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woke up this morning to see peter parker wearing juicy couture and will somehow come up with a way to mention this in the fic THANK YOU LORD

[worldsmessiestwriter]

I HAD BIG DREAMS TILL’ I TIED MYSELF TO YOU ⋆ . ࿔ ˚

SYNOPSIS: as olivia rodrigo says ‘ are we so in love in love are we too attached ‘ that’s it.. that’s the synopsis

PAIRING: TH! peter parker x reader

WARNING(s): toxic relationship dynamics, ANGSTTTT, co dependency, canon not followed and lots of verbal fights!! be aware <3

💭: this song is HEAVILYYY inspired by ‘purple’ by olivia rodrigo, im slowly trying to work my way through the whole album a song per track so bare with!! <3

WC: 1.4k

The first time Y/n had met May Parker, she pulled out an old shoebox full of Polaroids before she even offered you coffee. She flipped through photos of little Peter with his big toothy grin, buzz cut, and scrapes across his knees.

Peter was groaning about how embarrassing it was the whole time, but Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, he was so innocent and small, and sure, maybe he didn’t have the terrible buzz cut or the dorky glasses anymore, but he still had the same big brown eyes that she adored.

Her eyes landed on one photo that she could never forget. Peter stood with a bouquet of clearly handpicked flowers, his smile so pure it made you wonder if he ever felt any kind of sadness up until that point.

“Those were for the neighbor,” May had laughed. “She was having a hard week.”

For some dumb reason that had always summed up who Peter Parker was for Y/n, he’d never changed from that same little boy she was looking at. He still helped old ladies across the road and carried groceries for strangers.

That day is when she realised she was completely and hopelessly in love with Peter Parker.

After that, their relationship became second nature. She knew her way around Queens, usual grocery store, she knew her way around the subway without thinking twice, which coffee shop overcharged for an iced latte, and had a favorite florist that knew her name.

“The usual?” the old lady behind the counter would ask whenever Y/n came in.

“Sunflowers,” she’d answer.

“For your boyfriend?” The grey haired woman would ask knowingly while wrapping the bouquet in brown paper.

She’d nod, pretending she didn’t notice how warm the word made her feel.

It had all happened so gradually that neither had really noticed. First, a T shirt found its way into Y/n’s wardrobe. Then a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, followed by his charger and shoes by the door. Every morning, two mugs with coffee stains appeared in the sink.

Sundays unintentionally became theirs. They’d dedicate the whole day to watch terrible rom coms, eat takeout, cuddle on the couch and end up jokingly arguing over Y/n, inevitably stealing all the blankets from Peter, which would result in Peter and her play-fighting her, his head buried in the crook of her neck while she squealed and attempted to squirm out of his arms.

“Peter- I can’t breathe!” she let out breathlessly between giggles as he left small kisses across her neck.

“You asked for this, you know,” Peter murmured into her neck, she could feel his stupid lovestruck smile against her skin.

Even their friend group had started referring to them as one, they just assumed wherever Y/n was, Peter couldn’t be too far. They were disgustingly co-dependent but if you ever mentioned it to them, they’d deny it, saying they were just soulmates and, totally in love.

And it was sweet until they started fighting. It started small, Y/n was going to a party with a few old friends, including an ex boyfriend. Peter’s smile quickly faded when she had mentioned his name.

“Oh, I didn’t know he would be going,” Peter commented, trying to sound as casually as possible. Y/n looked up from what she had been doing.

“Well, I did only just told you,” she replied, an unaware smile on her lips, looking at Peter who already looking visibly upset.

“I know,” he faltered, looking down at his hands, picking at his nails slightly as he spoke. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“…okay?” she questioned, confused by the odd shift in mood. Peter had never been the jealous type.

“I’m just confused why he’s there,” he said, shrugging, seeming to grow confidence as he met Y/n’s eyes.

“Because I’ve known him since I was fourteen..” She explained skeptically. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “Peter, sorry, where is this coming from?”

“I just wish you’d told me earlier, that’s all.” Peter huffed. Y/n shook her head, her face looking completely lost.

“I told you as soon as I could, Peter,” she protested. “I just don’t get why you’re upset?”

“I am not upset,” Peter argued, rolling his eyes at her words.

