#adorable peter

[mimpiwiwi]

me after reading adorable irondad fanfics with adorable peter

[nanayoungishere]

Play It Cool (Part One)

Summery: Y/N is a Yandere. So is Peter. Neither know and desperately try to act normal around each other.

They fail. A lot.

You were chilling out, minding your own business, breathing in the sweet scent of nature and quiet, when someone plonked down onto the bench next to you.

It was so outta nowhere that you screeched, flailed, and almost bashed your head on the stones below.

Thankfully, before you could get a life-ending medical bill, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and caught you before you fell.

“Hey! Careful there, stranger!”

You opened your eyes -- and came face to face with the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

Big blue eyes, so big that you could’ve sworn they took up half his face, so blue that they were practically glowing. A wide smile that shifted to a concerned frown, the cute quirk of his lips itching to be kissed. Smooth skin, squishy skin, with cheeks that were begging to be pinched and cradled. And an expressive, open face that was so honest that it reminded you of a puppy.

There was worry in those beautiful blue eyes, more worry you could ever recall getting from someone, like you were the most precious thing in the world. His grip around you was careful, gentle, and as he pulled you back onto the bench he even gave your back a little pat, as though to comfort you.

He looked worried, like you got into a serious accident instead of just tripping on your ass like an idiot. You could see him scanning you, looking for any injuries even though the only one you had was to your pride.

Oh shit, his eyes were even more huge and blue and adorable from this close.

Oh shit, his face looked especially squishy and touchable.

Oh shit, you could feel yourself starting to blush. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck --

“Um! Thanks. A lot.” You looked down. He still had his arms around your waist. His really long, really skinny arms, you couldn’t help but notice.

Was he eating enough? You were sure you had some granola bars in your bag. Maybe you could --

No, no, no! What the hell were you thinking? You were gonna piss him off if you mentioned his weight! What if he was sensitive about it?

And there was no way he was gonna accept food from some clumsy, accident prone stranger. And -- and --

Wow, his arms felt comfortable. Snuggly. And they really fit around your waist, almost like they were made for you --

“Oops! Sorry!” He quickly withdrew and scooted back a bit, an adorably awkward look on his face and -- was that a blush? Was he blushing?

Shit, that was so cute.

You never knew anyone besides you who could blush that red before. It really stood out against his grey skin. It made you wonder if his cheeks felt as hot to the touch as they looked and --

You shoved your hands in your pockets and pulled your hat down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your face was still hot as hell. What if he could tell what you were thinking?

His blue eyes -- why were they so big? How was it possible? -- were apologetic. It made him look a bit like a kicked puppy and God. God. “I didn’t meant to --”

You tore yourself from his eyes and looked straight ahead. “N. No problem. You’re good.”

You stared at the trees, willing yourself to calm down.

Seconds passed.

You couldn’t resist another peek.

He was tall. Taller than you which, well, wasn’t saying much since you were barely five feet. Everyone was taller than you, but still. Tall. So tall he kinda leaned over you even as you were sitting and oh God did it make you feel things. Things you shouldn’t be thinking about, specially since you’ve never met the guy before and --

And his hands. They were big. Really big, with really long fingers. Piano fingers. Like, the kinda hands you’d love to hold or just, just have them hold your face and --

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was his smile, his eyes, the awkward expression on his face, the blush, the sharp teeth, the familiar tone to his voice despite you never seeing him before, his height, his hands, anything and everything about him, or some other, reptilian instinct buried deep inside you that was making you feel this way.

But you were just hit with the sudden and out of nowhere feeling of, Oh God this guy is so fucking adorable I wanna pat his head and give him hugs and kisses and keep him in my apartment never evereverever let him go.

But that would be stupid and creepy because you literally met him thirty seconds ago. So you kept your hands to yourself.

It was… a lot harder than you thought it’d be. The guy was just, just so adorable. Like, what the hell. What gave him the right to be so adorable?

A hand waved in front of your face. “Hey, you alright? Didya bang your head earlier on?”

You jolted back a bit. “No! I mean,” you coughed, “no. I’m fine. Just. You know. Thinking.”

He nodded in understanding, his eyes warm. So warm. “I get it. An out of nowhere place like this, no one around, all by yourself. The perfect place to be all alone. With your thoughts.”

He smiled at you and oh. Oh, you were so fucked.

It was the teeth. The teeth were doing you in. How the fuck did he get his teeth that sharp?

And the eyes. God, they were so blue. Did you mention how blue they were? You could drown in those eyes for hours and never come up for air.

And the face. So squishy and cute. And his expressions, they were so, so fucking adorable. The blush, the little hesitations, the way his eyes never once looked away from yours.

And --

Fuck.

You must’ve stuttered out something, though God only knew what. It must’ve been good because the next words out of his mouth nearly made your heart stop.

