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planecrashdreams · 3 years

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Take My Breath Away

Peter Parker x Stark!daughter

Summary: The Avengers are close to unveiling The Vulture’s plan to destroy the city. They uncover that his son is throwing a ball with all of the most notorious villains within the city. It is decided that you, along with Peter, must attend to gather intel.

Warnings: *violence* *swearing* *fight scenes* *mentions of blood/wounds*

Peter & Y/N are 18

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call everyone into the lab in 5 minutes, I need to have a meeting.” Tony announces while peering at the screen in front of him.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice floods the entire compound inviting everyone to meet with your dad. You however, were busy doing your homework with the boy you’ve had a crush on for what feels like a century.

“Ughh, not again. What does dad want this time?” You whine getting up from your chair.

“Come on, Y/N, it sounds important, he said he wanted us in the lab.”

“I’m not even an Avenger, why do I have to be involved?” You say slightly annoyed.

You and Peter were the last ones to join the meeting and your dad started talking almost immediately.

“I found a new lead on Vulture, his son Dimitri Toomes is having a party for all of the mafia bosses and criminals and that roam the city. This party is taking place tonight at 8pm. I’m going to get you Nat, and you Steve, to attend this party as a couple to uncover more intel as you can—“

“Wait, but, how old is this Dimitri Toomes anyway? Isn’t he just a kid?” Bucky interrupts.

“Yeah, isn’t he like 18 or 19?” Nat also jumps in.

“I don’t think sending Nat and Steve in for this mission is such a good idea, Tony. He would know not to trust them once he saw them. We need someone younger.” Bruce suggests.

“No, I’m not sending Peter in to do this mission. Peter hasn’t done many missions, and this one involves the mafia and every criminal in New York!” Tony says sternly.

“Well, we weren’t thinking Peter exactly...” Bruce says very quietly.

“NO! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN THINK TO OFFER MY DAUGHTER TO GO ON A MISSION!” Tony yells loud enough for the whole city to hear.

“Yeah, uh, Bruce, I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink but sending me for this? What!??” You say very frightened and shocked.

“Tony, I know you would never want to do this in a million years, but hear us out. Dimitri is a young man, he’ll be easily persuaded if something strikes his interest. If we send Y/N, she’ll intrigue him and make him lower his guard and he could reveal his father’s plans. If we do this, we won’t send her alone. Someone will be there to watch out for her.” Bruce explains.

“I can’t believe I’m actually having to consider this plan.” Tony confesses.

“I’ll do it if you guys keep a close watch of me. I just want to get it done and over with.” You agree to Bruce’s plan but almost regret it.

“Y/N wants to go through with it, Tony? Are you okay going through with this?”

“Ok. But she goes in and she’s coming back out as quick as possible.” Tony finally agrees.

“We need to get ready now, the party starts in a couple of hours.” Tony leads the way out of the lab.

“Y/N, you’re going to need a dress to wear to this party. Steve, you’re going to be her chaperone and you’ll need a suit. Nat, Bucky, Thor—“

“Mr. Stark? Can I come and help keep watch of Y/N?” Peter interjects.

“Peter I’d feel more comfortable with you staying here in the compound.”

“Please, Mr. Stark, my spidey-sense can be helpful for this and I want to help keep Y/N safe an I kno—“

“Okay! Peter, fine, you can help Steve keep watch. Just be careful, and if I feel you’re not safe I will pull you out from the mission. Got it?”

“Yes! Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter beams, now he can keep watch on you to make sure you stayed safe.

Everyone headed off to help prepare for the mission and you headed up to your bedroom to get ready for what you thought was possibly the worst party ever.

Nat hung a few dresses on your closet door for you to wear tonight. But one caught your eye. It was gorgeous, it was a shade of dark blue. The fabric was silky and vibrant. The colour made your mind wander to a certain boy whose favourite colour is blue. Peter. “Well, I guess the night won’t be as terrible.” You thought to yourself happy that you got to feel pretty at least. The dress was a ball gown and sparkled in certain lighting.

You put your dress on and had Nat help you style your hair into a princess braid updo. You did your makeup, a few layers of mascara and a layer of pink peach tinted lip gloss. A simple look, but still radiated beauty. Your wore a pair of little black heels under your dress and went on your way downstairs.

Peter dressed himself in a simple black suit that he wore to the last school dance. He even shaved and gelled his hair a bit. Steve also dawned a suit, but dark grey. They went over a plan of how they would surveillance the party while keeping an eye on you. In the middle of their conversation, you start coming down the stairs. Step by step, Peter comes into your view and you smile taking in how handsome he was, especially in a suit.

Peter gasped looking at you, he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were and wished he could’ve been the one spending the night with you. Just thinking about Dimitri being with you sent him into an internal rage. But looking at your smile takes him away from that thought. He realizes you’ve been standing there for almost a minute and he hasn’t said a word to you.

“Wow, you look... pretty.” Peter says rubbing his arms.

“Yeah, you really are beautiful, Y/N.” Steve adds.

“Aw, thanks guys. And you both look very handsome.” You say shyly.

Peter looks up at Steve with an annoyed look, jealous that he made a comment about your appearance. Steve just laughs messing with Peter.

You, Steve, and Peter all drive to Dimitri Toomes’ party and discuss what the game plan will be.

“Ok, here’s what I’m thinking, Y/N goes in and scopes for Dimitri, she talks with him and get him comfortable with her. She’ll lead him on with questions about his family business. Once we get enough intel, she calls it a night and we get her out of there. Y/N, you’re going to go by a fake name and say you’re the daughter of the mafia boss, Lorenzo Bianchi. Just make up answers the best you can to his questions. We’ll be in your ear the whole night and we’ll help you talk to him. Peter and I will walk around the party to look for any suspicious behaviour and to keep a closer eye on you. If at any time you don’t feel safe anymore, say “my head hurts” got it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’m still really nervous about this.” You say scared about the whole situation you were about to enter.

“Don’t worry, Peter and I are with you the entire night. Just act natural and you’ll be okay. We are here.”

The three of you enter and immediately disperse. You enter the ballroom and turn heads as you move towards the bar. As you get to the bar, your eyes meet with a seducing glare. It almost made you uncomfortable but it was oddly alluring. You notice this man is young and clean cut. He was wearing a lighter suit with a dark black shirt. He was very tidy for a criminal.

“That’s him, Y/N. Across the bar from you. Make your move.” Steve says in your earpiece.

You instead have a better idea. You made sure his eyes were still fixed on you and flutter your eyes slightly and order yourself a drink. Just as you predicted, he got up from his seat and made his way over to you.

“Excuse me, miss, I don’t think I know you.” He says with a dark masculine voice.

“You’re right, you don’t know me.” You say slightly shocked at how unintentionally confident you were coming across.

“Beautiful and funny, now I’m sure I haven’t met you before.” He chuckles.

“Dimitri Toomes.” He says now leaning on the bar bench beside you.

“Francesca Bianchi.” You say now making eye contact with the man.

“You’re Lorenzo Bianchi’s daughter? Wow, he never said he had a daughter. A sexy one too.” He says looking over you with a venomous sound in his voice.

Peter was listening to this entire conversation and he was starting to get annoyed by Dimitri’s tone with you. His fist was squeezed tight and his knuckles turned white.

“Y/N, flirt back with him. You’ve got him attention and he’ll be easier to pry if he’s getting your attention back.” Steve suggests.

Peter is now dying inside, having to hear the conversation that’s about to happen. He wants to pull you away and not have you be flirted with by someone who only looks at you as a piece of meat.

“Well, I’m his little girl after all, he wants to protect me as much as he can. He wouldn’t want me to go out and find myself a new kind of daddy.” You say looking deep into his eyes and slightly biting your lip.

Both Peter and Steve stood still, mouth agape at what they just overheard you say. Peter was slightly turned on by your confident tone and how on the nose you were. He was still of course bothered that you were talking to Dimitri. Peter tried to keep his cool for the sake of the mission and your safety.

“Careful what you say, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to say something you don’t mean.” Toomes says towering over you now with a very condescending tone.

“Who said I didn’t mean it? And any way, how do you know my father?” You ask, trying to push for information.

“Lorenzo is a friend of my father’s. My father is working on a plan to run the city better for the mafia. And how do you not know this? Does your father know you’re here?” Dimitri asks slightly suspicious of you.

“My father doesn’t like women being involved with his business. I just want to look out for my father, I don’t want him getting into trouble is all.” You say hoping this puts him off your scent.

“Ah, the delicate princess, of course, I mean, if you were mine, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you, except me of course.” He says now trailing his fingertips along your forearm to your hand.

Unsure of how to react you just play along with him hoping Steve or Peter will help direct your next move.

“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, Y/N. Try getting more info out of him. He’s buying it.” Steve guides you. Peter at this point is speechless, he was stuck in an internal rage. He wanted to kill this guy just because he touched you.

“Dimitri?” You say with a higher pitch now hoping to sound too cute to decline.

“Hmm?” He hums in response.

“Could you tell me what my dad is planning on doing to make the mafia run better?” You ask fluttering your lashes, not breaking eye contact with him.

“I don’t know, Princess. I think it’s best to keep you out of it. Your father thinks so.” He says looking at you, now taking your hand and pulling you up from your seat.

“We can talk over by the balcony, it’s more private there, and I like my privacy.” He says very ominous. You were now feeling pale, unsure of what he meant by that. As you both move towards the balcony, your eyes meet with Peter’s and he looked concerned. He followed close behind the both of you, not daring to let you out of his sight.

“Now, Princess, I’ll tell you just a little bit to give you piece of mind about your your father. Your father works by conducting drug runs across the borders and selling drugs to smaller criminal groups within the city. Lately, the drugs have been resurfacing and the police have been finding out what groups are in possession of these drugs. Your father made a business deal with my father to make these weak groups disappear. My father in turn, had your father invest in most lethal warfare for taking over the city. As of now, our fathers have almost successfully taking over a stronghold, and they’re not stopping there.” He says, taking pride in his father’s work.

“Wow, I never knew my father would actually be helping take over the whole city.” You say in fake awe.

“But enough about that, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you tonight, darling. In the moonlight you are just mouthwatering.” He says, moving closer to you taking a handful of your hair to move away from your neck. He leans in to start kissing your neck. You jitter from the sudden touch of his hand. As he kisses your neck you step away from him. You could sense Peter was near.

“What’s wrong, princess? I was just kissing you.” He says deep in lust.

“Oh, I.. know it’s just, I’m really thirsty, would it be possible if you could get me a drink?” You ask hoping he would so you could catch your breath and talk to Peter.

“Okay, I’ll be back, don’t move.” He says as he makes his way back to the bar.

You exhale deeply and Peter appears almost out of nowhere.

“Y/N! I can’t believe that guy! I want to kill him, if we weren’t on a mission right now I would do it right now—“ Peter whispers loudly.

“Pete, I’m okay, he’s creepy, but harmless. I got so much intel for him. This plan is working well so far, I’m going to try for a little more, and then we’ll get out of here.” You say trying to reassure Peter, but also starting to blush at how much he really cared about you. Does he maybe like you back?

“You gotta go before he comes back.” You tell him almost shooing him away.

A few seconds pass and Dimitri appears with your drink just in time that Peter wasn’t stood beside you.

“Thanks.” You say taking a sip from the glass.

A few minutes pass and your head starts to spin. Your vision is blurry and and your eyelids feel heavy. You tried to remember what Steve said to alert him.

“My head hurts.” You say mumbling, losing control of your voice.

“You know, you really shouldn’t trust people you don’t know, Princess.” He says darkly. Why did he do this? Did he hear you and Peter?

You lose control of your body and start to tumble forward, but a pair of strong arms catches you before hitting the hard ground.

..........

You wake, arms and ankles tied in a dark concrete room. Where was this place? Am I still at the party? You ask yourself.

Moments later you hear footsteps approaching the door to your concrete room. You close your eyes hoping that whoever it was would think you’re still unconscious.

The footsteps approach closer and closer until they stop directly in front of you.

A hand hits you across the face, you shudder from it and find that it is none other than Dimitri.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He says with no recognizable tone in his voice. You almost revaluated if the man even was Dimitri.

“So, you think you would just stumble into my party hoping to steal all of our information? And by the way I know your fucking name isn’t Francesca Bianchi! Bianchi has no children!” He says now very angry at your attempt to deceive him earlier.

“I saw you arrive at the party with those two men, as soon as I saw that, I knew to pay attention to you. Women who show up with bodyguards aren’t good news around here.” He scolds you.

“Now, do you want to tell me who you and those men are? Or do you want me to beat it out of you?” He says bringing his face down to meet yours, taking your chin in his hand.

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout, heart racing at your courage.

Dimitri laughs and suddenly slaps you across the the face. You can feel blood starting to drip from your nose now.

“Talk like a bitch, get slapped around like a bitch!” He yells at you even angrier.

“Do something stupid like that again, I’ll have kill one of your boyfriends.” He says with a sharp tongue.

Did he actually have Peter and Steve captive? You couldn’t help thinking it was your fault, he must have heard you talking to Peter before he drugged you.

“No! Do whatever you want to me but don’t hurt them!” You yell back at him.

“Aw, does someone have a little soft spot for them? I’m thinking you like the little one. He was so bothersome, following us all night. I just couldn’t get you alone could I?” He says with an irritated tone.

“It’s too bad too, I was really starting to like you, you’re quite the flirt.” He says as he shifts closer to you. You try to move away from him but fail, he picks you up and takes you out of the concrete room.

You now find yourself in tied in a chair in a room with mob men. All of them look intimidating, these men were decorated in scars and appeared quite muscular.

“Now princess, I’m leaving you here to think about what you might want to tell me. I’m going to visit your little boyfriends, if you try anything stupid I’ll fucking kill you instantly.” He says sharply and disappears.

You were beyond scared, you didn’t think much of Dimitri when you met him. You just thought he was a rich kid who thought he was a top dog. But now being at his mercy you were so terrified. You were even more scared thinking about what awful things he could be doing to Steve and Peter.

“Steve!.... Steve, are you awake?” Peter asks quietly hoping that the cap was okay.

“Yeah... I’m fine, my head is spinning a bit.” Steve reassures Peter.

“We gotta get out of here, Y/N needs us, I hope she’s okay, I don’t know what I’d do if she was hurt.” Peter cries out.

“It’s okay Peter, relax, we’ll figure something out and we’ll get Y/N. Just let me think of something.” Steve says now thinking of an escape plan.

Peter struggles in his ropes and realizes his knots were not as tight as they should have been. “Hey, Cap? I think I can get out of my ties.”

“That’s great, looks like someone underestimated you.” Steve says struggling in his ties hoping his were loose also.

Peter got his wrists free and is now working on his ankle ties. As he finishes freeing himself, the door starts opening and Peter resumes to his position when tied.

“Boys, you’re awake now?” A dark voice emerges from the black doorway.

“Why are we here?” Steve boldly replies.

“To answer my questions, that little girl certainly had a lot for me tonight. Now, you have the option to answer and be good boys, or, you can dodge my questions and have her get beaten again. Your choice.” Dimitri says coldly.

“You won’t put your damn hands on her you piece of shit!!!” Peter says, now having a nerve struck after hearing that you have been beaten.

Dimitri laughs at Peter’s reaction, “And what? You think you’re going to do something about it? You’re just a kid, and you’re tied!”

“Am I?” Peter says pouncing onto Dimitri, punching him in the jaw.

“Poor choice little boy.” Dimitri says pulling out a knife.

Dimitri lunges towards Peter with his knife and tries slicing Peter’s arm. Peter dodges Dimitri and elbows Dimitri in the face. Dimitri stumbles behind Peter and takes the opportunity to stab Peter in the shoulder. Peter gasps and lands on a knee in front of Steve. He slowly pulls the knife out of his shoulder and drops it on the floor. This only sets more of a fight in Peter, Peter grapples Dimitri and pulls him to the ground. They both wrestle and each try to knock each other out.

As Peter and Dimitri fight, Steve is in arm’s reach of Dimitri’s knife and uses it to cut the ropes from his wrists. A few moments later Steve has now freed himself and helps Peter knock Dimitri out. Peter exhausted, can still only wonder if you were alright. He didn’t want to take a breath, he needed to save you.

“We have to find Y/N!” Peter tells Steve, now running out of the room.

“Peter hold on, we need to be careful, we don’t know what are doing with her. And what are we going to do with Dimitri? We can’t just leave him like this.” Steve warns Peter of his reckless behavior.

“Do you want me to finish him? Cause I’ll do it!” Peter says very dominantly.

“No! We can’t kill him! We need him for more information. We should tie him up and come back for him once we find Y/N.” Steve explains.

Steve and Peter tie Dimitri to a pipe, making it harder for him to remove himself if he were to wake up.

“We should split up, listen you can climb quietly along the walls and the ceilings and not be seen. I’ll go search areas around here.” Steve leads.

Before Steve could even finish his thought, Peter was already on the ceiling making his way to a room.

“And Peter, be careful!!” Steve’s voice echoes.

You were sitting in a chair with five mutants surrounding you in a circle. Your wrists were bruising from the restraints and they wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you tried.

“Stop struggling, sweetheart.” You hear one of them say. “We don’t want to hurt your beautiful face.”

“Why am I tied up when there’s five of you? Is Dimitri afraid I’ll overpower you.” You question.

The same man turns around and slaps you hard across the face. You cheek stung and became numb in a matter of seconds. What the hell? Why did he hit me?! You think to yourself.

“You don’t talk about Dimitri Toomes like that. Show some respect.” He says enraged.

You decided to push him some more. You didn’t know if it was out of pure courage or pure stupidity.

“Why the fuck would I respect him? He beat me!” You scream.

“That man is the son of Adrian Toomes, he’s among the strongest men in the city!” He defends.

“He’s a child, he’s not strong, I know plenty of stronger men and women than him!” You argue.

The man grows more annoyed and tired of your stubbornness. He pulled his arm back and whipped his hand hard across your face. Your cheek burned and you could taste blood on your tongue. You barely let out a whimper.

“You keep talking, and I’ll fucking end you right here.” He says very seriously.

As Peter is crawling along the walls and ceilings of the concrete hideout, he feels the hairs on his arms stand. His spider senses were going haywire. He sensed you nearby. He could hear muffled voices coming from a room ahead of him, he rushed to the doorway and listened for your voice but instead he only heard cries of pain from you. He crawled into the room and met eyes with you. You smile now knowing you were going to be okay. You wanted to help Peter have a better chance at freeing you. You needed to come up with a distraction and fast.

“Hey, do you hear that?” You say curiously.

“Hear what?”

“There! Did you hear it now? It was a loud slam! It sounds like it’s coming from outside of this room!” You say trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“You better not be lying, Dimitri will torture you and your friends even worse than you imagined.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me. Dimitri might be fighting off both of my friends right now.” You say coy.

The man scoffs and slowly leaves the room not breaking eye contact until he fully leaves. Another man follows for reassurance. Only three men remained in the room. Peter could handle them, these men were much scrawnier compared to the other two men.

Peter slowly crawls down the wall behind you and plans his attack. He looks over to you and makes a web shooting motion with his hand. You nodded, knowing exactly what his idea was.

Peter stuck his wrist out and shot webs at man leaving him stuck on the ground. The other two men were now aware of Peter’s presence and began attacking him.

Peter shoots his webs at one of the remaining men’s wrists, removing his knife. Peter then punches the man’s jaw and swings him down. The other man was more difficult to fight. He was much stronger than Peter anticipated.

Peter swung his fist to make contact with man, the man dodges and makes a quick hit to Peter’s ribs. You could see the pain oozing from his face. You cried for Peter, wanting him to be okay.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Peter says staggering in his place trying to get his momentum back. Peter tried to take another swing and hits the man in the cheek. The man is slightly fazed, but kicks Peter off his feet. The man puts Peter in a chokehold. You yell at the man to stop.

“You want me to stop? I don’t know, I think loverboy could take some more.” The man taunts.

As the man taunts you, Peter loosens the man’s grip from his neck. “It’s going to take a lot more for you to take me down that easily.” Peter huskily replies to the man.

Peter then elbows the man in the ribs, knocking the wind right out of him. Peter removes himself from him and reverses the positions between them. He then grabs the man’s collar and punches the man hard, knocking him out.

Peter steps back still looking at the man. He is breathing hard. You look Peter over, glancing at all of his wounds. His neck was already bruising, his fists were bloody, his clothes were ripped and bloodied, his jaw was bruised. You also notice a large stab wound in his shoulder. When did he get that?! Peter was a mess and you blamed it on yourself.

“Peter... you’re hurt.” You say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m okay, please don’t cry.” He says as he quickly makes his way to you.

You could see him breathing deep and hunch in pain when he makes certain movements.

“No, you’re not Peter. Every time you move I can see it hurts you. You were also stabbed, how long ago did that happen? This is all my fault, if I had been better at lying and not trusting Dimitri none of this would have happened.”

“Y/N this is not your fault at all! Please don’t blame yourself for this. Dimitri tried to fight me and he ended up stabbing me. You don’t have to worry about him, he’s not going to hurt you again. We’re okay, and we’re gonna get out of here.” He says now untying you from your chair.

“I put you into a situation where you got hurt, I couldn’t bare to watch that asshole choke you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he actually killed you.” You say now sobbing thinking of what the outcome could’ve been.

“He didn’t, you’ve still got me. I would’ve chosen for him to take me down over you getting hurt.” He says comforting.

“I really don’t know what I would’ve done if one of those assholes had you like that. I could hear you crying. That’s how I found you. They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” He says now getting very tense. You could feel it, being the only one with him.

“Peter?” You say interrupting him.

“Yeah Y/N?

You lean in wrapping your arms around his neck gently to kiss him. He takes control fast and kisses you deeply and sweetly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked down the stairs back at the compound.” You admit aloud.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you, I just never knew how to tell you and I thought you only liked me as a friend.” Peter says now very shyly.

“And, you kinda took my breath away when you came down the stairs in that dress. You know blue is my favourite colour.” Peter admits.

You cut him off and kiss him again, reassuringly.

“I know! I picked that dress out of Nat’s options for you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, Pete.” You confess.

Just as you were leaning in again. Your dad busts the door in finding the both of you in an embrace.

“Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY! THANK GOD I FOUND YOU TWO!” Tony says very relieved.

Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Bucky enter behind and relax finding the both of you safe. Once Steve and Bruce see that you’re both okay, they breakaway from the group to find Dimitri to bring back for questioning.

“Dad! We’re okay! How did you find us?” You say beaming.

“I put a tracker on your bracelet so we could locate you in case of an emergency.” Tony says.

“Wait, I’ve had this bracelet for over a year now. You did just put a tracker on it now right?” You say suspicious.

“...”

“DAD! There’s a thing called privacy! You can’t stalk my every move!!..” As you get mad you slowly realize if it weren’t for your irratic father, you may never have escaped.

“Thanks, dad.” You say running up to him hugging him tightly.

He squeezes back, then realizes who you were hugging moments before when he broke the door down.

“Hey Peter, do you want to explain to me why you were hugging my daughter?” He says protectively.

“Dad! Stop! He saved me, if it weren’t for Pete I wouldn’t have made it.” You say defending Peter.

“And, I love him.”

“Ok.... And we will have a discussion about this later young lady. I don’t like the idea of you using the L word.” He says now leading the way out of the room.

The Avengers follow Tony, you and Peter are left alone for a moment in the room again.

“Thanks for defending me, Y/N. Did you mean that also?” He says softly.

“Yeah I did.” You say placing your hand in his.

You both follow along still hand in hand. “Also, my dad will get over us liking each other. He tells me how great of a guy you are all the time.” You chirp.

“What if he doesn’t? I don’t think he’d think I’m a great guy if I’m dating his daughter.” Peter says slightly concerned.

“Then it’ll be our little secret.” You say whispering to him.

“That’s a secret I could keep.” Peter says now smiling looking back at you.

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Now Let’s Have a Talk About Journalistic Integrity (Headcanons)

Requested by anonymous for Crossover reporter headcanons: Clark and Lois mentoring Mary Jane Watson, Cat Grant poaching Peter Parker from JJJ. SAVE THE SPIDER BABY!

Now, just take into consideration that this is not the Michelle Jones MJ portrayed by Zendaya in the MCU but more of my idea of Mary Jane Watson as shown throughout multiple media. Also Peter Parker is much the same as his MCU portrayal, except without his whole

Okay, here’s some things to know about Lois Lane.

She’s actually older than Clark by about three years.

She’s also one of those people who generally sees anyone younger than her as “smol baby” which is part of the reason she’s often so dismissive of Clark when they first meet.

“Miss Lane, we should really think about not going into there-”

“Can it, Smallville. I’m older than you.”

Not to mention Clark pretty much doesn’t seem to ever get any older (and she swears one day she will find what kind of moisturizer he uses and steal it because that stuff has gotta be from the fountain of youth or something.

She’s also very much annoyed with Perry for planning to stick the newest intern with her and Smallville instead of Stupid Kenneth down in Entertainment or Joyce in Sports.

The girl is cute and she seems pretty eager (although Lois isn’t really into the perky nickname MJ she gives herself. Is this girl even old enough to know who Michael Jackson was? Besides, Lois is the one who gives the nicknames around here) but Lois is ready to set aside her personal issues and help uplift another young woman trying to drill her way through the patriarchy in journalism, so she makes sure she’s the best dang mentor she can be.

