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Hot Mess | P. Parker

Pairing: dark!college!MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter cant seem to think clearly after your sinful evening with him. Maybe he’s been too hard on himself, maybe he needs to have somewhat of a normal life again, but maybe he just needs you.

Warnings: (18+) minors dni, aggressive!Peter, dark!Peter(?), smut, no proofreading, tony is present.

Word Count: 4.2k

K’s Note: look man i’m sorry my writing sucks, i was so excited to start this series but i totally blanked after the 1st chapter, i didn’t know where to go after it, and i feel like i’m not writing peter to be dark enough. hit me with some feed back & please motivate me 😭😭 **no tag list this chapter -- but there will be from now on. Reply to this post/send an ask to be added to ch 3!!

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X

A few weeks had passed, and Peter had an itch.

It felt like a venomous insect had been roaming his body for days, the dark parasite searching for a sweet spot to latch it’s fangs into — just like the spider that had granted Peter his unnatural abilities in the first place. It drove him insane, and for a few fleeting moments, Peter had thought he’d officially lost his head.

Realistically, you could easily blame it on his random depression episodes. Blaring some angsty rock and rap, sitting blankly as he wishes he could turn back time, or simply have another shot at this, aching for a fruitful life filled with friends and family as it’s been done before.

He’s thought about you far too much for his own liking, but he couldn’t control it. He didn’t know what exactly it was about you, but he’s drawn to it. He liked it more than he should, and instead of fighting himself on the matter, he’d let himself slowly slip away into thoughts of you.

Fantasies consumed him, anything between taking you out on an official date, to absolutely fucking you raw. In moments like this, he didn’t care about his identity anymore, he didn’t care about this so called responsibility for his powers — he wanted to be free from it, he wanted you, he wanted life again.

“Voltage is key knowledge in terms of electrical engineering. You must memorize voltage like it’s a second language, or you might fry your entire system one day...” The professor goes on and on, Peter’s ears tuning in and out of his words as he carelessly writes chicken scratch into his notepad.

His highly-trained brain is hazed with images of your angelic bare body, his own body drunk from reliving his memory with you. He could almost feel the soft indents of your waist, your smooth lips against his, the gentle yet harsh grip on his biceps with your dainty hands, and the image of you looking up at him with those innocent little doe eyes of yours burned into his mind.

Fuck, they were so beautiful.

Peter thought he must’ve lost his mind, because you’ve taken it over. He tried, he tried his hardest to block you out, but there was no denying how much he craved sharing his bed with you again, even if it was just one more time. He’s never done drugs before, but he imagined they were much similar to you.

If that’s the case, he’d never try them. He was utterly stuck on you like tape on paper, and he couldn’t get enough.

It pained Peter — he’s slept with dozens of girls in the past, loving them and leaving them, usually just to get his quick fix in. But there was something about you that drove him wild, almost to the brink of insanity.

It was like he could smell you. That sweet and succulent scent of extremely sweet bourbon mixed with heavy amounts of vanilla, so alluring yet so sexy. It was like you were right there in the room, right next —

“Voltage actually can exist without a current. In the physical attributes of voltage, its a scalar field. Think of potential unit per charge at every point in space.” The answer is intricate and the voice is familiar, a bittersweet sound of annoyance and passion, and it pulls Peter from his thoughts. As he meets the back of yet another familiar back of her head, she continues. “The voltage is always there. If a current is introduced, then it flows.”

She only sits a few rows ahead of him, and he’d bet a million dollars that it was her.

“Hm. Then explain the purpose of a battery.” The professor challenges you.

“It’s basic fundamentals of Physics, actually.” You stop to take a quick sip of your iced coffee. “The voltage is always there. Think about H2O and it’s recycling process as a loose simile for that. Once a current is introduced, only then it flows, creating a charge. That would establish, for example, a phone charging via it’s power cable, and into a wall jack.”

“How kind of you to finally participate in my lecture for once. Very knowledgeable, Miss Stark.” The professor nods with a tight irritated smile.

Peter immediately begins to cough uncontrollably at the sound of that last name, his lungs desperately reaching for air as he suddenly stands from his seat, fleeing the auditorium with his things, and sprinting down the street once he’s past it’s doors.

That’s the moment when Peter gave himself a self-diagnosis of insanity.

X

“Hello? Earth to Peter?” Harry walks along side his friend, who’s distraught.

That’s how it’s been recently — Peter, quiet, his mind battling with itself as his thoughts trace back to you.

It’s been a few more days, and Peter finally could understand the meaning of the madness in his brain, and although you sure are a pretty and fun girl that had unmistakably took full reign of Peter’s consciousness, you had also been the trigger.

Peter had realized how obsessed he was with distancing himself from society. The strict rules he’d constrained himself with has done him no justice, his happiness waining on a single police code that would sound through a shitty rigged radio.

He’s tired of living like this.

“Peter. Bro. What the hell’s been going on with you?” Harry’s voice is demanding this time, but he now has Peter’s full attention.

“Sorry man.” Peter laughs it off. “Thinking about that girl again.”

As he’s come to his realizations, Peter has been allowing himself small freedoms — including telling Harry all about his night with you.

“I wish you at least asked for her name. I coulda actually helped you.” Harry shakes his head.

“Yeah, I need to find her.” Peter sighs. “I’m tired of fucking random girls. I’d really like to get to know her.”

“Yeah, it’s great and all, but me and that new chick already broke up. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows on the other side.” Harry laughs. “Back to the hook-ups we go!”

Peter rolls his eyes. The two enter the convention center, passing security as they’re allowed their wristbands.

The Stark Expo is an event that the two would go to every year, a small tradition in their semi-long friendship, all thanks to Harry’s dad. As always, Peter would love to go. He enjoyed watching his old friends from afar, both Mr. Stark and Pepper, and occasionally, Dr. Banner. He’d seep into the crowd, hearing their voices once again as he’d blend in as just another stranger.

“Let’s check out this year’s inventions. I wanna see what he’s been up to.” Harry suggests, leading him further into the hall.

Peter’s standing around an encased watch, one that’s suited for militaristic power. It was to be sported by a soldier, yet instead of being programmed as a lethal weapon, it’s described as a medical communicator.

With a sigh, he moves on to look at the next piece of tech that Stark has to offer.

X

“Y/n, enough with the attitude. You’re giving me stress wrinkles.” Your father, legendary Tony Stark, rubs his temples. “You’re not going clubbing. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Well I’m not Iron Man. I don’t even —“

“Sweetheart, that’s enough. I said I don’t want to hear it.” Tony sighs. “If you’re inheriting this company, you don’t need to be skipping out on the expo. You have a whole crowd out there waiting to hear from you and that brilliant brain I passed down to you.”

Your eyes dart out to the small sliver between the stage curtains, a large and excited audience awaiting your arrival; little did you know, your mystery boy from a few weeks ago was sitting in the crowd, curious to hear you speak.

Peter’s nerves eased as he went through the expo’s pamphlet, his eyes catching the headline of A Few Words From Y/n Stark. Harry had pointed it out and was eager to hear her speak, to which Peter grew curious. He had always heard that Tony had a daughter, even before Strange’s spell; however, he’s never met her.

“She goes to NYU with us, right?” Peter asks Harry as they navigate through the crowd, and into the auditorium.

“Yeah, but she never shows up to her lectures. She’s supposedly crazy smart like her dad, and works at their labs and submits her class work online. I don’t know, something like that, but anyways — she’s also crazy hot. And she knows it. She’s every guy’s dream, but she’s hard to get, and guys are scared of her dad.” Harry laughs, instantly spewing all of the insider details. “I would be, too. Her dad is fucking Iron Man.”

“I think she’s in my electrical engineering class.” Peter says. “She was at the lecture yesterday.”

“She’s in most of mine. I try to talk her up sometimes, but I’m pretty sure she hates me — or she’s just playing hard to get. Again.” Harry shrugs.

The lights begin to dim, a spotlight igniting on the stage, the faint cheers in the crowd filling Peter’s ears. His eyes steady on the curtains, the anticipation killing him as he awaits your presence.

“You think that I could talk to her after this?” Harry nudges him.

“Well after hearing you describe it? I doubt it.” Peter shakes his head, a laugh escaping his mouth.

“Good evening, New York City!” You announce it with a boom, your confident smile taking over the crowd as they cheer and whistle, a strong hand on your hip as the curtains whip behind you.

Peter’s breath hitches.

He might’ve not known yesterday in the lecture hall, and that made sense. His brain was jumbled from his own overthinking and poisonous daydreaming, he wasn’t right in the head, so your voice didn’t click back then.

Now, it’s clear as day.

Peter first notices your hair, and how it’s cleanly slicked back into a neat high pony tail. Then his eyes trail down to the purposely barely buttoned white silk dress shirt acting as a deep plunged top, tucked dangerously into a pair of long, sleek black leather pants, paired with some black pumps.

Powerful, put together, and incredibly striking — just like your father. You embodied the playboy philanthropist that the world, and Peter, had grown to love over the years.

“Thank you all for coming out to see me tonight, it means a lot to me. Truly. I’m touched.” Your voice is resilient, and your cockiness is unmatched. “I heard you all want to hear about some next level tech, yeah?”

The crowd answers you with rampant howling and fist pumps. You continue to speak about your own opening project within Stark Industries, avoiding any talk of your father or the Avengers.

“Dude.” Peter is able to breathe again, his chestnut curls hanging low into his forehead as he violently taps Harry’s shoulder. “That’s her.”

“I know. I’m always right. Isn’t she hot as hell?” Harry nods in approval, his eyes also scanning your body.

“No, Harry, that’s her.” Peter’s eyes are locked onto you as you walk and talk smoothly on the stage, charming the crowd with your facts. “That’s the girl.”

“Shut the fuck up, Parker.” Harry looks at him seriously. “You’re telling me that you fucked Y/n Stark?”

“I’m 100% sure that I did, man.” Peter sighs, running a stressed hand through his chestnut curls.

Peter didn’t know how to act. He’s been dreaming of taking Tony’s daughter home, staking a claim in her, and never letting her go — for weeks. This entire time, it’s been Tony’s daughter that’s infected his mind, and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

Maybe it’s all too much. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he’s become a little too complacent.

“Please tell me you fucked the hell out of her.” Harry didn’t believe it, but from the look on Peter’s shocked and bewildered face, he knew Peter wouldn’t lie like that.

“I fucking did.” Peter lets out a single dry laugh. “Harry, dude, what do I do? How the hell — there’s not a chance that she’d get with me again.”

