You were sitting in bed hugging your knees when you heard a tap on the window. You closed your eyes, knowing who it was but partially hoping they’d just go away. You took shaky breaths in and out as you heard the tapping again. After a long moment of silence you heard the window slide open and the sound of someone’s feet landing softly on the floor of your room. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, only one person could get to your window anyway. You just sat there, breathing in and out, trying to release the tightness in your chest. You heard footsteps coming closer until you finally felt Peter’s presence beside you. He sat down on the bed next to you, not touching you or saying anything, waiting for you to make the first move. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, eyes red and puffy. “Hey there” he began, his voice soft and gentle so as not to freak you out. “Are you ok?” you just shrugged your shoulders in response. “Alright that’s ok, do you want to talk about anything, or I can hold you if you want, or just sit here with you,” He said, trying to hold your gaze as you let your eyes drift back to the floor. “Or I don’t have to stay at all I’m sorry, it was rude of me to just come in, if you need time alone I totally get that,” He began to ramble, eyes wide with panic. You cut him off in a quiet voice “No,” you said, eyes not leaving the floor, “Please stay,” you said and he nodded, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. “What can I do?” He asked, still searching for your eyes. You took a shaky deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Sorry,” you said, “really anxious, my chest is tight,” the words didn’t come easy, you felt like you were choking on them, “hold my hand?” you asked, hoping the slight physical contact would bring some relief. “Of course,” Peter shifted a bit closer to you and intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb instinctively moving in comforting circles.
As he sat there he could hear your heart racing, and your shallow, panicked breathing, he could feel your pulse through your skin. His heart ached to do more, to calm you down and provide the comfort and safety you needed, but he knew the only way to do that is to listen to you and give reassurance however you need it. So he sat there, holding your hand, listening to your rapid heartbeat, wishing he could do more. “It’s all going to be ok,” he whispered gently, “I promise you, I’m here and it’s all going to be ok,” he could see some of the tension leave your body with his words and he smiled softly. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” He said, watching you take a shaky deep breath. You continued to try and calm yourself, shifting so that you were facing him. You noticed the way his eyes lit up a little when you turned to him, a sign that you were starting to feel better. Your chest was still tight, you didn’t think you could get any words out the way you wanted to so instead you just slowly moved to him and curled up with your head in his lap. He understood what you wanted and silently started running his fingers through your hair, gentle and slow. You let out another deep breath and tried to focus all your thoughts on the way it felt to feel him there caring for you, tried to make yourself believe that nothing else mattered in that moment.
Slowly, you felt your chest begin to loosen up. You could take deeper, more fulfilling breaths and your heart no longer felt like it was going to explode. As you began to feel more comfortable your body began to let go of all the tension that had built up. A feeling of genuine safety washed over you, and you felt your eyelids getting heavy as sleep pulled at you. Knowing Peter was there to take care of you, you let yourself drift off, breathing in his scent, surrounded by his warmth and feeling the comfort of his touch.
Request from Anon: Are you gonna be writing any smut soon?
A/N: This wasn’t exactly a request but you asked the question so I wrote you some anyway. SEX, SMUT, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. If you are underage don’t read. Peter and Reader are 18 in this. If you aren’t into smut don’t read it.
There was a week left until graduation. Only a week, so like any rich teen who had a house to themselves (well in your case an entire penthouse), you threw a party.
You invited your entire class, not that it was all that large. You and your best friend MJ planned it down to a t and lucky enough that your dad had enough alcohol behind the bar that you didn’t even need to ask someone older to get you any.
You weren’t a bad kid but you did want everyone to have a great time. Especially your other best friend Peter.
God, he needed a break. Between being Spider-Man, applying to colleges and scholarships (even with your dad telling him he’d pay for his schooling), and actually doing the work for his current classes, working with your dad and still helping his aunt he barely had time to breathe.
You wanted this night to be good for everyone but most especially him. And frankly if you could get him to relax enough maybe he’d actually start paying attention to how much you liked him.
People started arriving, music was blaring, and it was nothing but a great time.
“Hey,” MJ called over the music into your ear. “Peter’s here.”
You smiled wide, “Thanks girl!” You immediately went and grabbed him a drink and found him. “Hey,” you greeted, putting the drink right in his hand before hugging him.
Peter smiled. “Hey, Y/N,” his arms wrapped around you. “I appreciate the drink but you know I can’t.”
You pouted up at him. “Come on Peter, just tonight. I wanna make sure you have fun.”
“I’ll have fun sober.” He tried to reason but the look on your face made him actually want to. “Alright alright. Just tonight.” He took a sip of the drink, it was strong but good.
The two of you managed to dance for what felt like hours. It was fun, even MJ and Ned joined in.
Well they did until you wrapped your arms around Peter, getting as close as possible to him.
He blushed slightly, you weren’t sure if it was because of you or the alcohol. But his hands found your hips.
You nuzzled your nose into his neck, earning a shudder from him. You placed a few gentle kisses along his soft skin too.
“Y-Y/N,” he stutterer out. He knew he was a bit drunk but he wasn’t going to let you continue if you were too drunk to not realize what you were doing.
