms,"
"Seriously? Could you get them for me and bring them back?" Peter asked.
She glared at him as if that was the stupidest question one could ask. Peter cleared his throat and nodded.
"Fine. I'll just- I'll come by later this week to get them. I wanna see how much I can sell them for this Saturday because there's a-" Peter started.
"-I don't care," She cut him off. "Come on Thursday. Y/N and Tony are going to some event that night if you're not ready to see her yet,"
"Thanks, Miss. Romanoff,"
She rolled her eyes at his formalities. "See you, Parker," She said, walking out and patting Peter on the shoulder with a smile.
She left the apartment, Peter closing the door behind her as he was now left alone with his thoughts. A surprising discussion from an unlikely team member. She was right. What's the worst that could happen?
You dump him? Completed.
You don't reciprocate? Been there, done that.
He feels like shit and gets hurt? Uh, welcome to life, Peter Parker.
And even though he was far from prepared to actually go to you with a speech he was planning on writing (There was no way guys in romcoms came up with the most romantic monologue on the spot. No way.) and to see you. He could say was prepared to stop feeling single and sad.
He could be single and fine. He did it for most of his life, nothing was stopping him now. However, there was one thing stuck on his head.
There was no key under the mat.
You sat in the car with your dad, the radio playing softly in the background as you drove in silence. You fiddled with the material of your dress, fingers clasped around the small purse on your lap. You glanced at him, seeing his focus on the road.
"Dad-" You began nervously.
"-Don't," He interrupted you quickly. 
You nodded, looking out the window as the city rushed by the two of you. Just when you thought the silence would return, he spoke up again.
"You do realise you're going to have to issue a formal apology, right?" Tony said. 
You rolled your eyes at that. "Yeah. But I won't mean it, just so you know," You told.
"I don't care if you mean it or not, one of your biggest investors just pulled out of your contract because you dumped your politics on him," He stated, scoffing. "You shouldn't have said anything,"
"I didn't dump my politics on him, I shared my opinion on something and his narrow mind couldn't comprehend that a woman could actually have an opinion," You explained.
"Yeah, he's scum. Kind of the package deal with these guys, kid," He remarked, taking a right into Upper Manhattan.
You sighed, chewing the inside of your cheek, hesitant. "Sorry, we got kicked out. It was embarrassing, I know,"
He looked at you, brows raised. "I could care less about being kicked out. Do you know how many events security has dragged me out of? It's just... I know this project is important to you and I don't want to see you lose it, alright? So, when you pull that kind of stunt..." He trailed off.
"I don't regret it," You made clear. "I don't want to do business with a guy who thinks I'm incapable of producing goods and to leave it to his son who's a first-year MIT student and in his late 20's," You replied.
He looked back to the road, chuckling a little. "You need to find a new investor, you know that right? Can't have anybody seeing Stark written all over the assets,"
"I know. But I can find someone who isn't going to demean me and kick us out of a stupid gala. Did you see how Charlie was dressed?" You said.
"Big bird, right?" 
"Yes, that's what I was thinking," You exclaimed. "And the sandwiches-"
"-So small," Tony cut you off, shaking his head.
"I know. I think they took finger foods a little too seriously. But bright side," You opened your purse. "I took a couple,"
Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached into the purse, taking one and putting it right into his mouth. "This is why I love you," He remarked, muffled by the food.
You ate one, the radio continuing to play as he drove. 
You reached the compound, getting out of the car and walking in. Tony took off his bow tie, grumbling as he put the material into his pocket. He rubbed his eye with the ball of his palm, a quiet yawn coming from him. 
You pressed the elevator button, leaning against the wall as you pulled down the bottom of the form-fitting dress that was hiking further up your thigh, exhaling deeply. 
"You're not mad at me, right?" You asked.
"No, no, just..." Tony began.
"Do not say disappointed, everybody knows that's so much worse," You quickly said.
He shook his head. "You've been kind of closed off lately, for whatever reason, and it was nice to see you stand up for yourself again," Tony stated, amusement in his words. "I'm proud of you. Okay?"
You didn't say anything, giving him a small smile. 
"The guy was an asshole anyway. I just like playing the strict dad. How'd I do?" He wondered.
"Fantastic. Expecting a call from Hollywood any minute now," You answered. 
The gala was just supposed to be a fun distraction. There were supposed to be some people your age, live music, and you could've just enjoyed yourself and then make a nameless donation to the charity it was sponsoring. 
To paraphrase, it was not a fun distraction. 
Distraction? Yes. 
Fun? Not quite. 
It was an event filled with old white guys who loved to spread their views on how women are nowadays. For the past couple of weeks, you had been pretty comfortable with the makeshift wall to protect yourself from emotional damage.
But a man telling you to your face that you were not smart enough to be creating the source of clean energy in each state of America your breaking point. Like he knew anything about concussive energy or high-density muon beams. Like he had an IQ of 189 or a degree in Engineering.
The elevator dinged and you entered it, puzzled when your dad didn't join you.
Tony patted down his tuxedo, uttering profanity under his breath. "I left my glasses in the car. Just head up without me," He assured.
"Alright. I think I'm gonna hang around the common room, I think that's where everyone else is," You told.
"I'll meet you there," He said before leaving for the parking garage.
The doors closed and you pushed the button to the common room. It was nearing seven at night, most likely the team would be there watching a movie or something like that. Indistinct buzzing around you, you pulled out your phone, dusting off the crumbs of the mini sandwiches that were still in your purse.
