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thollandsgirl2013 · 7 months ago

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Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → embarrassing situation

Summary → Peter and you get caught by May.

Peter’s sixteenth birthday had been awkward, to say the least.

May had tried her best to make it memorable—she’d baked his favorite cake, gifted him a new Lego set, and even made sure his friends came over earlier to celebrate with him. Everything seemed to be going fine, that is until the last gift came, when everyone left and it's just May and Peter.

“Happy birthday, Peter!” May beamed as she handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. Peter furrowed his brow, curious, looking up at her suspiciously.

“Uh, thanks, May,” he said slowly, already a little concerned. He tore open the wrapping paper and lifted the lid, only for his face to instantly turn beet red.

“Oh my God, May!” He groaned, his eyes wide as he stared down at the contents of the box—condoms. His whole body felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

May, leaning casually against Peter's study table, had the audacity to smirk. “What? I just want you to be prepared, Peter,” she said, entirely too calm for his liking. “You’re sixteen now, you’re growing up, and I’m not dumb. Boys your age—”

“May!” Peter flailed, waving his hands as if he could physically stop the words from coming out of her mouth. “Please! I don’t even have a girlfriend!”

May tilted her head and gave him a look, one of those all-knowing, teasing looks that made Peter feel like she could read his mind. “Really? You don’t? So, what about Y/n? Weren't you crushing on her? I literally saw you stutter in front of her when she came over at the party.” Her eyebrows wiggled, and Peter wanted to sink into the floor.

Peter’s face turned an even brighter shade of red—if that was possible. “That’s different! I mean… I haven’t even asked her out yet!” He stammered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he tried not to make eye contact with May. He glanced at the box in his hands and quickly shoved it behind his back, as if doing that would make it all disappear. “This is... so weird.”

May chuckled, walking over to him, and affectionately ruffling his curly hair. “It’s not weird, Peter. It’s called being responsible.” She softened her tone, looking at him with sincere eyes now. “I just want you to be smart about these things when you’re ready. You’ll thank me later.”

Peter groaned, turning away from her as he tossed the box into the drawer of his nightstand like it was a hot potato. “Yeah, yeah. But for the record, I’m not using them anytime soon. Seriously.”

Exactly one week later, Peter found himself standing beside your locker, nervously shifting from one foot to the other as he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.

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Now, five months had passed since that nerve-wracking moment when Peter had stammered his way through asking you to be his girlfriend. His hands had been clammy, he couldn’t stop fidgeting, and the carefully rehearsed speech he’d prepared had completely fallen apart when he saw your smile. Somehow, though, despite his stumbling words and flushed cheeks, you’d said yes.

He was convinced his heart had exploded when he heard your response. But there was just one problem.

He still hadn’t told May.

Peter wasn’t actively trying to hide it from her—well, not exactly. He just hadn’t found the right time to bring up the fact that he has a girlfriend. May was great, but he could already imagine the look of teasing glee on her face once she found out, and that thought alone made his stomach twist into knots. So, for now, sneaking around felt… easier. Plus, it wasn’t like he was lying. Well, not much. May thought he was out on patrol today, but instead, he was spending the afternoon with you.

Meanwhile, May was blissfully unaware of Peter’s real plans for the day. She was lounging at home, sipping coffee, when she decided she might as well tidy up his room. After all, Peter was always too busy with school, work, and Spider-Man duties to keep up with it himself. Humming to herself, she stepped into his messy room.

“That boy never cleans,” May muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she picked up discarded clothes from the floor and tossed them into a laundry basket.

As she straightened his bed, something caught her eye—something dark and out of place, sticking out of his closet. Frowning, she walked over to investigate, pulling the item free from the shelf.

A black lacy bra.

May blinked. “What the…?” She stared at it in confusion, her mind racing. When did Peter start collecting bras? No, that can’t be it. Does Peter have a girlfriend? She squinted at the bra, trying to piece things together.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but as she processed it further, her eyes darted toward Peter’s nightstand. A sudden memory surfaced—the box of condoms she’d given Peter on his sixteenth birthday. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she pulled the drawer open, her stomach in knots.

There it was.

The box, which had once been full, now contained only two condoms. May stood there, staring down at it in disbelief.

“Oh boy…” she muttered to herself, exhaling sharply. She didn’t know whether to be angry that Peter hadn’t told her or relieved that at least he was being safe. Either way, her emotions swirled between concern and amusement. He’s really growing up, she thought, but her protective instincts kicking in.

May sat down on the edge of Peter’s bed, running a hand through her hair. “We’re going to need to have a talk,” she whispered to herself, trying to think of how to approach the conversation. She didn’t want to embarrass him more than necessary, but she also couldn’t ignore this.

Just as she was about to step out of the room, she heard the front door creak open. Voices, low and hushed, floated through the hallway.

Peter and you stumbled inside, locked in a heated kiss. Peter’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you giggled into his lips. You barely broke away long enough to whisper, “You sure May isn’t home?”

“She’s at FEAST, don’t worry,” Peter reassured you, his voice rough and breathless as his lips moved down to your neck.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his curls. “Good, because I’ve been waiting all day for this…”

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the house, cutting through the heat of the moment like a knife. “PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!”

Both of you froze in place, your lips barely an inch apart. Peter’s eyes widened in horror as he recognized the voice.

“May,” he whispered, his blood running cold. You quickly pulled away, your face flushed with embarrassment.

May stood at the doorway to Peter’s room, her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief. The bra dangled from her hand like a smoking gun.

Peter gulped. “I-I can explain.”

May raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room. “Oh, I’m sure you can,” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “But first, care to explain this?” She held up the bra, her gaze shifting between you and Peter.

You winced, your cheeks turning bright red as you avoided eye contact. Peter, however, was already spiraling into full-blown panic mode.

“Okay, okay, listen, May! It’s not—it’s not what you think!” Peter stammered, holding his hands up defensively. “We didn’t… I mean, it’s not like… we just…”

May crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. “Oh really? So you’re telling me this bra just magically appeared in your closet? Why didn't you tell me?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make things awkward. Y/n and I have been dating for five months, but—”

“Five months?” May interrupted, her eyes widening. “Five months, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

You finally found the courage to speak up. “It’s not Peter’s fault, May. We just… wanted to keep things low-key.”

May’s expression softened, but only slightly. “Low-key doesn’t mean sneaking around behind my back.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “And don’t think I didn’t notice this either.” She motioned to the condom box.

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh God, this is the worst day of my life.”

May shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite her frustration. “It’s not the worst, Peter. Trust me, I’ve seen worse. But we’re going to have a conversation about this.”

Peter’s head shot up, his face paling. “Oh no, not the talk. May, I’m almost seventeen, please—”

“Exactly, you’re almost seventeen, and that’s why you need this talk.” May’s tone was firm but caring. She turned to you with a sigh.

You shifted awkwardly on your feet, glancing toward the door, clearly wanting to flee. But before you could make your escape, May held up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n, stay,” May said firmly, though her voice softened a little. “You’re a part of this too, and I need to make sure you’re okay as well.” She glanced between you and Peter, concern etched on her face.

Peter shot you a helpless look, his eyes wide and pleading. You swallowed nervously and nodded, stepping back to Peter’s side, feeling the heat rush to your face.

May took a deep breath, pulling out the desk chair and sitting down. “Alright. First of all, Peter, you should’ve told me about you two. I’m not mad you’re dating Y/n. What I’m mad about is the sneaking around.”

Peter winced. “I know, I should’ve… I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and I thought… I thought it might make things weird.”

May shook her head. “Peter, I’m your aunt, not your enemy. I’m not here to make things difficult for you. But sneaking around, lying about where you’re going… I’m not okay with that.”

Peter hung his head. “I’m sorry, May. I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m not done,” May interrupted, raising a hand. She then turned to you, her expression softening. “And Y/n, I hope you understand that you’re important to Peter—and that means you’re important to me, too. I’m not mad at you either, but I do need to talk to both of you about… boundaries.”

You felt your face go hot again, but you nodded. “I understand. I just didn’t want to make things awkward with you.”

May gave you a small, understanding smile. “I appreciate that, but what I really care about is that both of you are being responsible. I see you found a way to use those condoms I gave Peter.”

Peter made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper, covering his face with both hands. “May, please, no,” he muttered, absolutely mortified.

May ignored his protest and pressed on. “Look, I get it—you’re teenagers, you’re curious, and you have feelings for each other. But I need to know that you’re both being careful and not rushing into anything you’re not ready for.”

Peter peeked through his fingers, his face still flushed. “We’re being careful. I swear.” He shot a glance at you, making sure you were okay with what he was saying.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we are. We didn’t… it’s not like we’re rushing into anything. We’ve just been… taking our time.”

May looked between the two of you, nodding slowly. “Okay. That’s good to hear. But just so we’re clear, I’m always here if you have questions or concerns. I’d rather you talk to me about things than hide them.”

Peter dropped his hands to his sides, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Okay. We get it, May. No more secrets.”

May’s expression softened further as she stood and approached the two of you. “Good. I trust you, Peter. And you, Y/n.” She gave you a gentle pat on the arm before turning to Peter, raising an eyebrow. “But if I ever find something like this again without knowing what’s going on…” She held up the bra, waving it slightly. “…we’re having another talk. And it won’t be as nice.”

Peter winced, his face burning with embarrassment. “Got it. Loud and clear.”

May sighed and placed the bra back into your hands. “Here, you should take this with you, Y/n. I don’t think Peter needs to be holding onto it any longer.”

You let out a nervous laugh, grabbing it and stuffing it into your bag as fast as you could. “Thanks, May. I’ll… uh, make sure it doesn’t end up here again.”

Peter groaned, rubbing his face. “Please, can we stop talking about the bra now?”

May chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop torturing you.”

Just then, the sound of May’s phone buzzing broke the tension. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced at the screen. “Looks like I’ve got to head back to FEAST. They need me for something.” She looked back at the two of you, her tone softening. “Just… think about what I said, okay? Be smart. Be responsible.”

Peter nodded quickly, clearly eager for this conversation to be over. “We will, May. Thanks.”

With one last look at you both, May gave a nod and headed toward the door. “I’ll be back later tonight. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”

As the door closed behind her, Peter let out a long breath, slumping down on his bed in defeat. “Oh my God,” he groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “That was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You giggled softly, sitting down beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Well… at least she wasn’t that mad.”

Peter looked at you, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, I guess. But seriously, how am I ever going to look her in the eye again?”

You laughed and leaned over, kissing him gently on the cheek. “You’ll survive. Besides, now that she knows, we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at the thought, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “That’s true. We could… take advantage of that.”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully nudging him again. “Oh really? After that talk we just had?”

Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “Well, maybe not right after,” he teased, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed, resting your head against his chest as you both lay back on the bed. For a moment, everything was peaceful, the tension from earlier melting away. Peter stroked your hair gently, his breath steady and calm.

“Thanks for staying,” he murmured, his voice soft.

You smiled, your hand resting on his chest as you looked up at him. “Of course. We’re in this together.”

Peter pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “Yeah. Together.”

“Oh no,” Peter muttered, his face paling.

You blinked, sitting up beside him. “What? What’s wrong?”

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Did she take the condoms?”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why?”

Peter bit his lip nervously and looked at you, cheeks flushing. “She’s out… so, maybe we could c-continue what we planned.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “Peter…”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 4 months ago

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hi first of, i love your writing so much. secondly, i dont know if you take requests, and if you dont, that's totally fine. but i was wondering if you could do a peter x reader in an established relationship & living together and her brother or cousin (whatever really) unexpectedly shows up and she just calls peter a roommate. then he comes out all jealous until he realizes thats her family

a/n: this one has been in my inbox for so long, feels really nice to finally write it

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You swiftly leapt out of the kitchen as the doorbell suddenly rang, leaving your boyfriend behind as he continued to clutch a wooden spoon and make sure your dinner didn’t burn. Though as you pulled open the front door to your apartment, the surprise on the other side nearly caused you to stumble.

“Will!” your jaw hit the floor at the sight of none other than your brother, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in town,” he flashed you a bright grin, holding out his arms like he was the expensive Lego set your parents never permitted you to get as a child, “what, am I not allowed to just drop by?”

“No, of course you are,” you faintly shook your dazed head as he crossed over the threshold, “we were just about to have dinner–”

“We?” his eyebrows cocked, “oh shit, do you have company right now?”

“No, no, or well, it’s just Peter.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah, my boy–, roommate,” you swiftly squeaked, “he’s my roommate.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a roomie!” he smiled as he kicked off his shoes and set down his bag.

“Uhm, yep,” you stiffly coughed, “it’s kind of a new development…”

“Hey, darling,” Will then glanced over his shoulder after he’d hung his coat up on a hook on the hallway wall, “where’s the bathroom?”

“Right down there,” you pointed before watching him trot down in that direction.

Once you’d returned to the kitchen, the soft smile, that had been on Peter’s lips back when you’d left, had faded as he continued to drag the long spoon through the sautéing vegetables.

Narrowing his gaze in your direction, he then said, “so, roomie,” his petty tone revealing how much he’d overheard through the apartment’s thin walls, “who’s Will?” he kissed his teeth, “anything you’d like come clean about?”