“Hm?” You whispered into his ear. “If you’re going to ask, yes I know what I’m doing. There’s nothing dangerous with a little party make out, is there?”
“W-well no but-“
“Come on Peter, you’ve never thought about kissing me?” You placed another kiss below his ear.
“I-I… well yeah but-“
You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him right into your lips.
It was hungry and desperate, and he wondered if this was even okay but with the way you were kissing him and running your hand in his hair, he found himself not caring. This was happening. He actually might stand a chance with you because out of every person in your class you chose him.
“We should go to my room,” you whispered, not even waiting for an answer you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the party.
He was quick to climb over you once you were on your bed.
You couldn’t stop your hands from wandering under his shirt and up his toned abdomen and chest.
Peter finally broke the kiss with you but didn’t pause as he started trailing kisses down your neck. He couldn’t help but suck on your smooth skin, making you moan as he left a dark bruise there.
You tugged at his shirt, making him pull away.
He didn’t hesitate in giving you what you wanted. His shirt went flying, just as he reached for yours, “Only fair, right?”
You nodded and helped him remove your own.
His hand run up your side, as his lips descended lower onto your breasts, down even further over your stomach.
You pulled him back up to you and kissed him again. You trailed your hands back down and toyed with the hem of his jeans. You wanted him. And you were going to do what you could in order to get him. And if you couldn’t you’d go as far as you could with him as he’d let you. You let your nails scratch him.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, delving into yours. Both of you moaned.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer before flipping over.
He bit his lip as he moaned, you were sitting perfectly against his hard on.
You smirked and gave a testing swirl of your hips.
He looked at you with hazy eyes, refusing to let any more noise so you wouldn’t know how crazy you were making him. But he knew you already knew that with how hard he was, and you were sitting directly on him.
But you did let out a noise of your own.
“What happened to party make out?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips.
“It left my mind when I noticed how hard you are for me, and how wet I know I am for you.” You replied bluntly.
He searched your eyes, they held nothing but want and the truth. “Are we actually going to do this?”
You stroked along his pant line. “I want you Peter.”
That was all he needed to hear. He thrust up into you, making you rub down. He grabbed your neck, pulled you in for another hot kiss, and you were both lost.
You started shedding the rest of your clothes.
He ended up back on top of you once they were all gone. His lips locked with yours as his hand ran down and his fingers went to feel how wet you really were. You both moaned at the sensation. He swirled his fingers around your clit before sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you. He watched as your face turned to pleasure as he worked them up and down inside you.
Chills racked over you, the warmth that filled you because of how good he was at this made your toes curl. Every thrust up of his fingers had you whimpering. When you started moving with him he held your hips down.
“P-Peter, please, please oh my God that feels so so good,” You praised him, hoping he would let your orgasm come.
“What baby? You wanna cum? Tell me,” He demanded, as much as he loved watching you like this, he wanted you reaching over the edge. He wanted to be the one to take you there.
“Make me cum, Peter. I-I wanna so bad you’re so good at th-” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he was moving his fingers faster, pleasuring you, fulfilling your pleads to orgasm.
He covered your moan with a kiss, his fingers not stopping until you were panting through your nose, a layer of cold sweat coating your skin. He broke the kiss, smiling at you.
You smiled back before once again flipping him over and straddling him. The slickness of your orgasm helped you glide over his warm cock. You slid from the tip to the end and back up. You trailed kisses across his jaw. “I want you inside me, baby. Please? I have condoms, I want you so bad.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because he thought he may never get the chance again to make you feel so good, or it was because he wanted this too, he nodded. “Fuck I want to be inside of you, Y/N.”
You didn’t hesitate in reaching over to your nightstand. You were quick to get the condom and lube out and both on him before you fully stretched yourself out and were lining up on him. You slid down slowly, adjusting to the feeling of him being inside you.
Peter moaned and grabbed your hips tight. He knew he wouldn’t last that long, but he was going to make it worth it.
You never would have thought that morning that you’d be having sex with your best friend right now. You never would have guessed it would be this good. Even though you knew Peter was good at everything he did, you thought his awkwardness would overrun him in this kind of situation. You were seeing you were very wrong. You sank your way onto him then pulled up off of him. You found the perfect angle before you started moving faster.
You were so warm and soft. He leaned up, his arms wrapped around your back. His mouth found your breast, his tongue teased a nipple. He glanced up at you as he did it, all before suddenly flipping you over, making you yelp.
Peter chuckled, “My turn, babe.” He gave a slow thrust, before picking up speed.
Your legs wrapped around his back, you were a mess as you moaned along with his thrusts. “F-faster baby,” you muttered, raking a hand through his hair.
He obeyed, “You feel so good, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”
“Please Peter, please cum,” You begged, just about reaching your second orgasm.
His hips jerked as he came. His face showed all the pleasure he was feeling.
Reaching down as he came you teased your clit, successfully gaining your orgasm.
The two of you moaned together, then panted together.
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you tossed your arm over your eyes.