MJ is eager to prove herself and often reminds Lois of herself, but really she reminds her of Clark a lot more. While Lois has a dedication and commitment to the truth, no matter whom it’ll hurt, MJ and Clark always seem to focus on the people behind a story. It’s something Lois admires in them, but struggles with herself.

Lois’ upbringing under General Sam Lane and her sister Lucy was not a happy one, and she has frequently come into conflict due to her commitment to honesty and the truth, even when exposing the military and government in falsehoods. She doesn’t talk to her family, she hasn’t seen her sister in years.

MJ is bright, and smart, and she’s good at both writing and listening. Lois knows she’s going to go far, but she has Smallville to help bolster her spirit. Lois knows what these idealistic people need. Someone like her to warn them about how harsh the world can be, who can help them weather the darkness with their light intact.

Meanwhile Clark becomes fast friends with MJ. She actually quickly discovers his secret due to witnessing his quick change in a phone booth while getting Lois coffee.

Clark learns that MJ doesn’t have any family in Metropolis, and that her family didn’t approve of her leaving New York and thus don’t speak to her, and he invites her to the Kent farm for holidays. Basically she becomes a little sister to Clark

Lois tries to stop herself from being jealous when MJ scores a big interview with Superman that skyrockets her career at the Planet. Because honestly it’s a little irksome when you expect to hear a familiar smooth-voiced “Miss Lane?” and receive an “Ah, Miss Watson?” instead.

Still, Lois and MJ and Clark become a fine journalistic team, with MJ often volunteering to take Clark’s place when he needs to be Superman at a function.

Also, MJ flies nicely under the radar since people tend to like the media narrative of the subtle flirtation between Lois and Superman, so MJ can “safely” go interview Lex Luthor without being kidnapped. MJ also ends up working for the League to get information.

Meanwhile, we have Peter Parker working to make a quick buck at the Daily Bugle. He’s a good photographer, particularly of posed Spider-Man shots, so JJJ knows he has talent, but he also knows he’s not gonna pay a snot-nosed young adult full price for anything.

So Peter is doing professional-level work for peanuts... until CatCo Worldwide Media gets wind of his talents.

It starts with Cat Grant taking a visit to New York to make the rounds and meet the local talent and such, and she sees a Bugle front page spread of Spidey.

And Cat Grant prides herself on being able to spot talent a mile away, so of course she decides to pay J. Jonah Jameson a visit. Needless to say, he does not make a good impression on her.

She offers Peter triple whatever Jameson pays him to work for CatCo Worldwide Media (later this tripled salary triples again after she learns that Peter really was paid some horribly low fees.

People are interested in superheroes, she knows, but Peter needs to prove he’s got what it takes, so she has him come out to National City to get her a fabulous shot of Supergirl.

Of course, the world being what it is, Peter can’t help but break out his suit to assist Supergirl against a villain, and to thank him, Kara makes sure he gets a really good photo.

Peter practically yelps when Cat introduces him to her assistant, “I want to say... Kiera?” and Kara has to shush him.

But basically, Supergirl and Spiderman team up on occasion, because who should be the one to get sent to check on Peter’s progress but Kara?

Also also probably Peter almost definitely but maybe but like totally has a crush on Lena because she’s awesome and one of his science heroes but also he totally crushes on Cisco when they have one of their interdimensional thingies and they get to meet. Also Cisco being like “whoa, Spider-Man’s real here!”

Also, though, for real, Peter meeting Iris and Barry and just having super crushes on both of them.

#headcanons #supergirl headcanons #superman headcanons #spiderman headcanons #marvel headcanons #dc headcanons #my thoughts

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I don’t think anything about movies hurts me more than Andrew Garfield having the third Spider-Man movie and a part in the MCU ripped out from under him. He loved Peter so much, he had such big ideas and dreams for the franchise and I just 🥺 Andrew deserves to be in the MCU, god fucking damn it. Retcon everything, refilm Avengers (2012) but Peter stumbles onto the battle of New York on his way home and he helps the Avengers win. Loki tries to mind control him and Pete just laughs in his face and then breaks Loki’s nose. He doesn’t join them for shawarma, but Steve does show up to his school to explain why Peter was late for his final.

[clutches chest] PETER PARKER SWINGS ON DOWN TO DC TO HELP NATASHA AND STEVE WHEN THEY FIND OUT SHIELD IS MOSTLY HYDRA. R-RATED CAP2, BUT IT’S RATED R BECAUSE PETER CAN’T STOP CURSING. ALSO THE WINTER SOLDIER RUNNING INTO PETER PARKER WOULD BE VERY FUNNY BECAUSE IMAGINE HOW BUCKY LOOKED IN CAP3 WHEN PETE CAUGHT HIS HAND BUT ITS AG PETER AND HE CATCHES THE FIST AND IS LIKE “SORRY ABOUT THIS ASSHOLE, THATS A DOPE ASS ARM, BUT UH [snaps it off] FUCK NAZI’S” AND THAT MAKES THE MASK FALL OFF AND STEVE STILL DOES THE “😮 Bucky?” And the winter soldier does his “who the hell is Bucky?” And Pete’s like off to the side, incredulous and without the spidey suit just in his college kid street clothes, jerks his thumb at Bucky, “CAP YOU KNOW THIS FUCKING NAZI OR SOMETHING???”

PETER AND NICK FURY LMAO HE’D FOLLOW NICK AROUND MIMICKING HIM PERFECTLY EVEN THOUGH HE CANT SEE HIM AND IT WOULD INFURIATE HIM. He gets Maria to laugh four times in one briefing though by dropping wigs onto nick from the ceiling

Tiny baby pete showing up in iron man 3 to call Tony a fucking idiot and save him from himself and drive him to therapy and he shows Gwen Tony’s plan for taking the arc reactor out and in twenty minutes they’re like “lol yeah we can fix this in an afternoon, no problem grandpa.” And Tony wants to be livid but the science is sound and that damn Gwen Stacy is just so smart, and he’s really gonna trust a college student with this, isn’t he?

Tell me andrews Peter Parker wouldn’t have followed Natasha after civil war and shown up at her trailer and been like, “hey, there’s a bad guy following you, thought you should know. Ohhh, is that caviar? I’ll take that. Thanks nat! What are we watching?” And she’s just standing there as he steals her rare russian caviar right out of her hand because what the fuck, Peter. Also his commentary with Yelena would be great. They’d love each other and it would drive Natasha bonkers. “God you’re such a mom.” “Sorry Nat. It’s true.” “Ive killed people you know. Lots of people.” Peter, deadpan perfect imitation of Elle Woods, “what, like it’s hard?”

Sam HATES him, complains about the fucking millennial and his taste in music and it’s mostly jokes, but Peter starts calling him an old man and referring to him as dad in public both to confuse the general public and remind Sam that he is, in fact, old enough to have a kid in his mid 20’s when nobody bats an eye at it. A couple of nice old ladies in the subway even tell Pete he has his fathers eyes, and Sam can’t fucking breathe he’s so horrified that they think a 25 year old white boy hipster is his child, but Bucky and Steve are in tears laughing so hard

Peter tries to do the same thing to Steve and Bucky, pass them off as his dads, but to everyone’s horror neither one of them bats an eye at this and they start calling him son and sweetpea and champ in front of people and Steve pinches his cheeks at a parent’s night at his college and Bucky charms a couple baby pictures out of Aunt May and has Natasha photoshop him and Steve into them and shows them to people and Peter hates it. They have an open invite to any parent events though, but usually it’s only one of them who escorts Aunt May and plays the part of doting dad. Also, they would adore aunt May. Absolutely adore her and flirt shamelessly with her, to Peter’s abject horror, and May flirts back, “I’m old, not dead and blind, Peter.”

Oh, older angstier Peter and Bruce 🥺 Bruce comforting him after Gwen dies and Peter’s one of the only people who can talk the hulk down. The hulk even likes Peter. They spar sometimes when Pete’s in a Mood. Bruce GETS it, feeling like something you love so much stole even more from you and resenting it and resenting yourself sometimes and being angry at the world and yourself all the time and they just vibe so hard. Tony often comments that he’s jealous, because all Peter has to do is send Bruce a meme and he gets like a real honest to god full body laugh. He can make the fucking hulk laugh in the middle of a fight. Peter unironically gets Bruce a #1 dad mug for Father’s Day, and May helps him make a #1 Hulk Dad hat for the hulk for Father’s Day too. Because reasons.

Pete, Bucky, Thor, Steve and Natasha play drinking games that Peter teaches them but they play them with asgardian alcohol so they all get absolutely fucking hammered and Peter plants one on thor and Bucky and then drunkenly stumbles away grumbling about kissing grandpa ex-hydra assassins and whining that he stopped kissing Thor in the first place. None of them comment the next morning but at Christmas Peter can’t seem to go around a corner in the tower without running into Thor and some mistletoe. And then he meets Jane and wants to die because he’s a huge fan of her work but also he didn’t realize they were dating and “oh my god, I’ve been kissing the boyfriend of one of the greatest minds of our generation, I’m a terrible person” and Tony and Bruce are like “excuse me??!”

#marvel for ts //#guys I’m heartbroken we all deserve this MCU #I just love the idea of Peter commentating as he fights and he’s just very liberal with the word fuck #‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE’ ‘aw fuck I meant to blow your arm off not just hurt you - here let me just -‘#your honor we were ROBBED #retcon the whole thing time to start over sorry tom #personal

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JPH^2 Bingo - Game Night

Game Night with Avengers and Family

The boyfriends are stuck at the Avengers game night with no one knowing they are dating.

Ao3 Link here

Peter was nervous as was Harley. Tony had invited the Fantastic Four over for Game Night and May had invited Harry over for Game Night. The Avengers held a monthly Game Night where board games were placed around as well as card games. Mario Kart racing was held either one by one of the kids (because Avengers kids attended) or Clint who had way too much experience. The younger kids were all playing with their own games which were normally just Nate and Morgan but tonight would include Val and Franklin, though if Franklin was by Johnny’s side the whole night, Peter wouldn’t be surprised. The kid loved his uncle. Which is where the issue came up. Peter Parker was dating Harley Keener, Harry Osborn, and Johnny Storm. They all kept their relationship quiet to the point that May didn’t know nor did Sue. Tony didn’t have a clue as well and everyone knows that Norman was not around enough to know what his son did. Now the boys were going to be together. All under one roof for the night without touching or doing boyfriend stuff. Peter didn’t know how he was going to deal and he knew Harley was already ready to just say something.

“Pete,” Harry said as he arrived with May hugging him as they normally did. May smiled at them. She always said they were the best of friends when arguing with Norman about Peter and Harry not being separated. Peter moved away after a while as he pretended to introduce Harry to Harley. The two shook hands before Tony came over to meet Peter’s best friend (one of his boyfriends). Tony seemed to talk to Harry for a bit as if he seemed interested in the boy. Harry seemed to be quiet.

“It’s nice to meet someone from Peter’s childhood,” Tony said.

“Trust me, Pete is the best thing that happened to me,” Harry said. “He has helped my life and introduced me to some amazing people.”

Tony agreed as Peter pulled Harry away as he said he wanted to get a game started and got Harley and Cooper to join them as they pulled out Sorry from the game area. The four played as Tony left Harry alone. Cooper seemed to not ask Harry too many questions, more focused on the game as he didn’t want to ask too much. Peter was distracted for a bit by the game but he should have known it wouldn’t last long.

Johnny Storm was someone that made an entrance. Peter could hear his entrance as he walked in and made a scene. Franklin was giggling as he walked in but Val was rolling her eyes. Harley, Harry, and Peter were so focused on Johnny walking in that Cooper had to get them all back focused on the game. Peter stared at Harry and Harley knowing they had all messed up. They didn’t say anything as they all got back to the game. Harley somehow won the game and the group moved over to sign up for the Mario Kart tournament where they met Franklin and Johnny. Franklin looked at Peter as he talked as if he knew him and Peter realized too late as a light went over Franklin’s mind.

“You’re….” Franklin started.

“How about we talk for a bit?” Peter said quickly before he pulled Franklin aside. Johnny seemed confused by what Peter was doing but he let it happen as Peter told Franklin that his uncle didn’t know about Spidey or his friends. Franklin nodded and asked if it was a special secret which led Peter to tell him it was. Franklin was excited and started clinging to Peter for the night. Johnny seemed happy by that but also jealous because his nephew was now clinging to his boyfriend instead of him.

“Franklin doesn’t attach to anyone when Johnny is around,” Sue told Peter when she caught him and Franklin for a second. Franklin looked at his mom more than Peter.

“Peter is cool though,” Franklin said.

“So am I,” Johnny whined.

“I guess I’m cooler than the Human Torch,” Peter said. Johnny looked at him with a smirk and went to say something but stopped. Sue seemed to notice that and watched her brother and Peter’s interactions for the rest of the night.

The boys were all watching the final tournament which Harley and Johnny were in. Peter was cornered by Sue and May who were asking him questions. Harry was listening and concerned for the boy as he tried to get them to ignore Peter for him instead but nothing was working.

“You know if there is something you need to tell me you can,” May told her. Harry looked down not knowing what Peter would do.

“May, there is nothing I have to tell you,” Peter said.

“Nothing at all?” She asked. Peter didn’t know what she wanted him to tell her. Maybe he needed something to distract her.

“I’m dating Spider-Man,” Peter said. He wanted to facepalm at that moment as May rolled her eyes as Franklin giggled. Harry looked at him confused.

“Spider-Man?” He asked. Peter looked at him but before he could say anything Franklin shhhed him. Johnny and Harley joined the conversation after finishing the tournament.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Johnny said.

“Peter has a secret,” Franklin said. Harley seemed curious as did his other favorite characters.

“Let me guess, he is Spider-Man,” May said. Franklin looked at her surprised. Peter went to say May but he saw three confused boyfriends until Johnny seemed to realize something but Sue beat him to it.

“No wonder Franklin has been attached to you,” Sue said.

“Spidey has come and got me and Peter and Spidey sounded the same so I put two and two together,” Franklin said.

“Genius kid,” Peter said. Franklin smiled.

“How did I, one of your boyfriends, and Spidey’s best friend, not realize it?” Johnny whined. Everyone went quiet in the room.

“One of?” May asked. Then it seemed to connect and she smiled as she looked at Peter. “You know you could have told me, Tesoro.”

“I know but we weren’t ready yet,” Peter explained. May pulled him in a hug letting him know she was proud of him as Sue said she was going to talk to Johnny about this and would love to have dinner with his boyfriends. May looked at Harry and pulled him in as well.

“I’m proud of you too, Kid,” May said. She also looked at the other two. “As Sue said, we will be having dinner soon.” Everyone seemed interested but it was Tony who was warning Peter that if he hurt his kid that he would hurt him before telling Harley the same thing and then Harry and Johnny the same thing. The group laughed as they all came together. The boyfriends had amazing support and the families now knew the secret.

“Now about you being Spider-Man,” Johnny started. Peter groaned as he knew he had to explain to his boyfriends something he hadn’t even told Harley, who had seen him in the lab before working on Spidey’s stuff. Peter knew he had a lot to explain but luckily he had three wonderful boyfriends and a supportive family.

#peter parker #harley keener #harry osborn #johnny storm #jph^2 #game night

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hi! sorry if you already have a rec list for this, but do you have any outsider pov fics? like i read this one series with peters physics teacher which was super cool so if u know of any others kinda like that or of civilians that spidey has helped? i also super enjoyed ur school nurse one lol

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway by kingdomfaraway

“Peter,” Jim started, “if you’re more comfortable with your Aunt, we can reschedule for another time.”

“Nonsense,” Tony said, speaking before Peter could. “She’s a very busy woman, I, on the other hand, have all the time in the world.”

Jim kept eye contact with Peter, who just nodded. “It’s fine, I’m sure he would show up anyway…”

Tony gave a very smug grin to both Peter and then to Jim.

Everyday Superhero by stoneage_woman

When a field trip to Stark Industries ends in disaster, Roger Harrington finds himself faced with an impossible choice. Suddenly, Tony Stark is shoving an NDA in his face while Peter Parker stares at him with terrified, desperate eyes. Nothing in his 13-year teaching career could have prepared Harrington for this, but he knows one thing for sure: ten years ago, he'd stared down into the sightless eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl, and he'd sworn to himself that he would never again lose another student. He's going to do everything in his power to keep that promise now…even if it costs him everything.

Set during and post Spider-Man Homecoming. A realistic field trip story that also explores the long-term consequences of trauma and responsibility, written by a real-life teacher.

Big Secrets, And Other Things To Talk To Your Therapist About by Aimael

How Dr Lauren McKinley, psychologist, randomly acquired not one, but two new clients of the superhero kind, because she was a little too curious to say no.

Mutants by sameuspegasus

All teachers dread parent-teacher night. This one's worse than usual.

Feat. Boundaries? I don't know this word. He's not my boyfriend! Flash Thompson's A+ parents Tony and Peter are enormous nerds Gym class is important Oh my God, what's that in the bio lab

IM Spotter by Gyptian

Floriana has headed up the IM Spotter club, New York branch for years, in a certain cafe with a very good view of Stark Tower. Never has she dreamed of having such a special guest, however.

Open for Business by @opal-earrings

Jake likes his night shift at the gas station in the middle of nowhere because nothing ever happens. The only reason he took the job is because nothing ever happens.

But then something actually does. A teenager comes in covered in blood and asking to use his phone, and somehow that’s not the strangest thing that's going to happen during his shift tonight.

research and disaster by blueh

The interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

A Good Kid by kuragay

Ricky thinks that May's an exceptional woman, and he thinks that Peter's an exceptional kid. But there's no denying that the Parker household is full of mysteries, and most of them are centered around Peter and his supposed internship with Tony Stark.

“Is that a cat?” (no, it’s a kitten.) by zimnokurw

Mel, intern of Stark Industries founds a kitten, but if she wants to help her, she have to take Molly (yeah, so she named her already, problem?) to the company. But that's only four hours so nobody will even notice anything! Well, a kid noticed. And FRIDAY, and then Mr. Hogan and Dr. Stark. And suddenly she's screwed. Or is she?

When In Doubt, Blame Spider-Man by @ambivalentmarvel

Peter finds a ten-year-old friend out in the cold near his group home and decides to take action.

Peter Parker: Intern Cryptid by Karu_Ambrogio

The 5 college level interns, who actually interacted with Tony Stark himself on occasion, would be jealous of the 16 year old Peter Parker appearing from nowhere and being the obvious favorite if they weren't so busy being terrified by him.

Progress Report by sameuspegasus

Ms. Warren has some questions for Tony Stark regarding the exact nature of Peter's internship. She gets invited to the lab to see for herself.

Love, hate on by @madasthesea

She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

She had only intended to grab Stark, tell him what he’d done that merited the punishment she was going to give, and kill him fast before anyone started looking. But here was this kid, an act of providence.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. An eye for an eye, a child for a child.

Should’ve Stuck with Bed, Bath & Beyond by @whumphoarder

Having recently quit a high-stress job at the local ER, Patrick Carmichael—the rookie nurse at Midtown School of Science and Technology—is ready to settle into a nice quiet life of handing out band-aids and ice packs and collecting students’ mandatory sports physical forms.

Unfortunately, he's about to meet Peter Parker.

#pov outsider #outsider pov #irondad fic #fic rec #rec list #Anonymous

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A blurb about cute jealous!Harry

i dont have a nice title for it....

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Harry didn’t know what he was getting into. Only that and the fact that he didn’t know why he was so god damn invested at the Ellen Show with Tom Holland sitting at the couch across. Tom and you recently had a movie together and Harry loved it—loved your performance when he attended the special screening. You were his girlfriend after all. The public didn’t know it yet but everybody in Hollywood knew the nights you spent together and the kisses you shared in secret parties. So, it was no surprise when You arrived at the private screening of your movie with Harry’s hand on the small of your back. Unfortunately, Tom stole you from him to do PR business. It was quite funny how you met, though. He was invited in another premiere of the movie and was praising you for your performance. He liked you to the point that he even had his assistant contact your assistant so you could star in his upcoming music video, Watermelon Sugar. You agreed, excited because you were a fan of Harry and One Direction in your teenhood. Harry was elated when he received your message and as of the moment, while he watches Tom Holland relive your shooting days with him, he couldn’t help but feel quite jealous.

“Y/N is such a nice girl! Very down to earth and one time, she even brought this coffee kiosk for everyone because of the early call time,” Tom gushed. “Safe to say that I had to up my game because of that day,” he chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes. Of course you were nice! Everybody knew your partnerships with different charities and foundations. Not only that but word on Twitter quickly spreads out. He doesn’t know why he’s annoyed at Tom Holland, he was so nice during the movie screening.

“You know, stare a bit more and you’ll definitely kill Spiderman with your mind,” Mitch said, sitting beside Harry. The singer just chewed on his gum a little more harshly when Ellen proposed a game of Who’d You Rather. Harry almost fell into her trap once but he declined, saying that it would most probably cause havoc. Ellen agreed.

“Okay, Tom. You know how the game works, right?” Ellen asked.

“Yes,” he replied. Soon, a photo of you and another actress that Harry could care less about was flashed on the LED screen.

“Y/N,” Tom said without hesitation. The crowd cheers. You were currently the most talked about ‘ships’. Soon, your picture was matched with other girls—singers, models, and actors and Tom still chose you. Harry was furrowing his brows now. What the fuck? Mitch, on the other hand, was watching with amusement. He’s never seen Harry like this.

“Why Y/N?” Ellen pried. Tom only blushes and Harry knows that wasn’t a fake one. Nobody can fake a blush!

“Y/N’s a great girl,” Tom said. “Perfect, actually,” he gushed. Harry doesn’t know why but he suddenly spit his gum on the floor and Mitch topples in laughter. Harry was full-on choking now and it took him awhile to recover. He picked the gum up with scrap paper and threw it in the trash, walking out to mute Tom Holland’s pathetic way to profess his crush on you.

Mitch, who was doubling in laughter decided to inform the group text about it and Harry shouts, “Fuck off!” to him, which made Mitch laugh harder, if that was even possible. Harry was full-on pissed now—especially at that Tom Holland prick. Everyone at the group text was making fun of him now and he wanted nothing more than to lock himself in his Malibu home until he no longer had to see Tom Holland’s face anymore. He decided to stall time by visiting your Instagram page and Harry nearly throws the phone on the floor.

The first photo that popped on his screen was you and Tom having a laugh during the red carpet of the screening. You captioned it with, “great times with Tommy” and although it was posted two days ago, Harry wanted nothing more than to scoff. Fucking Tommy and his nickname. Harry decided to keep himself busy and just ignore all your posts with Tom Holland, until he saw a video of you doing one of those 73 Questions videos. It was shot at your New York penthouse just before Harry arrived to get his cuddles.

The video started with a few basic questions about you and your whereabouts. The interviewer was asking fun stuff like your favourite perfume, your favourite song, favourite album, and then soon asked more personal stuff at the nearing end about your advocacies.

“So, Y/N, what is your life motto?” the interviewer asked. You hummed.

“Well, it’s not mine per se but it really encompasses what should be done in different spheres,” you started. “I really try to do it all the time. It’s actually ‘treat people with kindness’ or ‘TPWK’ by Harry Styles. I just think it’s so ingenious,” you confessed. That was enough for Harry to get through the video, hoping to hear his name again. It was weird how he liked hearing his name from your mouth to the whole world. Still, he watched you talk about your humanitarian projects and he liked how politically-inclined you were.

With pride, he sent the link of your video to the group text with the time stamp. “You can all shut the fuck up now.” He texted. The group immediately sent teasing emojis and Harry only scoffed before tweeting “Great times.”

Fans immediately figured that the tweet was connected to you somehow, even going as far as to posting photos of you and Harry sharing a laugh during the premiere. There were already rumours of you and him dating—being seen during the day sometimes or sometimes, it was you posting a cryptic photo on Instagram. Harry ignored the speculations and just took a nap. You’ll be here soon anyway.

You arrived at his house and Mitch greets you, hugging you and kissing your cheek before telling you that Harry was in his bedroom, throwing a fit.

“Harry?” you knocked. Harry was sitting on his bed, his back leading on the bed frame. His arms were crossed and his form was in a pout.

“Hmp,” he snubbed. You smiled.

“Come on, what’s happening?” you asked him, going over to him and sitting beside his legs.

“Tom said that you were ‘quite perfect’”, he mocked Tom’s accent. “In front of my face!”

“When?” you asked, chuckling at how cute he was acting.

“In the T.V.!” he whined. “Ellen made him do the Who’d You Rather game and he chose you over everyone,” he complained.

“Come on, honey,” you chuckled. “You know it’s all for PR and Tom’s my friend!”

“I know but Tom gets to be proud of you in public and I can’t,” he sighed. “Wanna take you everywhere with me,”

“You can if you want to,” you told him. His eyes brightened up.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I talked about it to my managers and they said that we’re old enough to decide on our own,”

“So I can post photos of us now and I can take you to stuff and we can go out together and be cuddly?” he asked, like a baby.

“Yeah,”

“Suck on that, Holland!” your boyfriend cheered.

“He wasn’t competition, Harry!” you scolded. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” he smiled before opening his arms so you could be in his embrace.

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Tale As Old As Time

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Part Nine Part Ten

Summary: The Yule Ball is finally here and maybe just once you get to be the princess in a fairy tale.