“What?” your face instantly scrunched up, “ew, gross, no! Will is my brother!”

All of Peter’s tension then promptly melted away, “oh, Will, Will! Your brother Will!” he connected the dots, then smiled widely as, “hey look, your brother’s here,” flowed out past his lips in an adorably genuine tone, as if he hadn’t just misunderstood everything.

“Yes, you weirdo,” you light-heartedly rolled your eyes and shifted to check the timer on the things in the oven.

“Doesn’t he already know about us?” he asked, “we have been together for two years and, oh yeah, we live together! I don’t know about you, but that’s not exactly what I’d describe as a casual relationship.”

“No, of course, he knows about the vague idea of you,” gaze averted to the scraps left on the cutting board, you began to explain, “but he doesn’t know that we moved in together, and if he knows, then that means my parents will know, and trust me, you’re not ready for that yet.”

“I think I can handle a couple of parents, thank you very much,” he chuckled, not yet heeding your warning.

Finally meeting his gaze, you placed a hand on his forearm and exhaled, “honey, they would interpret us moving in together as instant wedding bells and like a trillion babies. I am doing this for your protection.”

“Oh…” he uttered slowly, his brows raising at your words, “well, thanks for having my back then.”

“You’re welcome,” you briefly leaned in and pressed a peck to his lips before you drew back once more and sucked in a deep breath, conjuring the strength that the rest of the night surely required, “now, do you wanna go help me give my brother a tour and rapidly come up with an answer as to why we only have one bed?”

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years ago

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I Can See You

pairing: Peter Parker x Happy’s daughter!reader

synopsis: You can see Peter being your addiction and Peter can see you as a secret mission

real synopsis: Happy forbids you and Peter from dating, which only makes you want to do it more

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“Hey.” You nodded at Peter as you wandered into his room. The hair on Peters neck stood up on high alert now that a stranger was in his bedroom. He shut his laptop and swiveled in his desk chair to follow what you were doing. He watched you walk over to his Lego shelf as if you’d been in his room a hundred times and admired his Lego titanic.

“Um, hello. Can I help you?” Peter asked.

“Did you build this?” You asked in reply.

“Oh, yeah. I did. It took me almost a full month.”

“Wow. It’s huge.” You said and gently ran your hand along the side of it.

“I know. It’s kinda cramped in here, though. I want to display it in the living room.” Peter told you. His tingle was telling him you weren’t a threat so now he just saw you as a pretty girl who had wandered into his room.

“You totally should display this thing. It’s awesome. What’s stopping you?” You wondered.

“The family pictures in the way.” Peter laughed dryly.

“Psh. Who needs those?” You joked, making him smile.

“Not me.” Peter played along. “But my aunt might be just a little upset if I replaced photos of her dead brother and dead husband with my Lego titanic.”

“That’s nothing. My dad replaced my high school graduation picture with a photo of his dead best friend eating a cheeseburger. It’s not even a good picture. It’s blurry and my dads pinky is in the frame.”

“Damn, your graduation picture? That’s next level. Either he really loved his best friend or it was a really good cheeseburger.”

“Probably both.” You shrugged. “Uncle Tony knew all the best cheeseburger spots in Queens.”

“Wait, Tony? Like Tony Stark?” Peter asked and stood up from his desk chair.

“Yeah, Tony Stark. Oh, that’s right. I forgot you knew him.” You said and tapped the side of your head.

“Your dads best friend.” Peter said to himself. “Wait a second. Are you…”

“Y/n Hogan. Your aunt invited my dad and I over for dinner.” You said and you held your hand out.

“Wait, you’re Happy’s daughter? But you’re so pretty.” Peter said in disbelief as he shook your hand.

“What?” You laughed.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Your dad is a very beautiful man. I can see the resemblance.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Seeing the resemblance is impressive considering I was adopted.” You laughed again and continued looking around his room. You saw his Spiderman suit hanging in the closet and touched it with a fond smile on your face.

“Oh God. Can we start over? I feel like I failed at this conversation.”

“You didn’t. I actually think you’re doing a pretty good job talking to me considering the deep lore that runs between us and our mutual acquaintances.” You assured him.

“Oh.” He blushed. “Thanks.”

“No problem. So did this thing come with a Lego iceberg?” You asked and pointed to the Lego titanic.

“No. That would’ve been perfect. But unfortunately, Lego didn’t have a dark sense of humor.”

“But I do. Do you have any blue legos?” You asked with a devious smile.

“Yeah. What are you thinking?”

A few minutes later, you and Peter were sitting on his bedroom floor with his Lego bin between you. You led the conversation, much to Peters delight, as you added onto each others creations. Even though Peter was usually shy and awkward around strangers, he found it very easy to talk to you. Maybe it was because you were already apart of his secret world and he didn’t have to lie about anything, or maybe it was just because you got along. Whatever it was, Peter really enjoyed talking to you. You felt more like an old friend rather then a stranger. Happy came into the room after a little while and was surprised to see you already in there.

“Oh, there you are. I was looking for you. But I see you found Peter.” Happy said and gave Peter a stern look.

“You never told me you had a daughter.” Peter playfully scolded him to keep the mood light.

“That’s because I don’t disclose any personal information to teenagers in spandex.” Happy said curtly.

“Dad. Be nice.” You whispered harshly.

“What are you guys doing in here anyway?” Happy asked as he folded his arms.

“Making a Lego iceberg for Peters Lego titanic.” You explained and held up what you had built so far.

“Interesting, interesting. Peter, can I talk to you for a second?” Happy said through a fake smile.

“Yeah. Sure. Be right back.” He told you before getting up to follow Happy into the hallway.

“What’s up?” Peter asked kindly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Happy said immediately.

“Huh? Don’t think about what?”

“My daughter. Don’t even let it cross your mind. Because if it crosses your mind, I’ll know about it. And if I know about it, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Wait, you think I’m trying to date your daughter? I just met her. Relax.” Peter laughed.

“No, I won’t relax. I don’t ever want to see my daughter in your bedroom, okay? That’s gross. I don’t want you getting your horny little nerd germs on her.”

“We were just playing with legos.” Peter pointed out.

“That’s always how it starts.” Happy wagged his finger. “I know your type. You lure girls in with your boyish charm because they think you’re safe.”

“I am safe, Happy.” Peter insisted. “You know me. You know I’d never break her heart.”

“I know you won’t. Because you won’t get the chance.”

“I’m sorry, but why is it okay for you to date my aunt but not for me to date your daughter?” Peter asked and folded his arms.

“Oh, so it has crossed your mind? I knew you were thinking about dating my daughter.” Happy pointed accusingly at him. “I knew it the second I walked into your room. You’re thinking about her right now, aren’t you? Well stop. My daughter is not allowed in your head, okay? Ever. Get her out.”

“I wasn’t thinking about dating her until you put the idea into my head. But I kinda want to do it now.” Peter laughed in amusement and looked back at his room where you were.

“Don’t you even dare.” Happy whispered and took a step closer to him.

“Or what? What’ll you do?” Peter challenged him. He didn’t even care that much about it, he just wanted to antagonize Happy for his own amusement.

“Kill you.” Happy stated like it was obvious. “Like I said.”

“What if she likes me? Huh?” Peter smirked. “You can’t tell her not to date me. That’ll just drive her straight into my arms.”

“That’s not gonna be a problem because she’ll never like you. She’s too smart.”

“I’m a good guy, Happy. Tony knew that. Wouldn’t you rather her date a nice, responsible guy that you’ve known for years over some random stranger whose intentions might be impure?”

“She can date a guy I know.” Happy shrugged. “Just not you.”

“We’ll see.” Peter shrugged as well.

“What? What does that mean? We’ll see? We’re not gonna see anything because you’re not dating my daughter.” Happy declared.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” Peter shrugged again.

“No, you definitely won’t.”

“How are you gonna stop it?” Peter asked him.

“With a gun.” Happy replied. “That I use to kill you. To death.”

“I don’t think your daughter would appreciate you killing her future boyfriend.” Peter said innocently.

“You’re not her future boyfriend. You’re not her future anything. But you’re a future dead person if you keep this up.”

“Relax, Happy. I’m just messing with you. I’m not gonna date your daughter.” Peter laughed and patted Happy’s shoulder. Just then, you came out of Peters room with the Lego iceberg you had built.

“I’m gonna help May in the kitchen. Maybe I’ll accidentally knock down a few family pictures while I’m in there.” You said and winked at Peter.

“Why would you do that?” Happy asked you.

“Peter gets it.” You smiled coyly before disappearing down the hall and into the kitchen. Peter watched you walk away and felt something blossoming in his chest. That simple moment of sweet understanding between you was all he needed to fall head over heels for you.

“Happy?” Peter said without taking his eyes off where you had just been standing.

“Yeah?” Happy replied. Peter turned to face him, put his hand on Happy’s shoulder, and smiled sympathetically.

“I’m gonna date your daughter.”

Before Happy could respond, May called everyone in for dinner. Peter and Happy exchanged a look before throwing on smiles so that you and May wouldn’t suspect anything. Happy sat across from Peter with you sitting beside him, meaning that every time Peter looked at you, he got a kick under the table from Happy. Similarly, anytime you tried to ask Peter a question or start a conversation with him, Happy cut you off. Peter tried to do the same with you but was always met with a death glare from Happy. The incredibly silent and awkward dinner ended all too soon and Happy could not have taken you out of Peters apartment fast enough. You waved to Peter as Happy pulled you out the door but there was no time for an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding jk jk iykyk.

Peter was fully prepared to let his little crush on you go away on its own without any intention of acting on it. He knew it was a bad idea anyway to get involved with the daughter of the head of security, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time.

“Hey Happy. I just wanted to report that I found a lost dog today. But then it ran away again after I returned to to the owner. I’m starting to think it wanted to be lost. Maybe he met a bunch of stray dogs and felt more at home with them on the streets than he ever did in his owner’s apartment. What do you think?” Peter asked over FaceTime as he gave Happy his daily report from patrolling the neighborhood.

“Kid, I don’t care. I never have. You don’t need to keep calling me with random updates of what you do on patrol.” Happy told him. In the background of Happy’s video, Peter could see you walking into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around yourself and your wet hair hanging around your face. He perked up and felt his face heat up at the sight of you.

“Is that Peter?” You asked and walked over to where Happy was sitting.

“No. It’s not.” Happy said and tried to shut his laptop.

“Hi Peter.” You opened it back up and waved, leaving you with only one hand to hold your towel onto your body. Peter turned bright red as he stared at the screen and felt all dialogue options leave his mind.

“Oh, uh, hi.” He stammered. “I didn’t see you there. I didn’t even know you were home. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good.” You shrugged. “What kind of dog was it?”

“What?”

“The dog you found. What breed?” You asked with genuine interest. Peter smiled at you wanting to know and felt his blush deepen.

“Chihuahua. His name was Pinto.”

“Aw.” You smiled. “That’s so cute.“

“Oh, yeah. Very cute. Very, very cute.” Peters eyes glazed over as he stared at your through the screen. Happy looked back and forth between Peter and you before realizing what Peter was staring at.

“I’m hanging up now.” Happy warned.

“Wait-“

The call ended abruptly and Peter was left alone staring at a black screen. If Happy was going to stop him from seeing you, he would going to have to get creative.

A few nights later, Peter formed a new plan. If Happy was gonna date his aunt, he was going to use it to his advantage.

“Oopsie. I just accidentally ordered two pizzas instead of one. Silly me. What will we do with all this incoming pizza?” Peter asked as he dramatically scratched the top of his head to make it look like he was thinking.

“I don’t know.” May shrugged. “Eat a lot of pizza?”

“That’s a great idea, May. Or, and this is just coming to me now, what if we invite Happy over to eat some? So you guys can have a little date night. He even can bring his daughter. What was her name again? Telulah? Annabeth? Marcy?”

“Y/n?” May chuckled and raised her eyebrow.

“Right. Her.” Peter played dumb. “She probably likes pizza, right?”

“I know what you’re doing, but I’m gonna go with it anyway because there’s no way we can eat two pies and I hate wasting food.” May playfully scolded him as she dialed Happy’s number.

Much to Peters delight, you and Happy showed up a few minutes later. You were standing behind your dad with a bag behind your back.

“Hey. Thanks for the invite.” Happy said and kissed Mays cheek. You looked at Peter over your dads shoulder and waved.

“No problem.” May replied. “It was actually Peters idea.”

“Oh, was it?” Happy asked and stared daggers at Peter. Peter shrugged innocently before making eye contact with you. He discreetly nodded towards his bedroom before going to it. You followed after him once the coast was clear.

“Hey.” You smiled at him and shut his door behind you.

“Hey. Thanks for coming over. I’m glad you could make it.” Peter played it cool but was screaming on the inside over you being in his room again.

“I’m glad you invited us. I have a present for you but I didn’t have any way of getting in touch with you.”

“You wanna touch me?” Peter said in a low voice as he stared at you with his eyebrows raised.

“What was that?”

“I said you have a present for me?” He quickly corrected himself and threw on a smile.

“Uh huh. Look what I found.” You held the bag up and pulled out the Lego Super Star Destroyer, a Lego set Peter had dreamed of owning since he was a kid.

“What?! You got this for me?” He jumped out of his chair and held the box to read it.