Peter removed himself from you and went to your bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned he was surprised to see you already in his shirt. “I uh… I take it we aren’t heading back out to the party?”
You shook your head and pulled your covers back and slipped under them. You tossed the other side open for him. “Sex is great, but after sex cuddling is great too. If you want to…”
He grabbed his boxers and slid them on before climbing in beside you. His hand traveled up your side, and slowly brushed your hair over your ear. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
You blushed. “W-well…”
“Was this just a one time thing that isn’t supposed to mean anything after tonight? Just something to try? Because I gotta be honest… I’ve wanted to be with you since we met and I don’t mean just physically Y/N and I don’t want this happening again if-“
You leaned over and kissed him. It was gentle this time. “Here I thought I had to trick you to get your attention, guess I never realized I already had it huh?”
Peter chuckled. “Yeah doll, you already did. Can I take you out before we do this again? Because I definitely think there should be more of this.”
You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You kissed him again, putting your feelings for him into it, just like he did.
The following morning you woke in Peter’s arms, to the sound of your father yelling your name.
Thankfully you were covered up because your door was thrown open and hit the wall with a thud.
Both you and Peter jumped.
Tony glared at the two of you. He was shocked to see Peter in your bed, however there were more important things he had to take care of. “We’ll talk about this later, Y/N Y/M/N Stark. Right now you’re going to explain to me why my penthouse it trashed!”
You could only stare in fear at him. “D-Dad I-”
Peter swallowed thickly, “S-so much about nothing dangerous about making out, h-huh?” He knew Tony was going to kill him. He just hoped it’d be a quick death so he wouldn’t have to help you clean the mess your fellow classmates left behind.
Tony shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He turned around and left the two of you, knowing you’d soon follow and deal with the aftermath of the party you threw.
Wanna be tagged? Just ask!
not tagging for this story because I don’t want to tag anyone underage.
When Peter goes through a rough break-up, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.
Warnings: none for this chapter but there will likely be alcohol mentions and smut later on
A/N: In this Peter and the reader are both in college and therefore over 18 in this. Also the chapters are going to be a lot longer this is just the prologue
You could hear him holding back his sobs as he explained everything that happened over the phone. How he had walked in on her with some other guy, the way he felt his heart shatter almost instantly. The way his voice broke made your heart ache. “Hey,” you started once he had run out of things to say and a heavy silence had taken over. “Come visit for the weekend. Take the train and you can stay with me. I’ll keep you company and distract you as much as you want, I can help you through this Peter. I think it would be good for you to get off campus for a while and away from anything that would remind you of her.” you could hear him sniffle and try to compose himself and it killed you to see your best friend in so much pain. Even this far apart since you’d ended up at different colleges, you two were as close as ever, and you hated being far away and unable to comfort him. “Yeah that sounds kinda nice” He said quietly, sounding unsure.
“Peter Benjamin Parker I will drive down there and bring you here myself if I have to,” you said, managing to elicit a small laugh from him that caused a bit of warmth in your chest.
“Alright then, I’ll book my train now,” he said, and you could have sworn you could hear a hint of a smile in his voice.
After lunch you and Peter walked back across campus together, shoulders touching, to watch a bit of a football game that a friend of yours was playing in. As you walked you began catching up about more mundane things, how May’s been doing, what college is like, all the basic things that had been put off by Peter’s recent heartbreak. You two continued to talk and laugh and you felt more at ease than you’d felt in a long time. When you got to the game you stood next to him, leaning on the fence with your elbows touching. You relished in the small bit of warmth as a cool fall breeze ran through the air, sending shivers down your spine. Peter felt your body shake and wordlessly put his coat around your shoulder, leaving him in just his thin hoodie. You smiled to yourself as his scent wrapped around you, a comfort you weren’t even aware you would enjoy. “Thank you, you know I run cold” you said, pulling the jacket around yourself a bit tighter. He just smiled and shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, I run warm anyway,” You two watched the rest of the game mostly in a comforting silence, cheering when appropriate but mostly just enjoying the closeness and comfort of such a mundane moment. At the end of the 3rd quarter you reluctantly left him to shower at your dorm before he got back. As you walked home alone you tried not to think about him, which was made extremely difficult by his coat that you were wrapped in, which was practically drowning you in his scent, clouding your thoughts and emptying your mind of anything that wasn’t him. You sighed and shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, trying to forget the way you thought you saw him blush as he gave you his jacket.
As you got in the shower and let the hot water rush over you, you tried, for what felt like the millionth time since Friday, you tried to clear your head of him. You had never felt like this in high school, never felt your head so clouded or your stomach so twisted with confusion. You tried to let the steam and heat relax you and distract you from the way your head was spinning, but every time you closed your eyes it was only him. Particularly that night, almost 3 years ago now, alcohol on your breath, his lips on yours, his hands in your hair. The pit of guilt you both felt, the fear of jeopardizing your friendship, your insistence from that point on that you could never really see him that way, and your mutual agreement to pretend it never happened all ran through your mind at a mile a minute. But then you remembered what it felt like to fall asleep next to him, to feel his warmth and rhythmic breathing, and suddenly your thoughts weren’t racing anymore. They were moving slowly and delicately through your mind, allowing you to linger and get lost in them. You thought about the way he smiled at you as you ran off the field and into his arms, letting yourself for just a moment savor the way your heart skipped a beat when people immediately assumed you were dating. You tried to shake it all off before one final image entered your head and wiped it all away. You thought of him smiling at you as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, his scent suddenly the only thing you could focus on, along with his lingering warmth still upon the jacket. Your heart picked up speed as you felt something in you that you had long denied growing more and impossible to ignore. Rather than confront that now though, you abruptly turned off the water and grabbed your towel, letting the sting of the cold air consume your thoughts even just for a moment.