You scrolled through Instagram, liking a few posts, murmuring a song you couldn't get stuck in your head. Of course, Taylor Swift comes on the radio and your dad decides to put it at full volume. She made a hell of a catchy song.
The elevator dinged, stopping and you looked up, confused to see you were on 'Cool Guy Level' - Sam coined the title for the floor that was just his room, Steve's, Thor for when he returned from Asgard and Bruce's. 
The doors opened and your face dropped, clutching your phone, eyes wide as Peter stood there. You could hear a hairpin drop as the two of you stared at each other. 
No. No way. 
This was like... a really bad dream. Maybe this was your breaking point. Or, better yet, this was all an illusion. Yep. None of it's real. That's your theory. All of this - fake. 
You swear to the pop bible (1989) that it was not real. 
That made you feel better than knowing that holy shit, Peter Parker is standing in front of you with that familiar mix of awkwardness and shock washing over him, jaw agape. He's standing there. He is. He is standing there. Peter is there. 
Yeah, saying a couple hundred times was not soothing at all.
You weren't ready for this. You couldn't see him. Not after the goddamn kitchen conversation. You plunged a dagger into the relationship, you couldn't undo that. He must've hated you. You would hate yourself too. 
Oh, god. Oh, he's still there. 
He's staring at you. 
Stupid pretty eyes waiting in anticipation.
"Fuck this," You murmured, hastily pushing the button to close the doors.
He watched as you tried to force them to close, fidgeting with his hands, brows furrowed. As they began to shut, inches apart from your relief, Peter quickly stepped into the elevator, managing to slip in (that's what she said), clearing his throat as he stumbled a little, holding onto the short rail.
The doors closed and there was silence. This couldn't be happening. This could not be real. You refused to believe otherwise.
"What level?" You asked quietly.
Peter stammered for a second, finding his footing. "Me? Um... I'm- Same as you. Yep. Just- I need to ask um... Sam where he put some comics he stole from me. His room's a mess, you know, like an elephant paraded around in it," He told, beginning to ramble. "And uh, it was the really rare editions so I figure I could maybe sell them because Ned and I - we were thinking of making- I'm gonna shut up," He realised what he was doing, wanting nothing more than for the earth to swallow him whole.
"Okay," You muttered, biting your lip restlessly as you began to move up, a low whirr filling the quiet.
You glanced at him, surprised to see him already looking at you, drawing his eyes to the ground once you caught him. You inhaled sharply. Never, in all the time you'd known Peter, had you experienced this level of awkwardness. Never.
Comics. He was here for comics. It wasn't like he intended to see you. You certainly didn't. You would've prepared some sort of mental battle, made sure to build up that makeshift wall higher and taller and stronger. 
Then again, this was Peter. Just... Peter. You could bring the ‘Y/N STARK SCALE’ a little lower for him.
"I could be polite and ask how you're doing, but I can already tell it's not great," You pointed out, blunt as you looked at him up and down, seeing the light bruising on his collarbones and leading below his Silence of the Lambs t-shirt.
Peter raised his brows, surprised by your candidness. 
"What was it? Patrol?" You wondered, gesturing to the bruises.
Peter looked down at himself and then back up at you. "That- Yes. Yeah, it was. A couple guys had these baseball bats on them and um... I was a little too slow, so," He explained. "Not that you needed to know that,"
You nodded, waiting patiently as the numbers rose, nearing the level. Peter cleared his throat again, fiddling as he overlooked the racing heartbeat or the ludicrous butterflies in his stomach.
He hadn't even started on the 'speech'. He didn't plan on running into you. But of course, the universe just always has a different idea for him. Shoving you in his path looking nothing short of gorgeous and being as outspoken as he recalled.
"Could we talk?" Peter blurted out. 
Speech or not, he figured, he could at least give it a shot. He was really trying to take Ned’s advice and to stop overthinking. 
You hesitated, confused. "I don't- Nope, we're gonna get off soon. So," You quickly said.
"Alright, but I just-" He began.
"-No, no, we aren't- Not doing this," You interrupted. "You look great, you seem to be doing fine, we're both doing fine. We don't need to talk about anything, really,"
Peter sighed. "We can't be mature about this then?"
"Nope," You shook your head. 
"And you're completely fine?" 
"Absolutely fine,” A bald faced lie. “Thanks for asking, so kind of you. Can we stop the weird small talk now?" You remarked sarcastically.
Peter hummed. "Fine," 
Your gaze reluctantly met his, gulping. He licked his lips and moved to the row of buttons in the elevator before pressing the 'STOP' button, causing the elevator to come to a halt, abruptly stopping. 
"Can we talk now?" He repeated himself.
"You mother-" You began.
"-Fine, you don't want to talk," He cut you off. "That's fine. Because you're fine, and that's fine. Good for you. But you're gonna listen because I know if I don't say this now, I'll overthink it and chicken out, alright?"
You rolled your eyes, arms folded over your chest. A simple elevator ride. Was that too much to ask for? It was absurd enough you were stuck with Peter. 
Yes, he still looked great. 
Yes, it was a little stupid to think he'd look any different from the last time you saw him. 
Yes, you were feeling warm around him. 
Yes, you were in love with him.
Oh, that realisation was not helping at all.
"Come on, you know I hate when you do that," He mentioned.
"And what are you gonna do about it?" You questioned. "Stop the elevator? Oh, you've done that. Show up without any kind of warning? Done that too"
"I didn't know you were going to be here, you were supposed to- That doesn't matter," Peter shook his head. "Can you just try to not deliver some sort of punch line right now?"