“Yeah. You mentioned last time that you always wanted this one. I know you’re a big fan of the movies so I wanted you to have it.” You smiled sheepishly as you stared at him. His childlike excitement and wonderstruck expression made him even cuter than you typically found him. His expression changed suddenly when he realized he could never accept such a costly gift.

“This set costs a fortune. You really didn’t have to do this.” Peter looked apologetic as he looked into your eyes. You laughed a little at how bad he felt and put your hand on top of his.

“It’s okay. I wanted to do it.” You assured him. “Plus, Uncle Tony put me in his will so I’m kinda flushed with cash right now. I would’ve just spent the money on something stupid. And I know he loved you so he’d be happy I used the money to buy a Lego set for us.”

“Us?” Peter cracked a smile and felt his excitement return.

“Yeah. I thought we could build it together while my dad makes out with your aunt.” You suggested.

“Gross.” Peter grimaced. “But the part about building it together sounds fun.”

Now that he was willing to keep it, you tore the box open and dumped the pieces out. You and Peter sat next to each other with your knees touching as you built the spaceship. Peter snuck glances at you every now and then, and you caught them every time. You accidentally made eye contact at one point and he turned pink.

“You know, my dads been up my ass all week because of you.” You said with a soft laugh.

“Me? What did I do?”

“I don’t know. Did you tell him we were dating or something?” You questioned him, making him gulp.

“Actually, he told me not to date you.” Peter admitted.

“He told me the same thing. Little does he know, that just makes me want to date you even more.” You replied. Peter froze and realized that if what Happy said made you want to date him more, that meant you already wanted to date him in the first place. You realized that you had said too much at the same time Peter did and looked at him out of the corner of your eye to see if he was weirded out. To your surprise, he was staring at you with a soft expression. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away when you caught him staring.

“Doesn’t he know that the hottest thing a guy can do is be disliked by the girls dad?” Peter said like it was obvious.

“Exactly. I told him disapproving of you was just going to send me straight into your arms. And who could even blame me? They’re really nice arms.” You shrugged and gave Peter a coy smile. Peter laughed shyly and busied himself with the legos so you wouldn’t see him blushing.

“What did he say to that?” He asked you.

“That there will be a cold day in hell before he lets me go out with you.” You laughed.

“And what did you say?” Peter asked as he looked up at you and found that you were already looking at him.

“I told him that he can’t tell me who to date and if I wanted to go out with you, I will.” You said simply. Peter gulped and never broke eye contact with you and he reached for a Lego brick. Your hands accidentally touched and he saw sparks fly.

“Do you want to go out with me?” He asked quietly. You opened your mouth to answer just as May opened hers.

“Hey, kids. Pizzas here.” May said as she appeared in Peters doorway. You looked at him apologetically before getting up and following May to the kitchen. He desperately wanted to get you alone again to finish your conversation, but Happy was never gonna let that happen.

It came time for you and Happy to leave and Peter was visibly disappointed. As Happy and May said their goodbyes, you pulled Peter to the side.

“Goodnight, Peter. I had fun tonight.” You said sincerely.

“So did I. Thank you again for the legos. It’s the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you liked them. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Hopefully soon.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Peter nodded eagerly.

You held out your hand to shake Peters, which Peter found a little strange. But when he shook your hand, he felt you slip a piece of paper into his. Peter waited until Happy was out the door before opening the paper up. Written in your handwriting was your phone number. Peter looked up in surprise and made eye contact with you.

“Call me.” You mouthed to him and made your hand like a phone just as Happy pulled you away.

And that’s exactly what Peter did. It became your nightly secret mission to sneak off and call Peter once you were sure Happy was asleep or preoccupied in front of the TV. You would talk for hours in hushed voices so no one would hear.

“Can you imagine what my dad would do if he found us out?” You asked Peter one night as you hung over the edge of your bed to talk to Peter.

“So there’s an us to find out about?” Peter asked and felt grateful you couldn’t see his blush over the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled timidly. “I really like talking to you, Peter.”

“Well that’s good. I’m happy to hear that. Because I like it too.” He laughed shyly.

“I think about you a lot when we’re not on the phone.” You admitted as you switched positions and rolled onto your stomach.

“You do?” Peter gulped.

“Uh huh. All the time.”

“What do you think about?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe half the things I see inside my head.” You chuckled. Peter gulped again and felt his face heat up. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” He asked. Before you could answer, a loud crash sounded from his side of the phone.

“What’s all that noise?” You asked him.

“Mays looking for the pasta maker.” Peter sighed. “We have a thousand boxes of mezzi rigatoni but she wanted fettuccini.”

“Fettuccine actually sounds amazing right now. I need to get up and make some food. I just hope my dad went grocery shopping or else I’m eating sleep for dinner.”

“You should come over tonight.” Peter said before he would overthink it.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come make pasta with us. May usually burns something and then gives up about 15 minutes into cooking so we wouldn’t have to hang out with her the whole time. We could make pasta together. Just the two of us.”

“Okay. My dads watching a movie in the den so he won’t mind if I go out. I’m in.” You smiled and started to get ready to see him.

“Awesome. Great. See you soon.” Peter grinned and hung up the phone. He quickly brushed his teeth and put on a fresh shirt before joining May in the kitchen. There was a knock on the door soon enough and Peter practically ran to open it.

“Ciao.” He said as he flung the door open.

“Ciao, bello.” You replied. “Scopiamo stasera o cosa?”

“Wait, what? I don’t actually speak Italian.” Peter sheepishly.

“That’s probably for the better.” You laughed and walked into his apartment.

“Oh, good. You’re here. And you brought wine! Even better. Come in, come in.” May kissed your cheek before taking the bottle of wine and opening it.

“Peters been dying for you to get here.” She whispered in your ear, but loud enough for Peter to hear.

“May.” Peter whined and motioned for her to zip it.

“What? I’m just being honest.” May shrugged. “Honesty is the best policy. That’s what I always say.”

“She’s right. That’s a great policy.” You said and gave Peter a look.

“Oh yeah? Does your dad know you’re here?” Peter asked you and folded his arms, already knowing the answer. Your smile dropped when you realized he was right.

“A little lie never hurt anybody.” You replied. Peter smirked, knowing he caught you.

“Come here. I’ll show you how to make the dough.” Peter said and led you to the kitchen with his hand on your back. You and Peter made the pasta dough while May chopped up some tomatoes and made a sauce. May switched the radio on to play some instrumental background music that made the apartment feel like a small cafe in Italy.

“All right. I think we’re ready. I’m gonna get the pasta maker. It should be in the attic.” May broke up the party and put the meatball back in the sauce.

“If you can’t find it, what do we do with all this dough?” You asked her.

“I don’t know. Make a shit ton of Pizza.” May shrugged and left to go find the pasta maker.

“Okay then.” You chuckled. Once you and Peter were alone, you hoped up on the counter and leg your legs swing.

“Should we try it to make sure it tastes good?” You asked as you rolled some dough between your fingers and made a snake.

“Yeah, but not that piece. You made a worm.” Peter said and pointed to your dough.

“So what? It’s just dough. Try some.” You replied and dangled the dough in his face.

“Dough way.” He laughed at his own pun and swatted the dough away.

“Oh, we’re making pasta puns now? You’re gonna pay for that.” You playfully warned him.

“But I dough not want it.” Peter pouted and leaned on the counter you were sitting on so you were caged in between his arms. You both became aware of how close you were at the same time and laughed shyly.

“Can’t think of anything other than replacing “do” with “dough” huh?” You asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Dough, I can’t.” He shamefully admitted. You gave him a look and he held up his hands in defense.

“That one was different.” He pointed out.

“All right. I’ll give it to you. Now eat the pasta worm.” You playfully demanded and dangled it in his face again.

“No. Get that thing away from me.” He laughed and smacked it away. It flew across the room and stuck to a nearby cabinet with a loud smack.

“Wow. Look at that.” Peter said, genuinely dumbfounded.

“It’s kinda beautiful.” You said as you quietly stared at the pasta in awe. Peter turned to look at you and rested his hands back on the counter.

“You’re kinda beautiful.” He said in a soft voice. You tore your eyes away from the pasta to look at him but couldn’t form a single word.

“Even with flour on your face.” He chuckled and wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek with his thumb. You gulped and discreetly picked up some flour off the counter.

“You have some flour on your face too.” You told him as you stared into his eyes.

“Where? Here?” Peter asked and touched his cheek.

“No. Here.” You smirked before throwing the handful of flour at him. Peter coughed and waved his hand to get it away from his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He warned and grabbed a handful of flour. He went to throw it at you but you caught him by the wrist to stop him. Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him so that you couldn’t block his next attempt. But instead of feeling flour on your face, you felt Peter kissing you. You weren’t actually sure if you kissed him or he kissed you, but you didn’t really care. You wasted no time in tangling your hands on his hair and deepening the kiss. His hands slid up and down your back before finding their way up your shirt. You felt your entire body heat up as you kissed him and felt all the tension that had been building up release into the atmosphere between you. He kissed you until you felt dizzy but you didn’t stop even then. You started to unbutton his button down when the moment was interrupted.

“Found it!” May called from the hallway. You jumped apart so quickly that you fell right off the counter. You screamed on the way down as Peter watched with his hands over his mouth. He rushed to pick you up just as May came back into the kitchen. She took one look at the flour covering the two of your, most noticeably the flour handprints on either of Peters cheeks, and knew what had happened.

“Oh my God. What happened in here?” May played dumb.

“Fell.” You and Peter said in unison.

“Oh no. Are you okay?”

“Maybe?” You smiled weakly and rubbed your throbbing head. Peter touched his hands, which now felt cold from the absence of you.

“Oh my God. How did you get flour all over your back?” May laughed and turned you around to see the flour Peter had left all over your clothing.

“I’m a messy girl.” You shrugged and hoped she’d buy it.

“Look at that. The flour on Y/n’s butt looks like a perfect handprint. How funny is that?” May laughed again and pointed to the handprint Peter had left on your black leggings. He turned so red that he had to turn around so May wouldn’t see it.

“I’m gonna go potty.” You said quickly and ran to the bathroom.

“She okay?” May asked once you were gone.

“Her? What? Yeah. She’s fine. Nothing weird happened while you were gone.” Peter said a little too quickly.

“Hm. How did that piece of pasta get stuck to the cabinet?” May asked and pointed to the pasta Peter had flung.

“I’m not sure.” Peter lied.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face and neck is all red.” May asked and pressed her hand to Peters forehead. He knew she was getting suspicious and had to think of a lie to get out of there.

“I have to poop.” Peter blurted and walked out of the kitchen.

“Y/n is in there.” May called after him.

“I’ll go to the other bathroom!” He shouted back.

Peter passed the bathroom in the hallway and stopped outside of it. He pressed his ear against the door to try and hear if you were freaking out or not.

Which you 100% were.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just kiss him. You slut bag! You hussy! You don’t even know how he feels about you.” You whispered to the mirror. You splashed some cold water on your face to calm down before looking at your reflection.

“Woman up and get your shit together. Go out there and make pasta with your dads girlfriends nephew like a fucking normal person.” You warned yourself in the mirror.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Peter fell inside. You gasped and pulled him the rest of the way in before shutting the door.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t doing anything!” Peter said quickly.

“What are you doing out here?!” You whispered harshly.

“Nothing! I just wanted to talk!” He whispered back in a panic.

“So you wait outside the bathroom door? What if I was pooping?! You would’ve heard it.” You whispered even louder and angrily shook his shirt.

“But I didn’t.” He said weakly.

“I think I need to go home.” You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Wait, no. Please stay.” Peter pleaded as he followed after you. He caught you in the hallway and gently pulled your arm to get you to stop.

“I can’t. I can’t go back in there. She’s gonna know something sus happened.” You whispered to him and pointed to the kitchen.

“It wasn’t sus. But I really think we need to talk about it.” Peter said and looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You knew he was dying to talk about it and you felt guilty leaving him after what happened.

“Peter, look. I’m really sorry that I kissed you-“

“I’m not.” He cut you off and pushed you against the wall. The interrupted kiss was resumed and even more passionate than the last. He had you up against the wall as he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. You forgot all about the pasta and your dads warning and just got lost in his touch. You both knew it was wrong and that you could be caught any second, and that’s what made it feel so right. Peter squeezed your hip, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. You couldn’t feel him smiling into the kiss as he pressed you against the wall. That was the moment you knew you were never giving this boy up, no matter what your father said.

“Peter! Y/n! What happened to my sous chefs?” May shouted from the kitchen. You pulled apart and stared at each other as you caught your breath.

Peter gently set you back down on the floor but stayed in your personal space as he leaned against the wall. You never broke eye contact with him as he fixed a strand of hair that he knocked onto the wrong side of your part. You gulped and smoothed your clothing down before looking away.

“Can we talk after? Please? Don’t go home.” Peter pleased as he buttoned his shirt back up. You looked him up and down and knew you were at his mercy.

“Fine. You’ve convinced me. I’ll stay.” You agreed. Peter smiled in relief and led you back to them kitchen.

“Look who decided to join us.” May smiled proudly and stepped to the side to reveal Happy standing behind her. Peters knees buckled and he immediately fainted onto the ground. You caught him and let him lean on you as you waved your hand in front of his face to wake him up.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” You asked through a big fake smile.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said through an even faker smile.