You came back into your room to see Peter sitting on your bed, looking at all the posters and pictures on your wall. “Hey!” He said, turning and smiling at you. You adjusted your towel quickly, suddenly very conscious of the fact that you were fully naked underneath. “Hey.” You said with a bit of a forced smile, an attempt to conceal your nerves. Unsure what to do, you settled on moving towards your closet to try and find something to wear for going out. Peter seemed to understand and sat up a little straighter, “Sorry, I can leave if you want me to,” he said, clearly a bit less relaxed than he was moments before.
“No, um, it’s alright, I mean, I can keep it discreet, you won’t see anything you haven’t seen before,” you attempted a slight joke, looking over your shoulder to see him blushing a bit and looking away.
“Alright,” he said with a slight chuckle, “If you say so,” You tried to preserve your modesty by keeping yourself covered with a towel as you put on your bra and underwear. It took pretty much every ounce of your willpower not to turn around and see if he was watching. You pulled on your favorite pair of ripped jeans and started pulling out various tank tops that might look good. You turned to get Peter’s opinion and you could have sworn he had just looked away moments before, suddenly trying to divert his attention elsewhere. “Ok I could actually use your help deciding what to wear,” you said, holding up a few different shirts. He looked back towards you, looking momentarily shaken but he quickly sat up a bit more and showed he was paying attention. “Alright, let’s see the options,” He said with a smile. You pulled on one shirt after another, all being met with mediocre albeit supportive responses from Peter. Finally, you tried on a black tank top with a bit of lace along the neckline. At first he didn’t say anything, just stared kind of blankly and you took that as a negative response and moved to take it off. “No!” He blurted out suddenly, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “You look...” he trailed off for a moment, searching for the words, “I mean... you look... hot,” he finally breathed out, you tried to hide your blush and embarrassment with a small laugh, “Alright, this one it is,” you said, putting the other options away, trying to ignore the fact that you could feel his eyes still intently watching you.
You turned away as he changed, occasionally stealing glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking. Once he assured you that he was covered up, you started on your makeup. To your surprise, Peter sat behind you, peering over your shoulder, seemingly mesmerized by what you were doing. “Why do you wear all this? I mean it looks great, but you’re already so beautiful without it. Plus you barely notice half of this stuff anyways.” he said, and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that he called you beautiful, despite the fact that he glossed over it as if it were completely normal for him to say that. You blushed a bit, “I guess it just makes me feel more confident,” trying to play things cool, you attempted a chill shrug and moved on to your lips. “Whoa...” he said, his eyes wide and focused fully on your lips, “That stuff’s crazy,” you let out a small giggle, making it difficult to keep your hand steady.
“What? Lip gloss?” You asked and he nodded, moving even closer to look.
“Yeah, it’s just so shiny and it makes your lips look so...” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your lips, his mouth practically hanging open. You scrunched up your nose.
“Weird?” you suggested in an attempt to break the tension.
“What?” He asked, his eyes suddenly wide and panicked, “No! Sorry! Not weird at all, just... really nice,” he said with a nervous laugh, refusing to look at you now.
“Thanks,” you said, brushing some of your hair from your face. You sighed and said the only thing you could think of to break the tension: “So... Wanna start drinking?”
“Alright Parker come on, it’s your recovery weekend so you get to pick,” you said, scrolling up and down through your library on your laptop.
“Ok, Ok, let’s go with a classic, how about A New Hope?” Peter asked, eyes finally looking somewhat lively again.
“Great choice, couldn’t have picked a better one myself,” you said, clicking on the movie and motioning for Peter to move so that we could sit more comfortably. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in your small twin bed, the laptop resting on your left thigh and Peter’s right. As you watched the movie, Peter felt the first sense of normalcy since he caught his ex with another guy. His heart finally felt a little less empty as the two of you joked your way through the movie, laughing and making all kinds of inside jokes. One movie led to another, and soon the joking slowed as drowsiness began to take over. You looked over at him and saw his head drooping and his eyes fluttering closed. Slowly, his head began to fall until it came to rest on your shoulder, and you could hear his gentle breathing close to your neck. You tried not to focus on the way you could feel the rise and fall of each breath, the way he shifted in his sleep, nuzzling closer, his face buried in your shoulder and neck. You sat there, just relishing in being near him, until you eventually gave into his warmth and comfort and let sleep wash over you as well.