“Listen. I know this is… kinda sudden. Very sudden. But if you’re free tonight, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out to dinner?”

Holy shit.

Your eyes widened. And you stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Like a fucking freak.

Just SAY something you --

He looked away. “Yeah, I guess it was a bit too sudden. Um, then can we --”

“YES.”

He jerked back, looking a bit caught off guard. It was only the slow, delighted smile spreading across his face that kept you from killing yourself right then and there.

You’d face all the embarrassment in the world for that smile. And that was really saying something, considering how second-hand embarrassment practically ruled your life.

You pulled your cap down farther until it was practically covering your head. A quick breath and, “Yes. I would love to go to dinner with you. What time and place?”

Wow. Way to go, Y/N. Maybe sound a little MORE monotone next time, huh?

He beamed at you. Like the actual sun. Like he had just won the lottery instead of just scoring a date with a blushing freak like you.

You could feel the giddiness welling up inside you. It was all you could do not to squeak.

“Tonight at seven. At the place where you work. Is that okay?”

“YEP. Yep. Yep that’s -- that’s perfect with me.” You looked away, silently dying inside. “I’ll. I’ll see you there.”

“Great!” One last smile -- God, was he trying to kill you?! -- and he walked away, a bounce in his step.

You watched him go.

Waited until you could no longer hear his footsteps before screaming into your hands.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk he was SO FUCKING CUTE!”

(Part Two)

[bislytherinstarkerfangirl]

Psychopath!Peter/Smitten!Tony

Adorable dark/psychopath peter parker and smitten/head over heels in love tony stark

[insaneasgardian]

If I was a real spider:

Tony: *Crying*

Peter: Mr Stark! Don't cry please!

Tony: *Still sobbing*

Peter: Sometimes I wish I was a real spider, then whenever you cry, I could spin you a tissue...

[starkerforlife6969]

The Big 2-0

essentially some protectiveTony starker fluff and an everyonelovesPeter classic about friendship. It’s been a long time, beautiful people, I’m trying to get back in the swing ;) 

“He came.” Harry gapes, unable to pull his eyes away from the door. “He actually came.”

“Typical,” Norman sneers from above him, “Low brows like that can never tell when an invite is genuine.”

“He came.” Harry repeats, a little awed. Never in a million years had he thought… “After everything…”

“Don’t go soft.” His dad snaps, voice edging towards cruel, “he stole your idea, Harold.”

“Yeah…”

But Pete’s here. He’s come to Harry’s birthday party. 

And he hasn’t come alone. 

There’s a tall figure beside him, with dark hair and dark eyes and a dark leather jacket. Harry doesn’t recognise him from MIT, and yet…and yet there’s something strangely familiar about him. 

He wants to go over but he can feel his dad’s gaze burning into the back of his neck, so instead, he heads towards the buffet. 

People are chatting, music’s playing, the live band are crooning away and everyone’s in black tie. It’s just like every birthday party Harry’s ever had. Except now there are banners everywhere that read 2-0. 

Other than that though, it’s all the same. Especially since-

“Hey, Harry,” comes a gentle voice, and Harry can’t stop his smile.

When he turns, it’s Peter, holding a little box. 

Peter, and his ridiculous curly hair and enormous earnest eyes, beams at him like like a little bit of bottled sunshine. 

“Pete.”

“Harry.” Peter sighs, flinging his arms around him.

Harry doesn’t give a damn about his dad in that second. His best friend is here, and he hugs him tight. 

“I’m so glad you invited me, I didn’t know-“

“My dad did it. Invites are social threats, you know that, but you’re here, I’m so glad you’re here-“

“I’ve missed you!”

They pull apart and Harry shakes his head fondly, his cheeks ache from smiling. “What’d you bring me?”

Peter giggles, handing over the neatly wrapped gift. “It’s not the only thing I brought.”

Harry laughs, “I did notice your shadow. Who is he?”

“Tony Stark,” Peter sighs happily.

Tony Stark.

Harry almost jerks back. That’s why he recognises him. Holy shit, holy shit-

“How could you do that?” He hisses, fury and humiliation coursing through his veins. 

Peter blinks up at him in surprise. “Do what?”

“Bring him here. After you sold his dad my idea-“

“What?” 

“My dad was right.” Harry scoffs, hurt bleeding through his chest. The box in his hand is too heavy. “Not only did you steal my formula for genetic manipulation-“

Peter’s jaw drops, cheeks rosy with injustice. “That was our formula! And you said you didn’t want to be a part of the project anymore-“

“That didn’t mean you were allowed to go and develop it with Oscorp’s biggest competitor-“

“My MIT scholarship is from SI, Harry! They have a legal right to my work, I didn’t-“

“And you just happen to be dating the son of the CEO? Bullshit, Pete. You used me. Like every one else in my life.”