A/N: Guys, guys, this chapter IS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND I’M ASDKJDADGAD anyway. Hello to those of you who are new! I love you all so much (and if anyone would like context or a visual for this chapter see Cinderella or ya know your favorite Disney princess dance sequence... there are so many) I love you all! Please let me know what you think! Also catch this on AO3 soon!!

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Christmas Eve and it seemed like the week had passed faster than the week before. Between finding a last-minute present—and a letter to Mrs. Weasley to see if a miracle could really happen—and wrapping the ones I already had, I was exhausted come Christmas Eve, so I did what I did every year: I read a book.

“So, do you have a dress for the Ball?” Hermione asked as we lounged in the Common Room watching the boys play chess.

“Yeah, my mother sent me one, it was the parcel I got the other morning,” I noted, my eyes not leaving my book—A Christmas Carol.

It was the evening before the Ball as well, and we were enjoying the buzz of the common room as Christmas approaching in the morning had everyone in a stupor. I had seen Draco at dinner, but Hermione stole me back for the evening, well, she tried.

Penelope swooped in and a letter landed in my lap.

“Oh, come on, I just got you back in here,” Hermione groaned. “Doesn’t he have his own party at Slytherin?”

“Maybe he’s invited her. I’ve heard so much about how good Slytherin parties are,” Ron looked up hopefully.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, breaking the seal and opening the letter.

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower as soon as you can, dress warm.

Draco

Three pairs of eyes were on me.

“I... have to go?” I offered sheepishly.

“A party?” Ron asked.

“No, just... never mind. It’s not a party.” I shrugged as I got up and stretched.

Grabbing my winter boots, scarf and fur lined jacket—that my mother also sent—I headed own the drafty halls and up to the Astronomy Tower.

“Draco?” I called as I reached the top step. He turned, a smile making its way to his face.

“Hey,” He helped me up the stair, taking my gloved hand in his. “These are new?” He mused, eyeing the black leather fur lined gloves.

“Mother sent them; someone must have told her that I was cold.” I gave him a side eyed look. He chuckled and pulled me close

“So, the ball is tomorrow,” He began

“Yes, that is how time works,” I mused. “I believe it is Christmas as well,”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten,” He scoffed with a smile. “And I assume, since you weren’t... here growing up, I assume you have no idea how to dance,” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, and you do?” I scoffed.

“Yes,” He answered simply. “This isn’t my first Ball Y/n,”

“So, you’ve danced with other girls before?” I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t as jealous as I let off, it was just fun to watch him scramble over something so simple.

“Yes,” He sounded strained.

I smiled and pulled him to the center of the walkway, pulling him close.

“Teach me then,” I took his hand and he pulled me close, into first position. “You’re right, I have never danced before,” I confessed.

“I know,” He mused. “This is going to be horrendous,”

A laugh escaped his lips and mine. I sighed and took his hand as his other rested on my waist and mine on his shoulder. Music came from somewhere, but I didn’t question it, I was too focused on not stumbling.

“It’s a pattern,” He told me. “One, two, three, four,” He instructed.

It took a few—hundred—tries, but Draco was persistent. Soon I was tripping over my own feet less and spinning around the Tower laughing as I danced almost flawlessly in sweatpants. Now only if I could do it in heels and a dress.

Draco pulled me in and be began to speed up the pace, leading me into new steps before his hands moved quickly and he easily dipped me.

“Draco!” I exclaimed and gripped for him as he righted me.

“Did you think I was going to let you fall?” He teased as our dance stilled, the two of us closer than ever.

“Haven’t you already?” I asked, my hands drifting to their familiar place around his neck.

“Have you fallen for me then, Miss Lupine?” He asked softly, the electric current growing stronger as the distance between us closed.

Staring into blue eyes, I felt the coolness of a river, and the gentle waves of the ocean, comforting me with their chill. An entire world laid behind them, one that I yearned to explore and know every part of.

“I think so,” I whispered the confession. “A Lupine and a Malfoy,” I scoffed softly.

“What an idea,” He pondered. “To fall for someone like you,”

I smiled and pressed my lips softly to his, basking in his warmth. Now that we had stopped dancing, the winter air began to seep through my clothes. When I shivered, he pulled away and chuckled.

“You know, with all the spell and potions and charms out there, you would think there would be something to keep you warm,” Draco baited.

“I have you, don’t I?” “I suppose you do,”

Draco walked me back to the Gryffindor portrait in comfortable silence. Another fleeting goodnight kiss and I was far from being cold.

“I’ll meet you here tomorrow then? Seven forty-five?”

“Are you sure about this Draco... your father and the Ball...” I looked down, still worried.

“Stop it Y/n,” He chided. “It will be fine. We’re safe here.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Now go get some rest.”

“Goodnight Draco,” I whispered. “And Merry Christmas,”

He eyed me and an amused smirk played at his lips.

“Happy Christmas,” I couldn’t tell if it was a correction or if he had meant it. “Goodnight Y/n,”

Again, we exchanged a glance, three words unspoken between us: I love you.

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Draco woke early Christmas morning to Penelope fluttering annoyed at his side, cooing for attention. He had half the idea to shove her off the bed and go back to sleep, but you couldn’t really push a bird anywhere and expect it to stay away.

Groaning and sitting up, he saw that Penelope was sitting upon two parcels, and a letter accompanying each. It dawned on him that it was Christmas morning, not just any morning, and these must be from you.

Taking the one that had your letter attached—marked by your red wax seal—he opened the letter.

Merry Christmas Draco,

We had these sweets (we called them candy) in America, I had my mother send me some, and thought you might want to try them. Sour Patch Kids are my favorite, I’m not one for chocolate, but I did include some for you to try. If not, I’m sure Crabbe or Goyle wouldn’t mind having them.

Mother also sent all of my Latin books to you because you seemed interested in it the other night. Please be careful with them, they’re worth more than you can imagine, they belonged to my great great something grandfather. I will kill you if you ruin them. Though I suppose they are yours now... still.

And, from me... well, I got you a fountain pen. It was my grandfathers, a gift from a Muggle. I know, I know. But, it’s so small, and very useful. You use it like a quill and ink, but it doesn’t splotch or smear and dries instantly. I rewrite all of my class notes with a pen so that they’re neat, and I thought you might appreciate one as well. If you don’t want it, that’s fine too...

I hope you have a merry—happy Christmas morning. I await our dance tonight,

Yours,

Y/n

P.S. I sent a letter to Mrs. Weasley as well and I do believe that she sent you one of her hand knitted sweaters, so don’t be surprised if you get one. It was me. Again, if you don’t want it... it’s okay. I know it’s a lot.

Draco tossed the letter aside and tore open the package that accompanied it. Inside, as you had said, was a few thick books, come colorful plastic wrapped candy, and a long black velvet box.

Taking the box, he discarded the lid and nestled inside was a sleek silver cylindrical object. Removing it, Draco stared at the small thing, wondering what use it had and how had Muggles ever used this when ink and quill worked just fine.

Pulling of the cap as he would an inkwell, a small golden tip greeted him, similar to the ends of his quills, but less fragile. Taking your letter, he leaned it against one of the books you have gifted to him and he wrote his name with the pen.

It glided easily across the page, leaving dark ink in its wake, spelling his name delicately. There was no need to dip it back into an inkwell, and running his finger over it, he discovered that it didn’t smear or stain his fingers.

As much as he wanted to hate it and dismiss it, claiming that nothing smart logical or good came from Muggles, he couldn’t. This pen was something else. It was useful. And he hated it. But he also loved that it was from you and that you had clearly spent a lot of time trying to figure out what would prove worth to him even though it was Muggle.

He set the pen back into the box and placed it on his desk. Having a good idea what was in the other package and who it was from, he begrudgingly opened the letter attached.

Mr. Draco

I was quite surprised when I got a letter from Miss Y/n asking for her to make this for you, but I couldn’t say no to her—she is quite persuasive and truly seems to care about you having a good Christmas this year and who was I to refuse?

Have a Happy Christmas Draco, because someone out there really cares for you.

Mrs. Weasley

Dreading opening the package, knowing exactly what was inside, Draco opened the parcel and found an emerald green and grey striped knitted sweater. There was no sign of the god-awful initial of his first name. No, it was just a normal sweater, as if you knew what to ask for and what he would wear.

A smile touched his lips as he slipped the sweater over his head and picked up the book you sent: Wheelock’s Latin. Flipping through a few pages he could see you steady writing in notes littering the margins and little bookmarks placed in odd places to him.

The room around him started to come alive as the others around him awoke, and began to tear through their presents, but he remained on his bed in his own little bubble, leafing through the books and making his way through the American sweets you had sent—particularly enjoying something called Mike and Ikes.

Because of you, he had one of the best Christmas mornings that he had in a long while. He hoped that you were as well.

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The excitement of the morning had me awake earlier than normal and I saw that Hermione was already awake. Smiles spread across our faces as we wished another a Merry Christmas then began to open the presents that laid at the foot of our beds.

Hermione had gotten me a book—the same book that I had taken from Malfoy in the library— “so that you can have your own” she explained. Harry and Ron had joined together and gotten me a new set of inkwell and quill and a bound book of parchment in emerald and gold. Mrs. Weasley went above and beyond as normal with snacks and the usual sweater; this year it was a deep red with a forest green trim and gold accents. There was another set of graphite pencils and sketchbook from my mother and new diamond earrings from my grandparents.

On its own, on my bedside table was a small package in silk green wrapping and a letter with a matching green seal. My heart fluttered as I picked it up, knowing that it was from Draco. I hope that he had gotten what I had sent and that he had accepted it.

Opening the letter, it was short and unbearably sweet:

Dearest Y/n,

For you, to remind you that we are more than names and houses.

Happy Christmas. I’ll see you tonight,

Yours,

Draco

Smiling I opened the small box and inside cushioned was a necklace. It held neither an emerald nor ruby, instead a sapphire, the color of the sea, the color of his eyes, the feeling of Animi Amoris. On a delicate silver chain and lain in a diamond encrusted heart the sapphire sat, smiling at me.

“Oh Draco,” I murmured softly.

“What he get you?” Hermione asked, grinning, coming over to my bed in her Weasley sweater.

I showed her the necklace, not letting it leave my hold.

“He really is a sap, isn’t he?” Hermione sighed

“Yeah, he is,” I smiled, putting the necklace on. “He’ll never admit it though.”

Harry and Ron met up with Hermione and me in the common room, and we went down to breakfast together. I didn’t catch sight of Draco at breakfast and I wondered where he was. Deciding not to fret too much I spent the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was enjoying their presents—as I was, starting to sketch with my mother’s present.

Lunch was just as extravagant and featured so many turkeys I wondered exactly how long it had taken for them all to be cooked. I did see Draco at lunch, but other than a wave and a smile, there was no time for a proper hello in the fervor of the festivities, not that we didn’t try.

Time flew and soon Hermione and I were up in the Gryffindor Tower getting ready for the Ball. I had to help her with her hair and makeup, knowing a bit more in the area.

“He asked you out last night to teach you to dance?” She squeaked. “That is the cutest thing, I honestly don’t believe it,”

I rolled my eyes and pinned her hair into place.

“I think he’s been so worried about keeping up his reputation that he doesn’t know who to be, ya know? He doesn’t have the parents we do... or the friends. He’s just...” I trailed off.

“I understand, it’s just odd.” Hermione smiled.

“Yeah, but he’s still himself... just good.” I placed the final pin. “There, that should stay for the rest of... well forever.” I grinned. “No one will know it’s you Cinderella,” I teased.

“Oh, and who does that make you?

“Your fairy godmother of course,” I mocked a bow

“I’m pretty sure that makes you Belle and you’re living Beuaty and the Beast,” She pointed out mischievously.

I laughed and started to work on her makeup. She then helped me curl my hair and place it into a plaited bun. It was great fun. I teased her about Krum, and she teased me right back about Draco. We finally had time to sit and talk without anyone prying and without a deadline.

The time came and we both got into our dresses, doing finishing touches. Hermione held herself higher as we looked in the mirror, her periwinkle dress playing off of my crimson red one. Draco’s necklace hung at the hollow of my chest.

We both left the fray a bit early, I had to meet Draco and she had to meet Krum. Just as he had promised, Draco met me outside the Common Room, looking nervous and very handsome. His suit was well tailored, the stark black and white playing off another.

“Wow,” He breathed out, making me look down, blushing the color of my dress.

“My mother does have a dramatic flair, doesn’t she?” I asked, running my fingers through the layers of tulle and speckled diamonds that danced in the candlelight.

“I don’t think she has anything to do with how breathtaking you look right now,” Draco offered his hand.

I took it, taking careful graceful steps in the heels that my mother also sent me.

“You look quite handsome as well,” I complimented. “Quite a change from school uniforms is it not?”

“One that I rather enjoy,” He smiled as I held onto him, descending the stairs toward the Great Hall entrance.

Everyone in the hall stopped with the sight of us, gawking. A hush fell over the crowd as we entered the mass of students, all dressed for the occasion, all gaping—or glaring—at the two of us. I tried to not let it bother me, but I couldn’t quite let it go.

“People are staring,” I whispered.

“Y/n I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in a mirror, you are more than worth staring at.”

I looked down, suddenly very focused on not tripping. When the Great Hall doors were opened, I caught sight of Harry and Ron with their dates, the Patil twins, and gave him a small wave as we were ushered out into the lawn.

It was captivating, the sight of it all. I leaned against Draco, marveling at the fairy lights and enchantment of it all. The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.

“Like a fairy tale,” I whispered, letting my eyes wander.

“Shall we then,” Draco asked, leading me to one of the front tables where my—our friends were sitting.

“If he’s the Slytherin Prince then no doubt tonight you’re the Gryffindor Princess,” Fred muttered in my ear.

I let out a small laugh and looked to Draco, who raised an eyebrow in question, but I shrugged and shook my head, taking his hand in mine. With the Triwizard champions having sat and Dumbledore beginning the feast, the Hall was filled with talking and laughter and merriment.

It was comforting, watching it all. Draco fit in with the crowed around us and Hermione and Viktor were having what seemed like the best time at one of the head tables. I was happy for her; she finally was seen on the outside who she was on the inside.

Dinner had come and passed and with a wave of his wand, Dumbledore transformed the Great Hall into a dance floor. Anxiety fluttered in my chest at the thought that I would have to dance in front of people soon.

“I can hear you worrying,” Draco murmured softly, as he stood behind me his hands at my waist.

“I have to dance,” I fretted. “I’m going barefoot, I hope you know that,”

He chuckled and nodded, whether in acknowledgement or permission, I wasn’t sure. Soon other couples began to join the champions. I broke from Draco’s hold and discarded my heels under a nearby table. When I went back, I couldn’t find Draco. My eyes scanned the crowd until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Relaxing I turned and saw gentle blue eyes.

“May I have this dance?” Draco bowed slightly, offering his hand out again.

“You may,” I grinned and took it as he led me to the dance floor.

“I won’t let you fall,” He promised in a soft voice as we fell into a familiar pattern, learned only the night before.

The world faded around us as he guided me on the dance floor. My eyes never left his and a smile never left either of our faces. It was our own little world as we waltzed across the floor.

The moment held another sort of magic, one where we didn’t have to do anything but fall into step with another and dance upon the notes left by the music around us.

“Ready?” He whispered and I nodded.

Gently, as the music ended, he dipped me, father than before, but I wasn’t afraid.

He wasn’t going to let me fall.

Part 12?

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My Best Friend’s Wedding

Billy Hargrove x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader (One Sided), Robin Buckley x OC

Word Count: 7,363

Warnings: Crying, heartbreak, true love!!!!!

Author’s Note: Um...hi. So, I’m back. It’s been awhile. How are you? I’m okay, little nervous to post since my last story flopped really badly, but again I’m confident in this one and that you’ll like this story. I sure do! As always, leave some comments if you like it and criticism if you don’t I like both! I love hearing what you think!

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Steve Harrington was getting married. What a douchebag thing to do. Marrying the first girl to say that she loved him. You’d been doing that for twenty-one years. And he decided to marry a girl that he hadn’t even introduced to you yet. You’d been his best friend since birth. You couldn’t believe it.

He told you on your winter break. Both of you had only been home for a few days. Steve had gone to Gary to train at their police academy and you’d gone to Indianapolis for college. You both returned home for winter break. You were hoping to enjoy a couple weeks back with your best friend. You’d planned your whole break around it. But you couldn’t even get him to leave the house for ten minutes the first week home. You hadn’t met her yet, but you’d heard her voice when you called. Steve said her name was Cathy. She sounded like she was fifteen. She literally answered the phone by saying ‘yellow?’ like a damn character in Valley Girl. What a fucking joke.

To say you were jealous was an understatement. Steve was your guy. Your best friend. Your one true love. He didn’t know that part yet, but it was obvious. You had the chemistry, you had the mutual attraction, and you had the spark, that bit of electricity Steve had been in search of since you were thirteen. You were it. But there Steve was with Cathy. He brought her to dinner. She was a freshman at Ivy Tech. She was studying nursing. She had mousy brown hair and high cheekbones. She looked like Nancy Wheeler, but with a sweeter, easier going personality. She didn’t know that Steve pissed his pants after seeing Poltergeist. She was everything Steve thought he wanted. He’d be bored of her in five years.

You pouted through that dinner and the rest of the break. Steve barely paid you any mind, he was too busy flashing his hot new soon to be trophy wife around. Her round cut diamond ring on its ugly notched yellow gold band flashing in the sunlight on her pale, milky skin making your blood boil. You just knew he bought her a new ring, his grandmother’s engagement ring was much smaller and classier than what she had on. She made him buy her a new ring. God, what a fucking bitch.

You went back to Indianapolis enraged. You flew through the small towns in your crappy car to get back home. Your roommate, Robin, made it back to your tiny apartment before you did, which meant that Billy Hargrove had his feet up on your coffee table. You let out a beleaguered sigh when you saw the soles of his dirty white tube socks waving to you from atop your psychology textbooks.

“Hargrove, feet off the books. They cost more than you do.” You groaned, dropping your army style duffle bag by your door. Billy chuckled, doing as you asked. You felt his eyes run over you, which you didn’t entirely get the point of. You looked the same, although slightly greasier from your long drive home.

“You don’t know my rates, kid.” He replied, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes, waving a polite hello to Robin, who was watching the scene with a bemused look from the kitchen. You headed to your bedroom without another word, hoping for solace in the solitude of your private space. You felt like dying the second your knees hit the mattress. He was leaving you. He was leaving you for a boring brunette named Cathy. He was leaving you for someone who didn’t even laugh at his jokes. The love of your life was marrying someone else. It hit you like running full force into a brick wall. Your brain felt like it was shaking in your skull, your nose crushed into your face as tears began to carve burning streams down your face and your nose turned red and stuffy. You were very aware of the fact that people were in your apartment, that if Robin was home then she’d call Beth and the three of them would probably spark up and would coming knocking on your door soon. But in that moment, you needed to cry. You needed to let go of every ill feeling that had been clogging your chest since Steve had told you of his plan.

You didn’t know how long you’d been in there for, your only sense of time being the markers of when the stereo turned on and off. When you heard a knock on your door, you didn’t move. Whoever was on the other side would just invite themselves in anyway.

“Hey, we’re going to get some food, you coming or-” Billy’s sentence came to an abrupt end when you lifted your face from the pillow, mascara streaking your cheeks. “Oh shit.” He shut the door fast. You both heard Robin yelling from behind the door for him to hurry up, but neither of you moved. Billy didn’t seem quite sure of himself, as if he didn’t know what to do now that he’d closed the door.

“I’m good, go on Hargrove.” You sighed, wiping hard at your damp and warm skin.

Billy didn’t move. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked quietly.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” you bit back bitterly. You wished he would leave you be. Billy was the last person you wanted to see you cry, much less to be there to comfort you. He wasn’t your damn friend, you hardly knew him. He was just the guy who hung out in your living room and ate your food. He was Robin’s friend, not yours.

“What happened?” he asked, venturing closer to you.

You let out a sigh. Well, at least he wouldn’t tell Steve about this. “Harrington’s getting married.” You replied, your voice cracking. You needed a drink of water or something, crying had truly drained you.

“Isn’t he your age? You can barely drink.” He scoffed. It was almost refreshing. He seemed to not believe it as much as you did.

“Yeah, he is and he’s marrying a near stranger. They’ve only been together like eight months.” Your mouth turned up in a nauseated scowl. Billy watched your lips as they curled up in disgust. He smirked, trying to hold back a bubble of laughter. You looked so genuinely turned off by the thought, it was funny.

“So he’s an idiot. Why cry over him?” Billy asked, sitting down carefully on your bed. You pulled your legs up to your knees, wrapping your arms around them, tucking your chin behind them.

“Because he’s my idiot…” you muttered softly. Billy raised an eyebrow, egging you on. “I love him. I’ve loved him since I was ten years old…”

“Damn…” Billy breathed out.

“I know…” you replied, wiping your eyes on your long grey sleeves.

“You have awful taste.” He said. You gasped, throwing a pillow at his head. It hit with a smack, sending him falling back a bit, his big callused hands sliding back to support himself. You burst out laughing as it hit, you usually had pretty bad aim so you were shocked when it hit. You clasped a hand over your mouth, your eyes crinkling as you tried to hide your glee. Billy rolled his eyes, but his infamous smirk pulled at his lips.

“You don’t know Steve like I do!” you giggled, dodging the pillow as it came back at your head.

“And you don’t know him like I do.” Billy replied. He didn’t actually aim the pillow near your head, he knew he’d hit you square in the head and he didn’t want to hurt you. Your bedroom door flew open and Robin stood in the doorway, adjusting her leather jacket around her shoulders, the hood of her bright red hoodie poking out of the back and over the collar.

“Nerds are you coming with or are you having a sleepover? Beth and I are starving.” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest with a stern expression. You could see Beth pulling up her long brown hair behind Robin, her emerald green fitted coat buttoned up as high as it would go and her burgundy scarf tucked into it. The weather must have turned on them, the temperature dropping again.

“Geez, yeah gimme a second.” You grabbed your lavender coloured cardigan from its place on the bed next to you and pulling it around yourself as you climbed out of bed. Billy followed behind you, shrugging as Robin raised an eyebrow at him.

From that point on, Billy became your wedding confidant. As the date was set and began to loom closer and closer, he stood by you, listening to you rant about Cathy and Steve and their fucking bliss. You were going to be a bridesmaid, Cathy asked you since Steve’s mother wouldn’t let him make you a groomsman. They were having a June wedding. It was going to happen in Carmel, in the same hall his parents had gotten married in. Steve’s parents were paying for everything, including your awful magenta taffeta nightmare. Billy listened to everything you could come up with, every awful insult you’ve come up with for Cathy. He watched you laugh, you cry, you scream at the sky. For the first time in knowing you, he genuinely felt for you.

In March, you got your invitation to the wedding, along with a note from Cathy. Apparently, all her other bridesmaids had dates and that you should bring a date too, so you wouldn’t be awkward. You wanted to strangle the girl. Billy was sitting on your couch when you walked into your apartment, dropping your heavy book bag on the floor, invitation still held in hand and mouth agape.

“Hey, what’s up?” Billy asked, flicking his gaze away from the magazine in his hands.

You looked up briefly “Shouldn’t you be in class?” Billy was in trade school. He was supposed to be learning to be an electrician. Instead, he had his dirty feet on your coffee table.

“I don’t feel ready yet. What’s that?” he pointed to the eggshell coloured expensive paper in your hands.

“Oh, just my invitation to the Harrington-Bray wedding and a lovely note from the bride herself.” You smirked, kicking off your tennis shoes before joining Billy on the couch. He immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“What’s she bugging you about now?” he asked, unable to hide the small, satisfied grin that pulled at his lips as you snuggled into him. He was glad that your attention was still on the invitation.

Yeah, he was utterly fucked over you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it to himself. He would never admit it to anyone else, but he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t have feelings for you. He did. Sometime between finding you crying in your bedroom and now, he’d fallen head over feet into a pit of mushy gushy feelings that he hadn’t had to tackle before and he couldn’t escape. Before you, women fell into about three categories: old ladies in charge, women he could fuck, and women he wouldn’t fuck. But you didn’t fit into any category. Well, I mean you fit very neatly into the women he’d fuck category, but you were more than that. He wanted to make you happy, to help you when you’re upset and to harm anyone who hurt you, and to protect you from harm’s way. You felt precious and special to him, something he didn’t quite know how to tackle. So, he ignored it. He hoped you couldn’t feel the way his heart pounded in his chest as he looked over the invitation you held loosely in your right hand.

“Well, Cathy has informed me that all her other bridesmaids have dates and that, to not stand out, I should bring one too. Because wouldn’t it be fucking loopy if I didn’t have a damn date.” You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

Billy paused for a moment. Then, squeezing his eyes shut, he took a risk, his first in months. “I’ll go with you if you need a date.” He said.

You furrowed your brow “Why would you want to go? You hate Steve.” You asked.

“Well, for one thing watching Harrington make the biggest mistake of his life in a monkey suit will be pretty funny.” He said, earning a smack in the chest from you. “And for another, I want to help you out. You need a date, I’m there.”

You picked up your invitation, looking it over sceptically. “Are you sure? I mean it’s in the beginning of June, I don’t want to drag you away from your finals or anything, I don’t know when you’re done school for the year…”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal, my exams are in a couple weeks anyway.” Billy replied with a shrug. Even if his finals were during that week, he would’ve skipped them to go with you. He wanted, no he needed to be there with you. He didn’t give two shits about Harrington, he could make mistakes whenever, but he had to be there to hold your hand when you needed him to.