“I was making Peter with Pasta. I mean, pasta with Peter.” You stumbled over your words as Peter came to and nearly fell over again. You held him upright but his waist until he could stand on his own. Happy was watching the whole thing and growing more suspicious by the second.

“Hm. You didn’t mention you were going over my girlfriends house when you said you were going out. I find that a little strange. Don’t you?” Happy shrugged as he folded his arms.

“Maybe I find you a little strange.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Now that Happy’s here we’re gonna need some more pasta. Honey, can you knead the rest of the dough?” May asked you.

“Sure. I can dough that.” You laughed nervously. Happy gave you a strange look and you gulped.

“I’m sorry. I kiss-poke. I mean, misspoke.” You gulped again and went over to the dough. Peter went to follow you and earned a longing glare from Happy as he did. The two of you bumped into each other and dropped things on the floor numerous times from how nervous you were now that Happy was there. Once Happy and May disappeared to the couch to drink wine, Peter knew it was safe to talk.

“Stop being weird.” He whispered to you.

“I’m about to murder-suicide us.” You said at full volume.

“Peter, can you help her? You gotta put your elbow grease into it.” May called from the couch.

“Yeah. I can dough that.” Peter replied.

“Stop making dough puns.” You hissed.

“I literally fucking can’t.” He deadpanned. You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you as he put his hands on top of yours to knead the dough.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Helping you knead the dough.”

“Why wouldn’t you just stand beside me?”

“Because this is how men show women how to do things in rom coms.” Peter said very seriously.

“Okay, but we’re not in a rom com. We’re in real life in your real kitchen with my dad who has a real gun.”

“He won’t shoot me. I’m his girlfriends only nephew. I’m untouchable.”

“And so am I as long as my father is present.” You said and slipped out of his arms.

“Is everything okay over there?” Happy asked from the couch.

“Yes.” You and Peter shouted back in unison. You finished with the dough and brought it over to the pasta maker.

“You better speed run this fucking pasta before I lose my mind.” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” Peter whispered back as he put the dough in the pasta maker as painstakingly slow as possibly. The pasta maker squeaked as he turned the handle and echoed off the walls of the silent kitchen. You could feel sweat running down your face and started to fan yourself.

“I can’t handle this. My dad is gonna know what we did.” You said and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“We haven’t done anything wrong.” He pointed out as he finished up with the pasta. You nodded in agreement and picked up the pasta he had made.

“Yet.” He added and stole a kiss against your neck. You gasped and put your hand where his lips had been.

“What are you doing? My dad is in the next room?”

“I know. That’s what makes it so exciting.” Peter said and leaned in to kiss you again.

“The water should be boiling by now. Can you start putting the pasta in?” May asked as she appeared in the kitchen. You quickly turned around and pretended to be doing something so she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Sure.” Peter smiled calmly at her and put the pasta into the boiling water. May went back to the living room, leaving you and Peter alone once again. You picked up a wooden spoon and pushed the pasta around the pot in an attempt to look busy.

“I can see you. Stop staring at me.” You said when you felt Peters eyes on you. You looked up and sure enough, he was watching you with a soft expression.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” He said as he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you into him. It felt nice for a moment but you knew it shouldn’t be happening.

“I am off limits, okay mister? You cannot be staring at me like that.” You whispered and slipped out of his arms.

“Off limits? What does that mean?” He played dumb.

“It means that we cannot happen.” You said and gestured between the two of you. “We can never, ever happen. My dad will reign hell fire on you for even thinking about it. And he’ll reign regular fire on me because I’m his daughter which will be less hot but still really bad.”

“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “I’m not scared of him.”

“You should be. He has access to all of Uncle Tony’s weapons. So unless you want to get blown up or turned inside out, you need to stop. That’s means stop staring at me, stop touching me, and definitely stop kissing me.” You whispered as you got in his face. Peter smirked now that he had you close again and put his hands on your hips. You gulped and looked anywhere but his eyes as he got close to you.

“You want me to stop kissing you?” He asked as he tilted your chin up to look in his eyes.

“Yes.” You replied, but it came out like more of a question than a statement.

“Are you sure?” He asked and moved in even closer. His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Right before your lips could touch, you covered your mouth and stepped back.

“No. No more. We can’t.” You said behind your hand. Peter smiled sadly and nodded his head. He looked disappointed but like he understood.

“I know we can’t happen.” He said in a soft voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to.”

“It doesn’t matter what we want.” You gently reminded him and nodded towards the living room where Happy was.

“So you want it too?” He asked innocently and tilted his head to the side. You sucked in a sharp breath and thought about the way it felt when he had you up against the wall and how badly you wanted that again.

“Peter.” You breathed out.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful I find you?” Peter asked you. Footsteps approaching made you jump apart and turn your backs to each other.

“Hey guys. How’s the pasta coming?” May asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“It’s coming.” Peter replied.

“It’s definitely pasta.” You nodded in agreement.

“Great. I’ll set the table.” May laughed at your strange behavior and grabbed some plates. Once you were alone again, you answered Peters question.

“Yes.” You told him.

“What?”

“You asked me if I’d want this to happen too. My answer is yes.” You said and looked into his eyes. Peter smiled now that he knew you felt the same but didn’t want to let you off that easy.

“Oh. But then I asked you if you knew how beautiful I found you so I thought you were answering-“

“Shut up.” You laughed as you cut him off. Peter smiled fondly at you from across the kitchen and you felt yourself smile back.

“Do you really feel the same?” He asked, all teasing in his voice gone.

“I do. But I told you, it doesn’t matter what we feel. We can’t date. Ours is a forbidden love.”

“I know. That’s what makes me want you even more.” Peter said with a wicked smile. You stopped leaning on the counter and started to walk to Peter when your dad suddenly walked into the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Happy asked suspiciously when he noticed the love struck expression on both your faces.

“Dad.” You whined. “Don’t you knock?”

“Knock on what? You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen.” He pointed out. You and Peter exchanged a look, and then you and Happy exchanged a look. Happy looked at Peter and narrowed his eyes, making Peter panic.

“Dinners ready!” Peter shouted despite 75% of the people in the apartment being right in front of him.

“Um, Peter, the pasta is still raw. It’s only been in there a few minutes.” You reminded him.

“Dinner!” Peter said again. “Let’s sit and eat.”

You shrugged and went with it to keep your dad from getting suspicious. You drained the pasta and put it in a big bowl before Peter added the sauce on top. You brought it to the dining table that May had set and put it in the center. Everyone sat down and served themselves some pasta.

“So what’s new with everyone?” Happy asked.

“Nothing.” You and Peter said at the same time. You gave him a look and he gulped nervously.

“Is anything new with you?” You asked May politely.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Talk about yourselves. Tell us everything.”

“Well, um, May and I have been thinking about getting married.” Happy said sheepishly. You spit out your water as Peters jaw dropped.

“Oh.” May smiled tightly. “I didn’t realize we were telling them.”

“Wait, married?” You asked them.

“Yeah. Thinking about it.” Happy nodded as May shook her head.

“But, uh, if you guys got married, what would that mean for us exactly?” You laughed nervously and gestured between you and Peter.

“Well, I’d become Peters uncle, so you guys would technically be cousins.” Happy shrugged as May nodded in agreement. A chill ran down your spine at the use of the “c” word. Peters mouth started to heavily salivate like it usually did before he threw up.

“Cousins?” You choked out.

“Or would they be siblings?” Happy wondered.

“Oh God.” You whimpered. “Not siblings. Anything but siblings.”

“No, just cousins.” May explained. “Because I would become Y/n’s stepmom but Peter isn’t my son so they would be cousins. But you guys could consider each other siblings if you really wanted to. It might be nice to have a sister, right Peter?”

“Stop talking.” Peter said in a grave voice as he gripped the table to keep from fainting again.

“Relax guys. It won’t be too weird. You’re basically cousins already.” May said with an innocent smile.

“Oh no. Don’t say that.” You whispered and clutched your stomach.

“I’m gonna throw up.” Peter said through a gag.

“Why?” Happy asked as he narrowed his eyes at Peter.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t you want to be cousins? It’s just you and me on holidays Wouldn’t it be nice to have a bigger family?” May asked Peter.

“Don’t call us “family”, please.” Peter said and gagged again.

“Yeah, no more.” You pleaded. “Not while we’re eating.”

“Are we missing something?” May asked.

“I don’t want her to be my cousin.” Peter grimaced and shook his head.

“Peter. That’s disrespectful.” May scolded him.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want him to be my cousin either.” You assured her as you wiped some sweat from your forehead. You looked over at Peter and he was just as distraught if you were. He was pale and sweating and extremely close to breaking. You snapped your fingers at him under the table and motioned for him to keep his mouth shut. May and Happy exchanged a suspicion look at the strange behavior in front of them.

“Is there something you guys aren’t telling us?” May asked and leaned on her hand. She stared at Peter, who looked at you in a panic. You shook your head at him, making Happy frown in confusion. He turned to stare at Peter, and that’s what made Peter break.

“I made out with my cousin.” Peter blurted before gasping for air. You groaned and put your head down on the table as May and Happy reacted.

“You what with your what?” May scrunched her nose in disgust.

“You what with my what?” Happy asked and glared Peter.

“Haha. He’s just kidding.” You laughed nervously and waved your hand.

“He better be.” Happy stated without taking his eyes off Peter. Peter was staring all around the room at everything other than Happy.

“This pasta is amazing. Let’s all eat it and stop talking.” You said and shoved some pasta into your mouth.

“It’s a little undercooked.” May commented. “How long did you guys leave it in the water for?”

“Peter?” Happy asked calmly.

“Yes, sir?” Peter answered while looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me.”

“Yes?” Peter said and looked near Happy, but not at him.

“Peter, look me in the eyes.” Happy commanded. “Right now.”

“I am.” Peter scoffed as he stared at Happy’s ear.

“Not at my ear. My eyes.”

Peter shut his eyes and turned to face Happy head on.

“Open your eyes.” Happy said through clenched teeth. Peter slowly opened one eye, then the other. Happy was glaring at him with a face redder than the sauce May had made.

“Did you make out with my daughter?”

“Which daughter?”

“The one sitting beside you. The only one I have.”

“I don’t understand the question.”

“Let me ask it again then. Did you or did you not make out with my daughter?”

“No.”

“Okay. Good.” Happy nodded in satisfaction.

“She made out with me.” Peter clarified.

“Peter!” You shouted and looked at him.

“You’re a dead man. He’s a dead man.” Happy declared and lunged across the table at Peter.

“Wait! She kissed me! I didn’t kiss her.” Peter defended himself as he scrambled to get out of his chair and run away from Happy.

“You did the second time.” You pointed out.

“Second time? There was a second time?” Happys voice got louder as he chased Peter around the table.

“Daddy, no. Don’t hurt him!” You protested and stood between your dad and Peter.

“Move it, honey. I’m gonna fight him. I’m gonna fight him up real nice.” Happy declared and grabbed the bowl of Italian bread off the table. He started throwing pieces at Peter, but Peter dodged every one.

“Stop dodging my bread!” Happy shouted and threw his last piece.

“Ha! You’re all out of bread.” Peter pointed at the empty bowl before hiding behind you.

“I’ll just have to use my hands.” Happy said and lunged for Peter again.

“Hold on. Step away from my nephew.” May said as she stepped in front of you and held Happy back. Happy stopped trying to attack Peter and caught his breath.

“Happy, you need to calm down.” May told him. “Your daughter isn’t your property. She’s a beautiful young woman. She is allowed to make her own decisions. And that includes deciding who she wants to date.”

“I know that.” Happy sighed. “She just can’t decide on him.”

“Why not, dad?” You asked him.

“For starters, he rented a very inappropriate movie when we were in Germany. No man who respects women would rent a movie called “Grinding Nemo”. I can’t have a guy like that dating my daughter.”

“I was like 15!” Peter whined. “I just bought the first one I found!”

“Grinding Nemo?” You turned and asked Peter.

“It’s like Finding Nemo but instead of fish it was this guy looking for this girls-“

“I don’t even want to know.” You cut him off.

“Happy, you know Peter.” May reminded him. “You know he’ll stop at nothing to protect the people he cares about. She’s in good hands.”

“But why do they have to be his hands?” Happy pointed to Peter and sat back down. You squeezed Peters shoulder before going to sit down beside your dad.

“May is right. You knew I was gonna start dating eventually. And you also know that Peter is a great guy. You should be glad someone like him turned my head. He’s nice, responsible, smart, respectful, and loved by Uncle Tony. So come on, dad. Let me date my cousin.”

“But Tony asked me to look after him. And I don’t always so the best job. I try, but you know he won’t listen if he has his mind set on doing something. God forbid something had ever happened to him….” Happy trailed off and looked down at the ground.

“You’d be letting down the two most important people in your life.” May finished his sentence with a sad smile.

“Its hard for me to remember you’re not a little girl anymore. I thought I would have more time to prepare for this.” Happy admitted. “And I thought Tony would be here to help me. But you’re just growing up so fast. I can’t keep up.”

“We’re both growing up, dad. But we’re doing it together so it’s less scary.” You told him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Happy smiled fondly at you before looking over your shoulder at Peter.

