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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years

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Hateful Flirting

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,573

Request from Anon: Omg could you write something where May is practically begging Peter to ask Stark!reader to prom or homecoming (because she’s homeschooled and doesn’t get those opportunities) but he’s a hundred percent sure she hates him but it’s the complete opposite?

A/N: Hey sorry if this isn’t great, I’m really trying to start writing again and it’s difficult with how busy I am now.

“No way, May! I can’t. It’s not happening.” Peter’s voice was higher than normal, clearly upset with what his aunt was suggesting.

“Please Peter, I’m sure she would love it. You know she’s not getting the same experiences as you.” May argued, she’d win this if it killed her.

“So?” Peter asked, “That’s not my fault, it’s Mr. Stark’s! I shouldn’t have to take someone that obviously hates me to my senior prom.”

May tisked, “She does not. You’re being dramatic.”

“No I’m not! Besides, she probably wouldn’t even say yes to me asking her! I’m not going to embarrass myself.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” May reached across their kitchen table and placed her hand on his arm. “We all know you have feelings for her. Just give it a shot, please? I missed my senior prom and regret it terribly. I don’t want Y/N to miss her chance too.”

Peter hated when his aunt pulled his full name. Hated even more when she guilted him, he couldn’t say no now. He sighed heavily. “Alright… but if she says no it’s not my fault and know I’m never going to be able to show my face at the tower ever again.”

May smiled excitedly, “Thank you.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“So your aunt tells me you’re asking Y/N to go to prom with you,” Tony said, just as Peter entered the lab.

Peter groaned, “Aunt May told you?”

“Yes she told me. I’m the one who suggested it.”

He could only stare at Tony in shock. “What?”

“I went to 23 prom’s Peter, they were a blast. I’m not gonna let my kid miss out on something like that just because I have her home schooled. Plus everyone knows you like her take the chance kid.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one that set me up for this humiliation.”

Tony shrugged, “i think you’d be surprised. Now go get it over with.”

“N-now?” Peter asked, a wave of nerves washed over his gut, he was not ready to face you in the slightest.

“Why not? You’re prom’s only two weeks away.”

“Uh- well- I-“

“What are you stuttering over this time spider?” You had just entered the lab and Peter was fumbling over his words. You loved hearing him nervous, it was adorable, not that you’d ever tell him that. He thought you hated him, which definitely made him not like you. But really you just got nervous and didn’t know how to flirt so you ended up being mean.

Peter sighed, then turned to face you.

“I have to go take a phone call in private,” your dad informed, heading out past you.

“I thought you had to talk to me about something!” You called to his back, exasperated with him.

He ignored you.

Rolling your eyes you turned to leave Peter, figuring he probably wouldn’t want you around anyway.

“Hey, wait,” Peter started quickly. He knew this was a set up. He’d be mad at Tony later, right now he knew he had to get this over with.

You stopped, something about the situation you were in seemed suspicious and made your stomach knot. Turning back to look at him you cocked your head. “Yeah?”

“Okay, I feel real stupid for asking but I don’t really have a choice in the matter and I’m sure you’ll say no anyway but would you wanna go with me to my prom?” He said it so quickly all you really heard was him asking you to prom.

You were stunned, but also excited. “Yeah of course I will.”

“Okay that’s totally alrig- wait did you just say yes?” Peter thought you were going to say no, so much so he almost didn’t pay attention to your real answer. So when you confirmed that you would he was real surprised.

“You were really ready for me to say no there,” you pointed out, the feeling that maybe he didn’t want you there to begin with floated through your mind.

“Well I wasn’t sure you’d want to go to a dance, where you don’t know anybody, just to go.” He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping the thought of you hating him hidden.

“You’ll be there,” you said simply. You could have argued with him, ask him if he even wanted you to go. Tell him he better not just have asked to take Tony Stark’s daughter to his prom to show off. Or maybe that your dad put him up to it. But instead you turned and left him there in the lab. Immediately going to your room to act like the giddy teenager that just got asked to prom by the guy you like, like you were.

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When the day finally came Peter was nervous and dreading it. He was hoping to have fun tonight, but now he was going to be worrying about not pissing you off and not being embarrassed by jerks at school. He definitely didn’t think he was going to have fun. You were probably going to be mean to him. What reason did you have not to be. He was just your way in. You’d probably end up with someone else for all he knew!

But, when he arrived to pick you up he pushed everything aside. He couldn’t help but focus on how beautiful you looked. Your dress fit you in all the right places. Your hair was perfect and so was your makeup.

Seeing the look on his face made you blush. You went over to him and punched his arm. “Stop staring. Is that for me?”

“S-sorry,” he apologized quickly, his eyes darting away. He held out a corsage to you.

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“Alright you two,” Tony said entering the living room. “I promised May I would take some pictures of you two. So get together and smile you’re gonna have a great night.”

The two of you did as Tony said, wide smiles spread across both your faces just after you put the flower on your wrist and his corsage on his jacket.

You grabbed Peter’s wrist, “Bye dad!” You called from the elevator. You were ready to get to this dance. While you were nervous about tonight not being good, you were very excited to go to a prom.

The ride down was quiet, the limo that your dad had rented for the two of you was awkwardly quiet, and you thought Peter was just going to act like you weren’t there all night. So, you stopped him before getting out of the car.

“Peter,” He finally looked at you, and he could tell you were nervous, you could see it on his face. “Look, I know I’m hard to get along with but… if you don’t want me here I’m not going to bother embarrassing myself by going in there and being ditched…”

He frowned at you, the concern in your eyes making him feel awful about not even letting you take a chance to be nice. “I’d never ditch you, Y/N. And I never said I didn’t want you here.”

“Well face it Peter, you were ready for me to say no, you mentioned not having a choice which says to me that you were forced to ask me whether by my dad or your aunt I guess it doesn’t really matter. You obviously don’t want me to be here with you, so why don’t you go have a great time and the driver and I will come back to pick you up later. How’s that sound?” You couldn’t even look at him as you spoke. You weren’t sure why it was suddenly spilling from your lips. It hurt though.

Peter stared at you. He really felt bad now. He took a deep breath. “Listen, you’re going in there with me. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way but you hate me, who's to say you won’t be the one ditching me tonight? Yeah, I asked because my aunt made me ask you. And you know, I probably wouldn’t be mean back to you if you weren’t mean to me first. It’s hard to like someone that’s mean to you all the time. But here I like you anyway and I asked you even though I thought you’d say no. And now I just don’t get you at all. Even more than before.” He huffed and put his head back against the seat.

“I like you too,” you said it, your voice so shy he almost didn’t believe you were the one saying it.

His head snapped to look at you.

You glanced at him wearily. “I’m sorry I’m mean… I don’t try to be… I just can’t help it okay? I don’t exactly have any experience with liking someone. It scares me. And I don’t exactly have a perfect role model for relationships. I just end up being mean and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I like you a lot and it made me so happy that you asked me to come with you tonight.”

Peter sighed then offered you his hand. “I’m beyond willing to try this if you promise you’ll work on not being so mean all the time.”

You slid your hand into his, “I promise.”

He smiled, kissed your hand, and the two of you finally got out of the car.

It was an amazing night, you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

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gaytonystark · 7 years

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Nightmares

Pairing: Peter x Reader Words: 2,362 A/N: I love that annoying little asshole so much sorry this took forever ilysm @ whoever requested this

“Hey Peter-oh god, you look like death!” You said as you set your books down next to Peter’s. He was sat at a table in the library and since no one else was around, you didn’t really bother to keep your voice down.

“I can admit I’ve looked better.” Peter groaned and you could see the dark circles under his eyes more clearly once you sat down.

“C’mere, I can fix that.” You dug in your backpack

for a quick second until you found what you were looking for. Peter looked mildly horrified as you pulled out a small black tube and uncapped it to reveal your favorite concealer stick.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you grabbed his chin to hold his head steady. “Is that makeup?”

“Just a tiny bit so you don’t look so exhausted and it’ll help keep people off your back.” You said distractedly, your full focus on the little half moons under his eyes. “You may not have realized this, but you’re a terrible liar.”

“You’d be surprised.” You paused in the middle of your impromptu makeover to give him a look that said ‘Oh really?’ setting the concealer with some powder foundation. “Ok maybe you have a point, but does it actually work?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You said as you blended in the makeup with your middle finger and held up your compact mirror for him to see your handiwork.

“Hey, it looks like I actually got some sleep last night!” Peter surveyed the spots that were previously a dark purple and admired his newly brightened face.

“You haven’t been sleeping?” You asked as you fished out your lipstick of the day and did a few touch ups.

“Do you ever carry-I don’t know-actual school supplies in there or just makeup?” Peter asked, trying to change the subject and peering into your backpack which was actually just an oversized cosmetics bag to you.

“Considering I’m not an actual student at this godforsaken school since Uncle Tony just stationed me here to keep an eye on you because I’m actually an intern at Stark Industries-the answer would be no.” Your wet lipstick didn’t even smudge as you gave Peter your long winded answer. “There’s no point, now don’t change the subject. Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

You put your makeup away and looked Peter dead in the eye. He stared back at you, determined not to let his poor lying habits get in the way.

“I have, I was um, just joking!” Peter let out a nervous laugh and finally broke eye contact with your intimidating stare. He made to put his books away, but you slapped your hand on his notebook as he reached for it. Your hands made contact and his face hardened.

“You wanna do this right now, Parker?” You asked icily while still trying to maintain your calm disposition. Uncle Tony put you in charge of making sure his new project was okay and Peter was making it damn near impossible to do that. “Something’s up, I know there is.”

“I said I’m fine.” He snatched the book out from under you causing a loose sheet of paper to cut into the side of your finger. You pulled your hand back instinctively, but Peter just glared at you. “Tell your Uncle Tony that I don’t need a babysitter so you don’t have to pretend like you care about what’s going on.”

Peter looked at you for a brief moment with a look of remorse that quickly turned to frustration before he took his things and stormed off. You were so taken aback by what just happened that you didn’t know how to respond at first. The bell to signal lunch was over rang just as he was nearing the door and brought you out of your stupor.

“Peter!” You shouted across the library and he stopped dead in his tracks with his hand on the door, but refused to turn around to look at you. “I probably know better than anyone what’s going on with you and you’re wrong. I do care.”

There was no time to say anything more and he didn’t wait for you to keep going because a rush of students began to flood the library. You stared after him, completely gobsmacked over what just happened. Students began to fill the tables around you so you got your things and wandered into the hallway. Everyone began to fill their respective classroom and you were technically supposed to be in spanish class despite being fluent in the language since you were seven.

You waited until the halls were empty and found a disused stairwell where you were sure nobody would bother you and pulled out your phone. A photo of your Uncle Tony’s face lit up the screen while you waited for the real thing to answer your video call. After making you wait too long, he finally answered.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready to come home already?” Tony asked as he gave you a big cheesy smile to which you responded with your signature eyeroll.

“I told you, there’s more to this kid than what he’s telling you.” You furrowed your brow as you thought about what happened in the library. “There’s something wrong, I know it.”

“Yeah sure, you know we could really use you back at Stark Industries, right?” He said, completely ignoring what you said. “There really aren’t very many teenage geniuses that I trust with my life’s work out there.” Tony looked up at you through his glasses and you could see how tired he was.