“Listen, Parker.” Harry puts his hands on Peter’s shoulders. “Whatever you did that night with her, do it again. It’s that simple. She’s hard to get, man, and whatever you did worked on her — so do it again.”

X

Stepping backstage, you grab a water, your father already marching up to give you a pat on the back.

“You’re a natural, kid.” Tony pinches your cheeks. “Proud of you.”

“Can I —“

“No fucking club. Cut that shit out, Y/n.” Tony shakes his head in disappointment. “The after party. Happy will be taking you, so you should probably go get ready.”

As you can tell, you had a love hate relationship with your father’s legacy. Sometimes it was too much for you and you wanted to leave and obtain some type of normalcy, and tonight happened to be one of those times.

“I’ll wait for you in the car, alright?” Happy waves off at you as he heads towards the exit.

You scramble for your purse and your phone, checking your notifications quickly as you move with a purpose, your hips swaying and your long legs strutting as you begin to disappear down the quiet, empty hall.

Until you run into someone.

You scrunch your eyes and nose, bracing yourself as you land straight into someone’s chest, and god was it hard.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole.” You scoff, shoving the body off of you — and it’s him.

His handsome curls, chiseled face, and deep brown eyes. He’s wearing another flannel again, with some jeans, and he looked quite similar to when you had first met him.

“It’s nice to see you again, too.” He says cheekily, his eyes staring straight at your lips. “Miss me, princess?”

Your brows furrow, and for some reason, he left you breathless — more so because he was the last person you’d expect to run into.

“Miss you?” You softly laugh in entertainment, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at him as sarcasm sneaks it’s way into your voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever missed a hook-up before, but sure dude, I missed you.”

Moving to walk past him, he stops you, his broad shoulders caving in as you as he backs you into the wall, a hand placed next to your head as he leans against it.

“Don’t lie to me.” Peter’s voice is devilish and sultry.

Suddenly, you remember how you felt that night. How he touched you unlike anyone else, his rough hands clinging to your body as if they belonged on you, how you begged him to do his worst to you.

And for a second, your face flushes with embarrassment.

“What do you want from me?” You challenge him. You’re one to play games, sure, but you wouldn’t be melting into his arms that easily.

“First of all, drop the attitude.” Peter clenches his jaw as he swallows, his bobbing adam’s apple catching your attention. “Second — don’t lie to me. I know you wanted to see me again, didn’t you?”

He’s not wrong. You had thought about him for days and figured that if you ever had a fuck buddy, he would’ve been the perfect candidate; however, it wasn’t a pressing matter to you, and you thought you’d be better off unattached.

Your eyes scan his lightly warm skin before wandering up to his charming brown eyes as he gives you that semi-worried smoldering face, his tousled chocolate waves hanging down his forehead in the sexiest way.

“And what if I did?” You say it sweetly as you sigh.

“I don’t know, Stark. Maybe I’ll think about taking you out to dinner this time before I fuck you.” His flat lined smile grows, flashing his perfect teeth. His calloused hands brush your cheek before tucking one single hair back into your ponytail. “Would you like that, gorgeous?”

“Come to the after party and meet me afterwards.” You say as you bite your cheek. “And I’ll think about it.”

X

The after party was like any other high-socialite gathering in New York City — overdone dresses, luxury dresses, and fake personalities. You didn’t mind it, but god, was it boring.

You follow behind your father, who talks big money with CEOs and high influencers, socializing lightly with glasses of top shelf bourbon and finely aged wine in their hands. As they converse, you couldn’t help but revisit the fantasies that swirl around your mind.

You still ran wild at the thrilling encounter you had with him in the hall way, his body pressed up against yours after so much time apart, the riveting sensation of him wanting you like he needed you. How he teased and toyed at you so perfectly, he was a rush and you felt it, you felt all of it, and you wanted to feel it again.

“Mr. Stark. Nice to finally meet you.” Your eyes snap to attention, and he’s standing right in front of you. He offers your dad a firm handshake. “Peter. Peter Parker.”

Peter Parker.

He ignores you entirely, fully engaged with your father, his friend — Harry Osborne? — standing alongside them. It is Harry, and that’s most likely how they got an invitation to the after party in the first place.

“You’re a little too familiar, and I don’t like it.” Tony says, throwing Peter a snobby and judge mental glare, swirling around his rock glass. “Where do I know you from?”

“Not quite sure, sir, but I am a fan of your work and I go to your expos every year.” Peter nods. His heart drops a little at the reality of talking to Mr. Stark again, but it was an encounter that he missed greatly.

“Hm. Very... well. Anyways, Sweetheart, maybe you should stay back with the Osborne kid and his friend.” Tony turns to you. “I’m gonna go find your mom.”

“Miss Stark, you look stunning.” Harry quickly chimes as your dad leaves.

“I’ll punch you in the throat, Harry.” You say it annoyingly, rolling your eyes.

“Harry — go enjoy yourself at the bar while I talk to my girl.” Peter smiles handsomely at you, grabbing your waist firmly as he leads more like drags you outside, leaving Harry to fend for himself.

“What are you doing?” You’re whisper shouting as the crisp New York air hits your skin, his strong arm still gripped tightly around your waist.

“I can tell you what I’m not doing.” Peter says it firmly, guiding you around the building. “And that’s waiting for you to make up your mind when you and I both know how badly you want this.”

In the alley, Peter pushes you against the wall again, your doe eyes wide at him as you begin to slip through his hands. He brings his face close to yours, hints of his warm breath tickling your skin.

“I really like you like this.” He whispers it ruggedly as he slightly presses his body into you, your own body squeezing against the wall. “Let me take you home.”

X

Your face presses against a solid, bare chest.

Quickly opening your eyes and propping yourself up, a plush white comforter falls down your waist as you then notice a sleeping Peter, his eyes shut beautifully as the sunlight hits his unclothed and very defined torso.

He’s so attractive in the morning, the way his bouncy waves of brown hair fluffs perfectly, his clenched jaw lighting up every little definition in his face, the subtle dark circles under his eyes hinting that he’s rough around the edges.

Looking up, you notice that you’re in his apartment again, just as you were weeks ago. You didn’t have anything on either, and as you look to throw on a nearby t-shirt, your mouth drops as you notice the tons of bruises on your body.

They coated you, purples and blues littering your skin as if you’ve been thrown into the lion’s den — and as you reach to throw the shirt on, your muscles absolutely ache at slight movement.

Peter’s arm wraps around you, yanking you back into the spot next to him, his body instantly forming to yours as your head lands back onto the pillow. He stirs for a few moments, his fingers rubbing circles on your side — and although it felt nice, so nice, you couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What are you doing?” You announce.

“Trying to sleep, obviously.” He breathes a groggy remark, followed by a yawn.

“Peter, get up.”

Peter opens his eyes, the angelic silhouette of your body leaving his bed as you adjust his Yankees shirt that you stole to cover up. As you head into his bathroom, he stretches, his own body tense from pounding you into the late hours of the night.

Peter scrambles to his feet, nothing but a pair of boxers on, stretching for a second time. Over into his kitchen area, he pours a glass of water.

“Do you hate me or something now?” Peter calls, his eyes trained on his glass.

“Yes.” You shout back, opening the door of his bathroom. You walk straight up to him, crossing your arms as he sleepily eyes you. “Do you see this? What happened last night, Fight Club?”

Peter’s eyes dart to the bruises on your legs with satisfaction as he lightly chuckles, catching himself as he bites his laugh back.

“It’s not my fault you kept begging me to go harder.” He smirks cheekily. He moves to walk past you, quickly bends down to kiss your cheek, then smoothly gives you a little slap on the ass.

“Hey!” You turn quickly, and as you do, you immediately notice the dozens of claw marks across his nakedly muscular back.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Peter nonchalantly turns his TV on, opening his phone to prepare a door dash order.

Obviously unspoken, the both of you were clearly hoping for each other. There’s a distinct connection each time both of your bodies collide, the two of you tasting sparks on each other’s tongues as if you’ve both been starved of love.

He wanted you to stay, and you didn’t want to leave.

“I just need coffee, but I —“

“10-45 reported on 49th and 6th, Rockefeller Center.”

Peter stands, his phone slamming to the floor as he quickly turns towards the radio.

“10-4, in route to the scene.”

“As you were — squad 2 and 6, requesting backup.”

“Fuck, I gotta go.” Peter rushes towards his bathroom.

“Go where?” You scrunch your nose at him. “What are you, a volunteer cop?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He’s digging through a clean laundry basket.

“Oh, hell no.” You scoff immediately before aggressively walking towards your pile of clothes from last night. “Not this again.”

“Woah, woah.” He’s holding a small piece of red fabric as he walks up to stop you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Far away from you.” You roll your eyes, reaching to move past him, but he stops you, and you couldn’t fathom how absurdly strong he is.

“Listen to me.” Peter’s sudden boyish voice is gone as he becomes demanding, his light brown eyes darkening. His free hand reaches to grab your chin so you had no choice but to look straight at him. “You’re going to sit your pretty little ass right here and make yourself at home while I go take care of this. Got me?”

“And why should I? I don’t even know you.” Your voice is full of venom, yet you let him touch you.

“You’re going to get to know me, just like I’m going to get to know you.” He lightly smiles, and somehow, it’s menacing.

And you like it.

“Fine.” You breathe. Suddenly, he’s ushering you into the bathroom. “What — Peter, what the —“

“Just stay in here until I leave.” He closes the door. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be back before you know it — and I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, too.”

Frustrated, you open the door right back — to find nothing but an empty apartment, and an opened window.

Just like that, you’re alone in Peter Parker’s apartment.

Again.

X

Peter swings from building to building, his wrist swiftly aiming as he shoots his webs, his body nearly flying to the Rockefeller Center. Adrenaline pumps in his veins as he wraps his head around the 10-45 — a bomb.

As he does, he knew he’d have to make it quick and seamless. After all, he has to get back home to you before he loses you again.

Maybe, that’s what it was — losing you again. Fierce, ruthless, and flawless; he knew from the start that you’re a dominant and compelling young woman. You had dragged him out of his lonely misery, and for that, he adores you.

Peter had a gut feeling that it wasn’t just erotic, passionate sex. It’s not the crippling need to be with you, or to lay you down and kick you out like so many other poor girls he’s wasted time with.

You showed him a sense of promise, you made him feel needed. He saw that with you, there’s a potential to feel loved by someone again, almost like you’re the ticket back into life itself.

And although you only gave him the smallest glimpse of hope, it was the only hope he has left.