“This is a conversation we wouldn’t be having if you were fine with me going, Peter,” Y/n said point blankly. Peter paused because he knew it was true, he was being controlling, and that gnawed at him.

She ended up going anyways. Peter had kissed her goodbye, messaged her to have fun, then proceeded to spend the next five hours checking if she had messaged back. He knew she wouldn’t, she was out having a good time, and that should’ve made him feel happy. He knew that, but instead, it made him feel violently ill, knowing that she was out having fun without him. She was probably laughing at another guy’s jokes while he was checking her location every ten minutes to see if she was on her way home yet.

When she got home just after midnight, still slightly drunk, she found him sitting on the fire escape outside her window.

“Pete, what are you doing up?” She asked gently, tilting her head. Meeting his red eyes, he had clearly been crying.

“..couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, meekly shrugging and avoiding her gaze. Y/n climbed out, sitting down beside him, joining him in the silence. Neither spoke for a long while before finally Peter let out a small, heartbreaking, “I missed you” before leaning onto y/n’s shoulder. She didn’t reply, she just stared blankly at the traffic below them.

After that, it got worse fight by fight until every day a new issue would somehow come to the surface. Peter hated how long Y/n would take to reply, or Y/n hated how Peter always came home bloody and bruised after patrolling. It all added up until they forgot what they had really ever been fighting about.

“You’ve been gone all day,” Peter coldly pointed out as Y/n walked through the apartment door, throwing the keys on the counter.

“Very observant, yes, Peter. I have been at work. I had a good day. Thanks for asking,” she sarcastically shot back, sighing and slipping off her shoes.

“I’m just pointing out I didn’t know you had work today,” he huffed as he continued to tidy the couch, folding the blankets that once lay sprawled across the armrest.

“I don’t question you when you stumble in at five am, covered in bruises and cuts, Peter,” she added, somewhat passively aggressively. Y/n cringed as her words came out sharper than intended.

He paused, looking at her. His eyes were now dull and distant, a far cry from his innocent, wide eyed self.

“That’s different, Y/n, you know that,” he defended quickly, pointing a finger at her. She gave a dry, humourless laugh.

“There it is,” Y/n hummed. Peter frowned at her words, knitting his brows together.

“What’s that meant to mean?” Peter asked, his voice small but defensive.

“it means, Peter, that it’s always somehow different when its about you”

Peter rubbed his hands over his face, exhausted from this conversation, groaning into his palms.

“You do know I don’t choose to get hurt, right?” Peter questioned genuinely, pointing a hand out lazily in frustration.

“And do you understand I need to work so I can keep this apartment, right?” Y/n countered before shaking her head slightly and squeezing her eyes closed, taking a deep breath before blowing it straight out again.

Silence filled the space between them, only interrupted by the hum of the fridge. The apartment, and the life they had built together, suddenly felt so suffocatingly empty. Y/n’s eyes glazed over as she took a long look at her surroundings. Peter just watched her, not daring to look away, slowly taking a few steps towards her.

“When did this all get so fucked up?” She asked, her breath hitching as tears began to fall from her eyes. “I mean, we were so happy, right?” she asked genuinely.

Peter shook his head, walking towards her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried. His head leaned gently on the nook of her neck. “We were, yeah,” he replied, his voice cracking slightly as he welled up. Y/n’s fingers curled weakly into the back of his hoodie.

“I can’t do this anymore, Peter,” she whispered into his chest, her voice catching in between every word. He didn’t reply, but she knew he had heard her because his chest began to heave, which only made her sob harder.

That night they had fallen asleep in the same bed, but when Y/n woke up, he was gone, along with most of his stuff.

Y/n tip toed into the kitchen, looking around for Peter, but he wasn’t there. She wandered over to the kitchen counter, where a bouquet of clearly handpicked flowers lay with a note.

‘ I love you, I hope your week gets better - p ‘

[worldsmessiestwriter]

DROP DEAD ˖ ݁𝜗𝜚

SYNOPSIS: She knew her and Peter Parker were meant to be as soon as he walked into Stark Industries, call it feminine intuition.