“You know I miss being your favorite intern more than anything, but I can’t go, not yet. Just give me more time, please.” You practically sealed the deal with your best puppy dog pout and watched your uncle melt before your eyes. “I promise this is all worth it.”

“Jeez, kid, alright you can stay. Happy’s gonna be real upset when I tell him, but you can stay.” Happy was his last card to play even though he was just as insistent about you staying as you were.

“Happy will understand, besides he cares about Peter more than I do.” You were absolutely elated that you weren’t being pulled back to Stark Industries just yet so you had more time to figure out what was wrong with Peter.

“I know, right?” Tony rolled his eyes and made a face that you couldn’t help but laugh at. “That’s all he ever talks about these days.”

“He’s just concerned, but I have to go pretend to take a Spanish test and get a B on it so I’ll talk to you later, Uncle Tony.” You blew him a kiss through the phone and he rolled his eyes at you. “You’re my favorite uncle in the world and I love you!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He gave you one more playful pout before letting you go.

Peter had avoided you for the rest of the day, which came as no surprise to you, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Thanks to your many internships with your favorite uncle, you learned to deal with people getting too close to you by pushing them away. If you were being completely honest with yourself, then you would have admitted to having a crush on Peter Parker a long time ago. Not only that, but you actually enjoyed going to school like a normal kid instead of all those “gifted” schools your mom insisted you attend.

You almost gave up when you got to the end of the day and you had barely seen Peter aside from the classes you shared with him. He would usually be heading to practice for the decathlon, but you spotted him ducking out a side exit. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed him, but you couldn’t let him get away. You maneuvered the sea of students until you headed out the same exit and saw him hang a right.

“Peter! Hang on!” You shouted after him, but he picked up his pace from a brisk walk to a light jog. “Please, Peter, I just want to talk!”

He either didn’t hear you or heard you and didn’t care because he was now actively running away from you. You instantly broke into a dead sprint and went after him. Your uncle taught you several things and never letting someone get away was one of them.

Peter led you through what felt like all of Queens and then some. He thought he finally lost you when he bounded up the side of a building and perched himself on the roof. There was no sign of you on the street and he had webbed off the fire escape so you couldn’t climb up. With a relieved sigh, he laid back on the edge of the roof and closed his eyes, letting the setting sun bask over him.

“Did you know elevators are still thing?” You asked snidely, a smirk played on your perfectly done up face. “You actually gave me a good run for my money, no one’s ever made me break sweat like that.” Peter propped himself up on his elbows and stared at you in awe as you walked over and took a seat next to him.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He said, shaking off his disbelief as his face hardened. It sent a pang through your heart, but you let the emotions show instead of hiding them like always.

“Peter, I just wanted to talk.” Your attitude shifted as you sat down next to him. “I know I act like I hate it here and like I hate you, but I really don’t. I hung out with my uncle long enough to learn everything I can about Stark Industries and how to be a distant, emotionally absent person.”

“Well don’t bother, because I’m fine.” He quickly stood up and marched away from you, getting ready to leave you again.

“No, Peter, you’re not.” You relaxed your clenched fist and let out a deep breath. “You aren’t sleeping, are you? And just about everything pisses you off even though it didn’t before and that pisses you off even more. Sometimes your heart just starts pounding and you can’t breathe, but you don’t know why and you think you’ll die right then and there.” Peter’s body tensed as you spoke, but he didn’t leave you. “Tell me I’m wrong, Peter, and I’ll leave you alone for good. I’ll go back to Stark Industries and never bother you again if you just tell me I’ve got it entirely wrong.”

Peter didn’t say anything at first and you were worried that he was going to ignore you and storm off again. You braced yourself for another chase until he let out a shaky breath and hung his head low.

“I dream about it every night.” His voice was quiet, but broken and your heart nearly broke right then and there. “I’m trapped under that building and no one can hear me. I’m screaming and no one will listen!”

You flinched when he shouted the last words as he turned around to face you. His eyes were rimmed with red and his chest was heaving with each breath. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and you finally saw how much it was all eating away at him.

“Peter, you’re here now.” You said in a calming voice and cupped his face in your hands. “It’s over.”

“I keep seeing it, seeing you, Ned, Aunt May trapped under there and I can’t get to you. I can’t stop the nightmares” His breath became shallower as the images of frightened faces came back to him and you pulled him in. “Every time I close my eyes, there I am, dead and useless.” Peter was shaking as he let out a shaky sob and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s not real, I’m okay, we’re all okay..” You said as gently as you could as he cried into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry Peter, about everything.”

He stayed like that, with his grasp getting a little tighter around your waist as he slowly calmed down. You didn’t rush him or try to tell him something that wasn’t true. Your uncle had been through the same thing and all he wanted was someone to be there to keep him grounded, to be something he could hold onto. Without something to remind him where he was, Tony would go back to New York when he thought he was going to die a million miles away from the people he loved so you wanted to be the person he could use to bring him back. Thankfully, he had Pepper to be that person again so you wanted to be that person for Peter now.

“Thank you,” Peter croaked once he calmed down enough to talk, “for staying, I mean.”

“What are you-”

“I heard you talking to Mr. Stark back at school.” Peter pulled away far enough to look you in the eyes, red as they were from crying too. “I went lookin’ for you after I snapped because I wanted to apologise and I heard the whole thing.”

“When you say you heard the ‘whole thing’ do you mean as in, like, the whole thing?” You cringed as you replayed the conversation with your uncle in your head.

“I heard enough.” Peter’s signature smirk was back and you didn’t even realize how much you missed it. “You didn’t have to look out for me like that.”

“I saw my uncle go through the same thing for so long, I couldn’t just sit by and watch you go through it alone.” Your voice was low, but he heard you and that smirk turned into a grateful smile as a dreamy sigh escaped you. “I care about you, Peter Parker.”

“I care about you too, Y/N, and then some.” Peter closed the space between you again, only this time it was to kiss you and you let the day’s stress melt away with that kiss.

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years

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From Spider to Spider (Peter Parker x Reader)

Requested by an arachnid amazing Anon: So glad your requests are open! I have an idea for ReaderxPeter Parker. They're a new couple and reader get stung by a radioactive spider and tries to keep it from Peter (she doesn't know he's Spiderman yet) but they find out about each other and He helps her and stuff and she becomes a Spider hero too! With a cool name like Arachne or something. Love your writing<3

A/N: I actually had almost the entire thing written as a OneShot with more of a Romeo and Juliet vibe going on (Reader would have been an Intern at Oscorp) and Harry Osborn playing Armor for the two of them, but I never actually found an end after literal months of trying so I decided to give myself a new perspective and do it like this and voíla! Here we are now. I hope you like this mix between headcanons and OneShot ❤️

The events started to unfold shortly after you had moved to Queens with your Father getting a new job at Oscorp in the R&D Departement

Changing school in the middle of the year was never easy, but on the second day a boy who introduced himself as Ned started talking to you and soon classified you as friend-worthy and introduced you to his friends Peter and MC

And boy, oh boy, it didn’t take long for you to fall head over heels for the cute and slightly shy geek boy that was Peter

Luckily that feeling was reciprocated by him and through your combined social awkwardness you managed to confess to each other and soon after you were officially dating

Everything was going great, you finally felt really content in your life, you had a cute boyfriend which your parents liked, your dad was happy in his new job and the school was way better than you thought it was - even though there were some annoyances that answered to the name Flash, but I digress

Obviously, as Murphy’s Law predicts, things couldn’t really stay that great for long

Now, to the bad part, even though bad might be in the eye of the beholder

It was a Friday evening and your dad had come home late from work and pretty tired, only sinking into his recliner after having had dinner at work and deciding to watch a movie with you and your mom, when he noticed that his phone must have still been in his briefcase and being the good child that you are you offered to fetch it for him

Just as you reached into the case to retrieve it you felt something pinch your hand

“Fuck!” you exclaimed and quickly pulled your hand out and shook it in pain, but that quickly dispersed

“Honey, everything okay?” you heard your mothers voice call out for you and after examining your hand you got the phone out and went back to them, telling them about how your dad really had to fasted the box with pins better if he didn’t want to hurt himself like you do

Your dad was too tired to tell you that he didn’t have a boy of pins in his briefcase and you hadn’t realised that what had stung you hadn’t been a needle at all, no it had been a small spider that had after that quickly crawled back deeper into the case where it would probably get crushed as soon as your dad took it into the subway the next morning

The next day you had basically forgotten all about the two red points still prominent on your hand, only having a strong urge to scratch at it

Scratch, scratch, scratch

When you returned home your hand was almost completely red and the two points had disappeared in a mess of more scratches that were close to bleeding with how much you had picked at it

That wasn‘t the worst though, the real trouble began the next morning when you woke up your temperature was going through the roof and a hot sweat coated your skin

Your parents immediatley excused you from school and took you to a doctor, but she was just as clueless as you were, having never seen such a case as yours

She assumed that it was an infection of some kind and prescribed you some antibiotics and sent you back home to keep some bed rest

Around late noon Peter texted you asking where you had been and you quickly gave him a once over explanation of your status, asking him if he could make notes for you and if he‘d be okay with keeping some distance until you were better as to not infect him too

You really didn‘t want to be the reason for that and even though he complained a little and told you being sick was worth being near you he complied and made sure to send you double the amount of heart emojis he usually would

Quite honestly how horrible you felt made it hard for you to believe you‘d ever be feeling fine again, but in a magical twist, it only took you about 48 hours to feel fine again

Actually a lot more than fine - the word fine didn‘t even do the way you felt justice - it was like you were a freshly born fawn running through a brightly lit forest clearing and breathing in the fresh and cleansing air

But this feeling of absolute health only lasted so long

And with so long I mean about a few hours, because suddenly shit started to hit the fan and that in a way that you had never felt before

The first time you noticed it was in sport class when a basketball was accidentally thrown into your direction (or rather directly at the backside of your head) and even though you didn’t even have the possibility of seeing it coming, you caught it with ease

The fact that you couldn’t throw it back, because it was somehow stuck to your head didn’t make the entire thing better to be honest

And did you need to mention how on the way home you tripped and dented a lamp post? Not incredibly fun if someone would ask you

At that point (with a few more weird happenings in between) you would probably actually prefer being sick again than whatever the hell was happening to you

It was when you came home and put the news on while making yourself some lunch that you finally had the revelation that could possibly explain what was happening to you

The newscaster talked about the newest Spider-man sightings and the footage showed him catch something that was thrown at him from behind and the connection immediately lit up in your head

What did Spider-man have? Weird powers and super senses. What was happening to you right now? You started showing weird powers and super senses.

Whatever Spider-Man was, and however he had become that, you were somehow going through the same thing right now and boy, oh, boy it wasn’t all too enjoyable

You weren’t even close to processing what your mind had just thought up when there was a ring at the door

Turning off the still running TV, you hurried to the door and opened it to reveal Peter

A little bit of panic filled you as you found yourself in a conundrum between wanting to tell him and not being sure what exactly you would even tell him if you were to talk to him about it

So you decided that until you knew better about what was happening and what was going on, you were going to keep to yourself

That just turned out to be quite a bit more difficult than you had presumed, because things were still getting stuck to you left and right and - even though Peter was oftentimes a little bit slow about these such of things - your boyfriend was starting to realise that something was definitely going on

You thought you were going to be able to get out of the situation without another incident, but as you were walking Peter to the door, you seemed to have underestimated your newfound strength because as you opened it, it came clean off

Like the hinges just ripped in half as if they were made of sand

“Wow, these must have been quite rusty, right?” You chuckled nervously, hoping that Peter would be too puzzled to ask too many questions, and put the door on the floor again

“Y/N?” He just looked between you and the door with wide eyes, “How did you do that?”

