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That’s Stark’s Boy *Peter Parker x Reader*

Chapter Twelve

Summary: After getting kicked out of school and following the wrong crowd your mother sends you to live with your father - at least you’re away from her layabout boyfriend. But your dad happens to be Tony Stark, he enrolled you into a new school and enlisted the help of his faithful protege to help you feel welcome. Not only are you the new kid but you gotta balance the Stark Expectations AND you’re living with a bunch of heroes… also, lest you forget that a certain red-suited hero makes it difficult to keep your sexuality a secret.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male!Reader / Tony Stark (dad) x Reader (son)

Warnings: Swearing, SO MUCH FLUFF!! So many words! If i made mistakes, please forgive me

Word Count: 5567 (why so many for a first date chapter?)

A/N: This is set a week AFTER the kidnapping, I just wanted to speed things along. Also, people have been asking me how much time has passed, I’mma say roughly three-six months. Peter gets the courage to ask you an important question! - Rosalie

<Previously< O >Next>

*One Week After Kidnapping Event: Peter’s POV*

“You STILL haven’t asked out Y/N!” Mj pushed Peter into his locker, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her black ankle boot against the floor.

Peter rubbed his elbow, “Ow!” pouting when she rolls her eyes, “I just- He’s just- I don’t know how to, okay?” He exclaims, “I’ve never asked a guy out and if it’s anything like how I ask girls out then… he better run, let’s be real.”

Mj sighs, rolling her eyes. “You two are impossible, he likes you, you like him. What’s holding you back?”

Peter shuts his locker, “Honestly, crippling rejection,” he glances at Mj, “I really like him, Mj. More than I’ve liked anyone, I can’t mess this up and I can’t lose him either.”

She nods her head, smiling slightly, “Peter, I say this cause I might care about you a little bit,” Peter chuckles and stops to face her, “You’ve got nothing to worry about when it comes to asking Y/N out, you won’t be rejected. You’d be surprised by how much he likes you back, I’m his best friend, he tells me everything.”

Peter frowns, “I thought I was his best friend?”

“No, I am.” Mj rolls her eyes, “Ned is your best friend, I’m Y/N’s. You two are boyfriend’s, but you’re both too stupid and awkward to get to that stage, so you’re in this weird limbo area. Dancing between besties and boyfriend’s, it’s annoying and cringe to watch.” She shrugs her shoulders, giving a one finger salute as she backs away, “ask him out, take him to the movies tomorrow, he’s been dying to spend some time alone with you; free of Ned and myself,” Mj pivots on her heel and leaves the school building.

Peter sighs quietly to himself, how Mj knew everything still surprised him. She’s likely a spy, that’s a thought for another day though. He quickly runs out of the school building, eager to get home and plan how to ask you out. Not like he hadn’t extensively thought it out before, especially when on Spidey duty; even asked Karen for tips, she wasn’t that helpful.

He burst through his apartment door, throwing himself down on the plush sofa and sighing. It has been a full week since the incident; since you admitted that you actually liked Peter and then got mad when you discovered he is Spider-Man. Neither of you has had a conversation about what you said, about how he asked you out dressed as Spider-Man. Peter suspected you just wanted to forget the whole thing, pretend that it never happened and move on.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” May’s voice snaps Peter back to reality. “Not hurt from-”

Peter shakes his head, “No, nothing like that,” his hand grabs the tv remote and flicks it on, just to distract himself. “Trying to mentally prepare myself for asking someone out and then getting rejected,” his brown eyes sweep over to his aunt who raises an eyebrow at her nephew.

“Peter, whoever rejects you is an idiot,” she sits beside him, “any way you’ve asked out people before, right?”

“Well, yeah, but this one is different. I really like them, plus we’re kinda close and I don’t want to ruin a friendship by making things awkward over feelings, ya know?” he explains, hoping his Aunt would somehow understand his dilemma.

She nods slowly with a small smile, nudging him playfully. “Yes, I understand. I was a teenager too, once upon a time,” Peter chuckles lightly, glancing at May, “Peter, if you don’t take a chance and go for it you’ll regret it and wonder what could’ve been. If your uncle never took the chance on me, never got the courage to ask me out… I wouldn’t have had the best years of my life.”

Peter’s throat tightens at the mention of his uncle, nodding slowly with a watery smile, “I guess, he would want me to, wouldn’t he?”

There’s a brief pause of silence. Not because May is hesitant to answer his question, but because it’s been some time since they’ve talked openly about uncle Ben. Peter guessed by not talking about him, he was somehow easing May’s pain. The small smile on her face contradicts that, she gives a lighthearted chuckle as she leans back against the sofa.

“Peter, he’d be telling you to go for it,” there’s no sadness in her words now, just affection, “He’d tell you to dive right in, not care about consequences, Ben would have been ushering you out of the house to ask them in person and your dad would be telling you to plan it,” Peter smiles at her fond smile, “But, Peter, sometimes you gotta not care about the fear of rejection because there are moments when those crazy, bold moments really do pay off and this could be one of them.”

Peter sighs heavily, eyes watching the tv screen but mind too preoccupied to consume what was on. His head was swimming with the information May had just told him, he made a mental note to talk with May more about his family, only because she looked so happy when doing so. He gives a glance to May, who is invested in the show and sipping her coffee, he gently nods to himself and stands up.

As he stands he can feel May’s eyes on him, watching him from the corner of her eyes. He nervously walks towards his room, mind reeling with what to say and how to say it. Peter opens the door slowly, looking over his shoulder but May just grins, giving him a thumbs up of encouragement. Peter smiles tentatively and shuts his door.

He paces his room’s floor a couple of times, phone now out and in his hand. Your contact is pulled up and he’s debating whether to text or call, he should do it in person but he’s just too nervous to actually face you. Plus rejection is so much more easier to handle over the phone. He climbs up on his bed, laying down with a huff, biting his lip as he calls you.

