Summary: peter and y/n always find it easier to be fwb than assuming their feeling for each other
A/N: this was in my drafts for the longest time and i'm just getting rid of it. this is an au but they are still superheroes.
Warnings: drug use and mention of sex
"What up, loser?" you heard a familiar voice say behind you. You turned your head, recognizing his silhouette. "Abandoning the party?" Peter chuckled, sitting by your side on the edge of the building.
"Making my own party," you said with a weak smile, raising your hand that held a joint you lazily made a few minutes ago.
"Oh! And didn't call me?" he asked with an offended look.
"Sorry. I thought you were having fun inside," you said, passing the cigar to him.
"Sure. Cause seeing Banner and Rogers fighting over some mysterious hallucinogen that Banner's dad accidentally made on the lab is so much more fun than relaxing and talking to you," he took a pull of the cigar, without looking at you. You stared at his side profile, admiring every inch of his face. His eyes that were shining with the city lights, the small smirk that never left his face, the sharp angle his jaw made even when he was relaxed, and the curls that fell plainly on his forehead.
You and Peter had a lot in common, you were Stephen Stranger's daughter, and Peter was adopted by Tony Stark at the age of three. As everyone knows, those two were the most rich and arrogant superheroes to walk on this earth or any other planet. So you two understood how hard your life was growing up. Don't get me wrong, both were great parents, but they didn't think twice before pressuring you two to be the best amongst all the other superheroes' kids. Besides that, there were the absent parents, and all the ego fights that you two had to deal with daily.
"That thing's dangerous," you said, shaking your head. "Banner and Rhodes took that last week, and they blacked out for forty eight hours after almost jumping from the top of the Stark Tower!" Peter handed you the cigar.
"That would make my dad so happy," Peter said sarcastically, making you laugh, just thinking about the bad press that two superheroes' kids jumping from the most expensive building in New York would cause for Tony Stark. "These kids are crazy," he finished when your laugh faded out.
All the Avengers kids formed some type of clan that was known for excessive partying, drugs, and doing crazy shit around town that usually caused some sort of damage physical or financial. After all, be raised by babysitters while your parents fought against aliens and robots wasn't easy. You, Peter, Shuri, and Magni, Thor's son, were the only ones that tried to follow your parents' steps and become superheroes, but that didn't keep you from partying and doing crazy things sometimes. The difference was, You, Peter, and Shuri usually do it without drawing attention, and Magni did it on other planets.
"Cause you and I are not damaged by our dads 'jobs', right?" you looked at him.
"I rather not talk about it," Peter joked, and you laughed. "So, how is your life?" he asked, staring at the city view from Will Maximoff's penthouse, where the party was happening.
"Same old. Studying and being in the lab for hours, drinking, and smoking weed the rest of the time, sometimes studying and smoking at the same time. I don't even know anymore," you took a pull from the joint. Even though your dad's power was like some type of magic, he always made you study very hard and you two worked on your lab developing nanotechnology and other things to help the Avengers. Sometimes you worked with Mr. Bruce, Shuri, or even Tony although he wasn't your dad's favorite. "And you?"
"I'm spending my days at the lab, improving my suit," he shrugged. "And waiting for you to call me," he finished, looking at you, and you chocked a little.
"Waiting for me to call you?" you coughed. "You have my number. You can call me," you said, looking at him.
"I'm always the one that calls you," he said nonchalantly.
"And?" you asked, holding a smile.
"A man gets tired..." he scratched the back of his head, shrugging and looking away from you.
"You know I don't mind you calling me," you stated. "And you also know I'm not gonna get in the middle of your commitment issues," your voice was lower.
"I didn't have a commitment issue with you," Peter defended himself.
You two were more than friends, and that was clear to everyone that had eyes. Everything started on the night of your nineteenth birthday. Your parents were out of town, and you decided it was a good idea to close an entire club in New York to have the biggest party you could think of. After using almost every drug in the building, you still felt alone, and the only person you could think about was Peter. He was at the party, but you barely saw him. At 2 a.m. you called him, and you finally hooked up. But, unlike what everyone was thinking, your 'relationship' didn't go further than occasionally making out, sleeping together and then you two wouldn't talk for two or three weeks after that. You, obviously, liked him, but Peter never dated any girl for more than two weeks, so you came to the conclusion that, even with your feelings, this 'friends with benefits' relationship was the best you could do.
"Yeah, right!" you laughed. "And that bullshit you pulled out last year was your way of committing," you joked, remembering the day he showed up in your father's cabin, knowing you would be there alone, and left the next morning without saying a word.