X

[waitimcomingtoo]

And Everything Just Stops

Pairing: Peter Parker x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after getting stood up on a date, you go to Peters apartment for comfort, leading to more than one secret coming out

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*contains greys anatomy season 6 spoilers*

“Will anyone else be joining you tonight?”

“Yeah. He’ll be here any minute. He’s just a little late.” You told the waitress as your eyes flicked to the empty seat across from you.

“Okay. I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” The waitress gave you a smile before walking away. She returned five minutes later to refill your water.

“Thanks.” You smiled at her before checking your watch. It was 7:13 now. The plan was to meet at 7. You had gotten there five minutes early and your date had yet to arrive.

“No problem. Did you want to order anything while you wait?” She asked you.

“No. That’s okay. He’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. I’ll check in again soon.” She gave you another smile before walking away. Another ten minutes went by and you had memorized the menu at that point. Another ten went by after that and you were starting to get uncomfortable with the amount of people staring at you. Five minutes after that, the waitress came back over with a cupcake on a plate.

“Here. It’s on the house.” She said as she set the cupcake down in front of you. You tore your eyes away from the empty seat and gave her a weak smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly and slid down in your seat, turning your face to hide the embarrassment you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, honey. But if you’re not gonna order anything, we really need the table.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You nodded and gave her another weak smile. You thought the waitress would go away, but instead, she sat down across from you.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not eating alone tonight. I’m not letting you.” She said as she unraveled the napkin and sliced the cupcake in half. She gave you half of it and took the another half for herself before holding it up.

“Thanks.” You clinked your cupcake against hers before taking a bite.

“So what was his name?“ She asked before taking a bite of the cupcake.

“Who?”

“The asshole who stood you up.”

“Jason.” You told her as you picked off the bottom of your cupcake.

“Ew. A J name? You agreed to go out with a J name?” She asked and scrunched her nose in disgust.

“He was really nice, okay?” You laughed dat her reaction. “And he was interested in me. And it’s been a minute since someone was interested in me.”

“There is no excuse for accepting a date with a man with a J name.” She shook her head and finished her cupcake.

“They can’t all be bad, right? What about Jim Carey or….um…damn it. That’s the only good guy I can think of.”

“See?“ The waitress smirked as she checked the time on her phone.

“My break is over soon. Do you have somewhere you can go?” She asked you.

“Yeah. My best friends house. He’ll take care of me.” You smiled sadly and got out of your seat.

“Good. I hope you feel better. Whoever this Jason guy is, he’s an idiot. And a loser. Don’t an idiot loser make you feel bad about yourself.” The waitress told you as she put her hand on your shoulder.

“I won’t.” You smiled, sincerely this time.

“All right. Get home safe.” She winked at you before walking away.

“Wait.” You called after her, and she turned around.

“What’s your name?”

“Jane.” She told you with a coy smile.

“J name.” You smiled in surprise.

“We’re not all bad.” She winked again before walking away. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality and leaving the restaurant. You told your parents you’d be out late back when you assumed you’d be going on a date so you couldn’t go home and face them. You started walking in the direction of Peters apartment and thought about what had happened tonight. A boy pursued you, got you to agree to a date with him, and then stood you up. Your bottom lip began to tremble and hot tears of embarrassment slipped down your cheeks. You passed a couple holding hands and picked up your pace. You broke into a run and ran all the way to Peters apartment as tears ran down your face. You knocked on his front door and wiped your face as you waited for him to answer. Finally, May opened the door.

“Oh. Hi May.” You smiled through your tears and wiped your face on the back of your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing here so late?” She asked with a sympathetic smile.

“I was looking for Peter. Is he home?”

“No, I’m sorry. He’s not. He’s out on….a walk.” She lied to cover for her nephew.

“Okay. I’ll just call him later. Sorry to bother you.” You gave her another teary smile and turned to walk away.

“Wait a minute.” She said and gently caught your wrist. She pulled you back towards her and put her hands on your face to wipe your tears away.

“I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve wiped your snot and dried your tears hundreds of times. You’re my baby. And I take care of my babies. Come in and tell me what happened.”

You started to cry again as she took you inside and closed the door behind you. Once you were both inside, May opened her arms to you. You let out a whimper before stepping into her arms. She hugged you tightly and stroked your hair to calm you down. You clutched her shirt and cried into her shoulder until you felt like you could talk.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” May asked as she grabbed you a tissue.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get out of this stupid outfit.” You wiped your eyes before looking down at the dress you had put on for your date.

“Do you have any clothes here?” May asked you.

“Yeah. In Peters room.”

“Go get changed. I’ll get you some makeup remover.”

May squeezed your hand before sending you off to Peters room. You found that the only clothes you had in his room were a pair of Jean shorts and a fitted shirt, and you didn’t particularly feel like putting that on. You grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipped into those before throwing on one of his T shirts, the kind with the stupid science pun. May came into his room with a couple makeup wipes and helped you wipe off the makeup you had spent an hour on in an attempt to look perfect.

“Okay. All clean. Now tell me what happened.” She said once all your makeup was wiped away.

“I can’t. It’s so stupid.” Your voice cracked when you spoke.

“It’s not stupid if it brought you to tears.” May said as she tucked some of your hair behind your ear. You looked at her with a trembling lip before caving.

“I was supposed to go on a date with this guy tonight. I was so excited to go. I planned my outfit a week in advance and then changed three times and then went back to the outfit I had on in the first place. I did my hair and my makeup and tried on every pair of shoes I own. As if he would even notice the kind of shoes I had on. But even so, I made sure I smelled good and I painted my nails and I even wore a necklace that he complimented once.”

“And?”

“And he never showed up.” Your voice cracked as you started to cry again.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” May said as she pulled you into her arms.

“It’s fine. I’m just mad that I shaved my legs for nothing.” You sniffled against her shoulder.

“It’s not fine. He had a commitment with you and he didn’t honor it. That’s not okay.”

“I know. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. So it’s not fine. But it’s okay.” You shrugged and gave her a sad smile. Just as May was going to respond, Peter came into his room.

“May, do you know how to get blood out-“ Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was dressed in the Spiderman suit. He had blood all over the crotch of the suit and what looked like the early stages of a black eye. Peter was looking at you with the same amount of confusion as you had. Leftover mascara had gathered around your eyes and was visible in faint traces down your cheeks.

“You’re crying?” Peter asked with sympathetic eyes.

“You’re Spiderman?” You practically screamed.

“You’re crying.” Peter rushed to you and put his hands on your face.

“Is your dick bleeding?” You asked as you wrapped your hand around his wrists.

“It’s not my blood. It’s some dudes. Why are you crying?” Peter asked as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“You’re wiping my tears with your gloved Spiderman hands.” You said, mostly to yourself when you felt the material of Peters gloves against your face.

“Yes. I am.” Peter smiled a little. “But why are you crying? What happened? Did you watch that episode of Greys Anatomy where that doctor gets hit by a bus and then joins the army in the elevator or something? What did I tell you about watching that? You cried so hard you threw up last time.”

“Do not bring up George O’Malley to me right now. Do not talk about the elevator scene to me right now. Because if I think about the elevator doors opening to show his shaved head and his army uniform I’m gonna-“ You cut yourself off when hot tears started pouring down your face. You looked up at the ceiling and fanned yourself to try and stop them.

“Woah, woah, woah. Don’t cry. I got you. I’m right here. I got you.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him and buried your face in his shoulder as he held you as close as possible.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” May smiled knowingly and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Peter asked as he pulled away just enough to cup your face in his hands.

“No. Do you want to tell me how long you’ve been a super hero?”

“Since freshman year. Now tell me what happened.” Peter repeated, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“I had a date tonight.” You told him and watched his expression go from concerned to upset. He felt jealousy bubble up in his stomach but he knew he had to ignore it for your sake.

“You did? With who?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady to mask his disappointment.

“Jason Yang.”

“Ew.” Peter scrunched his nose. “A J name? Are you insane?”

“Apparently.” You laughed sadly.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well? Unless these are happy tears.”

“No. It didn’t go well. It didn’t go at all.”

“What do you mean?“

“He never showed up.” Your told him, your voice cracking on the last word.

“What?” Peters disappointment changed to anger in an instant. He was still upset you had agreed to a date with another boy, but even more so he was angrier that the boy didn’t have the decency to show up.

“He stood me up. He didn’t even say he wasn’t gonna come. He just left me waiting at the restaurant for an hour. And then I met this waitress and I think she was my fairy god mother or my lesbian awakening but either way she and the entire restaurant were looking at me like I was the most pathetic thing they had ever seen.”

“Hey, hey hey. It’s okay, honey. Come here.” Peter said and pulled d you back into his arms. He pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you?” He asked sincerely.

“Peter.” You playfully whined and rested your head back on his shoulder.

“I will. I will do it. I will go to his house and woop his ass. I will woop it until there is nothing left to woop.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Really? Will you? With your spider powers?” You pulled away to smile sarcastically at him.

“Yes.” Peter returned the smile. “With the power of a thousand spiders. I will woop him so hard he can’t stand anyone up ever again because he won’t be able to stand. Because he will have been wooped into oblivion.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I love you too much to let you do something that would land you in prison.” You chuckled and wiped your face with the back of your hand. Peter felt his heart yearn a little for you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I could never leave you behind like that.” He said as he tucked your face behind your face ear. It wasn’t in your face, he just wanted to touch you. You stared at each other for a minute and his gaze dropped to your lips. He reminded himself of the situation and quickly cleared his throat.

“I’m still trying to figure out why in the chicken friend fuck that guy would stand you up. I mean, you? The most beautiful girl on the freaking planet? He’s lucky you said yes. He’s lucky you even looked his way. And I’ve seen him. I’ve seen this Jason Yang son of a biatch. He’s not exactly a panty dropper. He has visible ear wax in his ears.”

“Peter. Ew.” You groaned and playfully shoved him.

“He does. I don’t understand people who aren’t constantly cleaning their ears. The orgasmic feeling of putting a Cotten swab in your ear hole is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.” Peter stated, making you laugh. He smiled now that he had you laughing again hoped that meant you were feeling better.

“Don’t say ear hole. It’s called the earussy and you know that.” You said in a serious tone, making Peter laugh. When his laughter died down, he looked at you and let out a happy sigh.

“You know what I love about you?” Peter smiled. “In the rare moments you let someone see you cry, and I’m talking about when you are at your absolute lowest, your first instinct is to make people laugh.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you couldn’t find the right words. You felt your face heat up from the compliment and smiled shyly at Peter.

“I love you too.” You said quietly as you stared into his eyes. Peters entire face turned red and he let out a nervous laugh. You both felt the awkward tension from how real the conversation got and looked away.