"I'll make an attempt," You stated.
He gulped, his hands dropping to his sides, clenching and admittedly, he kind of wished he had some sort of checklist because he had a lot to say. Even some kind of vague speech could've worked but now he forced himself to speak on the spot and maybe, just maybe, he'd fuck it up worse than he already had.
Since Natasha came by, Peter really did try to think about everything he'd say when it felt right. He just wasn't quite thinking it would feel right in an elevator when you clearly were trying to avoid any kind of big conversation and he was completely blanking.
You were looking at him, waiting as you keep the surface act up, trying to focus on the etched demoralisation and frustration across his profile. You had made the shitty mistake of retaining each and every detail on his face.
"I'm sorry," Peter said. "Like- I mean, I'm- I'm sorry, alright?"
You looked to your feet, not expecting that as you nodded. Even if you did try with every part of you to put the fault on Peter, you knew better. It made you feel guilty that he felt the need to feel differently. "You really don't owe me an apology, Pete," You said, tone clipped.
"No, but I do," He argued. "Look, even if you hate me or if you want me to go away and never talk to you again, I just need you to know that I am sorry. I am,"
"Could you not-"
"-Y/N, just listen for a goddamn second," He interrupted. 
A little taken aback by the serious tone you looked back up to him and gulped, staying quiet.
"Here it is. Alright, I can... I might screw this up, so... just a heads up," Peter went on, faltering. "I- I'm sorry for not fighting harder. For us, you know. I just- I gave up way too easily, and I was afraid. I'm sorry for ever making you feel like I was trying to fix you, I'm sorry for making you feel like a project, you never- You were... You mean so much more to me than that, I swear, and I'm really sorry I made you think otherwise," He spoke fast, trying to catch up his brain with his mouth.
Not saying a word, you kept your surprise to yourself. You didn't predict this. Not even for a second.
"Um... What else? I'm sorry for saying I love you. You're right, you know, it was rushed and had bad timing and you weren't ready but um... Alright, I'm just- I'm gonna be honest, I meant it and I don't regret it," He proceeded, seeing your eyes grow. "I didn't say anything when you asked because you just seemed so afraid already that I couldn't scare you off worse than I already had,"
You were trying to analyse his face, seeing if he was telling the truth. He was. You weren't sure if you were scared of that, but then you'd be going right down the rabbit hole Peter had created himself for you. Your stomach fluttered a little at his words, ignoring how your heart swelled.
"I can't imagine my life without you, and I just thought... you know, if I said it to you then I'd lose you and so- I- Yeah, I meant it, okay?" Peter said. "Um, I'm kind of just going with this on the spot so I don't- Does that-Does that make sense?"
"What are you saying?" 
He sighed. "Y/N, you know what I'm saying,"
You shook your head and inhaled sharply. "Peter, don't- Just- Stop, please, just stop," You directed. "Stop talking,"
"See, this is what you do," Peter pointed out, his tone changing from nervous to stern.
You let out a dry chuckle, lacking humour. "What do I do?" You inquired.
"You just- You just decide how things are gonna go," He stated.
You scoffed. "I am not the one deciding-" 
"-Of course you're the one deciding," He cut you off, taking a step to you in the small elevator.
Peter's imaginary rope was making a reappearance, knotted together as Peter pulled on both ends, tugging it to keep it together. "Y/N, you're always deciding," He argued. "You decide to leave, you decide to stay. You decide you need me, then you decide you don't," He listed. "You decide we can talk, you decide we cannot,"
"I don't want to talk!" You raised your voice, copying his actions as you took a step toward him, the space getting smaller between the two of you. "Because-Because I know what you're gonna say, okay? You're gonna say you love me but-"
"-You don't know what I'm going to say!" He snapped. 
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I do," You insisted.
"Doesn't matter, you don't!" He shot back.
"Fine," You said. "Fine. Then just- Go ahead. Say it," 
Peter sighed, blinking a few times as the only noise was the faint sound of the air conditioner above the two of you. You felt your blood's temperature rise, that feeling you knew all too well around Peter. You almost missed it. It had been a minute since someone had made you feel so strongly.
"Oh, my God, Peter. God, please, would you just say it!" You shouted, voice breaking at the end. "If you meant it, why the hell can't you say it to me?"
Peter gulped, hesitating. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, to your surprise.
"Of course I do, you idiot!" You answered without hesitation. 
"Then I love you," He said, the words flying out of his mouth and for a split second, Peter just felt relief from finally being able to say just as he wanted to. Knowing he was absolved.
"Are you just saying that because-"
"-No, Y/N, I'm saying it because I've been in love with you for so long that it hurts," He interrupted, his oddly calm tone juxtaposing yours. "Okay? I'm... I'm not saying it because you're someone I can't have, I'm not saying it because I want to change you or fix you, I love how broken you are. I’m broken. We’re all broken, and we... fit. It’s beautiful, you’re... you’re beautiful, you know?”
You stared up at him, quiet as he spoke.
"I'm not saying it because I'm going to leave you, I'm not saying it because I miss you even though... I do, but I'm saying it because if I think I just need to. Because I am... I am completely and utterly in love with you," He told. "Does um... Does that make sense?"
You nodded a little. "Yeah, it makes sense," You said.
The heavy silence returned as you both breathed heavily, only a few inches apart as your eyes flickered around his face. You could quite easily say you had never felt so warm in your life. Even in Australia, where the sun burned through your skin considering it was summer there.