The phone rings for a few seconds before he hears your voice, “Whaddup’ Pete?” You sound echoey, “Heads up, you’re on loudspeaker, no swearing or Pepper will have a cow.” Peter hears a faint ‘Shut up!’, he assumes it’s Miss Pott’s. “I’m actually doing homework, can you believe?” Peter chuckles, “It seems too easy, does that mean I’m getting it wrong or am I just smart?”

“A little of both, possibly,” Peter’s smiling, “So… I kinda wanted to ask you something, is anyone around you?” he bites his bottom lip, the nervous swarm of butterflies are in the pit of his stomach.

You hum down the other end, “Go for it, I am all ears- well, not all ears, I have two but they’re listening to you and no one is here, Pepper has ran off, think Tony blew himself up-I should check on him too.” Peter raises his eyebrows at your rambling and hears you sigh, “feel free to shut me up.”

“I like listening to you talk,” Peter says unthinkingly, blushing when you start laughing, “what are you doing tomorrow?” he blurts out, shutting his eyes because that’s somehow gonna help the bittersweet of rejection.

“Umm, nothing. Tony’s meeting with Rhodey and General Ross, so I am alone. Why?”

Peter nods, even though you can’t see him, “Want to go to the movies tomorrow?” It’s silent, only for a second but that’s a second too long, “With me? Obviously, I don’t know why I added that you know with me.”

A muffled laugh over the phone eases Peter’s heart, “Of course, weirdo.” Peter smiles victoriously to himself, “what does Ned want to see this time?” His heart clenches again, you think it’s with the group.

He can either have you believe it’s with the group or tell you that’s it’s just you and him. Alone. No other friends. That it’s a date.

“Umm-haha-yeah, some horror, I think.” He wants to punch himself in the face, slapping his other hand over his eyes and screaming inside his head.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t be late again,” Peter chuckled lightly before hanging up.

Peter remains laying on his bed, the phone being dropped to beside his head on the pillow. He asked you out, that’s something and you had said yes, but under the pretence that it’s a group thing. He’s going to have to call Ned and Mj up now and invite them along to the movies.

Unless he just says they bailed at the last second. Then it’ll just be you two, you’ll have a good time and it will turn into a date anyway. An “unplanned” date. That could totally work, it happens in the movies all the time. Two people hang out together, that never normally hang out alone, it turns into an unplanned date, it goes well and then they live happily ever after… that could totally happen tomorrow.

*Next Day// Normal P.O.V*

“Okay, no parties,” Tony says seriously, grabbing his luggage, you raise an eyebrow, “Kidding, obviously, but no parties, I’m not here and that’s just rude. If you need me I am a FaceTime call away.”

You chuckled, nodding, “I’m going to be just fine, Tony.” He nods once, allowing Happy to take his luggage to the car, “I’m meeting up with Peter tonight, I’ll be fine and I do not need a babysitter,” you affirm one last time.

“You’re fifteen, I can’t leave you here alone, especially after last week.” You walk slowly with him to the door, nodding once, “But Pepper will be popping in, you’re welcome to have friends over. No fonduing,” he points sternly and pulls on his glasses.

You frown, “Fonduing?”

“My dad said it to me once, he heard it from an old friend,” Tony sighs silently, giving you a small smile. “Have fun, not too much fun. Remember to call Lauren, she’s actually back in New York,” you nod giving a wave as he walks out to the car.

You watch as the car descends down the long driveway and leaving out of the gates. You turn and shut the door, the faint ‘beep’ announcing it’s closed and locked. Finally, you have the place to yourself, kinda. The living quarters are yours, the other side where people work and do saving the world stuff is still filled by people, but otherwise, you’re completely alone.

Pulling out your phone you debate calling your mother like Tony said to. Only she hadn’t made the effort to call you since she got back, hadn’t even checked in since you left. You knew it was ‘cause of how busy her business is, she also has other kids to be concerned about, especially Brooklyn; who is becoming the new-old-you, fighting and staying out late. You had to be blessed with two workaholic parents.

The only thing on your mind was the fact you’d be seeing a horror movie tonight, which you absolutely hated. Any horror movie scared you, from their jump scares to their gore, it was a nightmare for you. Only a few horror movies were bearable; Saw and Hostel were fine, but anything that involved supernatural beings or aliens just wasn’t for you. You wanted to go, spend time with your friends and, most importantly, Peter. Yet, you didn’t want to look like an idiot, like a wimp because of a movie in front of him- and them.

You spent most of your time getting ready, psyching yourself up, Googling the cinema’s movie list and looking through their horror selection; trying to figure out what movie you’d be seeing. After looking at plots and actually trying to find spoilers for the jump scares, you were ready to actually start getting ready.

You walked outside, watching as a car pulled up to take you to the cinema. Your heart started to pick up, memories of last week running through your head. You don’t make any move to get in, frozen in place almost, till the drivers’ door opens. Warren, the driver who drives you to and from school steps out, a friendly smile on his face.

“Hey, Y/N, everything fine?” He asks, walking around the car to open your door, smiling when you physically untense and nod. “Where do you want me to take you?” You sigh getting in and watch as he walks around and gets in the driver’s seat.

“Just to the cinema, please,” He nods and starts the drive to your destination.

It’s silent in the car, the radio playing softly in the background, some station that plays old music- it’s Warren’s favourite, well you assume it is because he sings along sometimes. “You meeting up with that Parker kid?” He eyes you in the mirror, you nod once, “You two are quickly becoming friends, I remember when you first arrived here and refused to talk with him in the back there.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, “It’s only been a few months,” Warren nods, turning onto the street, “he is growing on me though, I’ll admit that.” You mutter, mainly to yourself. You open the door, stopping momentarily, “Warren, go home, to your family. I’ll get an Uber home with Peter,” he nods with a smile wishing you a good evening.

Walking towards the building you start to frown, normally Ned is here before everyone else. He lives the closest and likes buying snacks before the lines get too long, Mj is the second latest only arriving a little before Peter does. You lean against the building, hands inside your jean pockets and exhaling slowly. The longer you waited, which wasn’t that long since you are early, the more confused you became. Ned would be here by now, so would Mj or she would text you.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you look up to see Peter walking towards you.