“So, uh, how’d you get that blood on your crotch there?” You asked to change the subject and pointed to his bloody suit. Peter looked down at the blood before shrugging.

“A stabbing.” He said like it was the most causal thing in the world.

“Were you stabbed?”

“No.” Peter shrugged.

“So you stabbed somebody?”

“Also no. This one dude stabbed this other guy and I was kinda in the middle in a sorta Oreo situation. Me being the creme, of course.”

“Mm. Right.” You nodded. “I’ve always thought of you as the creme.”

“Wow. That sentence is definitely gonna come back to haunt me in my Peter on Peter time but right now, I just need to make sure my beautiful best friend is okay.” Peter replied, making you smile once again.

“I’m okay.” You shrugged. “He wasn’t the one.”

“I know. I promise you, your soulmate isn’t a man who has the kind of car he drives written in his Instagram bio.”

“Does he really?” You laughed. “What kind of car?”

“Ford Fiesta.”

“Damn. It’s a shame I’m missing out on all of that.”

“I know. My heart goes out to you.” Peter replied sarcastically. You threw your head back as you laughed and forgot all about the bad date.

“So did you make that get up yourself?” You asked and gestured to Peters suit.

“I did not. You know Tony Stark?”

“Shut up.” Your eyes widened when you caught on to what he was suggesting.

“Yep. He made it for me.”

“Are you serious? You’re friends with a billionaire.”

“I mean, he finds me incredibly annoying and won’t return my calls, but I’d say we’re pretty close friends.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh again.

“Just when I thought I knew everything about you, you show up in this.” You shook your head in disbelief and stared at his outfit.

“I thought I knew everything about you too. And yet my aunt knew you had a date with some other boy before I did.” Peter replied. You suddenly remembered the date and looked down at the ground.

“I didn’t want to tell you.“ You said quietly.

“Why not?” Peter shrugged.

“Peter.” You said with a sad smile.

“What? Why couldn’t you tell me?” He asked again. You gave him a look that silently pleaded for him not to make you say it. That’s when Peter realized the secret feelings he had for you were not a secret.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as he eyes fell to the floor. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it as he went over everything in his head. Every time he thought he was being subtle or laid awake at night wondering how he’d ever tell you how he felt replayed in his mind. You sat beside him and stayed in silence for what felt like a full minute.

“You know?” He asked without looking at you.

“Yeah, Pete.” You said softly. “I know.”

“Who told you?”

“You did.” You smiled a little. “With the way you carry my books and pull out my chair for me whenever I go to sit down. And the way you sprint down the hallway to just open doors for me. I haven’t opened a door for myself since knowing you.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Peter mumbled, making you crack a smile.

“You also do this thing where you look at me when someone says something funny. It’s like, you won’t laugh unless you confirm that I also found it funny. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.” Peter said as he finally looked at you.

“I always have a good time when I’m with you. You’re my best friend.” You said and put your hand on top of his. Peter looked at your hands and felt his tears come back.

“I don’t want you like a best friend.” He said quietly.

“Peter.” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I think that if you gave me a chance, I could make you really happy.” He told you, still not looking at you.

“You already make me happy. That’s why we’re best friends.”

“I know. But I have this theory that if you let me do all the things I wanted to do for you, the things I restrain myself from doing because I don’t want to cross any boundaries, I think I could make you even happier.”

“That’s your theory, huh?” You chuckled softly.

“Yeah. It’s a theory I’m working with.” He replied, smiled a little as well.

“And what are the things you restrain yourself from doing?” You asked him. Upon hearing the playful tone of your voice, Peter looked up at you.

“For starters, I have to fight the urge to tell you you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire universe like, 100% of the time.” Peter began. “And that means something coming from me, because I’ve legit been to space. And trust me, not even the stars are as pretty as you. They can’t compete. It’s almost unfair. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

“Even now?” You asked skeptically as you internally screamed at what he had just said.

“Of course now. The crying makes your lips bigger and your eyelashes look longer.” Peter told you. “You actually look really good right now. The lighting could use some work but other than that, you look amazing.”

You laughed at what he said and gave his hand a squeeze. You both looked at your hands as Peter intertwined his fingers with yours.

“So what, uh, what other urges are you fighting?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes.

“The urge to beat the shit out of the idiot who stood you up.” He replied, making you crack a smile.

“Anything else?”

Peter looked at you and felt his entire face flush up to the tips of his ears. His gaze dropped to your lips and he gulped loudly.

“Most of all, I’m fighting the urge to kiss you right now.” He said, eyes glued to your lips.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop fighting.” You said before crashing your lips to his. Peter immediately cupped your face and kissed you back, the way he’d been wanting to for years. You wrapped your hands around his wrists, smiling into the kiss when you felt the material of his suit beneath your fingertips. The kiss was only interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“I’m brought some more- oh. You’re kissing. I did not see that coming.” May said, mostly to herself.

“May!” Peter whined. “Get out.”

“Okay. I brought some snacks though. Since you didn’t eat dinner on your date because he never showed up.” May said, making you let out a little whimper.

“May! Don’t remind her.” Peter whined again and threw a pillow at the door.

“It’s okay. I found something better.” You told May, making Peter smile. She winked at you before shutting the door, leaving you and Peter alone again. Peter turned to you and used his gloved pinky to tilt your face towards his own.

“So.” He smiled. “Where were we?“

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Hot Mess | P. Parker

Pairing: dark!college!MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: After two years, Peter's on his own, turning his back on his past and gaining independance as Spider-man. Agreeing to go to another dumb frat party with his new friend Harry Osborne in exchange for a job at Oscorp, he didn't think the night would end up with you.

Warnings: (18+) Follows ending of No Way Home, MCU spoilers. alcohol, lots of smut minors dni (primary scene is in this first chapter for storyline purposes), one night stand, degrading (name calling), dom!peter, dark!peter, slight choking, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 3.3K

K's Note: so im throwing up rn bc i have anxiety and i really want everyone to like this series. chapter 2 is already in the works and should be a lot longer, chapter one is primarily a preface, everything will piece together a little better once that's up:) enjoy!

*Series Masterlist | Ending NWH Scene - based off of.

Chapter One | His Apartment

X

Peter had tasted nothing but bitter tragedy following his public incidences over two years ago. Although he now manages to block those graphic memories out, the same memories sometimes tend to linger in his mind, and it nearly breaks him every time.

Images of two other Spider-men fighting alongside him, Dr Strange waving his hands gloriously as he casts ancient spells, and both Ned and MJ standing by with hopeful eyes -- all while the public chanted his name. Peter Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Parker.

Peter wanted to believe that he made the right choice. He originally came to the conclusion that a normal life wasn’t for him, and instead he has destiny to save lives in his red suit, and that's his purpose in the universe; therefore, there’s no going back, no MIT with his old friends, and no living the best of both lives.

Well, at least that's what he thought when everyone had forgotten him.

For what felt like weeks on end, he was lost — there was no more turning to Mr. Stark or Dr. Strange, he couldn't ask Aunt May what was on the menu for dinner tonight, and he couldn't give MJ a late night Face Time.

Despite the never ending nightmare that seems to haunt Peter like an unearthly curse, he felt hopeful within the small top-floor apartment within the olden brown-brick building he had been renting in the midst of Queens, NY.

He's alone, yet he's independent. It's not that he has no one left, but it's that he's now self sufficient and can confidently follow what seems to be his destiny by remembering what those he's met along the way have taught him.

And he's content with it.

And he's content with it.

Peter sits in his black rolling chair, his feet kicked onto his desk as he fiddles with a pencil. Physics class work is sprawled next to an open laptop, and as Peter stares at the blank pages of his notebook, he listens in to the police radio that would sound with static every now and then, the intermittency of the frequency dialed poorly due to the excitement Peter had when he first discovered it -- he's too lazy to fix it.

The static grows nosier, then draws back, a few voices of policemen exchanging crime codes, yet none of them are relevant enough for him to swing in to save the day.

He sighs as he throws his head back in boredom, frustration clouding his brilliant mind as he hasn’t heard a single thing from that damn radio. He was itching to throw his suit on, kick doors down, and sling some webs — basically anything besides his school work.

Laying low and living a quiet double life was something Peter had finally mastered after these gruesome two years. Working part time, attending college, and paying bills came to him easily. When crime and chaos would erupt in the city, he would discretely change into his suit and swing into action within minutes, and the more it happened, the sooner he’d be able to master that, too.

“Yo what’s up?” Peter is quick to pick up his vibrating phone, answering the call from one of the only real relationships he’s allowed himself to make in this new chapter of his.

To be clear, Peter didn’t just mature and tame the balance between his suit and his normal life. It wasn’t easy. He had four simple yet selfless rules for himself — no friends, no family, no females. No relationships. Peter’s philosophy was that he can’t get close to anyone, and no one could get close to him.

Well, except for Harry. Harry is pretty dense when it comes to street smarts.

“Hey, man. Don’t hate me, but I gotta put my foot down on this one.” Harry, answers. “You’re coming out with me tonight, buddy.”

“I don’t do that stuff, Harry.” Peter sighs, spinning around in his chair to stare at the police radio. “I’m done with that stuff, remember?”

“Just do me a solid, Peter. Come out with me.” Harry presses. "Stop being a loser."

“Why should I?” Peter entertains it. As much as he appreciates his only friend, Harry could be annoying at times, but Peter would never want to lose him — he’d go mad if he had no one to talk to at all.

“Because you’re my best friend, man. I’m tired of going alone, and it’s kinda up your alley.” Harry explains. “Look… if you go with me, I’ll finally hook you up at Oscorp.”

“Really?” Peter’s brows raise in delight, his feet falling to the floor as he sits up. Harry's offer was believable, especially since he's the son of the CEO. “With a job and everything?”

“Yeah, dude. My co-workers at Oscorp will be there, too, hence why it's up your alley. I'll be at yours in a few.” Harry finishes, the line going silent.

Peter hated parties. In his first year of college, Harry had dragged Peter to every house party he could find, ever since they met at freshman orientation. In Peter’s second year, he vowed never again.

But getting hooked up with Oscorp? He figured that getting into that place would build up his resume, so he could finally get a hand in Stark Industries. For some odd reason, Peter felt attached to Mr. Stark's legacy, and even if he was no longer tied to the famed hero or the rest of the Avengers, he felt obligated to be at a safe distance from those he loved -- even if it meant that he would be some nobody that worked there.

Harry would be here at any moment — he lives down the hall, renting one of the other studio apartments in the same brown building.