“Do you really like him?” He asked you.

“I do. He listens to me. And he makes me smile.”

“Gross.” Happy gagged.

“Dad.” You whined. “Stop it.”

Happy sighed and looked up at everyone in the apartment. When his eyes landed on Peter, he got up and went over to him. Peter raised his fists in case Happy tried to attack him again, but Happy lowered them.

“Peter, you have my blessing to date my daughter.” Happy said sincerely.

“You have my blessing too.” May spoke up. “But I don’t love the whole cousin aspect.”

“Me either.” You agreed. “Please never get married so we’re never actually cousins.”

“We were never actually talking about marriage. May just said “Aw” during an allergy commercial that showed a wedding.” Happy admitted.

“So we’re good then? We can date without it being incestuous or forbidden?” Peter asked hopefully and wrapped an arm around you.

“I guess so. Just no PDA in front of me, okay? I don’t need to be reminded of this. Ever.” Happy asked and Peter immediately removed his arm.

“No problem, sir.” Peter replied.

“I’m glad that’s settled. Let’s get back to the family dinner.” You smiled and sat back in your seat. Everyone scrunched their face in disgust and you realized your mistake. Calling it a family dinner now that everyone knew you and Peter had kissed and nearly become cousins made everyone a little queasy.

“I, um, I apologize for my choice of words.”

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bewitchedarchive · 10 days ago

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snuck glances.

peter parker x gn!reader, 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: enjoy!

You didn’t actually know his name yet.

You were too shy to ask.

But that was okay, because it wasn’t like you were ever going to actually talk to him. He was just ‘chemistry boy’. Cute, slightly mysterious chemistry boy.

It had been about a week and a half since you’d started in this class, and it was quickly becoming your favorite. Not because you had a particular passion for the subject, but because you didn’t mind having a pretty person to sneak glances at for an hour each day.

He sat to your left, his table slightly in front of yours, making it easier for you to observe him without him seeing- which you most definitely did. You were sort of able to get to know him this way, without ever talking or making eye contact for more than five seconds. As it turned out, he wouldn’t volunteer himself a lot in class- he was pretty closed off compared to some other, more obnoxious classmates of yours. But you were able to know him in other ways.

He was charmingly awkward whenever you did see him interact with someone. Once, another student asked for a pen and he fumbled with his case for a minute straight to retrieve it for them, apologizing over and over while other supplies slipped out of his hands. He would jump about a foot in the air if anyone tapped him on the shoulder, and was always very hesitant in conversation if it wasn’t with a friend.

During the first lab you’d done, his hair had gotten stuck in the strap of his goggles, and he didn’t notice till he was yanking it out. It left him with an extremely visible dent all around his head, his curls all flattened and wonky and sticking out in weird directions.

In the moment, as you watched him fight with the goggles, you couldn’t help but think that it was quite possibly the most endearing thing you’d ever seen. Though he wasn’t the biggest social butterfly, he was cute, truly.

However, he was the opposite of awkward with his lab partner, whose name you were pretty sure was Ned. He seemed nice too, and the tiniest bit more socially aware. Not by much, though. With Ned, he was excitable and outgoing.

They were always whispering and conspiring with each other when the teacher turned her back, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about. You were able to catch snatches of their less secretive conversations, though, which seemed to center around a lot of retro media and niche, nerdy interests. And Legos, sometimes.

There was another thing he did, though, that caught your attention. From the very first day of class, chemistry boy had made a habit of peeking and fiddling in the drawer of his table. It wasn’t all the time, but it was at least once a day. He would open it, look down, then take a note on his paper. Or he would reach in and twist and tug at something you couldn’t see- he would place it on his wrist, too and play with it some more. Sometimes he’d pull out his calculator, even when you weren’t doing any math in the instruction for the day. You wondered constantly what he could possibly be doing in there, but didn’t dare ask or look in the drawer yourself. It would be a major invasion of privacy.

A month later, you had- of course- learned his name. Peter Parker. A very interesting name, if anyone asked you. (Which they didn’t.) It was perfectly alliterated, and would be fun to say if you ever got to use it.

In late September, he finally caught you staring at him during class like you always did. It was honestly a wonder he hadn’t done so sooner, considering how obviously interested you were in him.

It was during a quiz. Everyone was silent, the only sound in the room being that of scratching pencils and the clickity-clack of people punching numbers into a calculator. You’d gotten slightly distracted when you caught a glimpse of Peter, ever so focused on his work, brow furrowed, hair messily falling down the side of his face. You were happily admiring him for a few moments, until his shoulders just barely tensed up and he turned to look at you. You supposed he had sensed your gaze on him. You locked eyes and you thought, wow, his eyes are really brown, before remembering yourself and lowering your head to pretend like you were focusing on your gas law equations.

From then on, he was peeking at you, too. You pretended not to notice, while secretly taking note of each time he did. Soon enough, the two of you were caught in this unique dynamic where you both knew the other was stealing glances, but you didn’t acknowledge it. A lot of your attention in chemistry was now directed towards him and the looks you two shared.

He would grin at you when you both got a high score on a test, would glance back at you when your partner said something a little too loudly. He would roll his eyes at you when the teacher gave the class extra hard work. And sometimes, if you cracked a joke or did something embarrassing, you could catch his shoulders moving up and down, and his cheek would look a little rounder, because he was laughing with you. Secret and private interactions, just for the two of you, every day. It was lovely.

However, perhaps you spent a little too much time concentrated on Peter Parker, because you found yourself struggling a bit more to focus during instruction and work, and that was an issue.

It did, though, finally give you the perfect excuse to talk to Peter. You’d never seen a red mark on any of his papers, and even with the amount of time he spent either fiddling in his drawer, talking with Ned, or looking at you, he seemed to excel in the class somehow.

You could ask him to tutor you.

Two days after the idea struck you, on a foggy, otherwise ordinary Friday, you were sitting next to Peter, as always, after the teacher had introduced a topic you were finding particularly difficult to wrap your head around. Now was as good a time as any, you supposed. The bell was going to ring any second, anyway.

You snatched your notebook and pencil and packed them away, then took a quick breath. You tapped Peter on his shoulder and, true to form, he jumped slightly before turning around. His face was open and curious and beautiful as ever, so you decided you might as well ask. “Hey, Peter! Um, I’m not really doing too great with this new unit. Stoichiometry is kind of kicking my ass, but you seem pretty good at it,” You let out a nervous laugh, “Do you think we could maybe study together and you could… tutor me?”

A slow smile spread across his face, and your heart skipped several beats. “Of course! Anything you need. Do you have time tomorrow?” You nodded. “Okay, great. I’ll give you my number so we can figure out details.”

Just as you handed his phone back to him, the bell rang. He slung his bookbag over his shoulder and was halfway through a step towards the door before he turned around with a half-smile, “Tomorrow!”

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trash-king18 · 2 years ago

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miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

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australiancarisi · 11 months ago

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A little part 2 of this from 2021 oop half of which was written in 2021 half written in 5 minuets just now

Sister!Olivia Benson Peter Stone x Reader Words: 535ish

soz for any mistakes I don't care lets just enjoy that I'm writing again

You laughed from the couch as Noah ran around the living room with his Iron Man mask on.

“Don’t encourage him!” Liv exclaimed through laughter of her own

“But I’m the fun aunt!” you wrapped your arms around Noah as he ran past you, pulling him to chest and began tickling him. Noah squealed and kicked in a half attempt to get away from you “This is what I’m supposed to do”

Liv rolled her eyes and you let Noah go. Things calmed down as she joined you on the couch, handing you a glass of wine, she, opting for tea. You guys didn’t get to spend a lot of time to just relax, have dinners and spend time together, you were both so busy. So when you did get the chance you really did appreciate it.

“what?” you eyed her off

“What?” she repeated back

“I know you, I am you. You want to say something” you squinted

“I was just thinking-“

“That’s not good” you said which got a giggle out of Noah who had found himself on the floor with some lego

“-that you and Peter seemed to be pretty friendly lately” Liv ignored your comment. It had been about a month since you’d met Peter in that bar and then again the next day in Liv’s office. Since then you may or may not have made a habit to look for the man whenever you were walking around the courthouse, striking up a conversation or popping into his office when you were walking by.

“Is that a crime?” you asked, slightly defensive “We have many things in common”

“Like what?” Liv asked

“Like how much you and your squad annoy us both” that made Liv roll her eyes and let out a huff. With all her years of detective work under her belt she was sure there was something going on between you and Peter. But she could never be 100% sure with you. Just when she thought you were going to zig, you zagged. “He’s a good looking guy. Stable job. Smart you could do a lot worse then him” Liv said as she lifted her cup of tea towards her lips before whispering so Noah couldn’t fully hear“and you have” “Well if you think he’s so great why do you go for him” you grunted a pang of jealousy hitting your gut as the words came out of your mouth. Liv smirked. She knew it. She knew there was something happening. You could tell.

But

She decided to keep it to herself, not wanting to potentially cause an argument. Over the years you have had numerous arguments about the men you dated…. if you could call it dating. No one would ever be good enough for Olivia Benson’s little sister, even if you were a pain in her ass. The two of sat in silence and watched the movie Noah had decided he wanted to watch, even though he was not paying attention to it at all.

You felt your phone vibrate next to you. Flipping it over you suppressed the smile threatening to make its way onto your face. It was a text from Peter.

Brunch? Tomorrow? Absolutely

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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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can we get a peter x reader fluff about like reader going to see family out of state for the weekend and peters js being really clingy and cute because he’s gonna miss

mcu peter <3

“I’ll be back in five days.”

“You’re not allowed.”

You tug your bag back from Peter, “You go on missions all the time and I survive, you’ll be okay.”

“But… you’re going to the woods.”

“You went to fucking space, you don’t get to talk.”

Peter’s been complaining about your family trip for the past week, today’s been the worst because you’re trying to leave and he’s blocking the door and whining.

“I’ll miss you, we won’t even get to talk!”

You frown, that part sucks the most. You won’t get to speak the whole time, no service means no Peter. Five days without your boyfriend was going to drag.

“I know, but I’ll call you before we lose service, and the second I get it back.”

“But what if I want to go out for dinner?”

“Take May.”

“What if I want to build legos?”

“Call Ned.”

“What if I want to go bowling?”

“Ask MJ.”

“What if I want to have sex?”

You narrow your eyes, “use your hand.”

Peter snaps his fingers, “damn, I was hoping you’d say-”

“Tread lightly.” His hands go up, “nevermind.”

“Good boy.”

You lean up for a kiss, he supplies and you pull away.

“I’ll miss you, I’ll talk to you in a few hours, okay?”

Your boyfriend pouts, “do you think they’ll notice if I stowaway in the trunk.” You laugh and pat his chest, “absence makes the heart grow fonder, remember why you miss me and I’ll do the same.”

Peter grunts when your mom calls out for you, “this is the worst couples therapy to exist.”

You kiss him one more time, “I love you too.”

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fortuositywritings · 2 years ago

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Terms & Conditions Ch 6

T&C Masterlist

Summary: Peter has a talk with you. You spend more time with Wanda. Harry begins to feel neglected.

Your first week goes much like your first day - a lot of coffee orders and working the printer. After you’d clock off, you’d make your way up to Wanda’s room, where she would be waiting for you freshly showered or she leaves the door unlocked if she is still in the shower. Those times you opened the door for yourself, you had no qualms making yourself at home, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself onto her bed.

Today is different. Today Peter Parker stops you in the hallway and asks to speak with you privately.

“What are your intentions with Wanda?” he demands, crossing his arms defensively. Oh, he’s trying to give you the shovel talk, you think. How cute.

“What?” you ask with a smirk. You can’t believe this is really happening.

Your smirk throws Peter off. It took him all morning to pump himself up to do this, not being a confrontational person. However, he knows what you are like, or rather has heard from Harry what you are like, and from what he’s been told you are not someone who gets into serious relationships or any relationships in fact. So, of course he has to ask you what you are doing with Wanda. He has to look out for his friends and teammates.

“I asked what your intentions are with Wanda,” he repeats with less conviction, sounding almost nervous. He tries to shrug it off and puffs out his chest to look more menacing. In all honesty, it takes a lot in you not to laugh. It’s hard to take him seriously when he is wearing a backpack with a Lego keychain on it.

You bite back a smile, understanding this is just him looking out for Wanda, which you can respect. It’s admirable actually. You think over what you have to say to not necessarily lie but to leave him satisfied with your answer. Not straying far from the truth, you answer, “I plan on being here when she needs me and when she wants me to be here and maybe even when she doesn’t.”

Peter tries not to chuckle at that last part, but he schools his features to ask seriously, “So, you’re serious about her? She isn’t just another fling of yours?”

“Look, you’ve probably heard a lot of things about me and most of them I’ll admit are true, but what I’ve got going on with Wanda is different. I promise you, I’m not playing her or anything.” And the truth slips from your lips, “I like Wanda. I like hanging out with her and I like annoying her and making her smile and I like how I feel when I am around her, so I plan to be around until I stop making her smile and she gets too annoyed with me. You don’t have to worry about me, Peter.”

He accepts your response, “Good answer.” He sighs like having this talk took a toll on him and apologizes, “Sorry, but I just had to check that you are serious about her. I don’t want to see her get hurt again. It was bad enough having to see her heartbroken once.”