He looked different, a good different. The usual science pun shirt and sweater combo are gone, replaced with a dark jacket and printed shirt. His usual unruly messy curls are styled to look messy, yet look nicely placed and more soft than normal. The usual cute Peter, the Peter you had grown accustomed to, is suddenly… hot.

“Uh-it’s good, we’re actually here before the others,” you exclaim and Peter chuckles, looking away and standing with you for a few silent seconds, “you trying a new style or what?” You ask just to fill the silence and pass the time.

Peter looks down at himself, “Yeah, figured I should branch out,” he comments and looks up, “I’m unsure though-”

You shake your head, “No, you look great,” you look away because you really said that too quickly, “you don’t look like a nerd!” You chuckle as Peter pretends to look hurt, placing a hand over his heart and stepping back, you shrug with a grin.

“I looked up Stark fashion tips and did the opposite,” he quips, one shoulder shrugging, but the quick glance to your face just to make sure you weren’t actually offended makes you chuckle.

You wait a few more seconds, giving Peter another once over and connecting the dots in your head. Even if Ned was running late he would’ve given a heads up, plus normally Mj texts you, asking you to get a Tango Ice-Blast for her. Did Peter even ask them to come along? Why would he say they were coming if they aren’t? You pull out your phone, typing a quick text to Mj.

“Hey, are you coming tonight? To the cinema?- Y/N

“No” “I was never invited? Who planned this?” - Mj

“Peter! we’re stood waiting for Ned and You!!!” - Y/N

“OMG!!!” “He actually asked you!!!” “So, proud” “You’re on a date! Let me know how it goes”-Mj

You lock your phone, eyes looking at Peter who is looking at his own phone. This is a date. This is actually a date. Why didn’t he tell you this was a date, you haven’t prepared for this to be a date. You’re definitely not dressed for a date, he’s dressed for a date, why didn’t he let you dress for a date? How the hell are you meant to impress him when you’re dressed so casual, this is friends hanging out attire, not date attire.

“So, Ned isn’t coming and Mj can’t be bothered, we should get tickets,” He looks up and meets your worried eyes, “What?” He looks around quickly, trying to find some form of danger.

“This is a date.” Is all you manage to get out, his eyes snap to yours and, probably, hold the same amount of worry yours have, “Why didn’t you tell me this is a date? I’m not dressed for that.”

Peter shrugs, stuttering as he talks, “I just-I don’t know, I panicked on the phone yesterday. Thought you wouldn’t come if it was just us, figured I’d ease you into the idea of this being a date,” you frowned, “I don’t know, I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

There’s a brief pause. Peter is biting his bottom lip, looking around awkwardly, watching couples and groups of friends walk inside. You’re too busy smiling over the fact this is a date, your first date ever, and it’s with Peter.

“This doesn’t have to be a date,” Peter mutters, “if you don’t want it to. We can just watch a movie, as friends… or we can just go home.” His shyness coming back, face bright red, yet adorable.

“No, I… want this to be a date,” you shyly smile, since when do I get this shy- you think to yourself, “Didn’t think Spider-Man would have time for dating,” you tease playfully, trying to lighten the shy-tension between you both.

“Hey, if Iron Man can have a love life then so can Spidey,” Peter pointed out, walking into the movie theatre with you following behind him, catching up quickly and turning to walk backwards so you could face him.

You held up a finger, pointing it at him tauntingly, “You’re on a date with the future Iron Man, how does that make you feel?”

Peter looks at you with raised eyebrows, “You’re the future Iron Man?” His voice doesn’t have any mock or play to it, sounding completely serious when he asks.

“Ouch,” you look down at Peter, “You don’t think I can be Iron Man?”

Peter lets out a chuckle, “No,” you raised an eyebrow, “Not like that, you just… don’t seem interested in that, I just figured you had other plans with your future.”

“I do,” you nod, “I’m too much like my mother to ever be a superhero,” you chuckled lightly.

Before Peter can ask more about it, it’s your turn in line. Both walking up, Peter pays for the tickets- picking what you read to be the scariest movie out- and you got the snacks. After getting drinks, popcorn and other snacks, you walk to the room where the movie will be played. The trailers already playing as you take your seats near to the back.

The trailers playing for the movie had you on edge, you dreaded the actual movie that was coming. Glancing at Peter, who didn’t seem to be scared or even flinched during most of the trailers, actually leaning over the armrest to whisper how the last trailer looked hilarious. Is he even real? How can he not be scared? You felt like you were sweating, your heart was beating too fast, the movie hadn’t even started.

When the movie started to play you were gone, slouched in your seat, elbow on the armrest and hand on your face partially covering your eyes. The dramatic music had you tense up, the characters made you very annoyed by their actions and the demon that lurked in their home needed to fuck off. You hadn’t touched the popcorn, that was in Peter’s lap and being eaten casually, the drink also went untouched by you. You moved your head slightly, looking at Peter, hand covering your peripheral vision.

He has never looked more relaxed. Peter was sat up in his seat. Popcorn settled on his lap, one elbow on the other armrest and the other hand grabbing some popcorn. His face is illuminated by the screen, completely engrossed in the movie, yet he still didn’t jump or flinch at jump scares or even tense at the suspense. People would jump, flinging popcorn in the air or shriek, yet he didn’t budge.

You decided to just watch Peter, far more entertaining than the movie, less scary too. He didn’t even notice when your eyes would wander over to him, especially during the scary or creepy scenes (which was just about all of them).

After what felt like a lifetime the lights come on, the credits rolled and the equally scary credit music started to fill the room. People making light chatter, grabbing their jackets and leaving down the stairs of the theatre room. Peter pulled his jacket on, turning to you with a smile.

“That movie was so dumb, right?” He asked with a chuckle, it dying when you gave a nervous laugh and nodded, standing up and waiting for him to get up. “Wait, did you find that scary?”

You shake your head, “What? Pffff, no way.” He raised an eyebrow, “You’re a sociopath, how did you not jump when the demon jumped out from the dark? I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, every sound I’ll think is that demon.” You shivered, following Peter out of the building and out to the cold Brooklyn streets.