Throwing on a more appealing shirt/flannel duo and some jeans and converse, Peter takes one quick look in the mirror, using his fingers to attempt to fix up his short light brown waves, then patiently waits for Harry.

X

Some uppidy pop/trap/club mix thumps throughout the entire frat house. A large game of beer pong was playing in the middle of what seemed to be a dirty living room, while an entire crowd mingles, drinks, and dances throughout the property.

Harry had explained on the way here that he basically tricked Peter into going out. He was going on about finally having a girlfriend after a while, and he wanted Peter to finally put himself out there so he wouldn't feel bad if Harry gets too kept-up with his new girl.

Peter wanted to get irritated with him, but he found it easier to just shut up and go. Plus, Harry was right -- its been a while since Peter has been out for a night as the normal college student he’s supposed to be.

The only thing that Peter was hesitant with would be Harry’s determination to find him some company, because a lover would potentially disrupt his lowkey routine as ‘Peter, just Peter’. He was doing incredibly well by sacrificing the need of any more loved ones near him, and having another girl at his side would only jeopardize the two years of progress he’s made.

So as Peter and Harry blend into the crowd of rowdy college students, arms full of beers, Peter decides to get unequivocally hammered in attempts at blocking out Harry's dumb ideas, and actually letting loose for once.

Harry drags him around, and they find the coworkers from Oscorp. Peter instantly clicks with them, bonding with the other scientists that seemed to like him back. The two mesh into the small group, then proceed to bounce around the party. The group takes turns with a beer funnel before easing into more drunken conversation and even a few (terribly messy) games of beer pong.

“Yo, this guy is great. Cant wait for you to join our team.” One of Harry’s friends says it through slurred words.

“I can'tttt even wait.” Peter agrees, his words just as trashed as his.

This felt nice. Its not like the initial house parties that Peter first attended with Harry — but maybe, Peter thought it was the high school parties that he’d get picked on at, that made him hate them so much.

It’s different now. Peter’s grown. He’s his own person, establishing a new-found confidence and dominance that his skinny high school self would’t even recognize.

Momentarily, Peter walks away from the group, finding a lonely beer cooler in the backyard. Reaching to grab another beer, he completely bodies into someone.

“Woah. What the fuck, man?” You were completely taken out, landing in the grass, your feisty attitude spilling out of your mouth without a filter.

“Shit, ‘m sorry.” Peter’s still drunk, yet the action had sobered him up a little bit — and although he felt bad for knocking you on your ass, he was suddenly glad that he did.

Helping you up, he watches you intently as you brush off your tight mini skirt, your hands then moving to the tight matching top you had on, your visible sinched midriff teasing him. You then go to brush a strand of grass out of your hair, yet as you do, he stops you, removing the grass with his own hand, and tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“So is that how you pick up girls or something?” Your attitude fades away as your eyes soften at the sight of his intense jawline, kind brown eyes, and wonderfully tousled chocolate waves. You wanted to give him some more harsh words, but the adorably confused look on his face told you that he wasn't a threat, but simply a gentle and clumsy guy.

“I — no, I don’t really do that.” His eyes are boyishly stuck on your chest, and although your shirt didn’t show any cleavage, god was that shirt just perfectly tight on you. “I’m just genuinely — I’m really sorry about that.”

“Hey.” You answer, noticing where his gaze fell, a sly smile creeping on your lips. Ignoring his apology, you place one of your hands on the side of his chiseled face, cupping his cheek. “Don’t look down there, look at me.”

“Fuck, I —“ Peter squeezes his eyes closed, then opens them to look at you in those big eyes of yours, all while enjoying your soft touch on his face. “I — shit, I didn’t mean to —“

“Mean to what?” As you’ve been looking at him, there was something about his innocent face that made you think he’d throw you around like a rag doll — and although you told yourself you wouldn’t hook up with anyone tonight, something in you wanted to find out if he would. “Hm? Mean to stare at my tits?”

“Yeah.” Peter sighs, and although his face is red with embarrassment, it’s also hot from not only staring at you like you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, but also the slight seduction in your voice that seems to tear him away from his one sole promise of not involving himself with a girl tonight.

But… something with no strings attached shouldn’t hurt, right?

“Mm, I’m actually really ok with you looking.” You say it daringly, using your thumb to pull his chin down so he could get a clear view. With the help of your natural confidence, something in you knew that he’d bite. “Maybe I’d let you see them.”

Your eyes lie on him as he takes a few moments to think. He smelled good, really good, especially for drinking at a frat party, and you were interested in the type of light woodsy cologne he was wearing. His shirt and flannel looked just as nice on him, and as you took in the view of your mysterious cute guy of the night, you thought he’d be a great candidate to take home to your dad.

Clean cut, normal, smart looking, well mannered. Slightly charming. Respectful.

Like you’d be taking him home to meet your dad. Funny one, Y/n, you’re hilarious.

“You’d be into that?” Peter phases out of his gawky awkwardness, regaining a sense of authority over himself. For just once, he wanted some type of action, shit, he’s still a boy with hormones. Do you know how long it’s been since he’s been laid?

“With you? Yes I would.” You return quickly, your thumb now brushing the corner of his lips. “Why don’t you get me out of here?”

X

Your back hits the inside wall of his apartment ridiculously hard, the wind knocked out of you as Peter presses his lips to your neck in a frenzy, the delightful touch of his softness spreading through your neck. With a swift hand, he lifts the top of your shirt up, exposing your perfectly perky breasts.

“God, you’re such a pretty little thing.” Peter says it darkly, eyeing your angelic body in that tight little set, then kissing the tops of your cleavage, his touch tickling you with delight. Your eyes shut with bliss as he continues to pepper you with feverish kisses, the touch driving you wild with ecstasy.

He then meets your lips, and almost immediately, you both share sloppy, wet kisses, your tongues battling for dominance -- and you couldn’t figure out if you wanted him to fuck you already, or if you wanted the kisses to last forever, because fuck, he’s good at it.

He places a strong arm around your waist, picking you up and nearly flinging you onto his bed. As you prop yourself up with an elbow, you catch him with his flannel already off, and now almost tearing his t-shirt off of his broad body, revealing a tight, toned, and very fit build.

Peter looked like a dark wet dream — the way his perfectly messy hair tousles above his head, his dim-litted eyes looking at you immorally, his body something of a greek fantasy. He was everything you ever craved, and more, and it pained you.

“Aw, what’s wrong babe?” Peter asks it as if he had no clue how insanely attractive he is, towering over you with his sculpted abs on display as you laid there on his bed like a delicate flower. “Not so confident anymore, are you?”

“Shut up and just put your mouth on me.” You tried to sound it out as you normally would, but Peter saw right through you.

He approaches, dragging you to the edge of the bed so that your ass was right there, and he kneels onto the floor, lifting up your skirt with more of his brute force, and pushing your panties to the side. His eyes light up as his fingers are met with your glistening heat.

“You’re so needy, and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” He gives a cheeky smile, and somehow, it’s almost menacing. “Be a good girl for me, ok?”

Before you can reply, his tongue is already flicking at your silky folds, making their way to your sensitive little bud. You arch your back at the intense bliss that Peter was granting you, your body squirming at his impressive touch. A soft string of lovely, attractive little moans sounds from your mouth, and Peter can't get enough of it.

His hands rub the inside of your thighs, then he presses down on your stomach, and suddenly, you feel a fire burning in your core, your hands interlacing with his chestnut curls.

“I’m —“

“Let it out, all over my face.” Peter breathes. “Come on pretty girl, cum for me.”

As his tongue laps your wetness quicker than before, and your body jerks with uncontrollable pleasure, you can’t help but fail to contain yourself as your juices squirt onto his handsome face, your moans loud and sexy.

And just like that, Peter knew he needed you.

As you sit up, you notice him licking his fingers clean, and he swipes a bit of your sweet cum off of his cheek.

“Open.” Peter’s voice is rugged and demanding as his eyes are full of lust, his fingers reaching towards your lips. You do as ordered, your lips parting as his thick fingers enter your mouth, your own sweetness filling your tastebuds. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

As he removes his jeans, he looks down at you with pure seduction, loving the way you say so patient just for him. Taking off his boxers, his thick cock slaps to his stomach, a glistening string of precum dripping from his head as the boxers fall to the floor. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

Never have you ever wanted a cock in your mouth so badly before, and like you were his fucking wife, you gladly dropped to your knees, taking his package inbetween your lips, and down your throat.

And god, it burned. Everything was burning — the lust, the passion, the desire to have him inside of you. His hands find the back of your head, and he twirls your hair around his fingers.

And there, on the cold hardwood floor of his apartment, you kneel, sitting on the back of your heels, your skirt hiked up to your waist, and you boobs still sticking out of that tight shirt, your tongue swirling around his cock as you look up at him through foxy doe eyes, as if you were his personal little whore.

“Good girl, just like that.” Peter says in between groans, his large hands helping you bob onto his throbbing cock. Usually you’d shove a guy off at an action like that, but here you are, loving the feeling of him filling your throat, the idea of him dominating you driving you over the edge.

Then, for a split second, he thrusts into your gorgeous little face, facefucking you til you couldn't take it anymore.

“C’mon,” Peter stops you once you've had enough, and you pull away, a sinful trail of spit still connected to your lips. He then lifts you up and throws you back onto his bed, tearing that god damn skirt off of you, followed by ripping your tight shirt off of you. He pumps his cock a few times, his eyes never leaving your heavenly body.

“Look at you. All pretty for me.” Peter says, his fingers still stroking his hard on while he places his free hand back onto your heat, rubbing slow circles. “You like it when I do this to you?”

“Y, fuck — yes.” You can barely speak, you need him in you, desperately.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He toys, the tip of his cock just barely grazing your entrance. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh my god.” You huff, “Fucking use me already.”

“You’re going to be a good little slut for me, right?” Peter continues to tease, his eyes eating up the sight of your dainty body and dripping core.

“Y — yes,” You sweetly moan, his ears filling with pleasure.

“Mm, you like it when I treat you like this, don’t you?” He suddenly enters your glistening pussy without warning, and you sigh joyfully at the feeling of him stretching you out with his thick cock, a deep groan escaping his lips as he begins to pump in and out of you.

“Fuck, yes, I —” You say it just as your breath hitches in overwhelming pleasure, looking up at him through seductive feline eyes, and it drives Peter insane. "Let me be your dirty little cum slut."

He begins to thrust in and out of you, pounding into you senselessly after hearing your words as a strong hand reaches around your throat. He leans into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Do you like it? Tell me how my cock feels.” Peter pants in between thrusts.

