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The Takedown | Part Sixteen

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Detective Reader

Summary: NYC has a new drug lord determined to wipe out any and all competition in order to grow his empire. You’re going undercover to stop him.

Warnings: Some slight sexual content

Catch up here: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen

Part 16 – 1,318 words

He leaned against the sink. Fingers clenching and unclenching against the cool porcelain. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more. The fact she’d got the upper hand over him, again, or that he’d enjoyed it. He needed to get it together. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by how good she’d looked straddling him.

Straightening he pushed both hands through his hair roughly. Glaring at his reflection he sighed before adjusting the front of his jeans, hiding his lingering excitement.

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered to his reflection. He hated the situation he’d found himself in. Taking out Rivera was supposed to be easy. Everything he’d done since Arnold fucked him over had gone wrong. Now he only had six days to fix his mistakes before he lost the reins to the city completely. He needed to be focused on finishing what he started. With another dark look at himself he returned to the kitchen.

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Interception

Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader

Synopsis: Flash’s pool party turns into a kissing party and Peter fears you’ll kiss someone else

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“Hobo. Bride of hobo. Are you coming to my party Friday?” Flash said as he held up a bright orange flyer that had the details of a pool party at his house on it.

“What party?” Peter asked as he shut his locket.

“The party you weren’t invited to. Later suckers.” Flash laughed obnoxiously, flipped you both off, and then ran away. You and Peter looked at each other before shaking your heads in disbelief.

“Wow. I haven’t been called a sucker in…ever.” You realized.

“Me either. I thought it was one of those fake high school experiences that only happens in movies. Like a bully asking for your lunch money or dunking your head in a toilet.” Peter replied.

“Or making a volcano for the science fair.” You added, making Peter smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He said as he looked at you fondly for understanding him.

“So what are we gonna do Friday while the rest of our school goes to Flash’s super cool party?” You asked as you threw some books in your locker.

“Oh, we’re hanging out on Friday? I didn’t know that.” Peter blushed at your nonchalant invitation. You’d never hung out just the two of you before and the fact that it seemed like an obvious choice of plans for you made Peter happy.

“Well, duh. Neds definitely gonna be invited ever since him and Flash bonded over getting left behind on the field trip freshman year. We should do something.”

“Just you and me?” Peter asked with a hopeful smile.

“Yeah. It’ll be fun.” You smiled back and wondered if the thought of alone time was as exciting for you as it was for Peter.

“Maybe we can grab some ice cream and then hang out on my roof. It’s pretty nice up there once you scare the bats away.”

“I love that idea. It’s a date.” You replied without thinking. You face dropped when you realized what you called it while Peter turned bright red.

“Or whatever we want to call it.” You quickly added with a forced laugh.

“We can call it a date.” Peter shrugged, taking you by surprise. You smiled at him just as the bell rang.

“Well then it’s a date. Catch you later, P.” You squeezed Peters arm before going to your next class. Peter watched you leave with a dreamy smile on his face. This Friday, you’d finally be going on a date. Whether it was an ice cream date, a friend date, or a date date, he was just happy to be going with you.

The next day, Flash caught up to you on campus and walked with you to your next class.

“Hey, pookie. I would like to formally invite you to my pool party.” Flash said as he held out a flyer for his party.

“Really? What made you change your mind?” You laughed in surprise and took the flyer.

“I realized something and had a change of heart.” He replied.

“Oh yeah? What did you realize?”

“That inviting you gets I mean to see you in a bathing suit.” Flash said, making you laugh in shock.

“Gross. But thanks. For the invite, I mean. Not for the other thing.” You said and shoved the flyer in your backpack.

“You can bring Parker too. Since you two are dating or cousins or whatever.”

“Neither.” You chuckled. “But yeah, I’ll bring him.”

“Perf. See you Friday, my little cinnamon apple.” Flash blew you a kiss and walked away just as Peter approached you.

“What did he want?” Peter faked a laugh and hoped it hid the jealousy he felt when he saw Flash blowing you a kiss.

“Good news. Flash kindly extended the invitation to us.” You said and took the flyer out to show Peter.

“Oh, really? So we can go?” Peter asked and hoped he didn’t sound as disappointed as he felt. He could care less about a stupid party. He just wanted to be with you.

“Yeah. If you want.” You shrugged, also not really wanting to go. Your date with Peter sounded much more appealing.

“Sure. It’ll be fun.” Peter lied through a smile.

“Maybe we can still get ice cream after. Just the two of us.” You suggested, making Peters smile turn genuine.

“Yeah. If the party’s lame, we can just slip out and go on our date.” Peter said just to use the word “date” again. You smiled sheepishly and nodded your head.

“It probably will be lame. We can stay for the food and then have some real fun. Just me and you.”

“Ned will probably want to come with us, though.” Peter realized as his disappointment returned.

“Too bad.” You shrugged. “He can hang with us anytime. But he can’t come on our date.”

Peter grinned as you said everything he hoped you would. Your date was still on the table and he might even get to see you in a bikini before it. That was the only thing making either of you want to go to the party.

When Friday came, there was prep to be done. You and Peter went to your dorms after class and began to prepare for the evening ahead. Peter laid out all his swim trunks before trying them all on to see which one he could best impress you in. Meanwhile, you were looking in your floor length mirror and making an important decision.

“I’m gonna shave my entire body.” You whispered to yourself. When MJ came home from class a little while later, she found you covered neck to toe in shaving cream with a razor in your hand.

“Should I even ask?” She asked when you froze at the sound of her opening the door.

“Pool party.” You told her. “Peters gonna be there. I don’t want him to know I have body hair. He can’t see the hair on my upper thighs. He just can’t, MJ.”

“Every single person literally ever, including Peter, has body hair covering their entire body. He already knows you have hair on your thighs. Everyone does. Why do you have to do all this?” She couldn’t help but laugh as she gestured to your shaving cream covered body.

“Look, you don’t shave your armpits and that’s amazing and more power to you for not caring about society’s expectations for female body hair, but tonight, I do care. I care enough to need Peter to think I’m as sleek and slippery as an exfoliated baby dolphin covered in baby oil.”

“Fine. Give me a razor. I’ll do your back.” MJ sighed and held out her hand. You fist pumped before giving her a spare razor.

Peter was back in his room making sure he looked his best for you. He ended up in navy blue swim trunks and a fitted white T-shirt that you complimented once. He twirled around in front of his mirror and made sure everything looked right. When he was satisfied, he drenched himself in body spray, grabbed a towel, and headed to your dorm.

You rinsed off the shaving cream and put on a perfume that Peter said he liked once before changing into your bathing suit. You put your hair into two braids and threw a big shirt on over it just as Peter came knocking on your door. You gave MJ a look before throwing on a smile and opening the door.

“Hey, P. Oh, I like that shirt.” You complimented him as you leaned against your door.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter blushed even though he only wore that shirt for you. “I, uh, like your hair like that.”

“Thanks. I didn’t want the chlorine to dry it out.” You shrugged and tugged on one of your braids to draw attention to it.

“It’s cute.” Peter said in a weak voice, making your smile.

“Yeah? I’ll have to do it more often then.” You did your best to flirt. Peter laughed shyly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You should. It looks really good on you.” He said without making eye contact. Something was most definitely in the air between you tonight and you both felt it. You touched your braid again not to draw attention to it, but to feel beneath your fingers what Peter was seeing.

“Damn. I thought the awkward friend hook up happens after the party. Should I leave?” MJ said from behind you. You hung your head in shame as Peter turned red.

“We’re leaving. Bye.” You gave her a look as you grabbed your bag and shut the door.

“Use protection! And I don’t mean sunblock.” She called after you from inside your dorm room.

“Oh my God. We need to get out of here.” You laughed in embarrassment and took Peters hand to pull him towards the elevator. Once you were in the elevator, you stood side by side and avoided eye contact since MJ had now made things awkward. You didn’t know how tonight was gonna go, but going to sleep as more than friends with Peter would be nice. Even if all that happened was a kiss, you’d be satisfied.

You and Peters hands bumped a few times as you walked to Flash’s house. You had a feeling in your gut that once you walked into this party, things were going to change. You could only hope they were changing for the better.

“Well look who it is. Frick and Frack. Welcome to my party.” Flash greeted you and Peter as you walked in through his gate. Flash’s house was naturally enormous and his pool looked like a lake. There was a water fall on one end, a diving board, and a tray of drinks going around on an inflatable table. Flash himself was in the tiniest pair of swim trunks you had ever seen. They were golden and had his name stitched across the butt, making you and Peter burst out laughing when you saw it.

“Hey Flash. Thanks for the invite.”

“My pleasure. Or, it will be once you drop that shirt.” Flash winked at you. “Anyways, hope you guys brushed your teeth before this.”

“Why?” You frowned. You had, of course, and so did Peter.

“Because this is a kissing party.” Flash said like it was obvious. Your eyebrows went up and you looked at Peter who was just as confused.

“Sorry, what? What the hell is a kissing party?” You laughed, thinking he was kidding.

“Duh. It’s a party where you kiss as a competition.” Flash rolled his eyes. “The person at the end of the party who kisses the most people wins.”

“Wins what?” Peter wondered.

“The Cuban Rizzle Crisis.” Flash shrugged. “You’re crowned Rizz Khalifa. The Rizzly Bear. You get a degree in Quantum Rizzics. You become the Rizzard of Oz. You star in Harry Potter and the Rizzoner of Azcaban. You feel me?”

There was a long, long silence as you and Peter stared at Flash. Flash’s gaze was piercing as he looked back at the two of you with no shame.

“What?” Peter said finally, making Flash roll his eyes.

“Just kiss as many people as you can and keep count.”

“But can’t multiple people win if they all kiss everyone at the party?” You pointed out.

“Not everyone plays.” Flash shrugged. “Plus, people are always coming and going. There is never a fixed amount of people here. And you can deny a kiss if you think the person is gross.”

“So you probably won’t get any kisses then.” Peter said, making you laugh.

“Suck my balls, Parker.” Flash scoffed before turning to you.

“By the way, cutie pie, that’s an open invitation.” He said with a wink.

“Hard pass.” You replied.

“All right. Let me know if you change your mind, pookie.” He winked at you again and you looked away.

“I won’t. And I don’t think I’m gonna play. I don’t really get down like that.” You told Flash. Peter internally sighed in relief. He had feared that you were gonna play and end up kissing other people while he had to watch. But luckily, you were on the same page.

“Me either.” Peter added. You looked at him in surprise before smiling.

“Fine. You two can just make out in the corner or call your grandma or something.” Flash grumbled.

“Again, not dating and not cousins.” You corrected Flash.

“Whatever. I don’t judge.” Flash held up his hands and walked away. Once you and Peter were alone again, you looked at each other and laughed.

“Kissing party? Come on. That’s not a real thing, is it?” Peter asked you.

“I think he got it from a movie or something. There’s no way people really do this. Imagine the germs. Bleh.” You stuck your tongue out and then pulled your shirt off. Peters whole world stopped as he saw you in a bathing suit for the first time since sixth grade. He didn’t realize how much he was staring until he heard you laugh uncomfortably.

“Peter? Are you still with me?” You asked and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Yeah. Sorry. I thought I saw a bug on your leg.” He lied before tugging his shirt off. You stared at him shamelessly until the shirt was over his head and then pretended you were looking somewhere else. It had slipped your mind that Peter got randomly jacked one day and he had just reminded you with a full view. You’d only ever seen his muscles through his occasional tight shirt but this was much more revealing than that. You snuck one more glance and gulped before throwing on a smile.

“Do you want to get in the water?” You asked. Being in the water mean you wouldn’t have to fight for your life trying not to stare at Peters body for a while.

“Sure.” He smiled and held out his arm. You wrapped your arm around his and walked over to the stairs of the pool.

“Ah it’s…not cold. It’s actually the perfect temperature.” You realized after bracing yourself for the cold pool water.

“Of course he has a heated pool.” Peter grumbled and walked in. You swam over to a spot near some people but also a little isolated. The people behind you were making out and once you both noticed that, you blushed.

“Wow. They’re earning points already.” You chuckled.

“I know. I wonder who’s gonna win.”

“Us. Definitely.” You joked, making Peter laugh.

“Oh, for sure. I’m already making a list in my head of all the people I’m gonna kiss.” He played along.

“Oh yeah? Who’s at the top of the list?” You asked as you swam closer to Peter. Peter looked at your lips and then into your eyes before smiling shyly.

“The list is actually just your name written a hundred times in your handwriting.” Peter joked. You smiled in shock and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Really? Tell me more about that?” You asked. Peter gulped and wasn’t planning on telling you anything. Instead, he’d show you how he felt by finally kissing you.

But before that could happen, Brad Davis swam over and tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/n. I didn’t see you come in.” He smiled.

“Oh, yeah. Peter and I just got here.” You smiled in disappointment and let go of Peter.

“Cool, cool. So, I’m sure Flash told you what kind of party this is.” Brad said, making Peters senses go off. Brad wanted a kiss and as the captain of your schools basketball team, he might get it.

“He sure did. Which is when Peter and I told him we aren’t playing.” You said through a fake laugh to dilute the uncomfortable situation.

“Oh, my bad. I came over here to kiss you but I didn’t realize you guys were dating.” Brad said apologetically. You and Peter exchanged a look and he gulped.

“We’re not dating.” Peter forced a laughed as well.

“Ohhh. Cool. So I can kiss you?” Brad asked and moved closer. Peter felt white hot jealousy in his veins and looked at you to see what you were gonna do.

“Like I said, not playing.” You laughed awkwardly and moved away from him.

“No sweat. Let me know if you change your mind.” Brad smiled at you and swam back to his friends. Peter blew out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked at you. You had your hands over your mouth and wide eyes.

“Oh my God. That was so awkward. I need to get out of here.” You whispered to Peter.

“Let’s go get some food.” Peter suggested. You agreed and got out of the pool together. Peter put a hand on your back and got a towel for you so you could cover yourself when you went inside.

“Uh oh, my Virgin alarm is going off.” Flash said when you and Peter walked into the kitchen where a group of your classmates were. Peter rolled his eyes as Flash walked towards the two of you with his hand flat like a metal detector.

“Beep, beep, beep. I found them. I found the virgins.” Flash gasped as he waved his hand over you and Peter.

“Knock it off, Flash.” Peter grumbled as his face flushed.

“I had to. You two are the only ones not playing.” Flash replied. Everyone looked at you and you suddenly felt insecure for not participating.

“Really? I thought you said other people weren’t playing.” You asked.

“They dipped.” Flash shrugged. “Everyone here is a part of the game. Expect for Chastity Mary and Pete the Prude over here.”

“I’ll play.” You blurted just to make everyone stop staring at you like you were a giant loser. Peter looked at you in confusion and you gave him a stressed look.

“Me too.” Peter nodded to back you up. You didn’t actually want to play, but the peer pressure had gotten to you. That and the fact that this little game might be the perfect excuse to get Peter to kiss you.

“Oh, shit. You’re really playing? In that case…” Flash closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you with his lips puckered. You picked a strawberry off the table and shoved it in his mouth while Peter laughed.

“Guys, Neds here.” One of the boys in the kitchen gasped.

“NED! NED! NED! NED!” Everyone funneled out of the kitchen in a mob while cheering for Ned.

“Did you know Ned had a cult following?” You asked Peter.

“Kinda. He’s famous around here ever since he got them to reinstate all day breakfast in the dining hall.” Peter explained.

“That was him? Shit, I’d cheer for him too.”

“I should go say hi to him. If he had time for old friends, that is.” Peter joked.

“Y/n, over here!” One of the girls in your grade came over and took your arm. You gave Peter an apologetic look as she pulled you away.

“I’ll catch up with you later!” You told him before disappearing back outside with the girl.