“If you hate horrors so much why didn’t you say anything?” He asked and you shrugged, “We’ve watched horrors before,” he commented and started to walk in the direction of the nearest pizza place.

“Well, you like horrors, so I just… I don’t know,” you mumble, “plus we normally stay up texting at night, so it doesn’t bother me anyway.”

Peter smiles, glancing at you as you both walk down the street. He hadn’t noticed how often you guys stay up texting, usually because he’s out on patrol till the early hours of the morning. He especially hadn’t noticed how more engaged you got after a horror-thon at his or Ned’s house. He doesn’t say anything just opting for walking silently beside you, enjoying your company, and having an internal battle over whether to hold your hand.

The way you had one hand in your jacket pocket, the other hanging loosely beside you, almost as if you want him to take it- which you do. His eyes kept glancing down to it, your hand sometimes brushing his as you talk and walk beside him. About to take a hold of it but you reach the pizza place, you open the door and wait for him to step inside. Frustration builds up inside of him, mad that he didn’t take ahold of your hand in time and that he had spent most of the walk overthinking it.

You both argued on who was paying for the pizza, Peter beating you to the register, actually holding you back as he paid with a smug smile. You pout beside him, slowly walking over to a table and sitting down with a huff. Your arms crossing over your chest, heaving a loud sigh as Peter walks over with a chuckle and sits opposite you.

“You cheated, you used your super strength!”

“Actually, I didn’t. You’re just weak,” You scoffed loudly, pretending to be offended. “I asked you out remember?” He grins, “So, only fair I pay. You can pay next time,” he says without thinking and opening his can of lemonade.

You smile shyly to yourself, sitting up and uncrossing your arms at his words, “Next time?” You ask Peter meets your eyes with equally shy ones, “Okay, next time I’ll pay. No horrors next time though,” the smile that comes upon Peter’s face is enough to make you melt.

The pizza is brought over to your table, you both eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Enjoying one another's’ company, occasionally stealing glances at each other before the other can notice. You turn your phone back on, chuckling at the number of texts from Mj, all of which concerning your current date.

“So, can I ask a question?” You looked at Peter expectedly, he swallows his bite of pizza and nods, “Am I the first guy you’ve been on a date with?”

Peter chews his next bite slowly, nodding a little. Instead of going to speak, he picks up his drink and takes long sips, trying to take as long as possible.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you smile, “I just wanted to know if we’re on the same level, we are, by the way.”

Peter’s eyebrows shoot up, almost into his hairline, “This is your first date with a guy?”

“This is my first date… ever.”

Peter blinks a couple of times, leaning back against his chair and nodding, “Huh,” he says, mostly to himself. “So, by default, this is the best date you’ve been on. I’m your best date,” he’s smiling to himself like it was an accomplishment he had to fulfil.

“Very cute,” you comment, only making Peter beam and carry on eating.

You spend the rest of the time at the pizza place, laughing and talking, really getting to know one another; you already do but in a different way, you couldn’t describe it. The way Peter looked so intrigued by what you were saying, how his face lit up when talking about his aunt or his favourite tv show characters.

“Would you like to come inside?” You grinned walking up to the Avengers compound, a playful tone laced your words.

Peter smiles, “Oh, I better not. Spider-Man duties early tomorrow,” you laughed at how cheesy this conversation had become, like something out of those rom-coms you secretly love.

“Can you like hang out for an hour?” You asked seriously, Peter raised an eyebrow in question, “you just made me sit through a horror about a demon in the dark, you owe me.” Peter chuckles quietly, “Aren’t you meant to be a superhero? You’re meant to help me, not laugh.” You tease.

Peter rolls his eyes, “Fine. Okay, I’ll save you,” a mocking exasperated sigh leaving his lips, “I’ll go check for ghosts, demons and creatures lurking in the dark, for you. Wait right here,” he opens the door and walks inside.

The lights automatically coming on and you’re able to see Peter, his back to you, as he walks down the corridor and disappears around a corner. You suspect he’s gone to check the living room, turning lights on as he goes, plus your room.

You felt like you were waiting for hours, tapping your foot expectedly and growing a tad concerned at how long he’s taking. You groan out of low patience, pushing the door open and walking inside, it’s eerily quiet in the building; too quiet. You slowly walk the way Peter had, trying not to be loud. You’re about to walk down the same hallway Peter disappeared down when a body collides with yours.

“Fuck!” You yell.

A familiar laugh sings through your ears, it’s Peter who is laughing, watching as you hunch over and clutch your beating heart. “So, not funny!”

“It is a little,” Peter admits with a stifled laugh. “No ghouls or demons lurking, we’re good to hang.”

You stand up straight, shoving his shoulder playfully as you walk past him. You know he’s following because you can hear his quiet chuckles, still laughing about making you jump by accident. You jump over the back of the sofa, Peter walking around and joining you, sitting beside you but not too close. You turn on the tv, plus games console, passing the controller to Peter.

“Why do I always have to play?” He still starts the game, “you know I’m not very good at these,” his voice a balance between explaining and a whine.

You shrugged, “I prefer watching you play, it’s fun to watch you fail,” looking at him with a smile.

Peter rolls his eyes and begins playing the game anyway, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration, eyes narrowing and focusing on the screen. You would add commentary, even giving some tips and advice on what to do. It’s a full two-hours before Peter gives up, admitting defeat over level fifteen. You were leaning against him, his shoulder digging into your back and your legs dangling off the armrest.

You watch as he switches back to normal tv, settling on some sitcom that makes him chuckle, his shoulder making you jostle up and down. Yourself and Peter made comments, talking about your favourite actors and movies, his being most that you hadn’t seen. Your phone kept binging, all messages from Mj, that you still haven’t answered.

“Is that Mj?” Peter asked looking over your shoulder to your phone, “What’s she saying?”

“Asking about you,” you say truthfully, “Like the date, I haven’t answered her, yet.”

Peter’s silent, “What are you going to say?”