“So fucking — good.” You moan it sweetly as you lie there, taking his throbbing member like the good little girl you are. Peter looks down at the sight with extreme pleasure, going faster, just to hear how amazing you moan for him.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this.” He lets go of your throat, now grabbing a handful of your ass as he uses it to hold on, his thrusts reaching deeper into your wet core. “You’re such a pretty little slut for me, fuck.”

“Fuck I’m going to — fuck.” You gasp, holding onto Peter’s rock hard bicep.

“Come on, babe, all over me.” He begs now, his pace never slowing.

Just as you cry out in utter bliss, he waits for you to come down from your orgasm, and like perfect timing, his load shoots onto your bare chest, your angelic figure soaked in his cum.

X

It wasn’t that deep, but you loved it. Fuck, he loved it.

Bottom line is, is that this was a one and done for both you and him; however, that doesn’t excuse that it’s one in the morning, and you’re stuck in a random apartment in some part of Queens that you weren’t all too familiar with — so, Peter being the careful gentleman he is, convinces you to stay the night so you could catch a train home in the safety of daylight.

What it really was, was the fact that he had woken up in the middle of the night to his arm wrapped around you protectively, your body pressed up against his like it belonged there — but it doesn’t.

It was wrong. Something he can’t afford in this time of his life, something he swore to have given up, no matter how amazing the sex was, and no matter how nice it felt to hold you in his arms—

Static.

A few concerned voices.

Just like magic, the police radio alerts him of a mass robbery in Manhattan.

Peter carefully climbs out of bed, slips into his suit, and is swiftly out of his bedroom window.

X

You weren’t surprised to find the bed empty that morning; moreover, you were pissed that he had tore your clothing to pieces, leaving you with not only no knowledge of where the hell you are, but no clothes to leave in.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Isn't this his damn apartment?

And unfortunately for you, your body ached for him, and you hated it. You were wonderfully great at one night stands, and had no problem leaving and never remembering, but this one would be a tough one to get over.

And just like that, he had left you in his apartment with just you and your thoughts, alone.

X

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Hot Mess Masterlist | P. Parker

*A new series by kissholland

PAIRING: older!dark!mcu!peter x stark!reader

SUMMARY: Following the events of No Way Home, Peter Parker comes to the conclusion that he can't live a normal life and pursue his plans at MIT with his old friends. Instead, he follows his 'destiny' as the friendly neighborhood Spider-man, becoming independent, and starting his own story. (based on the apartment scene at the ending of NWH) Two years later, Peter plays his friendly-Spider-man role quite well. Attending NYU, paying his rent, and finally landing a job at Oscorp, what happens when grown Peter gets mixed up with a pretty girl?

WARNINGS: (18+ mature themes & content, minors dni). alcohol, lots of smut (esp in 1st chapter), dark!peter, older! peter, dom!peter, mcu spoilers (esp NWH), lots of kinks, name calling, degration, general male dominance (i.e. throat grabbing), leg guy peter, boob guy peter, just really peter being boyish and staring way too much.

K's Note: its stark!reader, and mcu!peter, but i'm writing this as more similar to andrew/tobey's storylines, so although stark & the MCU are involved, it won't be in a very Marvel fashion. This is meant to be darker, the warnings have been listed, and more warnings will be added in accordance to chapters, so if any of it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read or interact, respectfully. Also, I'll tweak this when I have more time to edit, but taglist/spotify playlist is coming soon. Thank you, much love, and I hope everyone enjoys this twisted take on Tom's Spider-man <3 // I do not own Marvel or any of it's characters.

CHAPTER ONE TEASER: ❝ Peter looked like a dark wet dream — the way his perfectly messy hair tousles above his head, his dim-litted eyes looking at you immorally, his body something of a greek fantasy. He was everything you ever craved, and more, and it pained you. “Aw, what’s wrong babe?” Peter asks it as if he had no clue how insanely attractive he is, towering over you like that as you laid there on his bed like a delicate flower. “Not so confident anymore, are you?” ❞

CHAPTERS:

1. His Apartment 2. ??? 3. ??? 4. ??? 5. ??? * i have no clue how many chapters this will take, for there's a loose storyline. Assuming around 20.

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unexpected turns

wc: 6.5k

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: another one i’ve had written for a while so don’t be scared to send in requests!!

warnings: cursing, asshole!peter, enemies??to?lovers?????, mentions of sexual assault/harassment (my dm’s are always open i promise <3)

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you were a perfectionist. sure, some people might’ve seen it as a flaw, but some might say it was an honorable trait of yours. it’s why you were so good in what you did, your notes taken in school were always the neatest, and your posture was always the straightest in ballet class. it was basically the reason for all your success.

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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.”

[vendettaparker]

The Baby Assignment [P.P]

Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls 

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.” 

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.” 

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face. 

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought. 

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[hollandroos]

Assistant!reader blurb where the reader gets really intoxicated one night and calls Tom to pick her up?

Tom wasn't sure how he found himself helping your drunk form through the door of his townhouse at exactly 1:32am, but he wasn't mad about it.

You stumble upon entry, neatly tripping on your own two feet. If it hadn't been for Tom wrapping a secure arm around your waist you would've fallen flat on your ass. With a laugh, your boss guides you to his bedroom.

He helped you wipe your makeup off, gave you a painkiller and a snack and even brushed your hair, putting it in a secure updo to prevent it from knotting.

"Tommy?" You murmur softly.

"Yeah, darling? you gonna throw up again?" He asks, placing his phone on the bed.

Tom had been watching tiktoks for the last fifteen minutes as he waited for you to drift off to sleep first. Something told him that he should wait in case you do in fact throw up again.

"I'm sorry for calling you. I should've called my mum or something - you're my boss."

"We're a bit past the boss stage now, don't you think?"

"Yeah." You giggle quietly and pull the duvet up around your chin. You don't even think he heard you, but he did.

"What're you giggling about under there, huh?" Tom teases, warm fingers pulling the duvet down just a little so he can see your face. His fingers linger for a second longer against your cheek.

"I'm screwing my boss." You tell Tom this as if he already didn't know. To be fair, it was nearly 2am, you were drunk and begging to grow very tired and the situation seemed funny to you.

"And I'm screwing my assistant."

You laugh again, finding humour in the situation. That was something you enjoyed about being drunk. You found humour in something that wasn't usually suppposed to be funny. Your heart was on the line and here you were laughing.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you earlier but some guys calling you in the morning about a role."

"You– what? You forgot?" Tom stares at you with wide eyes and a wide mouth. It was something that had slipped your mind about five minutes after you found out. but it was better you tell him now instead of waiting for him to get a phone call.

"Yeah, but I'm telling you now."

Rolling his eyes, Tom leans over to put his phone on charge.

"Go to sleep, you."

Getting comfortable on his own side of the bed, he leans down, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. It's a small gesture you probably wouldn't remember in the morning but for right now, it makes you happy.

[t-lostinworlds]

Revenge Is Sweet (Series Masterlist)

~ a Tom Holland Social Media AU

》 STATUS: completed…for now ;) 》 PAIRING: college!football player!tom x college!female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: college au; fake dating au; idiots to lovers; angst; fluff; crack-ish 》 WARNINGS: the most cliché of clichés, tropes galore, cheating, pettiness, language, sexual jokes + innuendos, gossips + tea, football ⚽️, not-so-accurate photos, not-so-accurate depictions of college, harrison being a swiftie, tom being a huge flirt, football!player!tom!, flirtatious conversations (e.g. teasing talks & hints of/about sex, nothing explicit), cheesy one-liners, even cheesier captions/tweets, sprinkles of angst, very cute/soft/sweet moments, and long ass text messages especially as the series progresses.

✩ TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST ✩ MAIN MASTERLIST ✩

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➽ Synopsis:

What happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? Even more exciting, what happens if the Tom Holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? To put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? Or maybe…something more?

➽ Parts:

⚽️ Intro ⟶ the players ⚽️ Part 1 ⟶ honeymoon phase  ⚽️ Part 2 ⟶ too good to be true ⚽️ Part 3 ⟶ accidental rebound ⚽️ Part 4 ⟶ ️if your enemy is my enemy… ⚽️ Part 5         ↳ 5.1 ⟶ charm & persuade         ↳ 5.2 ⟶ pros & cons ⚽️ Part 6 ⟶ ️game plan ⚽️ Part 7 ⟶ ️let’s start rumours ⚽️ Part 8         ↳ 8.1 ⟶ fiery & reveal(?)         ↳ 8.2 ⟶ real & fake(?) ⚽️ Part 9         ↳ 9.1 ⟶ perfect & precious company         ↳ 9.2 ⟶ ️pregame care & packages ⚽️ Part 10 ⟶ oscar-worthy “acting” ⚽️ Part 11 ⟶ chase(ing) self-deception ⚽️ Part 12 ⟶ revenge is bitter ⚽️ Part 13         ↳ 13.1 ⟶ assist to goal (bc idiot needs help)         ↳ 13.2 ⟶ assist to goal (bc other idiot needs help) ⚽️ Part 14 ⟶ ️for real, this time ⚽️ Part 15 ⟶ revenge turned out sweeter [final]

➽ Extras:

tom asking begging for your number

⚽️ REVISTING IS SWEETER (Masterlist)

a collection of Revenge Is Sweet written extras

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✎ feedback is always appreciated <3

©️ t-lostinworlds, 2021

[waitimcomingtoo]

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: since your mom doesn’t like Tom, she invites your ex boyfriend to dinner and tries to set you up

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“Does this tie make me look thick?” Tom asked as you set the table.

“We’ve been over this. “Thick” does not mean what you think it means.” You chuckled and went to fix his collar. “The tie looks fine. Stop worrying.”

“I don’t know.” He frowned at his reflection in the mirror. “I should change.”

“You’ve changed six times already.” You reminded him. “Your outfit looks great. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Yes I do.” He insisted. “It’s my first American thanksgiving with your family. I want to impress them.”

“You will.” You assured him. “It’ll be fine. The food tastes good, the decorations look great, and we’re wearing complementary colors. Everything will be fine.”

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[hollandsangel]

hey! can you write something about tom bringing fem!reader to meet his family? :)

this made me think of my very first tom fic!! so i played off of it a little, i'll link it here :)

real thing | tom holland

"you're kidding." you insist, which makes tom laugh. it's subtle but bright, and you can see the corners of his eyes crease as he keeps his gaze on the road.

"m' not, m' serious, mum said you were really pretty." he glances over at you then, but you've turned to look out the window, biting your thumbnail so he doesn't see your flushed cheeks.