It should make him feel victorious, to see Peter flinch like that. Like he’s been struck. But it doesn’t. Harry feels hollowed out. A little empty. 

A tall, dark shadow appears then.

The voice is quiet and cold with fury. 

“How dare you talk to him like that.”

“Tony-“

“How fuckin’ dare you? He comes all this way-“

Harry grits his teeth and looks up. Tony Stark is tall and broad, leather jacket snug on the muscles of his arms. His eyes are a dark, dark brown and he looks ready for a fight. But what Harry lacks in musculature- “Tony Stark, can’t say it’s a pleasure.”

“You ingrate. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to Peter? Cutting him out like that. You’re his best friend-“

“You don’t get to lecture me about loyalty!” Harry warns, his voice a little too loud. The pleasant chatter all around them stills for a moment, before warily picking up. He continues in a hiss: “Who the fuck do you think you are, Stark? You think because you’re wearing a leather jacket and you ride a motorbike we don’t know who you are? That you’re as spoilt and loaded as me. You’re not better. You have no moral high ground. Your dad is-“

“Apologise to Peter.” Tony murmurs. “Right now.”

Harry smiles bitterly, gesturing to the room. “Or what?”

“Tony,” Peter pleads, tugging at Tony’s arm. “I wanna go. Let’s go, please.” 

“We’re not going anywhere, baby, not until this piece of shit-“

“Tony.” 

Harry can’t bear to look. The little hitch in Peter’s voice tells him everything. Evidently, Tony knows it too. Because he suddenly backs away, intimidating to gentle in the blink of an eye. He slings his arm over Peter’s shoulder, noses at his temple in a soft caress. “Pete?”

“I wanna go home, please,” Peter pleads with a quiet breath. 

“Home it is.” Tony vows. 

As soon as they’re gone, Harry’s feet jerk him towards the door after them.

By the time he gets out into the cold, dark night, he can only hear the revving of a motorbike in the distance.

He stands there for a second before remembering the gift in his hands. With trembling fingers, he tears open the slightly crumpled box. The wrapping falls away into the darkness. 

In it, is a framed photo of him and Peter- toothy grins and Star Wars outfits, 7 years old. 

Tucked into the corner are two tickets to this year’s Comic Con.

“Harold!” Norman calls from the door, light spilling out around him. “Come back inside. You have to thank everyone.”

Harry wipes tears off his cheeks and heads for his car.

“Harry!” Norman snaps, stepping out a little way. “What are you doing?”

With wet lashes, he starts the engine. 

Norman is a yelling spot in the rearview as Harry speeds down the highway.

He doesn’t have to drive very far at all- because just around the bend is a parked motorbike and a very smug, leather-wearing Tony Stark, arms crossed: expectant.

“I told ya he’d come,” he drawls. 

Peter peaks out from under Tony’s arm as Harry stumbles out of the car.

They crush each other in a hug. 

“How’d you know?” Harry asks over Peter’s head, voice raw and grateful as he holds his brother. 

Tony shrugs and half-smiles. “It’s Peter Parker. Impossible not to love him.”

Harry Osborne doesn’t know a thing about Tony Stark.

But he really wants to. 

The idea of Stark as a sort of brother in law? Oscorp and SI united through Peter Parker?

Harry loves that idea almost as much as he loves his best friend: snuggled into his embrace on his twentieth birthday. 

[mxacegrey]

Michelle has a little spider-man toy that she keeps on her at all times she never told peter but she has it for when peter is not around peter finds out and instead of making fun of her like Michelle thought peter would do peter gives her a stuffed Spider-Man made from his first suit

Stuffies!!

[funnyincorrectmcu]

Peter: It’s okay if you fall apart sometimes. Tacos fall apart and we still love them. 

[memyselfandsomefanfiction]

The Birthday Takeover

Hi, guys!! This is a Birthday Present/Request for @bbparker

HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY BB I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!! 

I chose the prompt “Try me and you will loose.” “You’re just a little girl, what can you possibly do?” “Well actually, now that you brought it up, it’s my birthday today and-”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Words: ~1,200 

Warnings: none that I can think of 

Waking up to silence is a rare thing, normally I wake up to the music and chatting of Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky, but today I made sure to wake up before everyone else. Making my way to the kitchen double checking that no one is up yet. They’re not. Perfect.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Is everything set up and ready for Birthday Takeover?”

“Yes Miss and I must say I am very surprised Boss hasn’t clued in on this yet. Normally he reverses all codes that take away his power over his tower.”

“Ah yes F.R.I.D.A.Y., but the trick to that is to catch him at the right drunkenness and having Pepper on my side.” I sound just a smidge smug as I point out Pepper being on my side for this one.

“Boss does tend to have that weakness, when would you like to execute this code Miss?”

“Now works F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Yes Miss”

I sit patiently on the counter and wait. Then it happens.