It was almost an hour before you and Peter were reuniting. Now that you were in the competition, Peter could not relax. He was on high alert all night as he tried to spot you in the large crowd. He couldn’t enjoy the party because he was too busy fantasizing about the worst case scenario of you kissing all the popular boys and falling in love with one of them. After you’d been mingling in your respective friend groups for a while, you spotted each other on either side of the pools waterfall. You swam under the waterfall and stayed close to the wall so you were protected by the wall of water but not getting wet.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Peter smiled and swam to you.

“Have you?” You smiled in return and swam closer to him.

“I have. The boys started wrestling each other and I wanted to give it a go with you.” Peter joked. You laughed and swam even closer to him so that your chests were touching. A comfortable silence fell between you and the rest of the party fell away. You couldn’t really see or hear anyone outside of the waterfall so it felt like it was just the two of you.

“So have you kissed anyone yet?” Peter asked and held his breath.

“No. People keep asking me but I keep declining. I don’t think I’m winning tonight.” You clicked your tongue.

“Me either.” Peter laughed in relief.

“So you haven’t kissed anyone?”

“No. No one’s asked me.” He admitted.

“So kiss me.” You shrugged and held your breath for his response. Peter turned around and looked behind him but didn’t see anyone.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked you.

“You, you dingus.” You laughed. “I’m asking you.”

“You want to kiss me?” Peter asked in disbelief and pointed to himself. You nodded your head and Peter felt a panic rise in his chest.

“N-no.” Peter weakly stammered.

“No?” You asked as your eyebrows went up.

“Sorry. No, thank you. Is what I meant.” Peter corrected himself.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” You laughed awkwardly and swam back a little.

“Just because-“

“No, it’s totally cool.” You cut him off. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“I just-“

“I’m gonna go get a drink. See you later?” You smiled at him and quickly swam away. Peter was frozen under the waterfall as he processed what happened. Suddenly, Ned burst under the waterfall with urgency.

“Dude! What the hell was that?” He asked and swam to Peter.

“I panicked! I didn’t think she was gonna ask me that!” Peter whispered harshly.

“Why wouldn’t she? This is a kissing party!”

“Kissing parties aren’t real! That’s not a thing that exists. This is a made up concept. Think of the germs! You haven’t thought of the germs you bitch!” Peter exclaimed. Ned jutted in his back in surprise and Peter felt bad.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Ned whispered.

“Because I just blew my chances with Y/n and I’m angry!” Peter whispered back.

“Well why didn’t you kiss her?”

“Because.” Peter whined. “I don’t want our first kiss to be because of this gross game. I wanted it to be because we wanted it.”

“Dude, she hasn’t kissed a single person tonight. You’re the only one she asked.” Ned pointed out.

“Your tone makes me think you’re leading me to a profound conclusion.”

“Clearly she only agreed to play so she could kiss you. That’s why she’s been saying no to everyone else but asked you. She’s not playing the game. She just wanted to kiss you.” Ned said and smacked Peters chest.

“No. That would mean she likes me. And there’s no way she likes me.” Peter insisted.

“Then why would she agree to play this game if she was gonna say no to everyone but you?”

“Because she’s a silly goose? I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers, Ned. Maybe she was just being a silly little guy.”

“Dude, she’s likes you.” Ned groaned. “And she just shot her shot. And you shot her down.”

“That’s way too many shots.” Peter whispered in fear that Ned was right.

“You need to go smooch that girl before you lose her forever.” Ned told him.

“Oh God. Do you think that will happen? Do you think she’ll kiss somebody else?” Peter gulped and chewed his nails.

“Probably. If I’m right about her liking you, that means she just got rejected and is probably super hurt and embarrassed. She’ll be looking for someone to distract her and remind her that she’s desirable. Plus, I heard Brad and Flash are tied and Y/n is the only girl they haven’t kissed. If they get to her before you do, you’re done.”

“Oh God. I can’t let that happen.”

“You might be a little late for that. Turn around.” Ned looked guilty as he pointed over Peters shoulder. Peter turned to see you and Flash sitting on the edge of the pool together. You were laughing at something he was saying, making Peters stomach drop.

“Oh no! She can’t kiss Flash. I’ve never seen him apply chapstick once in his life. And he licked the back of the bus seat in fifth grade during a game of Truth or Dare so he’s definitely carrying some sort of disease.”

“I remember that. He picked truth and then randomly licked the seat top to bottom.” Ned recalled.

“She can’t kiss that mouth. He has cooties. He can’t give my beloved cooties.” Peter said as determination filled his body.

“You need to do that think football players do when they catch the ball that was thrown at a different player.” Ned told him.

“Interception?”

“No. That’s the show about sitting down your family member who has an addiction and sending them to rehab.” Ned waved his hand.

“That’s Intervention.”

“No, Intervention is the Tom Cruise movie where he goes to space and his daughter is Renesmee from Twilight.”

“For starters, I’m not really sure why you called her Renesmee “from Twilight” as if there is any other character in any other movie with that name, but you also just described the movie Intersteller. Which is with Matthew McConaughey, not Tom Cruise.” Peter corrected him.

“So what movie am I thinking of?” Ned wondered.

“Fuck if I know. I’ll be right back.” Peter said and swam over to you and Flash. He saw Flash starting to lean in and in a panic, grabbed a beach ball and threw it at him.

“Ow. What was that?” Flash looked around once the ball hit him in the head.

“Hey guys. What’s going on?” Peter smoothly slid into the convo.

“Hi, Peter.” You smiled shyly and then looked back at Flash.

“It was Inception.” Ned said suddenly as he joined Peters side. Peter face palmed and you just looked confused.

“What was Inception? What did that mean?” Flash asked in genuine confusion.

“The movie I was thinking of. Inception starring Leonardo DiCaprio. That’s what you have to do to Y/n.” Ned explained. He slowly turned and realized you were sitting right there on the pool edge and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, hey Y/n. Lovely weather we’re having, no?” Ned asked.

“What about an inception?” You playfully narrowed your eyes at Peter.

“He means interception.” Peter mumbled in embarrassment.

“Intercept what?” You asked as you slipped into the pool to be closer to Peter.

“Your kiss with Flash.” Peter admitted as he looked into your eyes. His big brown eyes were full of guilt and you couldn’t stay mad even if you wanted to.

“Ew. You thought I was gonna kiss Flash?” You laughed. “Not after what he did to that bus seat in fifth grade. No offense, Flash.”

“Was it that bad? It tasted like dry Ramen.” Flash shrugged.

“Who eats dry Ramen?” Ned asked.

“People who question the status quo and reject the suffocating confines of the shell society puts us in.” Flash stated.

“What the fuck are you ever talking about?” You whispered to yourself.

“Who knows? Did I hear Y/n wanted to kiss little old me?” Flash batted his eyelashes and pretended to tuck hair behind his ear.

“No, you didn’t.” You told him.

“Wait, so you didn’t come over here to kiss Flash?” Peter asked you.

“Ew, no. Why would you ever think that?”

“Because you wanted to forget that I rejected you.” Peter said, making your eyes widen.

“You rejected Y/n?” Flash laughed in surprise. “That is an M.Night Shamelan level twist right there. That shocked me more than that one Black Mirror episode where it turns out he was a pedofile after I spent the whole episode feeling bad for him.”

“What are you talking about now?” You whined.

“I actually know what he’s talking about.” Peter admitted. “That episode was crazy.”

“Right? When the mom was like “Kids, Kenny? You were looking at kids?” I nearly threw my phone at my TV. On God. I was rooting for him. And best believe, that is the last time I will ever root for a white man.” Flash shook his head. Everyone in the pool was looking at you guys now and trying to peer into the conversation. There was an awkward silence and even more awkward eye contact before Flash spoke again.

“So why didn’t you want to kiss Y/n?” He asked Peter.

“I was kinda also wondering that.” You admitted and looked at Peter for answers.

“Can we talk somewhere else? In private?” Peter asked you quietly.

“You’re just gonna let me hear that much of the conversation and then leave at the end? Talk about edging.” Flash scoffed.

“Fine. He can hear. In fact, everyone should hear this.” Peter decided and got up on the pool steps.

“Hey, everyone. I have an announcement.” Peter said as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

“I like Y/n. As more than a friend.” He announced as he pointed to you. You smiled in delight while everyone else gave each other the side eye.

“No one gives a shit, Parker.” A boy shouted after a long moment of silence.

“Everybody knew that.” Another girl added.

“Do a flip!” Someone shouted.

“He thinks he’s the main character or something, I swear.” Someone else muttered.

“Oh. I thought that would get a bigger reaction.” Peter frowned and walked back down into the pool to go back to you.

“You like me?” You smiled softly.

“I do. A lot.” Peter admitted with the same soft smile.

“Then why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Because I didn’t want our first kiss to be apart of this stupid game.” Peter told you. “I also wanted to be wearing underwear the first time we kissed. I guess I’m picky.”

“I’m never wearing underwear. Ever. Even when I wear jeans.” Flash said, reminding you that he was there. You turned your entire body to look at him because of how shocked you were by that statement.

“Why not?” You asked him.

“It blocks the flow of my mojo.” He said and pointed to his crotch before moving his hand it and outward flow. You blinked a few times and then turned back to Peter.

“Peter, I only played the game because I wanted to kiss one person. You.” You told him.

“That’s why I started playing. But when you came up to me and asked me, I was so caught off guard that I panicked and said no.”

“Is your guard up now?” You asked him.

“Probably not. Peter could never afford a guard. Get it? Because he’s poor.” Flash said and then laughed at his own joke. Peter rolled his eyes before looking at you again.

“If you asked me again, I’d say yes.” He told you.

“I’m not gonna ask you again. But that’s good to know.” You smiled at him, making his smile drop.

“Y/n, over here.” A girl on the other side of the pool called.

“See you around.” You waved to Peter before swimming to the girl. Peter and Flash stood there in shock as the processed what had happened.

“Dude, that was brutal.” Flash said. “That was worse than the staph infection that hospitalized me after I licked that bus seat.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t ask me.” Peter whispered in disbelief. “And who the fuck keeps saying “Y/n, over here?””

“I can’t believe you rejected her, announced to the whole party that you liked her, and then she rejected you! That’s gold, man. You can’t make this stuff up. Anyways, later loser.” Flash hopped into the pool and started to swim away. He suddenly popped up in front of Peter, this time, with goggles on this time.

“Unless you wanted to play mermaids?” Flash asked him. Peter stared at him for a minute and then nodded.

“I do, actually. Yeah.”

“Amazing. My tail is blue. What’s yours?”

“Please let me be blue.” Peter whined. “I just got rejected by my best friend.”

“Fine. I’ll be orange.” Flash rolled his eyes.

Once the party had started to fizzle out, Peter got out of the pool and went over to where he had left his stuff. You walked over to him and he tensed up.

“Hey.” You said as you approached him.

“Oh, hi.” Peter said cautiously. He had no idea what you were here for after all of the bizarre interactions you had tonight.

“Towel?” You asked and offered him a fresh towel.

“Yeah, thanks.” He accepted it and eyed you skeptically before drying off.

“You should really try to ring your hair out. Chlorine might damage those curls.” You said and nodded towards Peters hair.

“Oh, thanks.” He said and rubbed his towel all over his head. When he was finished, he noticed you staring at him with a fond smile.

“What?” He wondered.

“You missed a spot. Here, let me help.” You said and took the towel. You rubbed it all over his head to dry his hair and then moved it to reveal his face. He was blushing, like always, but had a sad look in his eyes. You let the towel fall to around his neck and then pulled it to bring him closer so you could kiss him.

“Did you really think I was gonna kiss you for the first time with Flash Thompson sitting between us?” You asked once you pulled away.

“So that’s why you didn’t ask me again?” Peter smiled as he connected the dots.

“I’m like you. I wanted it to be special.” You shrugged.

“I think it would be even more special if it happened again.” He replied. You laughed and kissed him again, which he was ready for this time.

“So.” He said once you pulled away. “You still down for that ice cream date?”

“It’s a date.” You nodded and smiled.

“I know. I literally just said that.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, P.” You warned him.

“Fine.” He smiled. “Let’s go on our date.”

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Study Date [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

request/summary: if you’re taking requests please could you write a fem!reader and peter where the reader has a crush on him but doesn’t think he would date her cos she isn’t the smartest at their school and really struggles with classes but he like cheers her up and helps her and maybe on a study date they kiss or something 🥺🥺🥺 please and thank you and i love your writing xxx

warning: me not knowing how to write in past tense… but still writing this fic in past tense?

word count: 3.3k (idk if this was a blurb request but i just read your request when you sent it in a few days ago and just … wrote)

-this is a repost of an old fic-

Saying you were nervous would have been an understatement.

You hated that the teacher waited until the last five minutes of the lesson to give back your tests.

Now everyone around you was smiling at their tests, everywhere you looked you could see people getting good marks.

So maybe that meant you didn’t do as bad as you thought.

You felt okay during the test. You knew you’d never get an A in maths, and that was okay. But while you were trying to solve the problems, you felt like you actually knew what you were doing for once.

You had studied the whole weekend. Saturday morning you got up and studied.You had lunch. Studied again. Had dinner. Studied again. Went to sleep. And repeated the whole thing on Sunday.

And yet, when everyone was discussing their answers afterwards, you had no clue what they were talking about.

But seeing everyone’s faces light up as they got their tests back, red A’s and B’s in the top right corner, made you a little more positive. Maybe you weren’t as dumb as you thought and there had been multiple ways of getting to the right answer.

You looked around and didn’t see a single disappointed face.

You couldn’t be the only one with a bad grade then. Right?

Your teacher, Mr Baker, looked at his watch and dismissed the class.

“Uh, I haven’t gotten my test yet,” you spoke up.

Mr Baker made a face as if he just remembered you existed and went through his bag, getting another piece of paper out. Your test.

You got up, walking past all the other students who were leaving and you went up to his desk.

Your face fell when you saw the big red F in the corner.

You didn’t have to look at the rest of the paper, the red was uncomfortably intense, covering half of the page with corrections and loads of those irritating question marks next to your answers.

Everyone else had left the classroom, and you didn’t know if that made the situation better or worse.

“Another one of those,” Mr Baker commented. He was trying to be sympathetic but it came out as condescending, a what-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-you tone as if you were the problem child.

“I see you’ve been paying attention in class. But sometimes that’s not enough. You have to practise, do the homework I give you. Maybe even a little more. This was the easiest test of the year, and you were the only one who didn’t get at least a B.”

He was still smiling, expecting you to thank him for his tips. As if you weren’t doing all of those things already.

And surely telling you you were behind every single person in this class wasn’t something teachers were encouraged to do.

“Ask me questions when you need to. I’m here for you. If you’re too shy to do it in class, you have my E-Mail and I’m always here a few minutes after class. Just practise a little and I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, hm?”

He handed you your test, ready to leave now.

“I-I thought I understood it.”

“It’s all just practice, I promise. Now I have to get to my next class so..”

You nodded and left the classroom.

It’s all just practice, sure. It’s not like you spent twenty four hours studying for this test alone. You couldn’t always do this. You had ten other subjects, half of which you were nearly failing too.

How did people manage this? Why did you fail a test that everyone else got A’s and B’s on?

You walked towards the doors, relieved that most other students had gone home already so no one would see you fighting back tears.

Just as you were about to fold your test in half, not wanting to see the blunt F staring back at you anymore, you bumped into someone, dropping your test.

You looked up and it was Peter. Shit. You were about to bend down to pick up the piece of paper, but Peter beat you to it with his quick reflexes.

He picked the paper up, and you could tell he didn’t mean to look. But the red ink across the whole page caught his eye and he looked at the test for a split second before handing it back to you.

Fuck.

You shared many classes with him, and if the few times you embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, not knowing the answer to the questions the teachers asked you wasn’t enough, now he just had to know you also failed the easiest test of the year.