“You’re gonna have to wear a monkey suit too you know.” You said with a small smirk.

“Its fine, I think mine still fits from my dad’s funeral.” He replied. You sat up, pulling a pen from the spirals of one of your forgotten notebooks and checked off the ‘plus one’ option on your invitation.

“Chicken or Steak?” you asked, checking off the chicken option for yourself. ��Oh and also? You can’t laugh at me in my dumb dress. I got sent pictures of it and it’s bad. It’s really bad.”

“Steak and I won’t. I’ll be too busy laughing at everything else.” He chuckled, earning another smack in the chest from you before you checked off the plus one card Cathy’s expensive invitations had provided.

For the next two months, you did everything you could to ignore Cathy’s calls. She invited you to the bridal shower and the bachelorette party, both of which you refused with the same excuse. Steve called you twice to bitch you out. The third time he called to complain, you actually fought back.

“Y/N, can you please try with Cathy? She’s trying to be nice.” Steve groaned. You were sat on the couch, having forced Robin to turn down the radio so you could actually hear Steve on the other end. She and Beth were just making out anyway; they didn’t need to have it up so loud anyway. Hearing Debbie Gibson on top volume didn’t make anything more romantic.

“I am trying; I’m in her bridal party aren’t I? I’m coming up three days before the wedding to help her get ready. Isn’t that enough?” you tried, twirling the phone cord around your fingers.

“She was really upset that you didn’t come up for her bridal shower or her Bachelorette party.” Steve replied.

“I had exams during her bridal shower and I couldn’t afford to take the time off work for the party. I’m not rich like your families are Steve. I have rent to pay and classes to pass. If I fail, I don’t have a soft place to land like you do Steve.” That wasn’t exactly the kindest thing to say in the moment, but you were tired of this conversation. You felt like you’d been having it for weeks.

“That’s not fair, Y/N, you know that’s not how my life is.” Steve said.

“Oh really? Then why are your parents paying for your whole wedding? Why is your dad holding a job for you at his company? Why is Cathy already invited to the country club with full membership? Why does she spend her breaks at her family’s ski lodge in Aspen? Steve, you’re not as put upon as you like to act. I’m doing everything in my power to be there for you and Cathy, but my life and experiences are different than yours.”

Steve hung up without a reply, effectively ending the conversation there. You hung up the phone with a slam, crossing your arms over your chest. What a fucking jerk! He didn’t have the right to treat you like shit, especially over damn Cathy. You’d been his best friend for over a decade and you’d been trumped by a little skinny Minnie with no tits. A rich bitch with a collection of tennis skirts and preppy pastel blazers to rival Princess Diana herself. She wasn’t supposed to be his best friend, his choice for the rest of his life. That was supposed to be your job. You were supposed to be the person who made him happy, not some country clubber. And yet your place was glowing in the horizon. Behind the holy Cathy, your spotlight dimmed and left behind to wail your song alone under the ghost light. Except your song was bursting from your broken heart.

You wouldn’t stand for being left behind for some bitch named Cathy.

There was only thing to do. It was something you were avoiding doing since you were twelve years old.

Billy came to pick you up for the long journey to Carmel even though he didn’t have to be there until the sixth. You both refused to stay in Hawkins, too many bad memories there. He was staying in the same hotel as you. You were going a couple days early for your dress fitting and to tote Cathy around. But that wasn’t the reason you were nervous sitting in Billy’s leather seats. You had to find Steve once you got there.

Of course, Billy was nervous too. This trip was going to end in heartbreak. You were going to watch the love of your life marry someone else. And Billy was going to watch you cry knowing that he would never hurt you like this. He would sit there and try to not let it show how much it hurt to watch you be in pain. The ride to Hawkins was tense and silent, safe for Billy’s static filled radio switching between talk radio and the hits of the day, depending on what frequency it picked up. Neither of you try to fix it. You both were too anxious to bother.

When you arrived in Carmel, Mrs. Harrington and sweet little Cathy were at your hotel. You were whisked off to your fitting and then lunch in Carmel. You left Billy in the dust that day, forced to grapple with the town that tried to kill him twice and almost succeeded. He spent the day in his hotel room and you spent your day trying to get to Steve.

Day two was a free day, safe for the rehearsal dinner that night, beginning at the church. You were told implicitly to bring your date to the dinner, as Cathy had laid out a spot for you both at the wedding table. There you met her three other bridesmaids, her sister Jessica, her cousin Ellen, and her best friend Kelly. All three of them looked nearly identical, with matching shoulder length hair cuts and pristine white pleated tennis skirts. All their boyfriends looked the same too, with their pastel polos and white padded blazers. They all shook Billy’s hand as if it was dirty. The girls looked at the pair of you like you were white trash.

You didn’t find Steve first, Billy did. The meeting didn’t exactly go well. You’d gone to the bathroom and when you returned Billy and Steve were staring each other down with the same intensity that they did in high school. You parted them quickly, smiling at Steve sympathetically.

“What is he doing here, Y/N?” Steve asked through gritted teeth.

“He’s my date, Steve, he’s a friend of mine.” You replied simply, pushing Billy away as he tried to come back into the situation. Steve scoffed loudly, but turned away without another word. You turned to Billy quickly. “What the hell was that, dude?”

“I just came over to say hello and he got in my face!” Billy cried, pointing at his back as Steve stalked away.

“Can you just keep your chill for a day? Please? For me?” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently.

Billy’s expression softened instantly and he nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll try.” He said.

“Thank you,” you said “I’m going to try to talk to Steve, hang tight okay?”

Billy nodded and you headed towards where you saw Steve go. He had headed out the main entrance, to where Cathy would be sent when they were ready to begin the rehearsal. You wiped your sweating palms on your royal blue skirt. You took in a deep breath through your nose and pushed open the heavy wooden doors, to find Steve Harrington practically ripping out his hair.

“Steve?” you asked quietly. He turned to look at you, his expression not changing when he saw you.

“You couldn’t have brought anyone else, could you?” he bit out, pulling his hands through his hair one more time before crossing his arms over his chest.

“He asked, I agreed. He’s not the same guy he was here.” You replied, adjusting your purse strap.

“Bullshit,” he chuckled coldly “He’s still the same douche he was a couple years ago. Nobody changes that much.”

“You did.” Steve went to retort you, but closed his mouth without speaking a word. You pressed on “Robin trusts him, they’re pretty much best friends, and I trust him. He’s been really good to me these past few months. Been my friend while my best friend was missing in action.”

Steve was silent for a moment. “I’ve been busy, Y/N, I had to help plan a wedding.” He muttered.

“And I’m supposed to be my best friend. That doesn’t change when you get a girlfriend. You promised me that, remember? After Wheeler that was our deal. And you broke that with her.” You replied.

“Don’t call Cathy ‘her’. She’s not just some girl.” Steve snapped.

“Why didn’t you introduce me before you got engaged? You had the time, it wasn’t like you just met her. I didn’t even know that you were even seeing anyone seriously.” You replied, matching his tone.

“Because, sometimes a man likes to have his secrets! What, Hargrove over there not keeping anything from you?” Steve cried. The large church doors opened again and revealed Cathy, shuffling in her Mary-Jane’s with a shy expression.

“Honey?” she asked, drawing Steve’s attention and softening his expression instantly “We’re ready to start if you are.”

“Just, give me one second, okay sweetie?” he said, his tone softer and kinder with her. He turned to you with a less than kind expression, nodding for you to head to your group. When you didn’t move, he spoke “You should go with Cathy, go learn your job.”

You left without a word. The rest of the rehearsal went by in a blur. You were put second in line to enter the church, supposedly and were given the role of train fixer before Cathy walked into the church. You were given specific instructions on how to hold your bouquet of yellow roses and baby’s breath in front of you. You went through the walk in and then listened to the pair go over the ceremony with the pastor in charge of marrying them. Supposedly they’d written their own vows. You looked to Billy, who looked utterly bored with the other boyfriends. When the rehearsal ended, you were all told to join the Harrington’s at their home for dinner.

Steve grabbed your arm as you were leaving the church. You hung back without a word as he told Cathy to go on without him. “Look,” he began once his fiancé had passed “I’m sorry I got mad at you. I was out of line. I was just surprised when I saw you and Hargrove together. It weirded me out. But I’m okay now.”

“Look, it’s whatever, you don’t like him and that’s fine. I’m a bit tired, will you apologize to your mom to me? I’m gonna bail on the dinner.” You replied with a small shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was seventy-five degrees outside but you were freezing.

“Are you sure? I don’t think it will be a big deal…” Steve said, his warm hands coming to your bare shoulder, warming your skin and melting your heart.

“Nah,” you chuckled “Besides, you don’t really want Hargrove in your house anyway, right? Just tell your mom we went home.”

Steve laughed “That’s fair,” he released your arm “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Duh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You elbowed him in the arm before heading off. Billy was watching from the sidewalk, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes trained on the ground. You ran up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Let’s blow this pop stand.” You said with a cheeky grin.

“Where’re we going, princess?” he smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. He usually wouldn’t do that, but then again you didn’t usually wrap yourself around him in public. He took the chance on you pulling away for a moment to hold you.

“Benny’s? If it’s still open, I guess.” You replied. The idea of Benny’s not being open anymore hit you like a truck. How much had Hawkins changed since you left?

Evidently, not that much. The Harrington’s still lived on Pine Street and Benny’s was still open, its owner having been dead for almost seven years. You found yourself in its yellowed dining room, eating greasy burgers and fries while discussing the old days here. You weren’t friends with Billy in high school and you hardly paid him much mind, so all his stories were fresh to you. He told you all about his whoring days and his wild child moments. How he broke into the library to screw around with Diana Krass and denied breaking a window when the police came around. He was the reason the library got security cameras. You nearly died when he told you about catching Melissa Rankers and Caroline Spears writing out someone’s phone number in the boy’s locker room. A ‘For a good time call’ situation. You made him laugh his ass of when you told him it was yours and all the crazy calls you got that year from desperate boys looking for phone sex. He couldn’t top your story about how Tommy Hanson called you after his breakup with Carol and would not believe that you weren’t a phone sex operator. The fact that you knew what his sex noises were disturbed you both. You spent your evening laughing and joking with Billy.

It felt like you were hanging out with Steve. But different. You closed down Benny’s and drove around till almost five in the morning. You barely made it to bed.

You were woken up at ten by your hotel room phone ringing off the hook. Mrs. Harrington, Cathy, Ellen, Jessica, and Kelly were all here in room two thirteen. You had to join them to start getting ready. Apparently, there were mimosas. The call made you feel more exhausted than you felt when you woke up. But you went, grabbing your makeup and the robe the hotel provided, padding over to their room.

The group was rowdy. You were introduced to Cathy’s mother, who hugged you like she meant it. She seemed to have already indulged in a few mimosas before you’d even arrived. You spent your morning mostly drinking and waiting around. They only had one makeup artist and one hair stylist who were styling everyone and no one had decided on how you should look. You ended up looking like a clown, your hair too big and blown out for your face and your makeup hair too bright. And your dress was worse in person. You’d tried it on in the shop, but in natural lighting you got the full picture. Horrid satin and taffeta all the same shade of sickly magenta, with a tulle filled a-line skirt and scratchy puff sleeves and a square neckline. This dress did nothing for your chest and hips, not that your hair and makeup was helping. You pulled a bit of baby’s breath out of your bouquet and tucked it into your up-do. Apparently, you were supposed to bring your own jewellery and hair accessories, so the bit of greenery would have to suffice. You tucked your feet into the matching heels and smoothed your skirt, looking over the other bridesmaids. Jessica looked alright in the dress, but overall all four of you looked a bit like clowns.

And then, Cathy appeared. And she looked just as bad! She seemed thoroughly disappointed, but trying to hide it with a tight lipped smile. Her dress seemed to be modeled on Princess Diana’s, with its off the shoulder cream puff sleeves and sweetheart neckline, but where on Princess Diana it looked royal on Cathy it looked cheap. Her skirt seemed a bit too big to move in and the big bow on the small of her back seemed silly. She didn’t look happy with her dress, but she simply adjusted her veil and fixed her cherry red lipstick, nodding at her reflection. Her mother appeared behind her in a bright purple sparkly number with a matching jacket, complete with shoulder pads. Her eyes were misty. Clearly, this was the most beautiful sight in the world.

Your little group headed downstairs to your town cars and you headed to the church. You hoped Billy had made it to the church on time. You hoped Robin and Beth had made it into town and that no one had stopped them or shunned them for being gay. Most of all, you hoped you could hold it together through this thing.

The ceremony took a long time to start. You contemplated going to find Steve. To tell him how you feel, to convince him to run away. But something kept you right where you stood in the church’s entrance way. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t ruin his happy day. Steve loved Cathy today. Maybe he wouldn’t tomorrow, in six months, in a year or twenty-but today he loved her. And you wanted him to be happy. So you’d shut your mouth and let him have this. But as the ceremony started and you began your walk up to him at the altar, your heart shattered. In another life, that would be you he was waiting for. But it was Cathy. You couldn’t watch them during the ceremony. You kept your eyes on Billy, who was only watching you. His steely blue eyes on yours kept you calm as tears bubbled in your eyes and emotion clogged your throat.

When it all ended, you rushed to get out of the church. Billy’s arm came around you the second he found you. He let you cry into his white dress shirt and ruin it with your makeup filled tears. He held you till your breathing evened out, then he wiped your cheeks and led you to his car.

“Did Robin make it okay?” you asked, your voice hoarse as you adjusted your skirts. Billy stood holding your door, waiting to shut you into the car. He narrowed his eyes, looking you over the same way he did when he first found you crying over Steve all those months ago.

“Is that really what you’re worried about right now?” he asked.

You smiled, your expression still watery. “No, but it’s what I’d rather think about.” You said. Billy frowned, shutting the door and walking to his own, popping it open and climbing in.

“Yeah, they made it in fine. They sat in the back and, according to Beth, they spent the whole time making fun of Cathy’s butt bow. And your dress.” He explained, turning on the engine.

“I look awful, don’t I?” you asked. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry, your mind was all over the place.

“No!” Billy corrected, looking into the rear view as he backed out of his spot before turning out of the parking lot. “You look like a beautiful Kool-Aid man.” You smacked him hard in the shoulder, gasping loudly. Billy laughed at this, looking you over. You really did look beautiful, despite the awful dress. Nothing could muffle your beauty.

“Your makeup…um…it ran a little bit. There are some tissues in the glove compartment…” he added, looking away. You flipped down the mirror to look yourself over. Your tears had carved black stripes down your cheeks, washing away your foundation and destroying your blush and eyeliner. You sighed, popping open the glove compartment and pulled out a handful of tissues, wetting them with your own spit and wiping away the makeup as best you could.

“Oh god, I look awful. I can’t believe I walked around like this.” You groaned, rubbing at the garish pink blush painted like rosacea on your cheeks. That makeup artist had something against you.

“You look fine, don’t worry about it. Cathy looked worse than you, her hair looked like it hurt.” Billy replied as you wiped away the bubblegum pink lipstick from your lips. Billy tried not to watch you and your puffy lips, focusing hard on the road ahead.

“I look better, now that I’m getting this shit off my face.” You replied, focusing on getting the shit brown eye shadow off your lids. Once you toned it down, you felt a bit better. They’d already taken all the pictures they needed outside the church, you didn’t need to keep up appearances now.

Billy pulled into the parking lot of the reception hall and let you out quickly. He offered you his hand before you walked in and you didn’t let it go until dinner was served. Throughout the couples making the rounds to the tables during cocktail hour and the speeches before the meal was served, you squeezed his hand whenever you felt yourself getting emotional, grounding yourself to him and to something safe. You made your rounds to Robin and Beth, who looked much better than you. They laughed at your little ensemble and made you do a full spin to really show off the skirt. They laughed far too hard at you, but Billy didn’t even chuckle. As soon as you were done, his arm came right back around you. Robin and Beth exchanged a look that you couldn’t quite interpret. You returned to your seat when dinner was served and sat through a nauseating round of the newlywed game while they served dessert. Billy made sure to distract you when the questions got too lovey-dovey, cracking jokes in your ear and, when in doubt, covering your ears.

But he couldn’t protect you from the first dance. As it turns out, Jessica fancied herself a singer and was tasked with performing the couple’s song. Steve and Cathy went to the dance floor as the slow piano intro to Elvis Presley’s I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You began to flow through the room. Jessica’s nasal voice took the lead vocals, crooning out the opening lines “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you…” the song was so cliché for the wedding. You tried to mock it to keep away the emotion, but it was all too much. The tears began to fall as Cathy’s head came to Steve’s shoulder.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes; something’s were meant to be…”

Billy’s hand squeezed yours. His heart was breaking, watching you try to hold back tears as Steve and Cathy danced in their own blissful bubble. As the chorus came around again, you broke away, rushing to the nearest exit. You both knew that you couldn’t take anymore. Billy followed behind you without a second’s hesitation.

He found you in the lobby, hands crushed to your face. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling your back to him. “Oh, please, leave me alone Bill. I need to be alone…” you sobbed.

“I won’t leave out here to cry alone, Y/N, you’re not alone.” He replied, holding you tighter.

“I love him, Billy…” you cried, turning in his arms to press your face into his chest “Why doesn’t he love me?”

“Because…because he’s an idiot, Y/N, any man would be lucky to have you love him.” He replied, petting your hair softly. It felt stiff from hairspray, but he didn’t care. As selfish as it was, this was the best part of his day. Having you hold him like you loved him.

“What does she have that I don’t have? I’ve been there for him his whole life. And suddenly this girl is his whole world. I’ve spent so long trying to maintain a place in his life and this girl can just show up and get a spot without question.” You muttered. That felt selfish to say, but you felt as though you earned a bit of selfish thinking.

“Because Steve lives in his own world. And we just orbit it. But you? You deserve to be someone’s whole world. You deserve to be the first person someone thinks of in the morning and the last thing they think of at night. You deserve all that cheesy shit because you’re worth it.” He said quickly, pulling you away from his chest to look you in the eye. You looked so small and vulnerable in his arms.

“Why am I always trying to love someone who doesn’t give a damn about me?” you chuckled sadly, running your hands up and down the smooth material of Billy’s suit jacket.

In this moment, Billy had a choice. He could go the easy way or the hard way. Billy chose the easy way most of the time, he coasted through life without trying very often for anything. If it didn’t come easy, then he wasn’t going to work to have it. But today, for the first time since he came back the second time, he chose the hard choice.

“Y/N, watching you moon over Harrington is the single hardest thing I have done in my life, that man is an idiot,” Billy said firmly, squeezing your waist slightly to ground himself to the moment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to burden you with all of this, I-”

“He’s an idiot for not loving you.” Billy cut you off, silencing you with a look. He looked anxious. You’d never seen him anxious before.

“He’s an idiot because you’re so easy to love. I fell in love with you two weeks after I found out about Harrington and I don’t love girls. I don’t. I didn’t think it was in my damn DNA but here you are, with your pretty eyes and your jokes and your smile and I fell for you so fast. And watching you chase after Harrington, cry over Harrington, rant and rave about that damn asshole killed me! Because he’s not worth it! Look, I don’t care if you don’t love me back, you probably don’t, but please move on from him. You deserve the world, not a stupid spot in someone else’s.”

Billy was out of breath when he finished his little speech, staring into your eyes as your tears dried and your mouth fell open.

“Your…you’re in love with me?” you asked slowly. Your mouth felt dry and arid, your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

“Yeah, shocking I know.” Billy chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to pull away from you, but you refused to let go. Your hands came up to his cheek, stroking the skin there briefly before placing a feather light kiss on his lips, tentative and slow. You were unsure of yourself, unsure if you were even in the right mind to make this kind of choice, but all your worries melted away when your lips touched. It wasn’t the fireworks Steve had been describing for your entire adolescence, it was safe and comforting. Your heart filled with joy, you worries fell away. Suddenly, without warning, you were home. You were home in his arms and you were home on his lips. You hadn’t felt at home since Steve hugged you goodbye when you made the trek to college. But home wasn’t with Steve anymore, he had his own home with Cathy now. But home could be with Billy.

He pulled away first, pushing you back by your shoulders. “You don’t have to do this, Y/N, it’s okay I understand-”

“Billy,” you silenced him instantly “I don’t kiss anyone unless I want to. I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you. Look,” you sighed, scuffing the toe of your ugly wedding shoes on the linoleum, looking up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know how I feel about anything right now, I’m not certain, but I feel safe with you. I like you. Platonically and romantically. And all I want is to feel safe with someone. So, can we try?”

Billy looked your face over, his big callused hand coming to your cheek, wiping a stray teardrop from your lower lashes. You nuzzled into the warmth of his palm. He moved his hand to under your chin, pulling your lips to his, kissing you harder and deeper than before, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush with him.

This was all he wanted. The moment he dreamed of. Thinking about you made him feel weak, like a pathetic child. But having you in his arms, it made him feel like it was okay to be weak. That he didn’t have to be strong all the time. You made him feel strong, even when he was acting weak and vulnerable. He felt secure with you. That wasn’t a luxury he took for granted.

The kiss awoke the last bit of feeling you were missing with him. Billy was golden haloed, bright like the sun and shining. He was solid and present, a lighthouse in a storm. He was your rock. You hadn’t realized that you’d been clinging to him until he almost disappeared. He didn’t know you like Steve, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

When Billy let you go, the smile that spread across your face was impossible to hide. Billy’s expression matched yours, a genuine smile from a guy who rarely did more than smirk. The look melted your heart even more, turning goo into pure liquid.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Are you sure? You don’t exactly do this every day.” You countered, smacking him in the chest lightly.

Billy rolled his eyes “Oh shut up, I’m trying here.” You smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go back in before people start asking questions. I don’t want Cathy in my business, she’s so nosey.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing it in yours.

“Oh, total Carol? I heard her and Tommy talking shit in the back about your dress. Want me to beat him up?” Billy replied, following you back into the hall.

You gasped “No!” Billy laughed loudly, shaking his head. The band had started up again and the leader asked for all the lovers in the room to join the bride and groom on the floor. “I just want to dance, alright?” Billy nodded and let you lead him onto the floor. You wrapped yourself in his arms again, placing your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat.

The day wasn’t perfect, and it certainly didn’t end the way you expected it to, but in Billy’s arms, you felt okay with how it went. You weren’t with Steve Harrington, but that wasn’t something to cry over anymore. Billy Hargrove was here to make you feel invincible again.

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ghostie2 · 3 years

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It was night, of course it was a weekend as well. Dahlia had nothing else to do but try to find things to keep her busy. Her eyes settled on the costume party invitation she received. She stood up and went to her closet. She rummaged through clothes and costumes, failed designs and ripped up suits. Then finding the outfit she was looking for.

She figured it was not too obvious that she was the real Lady Deadpool. She then looked around. A mask was the last thing she needed. She just had to find her red masquerade mask.

Soon enough she was at the party. Leaning against a wall. Her purple eyes scanning the crowd. They landed on someone in a Spidey costume. He looked way too real to be a fake. And he was talking to a girl in the same costume as Dahlia, the girl having red hair.

Did he think that the girl was her? The proportions were way off, not to mention he’s seen glimpses of her honey golden hair. Very obviously not red. Was she.. jealous? She shook her head. Dahlia wasn’t supposed to be jealous over a high school crush talking to another girl. She was a top class government agent, if she lost her cool when seeing her crush talking to another girl, it wouldn’t be good.

Dahlia took a flask from her top. Untwisting the top and taking a long drink. It took a lot to get the girl drunk, as she was constantly regenerating cells. If he did know she was here he would surely come take the flask and tell her she can’t be drinking because she’s underage. Then the girl would follow. Maybe Dahlia wanted that to happen. She didn’t know what she wanted much anymore. She wanted Spiderman to talk to her and only her, but it was cruel to ask someone to cut everyone out for someone they don’t know past the masks.

Her eyes scanned the room again. Trying to avoid watching Spidey and the girl. When a man grabbed her arm. She flicked a knife from under her skirt and put it up to defend herself.

Dahlia sighed. Shaking her head. “Spidey, do you ever learn not to do that?” She sheathed the blade back to the strap on her upper thigh.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked simply, “also you’re drinking... and I don’t recall you being 21.”

Dahlia watched him. Then looked away. “I was invited. And I was bored... seems like you’re having fun.” She motioned to the girl, already walking over to see what the two were doing.

“Spidey~” the girl fake whined, “I don’t think she should be in such inappropriate clothing!”

“Inappropriate?... you’re in the same costume I’m in..”

Spidey panicked a bit. Deadpool wasn’t the type you could order around, “Amber, she has the right to wear whatever she wants. It’s not like you’re in anything better.. it just actually fits her.”

Amber stomped her foot, “Spidey! That means she’s not supposed to wear-“

“You do know I could gut you and not be found guilty of anything. Not only that but your precious Spidey wouldn’t do anything. He’d stand there and watch...” Dahlia smirked. Perhaps her homicidal tendencies were going to make an appearance.

#deadpool #my art #roleplay #spideypool #rp #1x1 rp #open rp #literate rp #mcu rp #traditional art #oc art #oc #character story #story #short story #story prompt #spider man

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neighborhood-merc · 5 years

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It is I, and I am back with more a new list of fanfics for this wonderful ship called SpideyPool.