“what picture did you even show her, i need to make sure it was a good one.” he leans back over the center console to look at him, hoping he won’t notice how nervous you feel.

“the one in my wallet.” he says easily, eyes flickering back to you for a moment, “you alright, love?”

“you have a picture of me in your wallet?” you lift your chin from your palm where it was resting, reaching forward when tom nods toward the folded leather on the dash.

“baby,” he tries, picking up on you blatantly bypassing his question.

“hm?” delicately you pull the photo from the mesh pocket, inspecting it and smiling softly before looking over at him.

“are you alright?” he reiterates, shifting his glance from the road to your face.

you sigh, knowing you won’t be able to swerve his question a second time, “just a little nervous, that’s all.” you sit straight again, folding your hands in your lap to keep yourself from fidgeting too much.

tom notices, because of course he does and reaches over to envelope your hand in his own. warm and large and comforting.

“i know, darling, but really, you don’t need to be, harry already adores you, and i know paddy and sam will all the same.” he assures, “i haven’t shut up to my mum about you, it’s quite embarrassing really.” his confession makes you smile again, “and i promise my dad has made fun of me a million times for how hard i blushed when i first mentioned you.”

you’re looking at him through your lashes and bite the inside of your lip, “okay, but if they hate me i’m blaming you.” it’s an empty threat, one that leaves him laughing to himself as he comes over to open the passenger door for you.

“if that makes you feel better.” tom doesn’t move when you step out of your seat, leaving your chests nearly flush once you stand. the same hand that had held yours just moments before wraps around your back and pulls you just close enough to close the remaining space between you, “but they won’t hate you, promise.” too quickly he pecks your lip, then your temple as you turn towards the front door.

mere moments after entering tom’s parent’s house, you realize your nerves are senseless. nikki and dom have proven to be the sweetest people, which you should have expected considering tom is, well, tom. you offer to help nikki in the kitchen, which is where you meet sam standing over the stove. he does look a little like harry, and in turn, he looks like tom as well.

paddy comes downstairs and helps to set the table just as harry arrives, and you honestly feel a little outnumbered.

“i’ve been surrounded by too much testosterone for far too long,” nikki starts, smiling over at you, “it’s nice to have another girl around.” it’s all you can do to return her sentiment.

“well, between tom, harry, harrison and tuwain, i’ve been outnumbered a few times myself,” you tell her and she squeezes your shoulder as she passes you.

“i guess we’ll just have to stick together then.”

tom is beaming when you catch his eye. him and dom are talking about golf clubs, but he’s been glancing up sporadically. “sorry,” he apologizes to his dad once he realizes he’s zoned out, vision zeroed in on you and paddy laughing at something on his phone, most likely an embarrassing video of tom in his childhood.

“s’alright, son.” dom assures, looking fondly at his eldest, “you’ve barely been able to look away from her since you walked in.” he eyes tom from behind his glasses.

“she was a bit nervous.” tom admits, “but i think she’s okay now.”

“and you?” dom inquires.

tom doesn't look back at his father, still smiling at your cheerful face, “yeah, i’m okay… i’m really good.”

tags! @randomlimelightxxx @baby-bearie @averysbestyears @would-you-tell-me-who-you-are @my-fangirling-outlet @hiya-its-amber @theduckgoesquack @coffearabica @hllandvibbes @21burritoseavey @starksview @kayasholland @bxmaaa @ddejavvu @belovedholland @lolalee24 @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah

[sparklingsin]

(push your heart, and pull away);

MASTERLIST

summary: you've got yourself in a predicament that involves fake dating the star employee of your company (who you might have feelings for), all to convince your family that you're finally happy, after what happened with your last shot at love. can you, the CEO of a booming business, your family's darling daughter pull off the biggest lie you've ever told? [inspired by The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas.]

tags and warnings (full fic): female reader (no descriptions), lots of romance tropes, fake dating, familial disputes, cheating (mention - ex), pining, tooth-rotting fluff, some angst, sexual tension, filthy smut (future chapters) minors dni.

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CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6 - OUT NOW

CHAPTER 7 - 25/3/2022

CHAPTER 8 - TBD

EPILOGUE - TBD

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[luciwritesstuff]

fine line (series) | tom holland

pairing: roommate! best friend! tom holland x reader

summary: the line between friends and lovers is deceptively fine

playlist:  fine line by harry styles; grow as we go by ben platt; adore you by harry styles; pillar of truth by lucy dacus; july by noah cyrus (ft. leon bridges)

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[shellshocklove]

i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader (series masterlist)

pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader

summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.    

warnings: extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. so minors stay away!!!

a/n: this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t 🤪 i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading! 💗

fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams

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[honeydewday]

Two Weeks: I

Summary: You’ve seen things that are bound to happen, and so they do. You’ve gotten your first glimpse of what could finally be the start of your’s and Peter’s relationship. On second thought, maybe you interpreted the situation differently? Since you got it wrong for the first time in your life.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: none but please correct me if I’m wrong :)

a/n: hi everyone! i know it’s been a long time and i’ll make this short but thank you for your patience and I am now ready to share my story with everyone :) hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.

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- bold statements are reader’s thoughts

The chilling air sent a shiver down your spine, hugging yourself in an attempt to fight off the cold, you scolded yourself in a muffled mummer. Looking around, you were in the school's gymnasium, which was filled with your classmates dancing, talking, and seemingly having a good time. Soaking in the décor that accessorized the room around you. The bright lights that crisscrossed back and forth finally grabbed your attention thanks to the pounding in your head it caused. Of course, it's the DJ's setup.

There was one funny thing about that DJ though, he was supposed to be blaring music? You could feel the vibration from how loud the music was playing but you couldn't hear the music. As if it was muffled. You gave your realization some more thought and wondered, "what else can I not hear?".

Panic started to flood your sense. You knew you were in your school's gymnasium, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except you can't seem to remember how you even got here. You can't even put together what this event is.

You looked once more where the DJ was set up. A few kids had started to surround him and began dancing. Taking a step back, you gave one of your ears a little shake mentally hoping somehow some water pours out. But to no avail, you still couldn't hear a damn thing.

A hand on your shoulder brought you out of the confused state, switching weight between your feet, you turned to find Michelle mouthing a few words as she handed you a drink. Cautiously taking the drink, you took a sip

The feeling that nothing seemed out of the ordinary was comforting. The streamers, cake, balloons, tables, the DJ made for a night that you'd never forget. A seemingly fun night that you can't seem to remember ever happening...

You stared at Michelle long enough to grab her attention. Giving you a troubled look, she mouthed a few words to you again. Shrugging in response, you took another sip. You had spotted Ned and a few other friends babbling back and forth with excitement and laughter. Not hearing a peep. What the hell was going on?

Michelle placed her hand on your shoulder bringing probably noticing your distress. You watched her lips as she spoke, trying your best to lip-read. Nodding when she seemingly finished, her response was an irritated sigh as she shook her head and walked off. Guess it wasn't the answer she was looking for.

You swallowed as another thought rocked you, where was Peter?

The twinge you felt in your heart only made you more anxious., you honestly just needed a breather. Before you could even make your way out of the gym, you spotted Peter entering, worry plastered across his face. He was dressed in a stylish suit and looked just a little more dapper than usual. His eyes scanned back and forth until they landed on you.

You stopped dead in your tracks, watching as he walked up, stopping way too close to you. The two of you had only been this close a handful of times since becoming friends. Little moments like these that you thought would one day break the boundary of just being friends.

"Are you okay?" you asked hearing your own voice muffled as well.

He swallowed before opening his mouth, he began to speak yet you didn't hear a thing. Sighing in frustration, you knew that Peter would be talking a million miles per minute because well, that's just Peter. Deciding to ignore him, allowing him to continue his ramble, your mind started to wander off to figure out what was happening and how you got here.

We're at school, dressed pretty nice, and there's that DJ they hire for literally every event, so it has to be...Prom? No, my friends are a little too young for that.

Peter slowly came to a stop, seeing your annoyance, he grasped your hand taking you by surprise. He gave your hand a squeeze that made your breath hitch. Stepping closer, the smell of his cologne stung your nostrils. Studying his features, but this time it wasn't from afar. Scared that he'd pull away, you were prepared for it though. In the moments he thought he was too close, he knew he was trespassing the border that surpassed 'just friends'.

He brought his hand up to caress your cheek, mumbling incoherent words once again. He leaned in and-

"Y/N!" You shot up, looking over to the door that was being pounded. "Let's go! We only got an hour and a half to get to the airport!" Happy exclaimed, hearing his fussing on the other side of the door. Sucking in a deep breath and exhaling, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes still questioning your reality.

That's right...

The avengers were in action just a day before and not only against some otherworldly force, they were battling their greatest enemy yet, Themselves. Pinching your arm to make sure you were awake, you needed to take note of the scenario that felt so concrete. Reaching over the bed to rummage in your suitcase, you pulled out a nifty journal that you'd tend to have on you since these types of dreams were quite rare. Most of the dreams you had weren't that really important, but the ones that were, you wrote it down as soon as you'd wake up. Never knowing how much you'd be able to write down before the reminisce of the dream became blurred.

When you finished writing, you read over the dream. You knew in your gut that this was going to be Homecoming, it was only a few weeks away, and well, your friend, teammate, your father's new apprentice, whatever his title was, didn't help settle the confidence that grew in your heart. He likes you.

The thought itself frightened you a bit. Of course, you liked him, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You had wondered when you'd receive a dream that was either him asking you out or a nightmare where he rejected your feelings. Yet, you pushed the doubt to the side and went with what you did know. You, Peter, Homecoming? It was a definite yes. Your dreams had never failed you, not even once. Everything played out exactly the way you saw it up until the last details. Wait, details? The image of Peter's face, his pleading eyes, and furrowed brows appeared in your head. You could even see that he sported a small frown. What had him so worried?

Sighing in frustration, you checked your phone, springing out of bed once you saw the time. Rushing through your routine, you finally gathered your bags and headed to the lobby. The nervousness had settled in once you reached the lobby already hearing Happy lecture Peter.

Peter looked over Happy's shoulder, "Hey! Good morning!" he smiled

"Hey" you breathed out, the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Happy spoke up. "Enough of the googly eyes, we gotta go." grabbing your bags and following Happy to the car.

As Happy began chunking the suitcases in the back. Peter opened the door for you, thanking him, you climbed in as he got in right behind you. You needed to break the ice a little bit, especially since you didn't want anything to seem off for him. The silence between the two of you hadn't been this awkward since you met.