He probably thought you were stupid already, but he didn’t have to see all the dumb mistakes you made on a test that he probably easily got an A* on.

When you grabbed your test, a tear slipped out of your eye and you couldn’t look at Peter as you walked away.

“Hey, no wait!” He called out.

You reluctantly stopped. You could feel more tears about to spill from your eyes, and after the humiliation of your crush seeing your failed test, you didn’t need him to see you crying too.

“Can- Can I have a look at that?” He asked, pointing at your test.

“You’ve seen the F already. If you want to make fun of me—“

“No! Not at all. I just, when I picked it up I saw your first step, but it’s actually the second step. And nothing makes sense if you skip the first step.”

“There are different steps?” You asked.

“Yeah- it’s not too hard. But um listen, I need to go now, but maybe you can text me and I can help you figure out where your mistake was. Only if you want to, of course.”

“Yes, sure, thanks-“

“Okay, great, bye!”

Before you could ask him for his number, he was gone.

-

After the much needed cry you finally let out at home, you wondered how you could get Peter’s number. You could text one of your friends to text another friend, so they could text another friend who you surely knew had Peter’s number.

But that just felt like it was too much.

Did he even mean it? Or was he making fun of you in some intelligent humour you didn’t understand?

Okay, you knew Peter wasn’t like that.

But the thought of texting him made you nervous enough, and you didn’t want to bother three other people in order to get his number in the first place.

So instead, you cried a little more over your test, looked at your notes from previous lessons, and understood less and less with every thing you read.

Eventually you fell asleep thinking about Peter.

*

Peter kept glancing at you from across the classroom the next day.

You simply didn’t want to annoy him and other people, that’s why you hadn’t texted him. But maybe he thought you were rude for not accepting his help. When, truly, you just didn’t want your crush to realise how different your levels of intelligence were. But he probably knew that already.

If it was obvious to him how stupid you were, you didn’t want him to think you were rude too, so in the next break you went up to him.

He looked right into your eyes, and you felt like he could see that you’d been crying the whole night, even if you looked surprisingly refreshed this morning.

“Hi um, sorry that I didn’t text you. I don’t have your number,” you said.

“Oh- I thought we were in that math group chat together?”

Mentally, you slapped yourself. Of course you were in that group chat. You were in so many different school related group chats with him.

It just kept getting worse.

“Oh well, yeah we are. But actually I just couldn’t be bothered thinking about maths yesterday. Do you think you could explain it to me now?”

“Yeah I-”

In that moment the bell rang and you had to get back to class.

“How about we meet after school?” He said.

“Sure. The library?”

“Um maybe somewhere where we don’t have to be quiet?” He asked.

Maybe you just shouldn’t say anything in front of Peter. It’s not that you didn’t think. Just sometimes the speaking happened before the thinking. But Peter probably just thought you were dumb. You probably were.

“We could go to mine.” He proposed, “I live with my aunt and she’ll probably be at work. Either way, she’s cool.”

“Okay, cool. Should we meet by the entrance then and walk to yours?”

“Cool. I mean yes, let’s do that. See you later,” he smiled weirdly before he left.

You met Peter after school and got lunch together, talking the whole way to his place. You ate first, and continued talking even when you were done.

You didn’t feel dumb for a single second.

Maybe you weren’t as dumb as you thought.

Maybe your grades at school didn’t always determine your intelligence.

Maybe you were just being dumb again though, and Peter was just a nice person to be around who didn’t care that he was way more intelligent than you.

Unfortunately, your conversation ended when Peter remembered what you were here for.

You didn’t want him to see your failed test again. With all the red ink and all your embarrassing calculation methods.

But Peter remembered what he had seen on your test the previous day, and started talking without you having to show him again.

First, he tried to cheer you up though. Which you appreciated.

“That test was so weird, I'm sure loads of people got a bad grade this time.”

“Nope,” you said, “Everyone had A’s and B’s.”

“I’m sure at least a few others were worse than that.”

“No. Mr Baker assured me of that. He went out of his way to let me know that I was the only one who failed it. It’s not like I didn’t think I was dumb already,” you looked away.

“Hey- who said you were dumb? Mr Baker is dumb. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing half of the time and just looks at the answer and writes it down without explaining anything at all.”

Sure, you’ve said those things about Mr Baker too. But it was more to find a justification why you’d failed another test, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t stupid, and it was someone else’s fault. When really it was your own fault.

But if Peter said those things about Mr Baker, maybe you weren’t entirely to blame.

“So for example he doesn’t tell us that there are multiple steps you have to go through. And when I saw your test, I saw you skipped the first one. Which isn’t your fault because Mr Baker doesn’t tell is about these steps,” Peter said,

“But I immediately recognised that that’s what happened to you because I made that mistake too when we first learnt this.”

Peter Parker makes mistakes? In maths?

“Yeah, sometimes.”

Oops, did you say that out loud?

“Anyway, so there are two different ways, both depending on that first step where you prove if X is.....”

An hour later you were writing down all the different steps Peter taught you, working out the answer to the problems on your previous test which Peter wrote down for you on another piece of paper.

But you were stuck on the last step, and you were unsure if you’d even gotten the previous results right.

“Okay time is over, this is how much time we had during the test too.”

You dropped the pen with an unsure breath, looking at the test on your lap.

Peter sat down next to you- you were leaning against the headboard on his bed. His bed was small, and suddenly Peter was really close. You gulped.

“Okay um I‘m stuck on the last step. But I don‘t know if the rest was correct though.”

“Let me see,” his leg brushed against yours when he leaned over to grab your test.

You saw him pulling out his green pen to correct your answers, but you didn’t look at the paper. He was way too close, you couldn’t concentrate on anything but his face that was mere inches away from yours.

He turned his head towards you, and you felt like you’d just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do. Then you realised he was talking to you.

“W-what?”

“I always use my calculator for this last part. I don‘t actually think it‘s possible without a calculator.”

You looked down at your test, and there were green ticks next to every line. You tried to hide your smile, you didn’t want to get too hopeful because you got a few answers right.

“I don‘t think I brought my calculator.”

“Wait, you did all of this in your head?” Peter asked.

“Uhh.. yeah?”

“Woah.”

“That‘s not the part that‘s hard for me. It‘s more the logical thinking, I guess,” you explained.

He nodded, getting out his calculator. You typed in what you needed, and wrote down the answer, throwing Peter a fearful look.

He checked your answer, and gave you another tick at the end of it, adding a little :) at the end. You’d never gotten a :) on your maths answer.

Peter high fived you, but you were still confused.

“Wait, so that was it?”

“Yeah. You would have gotten an A-star on this one.”

This time you didn’t hide your smile.

Peter was still so close.

“You know the way you explained it with those steps? That was really helpful. No one‘s ever explained it to me like that. But now it makes sense.”

He just shrugged, grinning at you.

“Wait, there‘s also this really good Youtube channel. They have tons of videos that are really good. They also explain the exceptions when there‘s another step,” he said.

“What exceptions?”

“Oh, actually we haven‘t done those in school yet anyway, so you can just watch the videos once we actually do it in school. I‘ll send you the link though.”

You didn't want to sound weird, but Peter just did more for you than your teacher did in the last year, “So um do I pay you or is this just like…” You tried to find the right word.

“No- you don’t have to. We’re friends and it was just a small favour. I just saw your mistake right at the beginning and recognised it from when I used to do that, so I thought I could help.”

Woah.

Peter Parker considered you a friend.

You would have liked to disagree. You barely knew each other. But if you knew him well enough to have a crush on him, then he could know you well enough to consider you a friend.

There was a silence while you thought about that, and Peter started talking again.

“Actually, I was worried you’d think I was a dick. You didn’t ask for my help and I didn’t want to seem like a smartass or like I was mansplaining when I offered to explain it to you, so I was kind of worried when you didn’t text me yesterday.”

“No, not at all. I appreciate it a lot. I just forgot we were in that group chat and didn’t know how to get your number, but I’m glad we talked. Thanks for helping me.”

He simply nodded and gave you a smile.

You were still next to each other on the bed. Maybe it was just your imagination, but it felt like you were about to kiss.

Just as you saw Peter moving towards you even more, you heard the front door open, and a female voice greeting Peter.

He got off the bed quickly, “Uh that’s my aunt. She’s uh, home early.”

You followed him into the kitchen where you introduced yourself to his aunt. The good looks must run in his family, even though you weren’t sure if they were blood related.

“Peter has told me so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she smiled.

Before you could respond, Peter was talking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, May-”

“No, I’m sure I remember the name. Peter‘s been talking about you non-stop,” she grinned at you and you tried to stop your smile from taking up half of your face.

If you’d heard that yesterday, you would have worried what Peter said about you. Maybe he had told his aunt how dumb you were. But after three hours with Peter, you knew he’d never say something like that.

That night you stayed up until three a.m. watching the videos Peter sent you. You discovered they had multiple channels. Apart from maths, they also had physics, biology and chemistry videos- all the subjects you were bad at.

You never thought you’d enjoy studying, but watching those videos wasn’t half bad because finally you understood something, and you only stopped when you were too tired to pay attention.

*

Peter kept helping you with maths, and a few weeks later you wouldn’t disagree anymore if he said you two were friends.

You were at his place again, sat opposite of each other on his bed.

Just a week ago, you had another maths test. What you were writing had felt right, but in maths that didn’t mean anything.

The test was in front of you now, facing down, and you were too anxious to turn it around and look how you’d done. You didn’t want another F.

“What if I failed again?” You asked.

“Then we’ll just practise more, and you’ll pass next time,” Peter said.

He took your hand to calm you down, but it only made you more nervous.

“Last time he gave it to you personally, to talk to you. He didn’t do that this time, so that could be a good sign,” he tried.

“Maybe he’s just given up on me.”

“I don’t think so. Should I look at it for you?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

You took a deep breath, and before you could change your mind, you looked at your test.

Peter looked at you, “What did you get?”

And as loud as you could, you shouted, “I got a B!”

Peter’s whole face lit up along with yours, and you promptly kissed him.

You hugged him immediately after, shocked at your own action, and your eyes went wide behind Peter’s back.

You could feel his hands at your waist, but they were unsure and shaky.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I couldn't have done this without you,” you said, deciding to ignore what you just did.

You pulled away from the hug, looking at your test instead of looking at Peter.

But he was all fidgety, playing with his shirt, scratching his neck and the back of his head, and when you looked up at him his face was red. You felt bad.

“Um sorry, I shouldn’t have just kissed you- I was just um really happy.”

“No, no, that was okay,” he smiled.

“Okay?”

“No, like very okay. I mean uh- good. Nice”

You smiled.

You had just reduced Peter Parker, the guy who knew the answer to everything, the guy who was the smartest person at your school, to a stuttering mess.

“Okay,” you smirked.

“I-it was so very okay, that I would like to repeat it- if you wanted to, that is.”

You took a second to process his words, and then you kissed him again.

It was just a short, sweet peck, but it gave you a whole swarm of butterflies.

“How- how about maybe we could go on an actual date instead of just a study date tomorrow?” He asked.

“I‘d love that.”

And you kissed him again.

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Nudes [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter uses EDITH to help his crush (you, duh) with something. (I really have to work on my summarising skills)

Warning: FFH Spoilers lol, Nudes (?), a bit of naive reader in the beginning, no smut but sexual themes I guess?, David” swearing, ik they’re in high school but they’re still over 18 cause nudes

Peter and MJ broke up, no after credit scenes ever happened :)

A/N: I wrote this yesterday instead of studying for History so it’s not my best work ever but it’s still cute and you should read it  :) (aw this is from when I originally wrote this fic that's so cute awsghdjk baby!me, I miss history tbh)

Word count: 3.7k

-this is a repost of one of my first fics like over a year ago? and I could have edited the shit out of this but idk I thought it was cute lol-

gif not mine

“Peter, I have to tell you something.” You’re quite embarrassed about your secret but if there’s anyone you can trust, it’s Peter.

You’ve not actually been the closest of friends for long, it’s just recently that you’ve become more than just classmates and have done stuff together outside of school.

And, it would be a complete lie to say that you didn’t have a massive crush on Peter, but he just got out of the relationship with MJ and you didn’t want to risk your friendship with him. So you tried other boys.

Of course that turned out to be a mistake.

“Please promise me not to judge me or to think I’m stupid, I really don’t know what was going through my head.” You warn him before you reveal what you’ve done, although you know he’s the most kind person and would never judge you for anything you’ve done.

“I’d never think you’re stupid. And you’re safe with me, you can tell me anything.” He says reassuringly and leans in to where you’re both sat on your bed, opposite of each other.

“Okay, so... I sent... I sent these, um, pictures to this guy, and I know that I shouldn’t have sent these pictures..”

Wait what pictures?

“...but stupidly I trusted this guy. Anyway I sent the pictures and he replied, you know, satisfied... I guess. But now he’s not really texting me anymore and I’m scared that he’ll send the pictures to someone. You know you can’t actually see that much, it’s not.. that bad I’m not quite that stupid, but they were still private photos that I wouldn’t want anyone else to see...” You ramble, eyes on the floor and you’re playing with your hoodie-sleeves pulled over your hands.

“Wait what type of pictures?” Peter asks, not quite understanding yet.

“You know...” He shakes his head and bites his tongue.

“What type of pictures do you think? I know I shouldn’t have sent them but...?” He’s still not getting it, okay he’s too innocent for this shit, “What type of pictures would I send the guy that I like and wouldn’t want anyone else to see?” You ask shyly.

“Wait do you mean nudes?” He realises and shouts a bit but you shush him, not wanting your parents in the other room to hear.

“Like I said, I’m not like... naked, you can’t see everything but I... I don’t even know why I told you this, it’s not like you can do anything about it..” You try and change the subject, you feel like Peter’s judging you and you don’t even know how Peter would have helped anyway.

“Just forget I ever said anything, let’s go back to watching the movie.” You grab the remote control to turn the 90s film you were watching back on but Peter grabs the control from you with a concerned look on his face.

Truth is, Peter’s not judging you, he’s fucking jealous.

He knows he has no right to be jealous but the was one time he saw you in a bikini, although you kept your arms over your body the whole time - not that you had anything to worry about - Peter thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and now you’re out here sending freaking half naked pictures to some guy you haven’t even told Peter about?

He wishes you’d send him pictures like that, not because he’s horny (okay, he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you like that at all) but because of the trust you have to have in a person to do something like that.

To be fair, he just broke up with MJ, they’re still on good terms but after a few weeks into the relationship they both realised that it was just the initial excitement of liking someone like that for the first time, but they weren’t really meant to be.

Besides, Peter had  developed a serious crush on you, and it wouldn’t have been fair on MJ, she was with Brad Davis now, too.

And he’d never got that far with MJ, sending half naked pictures or even seeing her like that. But maybe that was because neither was MJ a girl who took or sent pictures like that, nor was Peter a guy who’d ever ask for a picture like that unless the girl offered. Even then he’d probably be extra cautious and just prefer seeing it in real life.

“No! We can talk about this. Who is he?” You’re still not looking him in the eyes when you tell him “David.”

Oh, Peter knows David.

“That’s your type?” He asks more harshly than he intends to.

“Looks-wise anyway, it turns out he’s an asshole personality-wise so...”

You hope Peter doesn’t realise how similar they actually look, the same floppy brown hair that you wish you could play with all day, same brown, beautiful eyes that you could stare into forever (Peter’s eyes are far more kind though), same height and body type that you longed to touch even when you only ever saw them in their clothes.

Of course, Peter’s personality won by far, very, very far. And he’s more good-looking anyway, they are the same type though.

And Peter does notice the similarities. Same hair colour, height, overall just same type.

Does that mean you could at least consider him as a boyfriend? Okay, wrong time to think about that.