Listen, I don’t know why I’m doing this as well (maybe because I fuckin love these boys and want to share my fave fanfics of their ship to everyone...or whatever) but here we are. [ Here are Part 1, 3 btw! ]

Same shit applies:

The themes of the stories on this list varies, I’m either into something heart-warming, fluffy, domestic that sort of stuff or into some really really heavy and dark messed up ones. It always depends on the mood am I right? *wink wink*

It’s always gonna be smutty though lol

As long as it’s tastefully written, whatever kinky shit, I can be into it, I don’t judge the writer. With that being said if I add something straight up messed up here now/or in the future, don’t judge too, just mind the tags of the fic, for your own discretion if anything.

this list should be Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - Spiderman/Deadpool pairing only. I kinda like my babies greedy/possessive for/of each other.

I don’t care who tops or bottoms. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summaries are taken directly from the fanfic’s summary.

Read the tags first!

Wolves [ Update: Sadly, the fic has been deleted :( ] (This is WIP, but I swear it’s so fucking good you should read it. It’s a Prison AU, and the writing is sublime) Peter is falsely accused and sent to jail, where he meets the violent ex-mercenary, Wade.

Don't Forget To Check Your Calendar! Peter REALLY should remember to check his calendar or Peter forgets that he has a heat coming up, and in doing so causes several sticky situations to occur (thank god for Tony's NDA's).

Communication Error “Have you seriously been doing this bit for a year now?” “Bit… what bit?” Wade looked at him, confused. “This,” Peter waved his hand, “the 'we’re dating' bit.” There was a pause, and then suddenly, it was like Wade’s whole body imploded. His shoulders sunk and his head dropped and suddenly Peter knew he’d made a huge mistake. “Hahaha, yeah, the dating bit.” He held up the wine. “One year of one really bad, horrible joke.”

Night Off Wade is taking the night off when a certain Spider calls for help.

The Great Florist, Wade Wilson (this ones got a Sequel) Deadpool has found the apartment belonging to Spiderman. Or Peter Parker, if the name on the door is anything to go by. Now some people might use this information of said secret identity wrongly. Normally Wade would have been one of them. But this is different. This is Spider-Parker, I-mean, Peter-man, I-mean, fuck. Now Deadpool just have to figure out exactly what he is gonna do with this information. Which is quite simple really. He's going to leave Spidey flowers and win his heart this way or the one, where Deadpool spams Spiderman with flowers, and Spiderman has no idea what's going on

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme (This belongs to the series “A Spider in the Pool”) It is absolutely fucking good, I recommend you read them. Do read the warnings though yeah?) Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

Help Me, Peter Parker, You’re My Only Hope! “I need your help,” Wade admitted. “And why would I help you?” Peter asked with an amused chuckle. “Because, um, I asked you? Isn’t it what you do? Help people who ask for it?”

Damage Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

I'm Serious Wade wants Peter to top. But he really, really doesn't know how to ask.

Shake it out (this series is a good boi)

Sick Days "Wade." "Mr. Rogers." They stared at each other, one calm and silent in his fury while the other looked like a deer about to be pummeled by an eighteen-wheeler. "I'm sure you have a reason for being in my son's bed without a shirt on?"

Love Me Dead Peter tries to tell Wade his feelings. It's kind of a train-wreck.

Disgusting -Spideypool (5+1) This is a Wade Centric fic containing topics of mental health struggles and self image. Nothing too graphic but still.

Flip the Safety They both get a little carried away when they fight, but this time Wade grins over his gun and the worst part is that Peter knows he doesn’t plan on shooting him.

Do It Yourself “I bet you’re flexible enough to suck your own dick.” Wade plants that thought in Peter's head and he can't help where curiosity leads him.

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets (WADE YOU LITTLE SHIT LOL) what's your opinion on eating ass? just looking for a yes or noThat's the text Peter gets when he's in a meeting with Anna Maria, trying his hardest to get back to running a company a few months after an unexpected trip to the underworld.

Act your age (not your shoe size) “Wanna go grab some grub? I have it on good authority there's some qual-a-tee Mexican around here.”Peter’s mouth drops open. “Uh, you always invite guys you just met out for lunch?” Deadpool laughs and leans forward. The words are muffled when he says, “Only the ones I meet in movie theaters.”

That's the power of love (cute af fic) “Yeah, so, about that. Nice to meet ya, I’m Wade Wilson but def not your Wade Wilson although I gotta say, I’m jealous of the asshole.”

Baby, i’d victoria your secret anytime (another good boy) Peter’s known Wade for a while now, so he can maybe see how this makes sense -- like, maybe Wade has a thing about going commando and just happened to have an old girlfriend’s panties lying around, one thing led to another…but…“And the bra?” Peter croaks.

It's The Alcohol Talking It wasn't every day that Wade came across a drunk-off-his-ass Spider-man.

Marco (this is fuckin’ hurt ok???) Spidey was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Took no time with the fall (Part One of “wasn’t looking for this” series) When the Avengers had briefed him on Deadpool, they played up the Kills People for Money and Has No Real Morals angle and left out the Is Pretty Damn Funny and Charming in a Weird, Terrifying Sort of Way part.Or, five times they meet on rooftops plus one time they take it to the streets*

Now you're in my way (Part Two of “wasn’t looking for this” series) Wade's been with the Avengers for four months. The two of them have been together for five.Their relationship consists of taco-based dates, a ton of sex, and, well, Avenging.

The Stalking of Wade Wilson "It’s around this point that a niggling thread of thought worms its way into his head when he’s not paying attention, one that gently suggests that Wade might be slightly less of a bad guy than Peter previously thought."

Seeing the real you (it's not what I imagined) "The fuck,“ Deadpool said slowly. He was staring at him in a way that made Peter feel decidedly uncomfortable, and this was saying something, considering Deadpool had a habit of leering at him at the most inappropriate times. "Are you kidding me?" he eventually gasped. "How OLD are you? Twelve?“

I'll Always Protect You Anonymous said: If anyone is up for it I have a rescue prompt idea where Peter (he is not in his spiderman suit) is taken as a hostage with a gun to the head along with a few other civilians. Peter is warning the criminals to let everyone go otherwise his fiance,Wade, will kill them all. They mock him and beat him up. Then a furious Deadpool saves Peter by the most badass way possible. Also I would love if someone write how unnervingly skilled Wade is as a mercenary. Please? Anyone?

Your ass is mine Spidey takes a toilet break while on patrol. He wasn't expecting Wade to join him.

When I'm Inside You Spiders are hard to catch. When Deadpool manages to pin one down on an NYC rooftop, he thinks he deserves a prize.

Daddy It had started as a joke, which was conveniently how most of these things always happened.

Any Means Necessary Anonymous said: Abo au where Peter is a young mutant who both displayed his heat early before his adolscent stage and spidey powers that went out of haywire the moment his heat started, leaving him to thrash around the city, running away from his family. Wade Wilson, an alpha, who happens to be a professional mercenary for hire, is now paid to catch this mutant, and try and calm him down by “any means necessary” because Peter, even as an omega is swrecking havoc amongst the city. [ 1/2 ] Of course, Wade takes those words seriously, and decides to just do that solution by first, capturing and drugging the young omega, and then, placing him in what could be described as a special and adjustable breeding stand in Wade’s attempts to calm Peter down. [ 2/2 ]

One Fear (Two Fear), Red Rear (Pink Rear) (Note: Now this is where “read the tags first” is applicable af. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you dude) Anonymous said: Hello, another one for you: Deadpool adopts MCU Spidey and treats him like his actual child. That is until Peter starts growing up more and Wade can't help but feel attracted to him. At around age 15, Peter starts actively trying to seduce Wade. Wade resists, but in the end gives in. My kingdom for hardcore daddy kink, Sub!Peter, Wade calling him a good boy/baby boy.

Wo Rauch Ist (this fic is fucking gold) "Someone needs to write a ‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ AU"

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loserholland · 5 years

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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing ➺ College!Peter Parker x College!Reader

Warning ➺ light smut

Word Count ➺ 1,764

Summary ➺ College isn’t college without going to a college party, and who knew 18 year old’s still play seven minutes in heaven?

A/N ➺ My request are open! They will be open till July 14 <3

Request ➺ Would you write Peter goes to his first college party and ends up eating y/n out in the closet during 7 mins in heaven?- anonbabe <3

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @taronxfiction @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou @babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @iloveyou3000morgan @random-things-i-love@caro0512

☞ Masterlist ☜

(Y/N) banged on Peter’s dorm, let’s just say it’s been one hell of a long week. Her boyfriend of one and a half years had just broken up with her to get back with his ex, and it’s been a long dreadful week full of endless amounts of homework. She headed over to Peter’s to drag him to his first ever college party. She’s been to many at this point and since Peter hasn’t been to one why not take him as your plus one?

Peter tossed and turn ignoring whoever was at the door, it’s been a long week full of test and late night crime fighting. (Y/N) rolled her eyes continuing to knock continuously “Peter!” she shouted smiling at the student’s who glared at her for causing such a ruckus.

Oh it was (Y/N), he slowly got out of bed unlocking the door opening it slightly then fell back onto his bed. (Y/N) shut the door behind her before joining Peter in bed, she poked at his side “Peter.” nothing.

She continued to poke at his side and mumbled “Peter.” after every other poke she sighed tugging the blanket off his head and moved to straddle his lap pinning his arms above his head.

“You have my attention, now why are you here?” Peter groaned looking up at (Y/N) who wore a smile of victory as she released the pressure on his arms.

“Well, you still haven’t been to a college party right?” (Y/N) questioned as she was still straddling Peter’s lap, he leaned up on his elbows raising his brows at her question.

“Tonight I’m popping your cherry! Well, your college party cherry.” Peter switched their places allowing himself to get off the bed and head towards the bathroom.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes moving to sit on the edge of the bed, “Please Pete? You can take a break from spidey duties tonight!” Peter walked out of the bathroom grabbing a shirt from his drawers.

“Who’s party is it?”

“Vivian’s boyfriend frat party.” she mumbled knowing Peter would catch on that her ex would be there due to being in the same frat as Vivian’s boyfriend.

“Who?”

She sighed looking up at Peter, “It’s Ryan’s frat party. Vivian invited me and said I could bring a plus one!” Peter knew Alex going to be there, he wanted to beat the guy to a pulp when he found out what he did to (Y/N).

If he let her, he would treat her right.

“You could be my personal spidey-guard!” Peter rolled his eyes mumbling “Fine, I’ll go.” (Y/N) jumped to her feet and rushed to hug Peter

“Okay, so pick me up at eight sharp! See you then spidey.”

Peter knocked softly against (Y/N) dorm, shifting form one feet to the other looking down at his casual outfit, black shorts with a plain white tee under his red hoodie. To tie in the look his wore his glasses.

(Y/N) opened the door smiling with glee, he came. He didn’t flake, he actually came. She looked at herself once more, a simple plaid skirt with a black top and vans.

“Let’s go spidey!”

Ever since she found out during their freshmen year of high school that Peter was spider-man, she had found spidey as a good nickname for him. Peter on the other hand didn’t like that nickname but still allowed (Y/N) to call him ‘spidey’.

The two entered the house, it was dark and dimly lit by neon signs and glow sticks. The music was beyond loud, you could feel the bass in your chest even before entering the house.

(Y/N) looked up to see Vivian she waved at her briefly before dragging Peter to the kitchen, to grab them something to drink. As usual the house was filled with many bodies grinding against one another, other’s were shoving their tongue down one another throats.

“Finally.” Peter heard (Y/N) mumble once they made it to the kitchen, she grabbed two red solo cups and filled it with vodka and sprite. Once she handed Peter his drink and excused herself to go talk to Vivian.

Let’s just say from when she went to talk to Vivian, and bumped into Alex she had refilled her drinks multiple times and was feeling a bit dazed. She found herself in the living room looking around to see Peter sitting uncomfortably next to a couple choking on each other’s tongue.

“Peter! Dance with me!” before Peter could even protest or say no (Y/N) was dragging him towards the middle of the living room facing her back toward’s his chest and began to grind lightly.

Peter didn’t know what to do with his hands, he had only two drinks that he filled with just sprite. “Don’t be afraid to touch me Peter.” holy fucking shit, this has got to be a dream. (Y/N), the girl he’s had a crush on since freshmen year.

“(Y/N)! Peter! Come join us, we’re playing truth or dare!” Vivian spoke pulling (Y/N) away from Peter who followed closely behind the two, the room was filled with most of the frat boys and their girlfriends or soon to be one night stand.

This is going to be interesting.

“Okay (Y/N) truth or dare?” Vivian slurred as Peter looked over at (Y/N) “Truth.” she mumbled taking a shot. The spin to this truth or dare was, take a shot if you choose truth.

“Why is spider-man your favorite avenger?”

(Y/N) glanced at Peter with a small smirk tugging at her smudged red lips, “Honestly, he’s just so hot. I mean, I haven’t seen how he looks like under the mask but I know he’s hot. His body? Man works out, and I’d let him shoot me with his web-shooter any day. He could web me up and I’d thank him for it. Overall though, he’s all about community and he’s sweet.”

Peter blinked a few times, allowing whatever had came out of (Y/N) mouth to slowly sink in. Did she really just say, she’d let him shoot her with his web-shooter? Or, he could web her up and she’d thank him for it?

“Parker!”

Vivian called causing Peter to shake off the thoughts that were filling his head, “Huh? Dare.” he didn’t realize he said dare, why in the hell did he say dare?

“I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with (Y/N).”

Peter closed the door behind him finding the light switch, maybe choosing dare wasn’t so bad right?

“Did you see Alex’s face? He seemed jealous.” (Y/N) snickered wrapping her arms around her chest looking anywhere but Peter, she was sobering up a little. Since now she’s standing in the closet with Peter aka Spider-man who she just went on about what she’d want him to do.

“So was it true?” Peter questioned leaning against the door with his brows raised.

“I mean, yeah.” (Y/N) shrugged glancing up at Peter then back at the floor, he didn’t know what came over him maybe it was from the help of liquid courage.

“Why don’t I show you how I can treat you right? Make Alex even more jealous?” (Y/N) looked up at Peter in any slight movement she could kiss him, she nodded eagerly jumping into Peter’s arms wrapping her arms around his neck.

She pulled him closer her chest flushed against his as he pushed her up against the wall trailing wet kisses down her jaw and to her neck. Peter leaned back gripping the hem of her shirt to rip it in half, “Peter!” (Y/N) squealed her black laced bra was now on full display.

“So beautiful, let me guess your underwear matches?” he set her down at her feet before hiking both of her legs over his shoulder dragging her underwear down her tanned legs.

“Hm, you tell me.”

Peter kissed her inner thigh lightly moving closer and closer to her entrance, “If you can get me to cum in whatever time we have left. We can ditch this party and you can take it from there.” challenge accepted.

He kissed her clit lightly before sucking on it causing a loud moan to slip past (Y/N) lips she hiked up her skirt more wanting to see Peter’s face, his glasses were beginning to fog up.

How cute.

He teased her entrance watching as (Y/N) breathing became heavy “Peter please.” he pulled away looking up at her with a smirk “Please what?” she groaned, he knew what she wanted, she just needed to ask for it properly.

“Use your finger’s and your mouth please.”

And that’s what he did.

Slipping in two fingers pumping it in and out slowly and reattaching his lips to her clip watching her in pure bliss moaning his name for everyone to hear, he curled them lightly brushing against the certain spot that would get her going.

“Peter! Please, please make me cum.” he moaned against her clit, god this is what he’s been waiting for. This is what he’s wanted to do for the longest time.

(Y/N) glanced down at Peter moaning as she ran her fingers through his curly brunette locks tugging every time he hit a certain spot clenching around his fingers. Peter could feel the heels of her shoe digging into his back as she clenched her thighs together.

“C’mon (Y/N), be a good girl and cum for me, maybe I’ll web you up.”

She moaned at the thought of Peter using his web-shooter’s on her, she felt the knot in her tighten reaching her climax as she screamed Peter’s name. Everyone else outside the room looked around with a shocked expression written on their face.

All she could see was white splotches, Peter helped her ride out her orgasm pulling out his fingers then helped her stand upright fixing her skirt for her. (Y/N) grabbed his wrist and sucked on his fingers that were covered with her juices, “holy fuck that’s hot” Peter thought to himself as he leaned down to capture her lips once more.

He removed his hoodie and placed it over her head due to ripping her shirt earlier, the door began to creek open I guess their time was done. Peter intwined (Y/N) hand’s with his pushing his glasses back up his nose bridge, his lips were a bit red and lightly swollen (Y/N) found it to be quite hot.

“So.. we’re gonna go.” Peter announced as he headed for the door, (Y/N) waved Vivian goodbye before rushing Peter out the house and back to their dorm.

Coming to this party wasn’t so bad after all.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #college!peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

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forasecondtherewedwon · 5 years

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31 pls

Phew! So, between these 7 requests, I’ve written a fic with prompts 12 and 31. To Anon #2, you can read a fic with prompt 10 (“You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”) here! To Anon #7, you can read a fic with prompt 17 (“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”) here! Prompt 2 is getting dropped in the shuffle. This fic is not going to be smutty, Anon #3, because it just didn’t want to go that way while I was writing it. Hopefully you all enjoy!

It Goes by in a FlashPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: T (mentions of teen drinking, rude gestures)Word count: 1343

12. “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

and

31. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

Peter was avoiding the host, even though he couldpractically hear May’s voice telling him what bad etiquette that was. He alsohadn’t brought anything with him; his fingers twisted in the empty pockets ofhis hoodie as he made his way around the side of the house.

Flash’s backyard was large, fenced, and meticulouslylandscaped. With his enhanced vision, Peter could pick out every spot where theobscenely-perfect grass had been folded under the drunken tread of one of hisclassmates. Most people were inside and both the warm yellow light and theirrowdy voices echoed out into the evening. He was hoping she’d be out here. Itseemed to him like the quiet(er) space would lure her, the way sheunintentionally lured him.

“You’re a genius with facts,” MJ said from behind him, “butyou’re really stupid with people.”

Peter had heard her approaching, shoes rustling the lawn.His heart sped up when her voice confirmed it was her. He turned and frowned.

“Are you drinking?” he asked, pointing to the beer bottledangling from her loose, unconcerned fingers.

MJ looked at it too, then snorted.

“No. Our school has a real problem with rebelling throughintoxication, have you noticed that?”

He shrugged.

“Wild bunch of nerds. Kind of unoriginal.” She rolled hereyes while Peter gave her a half-smile. “I took a case of beer into thebathroom and dumped it, then refilled the bottles with iced tea.” MJ took aswig and Peter felt something inside him surge as she pulled her mouth from thelip of the bottle with a pop. “Tasteslike shit.”

She stared at him for a minute, the side of her face cast inthe sunny glow from the nearest window. Peter remembered she’d said somethingto him before being distracted by her plan to assist with their classmates’sobriety.

“I’m stupid with people?” he fumbled out as she watched him.“I’m not― am I?” Her steady brown eyes made Peter immediately second-guesshimself.

MJ gave him a sad smile.

“Some might go so far as to say ‘moronic.’”

“Wha― How― Why do you say that?” He crossed his armsdefensively, pulling the sleeves of his sweater around his fingers.

This wasn’t the conversation he’d been wanting to have withher, not the one he’d put off until the last possible moment. Classes had endedand if he couldn’t spit it out at Flash’s end-of-the-year summer party, hemight not get another chance until school started again in September.

“People like me,” Peter added, hearing his words try to curlup into a question.

“I didn’t call you unlikeable, I called you stupid.” Shesighed and the exhalation could’ve been fogging up his brain, because he didn’tget it. Didn’t get what she meant, why she was saying this…

“You have to be dense,” MJ said under her breath. The tonewas near pleading and it caught his attention right away. “Or just not interested,”she added, glancing away from him.

Did she mean… interestedinterested? Like, interested in her? Did she know he had a crush on her? Wasshe trying to insult him so he’d knock it off and make himself lovesick oversomebody else?

“Not interested in what?” Peter asked. He had to at leastcheck.

Her eyebrows lifted as she frowned, then nodded inacceptance.

“Dense it is,” MJ determined and swung around, heading backtowards the front of the house.

“Whoa, whoa, no!” He darted around in front of her and heldout his arms to make her stop. They’d stepped into a dark patch between thewindows and the light had shifted off her face. “I might not be total sure whatyou’re implying―though I definitely knowwhat I hope you’re implying,” Peter mumbled before raising his voice again.“―but I’m interested.”

She snorted.

“You’re interested? You don’t know what I’m talking aboutand you’re interested?”

“It’s about you,” Peter reminded her. “So… I’m interested.”

Some of the urgency left him and he lowered his arms afterrealizing they were still blocking her path. He huffed out a breath.

“Maybe I’m being stupid right now,” Peter went on before he could shut himself up, “but I’ve beenwanting to talk to you and… and… that’s the whole reason I came.”

His eyes were wide and vulnerable as he confessed. MJ lookedat him, head angled in scrutiny.

“I thought you and Ned just liked coming to these thingsbecause you buy into the idea that being invited to parties equates to socialcurrency.” She drank from her polluted iced tea, eyeing him carefully.

“Ned’s not even here,” Peter told her. “He couldn’t come.”

She appeared genuinely surprised.

“So you’re here for me?”

He nodded, then winced at the sound of something smashinginside the house. Neither of them reacted beyond that. Their shadowy spot feltprivate and valuable and Peter wasn’t ready to leave it. Someone else couldhelp clear up the mess. He’d arrived at this party as Peter and he was going tocontinue to be Peter. No Spidey suit tonight. No getting sidetracked, no usingtricks or name-dropping to try to impress her. With MJ, he just wanted to behimself.

“I’ve really screwed this up,” he said, smoothing his hairdown at the back. “I could’ve said something to you for months, figured out a way to spend more time with you every day.”

Don’t look at her now,he thought. Best case scenario, he’d stumble over his words. Worst case, he’dabandon the whole attempt.

“I just wanna be around you,” Peter blurted out. “And nowit’s summer and I don’t know how I can do that.” He gestured desperately as shestood there, but couldn’t raise his eyes any higher than her knees. “I mean, ifyou have a summer job, I wanna work there with you. If you get up every morningto go for a jog, I wanna jog next to you. If… if you…” Peter gave up and lethis hands flop against his legs. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You want to be mine?”

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to MJ’s face.

“For months,” he ferventlyrepeated. He sighed heavily. “I want… I just want…”

“Stop before you hurt yourself, Parker,” she suggested witha smirk that sweetened the sentiment.

MJ took a step towards him, letting her beer bottle thud tothe grass and tip over, draining into a flawless flowerbed. She gripped hisforearms―he didn’t know which of them was keeping the other on their feet―andbrought her face close to his.

Oh my god, hethought, eyelids lowering. She likes meback.

A blinding light flicked on above them, as abrupt andaggressive as a police helicopter’s spotlight. Then it flicked off again. On.Off. On, off. Peter and MJ squinted to see Flash’s face at the nearest window.He had to be shining a security light on them, some kind of burglar-deterringmotion detector, its power corrupted in Flash’s hands. It was easier to hearhis laughter than to make out his expression―bright spots were blooming andwiggling like bubbles in Peter’s vision.

“Awww,” Flash crooned in a patronizing tone. “Are you guysgonna kiss?”

Peter’s face was hot with discomfort and the sensation ofhis chance, his one chance, with MJslipping away from him. She’d probably take off and lie low until September.She’d―

But no. One of her hands released his arm to firmly giveFlash the finger and the other hand held on tighter.

“Yeah, we are. Jealous?” MJ taunted him right back.

An amazed laugh burst out of Peter and then MJ’sflipping-off hand cupped his jaw, turning his head to face her as she plantedher mouth on his.

Wow. That’s allhis brain could come up with.

“Sorry my mouth tastes like beer-laced iced tea,” she saidsoftly as they pulled apart. Her nose rubbed alongside his.

Peter grinned and nudged his chin forward, brushing his lipsover hers.

“I honestly couldn’t care less.”

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bisexualstevierogers · 5 years

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To Be Young and in Love in New York City (Peter Parker X Reader) {Fake Dating AU}

Fandom: Marvel/Spider-Man: Homecoming Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader Word Count: 10,119 Author’s Note: Peter and the reader are both juniors, so they are 16/17!! Loosely based off/inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before!! Peter and Ned are bi and _y/n_ and Ned are bros (: Feat. some of the other Avengers because they all get along in this (Civil War happened but they’re all friends again now)!! also...there are so many cliches and this is SO self indulgent lmao I'm sorry!! Infinity War didn't happen in this fic 💖 I started this literally five months ago...and finally figured I should edit it and post it :^) This is the longest thing I’ve ever written so I really hope you guys enjoy! A semi smutty part two can be found here, for anyone interested in reading that!

“You want us to fake date?” You asked, staring at your friend Peter in disbelief.

Peter had dropped by after school to help you with some homework, but after working diligently for twenty minutes the words that left his mouth were not what you were expecting at all.

Peter nodded.

“Why?”

Peter scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Mr. Stark has been trying to set me up with the daughter of one of his co-workers and I'm sure she’s nice, but between school and being Spider-Man, I just don't have the time or energy to date somebody.”

“And you can't just tell Mr. Stark that?”

“I tried!” Peter said with a frown. “Mr. Stark won't listen to me. He's not going to stop trying, and even if I go on one date with her then end it, I'm sure Mr. Stark will try to set me up with someone else. He thinks that a relationship would be good for me.”

“I actually think he might be right.”