“It must have been rust, like I said,” you tried to squirm out of the situation but you knew you had been caught

He looked at the left over pieces of the hinges that were still shining golden new and with that even the last bit of hope that you’d get out of that

And so you decided to tell him, loving him enough to entrust him with that information, but you didn’t quite expect the look on his face

It was a look of shock but not the kind of shock that you had expected, no, not the kind of I-Never-expected-that-to-happen-and-I-would-have-never-guessed-that-it-ever-could, but rather the kind of I-Never-expected-that-to-happen-but-I’m-still-not-really-surprised

“Peter? Peter what is it?” you asked scared of what this reaction might be. He would leave you. Oh my gosh he was going to run out of the door any second now and never talk to you again and you would have to live as the weird spider-person forever.

“I think I have to tell you something…”

After that you are the surprised one, but it was quite a nice surprise

What were the odds that Spider-mans s/o would become a spider hero themselves?

Given the spider-history I think they’re not that unplausable, but let’s not mention that shall we

He’ll get right into teaching you how to control your new powers and about other side effects of your newfound ‘lifestyle’ that you should probably know about and sooner or later he’ll offer you to introduce you to Tony

After that it’s only a question of time until you’ll have your own suit and the name Arachne is all over the news

Obviously the life of a vigilante/hero in New York isn’t the safest or easiest one, but it is one hell of a lot better when you’re having the person that you love on your side like Peter and you did now

Also Tony’s adopt-all-kids-immediately Syndrom will definitely ping your as soon as he gets to know you but that’s a whole other thing

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spidey-d00d · 5 years

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Writing a one shot rn.... ReaderXPeter Parker set during CA:CW so ya know... get excited for some horrible writinggggg

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runningthe-maze · 6 years

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Hello! I saw your request post and was wondering if I might be able to request readerxPeter Parker where the reader takes care of an injured spider-man and they share their first kiss? Thanks! Have a lovely day

OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS YOU’RE THE BEST ILL POST IT ASAP

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imagineanythings · 5 years

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Panic

Pairing: ReaderxPeter Parker

The reader gets a visitor at an inopportune time, but he helps her through it.

Warnings: anxiety mention

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You were sitting in bed hugging your knees when you heard a tap on the window. You closed your eyes, knowing who it was but partially hoping they’d just go away. You took shaky breaths in and out as you heard the tapping again. After a long moment of silence you heard the window slide open and the sound of someone’s feet landing softly on the floor of your room. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, only one person could get to your window anyway. You just sat there, breathing in and out, trying to release the tightness in your chest. You heard footsteps coming closer until you finally felt Peter’s presence beside you. He sat down on the bed next to you, not touching you or saying anything, waiting for you to make the first move. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, eyes red and puffy. “Hey there” he began, his voice soft and gentle so as not to freak you out. “Are you ok?” you just shrugged your shoulders in response. “Alright that’s ok, do you want to talk about anything, or I can hold you if you want, or just sit here with you,” He said, trying to hold your gaze as you let your eyes drift back to the floor. “Or I don’t have to stay at all I’m sorry, it was rude of me to just come in, if you need time alone I totally get that,” He began to ramble, eyes wide with panic. You cut him off in a quiet voice “No,” you said, eyes not leaving the floor, “Please stay,” you said and he nodded, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. “What can I do?” He asked, still searching for your eyes. You took a shaky deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Sorry,” you said, “really anxious, my chest is tight,” the words didn’t come easy, you felt like you were choking on them, “hold my hand?” you asked, hoping the slight physical contact would bring some relief. “Of course,” Peter shifted a bit closer to you and intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb instinctively moving in comforting circles.

As he sat there he could hear your heart racing, and your shallow, panicked breathing, he could feel your pulse through your skin. His heart ached to do more, to calm you down and provide the comfort and safety you needed, but he knew the only way to do that is to listen to you and give reassurance however you need it. So he sat there, holding your hand, listening to your rapid heartbeat, wishing he could do more. “It’s all going to be ok,” he whispered gently, “I promise you, I’m here and it’s all going to be ok,” he could see some of the tension leave your body with his words and he smiled softly. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” He said, watching you take a shaky deep breath. You continued to try and calm yourself, shifting so that you were facing him. You noticed the way his eyes lit up a little when you turned to him, a sign that you were starting to feel better. Your chest was still tight, you didn’t think you could get any words out the way you wanted to so instead you just slowly moved to him and curled up with your head in his lap. He understood what you wanted and silently started running his fingers through your hair, gentle and slow. You let out another deep breath and tried to focus all your thoughts on the way it felt to feel him there caring for you, tried to make yourself believe that nothing else mattered in that moment.

Slowly, you felt your chest begin to loosen up. You could take deeper, more fulfilling breaths and your heart no longer felt like it was going to explode. As you began to feel more comfortable your body began to let go of all the tension that had built up. A feeling of genuine safety washed over you, and you felt your eyelids getting heavy as sleep pulled at you. Knowing Peter was there to take care of you, you let yourself drift off, breathing in his scent, surrounded by his warmth and feeling the comfort of his touch.

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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years

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Dangerous Make Out

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,032

Request from Anon: Are you gonna be writing any smut soon?

A/N: This wasn’t exactly a request but you asked the question so I wrote you some anyway. SEX, SMUT, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. If you are underage don’t read. Peter and Reader are 18 in this. If you aren’t into smut don’t read it.

There was a week left until graduation. Only a week, so like any rich teen who had a house to themselves (well in your case an entire penthouse), you threw a party.

You invited your entire class, not that it was all that large. You and your best friend MJ planned it down to a t and lucky enough that your dad had enough alcohol behind the bar that you didn’t even need to ask someone older to get you any.

You weren’t a bad kid but you did want everyone to have a great time. Especially your other best friend Peter.

God, he needed a break. Between being Spider-Man, applying to colleges and scholarships (even with your dad telling him he’d pay for his schooling), and actually doing the work for his current classes, working with your dad and still helping his aunt he barely had time to breathe.

You wanted this night to be good for everyone but most especially him. And frankly if you could get him to relax enough maybe he’d actually start paying attention to how much you liked him.

People started arriving, music was blaring, and it was nothing but a great time.

“Hey,” MJ called over the music into your ear. “Peter’s here.”

You smiled wide, “Thanks girl!” You immediately went and grabbed him a drink and found him. “Hey,” you greeted, putting the drink right in his hand before hugging him.

Peter smiled. “Hey, Y/N,” his arms wrapped around you. “I appreciate the drink but you know I can’t.”

You pouted up at him. “Come on Peter, just tonight. I wanna make sure you have fun.”

“I’ll have fun sober.” He tried to reason but the look on your face made him actually want to. “Alright alright. Just tonight.” He took a sip of the drink, it was strong but good.

The two of you managed to dance for what felt like hours. It was fun, even MJ and Ned joined in.

Well they did until you wrapped your arms around Peter, getting as close as possible to him.

He blushed slightly, you weren’t sure if it was because of you or the alcohol. But his hands found your hips.

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, earning a shudder from him. You placed a few gentle kisses along his soft skin too.

“Y-Y/N,” he stutterer out. He knew he was a bit drunk but he wasn’t going to let you continue if you were too drunk to not realize what you were doing.

“Hm?” You whispered into his ear. “If you’re going to ask, yes I know what I’m doing. There’s nothing dangerous with a little party make out, is there?”

“W-well no but-“

“Come on Peter, you’ve never thought about kissing me?” You placed another kiss below his ear.

“I-I… well yeah but-“

You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him right into your lips.

It was hungry and desperate, and he wondered if this was even okay but with the way you were kissing him and running your hand in his hair, he found himself not caring. This was happening. He actually might stand a chance with you because out of every person in your class you chose him.

“We should go to my room,” you whispered, not even waiting for an answer you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the party.

He was quick to climb over you once you were on your bed.

You couldn’t stop your hands from wandering under his shirt and up his toned abdomen and chest.

Peter finally broke the kiss with you but didn’t pause as he started trailing kisses down your neck. He couldn’t help but suck on your smooth skin, making you moan as he left a dark bruise there.

You tugged at his shirt, making him pull away.

He didn’t hesitate in giving you what you wanted. His shirt went flying, just as he reached for yours, “Only fair, right?”

You nodded and helped him remove your own.

His hand run up your side, as his lips descended lower onto your breasts, down even further over your stomach.

You pulled him back up to you and kissed him again. You trailed your hands back down and toyed with the hem of his jeans. You wanted him. And you were going to do what you could in order to get him. And if you couldn’t you’d go as far as you could with him as he’d let you. You let your nails scratch him.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, delving into yours. Both of you moaned.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer before flipping over.

He bit his lip as he moaned, you were sitting perfectly against his hard on.

You smirked and gave a testing swirl of your hips.

He looked at you with hazy eyes, refusing to let any more noise so you wouldn’t know how crazy you were making him. But he knew you already knew that with how hard he was, and you were sitting directly on him.

But you did let out a noise of your own.

“What happened to party make out?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips.

“It left my mind when I noticed how hard you are for me, and how wet I know I am for you.” You replied bluntly.

He searched your eyes, they held nothing but want and the truth. “Are we actually going to do this?”

You stroked along his pant line. “I want you Peter.”

That was all he needed to hear. He thrust up into you, making you rub down. He grabbed your neck, pulled you in for another hot kiss, and you were both lost.

You started shedding the rest of your clothes.

He ended up back on top of you once they were all gone. His lips locked with yours as his hand ran down and his fingers went to feel how wet you really were. You both moaned at the sensation. He swirled his fingers around your clit before sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you. He watched as your face turned to pleasure as he worked them up and down inside you.

Chills racked over you, the warmth that filled you because of how good he was at this made your toes curl. Every thrust up of his fingers had you whimpering. When you started moving with him he held your hips down.

“P-Peter, please, please oh my God that feels so so good,” You praised him, hoping he would let your orgasm come.

“What baby? You wanna cum? Tell me,” He demanded, as much as he loved watching you like this, he wanted you reaching over the edge. He wanted to be the one to take you there.

“Make me cum, Peter. I-I wanna so bad you’re so good at th-” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he was moving his fingers faster, pleasuring you, fulfilling your pleads to orgasm.

He covered your moan with a kiss, his fingers not stopping until you were panting through your nose, a layer of cold sweat coating your skin. He broke the kiss, smiling at you.

You smiled back before once again flipping him over and straddling him. The slickness of your orgasm helped you glide over his warm cock. You slid from the tip to the end and back up. You trailed kisses across his jaw. “I want you inside me, baby. Please? I have condoms, I want you so bad.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because he thought he may never get the chance again to make you feel so good, or it was because he wanted this too, he nodded. “Fuck I want to be inside of you, Y/N.”

You didn’t hesitate in reaching over to your nightstand. You were quick to get the condom and lube out and both on him before you fully stretched yourself out and were lining up on him. You slid down slowly, adjusting to the feeling of him being inside you.