You debate on what to say, to Peter and then to Mj, “Probably, talk about how cute you are till she gets disgusted,” you don’t have to look at him to know he’s blushing, it’s the soft ‘Oh!’ that makes you chuckle silently, “No, I’ll tell her how I’ve had a good time and hope we do this soon… or something like that anyway,” the nervousness coming up again, butterflies in your stomach.

It’s only Peter, is all you can think to yourself. Yet, that’s why you’re so nervous because it’s Peter. Peter, the super nerdy guy, who is your friend and crush, but also just the sweetest and cutest human being on the planet.

“Y/N?” You turn so you’re facing him, smiling at his nervousness.

It’s like time freezes or slowdowns as if you and Peter are the only two people in existence. The tv turns to background noise, almost nonexistent, all you can hear is your loud thumping heart. Peter is so close to you, you can make out every shade of brown in his eyes, every freckle that dots his face. Is Peter about to kiss you?

The butterflies are now swarming your stomach, the anxious fear kicking in again. Last time you kissed you a guy, he had outed you with photos, you know Peter would never do that, but your mind can’t help but be irrational. You want to kiss Peter, you do. You let out a shaky breath, mind finally calming down as you both lean in closer.

A continuous beeping sound makes you frown, it’s loud and annoying, it makes you pull away from Peter. Abruptly ending the moment that was happening and going to happen, not noticing Peter’s deflated look of the kiss not happening. You look around trying to find the source of the mysterious beeping, looking at Peter for some kind of explanation. There’s a moment of him looking dejected, head hung low and hands on his knees.

Then he springs up, rushing around the sofa and pulling out a backpack. He unzips it and reveals the Spidey suit before you can say anything he’s rushing off down the hall, coming back a few seconds later in the suit and holding the mask in his right hand.

“I guess, the date is over then?” You ask, kneeling on the sofa, sticking your bottom lip out when he nods, “Okay, well, be safe?” You phrased it as more of a question.

Peter nods, giving you a little wave and saying he’d call you later. You watch him leave, pulling his mask on as he runs down the hallway and disappears. You exhale and sit back down, flopping on the sofa and looking at the tv screen. Maybe, you should’ve kissed him. It is only a first date… are you meant to kiss on the first date? What are the rules in dating? Does he hate you now for not kissing him? It’s not your fault, it’s his suit’s fault.

Then you hear feet rushing back to you, you don’t bother turning around because it’s Peter, probably, forgotten something.

“I forgot something,” Peter yells from behind you, you nod once with a smirk because you were right.

Then you feel a pair of lips kiss your left cheek, they’re warm and a little wet, plus chapped from all the biting. A small timid smile pulls at the corners of your lips, heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks, making you feel incredibly warm. This has shocked you, especially since you knew Peter was having an internal battle over holding your hand earlier, so for him to just come back and kiss your cheek.

He pulls away from you, you glance at him and he looks shocked with himself, “Okay, bye.” He rushes away, his cheeks tinged pink and his eyes wide.

“Bye,” you mumble with a grin, knowing he’s too far to hear you anyway.

(So, don’t be mad. @promarvelfangirl said that having them not kiss is a good thing if they kissed on their first date it would feel too fast, ya know? They’re both new to dating, Peter hasn’t come out as bisexual yet, reader has had problems with guys (Martin) in the past. So, even though they had a moment of almost kiss, doesn’t mean they’re ready! sPOILER, they kiss in two chapters time! - Rosalie)

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Crybabies (Draco Malfoy X Male Reader)

*Requested for this to be based on the song Crybaby by The Neighborhood*

DRACO’S POV

I walked into the Slytherin common room to see a group hunddled around the sitting area.

It was a typical scene, everyone surrounding Y/n as if he was the main event of a never-ending performance.

People flocked to him like he gave off an aroma of enticement and I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the truth of the cause.

It seemed like he was in the middle of a riveting story, all eyes glued onto his immaculate face.

I walked over, wand held tightly at my side as I neared the clan of fellow wizards.

“-just too much! I swear it tasted just like that of-“

“Guess who’s gotten a new wand?” I interupted, pushing a boy to the side so I could stand in the middle of the circle, Y/n behind me.

I think I talk too much

I need to listen, baby

I need to listen good

“Evanst?” Y/n piped up in question. I spun around to see an innocent smile palstered on his face. I grimaced at the expression, knowing very well he was trying to get a rise out of me.

“No, not Evanst. Me! I got a new wand!” I turned back around, my arm extending before me as I slowly untwisted my fingers from around the wand to reveal it in all it’s glory. I smirked, my chin lifted in pride at their ooo’s and aaah’s.

Everyone’s attention was now on me, leaning in to try and catch a better glimpse at the remarkable new edition of the limited collection of UltiWizard’s, the exclusive and expensive magical workshop that just popped up into Diagon Alley this past month. No one has yet been able to afford an item from their shop and those who have had been turned away due to their insanely high standards of status.

Everyone began to fire questions and comments at me left and right. I was immersed in a sea of praise and envy. All the students were captivated by my announcement. All except Y/n.

I think I try too hard

How I look, what I do, what I’m sayin’, ah

I spend too much time explainin’ myself

I hope there’s some time to change it

He was no longer behind me, his figure casually stepping away from the chaos I created.

I watched longingly as his face was buried within a book he’s already read twice before, his stature relaxed but strong and broad with it’s movements.

I felt a sting in my lower chest, the feeling sparking a flame inside of myself.

I felt regret, is what it was. I allowed my jealousy to overcome me, the sight of disgusting bodies clinging onto Y/n, grabbing at his robes and encouraging his rants just so they could endulge in themselves with his sweet voice.

It caused me to steal the spotlight from him rather than pay attention to the words he spoke.

Yes, I knew much of the boy. I knew the titles of his favorite books and the tunes of his favorite songs. I knew his natural scent by memory and the parting of his hair down to it’s cowlicks. I knew his favorite color and which season he preferred. But I didn’t know him.