Peter looked at you, the betrayal evident on his face. “Huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Maybe if you were in a relationship you'd use that big brain of yours and think a little more before throwing yourself into dangerous situations.”

Peter had told you a while back about what happened last year with Liz’s dad, and you were understandably pissed. He had been reckless and put himself in serious danger more times than you could count.

“_y/n_…” Peter whined. “I just don't want to be in a real relationship right now.”

“But you can handle being in a fake one?” You questioned with an arched eyebrow.

“There's no real commitment with a fake relationship! And I already hang out with you anyways so it's not like it'll be adding stuff to my schedule.”

You sighed before locking eyes with Peter. “Why me?”

Peter looked at you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Why me? I'm not your only friend. You could fake date MJ or Ned just as easily as me.”

“We both know MJ would never agree to fake date me, and Ned said he'd be fine with it except he didn't want things to be weird with him and Aunt May when we broke up.”

“There's gonna be a break up?”

Peter shrugged. “At some point, yeah. I don't want to be in a fake relationship forever.”

You nibbled on your lower lip subconsciously as you thought it over. “How long do you think this fake relationship will last?”

“Not sure, probably just a couple of months.”

You nodded in understanding. “So...what do I get out of it?”

Peter raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you want?”

You thought about it for a moment. “I want to try on the suit.”

“My Spidey suit?” Peter asked in disbelief.

“Yes, and-”

“There's more?” Peter interrupted.

“I'm making myself unavailable from a real relationship to be in a fake one, and believe it or not some of us are tired of being single, so yes, there's more.”

“Go on.”

“If we're still fake dating by the time prom rolls around, you’ll go with me.”

“Deal.”

“And…” You paused, feeling embarrassed.

“What else, _y/n_?” Peter asked gently.

“If either of us end up...actually liking the other we won't let it ruin our friendship.”

Peter’s eyes were wide. “Do you think that'll happen?”

“I don't know.” That was a lie. You had developed a crush on Peter only recently, but you were pretty sure that fake dating each other wasn’t a good idea when you actually did want to date him. “If we have to kiss each other a lot then maybe.”

“We, uh, have to kiss?”

Your cheeks flushed. “I mean, I don't know! I don't know what kind of convincing Mr. Stark will need. It's up to you.”

Peter paled suddenly. “I totally didn't think this through.”

“We don't have to kiss, Peter, I just wasn't sure if you thought we should.”

You were both silent for a moment.

“Maybe we shouldn't do this.” You offered when the silence became unbearable. “Maybe you could have Aunt May talk to Mr. Stark.”

Peter ran a hand through his hair anxiously. “The problem is that I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know he's just trying to help.”

Peter looked at you oddly before scooting closer to you. “Besides, I don't have anything against kissing you. And you said you were tired of being single, so it would be kind of nice to have someone you can kiss, right?”

“Right.” You admitted, feeling your heart flutter in your chest as Peter's eyes met yours.

“Can I kiss you?” Peter asked gently, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Yes.” You answered hesitantly, and Peter carefully leaned in and brushed a feather light kiss across your lips.

When Peter pulled away and smiled at you, you realized just how screwed you were. You already wanted to kiss him again.

“So, _y/n_, you wanna be my fake girlfriend?”

You plastered on a smile even though you felt like frowning. “Of course, Peter.”

----------

“You totally did this on purpose, didn't you?” You hissed into the phone after Peter had gone.

“I don't know what you're talking about, _y/n_.” Ned answered easily, and you wanted nothing more than to hang up on him.

“You are the only person that knows that I like Peter and now he wants me to fake date him because you said no!”

“Well I obviously couldn't say yes.” Ned replied and he sounded offended.

“Why not?”

You could hear Ned’s muffled chuckle through the phone. “You'd be totally jealous if I was fake dating Peter and I couldn't do that to you.”

“I would...not.” It fell flat even to your own ears.

“I rest my case.”

“You didn't tell him that I...you know...right?”

You could hear Ned rolling his eyes. “Of course I didn't. I would never tell him that _y/n_, you know that. I gotta go, he's coming over to work on some stuff.”

“You can say that he's coming over to play with Legos, Ned.” You answered back with a chuckle.

“Talk to you later, _y/n_. Love you.”

“Love you too, Ned. Bye.”

After the emotional day you had had, you decided it was time for bed. As you drifted to sleep, your last thought was of how good a certain fake boyfriend’s lips felt against yours.

----------

“I think we need to set up some rules.” You announced as you took your seat next to Peter at lunch.

“About what?” Peter asked, and you were startled momentarily as his arm wound around your waist.

“About, um, boundaries. What are you doing exactly?”

“Well, since you're being so gracious in deciding to fake date me, it only seems fair that we do some of the stuff couples do, right? I am stealing you away from someone you could actually be doing that with.”

“I wouldn't say you're stealing her away from anybody.” Ned said with a chuckle as he sat down across from you. You kicked him in the shin and shot him a look that said ‘Please be quiet’.

Luckily for you, Peter didn't seem to notice. He was too busy reading the list of guidelines you had written out earlier when you couldn't focus in first period.

“‘_y/n_ gets to try on the Spidey suit whenever she wants.’ I didn't agree to that.” Peter said with a chuckle as he turned to look at you.

“It's a rough draft.” You said sheepishly. Ned reached across the table and grabbed your notebook before you could stop him.

“‘Kissing is fine whenever both parties are in agreement.’ You guys are actually going to be kissing? I thought you just had to make Mr. Stark believe that you were dating.”

Peter shrugged nonchalantly. “Mr. Stark has people everywhere.”

“‘Peter will hold _y/n_’s hand as often as she likes.’” Ned read, laughing as he did so. “You're gonna be holding her hand literally all the time, Peter.”

Peter smiled at you and slipped one of his hands into yours, giving it a squeeze. “I don't see a problem with that.”

As your cheeks flushed, Ned shared a look with MJ, who had finally joined your table. They were both suddenly realizing that this could either go horribly wrong or incredibly well. Ned hoped for your sake that it would be the latter.

----------

“What should I tell my parents?” You and Peter had stayed after school got out to finalize the list and finish up some homework before the weekend.

The list now looked like this:

-_y/n_ gets to try on the Spidey suit when Peter says it's okay -Peter will hold _y/n_’s hand as often as she wants -Kissing is fine whenever both parties are in agreement -Peter and _y/n_ will go on one outing a month unless Peter is really busy -Peter and _y/n_ have to act VERY couply in front of Mr. Stark -Peter and _y/n_ can tell anyone they want about the relationship being fake except for Mr. Stark or anyone super close to Mr. Stark -If Peter and _y/n_ are still in a fake relationship during prom season, they will go to prom together -If Peter or _y/n_ end up liking the other, they will not let it ruin their friendship

Peter glanced up from his homework. “What do you mean?”

“Should I tell them that we're just pretending to date? Or should I tell them that we're actually dating?”

“Depends. Do you think your parents would understand if you told them we were just pretending?”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, probably not.”

Peter nodded. “May either. I told her this morning.”

“You told her already?”

“Well yeah, I can't keep anything a secret from her for long.”

“What'd she say?” You asked curiously.

“She said she was happy for me and that she thought you'd be good for me.”

You grinned. “I love her.”

“She invited you over for dinner tonight, do you wanna go?”

“Of course.” You answered automatically. “Just let me text my parents and we can head over.”

Peter smiled at you and began putting his stuff away while you typed out a quick text.

Heading to Peter's for dinner. Not sure when I'll be back, I'll text you later. Love you!

You sent the same message to your mom and your dad before shoving your phone in your pocket and following Peter out of the school.

----------

“_y/n_! I'm so glad you could join us for dinner. Peter told me the good news, I'm happy that Peter finally pulled his head out of his-”

“Mayyy,” Peter chimed in, giving her a look that you didn't understand. Finally?

She rolled her eyes before flashing you an apologetic smile. “Peter told me that mac and cheese is your favorite, so that's what we were going to have.”

“Were going to?” You asked in amusement.

Aunt May chuckled and pulled a pot off the stove, showing you the contents. A majority of the pasta was overcooked and inedible, but some of the cheese hadn't even melted at all. It looked like Aunt May had also maybe added too much pepper.

“Don't worry, there's a Panera just down the street we can walk to.” Aunt May said cheerfully.

“Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden.”

Peter wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You could never burden us. Besides, we probably would’ve ended up getting takeout anyway.”

Aunt May glanced between the two of you with a huge smile on her face. It made your heart sink. This relationship with Peter was all a lie. Sure, you really did have feelings for Peter, but your fake relationship would end at some point and Aunt May would be heartbroken.

You forced a smile onto your face as Aunt May bustled you out of the kitchen. You remembered as she opened the door that it was starting to get cold, especially in the evening. You were wearing a long sleeve Midtown High shirt, but you knew it wouldn’t help much in fighting the chill outside.

“Can I borrow a jacket, Peter?” You asked quietly, and Peter nodded immediately.

“Of course, one sec.” He ran into his room and came back out a moment later with a grey zip up hoodie. “Here you go.” Peter helped you put it on and zipped it up for you. His fingers lingered on the zipper for a moment.

His eyes met yours, and he raised his eyebrows, silently asking you for permission. You gave him a small nod along with a smile. Peter smiled back before leaning in and giving you a very quick peck on your lips.

May looked like she was about to faint, she was so happy. Peter slipped his hand into yours and pulled you out the door.

The walk to Panera was short, but on the way, you noticed that Peter’s jacket smelled like cinnamon and candy. It was kind of an odd combination, but not a bad one. Peter and May chatted quietly while you just listened contently.

You arrived at Panera within the next few minutes, ordered your food, got your drinks, and found a table.

You were all chatting idly when your waiter showed up and began depositing the food on the table. When he got to your order, he hesitated to hand you your plate, allowing his fingers to brush against yours.

“Enjoy your meal, beautiful.” He said, smiling widely at you before he left. You could tell your cheeks were flaming red.

Peter was sitting stone still beside you, glaring at the waiter’s retreating form, while Aunt May was chuckling to herself.

“Get used to that, you two. For some reason, women become a thousand times more attractive when they're unavailable.”

Peter was a much better actor than you previously thought; he actually looked pissed that the waiter had flirted with you. You placed a hand on Peter's thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He smiled weakly at you and began to eat his food, so you did the same.

You were finishing up your meal when the waiter came back out and started grabbing empty plates and bowls. He also dropped a napkin right in front of you with his name and phone number on it.

718-783-5687 Call me sometime, cutie? -Harry

You could feel Peter once again tense up beside you. You thought about taking the napkin and just throwing it away, but you didn't want to be rude. You grabbed the napkin and walked over to where the waiter was dumping garbage and stacking the dirty dishes to be brought to the kitchen.

“It was very sweet of you to give me your number, but I'm in a happy relationship so I think you should save this for somebody else.” You tucked the napkin into one of the pockets on his apron and gave him a sweet smile, trying to let him know there were no hard feelings. “Have a good day, Harry. It was nice meeting you.”

He smiled back, a little sadly, and you made your way back to your table.

“You guys ready to go?” Aunt May and Peter nodded, so you walked out of the restaurant with Peter’s hand once again in yours.

Peter gazed at you on the walk back to his and May’s apartment like he couldn't quite figure you out.

----------

You and Peter decided to spend some time in his room when you got back from dinner.

Peter shut the door and took a seat on his bed before gesturing for you to do the same.

“What's up, Pete?” The expression on his face was much more serious than what you were used to.

“Did you think that guy was cute?”

“At Panera? Yeah, I guess he was cute. Why?”

Peter frowned. “Because I feel like a jerk.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “How so?”

“I'm making you be in this fake relationship with me when there are people out there who want to be in real relationships with you. I'm being selfish.”

You rolled your eyes. “First off, you're not making me do anything. I make my own choices. Second, who says I want to be in a real relationship?”

“You said you were tired of being single.”

“Yeah, I was.” You agreed with a shrug. “But I have you now to kiss and hold hands with, don't I?”

Peter turned to look at you fully, and you realized for the second time that Peter was a much better actor than you gave him credit for, because the way he was looking at you almost had you convinced that you were actually his girlfriend.

The moment was cut short when your phone chimed with a text.

“I should check that.” You said, breaking eye contact as you dug your phone out of your pocket.

We’re going to a party and won't be home until late, do you have a key to get in?

You checked your backpack before you remembered that you left it in one of your purses at home.

No, I must've left it in one of my purses. Is the spare under the mat?

You received a response only a few seconds later.

Your dad’s been using the spare because he lost his and we haven't made a new one yet. Is it okay with May if you stay at Peter’s? We've already left and if we turn around now we’ll be late.

You groaned in disbelief, and Peter looked over at you curiously. You showed him your phone instead of trying to explain.

Peter chuckled. “I'm sure it's fine with May but I'll go check anyways.” Peter padded out of the room and you flopped back onto his bed, making yourself comfortable.

It was getting kind of late, and you were almost asleep when he came back into the room.

“May said I can sleep on the couch or in here with you. It's up to you.”

You mumbled something unintelligible. Peter grabbed your phone and typed out a quick response.

may said it's fine if she stays over tonight! have fun at your party (: -peter

Peter put your phone beside you and snagged a pillow off his bed, preparing to go sleep on the couch.

“Where are you going?” You asked sleepily. Peter looked down at you curiously. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Peter put the pillow back but left the room anyway to go brush his teeth. When he returned, you had migrated to the left side of the bed, leaving him enough space to climb in on the right.

Peter thought you'd be dead asleep, but as soon as he laid down, you curled closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Peter wondered vaguely if you would remember how fast his heart was thumping tomorrow.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before realizing that you were practically asleep and no one was watching you. He hadn't needed to kiss you. Peter eyes grew wide as it clicked that he had kissed you because he wanted to.

Oh, he was so screwed now.

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The shrill ringing of your phone woke you up. At least, you thought it was your phone. You blindly reached around towards the sound before reluctantly opening your eyes and swiping to answer the phone.

“Hello?” You asked, mind still fuzzy with sleep.

“You're not Peter.” The voice on the other line said in surprise.

You looked down at the phone in confusion, and your eyes widened when you saw the contact name.

Mr. Stark AKA Iron Man 😎

“Mr. Stark, I'm so sorry. I thought this was my phone. Just gimme a sec and I'll wake Peter up.”

Peter looked so peaceful when he was sleeping that you hated to wake him up. But Mr. Stark was waiting, so with a sigh you started gently shaking his shoulder.

It took only a few moments before he blinked sleepily up at you. “Good morning.” He said sweetly.

You smiled at him, resisting the urge to give him a good morning kiss even though you wanted to. “Mr. Stark is on the phone.” You said apologetically, handing him his phone. “I answered it thinking it was mine, sorry.”

“No worries.” Peter sat up as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hi, Mr. Stark.”

You grabbed your phone from beside Peter and started scrolling through your various social media apps while trying to not eavesdrop on Peter’s conversation with Mr. Stark.

Their conversation went on for a couple minutes with nothing too important being said. You looked up when you heard your name.

“_y/n_ slept over.” Mr. Stark said something you couldn't hear. “What? No, I didn't sleep with her!” Peter hissed quietly into the phone, his cheeks flaming.

Your cheeks flushed too at what Mr. Stark was implying.

“I, uh, I gotta go Mr. Stark.” You didn't miss the way Peter’s voice had gone up several notches. “Yes, I'll ask her about the party.”

“Love ya, kid.” Was the only thing you had distinctly heard through the phone, and it made you smile.

“Love you too, Mr. Stark. Bye!” Peter looked relieved and embarrassed as he hung up the phone. He looked over at you cautiously. “Sorry about Mr. Stark.”

You chuckled. “No worries, Peter. Anyway,” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What's this about a party?”

“Mr. Stark wanted to know if you'd be coming to his Christmas party with me.”

“Of course! I'd love to meet Mr. Stark. And I love Christmas. It's a win-win for me!” You answered cheerfully.

You glanced down at your phone to respond to a text from Ned, so you missed the sweet smile that Peter shot you, as well as the semi-sad look in his eye.

----------

Almost three months had passed since you and Peter had begun fake dating, and the day of Mr. Stark’s party arrived. It was a Christmas party, but he had decided to host it on New Year’s Eve so his guests could spend Christmas day with their families.

You were currently video chatting with Peter as you tried to decide what to wear.

“Are we supposed to match?” You asked curiously. “Like is that a thing couples do for parties?”

Peter's eyebrows knitted together adorably. “I don't know, honestly. Do you think we should?”

“If we can find stuff that matches, sure.” You stopped pawing through your closet as you heard a knock on the door. “Be right back, Pete.”

You opened the door, expecting to find a neighbor or delivery person or something, but you were instead surprised to find a box with your name on it on your doorstep.

You glanced around curiously before shrugging and bringing the box inside.

You dropped it on your bed and began to open it. When you saw what was inside, you gasped.

It was a beautiful sparkly red dress, and as you pulled it out, a note fell onto your bed.

Hope you don't mind, I had May pick this out. Tell Parker to wear something nice. -TS

Aunt May had done a great job picking it out; the dress was absolutely gorgeous. It had thin spaghetti straps and the neckline was v shaped. The dress was a little shorter than what what you would normally wear, but it was a party and you couldn't turn down Mr. Stark’s gift. The dress was flowy, but nipped in at the waist for some definition.

“Do you have a red button up, Peter? Or a red tie?” You asked when you remembered that your call was still connected.

“I think I have a white button up and I can check for a red tie.” Peter responded after a moment of thought.

“Great! You responded, smiling at Peter. “I have to change, you're picking me up at 7, right?”

“Right.”

“See you then!” You pressed the button to end the video chat. Or, rather, you thought you did. You had actually just muted Peter. He could hear you, but you couldn't hear him.

Peter chuckled when he realized that the call hadn't ended.

“Hey, _y/n_, I think you hit the wrong button.” Peter said politely. You made no move to suggest that you heard him, and in fact, as Peter saw you begin to lift your shirt over your head, he realized you definitely hadn't.

Peter's mouth dropped open as he saw that you weren't wearing a bra. Your hands moved to your pants, and Peter finally snapped out of the trance he was under and ended the call.

He immediately felt guilty for not ending the call sooner. He had tried, but he just couldn't get his hands to move.

Feeling like the biggest jerk ever, Peter started to change too, deciding that he would tell you later about what happened and apologize.

----------

Any thought Peter had about his accidental peep show was quickly wiped from his mind as you walked towards his car.

Your _h/c_ hair was down in loose waves, your lips were painted red and looked incredibly kissable, and your dress. Wow.

Peter considered himself to be a gentleman and he knew that looking a woman up and down could be rude, but that didn't stop him from doing exactly that.

The dress was red and sparkly, and it was shorter than anything Peter had seen you wear before. There was also more cleavage showing than usual, and Peter had to purposely drag his eyes up as you sat in the passenger seat beside him.

“Don't you look handsome,” You said, only a little teasingly. And he definitely did. Peter was wearing black slacks, a white button up, and a red bowtie. His hair, which was usually adorably messy, was slicked to one side. You reached a hand out to adjust his bowtie, but it was really just an excuse to touch him.

It was times like these where you wished you were really dating. He looked so good that you wanted to tell him to just forget about the party so you could spend the evening kissing him instead.

“Thank you,” Peter said shyly. “You look stunning.”

You blushed, pleased at the compliment. “Thank you, Peter.”

----------

The drive to Mr. Stark’s party took almost an hour, but neither of you minded. You were having fun singing along to the radio with Peter and watching the city as it passed by you.

Peter, meanwhile, was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road when all he wanted to do was watch you.

When you arrived at last to Mr. Stark’s party, Peter parked and then got out to open the door for you.

“Thank you,” You said, smiling at him as you took his hand.

You made your way to the entrance hand in hand, and you couldn't help the pang it sent through your heart. Being with Peter felt so natural, so right, that sometimes you forgot it was all pretend.

You were greeted at the door by none other than Pepper Potts.

“Hi Peter, _y/n_.” She greeted you both with a warm smile. “The main party is on the first floor, but if you need to take a breather or want to go somewhere quiet, the second floor will also be open. If you want a snack, just flag down a waiter. I've also already told the waiters that you're underage, so they'll have sparkling cider for you both.”

“Thank you, Pepper.” Peter said politely.

You were still staring at her in awe. “Ms. Potts, I'm a huge fan of yours.” You admitted. “I think you're doing an amazing job with Stark Industries. You have been a huge inspiration to me for so long.”

Pepper looked very flattered as she patted your shoulder. “You're very sweet, _y/n_. Peter got very lucky with you, didn't he?”

“I sure did.” Peter responded with a smile, turning and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You and Peter made your way into the party, and you were immediately waved over by Mr. Stark himself.

“Peter!” Tony said, smiling widely as you approached him. “And you must be _y/n_.” Mr. Stark turned to look directly at you as he offered you his hand to shake. “It's nice to finally meet you. Peter has told me so much about you.”

You raised an eyebrow at Peter curiously. “He has?” Mr. Stark nodded. “Only good things, I hope.”

Mr. Stark chuckled. “Of course. He told me that you're in honor society and you have a 3.9 GPA.”

“You told him that?” You turned to Peter with a whine. “I'm still so mad at myself for losing my 4.0.”

Mr. Stark looked surprised. “A 3.9 is still amazing, _y/n_.”

“That's what I'm always telling her!” Peter chimed in with a chuckle.

Your cheeks flushed. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Please, call me Tony.” He responded with a smile.

You smiled back. “Alright, Tony.”

“Do you mind if I steal Peter for a minute?”

“Of course not.” You pressed a kiss to Peter's cheek, chuckling at the red stain it left, before he and Mr. Stark walked into a private corner of the room.

You flagged down a waiter for a glass of cider, sipping it as you milled about. You had thought that this party was mostly Stark Industries staff with a few of Mr. St-Tony’s friends, so you nearly fainted when you spotted Bruce Banner having a conversation with Steve Rogers.

Luckily, Peter chose that moment to rejoin you. You steadied yourself by placing both your arms on his shoulders. “Peter,”

“_y/n_,” Peter said teasingly back.

You glared at him. “You didn't tell me the Avengers would be here!”

“I'm an Avenger. I thought you knew this was an Avengers thing.” Peter said apologetically.

“I thought it was an Iron Man and a Spider-Man and a Pepper Potts thing.” You glanced over at Steve and Bruce again, and Peter felt you sway against him.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked gently.

“I've been in love with Captain America since they pulled him out of the ice.” You admitted. “This is so surreal.”

“Do you want me to introduce you?”

Your eyes widened. “Yes. No.” A beat of silence. “Maybe. I don't know.”

Peter chuckled, leading you over to the couch where they were sitting.

“Hey Steve, hey Bruce.” Peter interrupted quietly. They both looked up at him and smiled.

“Peter!” Bruce said cheerfully at the same time Steve said “Hey, Pete!”.

Peter gently pulled you so that you were in front of him. “This is my girlfriend, _y/n_. She's a huge fan of you both.”

“Oh, is she?” Steve asked teasingly, standing up so he could shake your hand. “It's very nice to meet you, _y/n_.”

“It's nice to meet you too.” You managed to get out, even though your voice was shaking.

Peter's hand moved to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Dr. Banner stood up so he could shake your hand too. “Peter has told me a lot about you. He said you're considering a career in biochemistry?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “Yes, I'm thinking about it. Your work with biochemistry is incredible. So is your work with nuclear physics and gamma radiation, but I was always much more interested in lessons about you when they were focused on the biochemistry aspect of your career.”

You turned to look at Steve once again. “I also loved learning about you in my history class! I hate those stupid videos of you that they play for every single thing, though.”

Steve chuckled. “I hated filming them.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “No way!”

“I'm going to go talk to some of the others,” Peter chimed in softly. “I trust you two can handle her?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You asked, arching your eyebrows at him defensively.

Peter held his hands up placatingly. “Nothing. I'll come find you in a bit?”

“Okay.” You wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “I love you.”

Peter looked startled but only for a half a second. “I love you too. Keep her out of trouble!” Peter shouted as he walked away.

You rolled your eyes at him. Steve and Bruce made space for you on the couch so you could sit between them.

It wasn't until ten minutes later when you and Steve were having a rousing discussion about truth, honor, and patriotism that you realized you had told Peter you loved him.

You hoped that he would just assume it was you playing your part as his girlfriend, but you knew that that wasn't why you said it.

While pretending to be Peter’s girlfriend, you had fallen in love with him for real.

Oh, you were so unbelievably screwed.

----------

You didn't see Peter again until about eleven. After talking with Steve and Bruce for almost an hour, you had wandered around the party and accidentally bumped into some of the other Avengers.

Natasha Romanoff was even more beautiful in person, and she tried several times to get you to let her make you a drink.

You declined each time, but you admired her persistence. She also had told you that Clint Barton was spending the new year with his family, which surprised you because you hadn't known that Hawkeye had a family.

You heard through the grapevine that Wanda Maximoff and Vision were spending the holiday together in Scotland, which you thought was sweet.

You nearly got knocked over by Sam Wilson, who was engaged in a heated debate with none other than Bucky Barnes about who was really Steve Rogers’ best friend. They both apologized immediately, and you enjoyed chatting with them for a while.

Shortly after that, you had witnessed Tony and James “Rhodey” Rhodes arm wrestling each other over what you thought was the last eclair, which had made you laugh.

You were lost in thought when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you turned your head immediately.

“Hey, Pete.” You breathed out, realizing suddenly just how close he was to you.

“Hi.” Peter responded, and he sounded just as breathless as you. “Are you enjoying the party?”