PAIRING: TH! peter parker x stark!reader

WARNING(s): kissing, stalking jokes, hasn’t been proofread oops and peter being an absolute dork lol

💭: If you couldn’t tell, this is vaguely inspired by ‘Drop Dead’ by Olivia Rodrigo, and this was so hard to write I had mad writer’s block also shout out to @prongsletmoony for the post that inspired this oneshot <3

WC: 0.8k

If you had told Y/n Stark when she first met her dad’s new intern that she’d spend the next five years hopelessly in love with him, she wouldn’t be in the least surprised.

From the moment he stood in front of her with his windswept brown hair and perfect freckles, she knew this had to be kismet. She fell fast and hard. Of course, she’d never tell Peter how she felt, she could never ruin their friendship, so she was content with being his best friend, better that than nothing.

They had repeatedly been photographed together in public, which, of course, the media took and ran, labelling them as the newest power couple and plastering photos of them on “dates.” Of course, they’d always laughed it off, but they had never publicly denied anything.

Even in their personal lives, everyone assumed they were dating, they were glued to the hip. Tony had sat peter down during a lab visit giving him a stern warning not to mess with Y/n’s feelings.

“Are you nearly done yet?” Y/n groaned like an impatient child. Peter didn’t look up he just sighed from his spot on the edge of Y/n’s queen sized bed.

“You said we would be studying if I came over, and so far you’ve just been scrolling on your phone,” Peter lectured, a faint smile creeping onto his lips as ‘Just Like Heaven’ by The Cure faintly started playing in the background as he began to hum along.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, making her way over to Peter, who was, to his credit, focused on an AP World History book. Pages of writing sprawled around him. She peeked over his shoulder, reading the line he was on.

“So you think that post war Japan and the cure is more interesting than talking to your best friend, hm, Parker?” Y/n teased, leaning on Peter’s back, her head resting on his shoulder as he continued to write.

“We are talking,” Peter sighed with an absent minded smirk, losing his place in his reading. He nudged Y/n off his back with a small laugh as she landed on the other side of the bed with a small huff.

Y/n sighed casually, grabbing Peter’s phone, unlocking it, scrolling to his Instagram, preparing to spam his close friends’ story with photos of her just to annoy him. But what she found was somehow even better. His recently searched was filled with Y/n Stark fan pages and her account.

He had been stalking her profile.

She started hysterically laughing, which instantly caught Peter’s attention. His head snapped up to face Y/n, who was clutching his phone like a precious jewel. His eyes went wide. “What are you doing?” Peter squeaked awkwardly.

“Oh… nothing,” Y/n let out in between giggles. Peter slowly made his way towards Y/n, whose grip tightened around the phone.

“If you’ve uploaded seventy two photos of yourself onto my story again, you’re so dead,” Peter jokingly warned, trying to snatch his phone back from her.

“Pete, have anything to tell me?” Y/n cooed, a shit eating smirk finding her lips. Peter narrowed his eyes at her words, racking his brain.

“No?” Peter hesitated. Y/n turned the phone to reveal his recent instagram searches.

Peter froze, his eyes wide as he scanned the screen. Yeah, this looked bad. “Give me my phone,” he gulped.

“Care to explain, Joe Goldberg?” Y/n teased, gripping onto Peter’s phone, giggling.

“I am not a stalker,” he clarified, his voice sounding like a thirteen year old girl’s, and his face beet red.

“Oh, please do explain then, Pete,” she smiled, shrugging. Tilting her head and leaning in close to his face teasingly, he opened his mouth to speak before immediately closing it again, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips nervously.

“Peter? I’m just joking, I don’t thi- “ before y/n could even finish her sentence, Peter’s lips crashed into hers. She froze, holding her breath as he quickly pulled back, his face mortified like he’d just murdered her firstborn child.

“I am so sorry, y/n, Jesus, I wasn’t even th-“ this time he didn’t get to finish his sentence before she leaned in, cupping his face gently as she kissed him again. His hands moved hesitantly to her waist. She smiled against his lips as he melted into the kiss, her hands wandering to the nape of his neck. Peter gently groaned as Y/n pulled him on top of her, falling backwards onto her pillows. He breathlessly laughed into the kiss. Y/n’s heart could’ve exploded. She had dreamt of this moment, and now it was finally happening, and it was better than she could’ve ever imagined.