In the morning when you woke up, Peter had turned on his side and wrapped an arm around you, his face still buried in your neck. Your legs were tangled together and your head had come to rest on his at some point during the night. You smiled to yourself at the closeness between the two of you and how easy this came. This was a common occurrence when the two of you were in high school, you’d watch a movie and wake up the next morning in a tangle of limbs. But this time felt more intimate than that. You moved to look at Peter, serenely asleep, but your movement caused him to stir, nuzzling closer into your neck before opening his eyes and realizing where he was. He pushed away quickly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Shoot we must have fallen asleep during the movie,” He said, face growing a bit red.
“Just like old times,” you said with a smile.
“Yeah,” he seemed to soften a bit with that. He began to stretch out and wake himself up more as you looked around for your phone. You looked at the time and cursed to yourself.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, leaning to look at the time.
“I gotta be at the locker room in 10 minutes,” Peter looked at you quizzically and you sighed, “I have a game today, I told you that before you came,” you said, shaking your head as you rushed around the room gathering your stuff.
“Sorry! You know I’ve been out of it recently,” Peter said and you laughed a bit.
“Don’t worry I’m not mad just a bit stressed,” you said, putting your hair up. “Take your time getting dressed, the field is just down the hill and the game is in about an hour and a half. There’s really good coffee just down the street from here if you want some, I’ll be out there warming up in about half an hour so if you need anything you can text me or come find me at the field.” You had begun to ramble, causing Peter to cut you off with a laugh and place his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes,”
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” He smiled, “Thank you for looking out though I really appreciate it,” You pushed some flyaway hair behind your ear and nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Ok, sorry. Just, seriously if you need anything text me or come find me,” He just laughed in response.
“I promise I will, now you just focus on your game, ok?” You smiled and nodded, making sure you had everything one last time before rushing to the locker room. You didn’t see the fond way Peter smiled at you as you rushed out the door with your roommate who was yelling at you to hurry up.
As you two were rushing to the locker room your roommate gave you a smirk. “So, someone slept late... missing out on sleep last night?” She asked. You just waved her off.
“No way, Peter’s my best friend and he just got out of a relationship. Yeah no way that would happen.”
“Ok then....” She shrugged and dropped the topic as you two entered the locker room.
As you put on your uniform you began to wonder if what your roommate said had any weight to it, if that was even a possibility. Definitely not right now at least, but you’d be lying if you said you had never thought about it. You tried to shake those thoughts from your head as you headed up to the field. Thankfully, once you started warming up, focus came naturally. Playing was one of the best things for clearing your head, letting your body take control and following your instincts, having a clear objective to be accomplished with nothing else to focus on for the duration of the game. There was a sense of freedom from any unwanted thoughts that you relished in until... damn it.
There he was, smiling at you as you came off the field. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight even though you were drenched in sweat. Suddenly the clarity and focus was gone. “Dude I had no idea you were so good!” He said enthusiastically as he broke the hug. You blushed, “Thanks, but you don’t have to be nice to me,” He laughed and shook his head. “Dude I’m being real! You were incredible out there, honestly I’m not even gonna try because you know you’re good” you just shook your head and smiled, trying to pretend you didn’t feel your heart pick up the pace a bit. You brought him to the post-game lunch and introduced him to your teammates, feeling both embarrassed and a confusing excitement when many of them immediately assumed he was your boyfriend. You were too busy dealing with your own embarrassment to notice the slight blush and small smile that crept onto Peter’s face at those remarks. As you two ate lunch and talked with your teammates you had trouble suppressing a smile, your roommate’s remarks still prominent in the back of your mind.
It was a few days after your phone call when you saw him emerge from the train station with just a small backpack. You had to admit he looked rough, but the smile that came across his face when he spotted you confirmed that inviting him here was the right thing to do. “Peter!” you yelled, no longer able to hold yourself back as you ended up running into his arms. You felt him squeeze you tight, like he was glad to finally have something real to hold onto. “Hey Y/N” he said quietly into your ear, “It’s good to see you” you could hear his voice shaking a bit and tried to squeeze a little tighter to reassure him. “Come on,” you said, smiling and pulling away, “The road to recovery starts now!” He managed a small smile and got into your car.
The two of you talked a bit on the drive, mostly just you trying to make sure he was ok, and consistently reassuring him about the weekend. Even though he was your best friend and you two usually shared everything with each other, you could feel him holding back his pain as best he could, which made you hurt for him even more, but you were at least glad that he was here, in person, so you could really take care of him and help him through everything.
As you walked into your two-room double you introduced him to your roommate, whose room you had to go through to get to your own. You had explained everything to her before he had gotten here, so you could tell she was doing her best to keep things super light and surface level. After they got to know each other a bit, you showed Peter to your room to get him settled. He put down his backpack and sat down next to you on your bed. “So” you started, “Wanna tell me how you’re really doing?” He just shook his head in response and you could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Really not great,” he breathed out slowly and shakily. “My heart hurts all the time and my chest is so tight I can’t breathe. There’s just this wave of sadness continually washing over me and I think I’m gonna die,” The tears were streaming down his face now, and you took his hand in yours gently. “I just can’t believe she’d do that to me, ya know? I trusted her and cared about her so much.”