I didn’t know why those books were his favorite or why he hummed the same tunes over and over again like on schedule. I didn’t know why he tried to hide his scent beneath odors of spray cans and spells. I didn’t know why he opted to wear beanies whenever outside of the classroom. I didn’t know why his favorite color was so simple and predictable. I didn’t know why he chose to enjoy the oddest of seasons over all the others.

If I had gotten into the habit of listening more, maybe I would have known these answers by now.

I stormed past the bodies of wizards, ignoring their calls to me as I made my way out of the common room to tail Y/n.

I can taste it, my heart’s breakin’, please don’t say

That you know, when you know

I can’t take it, I’m inpatient, tell me baby

Now I know, you should go

I followed him down many halls and watched him enter and leave many rooms along the way.

It took me chasing him out onto the vast, empty quidditch field to realize he knew of my presence.

“How’d you know I was here?” I yelled out to the now snickering boy, him turning to face me from his large distance ahead.

“The whole time. You’re not as stealthy of a snake as you lead others to believe, Draco.”

I shuddered at the way he said my name, it rolling off his tounge like hot tea, burning yet savory.

“Maybe I wanted you to know I was here. Maybe it was a test.”

“Pfft! A test of what!?” He burst into a flood of laughter, his e/c eyes glistening from pricklets of tears forming in the corners. Small crinkles at their edges, almost completely covered by the rising of round cheeks. I wanted to hold that face in my hands and study it properly, like a painting on display.

I was too caught up in observing him to answer his rightful question, instead asking one of my own.

“So what did it taste like?”

“What?” His glorious, infectious laughter simmered down as he tried to grasp what I had just asked.

“The muggle stew you were talking about in the common room… you never got to say what it tasted like.”

Y/n took speedy steps forward, stopping when he was in an arm’s reach of me.

“You heard that? I mean… you like… listened?” His voice, for the first time ever, was stripped of it’s confidence and carelessness. It was softer, higher and lonely.

“Yeah-I mean… kind of.” I shrugged, hands scampering into each other to fiddle with my fingers. My eyes stuck onto the grass beneath our feet.

A moment of silence went by, my embarrassment becoming clear as pink hues raced upon my skin.

“Well are you going to tell me or what!?” I snapped, looking up but still not at him, my head turned to the side while my nostrils flared.

But out of the corner of my eye, I could see a gentle smirk tug at his lips.

“Like the first day of school, when you’re about to be sorted into a house and the entire room is bustling with chatter and predictions. The feeling of sweat in your hair and that voice in your head that keeps telling you not to get your hopes up in case you don’t get into the house you want, that the hat knows best…”

I looked over to him as he spoke, the raw honestly spewling out of him. His head was thrown down, the largest smile I had ever witnessed blindingly present on his face, his h/c hair falling in stray strands on his forehead.

“It tasted like that.” He finished, raising his head back up to me.

My lips were slightly parted and my heart was banging against my chest like a bird trying to ram it’s way out of it’s cage.

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby

And that’s not what I wanna do

I hope you won’t ever lie to me

And if you do, I know I won’t be your cry baby

“It tasted like a feeling?” I mumbled, touched by his way with words but also baffled at the description he gave.

“Yeah. A lot of things taste like feelings. Technically, everything you taste can be related to a personal feeling and everything you touch can be related to a past taste. And everything we feel, can be described perfectly by song. Anything we hear, can be told in colors. It’s the beauty of the world, the rules are nonexistent when it comes to your feelings.”

My breath hitched at his last sentence, it blaring throughout my mind like a vicious echo.

‘The rules are nonexistent when it comes to your feelings.’

I wondered if this was true, if how I felt about Y/n wasn’t abnormal but accepted as well as nature, as a way of life that I myself am allowed to determine.

The very thought made me feel bolder than I actually was at that moment.

“If something can taste like a feeling… can a feeling be described as a taste?”

One of his eyebrows corked up in confusion, his head tilting slightly to the side.

“I mean… yeah, I don’t see why not. I’ve never heard of anyone doing so, though.” He giggled.

“Then let’s be the first.”

“Wh-“

Before he could process what I had meant I took the opportunity, pulling him in by his robes and pressing my lips against his.

At first he didn’t respond, probably from shock, but after a brief moment of us staying in that position he reacted by moving his lips against mine- in sync -and pulling me closer to him by the waistband of my trousers.

Soon enough my arms were circling around his torso to linger my fingers up and down his back while his travelled up to cup my face delicately before wrapping themselves within my hair, effectively messing it up.

We pulled apart for air, our foreheads resting against one another.

“So what does a kiss taste like, Draco?” He whispered, finally understanding my sly comment.

“Butterscotch and…” I crinkled my nose up, eyes fluttering open. “Strawberry jam? That’s an odd mix.”

He let out a shy laugh, the sound and sight overflowing my sense to result in a mirroring smile toward him.

“I like to eat it out of the jar when I’m tempted for a midnight snack. It’s the perfect amount of sugary and tangy. Kind of like you.” He winked.

“Shut up.” I muttered, pulling away and giving his thigh a quick squeeze before we headed back.

I think I worry a lot

I need to take it easy

I got this anxious feeling

But it goes away for a minute

When I’m with you breathing

That night I couldn’t sleep.

I tossed and turned, but alas my mind was too busy to rest.

All I could think of was Y/n and our tender moment on the field.

I couldn’t help but wonder if this was something worth exploring, if this was worth the emotions and reputations we would be putting on the line.

I didn’t want to fall for Y/n.

I didn’t want to feel the way I did.

I didn’t want to let him in only to have him leave me in ruins.

There was no logical reason for Y/n to actually like me.

Unless he was out for my status, power or money.

It hurt that those were the only options that made sense to me, but I couldn’t risk myself to succumbing to the sadness.

That would mean he’d have gotten what he wanted.

And Draco Malfoy does not submit to anyone.

I shot up from my bed and pulled on a grey T-shirt over my bare chest.

I brushed off the wrinkles of my flannel pajama pants and slipped into a pair of grey slippers.

“Lumos.” I whispered under my breath, carefully exiting my shared room and silently closing the door behind me.

I made my way through the hall, searching for my destination.