Peter slowly pulled away, his eyes taking in a breathless Y/n underneath him. Her face flushed, her eyes still closed and the biggest dorky smile he’d ever seen her with. Peter took a mental photo of how perfect she was, he never wanted this moment to end.

“So you are a stalker?” Y/n breathed, a giggle escaping her lips. Peter could only stare down at her, a lovesick smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he whispered.

[periodicallypurple]

Thought this might help others who struggle when writing. I know I get in my head too much.

[worldsmessiestwriter]

THE LAW OF ATTRACTION ⚛︎

SYNOPSIS: Johnny Storm likes annoying his brother-in-law, but he likes flirting with his assistant more.

PAIRING: mcu!Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

WARNING(s): heavy petting and lots of making out but no full on smut just a smol tease lol

WC: 1.1k

“Y/n, could you pass me the sulphuric acid?” Reed asked flatly, not taking his eyes off the glass test tube in front of him.

Y/n had been Reed Richard’s assistant for roughly five months. After Franklin was born Sue was adamant he couldn’t do it all by himself anymore, and he met Y/n at a class he was teaching on quantum physics at her university. It was practically serendipity. He asked her to work alongside him straight after class, which, of course, she accepted before he could even get out the words.

By this point, she was practically part of their family. She stayed for family dinners most nights. Sue insisted she didn’t eat enough, so would send Y/n home with bags of leftovers. To say she had been lucky, was an understatement. She wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“ah, there are my two favourite dorks.” A familiar voice called out from the lab’s entrance, Johnny Storm’s, Sue’s little brother who had made a habit of coming into the lab just to sit on the counter and annoy Reed by incessantly asking pointless questions. His interruptions weren’t entirely awful, especially when he wore that skin tight team t-shirt that rides up just enough to see how ridiculously toned he was under it when he lifts his arms above his head, which, of course, knowing Johnny, it was definitely deliberate. He was the biggest flirt she’d ever met. Of course, she gave it back, it had always just been banter, and she enjoyed watching him flush from time to time, it was a welcome distraction.

Y/n quickly grabbed the beaker for Reed, not replying to Johnny, who was now right next to her. She could feel his eyes on her as she began walking over to where Reed was. She had almost reached Reed’s workstation when Johnny fell into step beside her.

“You know, that lab coat really brings out your eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?” Johnny hummed, not taking his eyes off her as she let out a small laugh.

“Weirdly, yes, I have. You told me that about three days ago, Johnny, but thank you for the reminder.” Y/n sighed, pausing to look at him, tilting her head slightly as she spoke. He looked thoroughly amused by her response, his eyes scanning her up and down obviously. She rolled her eyes before turning and walking over to Reed, placing the glass tube neatly down next to him.

“Johnny, do you have a reason you are in the lab?” Reed questioned, his full attention still on the test tubes in front of him, clearly miffed by Johnny’s presence.

“Actually, my dear brother in law, I do,” Johnny said smugly, leaning on the counter.

“Great, what exactly is it?” Reed said flatly, finally looking up at him, clearly not having time for this.

Johnny paused, looking at Y/n, then back at Reed, clearly just buying time. “Sue wants you.. right now. Something about Franklin?” he said with a casual shrug. Reed immediately straightened, taking off his goggles and placing them on the lab table.

“I’ll be back. Y/n, just keep Johnny away from those beakers for me, please?” Reed sighed, heading for the lab doors, quickly disappearing.

They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment.

“So I was thinking- ” Johnny begun.

“That’s something you can do? Huh, weird. You learn something new every day. ” Y/n cut in, knitting her brows together, tilting her head.

“Ouch, I take it back, forget I said anything,” Johnny replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the lab counter.

“Okay, fine, what were you thinking about, Jonathan?” Y/n said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, followed by a small giggle. His face softened watching her. He opened his mouth before closing it again and taking a small breath.

“Are you free Friday?” He asked, almost hesitantly. Y/n froze, her words making her whole face flush. Was she crazy, or was he asking her out? Then reality set in, she was standing in front of one of the most notorious playboys in all of New York.

“No,” She blurted out almost instinctively. Johnny straightened at her words.

“No?” He repeated like it was a foreign language. “You’re not free?”