It was just... Peter. 
"Alright, okay. Fuck it," You mumbled, trying to convince yourself to just spit it out. 
"I'm not expecting any big response, or whatever, okay? If you don't-" Peter began.
"-Shut it, Parker," You said. "You're listening to me now because... if we're doing the whole sorry thing now, then... I get to have my say too,"
"I kind of missed you being mean to me," He admitted. 
"It's what I do best," You mumbled.
You cleared your throat, taking a breath as you flagrantly glanced to his lips, not going unnoticed by Peter as you tried to place your words. You had thought about it a lot. 
It's what happens with this kind of thing, reevaluating decisions and whatnot. 
"I'm sorry for hurting you. I just... I pushed you away, I was trying to distance myself from you and I was trying to find any kind of stupid reason to end it because I was afraid," You confessed. "I was really afraid because I've never felt like this and when you said it... It was like, just... Everything became real. And what's real eventually leaves and uh, I thought ruining it and sabotaging my own happiness would save me the pain in the future..." Your voice trailed off in thought, slightly distracted by how his gaze was glued on you, clinging to your every word like it was spoken poetry.
He couldn't place what he felt in words, nodding along.
"I was stupid. I left you because of my fear of being left and that's not fair to you. Alright, no, you-you deserve so much better. You're such a good guy, you deserve somebody who isn't like me. Who isn't fucked in the head," You kept on going. "It doesn't matter how much I regret my stupid choice because I can't change it, even if every day I want to. It doesn't matter how much I want to be with you or how stupidly in love with you I am. You should have someone who won't leave you because of their stupid fears, you should have someone who won't hurt you, and someone who makes the right choices,"
Peter's brows furrowed, letting out a shaky breath, stomach-dropping as he felt an entire swarm of butterflies engulf him. You sniffled a little, not fully registering what you were saying. You figured if Peter could do the whole stupid speech, you could do it. 
Maybe not as eloquently but it was something.
You were basically telling him how wrong you were for him. If that didn't get him to run away, you didn't know what would.
"Uh, yeah. So... I am... kind of, very much, in love with you. Just... Yeah, do with that what you will," You cleared your throat. "But uh, maybe, you know, it's for the best or whatever people say, right? Even if it hurts. A lot,"
Peter was quiet for a moment, a small smile on his face. "You're in love with me?"
"I'm pretty sure," You responded. "Whenever I'm around you, I get really stupid and get this weird feeling in my stomach. So, I'm either in love with you or allergic to you and I don't know which one is worse,"
"Pretty sure. I'll take that," He murmured. "And if it's anything, I'd much rather have you than anybody else. We're human - It's human to get hurt, to make a crap decision, to be flawed. I’d rather get hurt so I can really fell all the good. If that makes any sense at all,"
"I just... I'm sorry. I fucked up," You told. "And um- Yeah. That's... that, I guess,"
"I forgave you a long time ago," He assured. "I want to be with you, with every part of me, I want you. I just really wish I had gotten my head out of my ass and called you or come here earlier," He conceded.
"Well, at least you're here now," You whispered. "That's what matters, right?"
He watched as your eyes dropped to his lips again, seeing the hesitance scrawled across your face as he gulped. So, what happened now? Love confessions, apologies, what else was there to do? You had a few theories.
Your phone started to ring, your ringtone filling the silence, playing loudly as it vibrated in your clutch.
"...Your phone's ring-" Peter began.
"-Yeah, I know," You took out your phone, reading the contact flashing on the screen. "Shit. It's an investor, sorry,"
"No, yeah, you should take that," 
You looked back up at him, not moving away as you pressed the answer and putting your phone to your ear. "This is Y/N,"
Peter didn't take his eyes off of you, trailing from your legs to your styled hair to the shiny lip gloss under the fluorescent lighting. He recalled a couple nights where your legs were wrapped around-
"Don't look at me like that," You reprimanded, putting your hand on the speaker to not let the other person hear.
"Like what? We just said I love you to one another, I think I can admire your appearance for a second," He defended. "And you look gorgeous if it wasn't obvious,"
"I know, thank you," You acknowledged. "I don't want to know what's going in there though," You mumbled, motioning to his head, before continuing to talk. 
"Oh, you really don't," He agreed, teasing.
You shot him a short glare, nothing serious Peter concluded from past glares, receiving a slight smirk from him as he cleared his throat. 
"It's another thirty-six point five percent according to federal data, I'd prefer you stick to the agenda instead of trying to raise it any higher," You said. 
Peter waited patiently, looking up to the roof of the elevator, noticing the lack of cameras. Thank god, he thought.
"Whatever major problem you've got with my program, I'd suggest you take a look at the analytics before you try and follow your friend, Carl, alright?" You stated.
"Major Problem," Peter and you saluted in unison, instinctually as you casually continued your conversation.
Peter saw your grin start to appear, lips tugging upward as you spoke, glancing at him.
"Is that all? Okay... Send my regards to Kate," You finished. "Alright. Good night,"
You hung up, putting your phone back into your purse, beside the sandwiches.
"So, what now?" You asked Peter.
He shrugged and pulled the 'STOP' button, causing the elevator to suddenly continue to move up, making you trip slightly, surprised by the movement. Peter held you by the forearm, keeping you steady.
"We keep on going," He replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Stupid sure," He answered. "How about you?"
"Well, I'm not stupid but I am sure," You affirmed.
"Whatever you say, princess," He sighed.