Peter moaned and grabbed your hips tight. He knew he wouldn’t last that long, but he was going to make it worth it.

You never would have thought that morning that you’d be having sex with your best friend right now. You never would have guessed it would be this good. Even though you knew Peter was good at everything he did, you thought his awkwardness would overrun him in this kind of situation. You were seeing you were very wrong. You sank your way onto him then pulled up off of him. You found the perfect angle before you started moving faster.

You were so warm and soft. He leaned up, his arms wrapped around your back. His mouth found your breast, his tongue teased a nipple. He glanced up at you as he did it, all before suddenly flipping you over, making you yelp.

Peter chuckled, “My turn, babe.” He gave a slow thrust, before picking up speed.

Your legs wrapped around his back, you were a mess as you moaned along with his thrusts. “F-faster baby,” you muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

He obeyed, “You feel so good, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please Peter, please cum,” You begged, just about reaching your second orgasm.

His hips jerked as he came. His face showed all the pleasure he was feeling.

Reaching down as he came you teased your clit, successfully gaining your orgasm.

The two of you moaned together, then panted together.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you tossed your arm over your eyes.

Peter removed himself from you and went to your bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned he was surprised to see you already in his shirt. “I uh… I take it we aren’t heading back out to the party?”

You shook your head and pulled your covers back and slipped under them. You tossed the other side open for him. “Sex is great, but after sex cuddling is great too. If you want to…”

He grabbed his boxers and slid them on before climbing in beside you. His hand traveled up your side, and slowly brushed your hair over your ear. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You blushed. “W-well…”

“Was this just a one time thing that isn’t supposed to mean anything after tonight? Just something to try? Because I gotta be honest… I’ve wanted to be with you since we met and I don’t mean just physically Y/N and I don’t want this happening again if-“

You leaned over and kissed him. It was gentle this time. “Here I thought I had to trick you to get your attention, guess I never realized I already had it huh?”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah doll, you already did. Can I take you out before we do this again? Because I definitely think there should be more of this.”

You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You kissed him again, putting your feelings for him into it, just like he did.

The following morning you woke in Peter’s arms, to the sound of your father yelling your name.

Thankfully you were covered up because your door was thrown open and hit the wall with a thud.

Both you and Peter jumped.

Tony glared at the two of you. He was shocked to see Peter in your bed, however there were more important things he had to take care of. “We’ll talk about this later, Y/N Y/M/N Stark. Right now you’re going to explain to me why my penthouse it trashed!”

You could only stare in fear at him. “D-Dad I-”

Peter swallowed thickly, “S-so much about nothing dangerous about making out, h-huh?” He knew Tony was going to kill him. He just hoped it’d be a quick death so he wouldn’t have to help you clean the mess your fellow classmates left behind.

Tony shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He turned around and left the two of you, knowing you’d soon follow and deal with the aftermath of the party you threw.

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arrow-guy · 7 years

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My Heart Went Boom

I combined a couple of requests from a couple of v v v lovey anons, I hope you guys don’t mind!:

1. Hi!! I had an idea where the reader is in the library doing something and listening to music with headphones and she sees Peter Parker and Helpless from Hamilton comes on?? And it goes through their relationship please? Thank you if you can!!!!!

2. If requests are still open, could you please do a really fluffy one with Peter Parker where you are not dating yet but are best friends and are cuddling while watching a movie and fall asleep together??? Thank you so much!!!!

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you guys for sending those requests in! I really hope you don’t mind me combining the prompts, but they fit together so nicely I couldn’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this piece!! ;u;

Pairing: Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 3303

Warnings: None

-Fifteen-

He’s been sitting there, across the room, for the past hour and a half, fidgeting and trying to study. He’s not getting much done and a few librarians have had to come by his table and ask him to quiet down. Almost every single time he would look up at me, we would lock eyes and then he would quickly look away like he’s embarrassed. I don’t know if he’s embarrassed to know that someone’s been watching him or if it’s the fact that he’s been shushed so many times, but it’s cute.

I’d look away but, the fact of the matter is, I don’t want to. His face is slightly angular and holds a soft attractiveness. His mannerisms are different from anyone I’ve ever seen before. I’ve been around people who are prone to fidgeting, but this is a whole new level. Both of his legs are bouncing, he’s tapping his pencil on the book he’s trying to read and he keeps flexing and relaxing the muscles in his shoulders. It’s like sitting down doesn’t agree with him at all and his entire body is protesting being sat in a chair for so long. He’s got his face all scrunched up in concentration and his hair is a little messy due to the amount of times he’s run his hand through it. Everything about him is just interesting.

He’s getting shushed for the fourth time as Right Hand Man is fading into A Winter’s Ball. He looks up at me, eyes wide, and I cover my mouth to muffle the giggle that slips past my lips. He immediately flushes and drops his gaze back to his book, tangling his fingers into his hair and I decide the lyrics of the song don’t fit him at all.

After a few moments of actual peace and quiet a sizeable explosion can be heard from outside and the entire library seems to shake, the windows rattling loudly. I pull my earbuds from my ears and look around the building, concerned for my fellow patrons, before looking back to the boy whom I had been staring at for nearly two hours, but he’s gone. It’s like he vanished in the ten seconds it took for me to look around.

A round of shouting outside prompts me to head to one of the windows to see what’s going on.

There’s a massive crowd gathered around a small crater in the middle of the street. There are about four cars turned on their sides from, what I would guess was, the force from the blast I’d heard previously. I don’t see anything that could have caused the explosion until I look up. Above the rooftops a glider circles the small patch of New York as if it’s looking for something, possibly someone.

There’s a blur of blue and red past the window and the glider practically dives after it. As it gets closer I find that it’s the Green Goblin. He must have modified the explosives he usually uses to be more powerful to draw attention to what he’s doing. He must really want someone’s attention.

The blue and red blur slows and finally solidifies enough for me to make out who it is. It’s Spiderman. That’s who the goblin was trying to draw out and that’s who he’s dive bombing right this second.

I watch in awe as he manages to dodge and sling back every single attack the Goblin threw at him. He’s incredible and I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from him. That is, until he lands on the outside wall of the building and the Green Goblin follows suit. I slowly back away from the window as the Goblin produces a bomb from his belt. As soon as Spiderman launches himself away from the wall I break out into a sprint away from where I was standing.

The blast propels me forward, knocking me to the floor. The force of the second explosion sends shelves toppling and books flying everywhere. I'm buried under a massive pile of books, but I can still see the fight. Spiderman continues to dance around the Goblin, flinging the occasional bookcase at him and webbing him up as much as possible when he has the chance.

Eventually he goes down, knocked out and webbed to the neck. Spiderman walks away from the scene triumphantly and I heave a sigh of relief. He disappears from my line of sight but, about two minutes later, I hear the pounding of feet headed in my direction.

Someone starts shifting the massive piles of books that's covering me. When it's gone I can finally take a full, deep breath again. I roll over onto my back to find the boy I had been looking at kneeling next to me. A look of relief flashes across his face when our eyes meet.

“You're okay.” I say sitting up from the pile, books shifting as I move.

“Yeah, I am, I guess. Why?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow slightly.

“After the explosion you disappeared for a bit. I got a little worried.”

“O-oh,” I watch as his face flushes and he looks away in an attempt to hide it. “Yeah, I, uh, I had to go use the, uh, the bathroom.” He pats his legs absentmindedly, nodding his head, seemingly pleased with his answer. “That is definitely where I was.”

“Okay,” I laugh at his response. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I extend my hand to him. “I figure I should introduce myself after staring at you for so long.”

“Sounds appropriate.” He chuckles in response and shakes my hand. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

I see a familiar face in the crowd. I can’t quite remember where I’ve seen them before, so I hang back at a newspaper stand so I can figure out who they are. They’ve got their head down, probably looking at a phone, but somehow they manage to avoid every single person in their path. When he finally looks up I finally recognize him and he grins at me.

“Peter!” I call, waving to him. He waves back and quickens his pace.

“It's good to see you, (Y/N).” He greets me with a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders.

“It's good to see you too!” I hug him back and relish the embrace. He smells like a campfire, lavender and pencil shavings, but in the best possible way.

“How have you been?” He asks, pulling away from me and holding my shoulders.

“I've been good! How are you?”

“I've been pretty okay. School’s been a little crazy, but nothing I can't handle.” He nods, satisfied with his answer.

“Well, that's good.” I laugh. “Where were you headed?”

“I was gonna try my luck at the library, but it's still closed for construction, so I decided to just walk in the other direction until I found something interesting.”

“Oh! I had no idea the library was still closed. Dang...”

“Yeah...”

“Hey, would you maybe want to hang out at my place? I don’t live too far away...”

“That actually sounds awesome.”

“Really? Cool, okay, well I just live about five blocks that wa-” My voice is drowned out by a loud chorus of shouting. Peter seems to be frozen in place as he looks around the block. “What is it?”

“Something’s coming.” He finally looks back to me. “I think you should head back home. It could get dangerous.”

“What about you?”

“I'll be fine, don't worry.” With his hands on my shoulders he turns my body around. “I just need you to be safe.”

“O-okay.” I grab his hand and scribble my phone number onto the back of it. “After whatever's happening is over, you call me and you let me know you're safe, okay?”

“Deal, now go.”

I quickly jog back to my apartment and park myself on the couch, phone in hand, to wait for his call. I wait for about half an hour before I get bored and try to distract myself by listening to Hamilton again. I pick up right where I left off at the end of A Winter’s Ball and Helpless immediately begins to play.

Leaning back into the sea of throw pillows I close my eyes and finally relax for a moment.

My phone vibrates and I immediately answer it. I rise from my seat, pulling my earbud from my ear and replacing it with the speaker of my phone.

“Hello?” I ask, my voice shaking ever so slightly. I pace the room hoping waiting for the response.

“(Y/N)?”

“Peter? Is that you?” I hear a quiet sigh on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry.” I sigh in relief and flop down onto the couch. “You went back to your place, right? You’re safe?”

“I’m good, yeah.”

“Thank goodness.” He sighs, relief evident in his voice.

“Y'know, the offer to come over still stands.”

“Does it now?” He sounds like he's smiling.

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna swing by we could watch a movie or something.” I shrug. “I dunno, it's all up to you now, Parker.”

I hear him laugh on his end. “Earlier, you said you lived a few blocks away?”

“I did yeah. If you just stay on that same sidewalk and keep walking straight you could be here in, probably, five minutes?”

“Sounds like an interesting proposition, (Y/N).” He says. “Guess I'll be there I feel five minutes.”

“I'll wait for you on the stoop!”

-Seventeen-

That afternoon turned into dozens of afternoons in the weeks to come. As we got to know each other better time seemed to fly faster. Before we knew it, two years had come and gone during our friendship.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think Peter was handsome. He's grown taller and his face has become more trim. He's grown into the angles he had when I first saw him. His eyes are bright most of the time, like he's finally found his passion. Most of the time I worry that he's met someone at his high school and left me for people who are closer to him. The most reassuring thing is when I see him ambling up my street and bounding up the stoop to the front door of my apartment building.

Today Peter convinced me to watch a quiet Ghibli movie, Whisper of the Heart, and as soon as the movie started he stretched himself out across the couch and rested his head in my lap. Absentmindedly, I started to comb my fingers through his hair and he was soon asleep.