“Oh, yeah you’re right, he’s an asshole.” Peter comments lazily, David’s actually an okay guy, just not the biggest gentleman, but apart from his behaviour towards girls, David really isn’t a bad guy. Of course Peter doesn’t want you to know that.

You just nod and bite the inside of your cheek, thinking of what to do next.

Then it suddenly hits Peter, how he could help you. He has EDITH, he’d successfully deleted that picture Brad Davis had of him, so he’d just have to do the same on David’s phone.

He desperately wants to help you.

“I’ve got an idea!”

*

“Hey, Edith,” Peter whispers, you’re next to him, leaning against your locker in the break, so Peter wouldn’t look suspicious talking to himself.  “Could you access David’s phone for me please?”

You can’t hear what the computer glasses (or whatever the fuck they are) are saying - Peter’d told you they were an unfinished project by Tony Stark. He didn’t reveal much about them but they were advanced enough to delete the pictures off David’s phone.

You can only watch Peter’s facial expressions and he’s concentrated, and it looks as if Edith is doing the job so far.

“Okay, now I need you to delete all pictures off his phone, photo gallery, text messages, wherever they are, all pictures that have y/n in them.”

Peter looks at you for a face scan, and then back over at David, who is standing by his locker, doing something on his phone.

The look on Peter’s face changes once he sees the photos of you pop up in front of him.

That’s not what he expected.

There you are in your bathroom in front of your mirror, the first picture‘s kind of harmless.

You, fresh out of the shower, hair still wet and bare-faced with no makeup, a look Peter loves on you, in a blue satin pyjama blouse. Yes, it’s slightly unbuttoned, enough to make out the outline of your breast, but not more than he’d seen often on you when you simply wore a lower cut top.

The next picture is what does it for him and his heart stops for a second.

You, still in your bathroom, this time though, the blouse is completely open and slid down to your elbows, hanging behind your back and down your sides.

You didn’t lie, he couldn’t see everything of your naked boobs, but it’s enough to get him flustered and he can’t concentrate for a moment.

One of your hands is up to cover your right nipple and your arm is placed over your chest so your other nipple isn’t visible either, but he’s able to see the rest of your perfect, soft flesh. Your other hand is holding your phone in front of your face but anyone who knows you would be able to tell that it’s you.

He blinks and looks at you, who’s nervously looking back at him, waiting for him to delete the pictures off David‘s phone.

You, of course, don’t know that he actually has to look at the pictures in order to confirm to Edith to delete them.

Just seeing how nervous you are gets him back on track and he gazes at the pictures again, just this time with his backpack covering the front area of his pants.

But besides those two pictures, there‘s more. Pictures David‘s taken screenshots of, from your Instagram account and Peter feels sick, guessing what David used all those pictures for.

It doesn’t stop there though. There aren’t many, but a few pictures Peter hadn’t seen before, David must have taken them himself.

Pictures of you on a picnic blanket in a park, laughing, and you looked beautiful.

Another photo of you in your sweats on your bed, papers spread out in front of you, as well as coffee.

Peter thought he was your study partner?

Then there’s also a video, one of you two making out. He doesn’t want to fucking see that, but it starts playing nevertheless and what he sees makes him sick with jealousy.

You and David, in someone’s bedroom, David’s bedroom, and the phone is presumably placed on the headboard, recording the two of you.

David’s mouth is pressed against yours in a sloppy kiss. It doesn’t look very enjoyable, two tongues colliding, spit between the two of you, but the little moans coming out of your mouth tell Peter otherwise and he blushes deeply.

He’s grateful that only he is able to hear and watch the video, he doesn’t want people thinking he’s watching porn at school.

Before he’s able to possibly see more, and imagine and get jealous at what you’ve done with David, he confirms to Edith to delete all pictures and videos with you in and surely within a second they’re all gone.

He wonders how far the relationship between you and David had gone, if it even was a relationship, but he knows you’d tell him if you wanted to and otherwise it was none of his business.

“Deleted. You’ve got nothing to worry about now.” Peter smiles at you, taking the glasses off and you hug him, thank him ten times, because who knows what could’ve happened if the pictures were in the wrong hands.

“Do you know if he sent them to someone else or something?”

“No, he didn’t. I think it’s been deleted everywhere though, so it won’t be on your phone anymore either.” He explains.

“Aw, I liked the picture,” You frown shortly and oh, Peter liked the picture, too, but of course he won’t tell you he’s seen it, “But don’t worry, thanks again. Really, thank you so much. See you later.”

“Um, wait a second.” Peter stops you from walking away.

“I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but, uh,” He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, it’s not true but he wants to make sure you don’t go back to David,

“There were other pictures. Of other girls. From weeks ago and also more recently. Quite a few actually, and I, I just thought you deserved to know that.”

“Oh.” Is all you say. It’s enough that you and David stopped talking after he finally got the pictures of you, but now he‘s even been talking to other girls, multiple girls, while you two had been going out and he obviously had no problem moving on, if he’d ever even truly liked you.

You don’t want to cry because of that asshole, especially not while he’s in the same hallway as you and doesn’t give a single fuck about you. But the tears just form in your eyes and you can’t hold back.

Peter notices immediately and hugs you tight as soon as he sees the frown on your  perfect face and you bury your face in his neck, still desperately trying not to break down completely.

But Peter’s face is probably more miserable than yours.

He wishes to be the one taking the pain of heartbreak, and not you.

Sure, he’d been sad when MJ and him broke up, but judging by what he’d just seen, him and her weren’t nearly as close as you and David.

Then he’d had you to cheer him up, he never complained about MJ, talking about your ex girlfriend to your new crush probably wasn’t the best topic, but you had cheered him up without even knowing.

You made him happy and he decided to make it his mission to make you as happy as you’d made and make him.

*

You and Peter are watching movies, as always, the following Saturday.

He knows you’re not extremely sad, mostly just upset, and while you hadn’t really talked to him much, he knew that you had to tell him sooner or later in order to get over David quicker.

Peter knows talking about things makes it hurt less, but only if you’re ready to talk.

And there’s this other thing... He hasn’t been able to get the pictures out of his head, as much as he tried.

This was a problem, because, first of all, the pictures had been for David and not for Peter to see, and he felt like he was betraying you by not telling you he’d saw.

Secondly, they were for David and it made him jealous to no end.

Thirdly, they were sexy pictures, and although Peter’s not your typical hormonal teenager, he’s a hormonal teenager to some extent.

“I’ve got to confess something.” He blurts out, not being able to keep it to himself anymore, it feels like he’s abusing what he’s seen.

“Shoot.”

“When I deleted the pictures, I, you know,... I had to look at them in order to confirm that they were the right ones to delete, so yeah... I saw them.”

“Well... did you like them?”

What kind of question is that?

If he says ‘yes, the pictures were great, I enjoyed them’, he’d give away that he has a crush that you probably don’t reciprocate.

If he says no, he didn’t like the pictures, that would be a lie, and how the fuck would you feel if he told you that?

“Is there even a right answer to that? I mean, you even said yourself that you liked them, and, damn,...” Okay stop there that’s enough.

“I suppose you’re right.”

You understand Peter’s dilemma with that question, saying yes would be weird, saying no would be mean and, although you doubted he liked you back, untrue. But you’d love to hear from Peter that you looked good, you didn’t need it, but it sure as hell would cheer you up right now.

“Uh, so you’re not mad at me seeing them?” He asks cautiously.

“I mean, first of all you had no other choice, you deleted them and that was basically impossible and I owe you for that if anything, but also... I sent them to an asshole like David, so obviously you seeing them is much better than him being able to see them again.”

What the hell do you mean by that? Girls are so confusing.

“I know it’s none of my business, and it’s okay if you don’t want to answer, but since I saw the pictures I also saw the video,”

You furrow your eyebrows “What video?”

“Uh... there was a video of you two making out, I guess that was his room.”

“Oh yeah, I completely forgot he took that. Thanks Peter, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, it was all thanks to Edith, not me.” He blushes.

“Anyway, what was your question?”

“Again, it’s fine if you don’t want to answer, but how.. close did you two get?” He can’t say the words, can’t imagine you and David... like that, doesn’t want to.

You muster him with a serious expression and Peter feels like he might cry, until you crack a smile.

“Noooo,” You draw out, amused, “You really think I’d give it up to someone like David? I’m not that stupid. Anyway, I was just with him hoping to forget about another guy.” And again, Peter’s heart breaks. Another guy?

Okay, don’t make it obvious now, Parker.

“I mean you were stupid enough to send him those pictures of you.” He jokes, earning a light slap to his arm and the way he said the words, you have your answer on what he thought of your pictures.

“Did it work? I mean, getting over the other guy?”

“Not at all. David’s nowhere near as good as the other guy, not as cute either.” You say it with such ease, but Peter can hear your heart beating in your chest furiously. He doesn’t know that it’s because you think he might catch on that it’s him.

The heart in his chest is broken, he’s got you away from David but now he’s got an even bigger threat, a guy ‘much cuter’ than David. And David didn’t look that different to Peter.

*

You lay awake in bed that night. The last days you’ve been a bit sad, a bit because of David, but mostly because of Peter. Maybe you should’ve stayed with David, he saw you as more than a friend, or at least acted like it.

Peter’s so innocent and he couldn’t even tell you that he liked your pictures. That had to be a clear sign that he didn’t like you like that, right?

But if you never asked, you’d never get the answer.

So somehow you pluck up the courage and text him. After twenty minutes of thinking what to write, you just go with the simplest way of saying it.

Peter, it’s you

The guy I like

If you don’t feel the same it’s okay, but please be nice

Peter could not believe his eyes when he read the text message. If you hadn’t written his name P-e-t-e-r (he checked five times) he’d be absolutely positive that you got the wrong number.

He was just on his way home from his Spider-Man activities when he heard your special ringtone go off in his pocket.

And now he just has to see you.

When he arrives at your window, web shooters now hidden under his sweater and suit off, he sees you lying on your bed.

The same blue satin blouse from the picture, but he doesn’t allow his mind to wander and get jealous and angry, your hands are around your phone which lies on your belly and you look troubled.

And he realises he maybe should have texted you back before leaving you hanging and then unexpectedly showing up at your window.

But he knocks without thinking, startling you but luckily you recognise him quickly.

“Peter, how the hell did you get up here?” You ask, opening the window for him and he jumps onto the floor into your room. “Fire escape.”

“Uh, I sent you a text, did you…?” You scratch your neck nervously, looking to the floor.

“Yes, I know! Did you - did you mean it?” Peter asks eagerly.

“Uh-huh, but it’s okay if you don’t feel-“ But you’re interrupted by Peter’s lips on yours.

It takes you by surprise so you don’t give in straight away, alarming Peter and he pulls back to look at you anxiously. What if he understood your text the wrong way?

But you kiss him back with full force and he stumbles against your wall at your eagerness.

“Sorry.” You pull back again slightly.

“Don’t be.” And you’re at it again.

After a few, hard, short kisses he pulls back again and you want nothing more than to have your mouth against his but he looks at you so beautifully you might melt right away.

“So, uh, I like you, too. Quite a lot.” He mutters and catches his breath.

“I kind of guessed.” You smile.

“But I also lied to you.. There were no pictures of other girls on David’s phone, I just said it so that you definitely don’t like him anymore. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have lied” You don’t say anything for a second.

“We broke up before I thought he was texting other girls. I don’t care what’s on David’s phone anymore. You’re the one I want.”

“Oh. Thank God. Want to... go back to kissing then?” He smiles and you lead him back to your bed where you’re more comfortable.

After a few minutes of kissing and occasionally stopping to look and smile at each other you slip your tongue into Peter’s mouth and now he understands why David and you had been doing that in the video.

And while he hates himself for thinking of David, while your tongue is in his mouth, that’s exactly the reason. Because unlike what he thought when he saw that video, your tongue in his mouth doesn’t feel gross at all but surprisingly nice.

“Will...you...be...my girlfriend?” He asks between kisses and you stop for a second.

“Yes.” You reply, out of breath. “I’d love to.”

“That includes, and I also hope you won’t be sending any other guys half naked pictures anymore because, you know, I’m your boyfriend now,” He says proudly, “No secrets between us, okay?”

“Yeah. That goes for you too, though,”

Wait does that mean...?

“And I wonder how the hell you got all the way up to my room if the fire escape is on the other side of the building? It’s like you’re Spider-Man or something...”

Uh oh

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

That Which Binds You

Status: Completed

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

Summary: When you met Peter Stark you were certain that you would hate him. He was your opposite, unbelievably wealthy, the epitome of privilege. Even worse than all that, he was Ironman’s son. It didn’t matter how sweet or innocent he seemed, you knew he couldn’t be trusted. Usually you kept people at a distance because you were a danger to them, but Peter was a danger to you, and that was the last thing you needed to worry about when you already had Spiderman on your ass.

Warnings: angst, fighting, injuries, mentions of sex

Playlist

Masterlist

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

I. Heart Eyes 

II. On the Cusp

III. The Night We Met

IV. Chemistry

V. Self Righteous and Wrathful

VI. A Crucial Intervention

VII. Convalescence

VIII. Faith and Bargaining 

IX. Through Pretty Brown Eyes

X. Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight

XI. The Crossroads 

XII. Absolution

XIII. Scaredy Cat

XIV. Kismet 

XV. Elysian

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

[morganwrites12672-deactivated20]

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter runs hot. You run cold.

Warnings/Tags: Peter Parker x reader (romantically), established relationship, Stark!Reader, Female!Reader, Tony stark x Reader (Platonic), iron man merch, cuddles, James bond movies, and chips.

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You received a text from Peter as you laid sprawled out on the couch. He was on his way to the tower. He said he had something to do with your father in the lab, but then he was all yours.

You smiled and sent his a smiley emoji before telling him where you were. It was easy to get lost in this tower.

You aimlessly flicked through the TV guide before giving up and choosing the James Bond reruns. Once Peter showed up it would be time for Star-Wars. Until then, old spy movies would have to suffice.

"Ms. Stark, Peter has arrived at the tower," F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you. You thanked her for telling you before making your way to the kitchen.

You wanted to be able to just cuddle Peter to death when he finished up his work, not wait to pick out snacks.

You chose a few bags of chips before running back to the living room. You hoped your dad wouldn't keep Peter down there to long.

"Baby?" A voice called out and you noticed Peter walking towards you. You smiled and gave him a smothering hug.

You finally pulled back and led him to the couch. Tossing the poor chips onto the coffee table, the two of you got comfortable under an ironman throw.

"Seriously?" Peter asked smiling. He was most likely referring to the iron man throw blanket. And matching pillows.

"There is nothing my dad loves more then looking at himself," you joke and Peter laughs as he rests his head on your shoulder.

You sneak one of your hands under his shirt-

"HOLY FRICK," he screams and bolts up. You laugh at his reaction. It was just cold hands.

"What?" You ask, feigning Innocence.

"Warn me next time, god your hands are like ice cubes," he says sitting back down before pulling you into him.

He grabs your hands and warms them up in his. His head soon finds it's spot back on your shoulder. This was how the both of you spent every weekend.

Shitty movie reruns, iron man blankets, and lots of chips. With the given cuddles. Those were just completely necessary.

"Now your hands are warm," Peter whispers into your ear. You smile and reward him with a kiss.

Tony walked in to Yn and Peter passed out on the couch, basically connected. He couldn't tell whose limbs where whose.

He smiled at the iron man blanket. That was when he realized something.

Peter Parker was cuddling his daughter. PETER PARKER WAS CUDDLING HIS DAUGHTER.

Tony fought the urge to wake them up and force them to separate, they were to cute sleeping like that. He would never admit that he ever had that thought.

Never.

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Requests are open! My pinned post has everyone I write for!

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Frat Peter and he's all cocky, but he gets really shy when you're around and his friends keep teasing him about his little crush and how he's putty in your hands and you don't even know?

god i love him so much

“Your girls here, parker.” 