You frown at hearing about this. You have to ask, “Were Joaquin and Wanda that serious?”

Peter shrugs, “She seemed to think so, so when he broke up with her, she was a mess, especially because of when he did it. That guy does not have great timing.”

“What do you m-”

“There you are.”

“Wanda, hey!” Peter greets your fake girlfriend.

“Oh, hi, Peter.” Wanda gives him a smile, which makes him blush a little, before turning her attention to you. You don’t reserve your comments about it. “I was wondering where you were. You’re usually drooling on my pillow by now.”

You scoff and deny, “I don’t drool.” And you repeat it to Peter because you cannot have people thinking it. “I do not drool.”

Wanda makes a face of someone sleeping with their mouth wide open. You suppose she’s implying that’s what you look like napping. It makes Peter chuckle and you frown. You huff, “Anyway, I was on my way but Peter caught me in the hallway and we were just chatting.”

“About what?”

Peter’s eyes widen and he looks at you, discreetly shaking his head. You don’t know whether he means don’t bring up Wanda’s rough break up or the reason he wanted to talk to you in the first place. Going the safe route, you choose not to speak about either. “Oh, you know. Intern stuff.”

Wanda narrows her eyes suspiciously. Maybe “intern stuff” wasn’t the right thing to say, so you continue, “But then it somehow got into talking about Lego.”

You guess that sounds more like Peter, because Wanda chuckles and nods her head like she knows that conversation well. “Did you tell her about your Star Wars collection?” she asks Peter, whose face burns in embarrassment.

“I- uh- no. I haven’t gotten around to that yet,” he says, scratching behind his ear awkwardly while avoiding eye contact. “But I’ll tell you all about it later. Bye, ladies.” He makes a quick exit, grabbing the straps of his backpack and speed walking away. He’s fortunate that awkward exits in front of Wanda are common enough for her not to question it.

“Come on, then, gorgeous. Lead the way!” you command Wanda to move.

“Right. It’s baby’s nap time,” she teases, walking the familiar path to her room. You reply with a smirk, “‘Baby’? I kind of like the sound of that.”

“You know that’s not how I meant it,” she huffs, making you chuckle. You follow her into the room after she opens the door for you. You kick off your shoes, placing them next to her desk, and leave your blazer on her chair before jumping onto her bed. You pat Wanda’s designated spot next to you, wiggling your eyebrows, and say suggestively, “Come here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” she groans in annoyance, rolling her eyes at you, but she lies down next to you anyway, turning on her television via remote while you make yourself comfortable snuggling up to her. She’s surprised you make it through two episodes without falling asleep, feeling you giggle at another joke from the show. She finds herself smiling when you laugh at the next joke.

You’re pretty. Wanda has always known this. Your looks paired with your charm, it’s no surprise to her that people talk about you. But having you this close to her, you are something else - another kind of pretty that Wanda can’t describe. It’s just different.

“What?” you ask Wanda when you feel her staring.

“Huh?” she plays innocent, pretending she wasn’t gazing at you. Her heart beats faster when you look up at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

“I could feel you looking at me,” you state. She blushes at having been caught and it kind of feeds your ego. Of course, you can’t help it, loving making Wanda squirm. “Do I have something on my face or did you just want to kiss it?”

Your cocky smile annoys Wanda enough to deny such a thing even though it’s not far from the truth. She tells you, “Actually, I was surprised you’re still awake. Usually when I look down you look like this-”

She proceeds to show you what you supposedly look like when you are asleep and it is horrendous.

“I do not look like that when I’m asleep!” you gasp moving away from her, fully offended.

“How would you know? You’re asleep,” she laughs.

“Whatever.” Wanda wins this one.

You don’t pay much attention to the following episode. It’s more of background noise while Wanda takes you through her day and you recount yours. Wanda laughs when you tell her about the newly installed cameras by the blender in the break room where you made Tony’s smoothie the last few times.

“I swear they weren’t there before,” you claim. Wanda doesn’t think you are crazy. It sounds much like him to take the surveillance route.

“I believe you,” Wanda says. “Why don’t you just tell him how to make it so he stops bothering you?”

“I want to see how far he’ll take it for a little juice,” you smile mischievously.

“Okay, how about you tell him so he stops bothering me.” Wanda explains, “I’ve seen more of him this week than I do in a month.”

“Oh, no. Interacting more with your teammate. How awful,” you laugh sarcastically. She frowns at you mocking her. “Don’t get grumpy.” You poke her forehead. “Any other time I would, but imagining what Tony will do next is what motivates me to come here every morning. Aside from seeing your pretty face, of course.”

“Mhmm,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “I’m sure it’s that and nothing to do with keeping a job to keep your trust fund.”

“Oh that? Who needs that when I’m getting paid two dollars above minimum wage. Two whole dollars, Wanda!” You emphasize in a joking manner.

She chuckles, “Welcome to the workforce.”

You roll your eyes at her joke, but it reminds you that you have somewhere to be. You begrudgingly get up from her very comfortable bed, which Wanda finds odd because she usually has to kick you off of it. She raises an eyebrow, “Where are you going? I was just joking, you know.”

“I know,” you say, as she watches you put your shoes back on. “My father came back from his trip to Chicago earlier today and wants me home for dinner.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Wanda comments. She fondly recalls memories of having dinner with her family when she was younger, so it’s a little bizarre to hear you snort like your dinner would be far from nice.

“You haven’t had dinner at my house,” you reply.

“Do your parents know?” Wanda asks.

“Know what?”

“About us?” You raise an eyebrow in question. “I mean, if they have heard rumors about us, maybe they find it weird that I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

“Are you asking to meet the parents, Wanda?” You ask jokingly.

“Forget I said anything,” she mutters.

“I will ask if they are free this week so I can introduce you as my girlfriend, okay?” You assure her as you put your jacket back on. “They’ve been wanting to meet you anyway.”

“They have?” she asks, surprised.

“Yes,” you answer without further explanation. “I’ll let you know about dinner.”

“Lunch? Tomorrow?”

“Only if you let me order from that sushi place I was telling you about,” you negotiate. Wanda looks like she wants to argue but relents. “Fine.”

“Bye, pretty girl. See you tomorrow,” you rush out before closing her bedroom door, missing the way Wanda sighs as she falls back onto her bed.

Your father is surprised to see you at the dinner table before him. He anticipated having to call you several times to remind you to be home for dinner or yell at you for being late. He guesses threatening to cut you off is working wonders and asks himself why he hadn’t done it sooner.

You greet your father when he sits down and Lana when she brings the both of you a plateful of food that was most definitely prepared by the personal chef. The only thing you and Lana have in common is not knowing your way around a kitchen.

You dig into your food as your father and Lana talk about his recent business trip. Finding that conversation boring, thoughts about work or more so ways to further frustrate Tony entertain you as you eat.

A buzz from your phone indicating a text received pulls your attention. Your first thought is maybe it’s Wanda. You discreetly take your phone out and hide it under the table. Your father hates phones at the table unless it’s his of course, his excuse being it may be work and important.

Harry O : what time is your lunch break tomorrow?

“How was work today, sweetie?” Lana asks. You look up realizing that she’s talking to you.

“Same as usual,” you reply, not going into further detail.

Your father speaks up. “Lana tells me you’ve been coming home late from work often.” Lana should mind her own business, you think. You look over at her, unimpressed. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me?”

“We’re worried, sweetie. Are they overworking you? This is your first job. Working overtime every week is going to take a toll,” your step-mother warns.

First they want you to work and now they’re worried you are working too hard? You huff, “No one is overworking me. I’m not working overtime.” Lana looks at you confused so you continue, “Actually, I’ve been seeing someone.”

You wait for a reaction but she looks confused and now your father is included. “What do you mean? Like a therapist? Did you get a therapist?”

You roll your eyes as your father goes on to ask the name of the therapist in order to have him vetted because you can’t trust everyone. They may sell what you say to the tabloids and then what’s the point of working so hard to keep you out of a bad light.

“No, I mean I am dating someone,” you clarify. To your offense they look more confused, like it’s more believable that you see a therapist everyday after work for hours than you take an actual interest in someone and spend time with them. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“That’s wonderful, Y/N. Isn’t that wonderful, honey?” Lana recovers quicker than your father. He narrows his eyes suspiciously and asks, “And that’s where you’ve been spending your time everyday?”

“Yes. We work in the same building so it’s easy to hang out afterwards,” you affirm. You guess it’s the right thing to say because the look on your father’s face relaxes. You wonder what he was fearing you would say.

“When do we get to meet him?” Lana questions next.

“Her,” you correct.

“Oh,” Lana utters while your father’s response is, “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.”

You want to bring up the fact that transgender women exist but you bite your tongue. He’ll see it as you trying to start an argument and then it will turn into an argument. The fact he hasn’t chastised you for anything yet is a miracle in itself. You take what you can get.

“When do we get to meet her?” Lana asks again.

“I was thinking maybe I can bring her over for dinner soon,” you propose. Your father brings out his phone and looks through his calendar. He finds a date that works for him and schedules dinner for next Tuesday. He doesn’t bother to ask if you, Lana, or your girlfriend are free that night. Hopefully the world doesn’t need saving that day.

The next day, Harry invites Peter to eat lunch with him after you turn him down saying you already had lunch plans. Harry groans at his phone after he invites you to some Oscorp event for Tuesday evening and you tell him that you have plans with your parents already, not mentioning that Wanda is going. He tries to invite himself but you tell him that you are having someone over for dinner, but that you will hang out soon.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asks, noticing Harry’s grumpiness.

“Nothing. Just Y/N blowing me off again,” Harry complains. Peter chuckles, knowing how that can be. “Yeah, that will happen when they start seeing someone. It’s okay. It happened when my friend Ned started dating this girl sophomore year. He would forget our plans or he would bring her everywhere, but Aunt May gave me some good advice. She told me to let him know I was happy for him but to bring up how I was feeling, that I felt cast aside for his girlfriend. Maybe you should do the same with Y/N?”

“That is good advice, Petey, but this is different. Y/N isn’t with anyone. She doesn’t do relationships,” Harry says. “Many have tried, none have conquered, the title that is.”

“One did,” Peter informs him.

“What? No. Y/N doesn’t have a boyfriend. Whoever told you is obviously lying. I’ve known Y/N a long time and there is no way,” Harry denies.

“You’re right. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. She has a girlfriend. She said so herself,” Peter responds.

“Who?”

“Wanda.”

Harry smirks, not believing Peter for a second. Peter obviously must have misheard. “Y/N L/N dating Wanda Maximoff? Yeah right.”

Meanwhile not too far away at a sushi restaurant, Wanda is scoffing at something you bring up - Peter’s crush on the brunette.

“He does not,” Wanda denies, making you laugh.

“It’s so obvious. He’s always blushing around you. How do you not see it?” You tease her. “You could have asked him to be your pretend boyfriend and he would have jumped at the chance.”

“He’s a baby, Y/N,” she retorts, rolling her eyes, as if that is enough explanation as to why it wouldn’t be possible.

“He’s not that much younger than me,” you point out. Wanda’s face blanches. “Wait, how old are you?”

You chuckle, “Wow, you really haven’t looked me up.”

“That’s not answering the question, Y/N!”

“I think that’s our food,” you say, ignoring her question. The server comes with a tray to your table and begins setting your food in front of you and Wanda. Your mouth waters simply looking at it. The food doesn’t distract Wanda though. As soon as the server leaves you to your meal, she resumes her interrogation. “Y/N, tell me.”

“Guess. I’ll give you a clue. I am old enough to drink,” you joke. She glared at you for not giving her a straightforward answer but relents to playing your game. After guessing wrong twice, she’s suddenly quiet, looking at you intensely. You think you either upset her or she’s thinking really hard but then you notice a dim red hue to her eyes and you know what she is trying to do.

“Nu-uh, no cheating.” Her eyes are back to their usual green.

“Fine,” she huffs. When she finally gets it right, you touch your nose like when playing charades to indicate she’s correct. You are three years younger than she is, which you guess she doesn’t deem too young for her based on the look of relief on her face. Satisfied, she finally begins eating.

Wanda asks how dinner went last night. You tell her about how it felt more like an interrogation than anything and you complain about Lana always butting in. Wanda defends Lana saying she thinks she is trying to get along with you and maybe you are being harsh on your step mom.

“She’s just so - ugh. You have to meet her to know what I’m saying.” Which reminds you, “Speaking of, I told them about me dating someone and they want to meet you.” You give Wanda the details, not that there are many. You and Wanda talk and talk until you realize your lunch time is up and you need to rush back to work because oh yeah, you are a working woman now. It’s such an odd feeling.

You text Harry later, making plans to hang out on Saturday. You recognize that you’ve blown him off the past few days and can’t help feeling a little bad about it so you propose to do something that weekend. What? You don’t know yet, but because it’s Harry it will probably involve a party or the sort.

Little do you know, there is a fundraiser the same Saturday you intend to go out with Harry. A fundraiser, not held by Stark Industries this time, but one which the Avengers are expected to attend nonetheless. Something for the children you hear from Wanda on Friday.