You nodded, eyes going to his lips once again, and this time Peter didn't let himself overthink it, putting his hands to your cheeks, cupping your jaw softly as he made you look up to him. He leaned in, the space between the two of you small as you felt his lips thoughtlessly brush against yours, taunting.
"Wait, just so we're both on the same page," Peter pulled back a little, looking you in the eye. "Are we... I mean, I feel like there should be something more... I don't know, official?"
"Peter," You murmured.
"Kiss me," 
"Oh- Oh, yeah, sure, I'll do that-" 
You pulled him down to you, putting your hand around his neck as you pressed your lips against his. Peter immediately reciprocated, pleasantly surprised. Kissing you tenderly, nipping at your lips, hesitant and burning with anticipation.
You felt him smile against you, bringing the familiar passion as his thumbs softly caressed your cheekbone before dropping to your waist and bringing you closer to him, pressing onto the material of your dress. Your fingers tugged a little on his hair, raking them through his brunette waves.
It wasn't an illusion, you thought. It was real. It was so, completely real. It was like you had woken from a bad dream, instead. You could say with certainty that you preferred the reality of it all. Unscripted, exciting, and entirely authentic. 
And he loved you. He loved you. Peter Parker loved you. That was still a mystery to you but you decided then and there you weren't going to be afraid of it, you weren't going to try and run. You were going to embrace it, every second of it because if this is what love felt like, you never wanted to feel like anything else again.
The elevator dinged, the doors opening before you could register the noise. 
"Oh, hey, guys," A voice disrupted.
You quickly pulled back from Peter, his hands still on your waist as you saw Wanda standing there, sipping from a soda as she observed.
"You getting out? I'm heading to bed," She sighed, going inside the elevator, pressing the button to her floor.
You and Peter eyed her, skeptical. Peter stammered for a moment as you pulled him out of the elevator, hearing the faint conversation from the team as Wanda hummed, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"...Wanda, did you... did you see-" You began, confused.
"-Yep," Wanda answered, a smug smile on her face.
You nodded slowly. "Are you going to tell-"
"-Nope," She replied, the doors closing.
A/N: Okay. With these authors notes, i usually give a brief and vague update on my life and my thoughts on this part and what not. 
Starting with, i am finally on two week holidays so I can hopefully be more active and stuff, yay. Can someone let me know if what if...? is good? I havent seen it yet, im waiting for all episodes to be released but I’m still confused on the premise of the show so, somebody tell me something lol. Im really sorry this has taken so long to get out, trust me when I say I just wanted to make sure it was worth the wait because I love writing this and I want to be somewhat proud of what I produce of yall :) 
Alright, this part is... kind of a mess but you know what? I love it. I love this mess. I know it might seem kind of rushed, I was really really trying to make it seem more developed. Plus, I just couldnt write angst for so long. it’s not perfect which I’m well aware of so please give me feedback! How can I improve my writing and what would you want to see? I love Nat, I wanted to bring her to the limelight a little. If you can spot all the Taylor references, I’ll actually post one of wlw stories I have drafted somewhere. And there will be one more part, because I can’t say goodbye to this series so easily. One more. 
Anygays, I am exhausted, I have spent weeks on this after plenty of procrastination. Leave feedback, tell me your thoughts and give me requests! Thanks for reading, I’d be surprised if you stayed this long to read an authors note. You a real one. x
Because I am so bored, I made another Peter Parker playlist on spotify. Check it out of yall want I listen to it all the time.
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myspideyboy · a day ago
( play date ) Peter parker
Summary| peter meets this girl over at a coffee shop and hits it off with her to realize she goes to the same school as him. When hes invited to her house he finds out she has a daugther and gets to know the two of them better
Tw/warnings: mention of abandonment and abuse
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Peter had met one of the most wonderful girls hes ever seen and what he thought to ever exist. They met at a local Starbucks when she had spilt her tea on him and the two cleaned up and exchanged numbers, as the two talked over the weekend he saw her in the hallways of his school and they ended up talking and walking to class almost every single day. After 7 months the two gotten closer and closer and this is when y/n invited him to come meet her but she warned him that there was a shocking surprise she wanted to tell him and she would explain why she held it back for so long. When he arrived at the house he can hear the little pitter patter of someone very young running around in the house along with y/n voice calling out she was coming to the door.
"Hello!" Y/n says cheerfully as she opened up the door for him to come as he could see someone running to hide in the kitchen, seeing long y/c/h along with a pink dress just dash along with the person. "Hey" peter says matching her tone as he walked in and looked around the small house, seeing pictures of younger y/n with her parents or a girl who looked just like y/n with her all around the house. "My parents went out of town for the weekend so it's just me...its just me and Madison" her voice went quiet when she mentioned madison. Peter seemed confused now, tilting his head off to the side "madison? she your sister?" He asked her walking more into the house, passing by the couch to see water guns and teddy bears. "No, shes...shes actually my daugther" the girl said letting out a nervous chuckle feeling herself just grow nervous on how peter will react "that's the big surprise" she told him them both hearing the foot steps of Madison making their way to the door way of the kitchen.