"How are you feeling?" you spoke up finally getting settled in, "Do you...do you need me to heal anything?" holding your hands up and wiggling your fingers.

He breathed out a laugh shaking his head, "I-I'm fine. I think you got everything last night."

Feeling the familiar warmth flush over your cheeks, the one you felt last night when you opened the door that revealed him. Peter made sure you were alright and you did the same with him. He complained about his black eye and asking if you had a twin thanks to his concussion. To say you took away his pain and made it your own was an understatement.

Nodding quickly, you looked away. Taking in the view as you passed some sights, you started to wonder if your dad needed any mending, especially Rhodey. Still, knowing how Tony is, you doubt he'd let you help his best friend out. It defeats the purpose of his joke every time you heal someone. “Break my arm once that’s me, break it twice and I’m invincible cause I got you.”

These power you had, you honestly tried you best with them. Tony helped you tame these powers for the greater good. That all came crashing down though. It halted when Pepper decided she couldn't just sit around watching the love of her life perish right in front of her. After that, everything went into total chaos.

Tony wanted to be normal, not having to risk his own life to save others or focus on the people that would come after him. He longed to be a normal dad that showed up to watch them play soccer and argue with his wife about what they would be having for dinner. How could he have picture normality if he had never known it? Quite frankly, you didn't know it either and his desire caused a rift between the two of you.

It was only a few days that you and Tony had been alone as he started to become more of an overbearing father. He started to take notice of everything you did, where you went, and who you hung out with and he had concluded that you were in the making of becoming the version of himself that partied too much and had people leeching off of you. When he put his foot down, that was met with a vicious rebellious streak. The whole mess was settled after a few months in a damned hospital room. Pepper had come back, Tony was happier than ever, and you, well... as your punishment, your dad thought it'd be best to transfer you from a private school to a public school. It wasn't until you met Peter that you wanted to leave the fighting, moochers, and mindset behind.

You remember the day actually, but that's another story for another time. Turning back to Peter, he held his phone up to the window to record. He told you he was going to make a documentary about coming to Germany and so he was. Who would've thought that this scrawny boy had you swooning every time he smiled.

you were brought out of your trance when Happy started lecturing about putting his phone away, Peter did what he was told and shifted towards you.

"So, what was your infamous dream about last night?" he asked

Just like Peter. you had your own secret. Except, you didn't really know where you got them from. You just assumed since birth.

"It was pretty lame actually," you started "just a test in chemistry. You know if she gives it to one class-"

"She'll give it to all of her classes" he sighed finishing your sentence "Did you at least get the answers?"

"I-I don't remember" you lied shaking your head earning a 'damn' from Peter

"Sorry Pete, if it was a decathlon question, I swear I would've remembered." you joked

"I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, "You're gonna be so pissed but i'm quitting the team."

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "Why?"

"Well, I don't have any time for those things anymore. Spider-man's just more important-like I literally fought Captain America, it can only get better from here on out" he explained

"Peter, you're just a kid. You never spend time with your friends anymore, you've quit like four other clubs within the span of a week." you huffed "you're literally throwing away your teenage years"

"Don't you think that's a little contradicting? Next year you're going to leave this all behind." he starts, "you're going to move a few hours away, join new clubs, go to parties, make new friends-you're going to leave your family and best friends behind." the irritation starting to become bolder. "You're going to leave-

Me.

I don't have to be telepathic to know that.

I'm going to leave you behind.

The silence spoke for the both of you. Shifting once more in his seat, Peter's darting eyes looked for a way to cover up his tracks, "You're gonna leave us. Michelle, Ned, and I."

You placed your hand on top of his to try and reassure him, “I plan on coming back every weekend. I still want to hang out and support you guys. I’ll even stay awake through your stupid movie marathons.”

He laughed softly, “I’d really want to see you awake past 12:30.” Smiling back, you felt a warm feeling in your chest.

“You kids are gonna make me throw up” Happy chimes in

You and Peter quietly laughed, you noticed your hand still comfortable on top of his. Sighing, you brought your hand back into your lap.

Oh boy, this dream had to be true. For your sake, and your exhausted little heart, you just had to get it off your chest.

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After a long, talkative car ride, courtesy of Mr. Parker, the three of you arrived at the airport. You gathered your luggage and rushed towards the gate. A familiar figure standing, certainly awaiting your arrival, your dad.

“Let’s go! I’ve been waiting for the past hour for you guys to get here,” Tony says as he starts to rush you out onto the jet.

The plane ride was honestly a breeze. Seeing how excited Peter was made you even happier. However, you knew your time was running out. You knew that you didn’t have to ask him tonight, you just wanted to get it over and done with. You’ve been wanting to ask him out for a while but with everything that has come up, family drama, helping him be spidey, and the oh so slightest age gap that certainly did differentiate the two of you in certain times of your life, you were too afraid. Scared that it’d ruin your friendship. A friendship that you cherished dearly, you never thought you’d find a relationship like this.

Arriving back in New York, you all piled into a car. Happy, of course, the driver, Tony kicking it in shotgun, while you and Peter sat in the back. Now was your chance.

“Hey, Pete?” You breathed nervously, feeling your palms start to sweat

Looking up from his phone, he stared at you awaiting your response.

“Homecoming is a few weeks away and-and I was wondering if you want to go…” gulping in an attempt to soothe your dry mouth, “with me?”

“Of course, the whole group is going. You might have to convince Michelle a little more though, she says that dances aren’t her scene.” He explained

“I meant just us. Not as friends, more like a date.” Finally digging deep, finding the confidence you were looking for. Remembering what the future would look like giving you more confidence you had from this morning.

Peter didn’t say anything right away. You studied his face and to your conclusion, he either looked stunned or appalled. His lips parted, finally going to give you an answer.

“Y/N, we’re here. Pep’s home but I’m gonna drop the kid off.” Tony said instead, turning back to see you

Nodding unconsciously, you looked back at Peter to see if he’d give you anything at this point. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Tony.

“I’d love to,” he simply said

There it was. You knew it. Your dreams could never show you wrong. You felt so happy that you could get out of the car and dance. Probably perform a whole musical number on the street about the boy you liked was taking you to homecoming.

“Except, I-I kinda wanted to ask Liz to homecoming.” He interrupted

Everything around you felt like it was shattering around you. You were wrong. The dream was all wrong, that was a first. What the hell was happening? Anything that you saw happened. Certainly, you had moments of doubt where you were so sure that it couldn’t be true but this situation….this was new.

Smiling sadly, you nodded and got out of the car, “she’s definitely gonna say yes, Parker. I’ll see you Monday.” You say shutting the door.

Happy finished unloading your bags and had placed them on the sidewalk for you. You heard the car door opening and see Tony walkout, he grabs one bag as you grab the other. The two of you walk up the steps of your little hometown he had rented, in that’s sense, he’s still trying to be normal.

“Kid is missing a few pages in the middle of his book if he rejected you. I’ll have a talk with him. Set him straight.” He said opening the door for you and setting your bag down.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, Tony loves Peter. You didn’t want your dad to take care of it like he always did, plus, you didn’t want Peter to feel like he has to like you.

Tony gave you a small smile and pecked your check, “I’ll be back”.

After the door closed you let out a few tears that you were holding back. You could hear Pepper greeting you from a different room but you wanted to be alone. You climbed the stairs to your room and felt like drowning in your heartbreak. Alone.

You flung yourself on the bed, shredded more tears than you would’ve liked, and wondered,

What else could you be wrong about?

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Unscripted | t.h

Disclaimer: This took me sooo long to write, but t*mblr didn’t let me post this as a one-shot. Guess 36.247k words all at once are a bit too much, huh? So I decided to make a miniseries out of this. I hate that I have to do this, but I have no other choice.

And yes, I have a thing for writing titles with parenthesis/crossed out letters, but there’s a meaning to it, I promise!

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Excerpt: “The situation had gotten to the point where everyone in the production had started joking about it. They would call you a couple and ask you when the wedding would take place. Sometimes you two would be chatting and someone would remind you that it was lunch break. Pretty harmless things, and you would simply laugh them off, even though, secretly, they always left you wondering where the joke ended and where the truth began.”

Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, self-indulgence at its finest, characters who talk a lot and probably flirt in a weird way, the holy trinity: fluff & (poorly written) smut (minors, please, DNI; also, unprotected sex, only because this is fiction and nothing bad can happen. Protect yourselves) & angst, Taylor Swift quotes, Reader is not a native English speaker: it’s addressed only a couple of times and I didn’t specify where she’s from, and it’s not even a key point in the story, so it can be easily overlooked.

Status: Ongoing

Masterlist

Chapters:

Part One

“You had never left theatre, though, and this was a double-edged sword. You had been lucky enough to live your dream, while still getting to lead a private and somehow still grounded life, but your World was much smaller, much more fragile, than the one many of your colleagues – could you call them ‘colleagues’? – were well engraved in.

You were easier to break. Easier to destroy. Easier to forget.”

Part Two

“This curly-haired boy had the surprising ability to make you feel like an open book. A book he couldn’t fully comprehend yet, as he was still learning you like you learn a new language. Though at this rate, he would come to know you by heart someday. A day that you dreaded, and at the same time eagerly awaited…”

Part Three

“You would wake up thinking there was nothing more you could learn, only to fall asleep realizing how clueless you actually were. The more time you spent with Tom, the more you got to know about him, the less you seemed to know about everything else.”

Part Four

“After taking a deep breath, you looked through the peephole and your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw the very reason of all your worries. Without much thought, perhaps because you wanted do make sure he was truly there, you flipped the light switch, unlocked the door and opened it… and there he was.”

Part Five

“You began to make your way towards him, slithering through the crowd, wanting nothing more than to jump into the arms of your wonderful boyfriend and kiss him senseless while you were both wearing fairy-tale-like clothes, without giving a shit about what others might say. This was a special night, after all.”

Part Six

“You were already in front of the door with your name on it and your extended hand was just about to grab the handle when, from afar, and just for a split second, you saw a familiar head of curls that had on you the same effect of a quiver perfectly aimed at your heart.”

Part Seven

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summerlost  ˗ˏˋenemies to lovers! summer camp au ( tom holland ) ´ˎ˗

disclaimer; photos not mine!

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, smut in later chapters, alcohol use, anxiety, small triggering things that i do, kissing, angst, fluff ( so much fluff ), um thats it i think 

summary: summerlost city has always been enough for you. you have friends, a vacation spot, a school. you have a life. until tom holland comes into your life in the form of a nuisance, a little annoying brat. then everything changes.

updates every friday!!!

summer camp au ( enemies to lovers )

part one | part two