“I know, I know, and I’m so so sorry that happened to you. I’ve been there it really is the worst feeling ever, but trust me, I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but it’s gonna fade away eventually. Some day, sooner than you’d expect, you’ll realize that its entirely gone, and you have no idea when it happened.” you said, putting your other hand on his shoulder and rubbing comfortingly.
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling a bit, “It does fucking suck,” he actually managed a small laugh and you caught on.
“People fucking suck man” You agreed, shaking your head, now laughing with him. It was so comforting to see that he could still find some humor in spite of the situation. You calmed yourself down a bit and he gave you a soft, genuine smile. “Thank you, Y/N, this all really means a lot.”
“Of course man. You’re my best friend.” You said, returning his smile, “Now, are you ready for your first distraction?” You asked, reaching for your laptop. He nodded enthusiastically.
“Bring it on baby,” He said, eliciting a laugh from you.
“Alright,” You smiled, “Movie time! I’ve got every Star Wars, every Indiana Jones, and anything else you could possibly want,” A huge smile came across Peter’s face.
Request from Anon: Omg could you write something where May is practically begging Peter to ask Stark!reader to prom or homecoming (because she’s homeschooled and doesn’t get those opportunities) but he’s a hundred percent sure she hates him but it’s the complete opposite?
A/N: Hey sorry if this isn’t great, I’m really trying to start writing again and it’s difficult with how busy I am now.
“No way, May! I can’t. It’s not happening.” Peter’s voice was higher than normal, clearly upset with what his aunt was suggesting.
“Please Peter, I’m sure she would love it. You know she’s not getting the same experiences as you.” May argued, she’d win this if it killed her.
“So?” Peter asked, “That’s not my fault, it’s Mr. Stark’s! I shouldn’t have to take someone that obviously hates me to my senior prom.”
May tisked, “She does not. You’re being dramatic.”
“No I’m not! Besides, she probably wouldn’t even say yes to me asking her! I’m not going to embarrass myself.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” May reached across their kitchen table and placed her hand on his arm. “We all know you have feelings for her. Just give it a shot, please? I missed my senior prom and regret it terribly. I don’t want Y/N to miss her chance too.”
Peter hated when his aunt pulled his full name. Hated even more when she guilted him, he couldn’t say no now. He sighed heavily. “Alright… but if she says no it’s not my fault and know I’m never going to be able to show my face at the tower ever again.”
May smiled excitedly, “Thank you.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
“So your aunt tells me you’re asking Y/N to go to prom with you,” Tony said, just as Peter entered the lab.
Peter groaned, “Aunt May told you?”
“Yes she told me. I’m the one who suggested it.”
He could only stare at Tony in shock. “What?”
“I went to 23 prom’s Peter, they were a blast. I’m not gonna let my kid miss out on something like that just because I have her home schooled. Plus everyone knows you like her take the chance kid.”
“I can’t believe you’re the one that set me up for this humiliation.”
Tony shrugged, “i think you’d be surprised. Now go get it over with.”
“N-now?” Peter asked, a wave of nerves washed over his gut, he was not ready to face you in the slightest.
“Why not? You’re prom’s only two weeks away.”
“Uh- well- I-“
“What are you stuttering over this time spider?” You had just entered the lab and Peter was fumbling over his words. You loved hearing him nervous, it was adorable, not that you’d ever tell him that. He thought you hated him, which definitely made him not like you. But really you just got nervous and didn’t know how to flirt so you ended up being mean.
Peter sighed, then turned to face you.
“I have to go take a phone call in private,” your dad informed, heading out past you.
“I thought you had to talk to me about something!” You called to his back, exasperated with him.
He ignored you.
Rolling your eyes you turned to leave Peter, figuring he probably wouldn’t want you around anyway.
“Hey, wait,” Peter started quickly. He knew this was a set up. He’d be mad at Tony later, right now he knew he had to get this over with.
You stopped, something about the situation you were in seemed suspicious and made your stomach knot. Turning back to look at him you cocked your head. “Yeah?”
“Okay, I feel real stupid for asking but I don’t really have a choice in the matter and I’m sure you’ll say no anyway but would you wanna go with me to my prom?” He said it so quickly all you really heard was him asking you to prom.
You were stunned, but also excited. “Yeah of course I will.”
“Okay that’s totally alrig- wait did you just say yes?” Peter thought you were going to say no, so much so he almost didn’t pay attention to your real answer. So when you confirmed that you would he was real surprised.
“You were really ready for me to say no there,” you pointed out, the feeling that maybe he didn’t want you there to begin with floated through your mind.
“Well I wasn’t sure you’d want to go to a dance, where you don’t know anybody, just to go.” He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping the thought of you hating him hidden.
“You’ll be there,” you said simply. You could have argued with him, ask him if he even wanted you to go. Tell him he better not just have asked to take Tony Stark’s daughter to his prom to show off. Or maybe that your dad put him up to it. But instead you turned and left him there in the lab. Immediately going to your room to act like the giddy teenager that just got asked to prom by the guy you like, like you were.