I tried to make it through the movie, but it's been a long week at school and I just can't keep my eyes open.

Peter wakes up, groggy from his short nap. The unfamiliar strain of fingers in his hair reminds him of where he is. He doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he's glad he did. Something about being one of the few people to know what (Y/N) looks like when she's asleep warms his heart. In the most appropriate and platonic way, of course.

He always feels most comfortable around (Y/N). Something about the way she accepted him so readily that first day caused him to feel drawn to her. She's always been very understanding of his schedule and how it changes unexpectedly. She's never once questioned him having to cancel a get together and he's thankful for that.

Peter hates feeling like he has to keep Spiderman a secret from her. Knowing (Y/N), she'd probably accept him in a heartbeat and their relationship would be stronger for it. The only thing keeping him from telling her is his worry for her own safety. He worries that if she knew who he was, she would be in danger, and he couldn't live with himself if that were to happen.

Gently, he removes (Y/N)’s hands from his hair and rises from his entirely too comfortable spot on the couch. He doesn’t want to leave quite yet. He really, really doesn’t. Instead, he picks (Y/N) up and lays her down on the sofa before joining her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. Unconsciously, she snuggles into his chest and sighs quietly. He smiles happily to himself before drifting off to sleep.

-Nineteen-

“What’s got you so antsy, Pete?” I ask, gently taking Peter’s left hand in my right and lacing our fingers.

“Hmm?” He hums absentmindedly, turning his head to look at me. For some reason he never runs into anyone, regardless of whether or not he’s watching where he’s walking. “I’m sorry, my mind was somewhere else, did you say something?”

“You’ve been jumpy all day.” I furrow my brow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No-yes, it’s just...” He trails off, lifting his right hand to his mouth and biting at his thumbnail. “I don’t know how you’ll react.”

“We’ve been dating for nearly two years. I don’t think there’s much you could tell me that surprises me at this point.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, stopping us in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Why are you so worried about this?” I run my thumb over his knuckles. “Are you cheating on me or something?”

“What?! No! Of course not, (Y/N), you know I would never do that.”

“Then just tell me what’s going on.” I huff. “If it’s got you this worked up, then it has to be something important.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly. Once he’s calmed himself enough he pulls me across the street and into the alleyway next to a corner store with a flickering ‘open’ sign. When Peter determines that we’re far enough away from the public to actually talk to me he releases my hand and turns away from me, running his hands through his hair.

I open my mouth to speak but, before any sound can come out, I find my mouth covered with a weird, sticky webbing and my sound of horror is muffled by it. When I look at Peter he’s looking at me apprehensively. My eyebrows lower, unimpressed by his little show.

“I fmphinph nephit.” My words come out in a muffled mumble.

“What?” He asks. I roll my eyes in annoyance and point to my mouth. “Oh, right, sorry.” He manages to rip the webbing away without leaving any strings behind. “You were saying?”

“I said, I fucking knew it.”

“Wait, you knew?!”

“Yeah, you’re terrible at hiding your costume.” I have to suppress a laugh. “I mean really, you bring that backpack on every date we've ever gone on and you constantly wear shirts that are a little too small for you so when you stretch your arms over your head, I can see the red and blue part on your little tummy there.” I poke him in the stomach to prove my point.

“Okay, you've made your point.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me to his chest before moving his hands to my waist.

“Have I?” I place my hands on his chest and quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” His grip on my waist tightens. “Are you mad?”

“No. I know you had your reasons.”

He gently pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Thank you for understanding.”

“It’s in the girlfirend job description, Pete.” I feel a laugh rumble through his chest.

“Is it really?”

“Yup, must be understanding. It’s right under; incredibly generous and fantastic hugger.”

-Twenty Two-

“Where are you, Peter? You were supposed to meet me at my apartment fifteen minutes ago.”

“Sorry, there was a bank robbery and I got held up. I promise I’m on my right now.”

“You better be.” I grumble.

“You want me to pick you up?”

“What?”

“I could swing by and grab you if you wait for me on the stoop.”

“Wait, you mean actually swing by and grab me, don’t you.”

“What else would I mean?”

I sigh and shake my head. “I honestly don’t know.”

“So, do you want me to pick you up, or just meet you on the stoop like a normal boring person?” His tone is light and joking. I don't answer straight away, not entirely sure about what to do. “I'm two blocks away, so I kind of need an answer.”

“Are you sure it's safe?”

“Of course it is.” He says, sounding entirely confident. “I wouldn't have suggested it if it weren't.”

I sigh and stomp down the stairs, out the front door of the apartment building and out onto the stoop. “You better not drop me, Parker.”

I hear him chuckle before the line goes dead. I tuck my phone away in my purse and wait for him to “swing by” as he promised he would. It's not long before I hear a loud whooping and am quickly scooped up by the love of my life.

He holds me tight to him, his hand fastened securely around my waist. Just to ensure my safety, I wrap my arms around his neck before burying my face in his chest to avoid watching the blur of buildings and lights around us.

After a short time, we're standing on solid ground again. Regardless, I refuse to open my eyes.

Peter laughs and takes my hands in his. “You can open your eyes now, (Y/N), it's okay.”

“Nope, I refuse.”

“Okay,” I feel his arms move in what I'm guessing is a shrug. “But you're going to miss out on the view.”

“What?” I ask, cracking open one eye. I see a soft blurry glow surrounding Peter and I can't help myself opening both eyes. Behind Peter has to be the largest amount of candles I've ever seen in my life. Peter has his mask off and is looking at me expectantly. “Peter, what is this?”

“How long have we known each other?” He asks.

“Seven years.” I answer quietly.

“And how many of those years have I loved you?”

“Peter...”

“How many?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“All of them,” He squeezes my hands. “I have loved you all seven of them.” He sighs quietly and lets go of one of my hands before getting down on one knee. “I want to love you for as many years as I possibly can, so,”

“Peter, oh my gosh, what are you doing?”

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), will you marry me?” He asks, producing a simple ring from the collar of his suit.

I cover my mouth with my free hand, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, of course I will.”

He grins and slips the ring onto my finger before quickly standing up and hugging me, picking me up and twirling me around in the process. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

“Ditto, spider-dork.” I laugh and press a kiss to his cheek.

A flash goes off and both Peter and I look around, confused.

“Oh yeah, that’s going in the scrapbook.” A slightly electronic voice sounds to my right and Peter’s left.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter and I ask at the same time.

“What, you expected me to sit at home and wait for you to visit with the news after you told me you were proposing to your sweetheart? Sorry, kid, that’s not how I work.”

I roll my eyes and kiss Peter on the cheek one more time. “You’re lucky he’s cute, Mr. Stark, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with this nonsense.”

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years

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So glad your requests are open! I have an idea for ReaderxPeter Parker. They're a new couple and reader get stung by a radioactive spider and tries to keep it from Peter (she doesn't know he's Spiderman yet) but they find out about each other and He helps her and stuff and she becomes a Spider hero too! With a cool name like Arachne or something. Love your writing<3

With this being the first thing I’ve published since my extended hiatus, I am very well aware that this is probably not my best work, but I still hope that this is to your satisfaction. You can read ‘from Spider to Spider’ here and I hope that you like it. <3

#ask #answered #anon

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imagineanythings · 5 years

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Getting Over It (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: Alcohol mention

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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After lunch you and Peter walked back across campus together, shoulders touching, to watch a bit of a football game that a friend of yours was playing in. As you walked you began catching up about more mundane things, how May’s been doing, what college is like, all the basic things that had been put off by Peter’s recent heartbreak. You two continued to talk and laugh and you felt more at ease than you’d felt in a long time. When you got to the game you stood next to him, leaning on the fence with your elbows touching. You relished in the small bit of warmth as a cool fall breeze ran through the air, sending shivers down your spine. Peter felt your body shake and wordlessly put his coat around your shoulder, leaving him in just his thin hoodie. You smiled to yourself as his scent wrapped around you, a comfort you weren’t even aware you would enjoy. “Thank you, you know I run cold” you said, pulling the jacket around yourself a bit tighter. He just smiled and shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, I run warm anyway,” You two watched the rest of the game mostly in a comforting silence, cheering when appropriate but mostly just enjoying the closeness and comfort of such a mundane moment. At the end of the 3rd quarter you reluctantly left him to shower at your dorm before he got back. As you walked home alone you tried not to think about him, which was made extremely difficult by his coat that you were wrapped in, which was practically drowning you in his scent, clouding your thoughts and emptying your mind of anything that wasn’t him. You sighed and shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, trying to forget the way you thought you saw him blush as he gave you his jacket.

As you got in the shower and let the hot water rush over you, you tried, for what felt like the millionth time since Friday, you tried to clear your head of him. You had never felt like this in high school, never felt your head so clouded or your stomach so twisted with confusion. You tried to let the steam and heat relax you and distract you from the way your head was spinning, but every time you closed your eyes it was only him. Particularly that night, almost 3 years ago now, alcohol on your breath, his lips on yours, his hands in your hair. The pit of guilt you both felt, the fear of jeopardizing your friendship, your insistence from that point on that you could never really see him that way, and your mutual agreement to pretend it never happened all ran through your mind at a mile a minute. But then you remembered what it felt like to fall asleep next to him, to feel his warmth and rhythmic breathing, and suddenly your thoughts weren’t racing anymore. They were moving slowly and delicately through your mind, allowing you to linger and get lost in them. You thought about the way he smiled at you as you ran off the field and into his arms, letting yourself for just a moment savor the way your heart skipped a beat when people immediately assumed you were dating. You tried to shake it all off before one final image entered your head and wiped it all away. You thought of him smiling at you as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, his scent suddenly the only thing you could focus on, along with his lingering warmth still upon the jacket. Your heart picked up speed as you felt something in you that you had long denied growing more and impossible to ignore. Rather than confront that now though, you abruptly turned off the water and grabbed your towel, letting the sting of the cold air consume your thoughts even just for a moment.

You came back into your room to see Peter sitting on your bed, looking at all the posters and pictures on your wall. “Hey!” He said, turning and smiling at you. You adjusted your towel quickly, suddenly very conscious of the fact that you were fully naked underneath. “Hey.” You said with a bit of a forced smile, an attempt to conceal your nerves. Unsure what to do, you settled on moving towards your closet to try and find something to wear for going out. Peter seemed to understand and sat up a little straighter, “Sorry, I can leave if you want me to,” he said, clearly a bit less relaxed than he was moments before.

“No, um, it’s alright, I mean, I can keep it discreet, you won’t see anything you haven’t seen before,” you attempted a slight joke, looking over your shoulder to see him blushing a bit and looking away.