I took a deep breath in before pushing open the door that lead into Y/n’s chamber.

“Y/n?” I called out in a whisper.

He shot up from under his blanket, hair a nest with dried drool on his cheek. He looked infuriatingly adorable.

“Draco?? What are you doing?”

“SSSHH!” I scolded, his roommate turning over in his sleep across the room.

“Come with me.” I demanded, him immediately sitting up and wiping his face.

He slid on slippers of his own, not bothering to put a shirt on but instead grabbing his robe on the way out, putting it on but being too exhausted to tie it closed.

I shut the door gingerly behind us and lead him out of the common room.

“Where are we going and why?” He spat, evidently not pleased I had awoken him.

“We need to talk.” I responded sternly, not looking back but hearing his pace quicken to catch up to me.

“Talk about what?! Listen, if you’re all frazzled about the field incident-“

“Incident!?” I spun sharply around on my heel, Y/n staggering to a short stop inches away from me.

I can taste it, my heart’s breakin’, please don’t say

That you know, when you know

I can’t take it, I’m inpatient, tell me baby

Now I know, you should go

“I didn’t mean it like-“

“Then what did you mean, Y/n? You’re so good with words and now suddenly you’re inept?? Is it because the topic is now on me and not some muggle stew???” My voice was raising with each sentence, my viens surely popping from my intensly closed fists by my sides.

“You need to calm down. You woke me up, remember? You’re the one who wanted to talk so go ahead and do it, tell me what you really need to say to me that is so Merlin damn important because I am not going to play games with you, Draco.”

He crossed his arms, his face unreadable. But maybe that’s beacuse I didn’t want to read it. I didn’t want to pay attention anymore, i was mad. I wanted to scream.

“Games? You think I’m interested in playing games with you, now!?” I let out a dry laugh.

“Yeah. You’re known for that.”

My expression faltered, it falling to the floor.

His words were always able to sweep me off my feet but now it felt as if they were tightening around my throat.

“At least I’m not an ignorant-freak-muggleborn!” My voice boomed, the insult literally echoing throughout the hall, bouncing off the walls, trapping him within them.

He gasped taking a long step back, swallowing harshly to force his tears back in.

“How long have you known?” He rasped out, eyes betraying him by watering to the brim.

“You’re so stupid, Y/n. I’ve always known. You may have everyone else under your spell, believing you’re this daring traveller you portray yourself to be but I’ve always known the truth. You’re nothing more than a common, filthy muggle brat.”

The voice in my head was pleading with me, begging me to end this torture.

I didn’t want to say the things I had.

I didn’t believe any of them, yet I couldn’t stop fueling the fire I had set ablaze.

“Are you going to tell everyone?” He whispered, his voice cracking as a tear swam down his cheek. He turned his head away so I wouldn’t notice it, I wish I hadn’t either.

I scoffed, taking a step in his direction. “No. You’re not worth the effort. You’re not worth anything.”

At that, he nodded, pursing his lips before swiftly jogging back to the common room.

I was left there in the night, alone with my actions.

It seemed as if I was always regretting something when it came to Y/n.

I walked back to my room, taking one last glance toward Y/n’s sorrowfully.

That night, I still couldn’t find the sleep I desperatly searched for.

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby

And that’s not what I wanna do

I hope you won’t ever lie to me

And if you do, I know I won’t be your cry baby

The next day, I knew what I had to do.

Ignore Y/n.

I couldn’t handle the pressure of apologizing to him. I also didn’t think it was necessary at this point.

I had unintentionally gotten rid of my probelm.

I didn’t have to fall for Y/n anymore.

I dind’t have to put anything on the line.

I didn’t have to let him in.

And yes, he may be hurting now but in the long run he’ll be fine.

He will use this hatred of me to get over me, making it much easier on my part to avoid him.

Everything will be as it should.

The sun’s coming out but I’m feeling colder

I can’t wait ‘til the drought is over

I walked into the common room, expecting to have an awkward encounter with Y/n, but he wasn’t there.

I shrugged it off, assuming he just didn’t want to run into me this morning and made my way to The Great Hall for breakfast.

I entered to see everyone was whispering to each other.

It seemed slightly unusual, being as there was never a need for this, everyone just spoke loudly amongst each other.

But I, again, shrugged this abnormality off and took my seat at the Slytherin table.

Everyone was whispering to each other here as well, like a lenghty game of ‘telephone’.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and whipped my head to see Pansy, who pushed herself against my side to whisper in my ear.

“Y/n Y/l/n is a muggle-born, pass it on.” She snickered maliciously.

My eyes widened and I instantly pushed myself up to lean over, taking a mental head count of everyone here.

As I suspected, no Y/n.

I grasped at my hair with both hands and walked backward, away from the table.

Oh my Merlin, what have I done…

I ran out of the room, skidding down every hall looking for the familiar cute boy of whom I’ve unfortunately acqainted feelings for over the past few months.

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby

And that’s just what I’ll do

I hope you won’t ever lie to me

And if you do, I know I won’t be your cry baby

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby

And that’s not what I wanna do

I hope you won’t ever lie to me

And if you do, I know I won’t be your cry baby

I stopped for a breather, leaning my back against the wall, knees slightly bent as my chest heaved up and down.

“This is pointless. I’ll never find him, he’s too clever to go anywhere obvious.” I facepalmed myself, inwardly cursing myself for coming to this realization so late.

“Did you say you were looking for a boy?”

I look up to see a painting of a posh, old lady with a regal accent staring down at me through a pair of opera binoculars.

“Not just any boy! He said he was searching for a clever boy!” A deep, assertive voice chimes in from behind me.

I turn around, stumbling back from the small fright.

I glance up to see it’s a painting of a man slightly younger than the woman, but not by much, dressed as if he ran a locomotive.

“You know where Y/n went?” I ask the somewhat intimidating man above me.

“That depends on who’s asking.” He sneers.

“Now, that is no way to speak to a Malfoy!” The lady lectures.

“You know who I am?”

“Of coarse we do, deary! You’re mother used to be quite the scandalous vixen, I would always find her roaming these halls in search of people, too, you know.”