“I know I should have mentioned it sooner but Steve just told us this morning. Apparently Tony signed us up a while ago, but forgot to put it on the official calendar,” Wanda explains.

You are sitting in the living room today after work instead of lying around in Wanda’s bed this time. A change of scenery, Wanda said. Also, no one was hogging the huge flatscreen tv as usual and Wanda wanted to take advantage.

“We get a plus one,” Wanda continues and looks at you hopefully. You frown in return. You regret informing her, “I would go but I kind of already promised Harry we would hang out tomorrow.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” she replies dejectedly. Hating not being able to appease her, you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her flush towards your side. You rest your chin on her shoulder and say, “I’m sorry.”

Just your luck for nosy Joaquin to appear with Sam when he does, overhearing the last part of your conversation with Wanda. Of course he jumps at this chance.

“Wait, are you talking about the fundraiser tomorrow?” he interrupts you two. You try not to roll your eyes but you smile when Wanda sighs in annoyance. “Well that’s too bad you can’t go,” he says when you confirm you were in fact talking about the fundraiser. He turns to his ex-girlfriend. “What about you, Wanda?”

Wanda replies, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not going to go because Y/N can’t be there? What, Y/N doesn’t like you going out without her?” he teases with the intention to get a rise out of you. Everyone sees it, including his friend. Sam side eyes him with a frown.

You hold back from scoffing at such an accusation. “Y/N here,” you speak up, raising the hand not on Wanda’s waist to remind him that you are in fact in the room. “Wanda is her own person. She doesn’t need my permission to go anywhere.”

You and Joaquin have a stare down while Sam convinces Wanda to go. Only when Sam succeeds and Wanda gives in does your stare down end.

“See you there, beautiful,” Joaquin says and he winks at her. He winks at her! You tilt your head, eyes furrowed. Did he really just hit on her while you are sitting literally next to her? Sam frowns thinking the same thing, but refrains from saying anything. Wanda tenses up beside you and you are about to remind Joaquin of his place when he apologizes. “Sorry, old habit.”

He chuckles, trying to sound embarrassed to play it off as an innocent act, but the little smirk on his face gives too much away as he leaves. Sam trails after his friend.

“Okay, what the actual fuck,” you scoff, once the men are out of earshot. You stand up from the couch because for some reason what he did has you worked up, like you could hit something kind of worked up. You’re not going to hit anything, but you can’t stay seated when you feel this way. “Did he really just do that? The audacity. You were practically sitting on my lap! Is he kidding me?”

Wanda hasn’t said a thing. “Wanda?” You try to get her attention. She’s still tense, looking elsewhere. You can tell she is daydreaming or maybe she is remembering something. Either way, she is lost inside her head. You attempt to pull her out of it, calling her name a little louder. “Wanda.”

She snaps out of it and looks at you. She apologizes, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Are you okay?” you ask, carefully approaching her, taking a seat again.

“Yeah, yes. I’m fine. Why?” she replies, pretending she wasn’t just reminiscing about her relationship.

“You looked a little out of it. What were you thinking?” You place your hand on her shoulder, moving your thumb back and forth, trying to relieve some tension. She sighs and relaxes back into the couch. She answers, “Nothing. Just, um, what I’m going to wear for the fundraiser.”

You know that isn’t the truth but you aren’t going to push. “I’m sure whatever you pick, you’ll look amazing and I can’t wait to see it.”

“You want me to send you a photo or something?” she chuckles, not letting her mind linger too long on the compliment lest she start blushing.

“Definitely!” You nod. “I want a before and after picture.”

She makes a confused face. “You see me without makeup and dressed down all the time. Why do you need a photo of that?”

“I meant before you put on the dress,” you smirk.

“Ugh, of course,” she scoffs, removing your hand from her shoulder and rolling her eyes at you. It’s just like you to turn a sweet simple compliment into something more.

You chuckle, “Oh, so you’ll do it? You just said ‘of course’. Can’t take it back now.” You lean back on the couch and throw your arm over her shoulder.

“You know what I meant,” she groans. She doesn’t bother pushing you away though. She’s gotten used to your touchy nature and at this point, though she will never admit it to you, welcomes it and when you leave, she longs for it. However, that's something she has trouble admitting to herself.

“Mhmm, sure.” You smile when you feel her sink into you, fully relaxed. She’s comfortable enough that you know she won’t leave your side when you joke, “Whatever angles you like is fine, but I do request good lighting.”

She pinches your stomach for the comment, making you squirm but laugh all the same. “You’re annoying. Just press play.”

You resume where you left off on the show playing on the screen. Wanda, easily distracted by the television, doesn’t notice you pull out your phone and send a text to Harry.

Y/N: Change of plans. How do you feel about going to a fundraiser?

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thollandsgirl2013 · 6 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter isn't really fond of cats but you love them.

You had always loved cats. Their soft purrs, their little meows, and the way they curled up in your lap, making everything feel instantly better. Growing up, you'd never had one because of your dad's allergies, but now, living with Peter, nothing was stopping you. Well, almost nothing.

"Y/n, are you sure about this?" Peter asked, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching you fuss over the small kitten in your lap. The kitten—a tiny brown ball of fur you’d already named Brownie—was busy pawing at your fingers, playfully nibbling on them.

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your face. "Of course, I’m sure. Look at him, Peter! He’s adorable!"

Peter squinted at the kitten, his lips pressed into a tight line. "I don’t know… cats and I don’t really get along."

"That’s because you’ve never had one! The only cat you know is Mr. Delmar’s cat, Murph," you teased.

Peter shrugged. "Murph’s cool. She doesn’t need much, just sits on the shelf at Delmar’s and watches everyone."

You laughed. "Well, Brownie isn’t Murph, but give him a chance, Pete. You’ll like him."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "Fine, but he better not touch my Lego sets."

You grinned, gently picking up Brownie and walking over to Peter. You held the kitten up, offering him to Peter. "Just hold him. You’ll see how great he is."

Peter leaned back slightly, eyeing the kitten warily. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," you insisted, practically shoving Brownie into Peter’s arms.

Reluctantly, Peter took the kitten, holding him awkwardly at arm's length. Brownie blinked up at Peter with wide, innocent eyes before letting out a small, squeaky meow. Peter stared at him for a long moment, and then, slowly, brought him closer to his chest.

"Okay," Peter muttered, "he’s kind of cute."

You grinned triumphantly. "See? I told you!"

Peter gave a half-smile, scratching the kitten’s head with one finger. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited. But remember, this doesn’t mean I’m all in on this whole ‘cat parenting’ thing."

But as the days passed, it became clear that Peter was very much not all in on the ‘cat parenting’ thing. Brownie demanded a lot of your attention, and Peter… well, Peter wasn’t too happy about it.

“Babe, we were supposed to watch that movie together,” Peter grumbled one evening, standing in the doorway of the living room as you sat on the couch, cradling Brownie in your arms.

“We can still watch it,” you said absentmindedly, your attention focused on scratching behind Brownie’s ears. “Just bring the popcorn.”

Peter frowned. “Every time I look, you’re with the cat.”

You blinked, looking up at him. “What?”

“Brownie this, Brownie that. I feel like I’m the third wheel in my own apartment,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

You laughed softly. “Oh, come on. You’re being dramatic.”

“No, seriously, Y/n/n,” Peter said, a little more firmly. “It’s like the cat’s more important to you than I am.”

You sighed, putting Brownie down on the couch beside you. “Peter, you know that’s not true. I just… I love him. He’s new, and he’s still getting used to everything.”

“And what about me?” Peter asked, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’m your boyfriend, and I feel like I’ve been replaced by a furball.”

You rolled your eyes. “Peter, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like that.”

Peter shook his head, sitting down on the couch beside you. “I just… I don’t get it. He’s a cat. What’s so special about him?”

You paused, looking down at Brownie, who was now curled up in a little ball, fast asleep. “I’ve always wanted a cat, Pete. My whole life. And now that I finally have one, it just makes me really happy.”

Peter was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “I know. I guess I just feel left out.”

You smiled softly, reaching over to take Peter’s hand. “You’re not left out. You just need to give him a chance. You’ll see how great he is.”

Peter didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “Alright. I’ll try.”

For the next few weeks, Peter really did try, but it wasn’t easy. Brownie seemed to have a knack for getting into Peter’s stuff. First, it was Peter’s Lego sets.

“Babe! The cat’s eating my Lego pieces!” Peter yelled from the other room one afternoon.

You rushed in, only to find Brownie sitting innocently on the floor beside Peter’s half-finished Lego Death Star. One of the tiny Lego pieces was stuck to his fur.

“He’s not eating them, Peter,” you said, trying to stifle a laugh as you gently picked the piece off of Brownie’s fur. “He’s just curious.”

Peter scowled. “He’s ruining everything.”

Next, it was Peter’s laptop. Brownie loved sitting on it whenever Peter tried to work on something.

“Bug, why does the cat always sit on my keyboard?” Peter groaned one night, pushing Brownie off his laptop for the third time that hour.

“He likes the warmth,” you explained, smiling at the sight of Brownie trying to climb back onto the laptop. “It’s cozy for him.”

Peter gave the kitten a deadpan look. “Well, it’s not cozy for me.”

Despite all the frustrations, though, you could tell that Peter was slowly warming up to Brownie. It started with little things—like how Peter would absentmindedly pet the kitten whenever he walked by, or how he’d scratch behind Brownie’s ears when he thought you weren’t looking.

And then, one morning, you woke up to find Peter still asleep beside you, Brownie curled up on his chest.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Peter, who had been so adamant about not liking the cat, was now snuggled up with him like they were best friends.

"Hey," you whispered, gently nudging Peter’s shoulder. "What’s going on here?"

Peter stirred, blinking sleepily. "Huh? Oh… Brownie wouldn’t leave me alone last night, so I just let him stay."

You grinned. "Looks like someone’s warming up to the cat."

Peter scoffed, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, well, he’s not so bad, I guess."

From that moment on, things started to change. Peter and Brownie were inseparable. Whenever you came home from work, you’d find the two of them together—whether it was Peter playing video games with Brownie perched on his lap, or Peter working on his laptop with Brownie curled up beside him.

One evening, you walked into the living room to find Peter lying on the floor, tossing a little ball for Brownie to chase.

"You’re such a cat person now," you teased, leaning against the doorway with a grin.

Peter rolled his eyes, though his expression was fond as he watched Brownie bat at the ball. "I am not a cat person."

"Oh, really?" You said, raising an eyebrow. "Because it sure looks like you are."

Peter shrugged, still smiling. "Okay, fine. Maybe I like him a little."

You walked over and sat beside Peter, resting your head on his shoulder. "I knew you’d come around."

Peter sighed, wrapping an arm around you. "Yeah, yeah. But let’s be clear—I’m still your favorite, right?"

You laughed, reaching over to scratch behind Brownie’s ears. "You’re both my favorites."

Peter groaned dramatically. "I knew it. I’ve been replaced by a cat."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Never."

Peter smiled, his hand resting on your back as he looked down at the kitten now curled up between you both. "Alright. I guess Brownie can stay."

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In the end, Peter had not only come around but was completely smitten with Brownie. The two were inseparable, and you couldn’t help but smile every time you saw them together. It was funny how the boy who insisted he wasn’t a cat person had become Brownie’s biggest fan.

Maybe having a cat wasn’t so bad after all.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker spiderman #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker oneshot #tomholland2013 #tom holland #thollandsgirl2013 #tom holland spiderman #tom holland fanfiction #spider man

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lanaswritingbook · 2 years ago

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I shouldn’t have helped

Summary- Ned was happy Peter got a girlfriend but he regrets the time he encouraged Peter to ask her out due to Yn taking up Peters time

Fluff!!

I haven’t wrote in a while and i’m sad so here you go! And this was a quick one so I hope it’s not to bad.

It was obvious Ned was jealous because of Peters new relationship with Yn.

And of course he’s happy his best friend finally met someone good for him but he can’t help but be upset that she’s taking away their lego building time.

Peter talked about Yn the whole entire time of last semester. And Ned couldn’t help but feel angry that he helped Peter get the girl who took away his bestfriend.

“God Ned I can’t do this! She’s totally gonna say no” Ned barely listened to Peter as he was to busy messing with Betty’s hair.

“Listen dude Yn’s cool the worse she can say is no” Peter stood up irritated “That’s literally what i’m afraid of.” Peter huffed walking down the bleachers.

He had eyes on Yn since gym started. It was a hot day out so they went outside for class.

Yn was busy with her friends playing volleyball as Peter slowly made his way over towards her.

He was nervous but why? Yn is a nice girl

As he got closer he kept repeating what he was gonna say until he was right infront of her.

“Hey Peter” she smiled tying her curly hair up in a ponytail.

“H-hey Yn can I talk to you for a second?” Peter felt his whole mouth get dry. And when she sweetly nodded and smiled it felt like he’d been in a dessert for a week straight.

The slipped off onto the large track as he figured out what words to use.

“So what’s up Pete?” she fanned her face from the sun beaming down on her.

“I wanted to talk to you- wait I already said that” he stammered closing his eyes.

“It’s okay… take your time” Yn said grinning at his cute demeanor.

“So i’ve liked you for a long time now. And I was terrified to tell you this and i’m still terrified. I can’t believe i’m saying this. Shit- what was I saying?” Yn giggled making a slight smile appear on Peters face.