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When the day finally came Peter was nervous and dreading it. He was hoping to have fun tonight, but now he was going to be worrying about not pissing you off and not being embarrassed by jerks at school. He definitely didn’t think he was going to have fun. You were probably going to be mean to him. What reason did you have not to be. He was just your way in. You’d probably end up with someone else for all he knew!
But, when he arrived to pick you up he pushed everything aside. He couldn’t help but focus on how beautiful you looked. Your dress fit you in all the right places. Your hair was perfect and so was your makeup.
Seeing the look on his face made you blush. You went over to him and punched his arm. “Stop staring. Is that for me?”
“S-sorry,” he apologized quickly, his eyes darting away. He held out a corsage to you.
“Yeah,” he answered simply.
“Alright you two,” Tony said entering the living room. “I promised May I would take some pictures of you two. So get together and smile you’re gonna have a great night.”
The two of you did as Tony said, wide smiles spread across both your faces just after you put the flower on your wrist and his corsage on his jacket.
You grabbed Peter’s wrist, “Bye dad!” You called from the elevator. You were ready to get to this dance. While you were nervous about tonight not being good, you were very excited to go to a prom.
The ride down was quiet, the limo that your dad had rented for the two of you was awkwardly quiet, and you thought Peter was just going to act like you weren’t there all night. So, you stopped him before getting out of the car.
“Peter,” He finally looked at you, and he could tell you were nervous, you could see it on his face. “Look, I know I’m hard to get along with but… if you don’t want me here I’m not going to bother embarrassing myself by going in there and being ditched…”
He frowned at you, the concern in your eyes making him feel awful about not even letting you take a chance to be nice. “I’d never ditch you, Y/N. And I never said I didn’t want you here.”
“Well face it Peter, you were ready for me to say no, you mentioned not having a choice which says to me that you were forced to ask me whether by my dad or your aunt I guess it doesn’t really matter. You obviously don’t want me to be here with you, so why don’t you go have a great time and the driver and I will come back to pick you up later. How’s that sound?” You couldn’t even look at him as you spoke. You weren’t sure why it was suddenly spilling from your lips. It hurt though.
Peter stared at you. He really felt bad now. He took a deep breath. “Listen, you’re going in there with me. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way but you hate me, who's to say you won’t be the one ditching me tonight? Yeah, I asked because my aunt made me ask you. And you know, I probably wouldn’t be mean back to you if you weren’t mean to me first. It’s hard to like someone that’s mean to you all the time. But here I like you anyway and I asked you even though I thought you’d say no. And now I just don’t get you at all. Even more than before.” He huffed and put his head back against the seat.
“I like you too,” you said it, your voice so shy he almost didn’t believe you were the one saying it.
His head snapped to look at you.
You glanced at him wearily. “I’m sorry I’m mean… I don’t try to be… I just can’t help it okay? I don’t exactly have any experience with liking someone. It scares me. And I don’t exactly have a perfect role model for relationships. I just end up being mean and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I like you a lot and it made me so happy that you asked me to come with you tonight.”
Peter sighed then offered you his hand. “I’m beyond willing to try this if you promise you’ll work on not being so mean all the time.”
You slid your hand into his, “I promise.”
He smiled, kissed your hand, and the two of you finally got out of the car.
It was an amazing night, you couldn’t have asked for a better one.
Summary: Your friend sets you up with her friend, but what happens when you start to like this handsome guy that delivers to your job?
A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted in 800 years. This isn’t great but I just needed to write SOMETHING.
The look on your face should have told your best friend that you were done with her pestering. Once again she was mentioning some guy she wanted to set you up with.
“Come on, he’s a great guy,” MJ stated to you once again.
“Mary Jane,” you started. “I’m not going on a blind date, with anyone. It’s not my thing. I’d rather meet someone on my own and make a connection. Not feel obligated to like the person because you set us up. This is the last time I want to hear anything about this. I’m sick of it!”
She sighed, “Will you talk to him at least? Just text. You never know you might like him. I think you will at least. Plus then if you don’t like him you don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings to his face.” She reached over and grabbed your phone. Immediately she texted her friend.
You reached out for your phone but she kept it out of reach, and being in a cafe you knew better than to leap over the table at her. When she handed it back the message was sent.
‘Hey Peter, it’s MJ. This is my friend Y/Ns number she’d really like to get to know you so don’t screw this up!’
You groaned. “Dammit M, what the hell!”
“You won’t regret talking to him, I promise.”
Shaking your head you set your phone down. “Fine.” You didn’t tell her you were interested in someone, it would just end in too many questions that you didn’t even have the answers to.
It was a few hours later when you finally heard back from him. It was a simple ‘Hi Y/N’
‘Hey’ you responded. Then followed up with ‘sorry about MJ. You don’t have to talk to me’
Peter frowned to himself. He really did want to. MJ really knew how to talk you up. You sounded really sweet and cool. Even if you two just ended up as friends. ‘If you want me to leave you alone I will, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. It’s not like we have take it any further than that if you don’t want to.’