You nodded as you leaned back, relaxing into his arms. “It's been fun. I missed you, though. And I haven't met Thor yet.”

“Do you want to? We can go look for him.”

You smiled at him. “Only if you want to.”

“Are you kidding me? I love Thor. Let's go find him.” And then you and Peter were holding hands and squeezing through the crowd until, at last, you found the God of Thunder. He was so much larger in person.

“Hi, Thor!” Peter said brightly.

“Ah, Peter, man of Spider, good to finally see you.” Peter gently pushed you in front of him. “And who is this?” Thor asked, giving you a charming smile.

“This is my girlfriend, _y/n_.”

“I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Is she an arachnid too?”

You chuckled nervously. “Nope, I'm just a normal, boring human.”

“There is nothing normal or boring about you humans. It is very nice to meet you, Lady _y/n_.” Thor took your hand but instead of shaking it, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“It's nice to meet you too.” You responded, and Peter smiled to himself when he noticed that your cheeks were red. He had the same reaction when he met Thor for the first time.

“You know, if I still had Mjölnir, I think that your beloved would be able to wield it.”

You turned to look at Peter with a soft smile. “I think you're right.” You agreed.

You noticed then that everyone was counting down the seconds to the new year, and Thor excused himself, murmuring something about looking for Bruce.

You were only half paying attention to him, your eyes locked on Peter since you realized it was almost midnight.

You and Peter took a step closer to each other.

Peter’s eyes flicked down to your lips, and you knew you weren't mistaking the look in his eyes. Peter wanted to kiss you.

Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as you allowed your own gaze to dart down to Peter’s lips.

Happy New Year!

You heard people shouting and cheering and then Peter's lips met yours and the background noise quickly faded away. Peter brought a hand up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss, and you felt like you were floating. Kissing Peter, really kissing him, like you were doing now, was everything you had dreamed of and more.

His lips were so, so soft against yours, and when you felt him smile into the kiss, you thought your heart was going to burst. Peter was everything you had ever wanted, and he was currently kissing you like he couldn't get enough.

When you finally broke apart, you pressed your forehead to his as you caught your breath. You felt dizzy, in a good way, and your heart felt warm and fuzzy.

You heard a whistle to your right, and you looked over sheepishly to see Tony giving Peter a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes; you weren't upset, just a little embarrassed, before resting your head on Peter’s chest. You were suddenly overcome with sleepiness.

He stroked your hair gently. “Do you wanna go home?”

You nodded.

“There’s a guest room on the second floor if you don't want to drive all the way home.” You hadn't even heard Tony come over, but apparently he had because he was in the middle of handing a key card to Peter when you lazily blinked open your eyes. “Morning, sunshine.” Tony said teasingly.

You straightened up and grabbed the key from Peter. “Thanks, Tony. C’mon Peter.” You were dragging Peter towards the elevator before he could protest.

You seemed much more awake once you were in the elevator. “Sorry to rush out of there.” You murmured sheepishly. “I was a little embarrassed. Not because of you!” You said quickly. “The kiss was great, I just felt embarrassed because of how many people saw it.”

Peter brushed his thumb across your cheek gently. “I understand, _y/n_. It's totally fine.” To emphasize his point, he leaned in and kissed you again.

Which, of course, made you ten times more confused. It was easy to say that for your New Year’s kiss, Peter had just gotten caught up in the moment. But kissing you when there was no around to see? That was hard to ignore.

“Peter-” You wanted to ask if he liked you back, but the elevator dinged as you reached the second floor, and the moment passed.

You made your way to the room that matched the number on your key card, swiping it and entering the room easily.

The room looked like it used to be an office, but it had since been turned into something reminiscent of a hotel suite. There was a large bed that looked like heaven, and you wanted nothing more than to flop down on it.

But Mr. Stark had given you the dress you were wearing and you didn't want to ruin it. You hadn't thought to bring any extra clothes with you.

“Hey, Peter, can I please borrow your shirt? This dress will be super uncomfortable to sleep in and I don't have anything else.”

Before you even finished your question, Peter was unbuttoning his shirt and tossing his bowtie on a nearby chair.

“Here you go.” Peter said sweetly, letting his fingertips brush your hand as he handed it to you.

“Thank you, Petey.” You moved to unzip your dress before realizing that you couldn't reach the zipper. “Can you do me one more favor?” You asked sheepishly, gesturing to the zipper on your dress.

Peter moved behind you, his hands trailing down your shoulders then to your back as he carefully unzipped your dress. His breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, stepping out of your dress and pulling Peter's shirt on. You didn't notice the longing look Peter shot in your direction as he took his pants off.

Your heart caught in your throat when you turned around and realized that you'd be sharing a bed with Peter, who was wearing only a thin white tank top and a pair of boxers. He looked gorgeous.

You pushed those thoughts out of your head and climbed into bed cautiously, and Peter followed. You were pleasantly surprised when Peter placed a hand on your waist and gently pulled you closer to him.

“Good night, _y/n_.”

“Good night, Peter.”

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When you woke up, you were alone in the bed. You were a little disappointed, as Peter was even more adorable than normal when he was sleepy.

You lazily climbed out of bed and checked your phone, surprised to see that it was almost eleven thirty. You saw that Peter had texted you twenty minutes ago, telling you that he had gone out to get breakfast.

Just as you read the text, Peter pushed open the door. He was carrying two cups of orange juice, a box of donuts, and a box of muffins. He also had a bag on his shoulder.

“Here, let me help you.” You took the cup carrier from him gently.

“Thank you.” Peter deposited the boxes on the bed while you set the drinks on the nightstand. He then shyly handed you the bag from his shoulder.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you opened it. There was a white t-shirt that said Manhattan on it in curly script along with an outline of Manhattan’s skyline and a pair of leggings.

“I thought this might be more comfortable for the ride home than your dress or my shirt.” Peter said teasingly. You looked up at him with a smile and noticed that he was wearing the same shirt he got you. You also noticed that his hair was tangled and much curlier than usual, and you had to fight the urge to run your fingers through it.

“Thank you, Peter.” You brushed a light kiss to his cheek, which made his cheeks darken, before going to the far corner of the room so Peter could start on breakfast while you changed.

When you came back over, you sunk down on the bed next to Peter. You sat with your leg pressed against his so he could balance the donut box between you, and you immediately noticed the pleasant warmth radiating from the contact.

You ate in comfortable silence before packing up the remaining muffins and your clothes and heading down to the first floor.

Tony and Pepper appeared to be waiting for you.

“_y/n_, it was so nice to meet you. If you ever want to go out for brunch or you just want a girls’ day out, feel free to call me.” Pepper said, pulling you into a quick hug.

“I definitely will.” You promised. “It was lovely meeting you.”

Mr. Stark gave Peter a hug before moving in front of you. You were a little surprised when he pulled you into a hug, too.

“Keep him out of trouble for me, please.” He whispered so that only you could hear him.

You smiled conspiratorially at him. “Of course I will.”

You and Peter waved goodbye as you walked out the door of the building and made your way to Peter’s car.

You offered to drive home since he had driven you up the night before, but he insisted it was fine, so you decided not to argue.

Once again, you and Peter sang along to the radio together, laughing and smiling with each other. With his shirt that matched yours and his messy hair, he had never looked more handsome, and you couldn't help your gaze from landing on him every so often.

The drive was over too soon, and you were actually quite sad when Peter arrived at your house.

Peter parked and opened your door for you, so you reluctantly you got out of the car. He walked you to your front door.

“I had a lot of fun last night. And this morning.” Peter murmured quietly, his eyes locked on yours.

“Me too.” You responded softly. Peter brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek before leaning in and kissing you gently. You kissed him back just as gently, and you decided to give into your urge from earlier, running your fingers through his hair.

“_y/n_, I-” Whatever Peter was about to say had been cut short as your father opened the door. You sprung apart from each other immediately.

“Thank you for driving her, Peter. How was Mr. Stark’s party?”

“It was good, really good, Mr. _l/n_.”

“That's good to hear.” He clapped Peter on the shoulder as you walked into your house.

“Bye, Peter.” You waved at him, and he waved back before turning around and getting in his car. He was gone before you could ask what he was going to tell you.

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Almost four months had passed since Mr. Stark's party. Neither of you brought up what you were going to say to Peter in the elevator, or what Peter was going to say on your porch.

You had avoided bringing it up because you were scared. At Mr. Stark's party, you had been almost positive that Peter liked you back, but after the party, your relationship had gone back to holding hands and cheek kisses and the occasional peck on the lips.

You hadn't really kissed Peter since the morning after Mr. Stark's party, and it was starting to make you sad.

You didn't know what to do about it. Your relationship, despite your ever-growing feelings for Peter, was fake, whether you liked it or not, and you didn't feel like it was your place to ask for longer kisses (even though you wanted to).

And then Peter started acting really weird and secretive around you. He started spending more time with MJ and Ned, which was fine, except you were never included. And it hurt.

“Hey, Peter, you wanna go get dinner today?” You asked cheerfully as you sat down beside him at lunch.

“I'm busy, sorry.” Peter said shortly, writing something down in a notebook.

“Oh. Okay.” You were silent the rest of lunch and ended up excusing yourself early to go to your next class.

Ned and MJ shared a look.

“Peter, you can't keep blowing her off.” Ned said gently, which made Peter look up at him.

“Huh?”

MJ rolled her eyes. “She asked if you wanted to get dinner tonight, and you said you were busy.”

“I am busy. I want this to be perfect.”

“I understand that you want your promposal to be awesome,” Ned chimed in. “But it doesn't matter how awesome it is if she doesn't want to go with you.”

Peter's eyebrows furrowed. “You don't think she'll want to go with me?”

“Not if you keep brushing her off. Just go get dinner with her tonight and finish up your invite this weekend or something. There's not a time limit to asking her.” MJ said reasonably.

Peter nodded in understanding. “Alright, thank you both.”

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You were mindlessly watching TV in your room when your phone buzzed against your thigh.

dinner tonight? my treat :P

You rolled your eyes before sending a text back.

I'd rather just stay home tonight, but thank you.

You were startled when only a few moments later you heard a knock on your window. Turning your head, you were surprised to see your very own fake boyfriend, Peter Parker.

You climbed out of bed and opened your window to let him in. He was wearing his Spidey suit, but that wasn't what intrigued you. You were much more interested in the box of pizza he was holding.

“I didn't say we had to go out for dinner.” Peter said, smiling at you as sat down on your bed.

“What kind of pizza did you get?” You asked as you cautiously sat next to him.

“Your favorite, of course.” He flipped the lid open to reveal it to you.

You inhaled the rich scent of cheese and tomato sauce and various other toppings.

“You sure know the way to a girl’s heart, Parker.”

You were too busy eying the pizza to notice the blush on Peter's cheeks at your words. You ate in companionable silence until you decided to bring up the elephant in the room.

“Why have you been so secretive recently, Petey? I know I'm not really your girlfriend, but it hurts when you don't tell me things.” You were embarrassed to ask, but you needed to know the truth.

“It's easier if I show you.” Peter said, standing up and making his over to your window. He held a hand out to you. “Do you trust me?”

“Are you quoting Aladdin at me right now?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

You chuckled and took his hand. “Of course I trust you.”

“Hold on tight.”

“What? Where are we go-HOLY SHIT PETER!!” Peter had stepped onto your roof, which wasn't that bad, but then the next thing you knew, you were soaring through the air as Peter used his webs to swing you from building to building.

It was absolutely terrifying at first, but after you got over the fear, you realized just how fun and exhilarating it was. You were flying through beautiful New York with your beautiful fake boyfriend.

You kept your arms wrapped tightly around Peter's neck as you admired the city that surrounded you. Your hair whipped around your face, and the chilly evening air nipped at your skin, but you loved it. You were kind of jealous that Peter got to do this all the time.

“Wow.” You murmured quietly. “This is so beautiful, Peter.”

“Yeah, it is.” Peter definitely wasn't looking at the cityscape when he responded.

After about an hour of swinging around the city, you and Peter ended up stopping on top of a building that was significantly taller than many of the buildings in New York.

There was a picnic blanket for you to sit on and some candles, meaning that Peter had picked this building specifically.

You and Peter sat down next to each other, Peter catching his breath and you trying to regain some feeling in your arms.

“Hey, you never answered my question!” You announced indignantly when you remembered the conversation at your house.

Peter chuckled and stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You did so curiously.

“Look.” Peter was at the edge of the building, and he nodded with his head for you to look down.

It didn't take you long to figure out what he wanted you to see. Strung across at least thirty buildings were giant letters. P R O M

You turned to look at Peter, who was holding a piece of paper with a question mark on it.

“You did all this...for me?” You asked softly as you felt your eyes tearing up. Peter was the sweetest person you had ever met.

Peter shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but it was, it was a huge deal. “Yeah. I wanted it to be special.”

“And that was why you've been so secretive with me.” You murmured in understanding. “You wanted Ned and MJ’s help in figuring out what route you should take and what buildings you should use.”

Peter nodded before he spoke. “Am I forgiven?” Peter asked, holding his arms out for a hug.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into the embrace. “I wasn't mad at you, Pete, just sad. But yeah, you're forgiven.”

Peter smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “So?”

“Of course I'll go to prom with you.” Peter's smile widened at your words, which you thought was odd, because going to prom together had been on your list.

“Did you like it?” Peter asked after a moment of comfortable silence. You were still locked in an embrace so you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Like it? Peter, I loved it. It was so thoughtful and seeing the city with you was amazing and-” Peter interrupted your sentence as he covered your mouth with his.

You were momentarily startled before you began kissing him back. His hands slipped down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You fisted a hand in his hair, tugging gently, and when Peter moaned softly, you slipped your tongue in his mouth.

His tongue met yours, playfully dancing with it, before you needed to catch your breath so you broke the kiss.

Your eyes met Peter’s, and they were so soft and warm and full of love, and you were positive that Peter could hear how loudly your heart was hammering in your chest.

“I'm in love with you.” You whispered, and you were relieved when Peter gave you a huge, blinding smile.

“And I am so in love with you.” Peter murmured back, and you sagged against him in relief.

“Thank god.”

“How long?” Peter asked curiously, but you were a little distracted by the hand that was stroking through your hair.

You felt your cheeks flame. “I've had a crush on you since about a month before you asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend. And I realized I was in love with you at Mr. Stark's party.”

“So about the same, then. I think I had a crush on you before you agreed to fake date me, but when you spent the night at my house and you curled up next to me, I knew for sure that I did. And I also realized that I was in love with you at Mr. Stark's party when you told me you loved me and kissed me.”

“So what I'm hearing is we could've been dating for real this whole time?” You asked with a chuckle.

Peter started laughing too. “Yeah, I guess you're right. For a couple of geniuses, we're pretty dumb.”

“The dumbest.” You agreed before kissing Peter again because you finally could.

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Peter was late for dinner, which wasn’t all that surprising, except that he hadn’t called you first. Usually if he got hung up on something, he would give you a call.

Your fingers was hovering over the call button when you heard rapid tapping on your window. You immediately opened it, and you were surprised to find Peter there, dressed in his Spider-Man suit and holding a very smelly dog.

“I’m so sorry I’m late for dinner.” Peter said apologetically, climbing in the window and moving to sit down on your bed.

“You are not putting that dog on my bed.” You said immediately, and Peter’s face fell.

“But Sandwich-”

“Needs a bath first.” You said firmly, scooping the dog out of his arms and carrying him to your bathroom. You plugged the drain and started to let the water fill up the tub. “Where did you find him?” You asked curiously, digging around under the sink until you found the half full bottle of dog shampoo.

“He was in a box in an alley when I was on patrol. I gave him a sandwich I found in the dumpster so he would let me pick him up. We can’t have dogs at our apartment, so I thought maybe he could stay with you for a bit.”

Peter knew that you already had a dog (Dozer, who he adored) so he was hoping you’d be able to convince your parents to let you keep Sandwich. It would break his heart to have to give Sandwich to a pound.

You chuckled as you carefully put Sandwich in the tub, spraying him with some lukewarm water and beginning to wash the dirt and grime from his fur. “Once he’s all cleaned up, there’s no way mom and dad will be able to say no.”

Peter chuckled and moved to help you bathe Sandwich. You stopped him with one arm.

“Nuh uh, you’re still wearing your suit and you’re gonna get it all wet.” Peter frowned.

“But I wanna help.”

“There’s some money on my desk, why don’t you go get us some subs? Sandwich deserves a good sandwich, not a dumpster sandwich.”

“It was all I had!” Peter said indignantly.

“I know, Pete.” You said, pulling him towards you with your dry hand to peck his lips. “But he wants a fresh one now, doesn’t he?” You asked, scratching Sandwich’s chin. His tail was wagging furiously and splashing water everywhere, but you couldn’t find it in you to be mad.

“Okay.” Peter agreed reluctantly. “I’ll be right back. Don’t do anything cute while I’m gone!” Peter said, pointing a finger at Sandwich.

You chuckled to yourself as Peter walked out of the bathroom, grumbling to himself. You shampooed Sandwich until the water ran clear, draining the dirty water and beginning to wrap Sandwich in a towel.

You hadn’t realized that Peter had left the door open, and you gulped as your dad walked by, peeking his head in.

“Whatcha got there?” He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the dog in your arms.

“This is Sandwich. He’s a stray Peter found.” Your dad’s expression was carefully blank, so you decided just to go for it. “Can we keep him?” You asked hopefully, and you were surprised when Sandwich jumped out of your arms and ran to your dad, the towel draped over him like a poncho.

Your dad smiled and picked up the damp dog, chuckling when Sandwich licked his nose.

“He can stay if he and Dozer get along, and if you and Peter start walking him and Dozer everyday.”

“Of course.” You agreed immediately. You were sure Dozer and Sandwich would get along great, and you and Peter walked Dozer almost everyday, anyway. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You wrapped your arms around your dad’s neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re welcome.” Your dad said, handing Sandwich back to you. He gave you another smile before making his way downstairs.

You grinned as you brought Sandwich back into your room, drying him off as best you could with the towel. “Did you hear that, buddy? You get to live with me.” You said excitedly, and Sandwich barked happily and licked your cheek.

You tossed the towel on the floor when you thought Sandwich was sufficiently dry, allowing him to roam around on your bed as you waited for Peter to get back with the sandwiches.

You found Dozer’s brush and began carefully using it to brush Sandwich. He arched towards it, clearing enjoying the attention. By the time Peter crawled in through your window, Sandwich looked like a completely new dog. His brown fur was shiny, and his eyes were bright and happy.

“Sandwich can stay!” You cheered as Peter handed you a sub.

“Really?” Peter asked in excitement, immediately beginning to pet and stroke Sandwich’s fur.

“Dad said yes as long as you and me walk him and Dozer everyday.” You said, taking a bite of your sandwich while Peter began feeding a meatball sub to Sandwich.

“That’s all?” Peter questioned in disbelief. “We already walk Dozer all the time anyway.”

“I know right? Isn’t this awesome?”

Peter nodded in agreement as Sandwich happily licked his fingers clean of all the remaining marinara sauce.

You finished your sandwich and flopped down on your bed, smiling as Peter curled up across from you, and Sandwich wiggled in between you.

“I love you, you know that?” Peter said quietly, and your heart swelled.

“I do, but it’s always nice to hear it.” You leaned over and kissed him sweetly, laughing as Sandwich started licking your chin. “I love you too.”

Peter smiled at you, and you turned on Netflix so you and Peter could relax with Sandwich snoozing contently in the middle of your bed. You had never been happier that Peter had asked you to be his fake girlfriend than you were in that moment.

In addition to getting a real boyfriend, you had met the Avengers and ended up with one of the cutest dogs on the planet. Life was good.

End. <3

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Maybe Not Part 2: Someone Else’s Baby

Summary: Part 2 of Maybe Not in which Ben finds out a little too late that he definitely wants to sweep you off your feet. Will you take him now?

Word count: 3687

A/N: There is a word count because it’s long guys. I am fully aware of the situation around Sony and Marvel sharing Spidey&co rights but for the sake of this one they are all just Marvel, okay? Okay. Also, it took me like two weeks writing this because it just didn’t seem to want to happen, although the awesome @rogertyalor lent me a hand in my time of need (I love you, thank you sooo much!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy, I tried to put this together about four times(?) but this is the final version and I’m happy with it! Blah!

Enjoy!!

You walked out of the lift with your assistant right behind you as you strutted all the way through the reception to the doors out of the hotel. Today you were going home after the wonderful end of the award season.

Lights flashed around in every direction once you stepped outside and the cameras captured the sight of you for prosperity or more accurately; for cheap gossip magazines.

The wonderful outfit put together on the last minute by your stylist for the long eleven-hour flight from the US to England consisted of a simple green retro Adidas tracksuit and a white bustier top that were paired with sneakers and a ponytail that gave your h/c hair a rest from the heat you had put it through during award season in order to look your absolute best.

Having received your first Oscar only two nights before for your role on room, you were officially a force to be reckoned with in the industry. The award for best actress would look good with your other baby: your Bafta. Along with the number of movies and plays you had been on since your childhood, it was obvious to the world that you were only getting better in your artistry.

Although the way to this day was fun, it was also paved with sweat and tears. Not everyone you relied on was there to see you grow out of your theatre child days, and the people who were had to conform with late night calls, rare brunch dates or straight up not seeing you for weeks or months while you did your research or trained as it had been the case before going into production with room, and before you took on the role of Jessica Drew. Who could have known that being a Spider on the big screen would open so many doors for you!

With the back door of the large SUV open, you stepped inside and sat with your assistant as she started cribbing in the agenda, while the car started moving she looked up and spoke from behind her pair of sunglasses, which she pushed on top of her head to lay as a headband of sorts on top of her dark blonde locks.

“You have a couple of days to yourself next week,” she smiled, her brows arching up. “tomorrow you have interviews in the morning and Maggie is meeting you at 5:00.”

Maggie, your manager, wanted to see you to have a chat about what the next steps in your career would be, as well as laying down the agenda for the year since you would be playing Spider-Woman again for the next Avengers, shooting was still a month away and you needed to be back on the gym soon if you wanted to feel entirely comfortable in your tight suit.

“Thank you, Liz.” You nodded and turned your attention to your phone.

Fishing the large flat apparatus from your Gucci backpack you unlock the screen and find a bunch of texts crowding your notifications, making you giggle as you go through some of them. Tom’s brother and amazing photographer Harry had decided that the best way of spending his morning was sending you pictures of himself with your lovely Savvy while he doggysat for both you and his brother. Although you loved to see your baby girl having a good time you hated to be away from her, since you were invited by Taika to become Spider-Woman and lead the way with your own solo film to introduce the character you were away from home a lot and Savvy sometimes had to stay home with your parents while you worked.

Along the messages there were some from Ben, who had taken the flight back home a day earlier than you, having only enough time to recover from the major hungover he gave himself after partying like it was ‘99 after the Oscars.

His texts ranged from “hey, how’s the prettiest Academy Award Winner in history?” to “I was wondering if you needed someone to pick you up from the airport? I’m offering if it wasn’t obvious enough Y/N.”

“Oh, damn…” you said out loud and turned your gaze at Liz, who cocked a brow your way with her own phone in her hands, “Ben’s offering to pick me up when we land.”

Liz let out a huff.

“Didn’t you say he never paid attention to you?” She accused you with narrowed eyes.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you thought about the old story. It came up after the first time Liz arrived at your place early one morning and Ben was already there in his comfy sweatpants, upon seeing you in your pj’s your assistant nearly had a heart attack thinking she had intruded in your personal life - wink, wink. Lucky for her Ben was clearly close to you but as his eyes showed nothing more than care towards you and his hands only found your hair to mess with the very top of it, Liz’s nerves were put at ease until your friend left and you were able to explain in full length that although you did have a huge crush on him it was only that and nothing ever would come out of it.

“He did not!” Your voice went up an octave, this was weird for you too. “Do you think he might be over-compensating?”

Liz shrugged as she looked up at the ceiling of the car. You twisted your mouth to the side and bit on the inside of your cheek as you pondered this.

“Does he know you’re landing at like 2:00 in the morning?”

You and Liz turn your heads to look at each other with small smiled appearing on your faces.

“Tell him!” She urges you, “that way you can tell me what happened when I pick you up.”

“Alright, alright!” You giggle as you send him a text to let him know you’d love it if he picked you up.

After putting your phone down on your lap you looked out the window. All the way to the airport you were caught up in your head; truth be told, you and Ben had distanced from each other since before you signed the contract with Marvel. After the tragic exchange you had at the dog park things never were the same, you could see Ben taking a step back from your relationship.

It did not change from one to the next, but every time you felt less like his friend and more like an acquaintance. Ben no longer arrived at your place for breakfast, he stopped texting you altogether after a while and all your contact would be through comments on your Instagram stories. From time to time you would meet at an event or see each other at friend’s parties or gatherings. All in all, you had only remained up to date with each other’s life to an extent, but nothing like it was before. You doubted it would ever be like it used to be, and blamed it on the afternoon at the park.

“Get out of your head, we need to go across the airport and the cameras are everywhere Y//N!”

Liz snapped her fingers in front of your face and made sure to put your phone away in her bag before the two of you went on a quest to avoid the comments and questions from the people taking pictures.

While you waited in line to get your stuffed checked by the security you heard Liz go on about what Ben was really looking for.

“Obviously he saw you with James and got jealous…” she sighed overdramatically, “good for him!”