Peter rolls his eyes, as much as he denies no one believes him. You’re not his girl, not by a long shot but god does he wish you were. The jab still couldn’t stop him from swiveling his neck, sure enough you were laughing with friends, your wide smile made him smile too. You looked so pretty, he’s never seen someone fill out clothes the way you do. 

He needs to find a way to talk to you, it started as group partners and he may have played a little dumb to get you to study with him, just for some one on one time. Since then you’ve gotten closer, and everyday he feels more and more like a lovesick puppy. He’d do anything you ask, just so he can prove he could make you happy. 

“Pong, let’s go, parker.” 

Peter wants to whine like a toddler, he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on you. Not that he needs to, and definitely not to scare off a potential suitor, he just wants to make sure you’re safe, that’s all. He looks you over again, you’re with friends and he thinks you’ll be alright. 

Right before he can turn back to his brothers your eyes flicker up, meeting his you send a grin. Peter’s been caught, he’s been looking over you for a minute and that smile said ‘caught you,’ it made his cheeks warm, a faint blush coats his cheeks and you can’t help but watch as his friends hoop and shake his shoulders, causing him to nearly run to the garage for a game of beer pong. 

Peter doesn’t know how long he’s been playing. He knows it’s been about three games, and he’s trying to act the perfect amount of buzzed. What he does know is that time stopped when you came looking for him, his ears picking up on your fluttery soft voice pushing for apologies.

“Do you know where peter is?” 

Wasted white girl looks appalled you asked, “who the fuck is peter?” 

“Oh. Um, parker?” 

Wasted white girl drags out an ‘oh,’ then points in his general direction, you raise on tiptoes, looking over the shoulders in the cramped room, catching sight of his snapback, turned backwards. You started to make your decent, politely excusing yourself and apologizing when you rub up against someone. 

You think about tapping his shoulder, but you’re a menace. You tug at his hat, pulling it off his head, before you can complete the task his hand grips your wrist, a dull tone comes from his mouth. 

“Don’t do that.” 

Your hand drops, you didn’t know there was a boundary there. 

“I’m sorry!” 

His head whips to yours, wide eyed and flushed. 

“I didn’t know it was you! You can do that, you have my permission.” 

His teammate, Ethan, if you remember correctly, coughed into his hand, one word slipping from his mouth made Peter jerk his shoulder into his. “Simp.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, “peter’s not a simp, that’s mean. You should say sorry.” 

Ethan is having fun, “oh trust me, if you knew what I know, you would call him a simp too.” Peter, in a panic, rips his hat off his head and throws it on yours, it falls over your eyes, you fix it with enough time to watch Peter mumble out “watch it,” before directing all his attention on you. 

“Looking good.” 

You do a spin for him, “think I can pledge next year?” 

“You have my vote.” 

Ethan had to bite back another simp comment. 

“Can you do me a favor?” 

Rushed, “anything.” 

Ethan can’t help his snort, he tries to hide it behind clearing his throat. 

Peter wants to kill his friend. 

“I’ve been ditched and I really have to pee, so would you mind watching my drink?” 

Peter holds out a hand to take it, his palm covering the open mouth. “It would be my honor.” 

You smile at him, “thanks, be right back.” 

“Five minutes and I come looking.” 

That was new, it was protective. It made you feel warm and safe inside, he was a really good friend. You promised you would be back, but the line was longer than you expected and you were unable to complete the task in just a few minutes. 

Peter kept count, and like he said, went looking. Ethan’s pissed that they’ve now lost the game to a forfeit, all because Peter was head over heels in a gushy crush. You bound down the steps in time to see Peter getting aggravated by his friend, you couldn’t help but overhear.

“You know this is super entertaining, right?” 

“Shut up, Ethan.” 

“It’s adorable. The way you run after her, bending to her will. Who knew parker had a bitch in him.” 

In one quick motion Peter had him pinned to the wall. 

“Don’t ruin this for me. I’m gonna make a move, alright? She makes me nervous and I’m not used to this, okay?” 

“Ask her on a fucking date, I’d put a thousand on the line she’d say yes.” 

You wonder who he’s talking about, you have more than an inkling it’s you but Peter’s never seemed interested, just a good friend. It must have been someone else. 

“I’m not betting on Y/N, I like her too much.” 

Oh fuck. He is talking about you, and it makes you warm and fuzzy all over. 

Ethan is right, you would say yes. 

You duck your head down, pressing against the bars on the stairway. 

“I’m okay with you betting on me, take the grand and then take me out on a nice date.” 

Peter’s eyes blew up, he wanted to punch Ethan. He also wanted to thank him. 

“It’s not like that!” Peter feels his brain melt, stop talking, why are you talking?  

You frown, “it’s not?” 

Ethan tries to push his head against the wall, his chin poking up high to get a view of you crouched down. “It is like that, you heard him.” He gags when Peter presses his forearm against his throat, it’s not meant to hurt, just silence. 

“Well, if it is like that, and I make you nervous, there really isn’t a need cause I would say yes.” 

Peter’s arm drops, “come here.” 

Ethan takes this as his moment to escape, you watch the stairs as you follow them down, narrowly missing a spilled beer. Peter meets you at the bottom of the staircase, he hands you over the drink he’d been watching. 

“Thank you.” 

“No problem.” 

You blinked at the boy, he stood there and looked at his hat on your head. You waited until it started to get awkward. 

“If you don’t ask, I will, then I’ll have ripped the rights from you. You’ll have to tell our grandkids you chickened out.” 

That doesn’t sound bad to him, but he thinks the least he can do is get the words out. 

“I would really, really like to take you out for dinner, is that okay?” 

You chew your cheek, “what’s your policy on kissing before the first date?” 

“It should be a thing.” 

You bite your lower lip to hide your smile, it didn’t work. 

“Wanna make it a thing?” 

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Peter: my hands are cold.

Y/n: *holds peters hands*

Peter: for some reason my lips are turning cold too.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Peter, to Y/n: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Y/n: *Proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Tony, walking past: Rule number 1, don’t call Y/n cute or small.

[webslingingslasher]

I Think He Knows

Summary: You wrote a letter to Peter. He read it. He knows.

Trope: Friends to Lovers. 

Pairing is Peter Parker x Stark!reader 

Word count: 4000

“You always call at the worst fucking times.”

 You hissed into your phone as the loud ring cut through the silent lab you were sneaking through. 

Your dad didn’t need to catch you in here and Peter definitely didn’t need to catch you in here.

‘Oh hey peter! I'm great, yeah! oh why do i have my hands in your backpack going through your shit? good question!’ You thought, the image of the conversation sent a mental shudder down your spine 

Yeah, you really didn’t need to be caught in here. 

“Did you get it yet?” MJ lowered her voice on the other side of the phone too, she was just as invested in this as you. 

“No, I had to wait until they left. I never saw peter leave so I said fuck it and was just gonna ask if I could use his notes and take it then but he’s not in here.” 

Except the little sleaze was in the room. 

You just couldn’t see him. 

He had you in full sight perched on the ceiling of the lab, he was doing some new tests trying his new technology upside down as your father had requested. 

His head, covered by the mask, was tilted to the side watching you carefully. His eyes squinted on his mask.

“I don’t know why you talked me into this. this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested.” 

You berated MJ on the line, your eyebrows furrowed, you kept looking over your shoulder waiting for your dad or Peter to pop in and catch you in the act. 

Your stomach felt a little queasy and your head felt heavy, it felt like you shouldn’t be in here and you shouldn’t be digging through Peter’s items. 

But instead of leaving and having an adult conversation with the brown haired boy you continued the hunt for the backpack he usually threw over his shoulder. 

“I mean, what did we think? Peter would find it and everything would change?” 

“Yes. that is exactly what we thought.” MJ immediately voiced her opinion, always quick to be on the opposite side of your doubt.  

Peter had his eyes on you, he had to tune his focus on trying to hear both sides of the conversation.  He’s not typically an eavesdropper but you are talking about him, and he can’t help but be a little curious as to what you left for him and why you have to hide it. 

“No?! Of course not! It's peter!” you responded.

“I think you should leave it.” 

“I am NOT leaving it. I left it there today, he didn’t see it or at least tell me about it.” you panicked

“I just think you didn’t give it enough time, did you even have notes in math? He probably didn’t even open it.” MJ always was a voice of reason, she was being the most supportive she could but she just didn’t get it. 

“Well maybe I don't want him to see it.” you snapped 

‘See what?!’ Peter thought to himself. 

It had to be something good right? 

Finally reaching his backpack you stuck your phone between your ear and shoulder and unzipped it fast. 

Hands speeding through the loose papers and books stacked, you pulled out his blue composition book, his math notebook. 

Flipping it open you opened to the page you were desperate to find and sighed out in relief.

“Yes! It’s still here.” you cheered on the phone, the panic attack you were on the verge of having all day immediately vanished. 

“I still think you should leave it.” the voice on the other line sang out. 

You looked at the torn out sheet in your hand, the edge closest to the binding was ripped unevenly. 

 “Oops. Too late.” 

Then just as quick you came in you hung up and left, and Peter found himself lowering from the ceiling and running to his notebook.

True to what he saw you did rip a page out, it was a few pages behind his most recent notes, he would’ve found it in class or at home had they taken notes that day. 

Peter held the notebook in the light and saw the pen marks left as an indent where you put pressure on the previous page, but couldn’t make out any words. 

Now he was really confused. you had written something for him but then decided to take it back. 

it had to be something awful. you had been avoiding him lately. 

Everytime Peter found himself in a room with you at the tower you found a reason to leave immediately. 

At school you were fine, but when at home alone with no other friends you couldn’t talk to him. 

Peter is starting to think it’s him. He even asked your dad about it but was told to brush it off because, “women.”

If you hated him this much he really needs to know why. 

And what the fuck you said. 

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‘Crisis averted’ you cheered on yourself patting an imaginary hand on your shoulder. 

Coasting into the kitchen riding on an adrenaline high, the folded paper hidden in your sweatpants pocket now felt weightless versus the heavy, crushing weight it left on your chest all day.

Your shoulders slumped, a frown broaching your face. 

“Maybe I should've left it”. You thought, and being a total masochist and wanting to hear it you pulled out your phone and texted MJ

“I should've left it.” 

“Survivors guilt huh” was the immediate response 

You rolled your eyes, in the middle of writing a response her face lights up on your screen a tone blaring from the speaker causing you to jump in panic. 

“Why do we think we should’ve left it” 

You were silent for a moment.

“I had a chance and blew it, now I feel like I can't complain.” 

And at this very moment Peter had tracked you down to the kitchen and was right about to bust the swinging door down in a moment of total confidence and demand an answer when he again overheard you on the phone talking about him. 

“How the fuck will I know how he feels if I never give him a chance you know?” You’re pacing the ground moving your hands across a decorative towel hanging from the oven. 

“Why am i so fucking scared of him all i sudden?” You laugh and move your hand to your face, rubbing your brow bone tears come to your eyes. 

You’re not sad, you’re frustrated. 

Scared? Peter couldn’t stop his mind from replaying every single interaction with you from the past few months. every greeting, every hug, every laugh, every goodbye, every time you walked in the room and saw him and your heart rate would jump and then run from him, every time you avoided him, every time you ignored him.

He remembers the first time it happened.

He remembers when he caught you just standing outside of the training gym. You don’t even train and you didn’t have anything with you but you were just.. there. 

He remembers walking up to you confused and curious as to why you were peeking around the windows and you giving him a deer in headlights look. 

He remembers you darting your eyes away in any direction looking for anything that you could use as a believable reason as to why you would be in this part of the tower. 

He remembers you ran away from him.

What did I do to her? 

“Y/N it’s okay. You’re always gonna have another chance. He practically lives there for god sakes!” MJ tried to give you a pep talk but after listening to your breathing and sniffling for a moment she frowned on her side of the screen. 

“Y/N are you crying?” 

“The kid has me crying over him!” you exclaim, knowing the reason was dumb and a little dramatic...and a little funny. 

“He’s gonna kill me MJ.” you sigh. 

“He’s really going to be the death of me.” You barely whispered it. 

kill her? kill her? like, kill her?! 

After feeding into your existential consciousness you thanked MJ for cheering you up and decided to lay down for a nap because dreading your life choices is exhausting. 

And then you walked into Peter. Literally. 

You came out the door and walked right into the man, he grabbed you to steady you.

“Oh! Careful Y/N!” You grabbed his arms, settling back on your feet. 

You looked into his face for a second.

 His big round eyes, his small curls hanging over his forehead, pink washed over his cheeks and nose, a smile curved at his mouth showing off his grin. 

“this man could ruin me and i’d let him” you think. 

“I don't really know what love is but I'm pretty sure I feel it when I look at you.” You say again to yourself, it’s so easy on the inside.  

“I've got it bad.” you finish it off. 

The thoughts flashed in your mind but all you let out was, “Oops! thanks Peter.” A polite smile and now…

 “CURVE HIM!” You bark. 

Right as you passed him he turned around and spoke up 

“Hey Y/N, what was the note about?” and you swore at that moment your entire body shut down. 

You froze. How did he know? Did he read it and just ignore you? 

You couldn’t turn around to look at him. 

“What note?” It was a fast reply. Not guilty looking at all. 

“The note you took back from my math notebook.” 

You took a deep breath, and swallowed all the spit in your mouth, spinning on your feet. You keep your eyes at the ground, not daring to glance at his face. 

“Did you read it?” You almost whisper. you weren’t ready to handle the rejection, you couldn’t face him and have him pity you. 

“No. I saw you come in, I was on the ceiling doing some tests and heard you on the phone and then you took a paper out.” His voice felt soft. 

If a voice could give you a hug he just did. 

You finally looked at him, and despite what your brain told you it was just Peter. 

Hands in his pockets, a furrowed brow and a small frown. 

He looked you in the eyes and stepped a foot closer. 

“What was the note about y/n?” he asked again, softer. He wanted you to think you were safe. anything was okay. 

You looked at the ground again, you blink back tears and clear your throat. You brush some hair behind your ear and be brave. 

“Would you like to read it?” You whisper. 

His eyebrows raise, “can i?” 

You pull it from your pocket, hands slightly shaking, and give it to him. He goes to unfold the page when you stop him. 

“Don’t!” his eyes shoot to yours. 

“Not here! Not... in front of me.” You explain. 

“You have to promise me you won’t read it until you get home.” You keep your voice steady.

“Okay.” He responds.

“No. Promise me.” It was the strongest your voice was in the whole interaction. 

He nods, and places the paper into his own pocket and taps it. 

“Okay, I promise.” 

You turn and walk away. 

“There's no going back,” your thoughts chant.

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When Peter sees you in the morning it looks like you have a glow he's never really seen before. 

You’re currently talking with a friend pulling books out of your locker laughing and enthusiastically nodding your head.

His path is set to end at you, eager to tell you his thoughts from your note he read last night after he got home because he kept his promise. 

He spent his entire train ride home sitting in his normal spot but shaking his leg and a hand in his pocket fiddling with the corner piece, feeling the paper ware and getting softer under his finger as he flicked it with his pointer finger. 

“Y/N.”

He almost breathed it out. Like the sight of you had him breathless, your hand paused in your backpack totally still in his presence. 

You hadn’t seen him coming. 

Your friend left you, spinning to face Peter who wore a grin bigger than you’ve ever seen before you suddenly remember that he has most definitely now read the note and you refused to speak about it. 

You smiled wide back at him. “Hi Peter, bye Peter!” you swerved around him and didn’t look back to see his entire face shift downward. 

You weren’t ready for the conversation, you saw the amusement on his face. His smile said “oh you poor sweet silly girl” and “why would i ever want you back?” 

Yeah, you could avoid Peter for the rest of your life. 