"You know why I did that," he sighed.
"I honestly don't," you chuckled, looking at him, waiting for his excuse.
"You told me you wanted to be alone! I was there just to make sure you were okay and then did what you want," he explained, his hands moving around anxiously.
"Are you stupid or what?" you got up, not believing how someone so smart could be so oblivious.
"What?" he asked, confused with your reaction.
"I wanted to be alone with you, dumbass. That's why I texted you my exact location," you said, pointing at him.
"Oh!" he was honestly surprised, his eyes widened in realization.
"You are dumb..." you concluded, the corners of your lips going up, forming a smile.
"I'm not dumb! I'm just..." Peter got up.
"Hard to commit," you said, knowingly.
"Oh, shut up!" he held a laugh. "You are not that great either. I lost count of how many times you ghosted me or avoided me," he accused you, and your eyes avoided his because you knew you the times you ran away from him.
"Do you...uh..." you gulped, afraid of the damage that your next words could cause. Peter studied your expression, knowing you were struggling with your thoughts. You took one more pull from the joint, trying to gather all your courage. "Do you think we will work..." you glanced at him for a split second. "I mean... in the future... you think we could work... if we tried?" you stuttered, regret already filling your chest.
"I don't like parties, you know?" Peter said, and you looked at him. Half confused and half cursing yourself for asking anything. Was he changing the subject just to avoid the question? "I mean... I like them sometimes but not every weekend," he said, looking at the buildings around.
"It's not what it looks like since I only bump into you at parties," you said with a weak smile.
"That's because I go to all the parties you go," he confessed. "When you're out of town or just at your house, I spend my night working in the lab or fighting small crimes in town," he glanced at you. You looked at him, not fully understanding what he was saying. "What I meant is..." he stared at you, and you felt the air being pulled out of your lungs by his intense eyes. "I really like you... and I hope we can work things out when you're ready," he smiled.
"Hey, Parker!" William Maximoff called, and both of you looked at him. "It's your turn on the beer pong," he yelled.
"I'm coming," Peter laughed at him, and the boy walked back inside, laughing, with some girl you didn't know, pulling him by his hand. "I'm going in..." he told you in a low voice, and you looked at him again.
"Yeah... okay," you muttered, the things he said still being processed in your head.
He stared at you, and you felt in his eyes that he was pondering on doing something. Peter took a step towards you, his face a few inches from yours, and you looked at him, feeling his hot breath in your mouth. You parted your lips, already anticipating what was coming. Peter's hand came to your face, touching gently your cheek, his eyes staring deeply into yours. You moved your face up, finally ending the distance between you two. You moved your hands to his neck, tugging at his hair, feeling his soft lips against yours, and he held your waist with his free arm. The kiss started slow but soon became needy and eager, your tongues colliding and moving in synch, traveling through every inch of each other's mouth. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth, causing him to moan softly, his hand going down to squeeze your butt.
"I really missed you," he whispered against your lips.
"Peter..." you started you a hesitant voice.
"I have to go," he said before you could say anything else. Peter took a step back, glancing between the party and you. His arms left your body, and you felt cold without his touch. He gave you a small smile, putting his hands in his pockets, walking away from you. You turned slowly to look at the buildings, not ready to go back to the party yet.
"Y/n," you heard Peter call, and you turned to look at him. "Call me when you decide to go home." he smiled and grabbed the doorknob. You nodded at him, and he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Will," he yelled when the noise from the party invaded your ears, and then everything was silent again.
You stared at the buildings, feeling the fear from loving Peter more than you loved anyone else in your life invade you.
A/N: The thought hasn’t left my brain so might as well write it asdfghjkl. Wrote this fairly quick so bare with me ahah. Hope you guys enjoy!
Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader
Summary: The moment gets interrupted by Tom’s precious chickens.
Warnings: steamy make out sesh(?) and the usual typos.
Word Count: 1.4k+
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It’s fun living with the lads, never a dull moment when they’re around and you love it. You always find yourself laughing through every stupid moment, and then feel all calm and content whenever you’re chilling outside the back garden to do whatever as pleased.
They always find something to do for pure enjoyment, especially with the whole quarantine in place. And you were more than glad that they can take away the boredom before anyone losses their mind.
However, there is a slight downside to it. You and Tom don’t get a much needed alone time with each other as often as you’d like.
It was quite exciting at first, just teasing the other to see who had the most control, who would be able to resist longer, making it out to be this little game.
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