“I’m sure he just wants to be a better friend, we did have a ball at all the parties…” You shrugged it off.

It was not until about eleven hours later that you landed back home. The media in London was going nuts over your win at the Oscars and it was overwhelming, to say the least, the reception you got with paps piling around the open spaces at the airport, the lights that blinded you and the yelling, oh the yelling!

“Are you now dating McAvoy?! Y/N! Y/N! Are you?!” Some of them yelled, somehow expecting you would give them any sort of answer.

With Liz and the security people walking you through to the exit, you held your phone close to your chest, not even able to reply to Ben’s texts as you had a small reminder of what everyone in British media was apparently going crazy about the pictures of you and James McAvoy taken while you were backstage at award show.

James was someone you’d known for quite some time since you first met while on the set of Penelope back in 2005, and upon seeing you win such an important award he was quick to find you backstage and wrap you in a tight hug that felt nothing else but fraternal, although it looked like something even romantic to everyone around the world. Deciding on staying close for the reminder of the evening did not help too much either with the gossips going around, traveling at the speed of broadband across the world…

So of course, by the time you saw Ben’s car outside you were aware of the confusion about to fly all the way back to America and hit the US media with full force as the passenger’s door was open and Liz got some security people organized to put your luggage in the boot. Ben’s face was unmistakable even behind the large RayBans and black cap. You stepped inside and covered your eyes with your hand as you watched the door being closed by your assistant.

“Get some sleep, I’ll see you at 10:00!”

Everything was - as is always was with the paparazzi, confusion, but Ben had a clearer mind than you and with one last glance at the mirrors, he put his hand on the stick and changed gears to start moving the car.

“Hey!” You finally managed to say as you left the blinding flashes behind.

“Hey you,” Ben said in an odd voice, cheery yet raspy as if he had been asleep.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to actually agree to come to get me.” You managed to say before a yawn hit you and you had to cover your mouth to let it out. “Thank you, though. Liz is happy to be going straight home!”

Ben let out a laugh and a small side smile appeared on his face, as he jokingly started teasing you.

“Well, of course! I did it for her, what did you think?”

Ben put his RayBans on the dashboard and you stared at his profile, tracing the outline of his little nose with your gaze as if by doing this you would be able to remember him better until the next time you had the chance to see him.

“Uh, do you want her number? I can hook you up!” You pushed some strands of your hair back, feeling like a complete mess after the long flight, “she’s like... 27…” You closed one of your eyes as you tried your best to remember Liz’ birthday, which you were sure was coming up in the near future.

“Gee, thanks!” Ben put one of his hands out as he kept the other one on the wheel. “I think I’ve got yours, that’s all I need.”

Laughing lightly you sniffed and crossed your arms over your chest feeling tired. The thing about flights like the one you just got off of was that you did not really rest while you napped up there and you arrived in the middle of the night so your body was ready to be tucked in.

“I never noticed,” you said and reached out to touch Ben’s ear, “there is this tiny little...mole on your ear.”

As you examined his ear Ben giggled and took the cap off, allowing for you to have the best view possible of his ear, which turned bright pink as you captured it between your fingers in your drowsy state of mind.

“How are you?” He wondered once you dropped your hands on your lap and looked out the window.

With one glance, Ben was smiling; you looked the same as you had looked before, when you were so close you would basically tell each other everything. You had braced yourself and laid your head on the side of the seat as you sat somewhat wrong with your body turned halfway to face him as he drove.

“I’m very happy, thanks.” You commented, “I’ve got a lot of work,l some is wanted and some is just...part of the job I guess. I have to get to the gym on Monday though...but yeah, I’m doing quite well. You?”

Ben stopped at a red light not too far from your home and turned his head to look at you with a nod before explaining to you that he was doing fine too.

“Playing Roger Taylor changed my life, I think I’m getting more attention from casting directors now.”

You hummed in glee. Happy for him, knowing he was a talented young man with a bright future since the day you met him, it made you proud and happy to see that he was climbing his way to the top.

“I haven’t watched the film, you know?” You admitted out of the blue. “I’ve seen some clips, but I’ve been so busy! Marvel’s sucking the youth out of me, Ben!”

“Could be worse, you could have to wear no shirt for your scenes…” he shrugged and kept driving when the light turned green.

“Ben, that is only bad for you, everyone else is just sitting at the cinema watching your gorgeous face match up with your wonderful abs. I don’t know why would I have to wear a skin-tight suit in which, by the way: I’m not even able to wear proper underwear with...that will end up being edited on the post anyway.”

“Underwear is overrated, Y/N, what are you talking about?” Ben said half-jokingly.

You cocked a brow at him and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes for the hundredth time that day.

“I don’t know what you are talking about… first thing I’m doing when I get home: put on some fresh underwear.”

Ben gave you a funny look before turning his attention back at the road. After only a few more minutes you arrived at your place, Ben helped you get out of the car and together pulled your luggage out of the boot of the car, going inside you realised that the house felt too quiet without Savvy. Ben followed behind you and waited until you closed the door, making sure you were safe inside.

“Ugh, I hate time zones…” you mumbled as you kicked your sneakers off, “no shoes in the house, Benjamin!”

He took off his shoes too and followed with your bags hanging from his shoulders and your large suitcase rolling beside him as you made your way to your bedroom through the long hallway.

It was slightly odd for both; Ben felt as if it had been only yesterday the last time he was here with you, but it also felt like he somehow had let you down when he noticed your pouty smile and the way you stood across from him, your shoulders back your hair a few inches longer than he ever remembered seeing it, you were, of course, the same person…

But the blonde had to admit, he was taken aback when he saw you on the first trailer for that Spider-Man film. You looked entirely different, and only by seeing your performance in that three minute clip he could tell you had been working on your craft, delivering lines with so much emotion it was almost funny that you were playing a comic book character - which was, in fact, the reason why Taika wanted you in on the project. Your follow up projects had been amazing, both with critics and audiences. You became a go-to blockbuster name, picking the best scripts and giving your all for every single take in your projects. Directors would not stop talking about how wonderful working with you was, other actors who had the pleasure of sharing screen time with you praised your professionalism and dedication to the thespian’s job. Ben spent the past couple of years feeling envy of everyone who got to not just work with you but spend time with the wonderful, funny, smart girl that you were.

“Oh, loverboy is on a mood again because Y/N posted another photo from the set of Avengers last night.” Joe would mock him.

He was not wrong, Ben had been thinking about you in ways he did not think he would ever do. His mind often took him to these images in his mind whenever he saw pictures of you with Tom Holland or Tom Hardy. The other Hardy was a tough one to get through to him, you two looked like the best of friends and sharing a love for Staffies you seemed to be unable to keep posting pictures of Tom playing with your dog on your ig stories.

But the definite last straw for Ben had been that flirty kiss you put on James' cheek at the Vanity Fair party after the Oscars. To you, it had been a friendly little kiss to someone who you admired and loved, yet it looked different under the bright flash and zoom of a professional pap camera.

“Thanks, Ben! You’re the best...” You called back at him as you walked into your bathroom to get changed for bed.

Ben stood in the middle of the room for a moment before taking out his phone and looking at the time, it was already almost four in the morning. He realised now that he did not think it through before sending you that text. He wanted to be with you, tell you this; but how? You were just so tired and as you said in the car: busy too! He would only be a nuisance.

He rested his hand on the edge of your dresser and let his eyes scan the few things on top, one of them a frame. The picture, he noticed was one of himself and you in the theatre after performing together for the last time. He had held you up in his arms and your mother had taken the picture, proud of her daughter.

A sigh escaped his lips. He knew you were not that young, it was also the way you listened to him, even though you had little time to speak to him you would always ask him how he was doing and always cared when he was not convincing enough to ask him again and get him to talk.

“Ugh, much better!” You opened the bathroom door, taking Ben out of his thoughts.

He looked up, his eyes scanning over your frame as you wore your old pjs, the ones he knew from almost three years ago.

“Winnie the Pooh does suit you.” He complimented you.

“Ha-ha.” You dropped your clothes on the laundry basket making sure your underwear was out of sight as you had changed it too for a fresh pair of knickers. “Are you gonna stay?”

Ben blinked in confusion, although by the look of things you did not mean anything but sleeping.

“I… should get going…” Ben scratched the back of his neck as you pulled the covers away from your bed.

“You can...I mean if you want to!” You rushed to say, “Liz is bringing breakfast in the morning and I bet it will be good.” You made your way up to him. “Besides, I would prefer you to stay.”

You wrapped your arms around Ben’s middle and snuggled up to his chest while he registered the moment and put his arms around you too, hugging you.

“Just stay. Please?” You mumbled, already half asleep wrapped in Ben’s warmth.

He gave up the second you put your hands on him, but he thought this should also be the moment he manned up and admitted his mistake from a while ago.

“Okay...but, Y/N?” he waited for you to look up.

When you tilted your head back and your e/c eyes met his green ones, he put his hand on your cheek and caressed it as he spoke again. Licking his lips he threw himself headfirst into the cliff, hoping not to land on rejection.

“I’d love to stay,” he paused, his small lips pursed for a second, “but I’d love to take you out on a date even more….”

Your jaw dropped as even in your sleep deprived state you remembered the way he so nonchalantly rejected you before...although it was undeniable the throbbing in your heart as you felt excitement over this possibility. Ben liked you.

“That’s such a suave thing to say!” You chuckled, “but yeah, I’d let you take me out and sweep me off my feet. Right now, actually...you could sweep me off my feet and put me there?” You pointed at the bed with your index finger and closed your eyes with a large sleepy smile on your face.

“Oh my god, you’re lucky I’m not a creep - like that Holland boy...”

Ben pulled you up in his arms and carried you bridal style to the bed, laying down and tucking you in.

“Are you jealous, Ben?” You giggled from the bed, watching him climb past you and into the bed next to you.

He put his arm under the pillow and turned to you as you rolled on your side to be facing him.

“Hm, goodnight Ben.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You cupped his face and kissed his cheek, almost certain that you were being pulled closer by your future boyfriend’s arm as you fell asleep at home - finally!

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy angst #ben hardy x you #maybe not part 2 #maybe not

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Brothers in Everything but Blood - Chapter 2: Meeting Spider-man

Click here for Chapter 1.

Part 4 of the Never Truly Gone series

Also available at AO3.

Harley’s one time visit turned into an overnight, twice a month thing at Tony’s workshop ever since he met Peter. No complaints there; that only meant more time to play with awesome tech and work on the ASM with him. He liked Peter Parker. It's like having a younger, better behaved brother, unlike his sister and her celebrity obsessions.

Although, Harley had a feeling there’s more to him than a genius fellow intern. At first, he thought it was just the often expected jealousy he should feel when he had to share Tony’s time and attention but, he didn’t feel jealous at all. He’s already an older brother to an excitable little sister so, sharing wasn’t a big deal. In fact lately, he’d been feeling a little protective over his new friend in light of the recent things he observed.

There were times when Peter came in with bruises and Harley’s first reaction was anger. His memories of years being bullied at school - along with the fights he had with her sister’s bullies - were pushed to the forefront of his mind. He confronted Peter about it once but the guy’s adamant the bruises were just him being hopelessly clumsy. Harley doubted it though, the steady way Peter handled the dangerous chemicals at the workshop proved otherwise. No, those bruises were from bullies, or maybe New York’s really as dangerous as most folks back home would say.

Harley asked Tony about it once when it was just the two of them - Peter said he would be late - and all he said was, “He’s just clumsy.” Tony sucks at lying. They’ve known each other for years, he should know he couldn’t lie to Harley.

“Right, and I’m more of a saint than Mother Teresa.” Harley raised an eyebrow at his mentor.

“Kid,” Tony sighed before he faced him, “it’s Peter’s business.”

“You’re not the type that would leave things like this alone, especially if it involves someone you personally know.” He narrowed his eyes.

“I know.” A hesitant pause. “Okay, Peter does have a bully-”

“His school’s in Midtown, right?”

“Whoa, wait.” Tony placed his arm around his shoulders. “Are you really going to his school, potato boy?”

“That reminds me. I can test out my new potato gun.”

“New?!” Tony’s incredulous.

“It’s Mark 10.”

“Harley, you- you have to let Peter handle it.”

“I just,” he huffed, “just really hate bullies.”

“I know.” Tony smiled fondly at him. He seemed to be mulling over something before he spoke again. “Alright, those bruises aren’t from this bully. The dickwad never resort to physical harm so, it’s something else.”

“At home?” He scowled.

“Oh no! Aunt Hottie is scary when mad but he loves Peter with her whole life.”

“Okay then.” He’s still determined to find out what’s going on and it looked like Tony’s aware of that.

“It’s not my story to tell but, maybe in time, you’ll figure it out.” Tony’s eyes sparkled like those times he gave him puzzles, confident that he could solve them. Challenge accepted!

---

Peter came in later with a busted lip and a sheepish smile. Tony saw him first and he definitely didn’t like what he saw.

“Kid, what the hell?!” Tony blurted out.

“Sorry, sorry. I know I’m late. It won’t ha-”

“That’s not what he meant, dude! What happened to you?” Harley pointed at his friend’s face. Who the hell did that to him?!

“Oh, uuh… I-I bumped into a street lamp.” Peter blushed.

“Really now?” If Tony’s raised eyebrows could reach his hairline, it would.

“Y-yeah.” Peter let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m okay! Just didn’t pay attention.”

“If you say so, here.” Harley sighed and retrieved an ice pack from their mini-fridge and tossed it towards the guy. Harley swore Peter didn’t look at the tossed ice pack. He was about to apologize but Peter effortlessly caught it. It was impressive… and suspicious. “Whoa! Got a sixth sense or somethin’?”

“Just luck! Lucky.” Peter nervously chuckled then gave him a tight-lipped smile. At the corner of his eye, he saw Tony facepalm.

“You got luck in opposite extremes, dude.” Harley laughed when suddenly, he received a notification on his phone. As he pulled it out of his pocket, he absent-mindedly saw Tony walk towards Peter as they conversed in whispers. It was a Twitter notification. His sister often tagged him in memes.

@harhar spidey’s at it again! lmao! you met him yet?

It was a tweet from The Daily Bugle but the source wasn’t important. The picture attached was glorious! it's like the dark clouds parted, a ray of sun bathed him with light and a choir of angels sang Allelujah!

Huh.

Harley grinned like the devil. This would be fun.

---

Harley loved the comfortable silence in the workshop once all three started working. They worked together like a well-oiled machine; not much words needed, just looks and signals. This time though, Harley decided to disrupt the flow a bit.

“So Tony, when are you going to introduce me to Spider-man?” Harley almost snorted when he saw Peter freeze in the corner of his eye. Harley feigned ignorance, of course.

“That depends if he’s free. Why the sudden interest?” Harley looked up and saw Tony’s genuine question.

“Well, my little sister Faith - you remember, wanna be an actress, obnoxious - she’s a huge fan. Like real huge. She even got this life-size cut-out of Spider-man and lugged it around at a party back home.” He desperately reined in his amusement when he saw Peter’s red-as-a-tomato face.

“Really?” Tony narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yeah, here.” He pulled out the photo he took of Faith hugging her Spider-man cut-out from his phone and showed it to Tony. “See?”

“Huh.” Tony smirked. Harley then turned the phone to let Peter see too and he wasn’t disappointed at his reaction.

“Where-where did she-where did she get that?” Peter crossed his arms.

“She’s part of this fan club; said she won it at a raffle.” With wide eyes, Peter looked at Tony at the mention of a fan club. “That’s the internet for you. They have fandoms for pretty much anythin’. Did you guys know there are Spider-man fanfiction stories? She told me all about it.” He gave Tony a slight smirk and at that moment, he knew Tony knows he knew. He watched as Tony’s eyes sparkled with mischief for a second before he played along.

“Is that so? Is it as huge as mine’s.”

“Nah, Spidey's new so there's not that many, yet.” Harley saw Peter desperately trying to get back to work and feign nonchalance but his fidgety fingers won’t let him. “I scanned some of them. There’s action, angst, comedy and then, there’s a lot - and I mean a lot - of smut.”

“W-w-what?!” Oh, Peter. Harley’s delighted though.

“Yeah. One time, when I was really concerned, had to make sure Faith's internet searches are PG so I checked out some of the stories. Faith’s only eleven, by the way.”

“Yeah.” Tony said..

“Yeah, so I stumbled into one story about a risqué night between Spidey and this mugging victim he rescued. He was invited to the victim’s house as a thank you. Then he was offered coffee before they both went in the bedroom where they-”

“Mr. Stark," Peter jumped, "I-I-I have to make a call! Have to tell May I’ll be late. She’ll be mad if I don’t, ya know?”

“You can just use FRIDAY, kid.”

“No, it’s cool, cool, cool, cool. I’ll just-I’ll just step out of the workshop for a bit. Be right back.” Peter almost ran out of the workshop; his face in danger of being permanently red. As soon as the door closed behind him, Tony signalled for FRIDAY to soundproof the workshop before they both laughed their asses off.

“Oh god!” Tony wiped the tears off his eyes. “You’re a little shit, Harley!”

“Can’t help it!” Harley wheezed. “Just wanna confirm my suspicions but Peter just made it so easy!”

“How did you find out?” Harley pulled out the photo from the tweet and showed it to Tony. “Oh great, that's gonna trend."

"It is trending. Got it from a Daily Bugle tweet."

"His Spidey sense - he named it - is still evolving. So…" He gestured at the Harley's phone.

"Whoa! So he does have a sixth sense!"

"Among other things. Are you gonna tell him you know?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna see how long I can keep this goin’." Harley grinned.

---

Apparently, fate decided to speed things along. It was later that day, a few hours before Harley’s supposed to fly back home to Rose Hill, when he told Tony and Peter his plan to go to the city on his own and just experience it all. Oh and, Faith asked for a Spider-man merchandise and apparently, the compound didn’t have a gift shop.

”Seriously? Not even any official Spidey merch?” He was dubious.

”He didn’t accept the Avengers position so, no.” Was that a hint of sadness from Tony? Hmm...

He was tempted to ask Peter where he could buy them but decided to give the guy a break. Instead, he asked FRIDAY and she gave him a list of all possible places, most of them were in Chinatown. So, Chinatown it was. Happy dropped him off at the corner of Broadway and Canal St. with a stern warning.

“Kid, you have an hour. If you’re not in this exact spot later, you find yourself a way to the airport.”

“Awww Happy, your Grumpy is showin’.” He grinned and he earned a glare for that cheek. In true Happy fashion, the tires of the Audi screeched as he drove to get away. Harley chuckled as he walked along Canal St.

New York never failed to fascinate Harley what with all the diverse cultures and personalities he wouldn’t see in Tennessee. There are a lot of bootleg stuff too, perfect for his non-billionaire budget so he thought he could buy a purse for his mom along with the plush Spidey toy for Faith.

It only took him around thirty minutes to buy gifts then food - he got hungry - and walk around Canal St and thought he could go and venture out to smaller streets. Ever since he told his mom about the internship visits to New York, she’d been so worried for him. Can’t blame her though, most stories that came out of New York were of aliens, kidnappings and other crimes. So, before she agreed to the arrangement, she explicitly warned him to be cautious and to not be stupid. Harley knew he was being stupid as soon as he saw three men with baseball bats and metal pipes. They seemed to surround something on the ground and as Harley walked closer, the situation became clearer.

“Just give us the money or else!”

“P-p-please, I-I-I can’t!” A boy cowered in a corner, a backpack in his arms. “It’s m-money for my mom’s m-m-medicine.”

“You think we care ‘bout that?!” The mugger laughed and mocked the boy. “Give us the fucking money or you won’t go back home to your mom!”

Damnit! Harley looked around for something he could use but all he saw was half a brick and a brown broken leg of a table. Well, better than nothin’. He picked up both. He aimed at the leader’s head and threw the brick. Bullseye!The yelp from the guy made Harley smirk.

“Muggin’ a helpless boy,” he tutted, “ya’ll so pathetic.” Harley’s southern accent always got thicker in stressful situations. The guy he threw a brick at growled and stalked towards him.

“Look guys, a country bumpkin!” The others followed suit menacingly.

“Kid,” Harley looked at the cowering boy, “get outta here!” The boy didn’t need telling twice. He stood and ran away from the scene. The muggers continued to walk closer to Harley as they brandished their weapons.

“You shoulda just walked away, southern boy.” Harley clenched his jaw, both hands on the piece of wood he found and braced himself for a fight. One of the guys raised his bat but before he could do more, a web latched on to it and was pulled out of his hands. When the guy looked up, he was webbed and pulled towards the wall where he got stuck.

“What the fuck?!” The other two looked around in fear.

“Hey, guys!” Spider-man landed beside the head mugger then swept the guys leg off the floor. As soon as the guy landed on his ass, Spidey webbed him to the floor. “I’m Spider-man. Nice to meet you!”

Whoa! Harley was amazed! It was one thing to watch Spider-man from potato quality videos and it’s another to see him fight in person. When Spidey successfully webbed up the last guy, Harley just remembered then regretted not pulling out his camera to take a video of it. Damnit! Good job, me.

“Hey, you okay?” Spider-man asked him. Harley looked at the muggers and saw they’re all knocked out. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, no. I’m good. I’m good. Thanks, Peter. Hoo boy! That was, that was scary! New York, huh?” Harley grinned at Spidey and lightly punched him on the arm but the guy just froze and stared at him, the eyes on his mask were wide open. “What? Whoa!” Spidey suddenly carried him and swung up a building’s empty rooftop.

“Oh my god!” Harley exclaimed as soon as they landed. “That was awesome! So that’s how it felt like! Faith’s not gonna believe this!”

“How did-When did-How-What the-” Spidey seemed like he was about to hyperventilate.

“Ok, calm down. Breathe.” They both took calming breaths and let the adrenaline rush ebb away.

“Did-did Mr. Stark tell you?” Spidey asked as soon as they’re both calm.

“Nah, I figured it out.” He smirked.

“How?” Harley pulled out his phone and showed him the picture from The Daily Bugle tweet. It’s a collage of burst mode photos of Spider-man as he successfully avoided a flying drone but then he swung face first to a street lamp. “Street lamp, huh?” He grinned.

“Wait, that could’ve been just a coincidence.”

“Yeah but your reaction when I told you guys about my sister’s Spidey obsession was hilarious and a dead giveaway. That and the freaky sixth sense you have.” Spidey groaned.

“Are you telling me that-that smut story was real?!”

“Nah, I made that up.” Harley chuckled as the other huffed in relief. Then again, Harley’s a little shit. “But there are Spidey smut fanfics. Loads of them.” He cackled when Spidey groaned.

“Can’t believe this.”

“Oh please, you’re a nerd. You’re in the Star Wars fandom. You should know these things.”

“Yeah but, I’m just-just Spider-man.” He shrugged.

“Hey, you’re doing great things. You save people so of course a lot of them would love you. Just umm,” Harley side hugged Spidey, “if you don’t want to be scarred, don’t google yourself without SafeSearch on.”

“Harley!” He gasped. Harley couldn’t help but let out an evil laugh.

“Come on, that’s solid advice.”

“Oh my god!”

“Ok, seriously, what else can you do? Those webs aren’t organic, right?”

“No, I made them.”

“That explains the huge bottles of chemicals in the workshop.”

“I have umm, enhanced strength, senses, really fast healing and I stick to everything.”

“Everything? Even a sheer surface like glass?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm, interesting. Even a non-stick pan?”

“I umm… I actually don’t know. I’ll test it out later.”

“Let me know, okay?” Harley grinned.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, before I forget, do you mind if I take a selfie with you?” Someone in Tennessee’s gonna flip.

“No, it’s okay.” After they took a selfie, Harley sent it over to his sister and, as he expected, he received a Facetime request. “Oh umm. Brace your ears.” He warned before he accepted. A piercing squeal - the pigeons perched at the rooftop flew to get away from the noise - came from Harley’s phone as Faith’s image appeared.

“HARLEY!!!!!!!!”

“Hey sis, meet my friend.”

“Hi, Faith!” Spidey waved and Faith let out another squeal. Harley could feel Spidey freeze by his side.

“Jeez Faith, stop screeching! You’re hurting his ears. He’s got enhanced senses.”

“Sorry, sorry…” Faith whispered. “Oh my god, you know my name. Hi Spidey, I love you!” She used her hands to form a heart shape.

“Umm…” Harley could tell he didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Faith...” Harley warned.

“Okay, okay… Sorry. It’s just, I’m a big fan! Hi!”

“Sis, you get one question then Spidey needs to go fight crime and save people, alright?”

“Okay, umm… Do you have a girlfriend?” Harley rolled his eyes. Of all the- He should’ve seen this coming.

“Umm, no. No, I don’t.” Bless his heart. He bravely answered. Faith screamed again.

“Alright, that’s enough. Bye, Faith!”

“No, wait! Wai-” Harley ended the call and sighed.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, no, no, it’s fine.”

“Don’t let that get in your head.”

“No, of course not!”

“Good. Oh, shit!” Harley looked at his watch. “Happy’s gonna kill me.”

“Come on, I’ll get you there faster.” Spidey, with his arm around Harley’s waist, lifted him before he jumped off the building. Harley loved the feeling of swinging. It was like being on a rollercoaster. It gave him an idea though. What if one day he could fly too?

---

Before going to bed that night, Harley grinned as he received a message from Peter. It’s a photo of a pan stuck on his hand with a message, “Yup, I can.”

#harley keener #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #iron man #spiderson #iron dad #brotp #brotherhood #family

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