And you did well all day at school, he did try a few times to give you his pity but you swerved at him each time. 

After you blew him off at your locker you were sitting three rows behind him in chem class and looked up and saw him staring at you, in disgust no doubt, he gave a small wave and you ducked your head back to the worksheet in front of you. 

You managed to escape him after the bell rang for your dismissal and you breathed a little lighter knowing you had the next 3 classes Peter free. 

Until lunch, now you have already come up with a method for getting through lunch with Peter. 

Basically it was to ignore the entire thing and pretended it never happened. 

You never told MJ you actually have him the letter so you didn’t have to worry about her making some suggestive comment to make everything worse. 

You felt Peter's eyes on you the whole lunch. 

First he sat next to you, like butted mjs hip from the chair and stole it from her. Then he spoke with his cherry sweet voice, almost like a sigh “Hey Y/N.” 

You looked at the table and stabbed the cornbread on your lunch tray with a fork.

“Hey Peter.” You mumbled 

“Did you guys see that employee from the Daily Bugle was actually an insider for the Washington Post and came out with this article spilling tea about how uncredible they really are?!” Ned exclaimed in one breath, his hand already had the article pulled up on his phone. 

You smiled for the first time today. 

“Ned! You are a great lunch guest. Please tell me everything and don’t spare any detail. Even if it takes the whole lunch period!” You scooted closer to the table and looked at Peter through the corner of your eye. 

Peter frowned for the first time that day. 

—————-------------------------------------------------

He got you in math though. 

You sat next to him in math so it was hard to believe it wasn’t going to come up. 

You could tell he kept peeking at you but you kept your head as straight as possible on the board not trying to encourage him to break your heart. 

If he can’t speak to you then you can’t deal with the consequences. 

But he has you wrapped around his finger and now he knows.

He knows your heart speeds up when he’s around because you like him. 

He knows how bad you want to kiss him. 

He knows you tap your fingers around him to stop yourself from touching him. 

He knows you only exercise with him so you can look at him. 

He knows that you want to tell him everything. 

He knows your thoughts are always revolving around peter 

He knows you want him to be your boyfriend that you can have and hold and be close with and have all of him. 

He knows because you told him. 

You wrote the letter. You gave him the letter. 

And you are fucking terrified of what he thinks. 

He notices your breathing space, like you can’t quite catch your breath. He knows instantly you're reeling. 

He puts his hand on top of yours on the desk. 

“You okay?” He whispers, looking for anything truly distressing. 

You look at his hand on yours. your whole hand gets a burning sensation, it feels like your entire arm was sunburned and was being smacked with a rubber band. It traveled up to your cheeks, your whole body burning with Peter’s slightest touch.

“Y/N?” He tightens his hold. 

You look at his face for the first time. He knows you're blushing at his touch. He smiles and you know he thinks a joke. 

You pull your hand from under him and nod your head, “i’m okay,” and when your eyes are back on the board you said “thanks” so low only his super hearing could pick up on it. 

He pulls your elbow and grips it hard enough to make sure all your attention is on him. Though you refuse to meet his eyes as he speaks.

“I really want to talk to you, Y/N.”

He wasn’t going to let you out of his grasp until you gave him an answer.

“Not here. At the tower.” 

You knew you lost, you have to accept that Peter has all the upper hand.

He rubbed your elbow with his thumb. 

“I'll see you tonight.” 

He didn’t touch you the rest of the class. 

You wish he did. 

———-----------------------------------------------------

Peter didn’t come until later, he had some spider-man duties and aunt May duties. 

You were trying to waste time knowing he would be showing up at any time. You had to manage to do homework, take a shower, eat a snack and now lay on your bed switching between the same 3 apps. 

You were in the middle of reading a heated debate between strangers on a random topic when the double knock hit your door and a mass of brown curls popped through your door. 

He was wearing your favorite shirt. 

His flannel, you said in your letter how much you loved it on him. 

How you can’t imagine not being able to have your hands all over him in it. 

And he comes in, ready to break your heart in the flannel you love most on him. 

He had to have done it on purpose. 

Peter Parker is cruel. 

“Hey Y/N” his smile was full of teeth, a bigger grin than you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi Peter.” 

You set your phone down, but not closing out of the app knowing this wouldn’t take long. 

“I've never had anyone write a handwritten letter to me.” He looked nervous. He was playing with his fingers. 

You wanted to reach over and hold them. 

“I'm happy my first handwritten letter was a love letter.” he chucked a little. 

Your heart twisted. 

He was laughing at you. 

“Peter, stop.” You looked at him and moved to the edge of the bed, your feet overhanging. 

His eyebrows turned down and his grin dropped a little.

“I already know everything you’re going to say so you can just get it over with.” You went straight to the point and crossed your arms over your chest. 

He took a seat on your desk chair and rolled it closer to you. 

“Okay, tell me what i’m going to say” he copied your pose. His biceps showed more with the sudden fabric tension.

You turned your head at him in confusion. 

He continued, “if you know what i’m going to say tell me so i can see if you're right or not.”

When you didn’t speak after a moment he spoke again.

 “Go on, tell me.” 

You looked around your room inspecting it like you haven’t always lived in it. You make eye contact every once in a while.

“You’re flattered. You didn’t know I have a huge fat crush on you but know it kinda makes a lot of sense. You think i’m a great friend but you could never see yourself with me, you think it’s cute i wrote you a letter and this is something we can laugh about in 10 years.” You purged all your insecurities on him in one go. 

He took it all in and nodded his head slowly just so you knew he was listening, he took a moment to think of his answer tapping his chin for a moment. 

He raised from his chair. 

“You’re right.” 

You deflated in one second. 

“I am flattered, I am surprised, you are a great friend, i think it’s adorable you wrote me a handwritten love letter all about me.” 

He came and squatted in front of you eye level with your hanging head.

Warm hands running up and down your thighs.

“But-“ 

Your head raised to look at him.

“I can definitely see a future with you. I can totally see you bribing me kisses for math answers. I can see myself giving in because I could never turn down a kiss from you. I can totally see us holding hands at every possible moment because they just fit so nicely and yours keep mine warm.” He moved his hand up to yours and intertwined them. 

“I can see me as your boyfriend.” 

He rocked your intertwined hand back and forth, his thumb rubbing across the back of yours. 

“I would love to see myself as your boyfriend.” 

He lowered his head to your arm and kissed it. 

When he came back up he could see that you had started crying a little, he pulled back and pulled your face up, thumbs quick to kill any water lines. 

“What's wrong baby?” His voice came out as a whisper. 

Soft.

 Always so soft for you. 

You mimicked the smile he gave you when he first walked in. 

A small laugh bubbled from your chest. 

“You like me!” you whined

He laughed just the same, his left hand holding the side of your face, his right taking hold on your thigh. 

“I like you!” he copied your tone. 

You leaned your face into his touch.

 Both of you looking at each other for a moment of complete understanding.

 You were both on the same page and it felt so so good. 

“Can I kiss my boyfriend now?” You asked, looking between him and his mouth. 

He lent up and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. It felt like he was a little scared he wasn’t too sure how it would be kissing your friend to girlfriend. 

Holy shit you’re his girlfriend. 

He pulled back and you let out a whine. You started to pull him up the side of your bed by the collar of that damned flannel. 

“Boyfriend?” He followed you up the bed now laying half on top of you being held up by his arms. 

You nodded your head and gave him an mmhmm and pulled him down by the back of the head to give him a bruising kiss that poured all your want into his mouth. 

He opened his mouth and you both fell into a deeper kiss when he pulled away with a pop. 

“I'm really really glad this is happening but does this feel a little weird going from friends yesterday to making out today?” He questioned as you pressed kisses to every place you could reach.

Up his neck, below his ear, across his jawline. 

“Not really,” you kissed his mouth again.

“I've been thinking of you as my boyfriend for a while” you kissed around his face again.

[parkerpeter24]

secret

pairing ➳ peter parker x stark!reader

warnings ➳ SMUT. MINORS DNI i have written it in bold. dom/sub dynamics, fingering, oral (m recieving), nothing else i think.

w.c. ➳ 1.7k

summary ➳ peter is pretty obedient. he follows all orders from mr. stark. but he would break all the rules for you.

posting this before i get busy with assignments and tests and college hahahaha 🥹

(i missed using his gif so much omg)

“say it.” peter demanded, his thumb pressuring your clit, unmoving, “say who you belong to.”

“y-you. i belong to you peter.”

the answer, albeit composed of ragged breath and choked words, seemed to be apt for peter. he leaned down to give a sweet kiss to your forehead, his fingers covering inches of your skin until he dipped two of them inside you. you gasped and moaned, the stretch too good for you to keep your hands in the position he told you to. however, you tried your best because you wanted attention. you wanted to cum.

his fingers moved out of you, just to dive back in. peter played with you like that until you were arching your back to achieve what he’d been denying you for the past thirteen-or-so minutes.

“peter, baby p-please.” you begged, your voice almost cracking as you felt the tips of his fingers brush up against that special spot, “i-i want more.”

peter looked down at you. holding your hands obediently as he said, in all your naked glory, splayed out for him to explore and he found pleasure in the fact that he broke some rules just to be here with you right now.

peter caved, giving you what you needed. his fingers curled, hitting deeper than you thought he could. the repeated motion of his thumb brushing against your clit accompanied by the rhythmic thrusts were enough to push you over the edge. you collapsed against the bed and peter, bedside you. he watched you, eyes closed, taking in deep breaths, your chest rising and falling with each one.

he pulled you closer, an arm around your waist until your bodies were tangled again. you draped a leg around him, a hand up against his cheek, caressing his face gently as you leaned to press your lips together again. it was quick, fervent. nothing at all like the other times you would sneak a kiss during one of your missions together or in the lab while working on a prototype for your dad.

“your turn.” you mumbled against his lips as you quickly straddled his hips, leaning down to press a series of kisses along his jaw, down his neck, biting gently at his protruding collarbone, pulling out a hiss from your “secret boyfriend” as you called him.

peter mumbled a soft please as you travelled down his body, tracing your fingers over to where he probably needed you the most. he gasped and your hands worked on the button on his jeans. your lips trailed down his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses over his skin, paying special attention to his sensitive nipples and your lips wrapped around one.

“(y/n), s-stop teasing.”

“shhh, baby. i’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” a giggle escapes you as you quickly move down, placing kisses here and there along his taut abdomen.

you pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time, his cock springing out, hard and red because of all the teasing. peter kicked away the fabrics before they reached his ankles and you chuckled at his excitement.

adjusting yourself between his thighs, you placed butterfly kisses over his v-line, watching as he got more impatient. deciding to not torture him further, you moved to wrap your lips around his tip. the groan that escaped peter was enough to send another wave of arousal through your own core. soon, you were bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him as you could.

“f-fuck, baby, just like that.” peter wheezed, arching his back now as he almost reached ecstasy, “don’t stop.” he pleaded.

you hummed against him, the vibrations being last push for peter as he came undone, biting his lip as you milked him of all he had to give.

the two of you laid down together after your– what you two called– “secret rendezvous”, peter’s hand running up and down the length of your arm as your back pressed against his chest.

you were at the brink of sleep when peter’s soft voice pulled you back to consciousness, “do you think they know?”

“hmm?”

“about us?” peter clarified, “do you think they know about us?”

“do we care?” you turned your neck to look at him, placing a soft kiss over his lips. he gave you a little smile.

“i mean, your dad was pretty clear that he’s against us dating.”

you turned around, giving him all your attention, as you slid your arm over his shoulder and your hand in his hair, playing with the outgrown curls. you were so happy that peter decided to grow out his hair, he looked like prince charming, “if you’re worried about him then-”

“no. no. i don’t think he should be able to decide what we want. we’re both adults after all.” peter said, brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear. you nestled closer to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and as you fell asleep, peter was left with his thoughts and his thoughts took him to the day you two first met.

“meet my daughter. no more questions.” mr stark said. it was the first day peter actually started being an employee more than a backup call and his mentor had invited him over to work in the lab with himself and doctor bruce. what he failed to mention, however, was the fact that you’d also be there.

you with your messy yet tidy bun, your neatly pressed lacoat, the glass sitting at the rim of your nose. everything about you screamed professionalism. you extended your hand out for him to shake, “(y/n).”

he watched you for a few seconds, quickly reaching for your hand before it got awkward, “uh, peter.”

““uh peter”, huh?” you teased, smiling at him and peter thought he lost the ability to speak for a moment as he racked his brain and throat to coordinate.

“it’s just peter.” he found himself smiling a little nervously as he said.

“i was only kidding.” you waved a hand dismissal. peter and you talked for a while, getting to know each other. you found out he was in his senior year at midtown high.

“oh, i have a friend there!”

“really?”

“yeah, harry osborn.”

“oh, i know him. he’s my friend too.” peter gave you a grin, watching as you turned the screw on one of the blasters of your father’s suit.

“alright! less talking, more working.” tony interrupted, “no chit-chat allowed in my lab.”

“yes, mr. stark.” peter nodded, obeying him immediately as he watched you work carefully.

“don’t worry about him, i’ll just slip some sleeping pills in his next dose of coffee.” you gave him a wink.

“please tell me you’re joking again.” peter swallowed a laugh that threatened to escape past his lips.

“you’ll eventually find out.” you shrugged.

it turned out that you didn’t end up mixing anything in his coffee because as soon as you left the lab, tony was at his throat, lecturing him about not getting too attached as he’d only introduced you so that you two could accompany each other on further missions. he wished you had slipped some sleeping pills in his coffee.

the next memory that occupied peter’s thoughts was the first mission you two went together on.

“it’s important information.” you mumbled into the communication device that was placed firmly in your ear.

“it’s not more important than your life!” your dad’s voice, raw and angry sounded through the device and you rolled your eyes, appreciating and hating his concern at the same time.

you and peter were in a mafia base. the guys were selling high-tech weapons which were a combination of vibranium, powered by alien tools which were probably lost after the new york battle of 2012 and fell into the wrong hands.

peter was probably still busy fighting off a bunch of big bad guys. your eyes were darting back and forth between the computer screen and the doorway as you watched the data transfer into your pendrive.

“peter, where are you?!” your dad asked, stealing words out of your mouth.

peter’s voice, breathless and painful, rang through your ears, “i’m good! a little bruised but good.” you could tell he was still walking, trying to find out where you were.

“stay put.”

“mr. stark, i-”

“i said stay put.”

it was a few seconds later that commotion was heard from over your end.

“(y/n)? is everything okay?” peter was the first to ask as his concerned voice fell in your ears.

“yeah. i have it under control.” you said, though it didn’t sound like that to peter.

“wait there. i’m going to come find you.” peter hurried, rushing through the dimly lit room he was in, to find you in the evil lair.

“peter! i told you to stay put. i’m on my way.” mr stark sounded angry but the brunette didn’t care this time. in fact, he couldn’t care less. peter couldn’t just sit and wait for him to come find you. he had to go and help you.

“i’m sorry mr. stark. i have to find her.”

peter watched your face, a solemn expression covering your features as you slept peacefully. he pressed his lips onto your forehead, remembering all the events you two had been through that led you here, to this moment.

there was no denying you both had felt the spark right at the beginning but going behind everyone’s back, hiding it all from the whole world, even his friends, even may, all the sneaking in through windows– which was a little easier for peter, considering his alter ego– was starting to feel like an obstruction in your freedom.

peter probably broke all rules when it came to you and your safety. maybe he was smitten, like ned had told him once. maybe he would keep loving you forever even if your father forbade it his whole life.

whatever this “secret situation” of you two would lead to, peter was sure everything would be alright as long as you two were together. but for now peter let sleep take over him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[marvelsswansong]

Thunderstorm

Summary: Peter and you hate each other and can never seem to get along, much to the dismay of your father, Tony Stark. That is, until one stormy night and your fear of thunder changes everything.