Peter eyes widened a bit as he didnt really expect to hear that but it wasnt in his place to judge, it was her life and her choice so he thought it wasnt hes place to say anything about it. Though he didnt mind it to be honest, they may have been young but it was something that didn't bother him as much as it did with others. Peter turns to look at madison who was fiddling with her pink princess dress just staring at the two of them seeming to be scare but curious, "is that madison?" Peter asked turning his gaze to look at y/n to earn a nod and smile from her. "Yeah, that's the little one" she chuckled and walked over to her child before picking her up and placing her on her waist. Peter gave Madison a smile and walked over to her "hi, I'm peter" he told her in a soft tone causing Madison to smile but hide her face in y/n side. "She can get shy sometimes...she isnt use to seeing my friends" saying the word friend kind gave a sting to y/n chest, but that's what they were. She didnt know if Peter felt the same or if he did would he still feel the same that she had a child. "I dont mind, shes adorable" peter told y/n still looking at Madison who was basically minnie y/n, "how old is she?" He asked which made madison hold up three of her little fingers "thwee!" The girl told him being excited for him asking her age for some reason. She had a lisp so due to that the would three came out as thwee. Peter smiled more and chuckled again "three? Wow that's cool" he told the small girl to hear her giggle at what he said. "Mama, can we watch a movie?" Madison asked while looking up at her with big hazel green eyes she gotten from her father. "Go pick one while I get snacks with Peter" y/n told madison as she placed her on the ground and Madison went off running to the living room and sat on the couch to pick a movie.
Y/n lead peter to the kitchen and went into the pantry to get out some bags of popcorn while peter just stood there awkwardly not sure what to do. He leaned against the kitchen table, "if I can ask...where's her dad?" He asked his voice quiet as he was scared for how she would react. Y/n stops in her tracks, holding the popcorn in her hand as she faced the microwave and seeing this reaction Peter panicked "I'm sorry! I-I didnt mean to br-" "no, no it's okay " y/n cut him off and cleared her throat looking over at Peter giving him a small smile before looking back at the popcorn. "He wasnt a good guy. He was abusive...emotionally mainly. But when I tried to leave the first time he got psychical..." the girl voice was steady and emotionless through bring this up made her want to cry. "When I had Madison he just left...he told me that I was a slut for keeping her. That I just wanted people to feel bad for me and get things just because I was ' needy ' for attention " she told peter gripping the kitchen counter. Peter noticed how much this was effecting her and he felt horrible for bring it up and he stood there just looking at her before going towards her and pulling her into a tight hug. She shuts her eyes tightly and hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his neck while peter held the back if her head and held her waist.
"Its okay y/ dont have to deal with that anymore" he told the girl keeping her close "but...but I'm here, and I'll keep you safe. Cause that's what friends do" he said looking down at her for any signs of tears on her face. "You will?" She asked looking up at him as she wipes away the few tears from her face and got a nod from peter along with a smile, "yeah. I will" he told her making y/n smile. They stayed like that for awhile till they heard Madison calling for them saying she picked a movie, "hold on maddie!" Y/n called out as she pulled away from peter so she could go make popcorn, looking at peter "you can go, I'll be okay" she chuckled. "Okay, yeah...ill see you in a bit then" Peter told her with rosy cheeks before going off to be with madison. Madison was jumping up and down on the couch holding onto a stuffed llama that was pink, "hi" Madison says once she noticed peter and stopped jumping "hey madison" peter says and chuckled, moving to sit on the ground and look up at her while she sat on the couch. "What movie did you pick?" He asked her watching as Madison pointed to the movie on the screen which was hocus pocus "ohh, that's a good one" he chuckled moving his legs to sit criss cross.
*time skip*
It was around 8 PM now and Madison was out on the recliner chair, curled up in a little ball and y/n was falling asleep on peters shoulder. Peter wanted to stay like this forever but he knew if he didnt come home soon may would start asking question, so he shook y/n gently till she woke up "hey, I gotta go" he told her softly. Y/n rubbed her eyes and nodded letting out a yawn as she stood up "okay, come on I'll walk you out" she told him and gave him a sleepy smile. Peter gave her a smile back and got up before the two walked out together and once they were out y/n stopped him, "thank you're a really good guy" she told him causing peter to blush "t-thanks" he mumbled while scratching the back of his neck. Y/n leans up and kissed his cheek while her cheeks turned pink too "I'll see you tomorrow" she told him "yeah, I'll see you tomorrow" peter told her. As they said their goodbyes and peter watched her walk back into her house he couldnt helo but think how lucky he was to be able to see y/n life more. It meant she trusted him and got close, and maybe one day he can be closer to her then he already is
• I find this one cute
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Hot Shower- P.P.
summary: you and Peter shower together after a long, cold day.
word count: 1073
Walking home in the cold November weather wasn’t ideal but you had to make do for today. Your car had broken down yesterday, but luckily your job was only a few blocks away so you could walk.
As soon as you got back to your apartment you quickly got undressed and turned the shower to a very high temperature. You hopped in and sighed, feeling the hot water beat down on your back, warming you up. 
You were completely zoned out, focusing on how the water warmed your ice cold skin, so you didn’t hear the apartment door open and your boyfriend, Peter, walk in. He heard the shower and smiled, heading into the bathroom while slowly shedding layers of clothing. 
He quietly entered the bathroom and removed the rest of his clothes. You were facing the front of the shower, so Peter got in the back and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. You smiled and leaned into his touch, turning your head to give him a kiss. 
“Hey love,” Peter whispered into your ear. 
“Hey Petey,” you replied. “How was your day?” 
Peter shrugged, tightening his grip on your waist, “You know, same old training, nothing new. How about you baby?”
You sighed, “Fine I guess, my day was pretty boring too.” 