BOOM

Ahh the confetti cannons. Then the shrieks of realizing its glitter. I wonder when the realization of it dying their hair will hit(all except for Pepper and Nat of course I don’t have a death wish)?

Now all I hear is everyone running my way. I just sit calmly swinging my feet.

The first to arrive is Bucky he just smiles and shakes his head at me as he scoops me off the counter for a hug.

“Good morning Birthday Girl. What have you done to have Tony’s panties in a wad?”

“I may have accosted him when he was drunk with Peppers permission and got control over F.R.I.D.A.Y. and the tower all day for my birthday.” I replied trying to sound as innocent as possible, but judging by the snort and chuckles I received in reply I don’t think I quite pulled it off.

“Y/N” Tony just absolutely screeches your name.

“Oh my I’ve never heard that pitch come out of his mouth before.” I say with wonder.

Tony came stomping in with a giggling Pepper trailing behind him. At this point everyone else was here and eagerly awaiting the show that was surely about to happen.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Why do I not have control over my tower? Why is F.R.I.D.A.Y. not listening to my orders to clean up the confetti and glitter? Last of all WHY IS EVERY SINGLE CODE SAYING YOU ARE NOW IN CHARGE AND OWNER OF EVERYTHING?!?!?” Tony finishes with a shout.

I go to open my mouth and explain but he cuts me off.

“You know what I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to fix everything and then you are benched and on probation and restricted access.”

“See Tony even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I couldn’t do any of those things you just told me to do.” I calmly inform him.

“Yes you will. I am not going to argue anymore.”

“Try it.”

“What?”

“Try me and you will lose.”

“You’re just a little girl, what can you possibly do?”

“Well actually, now that you brought it up, it’s my birthday today and I have a signed contract here with both your signature, Director Fury's signature, and signed and notarized by both Pepper and Natasha. It states that for my birthday I get to be you for the day. In charge of the tower, spend the day with Pepper making appearances and doing meetings you’ve put off, called Boss by F.R.I.D.A.Y., not able to be punished by Fury for this stunt, and best of all you signed and dated that I am allowed to get a puppy. Everything has been Pepper approved and you can’t argue. So Happy Birthday to me from you.” I finish my speech leaning back into Bucky while everyone looks on proud of me and Tony looks just plain dumbfounded. Then he just starts clapping.

“I have never been more proud of anyone in my life. I have been out Starked by someone who isn’t even a Stark. That’s it. I am adopting you once you are not me. You shall be a Stark. It is settled I have decided. Oh by becoming a Stark your old man one armed wonder boy there will have to take your name when you get married. Can’t be losing any Starks, we’re a rare breed. Hmmm maybe I should start making you an Iron Man suit.” I lose track of his mumbles as he wanders to his lab to I assume make me a suit.

“Cool. I am a Stark, I get a puppy, I got his blessing to marry Bucky and he didn’t have me arrested. Job well done. Come on Pepper let's get me all business gorgeous like yourself. I wanna blow some old farts minds. I am gonna take this takeover seriously.” Pepper and I head out to be badass business women of today.

*Bucky’s POV*

Nat is just sitting there like the cat got the cream, Clint and Sam are taking notes on this “prank”, Bruce is calmly sipping his tea like this is normal, Thor looks lost in memories, Loki looks the slightest bit impressed, Peter doesn’t know who to run after the original Stark or his new hero, and poor poor Stevie just looks like his world is turning upside down.

“What just happened?” Steve asks as he just keeps blinking like is he blinks enough it’ll rewind things.

“Well Punk my lovely girlfriend swindled Stark out of everything he owns, made it to where she can’t be punished, finally gets the puppy she’s been visiting at the animal shelter, clearly has Pepper and Nat wrapped around her finger, is now being adopted by Stark to be a Stark, got me Starks blessing to propose, got me to become a Stark, and is now going to take the Stark business by storm arm in arm with Pepper Potts. All because she didn’t want to be bored on her birthday.” I proudly list most of the accomplishments.

“Fuck me now there’s two of them??”

“Language Steve, but yes two Starks and gonna be three once I get a ring.” I chuckle as he just keeps getting paler and paler.

“Come on big guy lets go see how Y/n does today to ease your worries, she could use a couple bodyguards.” Nat gently guides him out of the room.

“Any other questions?” I ask the group before I head out to work out.

Peter raises his hand. I sigh and point at him.

“Umm can I go with Captain and Ms. Romanov? I’d like to spend the day with Y/n. I’m technically an intern for Stark Industries so it wouldn’t be weird.”

“Sure kid she’d love that, be sure to give her a hug and tell her it was your idea. Run along.” I shoo him out.

“Now may I go workout now or does anyone else need anything? No? Good.” I leave the rest of them to deal with the glitter and hair dye on their own.

fin