“Alright,” he said with a slight chuckle, “If you say so,” You tried to preserve your modesty by keeping yourself covered with a towel as you put on your bra and underwear. It took pretty much every ounce of your willpower not to turn around and see if he was watching. You pulled on your favorite pair of ripped jeans and started pulling out various tank tops that might look good. You turned to get Peter’s opinion and you could have sworn he had just looked away moments before, suddenly trying to divert his attention elsewhere. “Ok I could actually use your help deciding what to wear,” you said, holding up a few different shirts. He looked back towards you, looking momentarily shaken but he quickly sat up a bit more and showed he was paying attention. “Alright, let’s see the options,” He said with a smile. You pulled on one shirt after another, all being met with mediocre albeit supportive responses from Peter. Finally, you tried on a black tank top with a bit of lace along the neckline. At first he didn’t say anything, just stared kind of blankly and you took that as a negative response and moved to take it off. “No!” He blurted out suddenly, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “You look...” he trailed off for a moment, searching for the words, “I mean... you look... hot,” he finally breathed out, you tried to hide your blush and embarrassment with a small laugh, “Alright, this one it is,” you said, putting the other options away, trying to ignore the fact that you could feel his eyes still intently watching you.

You turned away as he changed, occasionally stealing glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking. Once he assured you that he was covered up, you started on your makeup. To your surprise, Peter sat behind you, peering over your shoulder, seemingly mesmerized by what you were doing. “Why do you wear all this? I mean it looks great, but you’re already so beautiful without it. Plus you barely notice half of this stuff anyways.” he said, and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that he called you beautiful, despite the fact that he glossed over it as if it were completely normal for him to say that. You blushed a bit, “I guess it just makes me feel more confident,” trying to play things cool, you attempted a chill shrug and moved on to your lips. “Whoa...” he said, his eyes wide and focused fully on your lips, “That stuff’s crazy,” you let out a small giggle, making it difficult to keep your hand steady.

“What? Lip gloss?” You asked and he nodded, moving even closer to look.

“Yeah, it’s just so shiny and it makes your lips look so...” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your lips, his mouth practically hanging open. You scrunched up your nose.

“Weird?” you suggested in an attempt to break the tension.

“What?” He asked, his eyes suddenly wide and panicked, “No! Sorry! Not weird at all, just... really nice,” he said with a nervous laugh, refusing to look at you now.

“Thanks,” you said, brushing some of your hair from your face. You sighed and said the only thing you could think of to break the tension: “So... Wanna start drinking?”

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imagineanythings · 5 years

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Getting Over It (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: None.

Prologue Chapter 1

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“Alright Parker come on, it’s your recovery weekend so you get to pick,” you said, scrolling up and down through your library on your laptop.

“Ok, Ok, let’s go with a classic, how about A New Hope?” Peter asked, eyes finally looking somewhat lively again.

“Great choice, couldn’t have picked a better one myself,” you said, clicking on the movie and motioning for Peter to move so that we could sit more comfortably. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in your small twin bed, the laptop resting on your left thigh and Peter’s right. As you watched the movie, Peter felt the first sense of normalcy since he caught his ex with another guy. His heart finally felt a little less empty as the two of you joked your way through the movie, laughing and making all kinds of inside jokes. One movie led to another, and soon the joking slowed as drowsiness began to take over. You looked over at him and saw his head drooping and his eyes fluttering closed. Slowly, his head began to fall until it came to rest on your shoulder, and you could hear his gentle breathing close to your neck. You tried not to focus on the way you could feel the rise and fall of each breath, the way he shifted in his sleep, nuzzling closer, his face buried in your shoulder and neck. You sat there, just relishing in being near him, until you eventually gave into his warmth and comfort and let sleep wash over you as well.

In the morning when you woke up, Peter had turned on his side and wrapped an arm around you, his face still buried in your neck. Your legs were tangled together and your head had come to rest on his at some point during the night. You smiled to yourself at the closeness between the two of you and how easy this came. This was a common occurrence when the two of you were in high school, you’d watch a movie and wake up the next morning in a tangle of limbs. But this time felt more intimate than that. You moved to look at Peter, serenely asleep, but your movement caused him to stir, nuzzling closer into your neck before opening his eyes and realizing where he was. He pushed away quickly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Shoot we must have fallen asleep during the movie,” He said, face growing a bit red.

“Just like old times,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he seemed to soften a bit with that. He began to stretch out and wake himself up more as you looked around for your phone. You looked at the time and cursed to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, leaning to look at the time.

“I gotta be at the locker room in 10 minutes,” Peter looked at you quizzically and you sighed, “I have a game today, I told you that before you came,” you said, shaking your head as you rushed around the room gathering your stuff.

“Sorry! You know I’ve been out of it recently,” Peter said and you laughed a bit.

“Don’t worry I’m not mad just a bit stressed,” you said, putting your hair up. “Take your time getting dressed, the field is just down the hill and the game is in about an hour and a half. There’s really good coffee just down the street from here if you want some, I’ll be out there warming up in about half an hour so if you need anything you can text me or come find me at the field.” You had begun to ramble, causing Peter to cut you off with a laugh and place his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes,”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” He smiled, “Thank you for looking out though I really appreciate it,” You pushed some flyaway hair behind your ear and nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Ok, sorry. Just, seriously if you need anything text me or come find me,” He just laughed in response.

“I promise I will, now you just focus on your game, ok?” You smiled and nodded, making sure you had everything one last time before rushing to the locker room. You didn’t see the fond way Peter smiled at you as you rushed out the door with your roommate who was yelling at you to hurry up.

As you two were rushing to the locker room your roommate gave you a smirk. “So, someone slept late... missing out on sleep last night?” She asked. You just waved her off.

“No way, Peter’s my best friend and he just got out of a relationship. Yeah no way that would happen.”

“Ok then....” She shrugged and dropped the topic as you two entered the locker room.

As you put on your uniform you began to wonder if what your roommate said had any weight to it, if that was even a possibility. Definitely not right now at least, but you’d be lying if you said you had never thought about it. You tried to shake those thoughts from your head as you headed up to the field. Thankfully, once you started warming up, focus came naturally. Playing was one of the best things for clearing your head, letting your body take control and following your instincts, having a clear objective to be accomplished with nothing else to focus on for the duration of the game. There was a sense of freedom from any unwanted thoughts that you relished in until... damn it.

There he was, smiling at you as you came off the field. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight even though you were drenched in sweat. Suddenly the clarity and focus was gone. “Dude I had no idea you were so good!” He said enthusiastically as he broke the hug. You blushed, “Thanks, but you don’t have to be nice to me,” He laughed and shook his head. “Dude I’m being real! You were incredible out there, honestly I’m not even gonna try because you know you’re good” you just shook your head and smiled, trying to pretend you didn’t feel your heart pick up the pace a bit. You brought him to the post-game lunch and introduced him to your teammates, feeling both embarrassed and a confusing excitement when many of them immediately assumed he was your boyfriend. You were too busy dealing with your own embarrassment to notice the slight blush and small smile that crept onto Peter’s face at those remarks. As you two ate lunch and talked with your teammates you had trouble suppressing a smile, your roommate’s remarks still prominent in the back of your mind.

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imagineanythings · 5 years

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Getting Over It (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

When Peter goes through a rough breakup, he visits the reader to try and get his mind off of it.

Warnings: None, just some hurt/comfort for now

Prologue

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It was a few days after your phone call when you saw him emerge from the train station with just a small backpack. You had to admit he looked rough, but the smile that came across his face when he spotted you confirmed that inviting him here was the right thing to do. “Peter!” you yelled, no longer able to hold yourself back as you ended up running into his arms. You felt him squeeze you tight, like he was glad to finally have something real to hold onto. “Hey Y/N” he said quietly into your ear, “It’s good to see you” you could hear his voice shaking a bit and tried to squeeze a little tighter to reassure him. “Come on,” you said, smiling and pulling away, “The road to recovery starts now!” He managed a small smile and got into your car.

The two of you talked a bit on the drive, mostly just you trying to make sure he was ok, and consistently reassuring him about the weekend. Even though he was your best friend and you two usually shared everything with each other, you could feel him holding back his pain as best he could, which made you hurt for him even more, but you were at least glad that he was here, in person, so you could really take care of him and help him through everything.

As you walked into your two-room double you introduced him to your roommate, whose room you had to go through to get to your own. You had explained everything to her before he had gotten here, so you could tell she was doing her best to keep things super light and surface level. After they got to know each other a bit, you showed Peter to your room to get him settled. He put down his backpack and sat down next to you on your bed. “So” you started, “Wanna tell me how you’re really doing?” He just shook his head in response and you could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Really not great,” he breathed out slowly and shakily. “My heart hurts all the time and my chest is so tight I can’t breathe. There’s just this wave of sadness continually washing over me and I think I’m gonna die,” The tears were streaming down his face now, and you took his hand in yours gently. “I just can’t believe she’d do that to me, ya know? I trusted her and cared about her so much.”

“I know, I know, and I’m so so sorry that happened to you. I’ve been there it really is the worst feeling ever, but trust me, I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but it’s gonna fade away eventually. Some day, sooner than you’d expect, you’ll realize that its entirely gone, and you have no idea when it happened.” you said, putting your other hand on his shoulder and rubbing comfortingly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling a bit, “It does fucking suck,” he actually managed a small laugh and you caught on.

“People fucking suck man” You agreed, shaking your head, now laughing with him. It was so comforting to see that he could still find some humor in spite of the situation. You calmed yourself down a bit and he gave you a soft, genuine smile. “Thank you, Y/N, this all really means a lot.”

“Of course man. You’re my best friend.” You said, returning his smile, “Now, are you ready for your first distraction?” You asked, reaching for your laptop. He nodded enthusiastically.

“Bring it on baby,” He said, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Alright,” You smiled, “Movie time! I’ve got every Star Wars, every Indiana Jones, and anything else you could possibly want,” A huge smile came across Peter’s face.

“God you know me too well”

#spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #Spiderman x reader #spidermanxreader #reader x spiderman #readerxspiderman #Peter parkerxreader #Peter Parker x reader #readerxpeter parker #reader x Peter parker #Peter parker #marvel #mcu #college au #if these chapters can be longer lmk I have no idea what I'm doing and for some reason I'm real stressed about chapter length #slow burn #friends to lovers

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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years

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Finding The Love Of Your Life

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,603

Summary: Your friend sets you up with her friend, but what happens when you start to like this handsome guy that delivers to your job?

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted in 800 years. This isn’t great but I just needed to write SOMETHING.

The look on your face should have told your best friend that you were done with her pestering. Once again she was mentioning some guy she wanted to set you up with.

“Come on, he’s a great guy,” MJ stated to you once again.

“Mary Jane,” you started. “I’m not going on a blind date, with anyone. It’s not my thing. I’d rather meet someone on my own and make a connection. Not feel obligated to like the person because you set us up. This is the last time I want to hear anything about this. I’m sick of it!”

She sighed, “Will you talk to him at least? Just text. You never know you might like him. I think you will at least. Plus then if you don’t like him you don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings to his face.” She reached over and grabbed your phone. Immediately she texted her friend.

You reached out for your phone but she kept it out of reach, and being in a cafe you knew better than to leap over the table at her. When she handed it back the message was sent.

‘Hey Peter, it’s MJ. This is my friend Y/Ns number she’d really like to get to know you so don’t screw this up!’

You groaned. “Dammit M, what the hell!”

“You won’t regret talking to him, I promise.”

Shaking your head you set your phone down. “Fine.” You didn’t tell her you were interested in someone, it would just end in too many questions that you didn’t even have the answers to.