“No?” She said like it was a question. Johnny closed his eyes for a second, trying to follow what was happening.

“Wait.. No, you’re not busy, or no, you are?” Johnny questioned, sounding lost. Y/n’s brows furrowed as she processed his words.

“I mean, Johnny, I refuse to be just some new sexual venture and risk my place here and with your family,” she rambled sternly.

“Woah, woah, I never even got my question out, and now you’re assuming that I was trying to get in your pants,” Johnny defended, raising an eyebrow he leaned in closer, heatedly scanning over her face.

“Okay, great. I misunderstood what you were going to ask,” Y/n inquired, a smile playing on her lips, confidently making direct eye contact. As soon as she finished her sentence, he narrowed his eyes and went completely speechless. Now that was a new one for him. “by all means take your time thinking of an excuse but y-“

Before she could finish rambling, he leaned in, placing a hand on her cheek and kissing her. His lips were warm and tasted vaguely of peppermint. She wanted to pull away just to prove a point, but against her better judgement, she melted into the kiss. He tentatively placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her closer and flush against him. Her arms moved from her sides to around his neck as if it was muscle memory. He pulled away long enough to take in her reddened cheeks and wet lips before kissing her again, he groaned as she pushed him toward the counter.

Her hands travelled up to his hair, running her fingers through it as he began leaving small kisses across her neck before sucking on her sweet spot. A soft involuntary groan left her lips as a small mark formed.

“Johnny, I just asked Sue what was wrong and she said she hadn’t even seen you to-“ Reed began before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him, his mouth agape in complete and utter shock.

They all stood frozen, staring at each other like deer in headlights. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, that still tasted like Johnny.

“I’m going to walk back out, then walk in again, and we are all going to pretend I didn’t see this,” Reed calmly said, looking between them before turning on his heel and walking back out of the room.

“So about Friday?” Johnny casually asked, tilting his head.

“Shut up,” Y/n flatly replied, completely mortified.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he hummed with a small grin forming, looking at the blushing mess in front of him.

“Whatever,”

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[worldsmessiestwriter]

CHERRY ON TOP ⋆.🜼

SYNOPSIS: After a tabloid scandal costs Tony’s daughter her spot at MIT, she begins to unravel, and to make matters worse, her dad’s intern, who she hates, is now sat next to her at dinner. What can go wrong?

PAIRING: TH! peter parker x stark! reader (vaguely)

WARNING(S): mentions of sexual content, female reader, use of y/n and lots of angst.

WC: 2k ish

We are sorry to inform you -

Those six words had been playing on a loop in Y/n Stark’s head ever since she first opened the letter. She paced back and forth across her bedroom, rereading it for what had to be the hundredth time. It didn’t make any sense.

She was a Stark. Not that her last name should’ve gotten her in, even if Tony Stark donated millions to MIT every year, which he did, She had earned it. Straight A’s, a perfect 4.0 GPA, student body president, countless extracurriculars, glowing recommendations the list goes on.

This had to be a mistake. They’d mixed up her application with someone else’s. Sent the wrong letter. Because why else would she not get in?

Then it hit her.

Y/n Stark, Hot, Legal and Ready!

That was the gross headline of the article that had come out the week prior, featuring an interview with Spencer Aston a rich trust fund asshole she’d drunkenly slept with after the last Stark Gala. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, She’d always imagined her first time being special the whole thing, candles, rose petals and someone she loved.

Instead, she’d gotten into a big blowout fight with her dad’s intern, Peter Parker, at the last stark gala ending with him telling her she was impossible to love. That he didn’t know a single person who’d touch her with a fifty foot pole, along with some more hurtful words. Sure, she’d definitely started it, but there was something about Peter’s words that got under her skin.

So she made one of the worst decisions she’d ever made, which is really saying something. Spencer hadn’t just told his friends, he’d gone to the press. He gave a full on record interview describing their “steamy night together,” painting Y/n as some spoiled party girl with daddy issues who’s desperate for attention.

To say Tony was furious would be an understatement. He called the entire story complete bullshit, saying his little girl would never do something like that and that he’d never even met Spencer Aston before in his life.