Tags: enemies to lovers, super cliche, FLUFFY AS FUCK, stark!reader, shit ton of cuddling.

“Peter, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Peter.”

You eyed the boy in front of you with great disinterest, the burning feeling of jealousy causing your stomach to recoil. So this was the boy that your father wouldn’t stop talking about. The boy who your father seemed to be obsessed with, and at times, care more about than you- his own daughter. Whatever you did, whatever you said, it was always followed up with “Peter this” or “Peter that”. And honestly, despite the fact that you knew nothing about him, you hated him.

You hated it and you hated him.

So though this was your first time actually being introduced to the teenager, you didn’t even bother to smile or extend your hand out for a friendly handshake. Instead, you stood your ground and muttered a disinterested hello. Peter seemed to sense your disapproval and meekly nodded, his eyes not staring into yours but instead at the floor. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly uncomfortable, causing Tony to perk up and start talking.

“Right, so um… (Y/n), you know about the mission you have this week-”

That caught your attention.

“What about it?” you asked, your tone accusatory. Your father sighed before placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I think that it’d be a great idea if you went with Peter.”

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Stolen Moments

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone

Masterlist

“Can you hand me a screwdriver?”

“What size?” You asked as you riffled through the open tool kit on the table.

“The one with the red handle.”

“The one with the red handle please?”

“No. Just the one with the red handle.” Peter said seriously before cracking a smile.

“Haha. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you passed him the screwdriver.

“I know. You’re so lucky you get a boyfriend as funny as I am. Some girls boyfriends are really annoying.” Peter teased you as he screwed a tiny screw into his web-shooter.

“I know. I’m one of those girls.” You replied, making Peters jaw drop.

“Shut up. You love me.”

“You’re okay.” You shrugged with a playful smile as you wrapped your arm around his.

“You’re okay too, lover”. Peter smiled at you as he started to lean in. Right before you lips could connect, you heard the sound of your dads whistling. You and Peter jumped apart just as Tony came into the lab.

“Hi dad. Peter and I were just fixing his webshooters.” You said in an attempt to act causal. You and Peter exchanged a nervous look, both hoping Tony didn’t see what you had been doing.

“I was fixing my webshooters. Y/n was busy eating wheat thins and chewing loudly in my ear.” Peter said as he nodded towards your half eaten box of wheat thins.

“Parker, don’t insult the volume of my daughters chewing.” Tony scoffed before turning to you. “Honey, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks daddy.” You smiled as Tony kissed the side of your head.

“Thanks daddy.” Peter said in a mocking tone. You shared another look and you playfully nudged him.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t keep my beloved daughter too long, cobwebs. She and I have a smoothie date later.”

“I won’t.” Peter assured your dad.

“Bye dad.”

“Bye kiddo.” Tony waved as he walked out of the lab. Once you and Peter were alone again, you scooted your chair closer and rested your chin in your hands.

“Do you think he knows about us?“ Peter asked as he moved some hair away from your face.

“No. We’re way too careful.” You shook your head. Peter looked at you for a minute before going back to screwing together his web shooters.

“Maybe we should tell him.” Peter suggested without looking at you.

“About us?”

“Yeah. We’ve been together for 8 months. Maybe it’s time he knows.” Peter said as he nervously looked at you for your reaction.

“He can’t know, Pete. He’s been very clear that he’s against anyone in the tower dating.” You sighed as you put your hand on top of Peters. Peter frowned a little and flipped his hand so he could hold yours.

“I know.” Peter said quietly. “But maybe he’d be okay with it if he knew how much we love each other.”

“Wait, you love me? I thought we were just really good friends?” You played dumb as you tilted your head to the side. You could tell it upset Peter that you didn’t want to tell your dad and you wanted to cheer him up.

“Really good friends who sleep in the same bed and make out and stuff?” Peter humored you as he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles.

“Exactly. I do that with all my closest friends.” You shrugged as you leaned closer to Peter.

“Uh huh. I’m sure.” Peter smiled he closed the gap between you. You kissed each other sweetly in the quiet sanctity of the lab without worrying about anyone walking it. When you pulled away, Peter rubbed his nose against yours before kissing it.

“Hey, speaking of our 8 months. I got you something.” He said as he went to get something out of his pocket.

“You did?“

“Yeah. Turn around.” Peter instructed and you complied. You felt him lift your hair and place a necklace around your neck. You looked down and saw a delicate “P” engraved on a silver circle.

“Aw. P as in Proy?” You asked as you turned around to face him again.

“What?” Peter frowned.

“Never mind. Bad joke. Really hilarious joke actually, but it went over your head.” You shrugged, making Peter crack a smile.

“It’s a P for Peter. I sold all my action figures to buy it. Well, almost all of them. I know you said you like little pendants like that. Plus, it’s a reference to that Taylor Swift song you like.”

“Are you pretending not to remember what the song is called because you don’t want to admit you’re a bigger Taylor Swift fan than me?” You raised an eyebrow.

“She wrote “I want to wear his initial on a chain around my neck not because he owns me, but because he really knows me” and expected us to be okay? How does she even come up with that?“

“I don’t know, Petey. I don’t know.” You sighed, having heard this rant from him many times before.

“Walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to. Who writes that? Oh my God. I need to stop before I get too crazy.” Peter waved his hand. ‘Anyway, I wanted you to have this because I feel like I really know you. Better than I know anyone.”

“You do know me better then anyone.” You smiled and cupped his face to bring him into another kiss. When you pulled apart, Peter smiled shyly and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, sweetness. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.” Peter said as he rubbed your knee.

“As I said before, you’re okay.” You teased, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m more than okay. I’m a great boyfriend. I haven’t even said anything about the fact that you didn’t get me anything for our 8 month anniversary. But I don’t care, because just getting to be with you is the real gift. I don’t need anything else.” Peters said as he dramatically shrugged his shoulders.

“Aw. I was gonna let you hit it from the back as an anniversary gift, but if you don’t need anything, I guess I don’t have to.” You smiled sweetly and patted his cheek before going back to your work.

“What’s that now?” Peters perked up.

“Nothing. Thanks for the necklace, lover. I love it. And I love you more.” You kissed his cheek before kissing the rest of his face.

The next day, you and Peter took a break from working and walked to the local coffee shop. You had your arm wrapped around Peters arm as you walked down the sidewalk, not having to worry about your dad catching you.

“You can go ahead and order. I have to use the bathroom.” You told Peter once you got inside. When you got out of the bathroom, you saw Peter talking to the barista.

“There she is.” He smiled and pointed you out to the barista.

“Do you guys know each other?” You wondered as you walked up to the counter.

“No. He just walked up to me and said “wait until you see how pretty my girlfriend looks” and then told me you were in the bathroom”. The cashier said, sounding unamused.

“Peter.” You laughed and playfully hit his arm.

“What? You look really pretty today.” He defended himself. You rolled your eyes at him before ordering your drink. Peter tried to pay for you but you pushed his card away.

“Stop it. You’re not paying.” You told him and tried to swipe your credit card.

“Yes I am. I’m your boyfriend.” Peter insisted and pushed your card out of the way.

“And I’m the daughter of a billionaire.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.” Peter repeated and swiped his card. You couldn’t help but smile and let him pay for you. You had more money than you could ever need and Peter struggled to make ends meet, but he insisted on paying for you every time.

You got your coffees and sat down at a booth near the window. You held hands across the table as you talked about every little thing on your mind. Your soft smile dropped suddenly and you yanked your hand out of Peters.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Peter frowned in disappointment at the loss of contact.

“My dad is here.” You whispered and pointed behind Peter.

“Your dad?” Peter asked just as Tony approached the table.

“Hello child. Surrogate child.” Tony greeted as he looked between the two of you. “What are you two doing here?“

“Just taking a little coffee break. What about you?” You asked as you tucked your necklace into your shirt.

“Same. And you know how I get when I’m craving scones. It’s not just a craving. It’s a dire need.” Tony said as he held up a little bag with a scone inside.

“Right. Well I’ll see you at home.” You said, hoping to get rid of him.

“Actually, I think I’ll join you. What are the earths youngest hero’s up to lately?” Tony asked as he slid into the booth beside you. You gave Peter apologetic smile for your dad crashing your date before answering his question.

“Not much. Right Peter?”

“Not much.” Peter nodded too many times.

“You know, I think you two need to get some boyfriends. That’ll give you something to do.” Tony suggested.

“I don’t want a boyfriend.” You laughed nervously and made panicked eye contact with Peter.

“Neither do I. I’m not gay.” Peter laughed as well, thinking Tony was joking.

“You’re not?” Tony asked in a fully serious tone.

“No, daddy. He’s not.” You said quietly.

“Really?” Tony asked in surprise.

“Dad.” You said warningly.

“What? I just assumed ever since I caught him reenacting the 1989 tour in his bedroom in a sparkly jacket and sunglasses.”

“Fair enough.” Peter mumbled.

You stayed at the coffee shop for another forty minutes before heading back to the tower. Your dad walked in front as you and Peter walked behind him. You could tell Peter was still disappointed about your date being crashed so you slipped your hand into his and squeezed three times. Peter immediately smiled and squeezed your hand back.

The next day, you were eating cereal in the kitchen when Tony came in with a towel around his neck and a hot pink sweatband around his head.

“Hey honey.” Tony greeted and kissed the side of your head.

“Hi daddy. Did you just workout?”

“I did. I heard a vicious rumor that Dr. Banner was in the running for People magazines Sexiest man alive this year and I simply couldn’t be upstaged.”

“Right.” You chuckled and went back to your cereal.

“Hm.” Tony frowned suddenly.

“What?”

“What’s that necklace?” Tony wondered as he pointed to the “p” necklace around your neck.

“Huh? What necklace?” You laughed nervously and tucked it into your shirt.

“The “p” around your neck. Where did you get that?”

“Don’t you remember? You got it for me.” You lied.

“No I didn’t. I’ve never seen that before. And I only buy you real jewelry. That looks like you got it at Claire’s. Is someone who isn’t me buying my precious daughter jewelry?”

“What?” You laughed nervously. “No. Who would be buying me jewelry? Certainly not a gentleman caller. What are you even asking me? Who is Claire?”

“Are you okay, honey?” Tony eyed you skeptically. “You’re acting a little stranger than usual. It’s not, uh, a feminine issue, is it?”

“A feminine issue?”

“You know. Not an exclamation mark but not quite a question mark.” Tony said with an uneasy smile, making you catch onto what he was implying.

“Oh. No, I’m not on my-“ You cut yourself off when you realized it would probably be easier just to lie.

“Yeah. I am. Sorry. I’ll be more normal.”

“It’s okay. Nothing to apologize for. Sorry I asked.” Tony said with an apologetic smile. He excused himself and left the room before things could get even worse.

A few hours later, Tony came into your room with a heating pad and a Kit Kat. You looked at him curiously as he placed them on your bed.

“Here. For your exclamation mark.” He said with a sheepish smile.

“Thanks.” You awkwardly picked up the stuff and placed the heating pad on your lap.

“Good luck with, um, all of that.” Tony said as he gestured to you. He started to leave your room but you called out to him.

“Hey dad?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What do you think of Peter?” You asked as you pulled the wrapper off of the Kit Kat.

“What do I think of him?”

“Yeah. Thoughts? Opinions? Observations you’ve made?” You shrugged as you broke the Kit Kat in two and handed him half.

“I think he’s great.” Tony shrugged.

“So do I.” You smiled in relief.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. And you know, if he weren’t a superhero, I think you two were make a terrific couple.” Tony said, making your heart stop momentarily.

“What does him being a superhero have to do with it?”

“Being a superhero means he’s unreliable. It means he will make promises he won’t keep. I’ve left your mother waiting by the phone too many times to let you make the same mistakes. I don’t want my daughter spending the rest of her life waiting for someone who isn’t coming home. A man with a job like ours will never make you happy. He might make you happy now, sure. But in ten years from now when you’re sitting alone at your child’s birthday party because your husband is off saving the world and your child is crying because their father didn’t build the toy he promised you he would make time to build, you won’t be happy. You’ll be resentful. Plus, you have me as your dad. You don’t need a superhero boyfriend to worry about too.”

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “I know that.”

“Why do you ask?” Tony wondered.

“No reason.” You replied without looking up at him. Tony nodded sympathetically, understanding that something was on your mind but you weren’t ready to talk about it yet.

“I trust you. I trust you’ll make the right decisions.” He said, making your guilt grow.

“Thanks, daddy.” You looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“No problem, honey.”

A few days later, Peter and Tony prepared to go on a mission together. It was low stakes enough that it only required the two of them to go. You were a little nervous about Peter spending so much alone time with your dad since he didn’t have the best track record with keeping secrets, but you decided to trust him.

“Hi baby girl. Your dad and I are heading out soon. I came to say goodbye.” Peter said as he came into your room. He took one step towards you just at Tony came into the room. He immediately stopped and nervously eyed your dad.

“Parker. We’re late. We gotta go.” Tony said as he knocked on the doorframe.

“Coming Mr. Stark.” Peter said quickly.

“Bye honey.” Tony said as he pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek.

“Bye dad.”

“Goodbye Y/n.” Peter said from the doorframe, giving you an apologetic smile for not being able to say a proper goodbye.

“Bye Peter.” You said quietly as your eyes lingered on him. It was a low stakes mission, but there was always a chance of something going wrong. You hated that you weren’t able to kiss him goodbye. He and Tony left the room without another word and you let out a disappointed sigh.

“Shoot. I forgot my web cartridges. I’ll be right back.” Peter told Tony before running back to the tower. He immediately ran to your room and stood in your doorway.

“Did you really think I’d leave without kissing you goodbye?” He asked with a suave smile. You broke into a relived smile and ran into his arms. He caught you and immediately kissed you as he lifted you off the ground.

“Go on your mission. Be safe.” You said as you rubbed your nose against his.

“I will. I love you.“ Peter said before kissing your nose.

“I love you too.” You kissed him one last time before sending him on his way.

Six days later, you got a text from Tony that he and Peter would be home within the hour. You found it strange that Peter didn’t text you himself, but you were just excited they were back. Once you got an alert from FRIDAY that Tony and Peter entered the building, you ran to the front room. A couple other Avengers wandering in to greet them as you excitedly bounced on your heels. As soon as they came into the room, the mood changed drastically. Peter was in his Spiderman suit without his mask on. He wore a devastated look on his face clouded by bruises and serval cuts. Tony looked just as defeated with a bandaged cut going across his eyebrow.

“What happened?” You were the first to speak once the stunned silence in the room settled. Tony sighed a little and looked over at Peter, who’s bottom lip was beginning to tremble.

“Guys? Are you okay? How did the mission go?” Natasha asked, her heavy with concern. Both men stayed silent, making your panic grow.

“Peter?” You asked, assuming he would tell you. Peter said nothing as he shook his head and visibly fought back tears.

“Dad?” You asked, a little annoyed with the way they were keeping the suspense in the air.

“We, uh, we did not complete the mission.” Tony said quietly. You were too busy staring at your dad to notice that Peter had started to cry. He looked down and rubbed his eyes as tears streamed down his face. You immediately took a step towards Peter, then stopped yourself. Peter could feel everyone staring at him and felt his face blush in embarrassment. He looked around the room before his eyes landed on you, tears still running down his face. Your eyes flicked to your dad and you decided that in that moment, you cared more about comforting Peter than keeping your secret. You ran to Peter and enveloped him in a hug. He immediately wrapped his arms around your body and buried his face in your neck as he cried.

“Shhh. It’s okay. Don’t cry. I got you. It’s okay.” You said quietly in his ear as you stroked his hair.

“I failed. I failed the mission.” Peter sniffled as he hugged your tighter.

“You didn’t fail. You just didn’t succeed this time. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“It’s not okay. I messed up. Mr. Stark trusted me and I messed up.”