I gagged a bit, shuddering at the image.

“Don’t compliment the lad! He’s the one Y/n was talking about!” The man shouts back.

“He’s talked about me?” I perk up, hope entwined in my tone.

“Don’t flatter yourself, snowflake. He told us what you did. You little wea-“

“Oh, pish posh! He also told us of how much he likes you. Even if you are a scoundrel, you had won his heart and I can only assume you’re here to win it back. Am I right, young Malfoy?”

“Yes, I’ve made a big mistake. I never intended to hurt Y/n. Please, tell me where he is so I can make this right.”

“Don’t do it! He’s a liar! They all are!” The man warned, but the lady only smiled reassuringly at me.

“He’s made a secret room behind my frame. It’s where he goes to find peace. I can open the passageway for you, but you must give me the correct password.”

“Password?! You can’t just let me in?”

“I’m sorry, young Malfoy. I can only bend the rules so much for you.”

I groan in annoyance but nod in understanding.

I try to think of all the things he could have chosen.

It had to be something he loved, of coarse.

But yet again, Y/n is all about absurd analogies and complicated descriptions when it comes to the things he adores.

So I have to think of the thing he loves most and what unthinkable word he’d use to describe it.

The man continued to bark insults at me from behind, not helping my situation, it was already difficult enough to concentrate.

Twenty minutes went by and I was sitting on the floor, no clue on what the password could be.

Stew which could mean the password is Hogwarts? Maybe School? First day?

No, too mundane for him.

Maybe it’s Winter. Which could lead to… hot chocolate? No, no, he’d use a feeling not a taste so probably cold.

No, that’s stupid!

“UGH! THIS IS TOO HARD! HOW COULD ANYONE FIGURE THIS OUT!?”

“That’s the point of the password, dummy! No one’s supposed to figure it out!” The man bellowed.

I stood, an idea coming to mind.

“That’s it… no one is supposed to figure it out! I know the answer!”

“Yes?” The lady smiled knowingly.

“Pumpkin Pastries.” I spoke proudly, impressed with myself but also blissfully happy over the sentiment of the meaning.

“You may enter. Good luck.” She sung the last two words, the painting swinging to the side as a door appeared before me.

I walked through the doorway, my mouth dropping at the scene layed out.

It was a spacious room with dark walls but a ceiling that looked like the sky outside, so realistic with it’s soaring clouds and radiance of light.

There were shelves scoured along each wall, dozens upon dozens of books stacked agsinst them all.

There was a pond in the middle with various different fish living in it, leaping out from time to time.

The floor was carpet, fluffy to the touch and a vibrant green to come off as grass even though it obviously wasn’t.

There was a large television screen in the back with a see-through case of discs and tapes under it, holding the screen up.

Y/n was sat in front of it, watching something he had playing.

I treaded over, a bit worried over how he’d react to me invading his private space.

“You weren’t at breakfast.”

He jumped up, a hand pressing against his chest as his breathing became shaky from the scare.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-“ I was about to say ‘scare you’ but as I reached out to him he moved away, his hair brushing to the side with him, revealing his reddened and tear-stained face.

Cry baby, cry baby

I need to cry, baby

Cry baby, cry baby

You need to cry, baby

Cry baby, cry baby

We need to cry

And if we do, I know that would be alright

“How’d you get in here?” He spat defensivley.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean anything I said to you last night. I was just scared and it lead me to be foolish. I know you may never forgive me and I wouldn’t if I were you but I-“

“I asked,” He took a few steps forward, us now at the same distance we had been on the quidditch field. “How did you get in?” His tone was dark, dangerous and demanding.

My eyes started watering as well, now, my chest tightening at the pain of seeing Y/n in such a state.

“I… I just thought like you would.”

“And what would you know about how I think?” He smiled but it wasn’t gleeful, it was sour and full of tension.

“You’d only make the password something you love. And you’d only word it as a description, like how you did with the stew.”

I felt a fresh, coldness rush through me as he just stood there, silently urging me to continue.

“It wasn’t what you love, it was who you love.” I took a step to him, now able to feel his hot breath as he bit his lip.

“What does a kiss taste like to you, Y/n?” I whisper, quoting my own question from the day before.

He just smiled faintly, letting out a sigh.

“The password was Draco so the answer is pumkin pastries, because that’s what I had for dessert that evening.” I finished as I pulled him in for a hug.

This time, he didn’t take any time to hesitate or contemplate his reaction, he just fell into me, his arms holding me just as tightly.

“I changed it the second we got back inside. It used to be snowflake, because of your hair.”

I rolled my eyes, getting that’s why the damned painting outside kept referring to me as that.

“I was right you know, about you not being worth anything.” I mumbled into his hair.

He pulled back, still in my arms, with a cautious expression dawning his features.

“Because you’re absolutely priceless, you always have been.” I admit, his eyes holding an admiration I’ve never seen someone have for me until now.

“I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, so much, Y/n.”

I smile in relief, my shoulders relaxing along with me as we kissed.

“And I know it wasn’t you who told everyone, by the way.” He mumbled against my lips.

I moved back from him, interlocking our hands.

“You do??”

“Yeah. Someone overheard us from the common room. Honestly, after finding out I just thought that you said all that stuff so they wouldn’t know about us.”

“That would have been a very good excuse, wouldn’t it?”

“Mhm. Idiot.” He laughed as I wiped away the remaining tears that stuck to his rosey cheeks.

“It wouldn’t be believable, though. I want everyone to know.” I gave him a toothy grin, bright and full of mischief.

His laughing quieted down at the look, his own showing worry and nervousness.

“Draco, no.”

“DRACO, YES!” I dragged him out of the secret room and down every hall I could find, shouting about him being mine.

Let those obnoxious wizards try to oggle over him now.

I’ve finally learned to pay attention, and now that I have, I’m never going to let him out of my sight.

“DRACO, THAT’S THE TEACHER’S CHAMBERS! THEY DON’T NEED TO KNOW!”

Okay, maybe I still need to work on paying attention.

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