Stark Industries immediately released a statement calling the article entirely false, defamatory, and deliberately damaging to y/n’s reputation. He threatened lawsuits and sat for a whole article about ‘ the real story behind Y/n Stark’s fall from grace’. He even held a whole conference for the press about it, blowing it all way out of proportion.

Of course, she’d denied it. Who wants their dirty laundry everywhere, especially when their ‘dirty laundry’ includes a rich trust fund dick that is publicly talking about what you wanted in bed. It would be easier to deny and never think about it again, right?

Well, Apparently not.

MIT hadn’t rejected her grades. They’d rejected the girl from the headlines.

God, Parker would just love this.

From junior year onwards, he’d somehow wormed himself into every aspect of her life. What began as her dad’s painfully awkward intern had somehow turned into Tony Stark’s favourite person, and her rival. Tony would spend evenings stuck in the lab teaching him everything he knew.

She wanted that, so why did Peter get it?

She couldn’t even escape him at family dinners, every conversation inevitably turns into Peter and his remarkable achievement of the day. One of these days he will fix climate change just to spite just to prove hes better, she’s certain.

“Y/N! Dinner’s ready!” Pepper’s voice cut through her thoughts.

She looked down, the rejection letter was still clenched in her hands, the edges crumpled where her fingers had been gripping it too tightly.

With a frustrated sigh, she tossed both the letter and envelope onto her comforter before forcing herself toward the bedroom door. The smell of roasted garlic and rosemary drifted up the hallway, mixed with the sound of laughter.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, Were they having guests? She rounded the corner into the dining room and immediately understood, Nearly every Avenger was there.

Normally, she would’ve enjoyed the company but tonight she barely noticed them.

Mostly because standing at the head of the table, laughing at something Tony had said, was the golden boy himself, Peter Parker. Bruce stood beside him, with a smile on his lips while Peter rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost embarrassed by whatever compliment Tony had obviously just thrown his way. Y/n felt her jaw tighten.

Of course, the one day her entire world came crashing down, Peter Parker had somehow found his way into her house like some little roach that wouldn’t go away. Did he not have a home or something? Why was he always here, her frustration growing with each new thought.

Tony spotted her first.

“There she is!” he beamed. “Perfect timing. Come here, kiddo.”

Y/n forced something that vaguely resembled a smile trailing over to them. Peter looked over, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. The smile slipped from his face ever so slightly, replaced with a nervousness, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“We’re about to sit down, we saved you a spot,” Tony said with a grin as they headed to the table, his arm guiding her. Of course, it was right next to Peter. Today had to be solid proof that the universe had a sadistic sense of humour.

“Ah, amazing.” she began pulling out her chair and settling in. “Just where I wanted to sit.” Y/n muttered as everyone began settling down and the wine started getting poured.

The team settled into small talk across the table about a recent mission. Something about a woman declaring her love for Steve after he had saved her? Honestly, she wasn’t paying attention. Y/n kept her eyes firmly on her lap, picking at her freshly manicured nails. She could feel Peter’s gaze flickering back and forth between her and the table.

“Y/n, did you get your admission letter yet? Peter was telling me he’d received his. Two prodigies. MIT is one lucky college,” Tony gloated, taking a sip of his glass, looking to pepper with a proud smile painted across his lips.

Y/n looked up at the whole table, staring expectantly with small, polite smiles. Her stomach sank. She coughed before letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding in. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words suddenly failed her. She let out a small, breathy laugh as the air grew slightly awkward before shaking her head with a smile.

“Well, actually, it’s funny,” she began, a dry laugh escaping her lips. “I’m actually not going to MIT. I got rejected.”

As the words left her mouth, the room suddenly got pin drop silent. Steve quickly picked up his wine glass, taking a few sips avoiding all eye contact, Tony’s face was suddenly devoid of all humour, his brows furrowed as he processed her words and Peter eyes were wide like he had just witnessed a murder.

“What?” Tony asked, tilting his head like he’d just been told the world’s worst joke.

“Yeah, yeah, not even waitlisted, just rejected.” She added bitterly, picking up her wine glass, taking a sip, before raising her eyebrows and adding, “Oh, and the cherry on top, that article, yeah, all true! I lost my virginity to that jackass, I mean, talk about bad judgement.”