You and Peter stood in silence for a minute before Peter reached to the ledge and grabbed your shampoo, pouring some into his hand. As soon as he started massaging it into your scalp you hummed and leaned your head back, giving Peter better access. 
“Feels good Petey,” you whispered. 
Peter bent down and gently kissed your neck, “I’m glad love.” 
When he finished he turned you around and you leaned your head into the running water, letting all the soap come out. You looked at Peter and smiled, seeing his curls flopped over and muscles still very prominent from his long day training. 
When the shampoo was out you quickly put in some conditioner, then put some shampoo on your hands and began to rub it into his scalp. 
Peter leaned down and connected his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your fingers threaded through his curls as you continued washing his hair. 
Peter pulled away from your lips but continued kissing across your jaw to right underneath your ear, his right hand came up to your left breast. 
You sighed, “Petey, I’m too tired.” 
Peter started kissing back up to your lips, hand slipping to grip your waist. 
“I love you, baby,” Peter whispered against your lips as he pressed one final soft kiss against them. 
You smiled, “I love you too, Petey.” 
Peter pulled away from you and moved to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. As he did this you reached for your peppermint shower gel and poured some on your hands. You reached towards Peter and started rubbing the soap on his chest and over his abs. 
Peter smirked and grabbed the shower gel, beginning to do the same thing to you. He scrubbed the soap on your breasts, playing with them for a minute before moving to wash your stomach. He turned you around and washed your back, gently massaging it in the process. 
The shower had turned steamy and smelled like peppermint, but it was the perfect intimate experience between you and Peter. 
You stood under the water, letting the soap run off your body, while you scrubbed Peter’s back and gave a gentle squeeze to his ass. He whipped his head back and pulled you in for another kiss and his hands trailed down to your ass and he squeezed hard not letting go. You giggled into the kiss and tried to push Peter away but he kept his lips attached to you.
When he finally pulled away you looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and gave you another quick peck. You laid your head on his chest and he held you under the hot water. 
You and Peter stood under the water so long that it started to turn cold. 
“I think we should get out Petey.” You whispered. 
Peter nodded and got out first, going to find towels. You turned the water off and wrapped your arms around yourself to keep from shivering. 
Peter came back with a towel wrapped around his waist and two towels in his right hand, one for your body and one for your hair. 
He handed you the first towel and you quickly wrapped it around your body, trying to warm up again. He handed you the second towel and you wrapped your hair up. 
You walked to your bathroom counter and grabbed your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth. Peter scooped you up and sat you down on the counter, handing you your toothpaste. 
You smiled, “Thanks Petey.” 
He smiled back and kissed your cheek, “Anytime baby.” 
You started brushing your teeth and when you were finished you spit out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth out. You looked at Peter who was just standing there, he hadn’t even brushed his teeth, but he was staring at you with a light smile on his face.
You raise your right eyebrow and smiled lightly saying, “What?”
Peter smiled shyly, his cheeks flushing a light pink, “Nothing just…” His hand came up to your jaw and he rubbed his fingers over it gently. He sighed lightly, “You’re just so beautiful love.” 
Your cheeks flushed and you smiled, looking to the floor. “Thanks Petey.” 
Peter tilted your face up and placed his lips on yours, kissing you with the softness that you would kiss a newborn baby. 
He pulled away a little bit and whispered, “I love you so much, Y/n.” 
You smiled and pecked him quickly, “I love you too Peter, so so much.” 
There was a moment of silence before you asked, “Wanna go cuddle and watch a movie?” 
Peter smiled and nodded, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared bed. He laid you down and took off you towel, tucking you into the warm blankets. He crawled in on his side, his bare chest perfectly against your naked back. He turned on a new movie and nuzzled himself into you. 
And that’s how the rest of your day went. Naked cuddles, curled into each other while watching movies. And it was perfect.
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selfcarecap · 2 days ago
Can you maybe write something where there's a sleepover at Ned's and Peter and reader stay up all night talking because they can't sleep 🤧❤️
-this is a repost of an old fic- no warnings needed i think
It’s been two hours since you all went to sleep. Okay, two hours since you all got into bed, one hour since you all stopped giggling and talking and really went to sleep.
It seems like you’re the last one awake. You, MJ and Betty are sharing Ned’s big bed, Ned’s on a separate mattress on the floor and Peter is just on the carpet - he insisted on it.
You’ve accepted that you’re most likely going to be up all night. But you had an amazing night with your friends, so it’s not too bad.
A few minutes later you hear Peter tossing and turning, eventually letting out a yawn that sounds very much like he’s awake.
It’s probably too dark for him to see that your eyes are open, but you lift up your hand, waving at him and he sees it.
He lifts his head to make sure he saw right, “Hi,” you whisper.
“Hi,” he whispers back, sounding just as awake as he did a few hours back.
After a few seconds of contemplating, you quietly get out of bed, opening the door to the hallway, letting in at least some light. You motion for Peter to come with you, and he jumps up immediately, squeezing past you.
“Hi,” he says again, after you shut the door to Ned’s room.
It’s weird being awake so late with a boy, alone with a boy. Especially when that boy is Peter Parker.
It’s dark outside but the windows in the hallway don’t have curtains, so there’s enough light for you to see each other normally.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, pulling your sweatshirt over your fingers.
“Me neither… Do you want to go to the living room so we can talk or something? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anyway.”
You nod, pulling him into the living room where you switch on a little lamp.
Peter takes the fluffy blanket from the side and drapes it across both your laps. Well mostly yours, and you scoot closer to him so you both get the same amount of blanket.