You debated his words. He had a good point. ‘Alright, I can manage that.’
And that was how it started. You became fast friends, only after about a month you wanted to meet and he always managed to get out of it somehow. It was rather a turn off.
Peter didn’t exactly want to miss the few times you tried to meet up with him. He was just busy. It wasn’t easy neglecting people that needed his help. It also wasn’t easy when he had packages to deliver to pay his bills.
You were really developing a crush on the delivery guy that came to your work. He was perfect. Curly brown hair and brown eyes. A nice build and he was always so sweet to you.
And God, since that first day he came in and left with a wink at you, you were hooked.
As much as Peter liked you, and while he wasn’t much of a flirt, there was a beautiful young lady that worked at one of the places he delivers to. When she bat her eyelashes at him he couldn’t stop himself from winking at her as he left.
That was the routine. You’d small chat with the man every time he was in. He flirted with you in subtle ways.
Only every time he left you thought of Peter. Frankly, you did find yourself liking him, a lot. He was sweet and really seemed to care about you. If only he’d meet you. You want to know if things would work between you if you were more than friends.
But getting ditched all the time was not something you wanted to happen. And if he was like that now, what was to say it wouldn’t be that way if you did start to date?
So that morning you texted him ‘Lets meet up friday night, please?’
Peter responded a few hours later, right before his delivery to your work. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’ He really would, but only because he had a feeling in his gut that you might actually like him and if that was true he wanted to break things to you easily. You might be perfect, but suddenly this new woman he’d met, well she was wonderful. And it wasn’t a set up like how it was with you because of MJ.
‘Friday night at 7? We can get dinner.’
‘Sounds good’ he put his phone away before walking into your job.
You smiled warmly at him. “Hey,” you greeted.
“Hey,” he said setting a package down on the counter. “Listen, are you free this weekend at all? I’d really like to take you out. If that’s okay I mean…”
Your face flushed but you nodded. “Yeah, not friday night but saturday for sure.”
Peter smiled wide, he offered his hand to you. “Peter,” he introduced, you’d been referring to him by his last name since that was what was printed on his shirt.
“Y/N,” you replied, a thought of how strange that was popped into your head but you knew there were plenty of people in the world with the name Peter so it was probably just a coincidence. And since it couldn’t be that he was really the other, at least if things didn’t work between you and MJ’s Peter, you would get to go out with this Peter, and at least you knew he liked you too.
The thought also swept through Peter’s head, but it couldn’t be right. He pushed it aside, but he if it turned out you were MJ’s Y/N, well then it turned out to be a win win.
The two of you made plans before he left.
You weren’t exactly sure how you were hoping things would turn out, but you hoped they would end up for the better.
When friday night finally rolled around you were nervous. You texted Peter, it’d been an entire day since you’d heard from him. Frankly, you were surprised he even answered you when he did.
‘Hey! Sorry I’ve been awol. Work’s been really busy and I’ve been running around too. I will be there in 10 minutes!’
You sighed to yourself, you were hoping he wouldn’t stand you up, again. You weren’t going to be that girl that got ditched at her table at a restaurant when you could have just said no and maybe been out with your delivery guy Peter right now.
Peter dropped down behind the restaurant and quickly changed out of his suit into some nicer jeans and a collared shirt. He shoved his suit in his bag and webbed it to a wall. He jogged up to the front of the small restaurant and went in. He realized he didn’t know who he was looking for so he gave your name to the hostess and she brought him off into the place. The second he spotted you he almost laughed to himself. He couldn’t really believe it.
You were too busy texting M.J. that you hadn’t noticed he was there until he sat down. When you glanced up you were surprised and a little embarrassed. “Oh my God.”
“We must really meant to be together if we managed to get set up two different ways,” Peter joked.
“I can’t believe this. This isn’t some joke right? Like you didn’t know it was me did you?” You asked. “Because I had no idea it was you and I feel a little shitty right now, for kind of being interested in someone that I didn’t know was you, if I’m being honest.”
Peter thought your words over. “Well I didn’t know you were the same you. I can’t say I didn’t have interest in either of you,” he put in air quotes. “But I’m kind of relieved you’re the same person because your personality is incredible, you’re funny and sweet and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”
You blushed deeply, “are you just trying to butter me up because we both kind of screwed up?”
He offered a small smile at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s true and I hope that this little screw up we had can be looked at as a good thing. To me it just says it was meant to be. I’d really like to date you.”
“I guess you’re kind of right,” you agreed. “You sure about that? You don’t have any other prospective girls waiting to go on a date with you, do you?”
He chuckled. “Apparently I like you so much I liked you twice.”
You smiled gently and let out a soft chuckle. “Same goes for me… but one thing, if we’re gonna do this can you just promise not to make plans with me if you aren’t going to follow through? It’s kind of hard trusting someone when your first few dates you were ditched.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I am really sorry about that. I can’t really promise that I won’t screw up but I want you to know I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I don’t hurt you. Because I want this to work.”
“Good, so do I,” you said, reaching across the table and intertwining your fingers with his.
He smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
20 years later you still laughed about how you got together.