Tony’s expression was completely unreadable, Natasha’s jaw dropped slightly, side eyeing Clint who shared in her expression while Bruce awkwardly looked away from the table, suddenly finding himself deeply interest in an abstract vase near the door, actually scrap that maybe he was just eyeing the door planning his escape.

Steve looked around the table before opening his mouth to speak, putting on his best supportive uncle face, “Well, upwards and onwards, as they s-” before he could finish, Tony interrupted him.

“Hold on, I’m sorry. Let me get this straight you didn’t get into MIT, you lied about that article that I publicly defended you against. You do realise the repercussions this could have for our family, right? And seriously, MIT, why?” Tony spoke coldly, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s face, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. “I’m not mad you didn’t get into MIT, I’m mad you could possibly be this stupid. You were a shoe in, Y/n. I mean, Jesus, I raised you better than this.” He continued.

the whole dining room was completely silent, Peter awkwardly coughed before slumping in his seat.

Y/n’s mouth fell agape at Tony’s words. She cocked a brow in confusion. “Oh, our family’s reputation. What about mine? Dad, I wanted this college too, just because I’m not some perfect virgin prodigy like Peter.” She argued angrily, throwing a hand towards Peter as if to present him. He suddenly covered his face with his hands leaning on the table, trying to hide from this whole situation.

Natasha let out a small chuckle at Y/n’s words, which was promptly followed by a cough, trying to cover the amusement she was finding in this whole situation. She got a prompt shove from Clint’s elbow, which was followed by him quickly shaking his head as if to say, ‘Not the time.’

“Right, I think we should all take a moment and- “ Pepper begun, politely folding her hands in her lap, offering a tight lipped smile.

“Also, you didn’t raise me better than this. You didn’t raise me at all. You were away wetting your dick with random women for half my childhood, but sure, yes, you raised me better, Dad.” Y/n spat out bitterly.

Bruce audibly choked on air and quickly looked around at the rest of the team, who were sharing in his tense awkwardness. Y/n took a look at them all before her eyes landed on Tony, who was staring at her, shaking his head like she had just spat on his shoes. Then her eyes landed on Peter, who had this sad pitying look on his face, and that somehow made her feel worse than her father’s reaction.

“Excuse me, I’m going to my room,” she muttered before turning and leaving the dining room. As she headed to her room, she could hear awkward conversation starting up again. Guilt ate away at her stomach, that was not the way she assumed that would go at all.

Y/n closed the door and immediately fell backwards onto her mattress, landing onto the stupid letter that uncomfortably stuck into her back. She groaned, sitting up to throw the letter away from her immediate sight, but as she did, a small, timid knock came from her door.

“Come in.” she called as the door opened to reveal Peter Parker. Oh great, he’s here to gloat, she thought cynically. “You know, if you’re here to gloat, you can just leave. I’m really not in the mood for you.” She added, sitting up, her eyebrows furrowing at him.

“What? No, no, I’m not here to gloat. I mean, I know how I would feel if I- “ before he could even finish, Y/N cut in.

“I don’t want your pity either, Parker,” Y/n began, standing up and making her way to Peter, who stood by the door still. “You won, congrats. Want a medal?” she bitterly said, looking him up and down.

Peter stood in disbelief, letting out a sharp breath. “What? None of this is about winning. What’s the prize here, MIT? I mean, God, we both know you deserved a spot at that school.” He argued, talking with his hands rapidly, hearing his words make tears prick at her eyes. She shook her head before looking down to avoid his gaze.

“No, Peter, this is about Dad. My Dad. Of course you got into MIT. Of course, you’d never do anything to risk that and he knows that. You won. So, well done, now you’ll always be perfect to him, and I’m the fuck up that ruined everything.” Tears flowed as she kept talking. It quickly turned into broken sobs before she could process it. Peter walked over to her, unexpectedly wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tightly as her chest heaved.

What was happening right now? This is Peter Parker, the same Peter Parker who she fought with on the Daily, but before she could pull away, he spoke again.

“I don’t want your Dad, Y/N,” he muttered softly into her hair. “If you heard the way he talks about you while working, he’s so proud of you.”