It was a few hours later when you finally heard back from him. It was a simple ‘Hi Y/N’

‘Hey’ you responded. Then followed up with ‘sorry about MJ. You don’t have to talk to me’

Peter frowned to himself. He really did want to. MJ really knew how to talk you up. You sounded really sweet and cool. Even if you two just ended up as friends. ‘If you want me to leave you alone I will, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. It’s not like we have take it any further than that if you don’t want to.’

You debated his words. He had a good point. ‘Alright, I can manage that.’

And that was how it started. You became fast friends, only after about a month you wanted to meet and he always managed to get out of it somehow. It was rather a turn off.

Peter didn’t exactly want to miss the few times you tried to meet up with him. He was just busy. It wasn’t easy neglecting people that needed his help. It also wasn’t easy when he had packages to deliver to pay his bills.

You were really developing a crush on the delivery guy that came to your work. He was perfect. Curly brown hair and brown eyes. A nice build and he was always so sweet to you.

And God, since that first day he came in and left with a wink at you, you were hooked.

As much as Peter liked you, and while he wasn’t much of a flirt, there was a beautiful young lady that worked at one of the places he delivers to. When she bat her eyelashes at him he couldn’t stop himself from winking at her as he left.

That was the routine. You’d small chat with the man every time he was in. He flirted with you in subtle ways.

Only every time he left you thought of Peter. Frankly, you did find yourself liking him, a lot. He was sweet and really seemed to care about you. If only he’d meet you. You want to know if things would work between you if you were more than friends.

But getting ditched all the time was not something you wanted to happen. And if he was like that now, what was to say it wouldn’t be that way if you did start to date?

So that morning you texted him ‘Lets meet up friday night, please?’

Peter responded a few hours later, right before his delivery to your work. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’ He really would, but only because he had a feeling in his gut that you might actually like him and if that was true he wanted to break things to you easily. You might be perfect, but suddenly this new woman he’d met, well she was wonderful. And it wasn’t a set up like how it was with you because of MJ.

‘Friday night at 7? We can get dinner.’

‘Sounds good’ he put his phone away before walking into your job.

You smiled warmly at him. “Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he said setting a package down on the counter. “Listen, are you free this weekend at all? I’d really like to take you out. If that’s okay I mean…”

Your face flushed but you nodded. “Yeah, not friday night but saturday for sure.”

Peter smiled wide, he offered his hand to you. “Peter,” he introduced, you’d been referring to him by his last name since that was what was printed on his shirt.

“Y/N,” you replied, a thought of how strange that was popped into your head but you knew there were plenty of people in the world with the name Peter so it was probably just a coincidence. And since it couldn’t be that he was really the other, at least if things didn’t work between you and MJ’s Peter, you would get to go out with this Peter, and at least you knew he liked you too.

The thought also swept through Peter’s head, but it couldn’t be right. He pushed it aside, but he if it turned out you were MJ’s Y/N, well then it turned out to be a win win.

The two of you made plans before he left.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were hoping things would turn out, but you hoped they would end up for the better.

When friday night finally rolled around you were nervous. You texted Peter, it’d been an entire day since you’d heard from him. Frankly, you were surprised he even answered you when he did.

‘Hey! Sorry I’ve been awol. Work’s been really busy and I’ve been running around too. I will be there in 10 minutes!’

You sighed to yourself, you were hoping he wouldn’t stand you up, again. You weren’t going to be that girl that got ditched at her table at a restaurant when you could have just said no and maybe been out with your delivery guy Peter right now.

Peter dropped down behind the restaurant and quickly changed out of his suit into some nicer jeans and a collared shirt. He shoved his suit in his bag and webbed it to a wall. He jogged up to the front of the small restaurant and went in. He realized he didn’t know who he was looking for so he gave your name to the hostess and she brought him off into the place. The second he spotted you he almost laughed to himself. He couldn’t really believe it.

You were too busy texting M.J. that you hadn’t noticed he was there until he sat down. When you glanced up you were surprised and a little embarrassed. “Oh my God.”

“We must really meant to be together if we managed to get set up two different ways,” Peter joked.

“I can’t believe this. This isn’t some joke right? Like you didn’t know it was me did you?” You asked. “Because I had no idea it was you and I feel a little shitty right now, for kind of being interested in someone that I didn’t know was you, if I’m being honest.”

Peter thought your words over. “Well I didn’t know you were the same you. I can’t say I didn’t have interest in either of you,” he put in air quotes. “But I’m kind of relieved you’re the same person because your personality is incredible, you’re funny and sweet and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

You blushed deeply, “are you just trying to butter me up because we both kind of screwed up?”

He offered a small smile at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s true and I hope that this little screw up we had can be looked at as a good thing. To me it just says it was meant to be. I’d really like to date you.”

“I guess you’re kind of right,” you agreed. “You sure about that? You don’t have any other prospective girls waiting to go on a date with you, do you?”

He chuckled. “Apparently I like you so much I liked you twice.”

You smiled gently and let out a soft chuckle. “Same goes for me… but one thing, if we’re gonna do this can you just promise not to make plans with me if you aren’t going to follow through? It’s kind of hard trusting someone when your first few dates you were ditched.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I am really sorry about that. I can’t really promise that I won’t screw up but I want you to know I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I don’t hurt you. Because I want this to work.”

“Good, so do I,” you said, reaching across the table and intertwining your fingers with his.

He smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

20 years later you still laughed about how you got together.

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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years

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The Daily Bugle

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 3,938

Summary: You are a freelance photographer, the problem? You’re in competition with a certain someone and you can’t figure out how he gets his shots when you’re both in the same place at the same time but you never manage to see him.

A/N: More than 2,000 words is a long story for me lol. Here’s this, it’s alright, got kinda weird and off the tracks I had set for it but whatever. Enjoy!

You sat down in front of Jameson at the Daily Bugle. You had been his freelance photographer for a few months now. It was a fun part time job, you loved your camera and you loved being in bad places at good times. Well not good times, but good for you because they were your opportunity.

Luckily enough J loved you. You were practically one of his prized possessions. You were the best photographer in the city, that’s what he always said. You weren’t afraid to take risks to get the best shots possible.

You were his number one. Until one day there was suddenly a new guy at the Bugle. He was sitting at Betty’s desk when you left J’s office. He was cute, he was really cute. Up until you noticed the camera around his neck. You were not going to have someone moving in on your turf.

You went to your not official desk, just to wait things out. There was no way J was going to go with this guy. But something really had you on edge about him.

As soon as the guy came out of J’s office thanking him, your stomach knotted uneasily.

“Y/L/N,” Jonah yelled. “Your pictures out for this issue, the new guys picture is in.”

Your chest felt like it had caved in. All this really meant was that you weren’t getting paid today. “Oh… okay,” You said, putting your best puppy eyes and pout on.

“We’ll make a deal. Everytime there’s a big article whoever gets me a better picture is the one that will get printed. The new guys got talent, but you know I like you best. Just take good pictures and you’ll be fine.”

“Yessir,” You answered, packing up your things before saying goodbye to everyone and heading off towards the elevator.

Not to your surprise the new guy was waiting for the elevator still.

“This thing is really slow,” He commented as you stopped a bit of ways from him. You were rather pretty, but you seemed upset, he figured he’d try to make small talk to see if he could cheer you up.

“Yup,” You answered bluntly.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” He extended his hand to you.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened so you ignored him and got on.

He pulled his hand back and got on with you.

As soon as the doors shut you turned to him. “Listen here Parker. This is my place to sell pictures. So why don’t you take yours and shove off. You aren’t needed here.”

Peter looked at you surprised.

The elevator was not fast enough.

“I’m sorry? I can’t control if Jameson picks my pictures. But I need the money and this is the only thing I’m really good at.” Peter argued.

“Just go somewhere else then.”

“No thanks, I’m good here,” Peter stated. “Jameson said if your pictures are better than mine he’ll take yours anyway. So, if you’re better than me you have nothing to worry about. Maybe it was just a one off time. But, this isn’t a permanent job, it’s just freelance, don’t take it so seriously.”

Finally the elevator opened and released the two of you.

You glared at the back of Peter’s head as he left.

He normally wasn’t like that but something about how you were challenging him really brought something out in him.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

It had been two straight weeks of Jameson not picking your pictures. Frankly, you didn’t blame him, Peter was amazing. You wondered how he managed to get so many good and creative shots of Spider-Man.

Yet, you were not going to give up. If he was so good at getting incredible shots, well then you just had to amp things up. You needed to really get in close on a fight. So, that night when you went looking for one of Spider-Man’s fights you swore you were going to really get in on it.

And you did. It was incredible, thrilling frankly. You didn’t see Peter anywhere so there was no way he’d get shots like this.

The following morning, bright and early, you made your way to the Bugle. As you approached the building you spotted him. He was coming from the other direction and you both stopped in front of each other at the doors.

“I’ve got you this time,” You shot at him.

Peter rolled his eyes. He knew you were at that fight last night, but there’s no way you could have gotten a better shot than he did based on where you were hiding. “If you’re so sure,” He opened the door and held it for you. “After you my lady.”

You walked right past him, the two of you stayed silent in the elevator up. You both walked right into Jay’s office and placed your pictures on his desk.

He opened each envelope and surveyed them.

You rung your hands nervously.

Jay looked up at the two of you. “I’d love to sit here and go on about what a menace Spider-Man is, but this is something more important. I’m going to use both of these pictures.”

It was better than nothing.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter said.

“Yeah, yeah, now get out before I change my mind.”

“Thank you Mr. Jameson,” you said smiling at him. “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded.

The two of you walked out together and waited for your pay.

“What was that about getting me this time?” Peter teased you as you made your way out.

You shot a glare at him. “Honestly, I could care less, at least he took one of mine finally. Just have to do better next time. Also how did you even get a shot at that fight? I didn’t see you anywhere.”

He looked at you, slight panic in his eyes. “Oh, uh well I must have just been hiding really good or something, that’s all.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Does someone else take your pictures because you’re too scared to get caught up in the fight?”

Peter shook his head. “No! I take my pictures, you probably just don’t pay attention to everything around you because you’re busy taking photos.” He scurried off the elevator, hoping you wouldn’t grill him about it.

“Yeah, okay,” You scoffed.

After that you spent just about every night trying to find good ways to get pictures of Spider-Man. However, you also spent your time looking for Peter. You needed to know how he did it. He was so good and frankly, you wanted to be better and learn from him. Not that you’d admit that to him. It was fun messing with him. He was cute when flustered.

After the third week Jameson asked you to start taking pictures of other things, events in the city, accidents, stuff like that. Really he just wanted to make sure you got paid.

But he let Peter get the pictures of Spider-Man.

Another week later and you were being called to Jameson’s office. To your surprise Peter was there too.

“I have an assignment for the two of you. Next weekend is my son John’s birthday. Since he comes back from space a few days before that we’re having a party for him. I want both of you there to take the pictures. You aren’t to get in anyone’s way, I’ll pay you after, and if anyone asks you you’re professionals not some kids I let take pictures for the paper. Got it?”

“Yessir,” You and Peter both agreed. You were excited to be doing something so big for him. If you did an amazing job he might recognize you and give you the chance to start getting Spider-Man pictures again.

“And dress nice, I don’t want you two embarrassing me.”

When the day finally came you were beyond ready to get started. So, you made it to the venue a little earlier than you probably should have. But that was good, you could get photos of the place beforehand, maybe you could even sell them back to the place.