“I often have problems sleeping anywhere except in my own bed. Even when we‘re on holiday I have to take a few days to get accustomed to the bed and by the time I can sleep there we‘re going home again,” you tell Peter, laying your head on the headrest of the couch.
He smiles at you, thinking of what to say, “Actually… Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“This is my first sleepover… ever, and I was kinda nervous about it. But now that I’m with you I’m comfortable.”
“I’m comfortable too,” you say, although your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your chest any second and his nervous smile tells you he’s also not as calm as he says he is.
“Ned has slept at my place a few times since I have bunk beds but I’ve never slept at his place.”
“Bunk beds? That’s so cool,” you smile, hoping he gets the hint. And he does.
“Yeah, you have to come see them sometime. I mean, they’re not special but they’re bunk beds so, if you like bunk beds, then you’ll like them.”
You giggle, making a bold move and taking his hand. His fingers slip between yours, his clammy palm touching you.
You haven’t felt this nervous around Peter since you met him.
Being the new girl at school had seemed so terrifying but you became friends with him the first day, eventually meeting the other people from his friend group too, and you immediately felt welcomed.
Even though you liked all of them and felt like they liked you back too, Peter was your favourite from the start.
And even though they were all kind to you, you never quite felt like you fit in like the others, since they had all known each other for years.
Being invited to this sleepover was what made you feel like a fully accepted part of the group, but Peter has been making you feel fully accepted from the day you met.
While the others always made inside jokes and only explained them after you asked, Peter always explained it to you before he made the joke. By now you have your own inside jokes anyway, and they always make your heart flutter.
You’ve always felt like Peter liked you just as much as the other members of the group, if not more and you can only reciprocate the feeling.
With your hands intertwined, you and Peter end up talking for hours, your nervousness eventually subsiding as you get sleepier and sleepier.
You wake up to whispered shouting, and some movement next to you, but you can’t quite open your eyes yet.
Is that a pillow you’re resting your head on?
“Ned-  no don‘t you dare. Ned no I swear to-”
You’re pushed to the side a little, feeling wet trickle down your arm, making you finally open your eyes.
You suddenly remember you’re at Ned’s and- did you fall asleep in the sitting room?
Looking to the side you see Peter with wet hair and more of the water spreading on his shirt.
He’s glaring at Ned, who you see as you turn further. He has an empty glass in his hand, giggling with MJ and Betty by his side.
Peter pushes a hand through his hair, seeing you awake now, his expression changing into a smile, “Oh hey, you’re awake. Sorry, that was Ned’s fault,” he says that through gritted teeth, looking back at his best friend.
“Why are you wet?” you ask.
“That’s what she said!” Ned laughs and you shake your head with a slight smile.
Your three friends disappear into the kitchen, leaving you and Peter alone again.
“Sorry- they woke up and they saw you were still sleeping on me and he wanted to wake us up by pouring water on us but I woke up just in time--”
“I fell asleep on you? Sorry, that must’ve been uncomfortable. You could have just pushed me off,” you feel your face heating up, even more so when you remember how you were holding hands for a few hours.
“Oh no, no I was comfortable too. Even got in a few hours of sleep.”
“I can’t believe I fell asleep either. I must have been really comfortable.”
You watch as Peter’s cheeks turn pink.
“Uh you didn’t tell me why Ned got you instead of me. With the water?”
“Oh. Yeah, well I didn’t want you to be woken up by having water being poured over you so, I took it.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to,” you hug him, pulling away again when you graze his wet shirt.
The others are having breakfast already, while you and Peter go back to Ned’s room, gathering fresh clothes from your bags to change into.
You reach into your bag, getting a shirt and jeans, and also some panties.
Just as you’re about to ask Peter if you should go to the bathroom to change, you look up at him, and he’s shirtless.
Your eyes flicker to his abs, they contract and become even more visible when he sees you eyeing him. He coughs when he looks down at you, seeing the panties dangling off your finger that you quickly scrunch up in your hand.
“Um should I go out-” he starts, at the same time as you say, “I can go out-”
“I’ll go out,” he states, cheeks red as he leaves the room while you change.
He’s just zipping up his jeans as you make your way to the bathroom.
You wait for him as he gets his toothbrush, then walk into the bathroom together.
“Oh god, my hair,” Peter laughs as he sees his wet, messy hair in the mirror, brushing a hand through it, trying to tame it while you start brushing your teeth, giggling at his frustrated face.
You find a hairbrush next to the sink, holding it up to him.
“Thanks but… I feel weird using someone else’s hairbrush.”
You take the toothbrush out of your mouth, “Wait, let me try,” you mumble as Peter angles his head down, offering his apple shampoo scented hair to you.
Gently separating the strands, you slowly but surely get rid of the massive tangle in his hair, at all times aware of how his eyes are focussed on your face.
You feel the urge to wipe away the toothpaste that’s still by the corner of your mouth, but you try to appear nonchalant.
“Here,” you offer, “I think your hair-”
He cuts you off by leaning in, pressing his lips to yours gently.
Peter doesn’t even give you a second before he pulls back again, looking at you nervously, now with toothpaste on his lip.
You hold onto his arms, and kiss him again. Just for a few seconds.
You grin at each other afterwards, “You’ve got um,” you motion to your lips.
“Yeah, you too,” he chuckles and you both resume to just brushing your teeth.
As you watch him in the mirror, looking into each other’s eyes, you feel his fingers searching for yours, and quickly take his hand, smiling at him.
You really like this boy.
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