His words only made her sob harder, relaxing into his chest, making his shirt wet with tears. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

“I just wanted to feel loved.” She admitted, gripping onto Peter. She didn’t know why she was admitting this all, but she felt safe. He made her feel safe.

“You are loved,” Peter said so softly that she almost missed it.

Y/n didn’t reply. She couldn’t. She hated that he was seeing her so weak. This wasn’t her, but he didn’t make her feel bad. If anything, she felt better that he was holding her. Begrudgingly, he let go of her, stepping back slightly, still only inches apart.

“I never understood why you hated me, but I think I finally know now, Y/n. I am not your competitor. You’re so incredible, you’re like the smartest person I know, not to mention I’ve never seen anyone more compassionate and passionate when around people they love,” he whispered, his eyes not leaving hers.

Something stirred in her chest at his words. His face was so close and he looked completely genuine. Silence settled between them, and she couldn’t even remember what she hated him for less than twenty minutes ago. Her gaze fell from his eyes to his mouth then back up again as the stood in comfortable silence.

“Peter, I- “ Y/n began before being interrupted by a slightly aggressive knock as the door opened. Peter immediately took a big step back from her, awkwardly like he was caught in the act. Tony lent on the doorframe, looking between the two for a moment before Peter let out an awkward cough.

“I’m gonna.. go?” he said like it was a question. He looked at Y/n as she gave him a tight smile and quickly left the room.

Tony stayed in the doorway for a long moment after Peter disappeared down the hall.

“I’m going to reach out to the admissions board first thing tomorrow mor-,” Tony started walking towards her. Y/n shook her head, taking a step back as he approached.

“No, no, don’t do that, Dad, please,” Y/n interrupted. “I don’t want to be the girl who only got into MIT because Tony Stark made a phone call. If I get in now, that’s all anyone will ever think.”

“They rejected you because of that article.” His voice was firm, almost matter of fact. “That’s discrimination. They judged you over your personal life instead of your academic record.”

“And whose fault is it that the article even mattered?” she shot back.

“You went on every news channel you could find, called it fake, threatened lawsuits, made this whole massive spectacle.” Her voice cracked despite herself. “You turned it into international news when if we left it, it would’ve been old news within a week.”

“I was protecting my daughter,” Tony said sternly. “I was trying to prove that article isn’t you and doesn’t get to define you.”

“Well, it kind of does when it’s now the first thing that comes up when people search my name.” Y/n replied coldly. “I’ve got nothing to defend me. I’m not an Avenger like you. I’ve done nothing to make me a ‘good person’, so now by default I’m just a nepo baby with daddy issues who also happens to be a massive slut.”

Tony’s face softened as he listened. Y/n sighed, shaking her head and walking over to her bed, wiping her eyes and sitting on the edge.

“I don’t care about stupid MIT or the articles. Well, I do, but.. I care about proving myself to you and making you proud more,” Y/n added quietly, avoiding eye contact with her dad.

Tony made his way to her bed and crouched down in front of her, forcing her to look at him. “You could never disappoint me. You’re smarter than I ever was at your age. I am so proud of you.” He whispered. Y/n sniffled and gave him a small smile. “But you are very grounded for lying, kay?” He added, smiling at her, before getting up with a groan and muttering something about getting old.

Before heading out the door, he paused. “Oh, the kid definitely has a thing for you. Let him down gently, yeah?” And with that, he closed the door.

She let out a sharp laugh, Peter Parker like her? yeah, right.

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Some Anastasia and gleb content, very much unfinished but too cute not to post ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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they say modern love’s a cruel endeavour and to that i say,

“ fuck it, whatever!”

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CHERRY ON TOP

After a tabloid scandal costs Tony’s daughter her spot at MIT, she begins to unravel, and to make matters worse, her dad’s intern, who she hates, is now sat next to her at dinner. What can go wrong?

DROP DEAD

She knew her and Peter Parker were meant to be as soon as he walked into Stark Industries, call it feminine intuition.

I HAD BIG DREAMS TILL’ I TIED MYSELF TO YOU

as olivia rodrigo says ‘ are we so in love in love are we too attached ‘ that’s it.. that’s the synopsis.

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THE LAW OF ATTRACTION

Johnny Storm likes annoying his brother-in-law, but he likes flirting with his assistant more.

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