It wasn’t long before Jameson showed up. He made small talk with you, told you where you could and couldn’t go, and then proceeded to question Peter’s whereabouts. It was getting close to when people would be arriving and he wasn’t going to pay Peter for being late and not getting good shots.

However, he did finally manage to show just as guests started to arrive. Luckily, Jameson couldn’t grill him about it because people were already walking through the doors.

Your attention was divided between the guests and Peter. He looked rather good with a button up shirt and black pants. Better than the typical flannel or sweaters he wore. He made his way over to you. “Hey,” He greeted awkwardly as he gave you a once over.

“Hi,” you offered back, taking a picture of some people by the entrance shaking J’s hand.

“You look really nice,” He complimented.

That took you aback, you looked at him, slight blush on your face. “Th-thanks, so do you.” Then you noticed something. There were dark bruises peeking out from Peter’s collar. Your first thought lead you directly to that he had a girlfriend and they were hickies. You felt rather embarrassed now, chasing after guys wasn’t something you were big on, which was why if someone asked no one would know that you really had a crush on Peter. They would say you hated him. But you had your own way of liking a person. However, you wouldn’t have bothered at all had you known he was taken.

Suddenly you were looking away and silencing yourself.

Peter got a few shots of some people at the bar before wondering why you weren’t pestering him like you normally would be. Frankly, he enjoyed it, enjoyed you. But you obviously weren’t interested, so he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by letting you find that out. He could feel your eyes on him every few seconds. When he finally caught what you were looking at his brow arched. “Something wrong?”

You blushed and looked away. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to show up to a special event you’re getting paid at with hickies on you. That’s all. I’m going to go get close ups of Jay with people.” You walked away before he could answer you.

He watched you go in surprise. He knew there was bruising, but he was surprised that it looked like hickies. He thought it was a very obvious handprint, a very large Kingpin handprint. But it wasn’t like he could tell you that, yet he also didn’t want you thinking they were hickies. He knew he had to come up with something.

Only he didn’t have the chance because things in the party started to pick up because the guest of honor had arrived.

It was another hour before Peter finally got to speak to you.

“Just so you know, I’ve never had a hickey in my life,” he admitted to you.

You looked at him confused, “That’s a blatant lie, Peter.”

He shook his head. “Seriously! I’m 20 and I’ve never had any. And I wouldn’t show up to something like this with one even if it was. It’s bruising yeah, but from a hand.”

A deep blush shot across your face. “Okay! Too much information. I don’t need to know about the kinky shit you’re into!”

Peter’s eyes widened. “You’re ridiculous! Get your mind out of the gutter! I was almost strangled to death!”

You stared at him, surprised he was yelling at you, especially in such a hushed tone, but more so that someone had tried to kill him. “What?”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I got caught, not a big deal. I’ve had worse from bullies in high school. I just… I just didn’t want you thinking that it was something it wasn’t, alright?”

A thousand questions swirled in your mind. But one really stuck out. “Why was it so important for you to tell me that?” God, you really wanted it to be because he liked you and didn’t want you to think he was with someone. But, you didn’t want your hope showing. It must have flickered in your eyes though because Peter’s look turned nervous.

Time practically slowed for him as the buzzing feeling started in the back of his head. The look in your eyes surprised him, like you might actually have some interest in him. But that wasn’t his top priority. Glass shattered behind him. His first instinct was to reach out for you and cover you on the ground.

The maniacal laughter from above pulled his attention fully away from you. There was a room full of people, the Green Goblin above, and little time for him to get away so he could suit up and take him down.

“What are you doing?!” Both of you heard Jonah yell over the screams and panic of the party goers. “Get this! I ain’t paying you to lay around!”

After being knocked to the ground, your mind finally kicked back into gear. You untangled your camera from Peter’s and started shooting.

“Oh my God, Y/N, we gotta get out of here!” Peter said, only he really just meant you.

“Not a chance!” You told him, pushing past people to find a somewhat safer position that you could still get good shots from.

He needed a plan and fast, he wasn’t paying attention to what the goblin was shouting, but he knew if he didn’t get away Spider-Man would not be showing up. Which right now was not a good idea considering Jonah was about ready to take Goblin on by himself.

People struggled against one another to make an escape from the room. Peter decided he should take a chance and slip in with them before he missed his chance to be out of both your and J’s line of sight.

The second he could break away he was discarding his clothes, hopping out a window and entering through Green Goblin’s broken window. First he got rid of Jameson and his son. No reason for more people to get hurt than necessary. Even if Jonah protested against Spider-Man profusely.

His next order of business was Goblin. Of course there was the usual banter, and fighting. It was difficult if fight in close quarters like this. He especially hated that you were still in the room. However, he knew if you didn’t get pictures of this then you and him would be in deep shit with J and he was not about to lose his job. He’d just make sure you were out of the way and if you were in the way, then he’d do something about you.

However, it didn’t last long and things were not going Peter’s way. When Goblin spotted you he knew right away that he had a hostage. Peter tried to get to you first, but he was seconds too slow as Old Gobby scooped you up right off the ground.

Fear overtook you. You were so excited about the great shots you were getting, you didn’t even realize he was heading for you until it was too late.

Your scream pierced Peter’s ears.

Finally Green Goblin decided to take things outside.

Peter followed after the two of you. As quickly as things began were as fast as Peter wanted to end them.

When it came to ending this fight, it was between saving you or going after Green Goblin. And never would Peter hesitate between saving a life and going after a villian.

He caught you, feet before you hit the ground. Only, your camera hit the ground, shattering.

Peter didn’t realize, but you did. Your life might be safe, but your way of life laid out on the cement as Spider-Man swung you to safety on a rooftop.

“Are you alright,” He asked, changing his voice, once you were finally set back down on your feet.

The tears in your eyes worried him, but he couldn’t fully let that show. He wasn’t Peter right now.

“Fine…,’ You mumbled. “Just a broken camera now laying in the street. Woulda preferred you saved that instead of me.”

The eyes of his mask widened as his did. He looked back over his shoulder and down to the ground. “I’m so sorry,” He said, accidentally forgetting to sound different.

You looked at him a little confused, but there was no way. No possible way. “It’s fine,” You told him. “Thanks for saving me… I really thought he might kill me.”

“I never would have let that happen.”

A light blush painted your cheeks as you nodded.

He helped you down from the building and was disappearing from sight before you could even think of asking him anything else.

You didn’t bother to go back and pick up the remains of your camera. Instead you went home and tried to prepare yourself to lose your only source of income.

The following morning you went straight into the Bugle, fully expecting to get shouted at.

However, when you walked into Jameson’s office you were very surprised.

“Your pictures were absolutely amazing,” Jonah praised you. “I can’t believe how incredible they were. Those ones of the fight were even better! Spider-Man and Green Goblin crash birthday party of American Hero! Great pictures to go with a great article! I’m paying you twice what I paid that Parker kid. He didn’t get a single one of the fight!”

You stared at him in utter shock. “Um… Mr. Jameson… I-I don’t-”

“You’re taking what I give you kid! Now get out of here before I change my mind. You’re back on the action pictures since I can’t trust Parker to get them when it counts.”

You nodded and exited the office.

Betty offered you your pay. “Here ya go, sweetie.”

“Betty… I-... I didn’t give him my pictures…” You admitted.

She looked at you confused. “Of course you did. Peter handed them in when he stopped in this morning. He said he got yours developed for you. Were you drinking at that party last night?” She chuckled and went back to her work.

You were even more confused now than before. You hurried out of the building and called Peter, luckily his number was given to you by Betty when he started. She always got and gave out other’s numbers just in case anyone needed to get ahold of somebody. It rang a few times before he answered.

“Hello?” He asked, there was a lot of noise behind him before suddenly it cut off.

“Peter?” You asked, just to be sure.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, where are you? We need to talk.”

He was silent for a moment, like he was thinking. “Uh, right now isn’t a good time.” There was a loud crash and a shout in the background. “Shit-”

“I’m alright!” A man shouted in the back.

Peter sighed, sounding exasperated.

“What is happening wherever you are?” You asked.

“Just working on something with someone. Look, if this is about last night-”

“Yeah it is, but like I said, I want to talk to you face to face. So where are you?” It was more of a demand this time.

“I’m at Avengers Tower,” He finally admitted.

You laughed. “No seriously.”

“Serious. You gotta come here if you want to talk, I can’t leave right now. Just tell the desk lady you’re here to see me and she’ll give you directions.”

When you arrived, you really thought it was a joke, but to your surprise it wasn’t.

You were directed to take the elevator all the way up. When you got off you were thinking this was definitely Tony Stark’s penthouse.

“Hey,” Peter said, approaching from some stairs.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” You started on him, still looking around the place in awe.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kind of work with Mr. Stark,” he admitted. “You wanted to talk?” He ushered you towards a couch.

“Are we even allowed to sit here?” You asked.

“Peter’s got free reign of the place,” a voice said behind you.

You turned around in shock. You never imagined meeting Tony Stark, especially on such a personal level.

“Please, make yourself at home. Let F.R.I.D.A.Y. know if you need anything.” He was heading off somewhere else before you could even register what just happened.

Peter took gentle hold of you wrist and tugged you to sit on the couch.

“I need answers. Lots of them,” you finally said to him.

He sighed. “I figured you did…”

“First, how did you hand in my pictures this morning? My camera broke into a million pieces last night. You were nowhere to be found during that fight so how’d you find it? Why did you even turn them in as mine when you could have just said they were yours? Why would you do that? Jameson paid me double what he paid you and I don’t even know what pictures you gave him! What are you doing here of all places and with Tony Stark?”

Peter chuckled, “I really thought you would have figured it out.”

Oh you did, you definitely did. You could only stare at him.

“I’m sorry about your camera,” he said. “I promise I’ll get you a new one. As for the pictures… I went back to see if I could salvage anything. It took some work but I got them and decided to just print them with mine and give them to Jonah. You really got some terrific shots. You deserve the pay for them Y/N, really. I… all I care about is that you’re safe, okay?”

“I can take care of myself you know,” you shot at him, embarrassed that he thought he had to save you.

“Look, I know you can, I’ve seen you sneak around my fights really well, believe me I know. But you definitely weren’t saving yourself when you were falling to your death.”

You punched his shoulder. A silence fell between you as you thought everything over. But after a few moments you finally broke it. “You’re really Spider-Man, huh?”

Peter nodded. “It’s a secret, promise you won’t tell? Especially Jonah, I think he’d really fire me then.”

You laughed with him and nodded. “Deal. But you have to tell me one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Why tell me at all? I honestly don’t believe you just go around telling every person you save your secrets.”

He blushed lightly, and even though you knew it wasn’t true you did find it cute when he got flustered.

“Oh my God! You were just hoping you’d get laid for being a hero and saving my life!”

Peter’s eyes widened, his blush flared deeper as he panicked. “No! I like you but definitely not that!”

You laughed at him.

He looked at you and realized you were just kidding around. He released a sigh. “You just love watching me get worked up like that, don’t you?”

“Yup!” You eagerly replied. “As for this liking me business. Why don’t you do something about it?”

Peter was surprised by your response. It took him a minute to even realize what was really happening. “Can I take you out on a date?”

“Mmm,” You pretended to think about it, making him more nervous than before, like he mistook the signs you were giving him. “Of course Peter, I’d love to.”

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