“We’ve all messed up. You’re not the first person to fail a mission. And you won’t be that last.” You told him as you picked his head up and wiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“I just feel like an idiot.” Peter croaked out.

“Well you’re not an idiot. I wouldn’t be dating you if you were an idiot.” You told him as you rubbed your nose against his. The other Avengers in the room exchanged looks before focusing their attention back on you and Peter. You pulled Peters head down and pressed a long kiss to his forehead before kissing both his cheeks where his cuts were. Peter relished in the comfort for a second before remembering you weren’t alone.

“What are you doing?” He whispered and nodded towards your dad.

“I don’t care. My boyfriend is hurt and I’m gonna comfort him. I don’t care who sees.” You told Peter as as you stoked his cheek with your thumb. Peter gave you a grateful smile and leaned into your palm. You returned the smile for just a second until you heard Tony loudly clear his throat. You jumped a little before stepping in front of Peter and facing Tony. Peter looked at you with fear in his eyes but you slipped your hand into his and squeezed it to reassure him.

“Dad, I know what you’re gonna say. But before you do-“

“I’m not mad.” Tony said after being silent for the past few minutes.

“You’re not?”

“I’m not thrilled, and I wish you would’ve told me sooner, but I’m not mad.” Tony repeated with a small shrug. You and Peter exchanged a confused look before looking back at Tony.

“I thought you said relationships between anyone in the tower were forbidden?” You pointed out as you wrapped your arm around Peters.

“I did. But that was mostly to put an end to whatever gross thing Nat and Bruce have going on. No one’s playing hide the zucchini on my watch.” Tony said as he wagged a finger at Natasha and Bruce.

“I’ve said nothing.” Bruce pointed out.

“But the other day when we were talking, you said-“

“I know what I said.” Tony cut you off. “I know I told you never to date a superhero. But you’re not dating a superhero. You’re dating Peter.”

“Ouch.” Peter mumbled.

“What do you mean?” You wondered. Tony looked at you for a minute before his eyes drifted to look at how you were holding Peters arm.

“I remember when I adopted you. The people at the foster home told me your mother had abandoned you. They told me she had let you sleep in her bed with her and waited until you fell asleep.” Tony said in a wavering voice before sucking in a sharp breath. Your eyes slowly fell to the floor as you tightened your grip on Peters arm.

“Then she left you.” Tony laughed sadly. “She left you behind. She left a beautiful baby girl who was barely fours years old behind in a cold house. They told me you had stayed in the house for three days before a neighbor found you. Apparently you had never left your moms bed.”

“I was waiting for her to come back.” You said quietly.

“I bet you were.” Tony nodded. “I remember being so angry at that woman for abandoning you like that. I signed the adoption papers within an hour of knowing you. And when I brought you home that night, I let you sleep in my bed. You clung to my arm all night, as if you were afraid I’d leave you too. I promised you that night I would do anything to protect you. I promised to make the world safer for you.”

“Daddy.” You smiled sadly and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. Tony gave you a fond smile before looking at Peter. Peter stood up straighter and looked directly at Tony.

“Peter, I see how hard you work. I watched you give this mission your all until you had nothing left to give. The same thing you give to every mission. So no, I’m not mad. If there are two people willing to risk their lives so that the world is safer for my daughter, then I’m not mad about that.”

You and Peter looked at each other and let out relived sighs. You kissed Peters cheek before running into Tony’s arms and hugging him.

“Thank you, daddy. Your opinion means everything to me.” You said as he rubbed circled into your back. Tony let you go and kept one hand on your back and extended his other hand towards Peter.

“Peter?”

“Yes sir?” Peter said eagerly.

“You have my blessing.” Tony said with a proud smile. Peter broke into a smile of his own before shaking Tony’s hand.

“Thank you, sir. I love her. You won’t regret this.” Peter said as he shook Tony’s hand.

“Yeah. I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“Just because I’m curious, can the people who already knew they were together raise their hands?” Natasha asked. She, along with Bruce, Steve, and Carol raised their hands.

“Okay, in my defense, I don’t pay much attention to things that aren’t me.” Tony shrugged before looking at Peter again.

“Take care of my baby girl, okay? Take care of her when I can’t.”

“I will.” Peter promised. “Don’t worry. I will.”

The next morning, you and Tony were cooking in the kitchen when Peter walked in. He yawned and rubbed his tired eyes before giving you a sleepy smile. You returned the smile and blew him a kiss. Peter looked at you for a second and then looked at your dad as if he was silently asking for permission.

“Go ahead.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes. “Kiss her good morning. You should do that every chance you get.”

Peter smiled excitedly and practically ran over to you to kiss you good morning. He cupped your face to kiss you before kissing both your cheeks. The rest of the Avengers shared looks as they sipped their coffee but said nothing. You went back to cooking and Peter wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You piled some pancakes on a plate as Peter kissed your cheek again.

“Peter. Not in front of my dad.” You playfully warned him.

“It’s okay, honey. I’m okay with this. Peter has my blessing.” Tony said as he looked around at all the Avengers at the table to let them know he was really okay.

“See? I have his blessing. I can kiss you anytime I want now.” Peter said before kissing your cheek again. Tony looked at the two of you with a smile until he noticed something on your neck.

“Hold up.” Tony stopped the two of you and looked at you curiously.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“What’s that on your neck?” Tony asked as he moved your hair back to reveal a deep purple mark on your neck. You gulped a little and quickly slapped your hand over your neck to cover it up.

“Nothing.” You said quickly. “Nothings on my neck.”

“Is that a hickey?” Tony asked sternly as he put his hands on his hips. The Avengers exchanged looks again and held back their laughter. You stepped in front of Peter to protect him from your dad as the two of you backed away.

“Are you two doing it?” Tony asked through gritted teeth.

“I mean, not at this current moment in time.” Peter said, making you smack his arm. Tony bent forwards and sucked in a sharp breath before snapping back up.

“Dad, before you freak out-“

“Banned.” Tony bellowed.

“W-what?” Peter stammered.

“Banned. Banned from the kitchen. Banned from the tower. Banned from this entire block. Banned from this concrete jungle where dreams are made of.”

“But you said he had your blessing.” You reminded your dad.

“Give me back my goddamn blessing right now you son of a bitch.” Tony snapped. “And then get the hell out of this tower. You are not to go anyway near my daughter ever again.”

“But daddy I love him!” You protested before looking at Peter.

“I’ve always wanted to say that.” You chuckled before getting serious again.

“Mr. Stark, if I may-“

“That’s Mr. Stark to you.” Tony cut him off.

“Mr. Stark, if I may, you and I have been on a mission for the last six days. We wouldn’t have had time to do it. That mark on her neck is from her curling iron.”

“Really?” Tony looked at you skeptically.

“Really.” You nodded. “I did it this morning before I came down.”

“All right. The ban is lifted. All is well. Who wants pancakes?” Tony’s mood changed back to happy as he brought the plate of pancakes over to the table. You and Peter looked at each other before going to the table. He pulled your hair out of you and you smiled gratefully.

“Good thinking back there. I never would’ve thought to say it was the curling iron.” You leaned over and whispered in Peters ear while everyone around the table talked.

“Thanks.” Peter whispered back. “Now let’s hurry up and get out of here before he realizes your hair isn’t curled today.”

[petrparkrslut]

secrets

summary: you and peter are still in your honeymoon phase, and can’t get enough of eachother. although, having to keep it a secret from your dad and the rest of the avengers makes that nearly impossible. 

requests always open

pairings: peter parker x stark!reader

w: some fluff

wc: 3.2k

Three taps on your window snap you out of your trance. You smile immediately at the familiar silhouette outside the glass, and run over to let him in. It’s become a routine over the past few months for Peter to sneak into your room after leaving your house not long before. He’s in your home an awful lot, but not with you. Usually, when hes here during the day, hes training with the other avengers or your dad. Night time is when you two can finally be alone. 

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

mcu peter parker x stark reader with prompts 13 and 40 i feel like that could be so cute

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” + one of us is clearly smarter than the other

** keep sending request with this list here the 100 different kisses prompt list here

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''Where are you going?'' Tony raised an eyebrow, seeing you heading to the elevator. 

''Out. Peter and I are going to this double-feature screening of Star Wars,'' you explained.

You weren’t really into Star Wars, but Peter loved it - he had themed bed sheets and a couple of tee shirts -, so you got tickets and made it a date. It wasn’t much, but Peter was really excited when you showed him the tickets. 

The smallest things made him happy. 

As if on cue, the elevator ding-ed and the doors opened, revealing Peter. He walked out and began ranting. ''I’m late, I know. I’m really really sorry. I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted to wear and I was half way to the tower when May called me saying she forgot her keys at home. I had to go back and give her mine and- Mr. Stark. Hi.'' 

Tony turned his head in the new incomer’s direction. ''Underoos.'' 

You groaned, knowing what was going to happen. 

Why did Peter have to come up? You told him to wait in the lobby for this specific reason. Now, your dad was going to ask him a bunch of questions. 

''So, you’re taking my daughter out tonight?'' 

''Actually, Mr. Stark, Y/N is the one who planned this date.''

Tony hummed. ''Where are the two of you going? Will it be a public place?''

''Dad...'' 

He was not smooth at all with his questions. Even a ten-year-old would catch on that he was not-so-subtly make sure you and Peter wouldn’t sneak somewhere to have sex. As if you needed to do that to have sex. 

''I’m just making sure I know where you are in case we need Peter for an emergency mission-''

''Dad. Can you please stop with all the questions and the bullshit? Peter and I are gonna miss the movie.''

On the wall of the lounge, the large clock showed a quarter to six. The first movie was starting in twenty minutes.

Peter glanced in your direction, then back to Tony. ''If you don’t mind, Mr. Stark, I’m gonna go, because I have a date.''

''Yeah, you do that. Don’t make my daughter wait.'' Then, he gave him a warning look. ''You two better be back by 10.''

''It’s Friday night-''

''I said 10!''

After the double-feature, you and Peter walked back to the tower, as promised. There was ten minutes left before your curfew, so you pulled Peter to a quiet spot by the tower and kissed him. His lips tasted of the cherry slushie and the popcorn you had during the movies. 

After listening to him whisper to you about nerdy shit all night, you were really turned on. 

Peter’s right hand moved to the back of your head, and his left hand slipped around your lower back. He explored your mouth patiently, as if he planned on keeping you in this empty corner for the rest of the night. You summoned every last bits of willpower you could find in order to keep yourself from wrapping your arms and legs around him.   

Breaking from his mouth, you fisted his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. ''If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.''

Peter raised his eyebrows. ''To bed? After that threatening look your dad gave me, I’m not sure I want to sneak in tonight.''

A grin curled on your lips, about to reveal to him your plan. ''Ever heard of this thing called a lock? F.R.I.D.A.Y. can’t do anything about manual locks. Think smarter, not harder.''

[tomhollandfics-deactivated20250]

Enemies To Lovers

* = smut

* Breaking Curfew (Series) - @wazzupmrstark

when you got the job to be a counsellor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life - you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer

* We're Only Kidding Ourselves (Series) - @wazzupmrstark

you work as a production assistant for the spider-man: far from home crew, or rather as tom holland’s handler - the two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other

Bandaid - @badhollandfluff

“at some point, you just pull off the band bid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved"

* Truth Or Dare - @moorehollandplz

when the fearless tom holland chooses truth, haz asks him a question he doesn’t want to answer. but, as the rules of the game state… he must answer or suffer the consequences

* Good Girl Gone Bad - @peter-parcoeur

frat tom at a christmas party and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him - throughout the night, he slowly wins her over...

* Shared Office - @sunflowertomholland

you and tom share an office at the firm you work for, one problem: you hate each other - one night when working late things simply...happen

The Right Decision - @tomthesoftie

you and tom grew up together but always as enemies - nothing more, nothing less - as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature - you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally...which will you choose?

Admitting (Series) - @tomthesoftie

tom falls for the girl that he despises and that despises him, but he won’t admit it, to himself or her

The Right Person - @softspideys

when your ex shows up to the same party as you, you ask tom to be your boyfriend for five minutes

* The Fame Game (Series) - @duskholland

there’s just something about tom holland that makes your blood boil, you can’t stand him, and your feud has burned hard and bright for three years - everything changes following an explosive evening at the oscars, when a questionable encounter with the paparazzi lands you in some hot water with pr

Ryukin Goldfish - @honeymoonlover-moved

whenever you get stressed, you like to stop by the local pet store and look at the fishes, however, tonight you run into a familiar face you don’t quite get along with

* Cabin Confessions - @t-lostinworlds

it’s night time, the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, cue a thunderstorm where you have no choice but to find shelter in this old cabin in the woods - it’s a horror movie just waiting to happen, what could possibly make things worse? oh, experiencing all that with the person who you hate just as much as he hates you…but is that really a bad thing?

Call Me Your Hero - @mcumendes

tom hates you and you hate tom, but what happens when you need help and tom is the only one who can save you?

Isn't This Cliche? (Series) - @starsholland

when tom holland suddenly chooses you as his date for a red carpet event, your life gets thrown upside down - now, you have to deal with a fake relationship, lies, hatred, and totally confusing feelings and on top of all that, tom holland is the most frustrating boy you had ever met

* Need To Know - @spidernerdsblog

people can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know

* Perfidy (Series) - @peeterparkr

tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young - when one of your friends challenged you to break tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you - old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies

Off Limits - @hufflepuffhollander

as harrison osterfield’s younger sister, you’d always just seen his best friend tom as an annoying older brother - until, one day, you didn’t

Everything About You - @you-aremy-sunshine

you and tom have been enemies since the day you met. always fighting and bickering, ruining each other’s mood - until you just happen to be in new york at the same time in the same place

The Wedding Planner - @sourpeter

you hate weddings, but obviously can’t turn down your best friend when she asks you to plan hers - all you have to do is make sure things run smoothly, and get along with the best man, seems easy - until you realize the best man isn’t the stranger you thought he’d be

Tell-Tale Heart - @tinyyoungblood

you’ve fallen in love with the crown prince you’re supposed to assassinate

Water & Oil - @xoluvx

water doesn’t mix with oil - that’s just science, you don’t get along with tom, those are just facts

* Hate You - @xoluvx

“you’re such an asshole,” you exhaled feeling his lips on your collarbone

Thunderstorms and Rides Home - @starsholland

you are toms assistant - one day your ride home bails so you have to walk home while there’s a huge storm but tom stops and gives you a ride home

* Golf Groupie - @blindingdutchy

the last thing tom holland needs is to have his massive ego stroked, but when you lose a bet and are forced to play the role of his biggest fan... maybe his cockiness isn't always so bad

Please Don't Go - @marvel-sluts

you worked with tom on set and ever since the first day he hated you - one day he overhears a phone call between you and your dad, making him feel horrible for how he treated you

Who's Loving You - @tommydarlings

you and tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?

This Can't Be - @idy-ll-ique

y/n and tom are in a new movie together but they don't really get along - tm calls her a fatty, so she tries to lose weight by starving herself, after she ends up in the hospital, they make amends

Save Your Tears (Ongoing Series)- @screamholland

getting lost in italy sounds like a dream, but not when it’s with an actor who you think could be the worst person to be stuck with all night in a foreign country - will pulling an all nighter in venice and ending up in rome for an escape be able to help you make amends?

The Boy Next Door - @tomhollanders2013

you’ve hated your neighbor tom your whole life, but is it possible for one night to change everything?

Toothpaste - @spideymood

ever since he saw you, he knew you were special - unfortunately, you hated his guts

* Seeing Red - @terrifictomholland

"i’ll take you against that fucking wall if I have to”

* Strange Occurrences - @keepingupwiththeparkers

‘is it possible to spontaneously combust from lack of sex?’ | enemies to lovers au