“Saying how much you like me” she twisted her fingers too excited at the fact her crush of 3 years is confessing his feelings to her

“Right… Like i was saying I’ve liked you for a while and we’re good friends. So I was wondering if you’d wanna try to be more? Like my girlfriend.” His face was flushed red as Yn wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend Peter” he laughed due to shock and held her tighter.

Ned cheered from the other side of the track as Betty kissed all over his cheek.

And now here’s the couple walking hand in hand in the halls as Ned watched with an eye roll.

“Do you two ever separate” he asked with attitude pushing through them.

“Ned don’t be mad at us that Betty is out of town with her family and you two can’t smooch all day” Ned shook his head holding up his middle finger walking into his classroom.

Yn laughed beside Peter making him smile and kiss her hand.

#fluff #friends to lovers #black reader #fem reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #mcu #peter mcu #ned leeds

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cricket-reader · 3 years ago

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When You Walk Away Is When We Really Play (2)

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Summary: Wanda and Natasha learn the dark truth about what happens at the Woods residence.

(warnings contain spoilers)

Warnings: use of the word “daddy”, innocent young OFC, bad parents, crying, suggested rape/child molestation,

Word Count: 1,397

<- Part 1

“Hey, Parker.”

Peter looks up from his homework to look at his mentor who just entered the room. “Yeah?”

“I got a message from Walter. He’s going away for a bit and he asked if you’d be willing to watch over Lyla. She specifically requested you, I guess.”

Peter smiles. He hasn’t seen his little sister in so long! It also warms his heart that she requested him. This is going to be so much fun! He can’t wait to show her the new princess LEGO sets he got her.

“He also says that you just have to list a price and he’ll send you the money,” Stark continues to read from off his phone.

“I’d love to!”

Peter and Lyla have been playing with LEGOs ever since she arrived, only taking a break for lunch and snack. She was overjoyed when she saw that Peter had princess LEGOs. She immediately wanted to build all of them so they could play princesses.

“We should go get supper,” Peter mentions, putting the last piece to the Cinderella castle on.

She pouts, “but I wanna play princesses.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have more time to play later, okay?”

She acquiesces and puts down the set she was building. They walk together to the commons where Wanda and Vision are finishing up making some borscht.

“Hey kiddo, how are you guys doing?” Wanda asks, taking the soup to the table.

“Awesome! Me and Peter were building the princess sets and later we’re going to play with them!”

“That sounds like a lot of fun!”

“You can join if you wanna, there are enough people for you two to play too!”

Wanda giggles, loving how adorable this sweet little girl is. Vision just watches his love with affection, loving how she is so good with children.

They eat their meal and Tony, Natasha, and Bruce join later on. They talk about whatever comes to mind, making sure to include Lyla in their conversations.

“So, Lyla, after supper we were thinking that it’s going to be bath time. Your dad said that you need one.” Tony says, looking at Wanda and Nat, who are probably going to need to help out.

She freezes in her seat, eyes wide. No. She doesn’t want bath time. She hates bath time. Why doesn’t Peter say something? Why isn’t he telling them that they had plans? Then she would get out of it.

“B-but Peter said we were going to-to play princesses,” she mumbles, tears forming in her eyes.

Peter grimaces, whoops. He didn’t know that she had to take a bath, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten her too excited. “There will still be time to play princesses after the bath.”

“You can have playtime after bath time, okay?” Stark resolves.

She stands up from her seat and runs to Peter’s room. She doesn’t wanna. No. They can’t make her. Only daddy makes her do it. They… they can’t….

Peter, wide-eyed, gets up to rush after her, telling them that he’ll figure it out. Natasha goes to follow, wanting to make sure that the child is okay. Wanda looks over at Vision, silently apologising for leaving before dashing after them.

“Lyla, are you okay, princess?” Peter figures that using her nickname might make her feel a bit better. Maybe she was missing her dad. Kids get homesick quite easily.

She cries harder, hearing her daddy’s nickname come from his mouth. He’s just like him. She knows what all this means. Words like bath time, playtime, and princess. It’s all a part of daddy’s not fun games.

“Hey, Lyla,” Peter coos, crouching down to look under his desk, where she decided to hide. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We just wanna get you clean before playtime, okay?”

She knows that she has to be clean before playtime. Daddy doesn’t like it when she is icky. He tells her that no one wants a dirty girl.

“I don’t wanna have playtime,” she whimpers, trying to back herself up further. Peter’s brows pull together. He thought she was crying because she had to take a bath.

“Do you miss your dad?”

“I just want friendly Peter back,” she mumbles, lip quivering.

Distraught, Peter stumbles over his words. “I-I am friendly Peter. I just want to help, yeah?”

“Don’t want bath time. Don’t want playtime. Please don’t make me,” she begs, wide teary eyes pleading with Peter.

Peter glances back at Wanda and Natasha for help. He doesn’t know what to do.

“We got this Pete,” Wanda whispers as she puts a reassuring hand on his back.

Peter backs up and watches Lyla crash into Natasha’s arms. It saddens him. The fact that he scared her and Natasha was able to comfort her. Why couldn’t he comfort her? Why is she scared of him? Why did she say that he wasn’t being friendly? What did he do?

Natasha hums a little lullaby, trying to calm the sobbing and trembling child. Her hands run through the little girl’s tresses.

Wanda shoos Peter away, wanting the little girl to be completely comfortable. She isn’t sure if she should leave too, so she just stays near the door. Does the little girl only trust Natasha right now? Or is there something worse going on?

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Natasha hums once she calms down.

“Don’ wanna… don’ wanna…”

“What don’t you want to do?”

“Bath time,” Lyla sniffles, grabbing on to her tighter, just hoping that she will be good and save her from having to go.

“Why not, little dove?”

“I don’t like it… it hurts,” She mutters, burying her face into Natasha’s chest.

“Hurts?” Natasha glances at Wanda, concern etched into her features.

“Not as bad as playtime.”

“Why does it hurt, малышка?”

“Daddy does things that hurt.”

Natasha tenses, intensely shooting her gaze to Wanda. Not having to be told anything, Wanda knows that Natasha wants her to peek in Lyla’s head. Normally, she wouldn’t do such a thing, hating invading others’ privacy, but when it’s something serious like this there’s no way she isn’t using her magic.

Subtly looking in her head, Wanda is horrified with the things she finds. Tears make their way to her eyes and she isn’t able to keep them in.

Natasha’s stomach twists, seeing Wanda cry. It’s bad. It’s exactly what she thought; though she had practically prayed to any and every deity that she was wrong.

“Oh, малышка… my sweet sweet girl…” Natasha murmurs, holding her just a little tighter. Her stance is almost protective now. As if Natasha could protect her from the horrors she has already lived through. As if maybe Natasha could protect her in her arms, and she would forget each abhorrent, atrocious, nauseating touch.

“Pete, calm down,” Tony sighs. “She’s fine, probably just homesick or something.”

No.

He can’t accept that.

Not with the way she was trembling and scrambling to get away from him. Not with the way her lip quivered and her voice shook. Not with the way her voice pleaded and begged so brokenly. Not with the way she was sobbing and sniffling under his desk.

None of that spelled out “fine”. In fact, it did the exact opposite. But it’s not like Mr. Stark would know that. He didn’t see what she looked like. He didn’t see any of it.

Peter perked up when he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. Unfortunately, he didn’t see his small friend. It was just Wanda.

Wait a minute. Had she been..? She was crying.

“Wanda?” Peter questioned, rushing up to the distraught witch. His heart was beating out of his chest. What happened? What’s going on?

“I-I’m sorry,” she sniffles, “I just… I was supposed to tell you that everything is under control now. Nat is taking her to get washed up right now.”

“Why are you crying, my love?” Vision asks, having just walked back into the common room. He glides over to her side and pulls her in for a gentle hug.

“Oh Vis, it was terrible. God, I can’t believe it.”

“Take a deep breath, darling. It’s okay,” Vision calmly mutters, dragging his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner.

“No! No it’s not okay!” Wanda argues, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh my god.”

“Come darling, let’s go lay down,” Vision suggests, knowing that she likes getting cuddles after horrible experiences.

Part 3 ->

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 3 years ago

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Dating Peter Parker (MCU) would include...

Study dates

May would bring out snacks (and maybe even photos of baby Peter)

Going to Delmar's together (and Delmar totally bullying Peter in Spanish)

May absolutely adoring you and always wanting to have you over for dinner

Peter always updating you on Spiderman stuff

Holding hands under the table, on the train, while walking together

Having Star Wars marathons and watching old movies together

Building Legos together

You making him flustered

Him helping you with your classes

Soft kisses that make your heart flutter

Playing with his curls

Falling asleep on each other during movie marathons

The Avengers finding out that you're dating Peter and they lowkey stalk you

Meeting and hanging out with the Avengers

Having “meetings” with Tony Stark but they’re basically couples counselling but without the counselling?? Like Peter won’t tell Tony things so he comes to you and asks you about it??? And gives you advice that is sometimes questionable, but usually works??? Anyways it leads to Tony basically becoming a father figure to you too and you kind of accidentally expose Peter

Sam and Bucky don’t like you at the beginning until they realise that you’re actually pretty cool

Anyways enough about the Avengers back to Peter

Peter will literally stare at you for hours if he could

He would try out your hobbies just to see what they’re like

He’d support you with everything

THE NICKNAMES OMG

Sweetheart, gorgeous, beautiful, cutie...

You’d call him spider-boy, webs, webby, etc

He’d have such big plans for the future too but like... he wouldn’t be able to wait that long

“Y/n, can we get a dog?” “Peter we’re 16, we don’t even live together”

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #tom holland spiderman #spiderman #peter #peter parker #tom holland #mcu #marvel

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Cool Kids

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: you walk in on some domestic bliss between Peter and your little brother

Masterlist

“Oh, hey.” Peter noticed your brother in the doorway as he sat at your kitchen table. He was still waiting for you to come home, and he assumed he was home alone. Even though he’d been your boyfriend for over a year, he’d never actually seen your brother before.

“You’re Finn right?” Peter continued. “I’m Peter, your sisters, uh, friend. We were gonna study together but she’s running a little late.”

“Yoda.” Finn pointed to the Yoda pin on Peters backpack.

“Yeah.” Peter looked at the pin and nodded. “You like Star Wars?”

“Yes.” Finn nodded.

“I like it too.” Peter smiled. “I wish I had a Yoda of my own. Y/n is kinda like my Yoda though. She makes all my decisions for me, thankfully.”

“Y/n is my sister.” Finn recited. “She is 13 minutes late.”

“Yeah, but that’s okay.” Peter chuckled. “Does she ever watch Star Wars with you?”

“No.” Finn said simply.

“Do you want to know a secret?” Peter leaned on his chair, closer to Finn.

“Yes.” His eyes lit up and he clapped in excitement.

“She doesn’t like it because she’s not as cool as us.” Peter whispered behind his hand.

“Not as cool as us.” He clapped again. “Do you want to see my room? I have lightsabers that make real noises. I have two of them. One is red and one is blue.”

“Uh, of course I want to see your room.” Peter said like it was obvious. Finn turned around and swiftly walked towards his room, and Peter followed.

“You have to wipe your feet three times.” Finn instructed as he wiped his feet three times on the mat in front of his door.

“You got it.” Peter complied as he wiped his feet as well. Peter began to look around and smiled at how similar Finns room looked to his own.

“These are my Legos.” Finn said as he pointed to a shelf lined with Lego sets of all sizes.

“Woah.” Peter gasped as he walked over to the shelf. “You have the Lego Death Star?”

“Yes. It has 3803 pieces and it took me 4 days to make it.” Finn told him.

“You built this all by yourself?” Peter’s eyes widened with impression.

“Yes.” Finn smiled and clapped a few times. “Legos make me happy.”

“They make me happy too.” Peter commented as he gazed at the sets. Finn silently took two lightsabers out of his closet and held them out to Peter.

“Do you want to play lightsabers?” Peter asked him, and he nodded.

“Me too. But only if I can use the red one.” Peter smiled, taking note of all the blue clothes in the closet and assuming his favorite color was blue. Finn clapped again and gave Peter the red lightsaber before jumping into a battle stance. Peter lost track of time as they played with the various toys in Finns room. He was genuinely enjoying himself, and Finn seemed to be as well.

You stepped into Finns room and wiped your feet three times on his mat. When you looked up, you saw Peter swinging Finn around the room while making “pew pew” sounds.

“Hey Y/n.” Peter paused with Finn midair. “We were just…looking for my calculator.”

“Peter is telling a lie.” Finn said simply.

“I can see that.” You chuckled. “I just wanted to let you guys know that the pizza will be here in 20 minutes.”

“Pizza.” Finn clapped as Peter set him down. “The pizza will be here in 20 minutes.”

“Thank you.” Peter stammered, cheeks growing red in embarrassment. You smirked at him before leaving the room and returning to your own.

“I’ll be right back.” Peter said quickly as he rushed to your room.

“Um, hi.” Peter stammered as he leaned against your door. He knew you didn’t like to talk about your brother and he could only assume you were angry with him now.

“Hey.” You said without looking up.

“You’re home?” Peter asked as he sat next to you. “How long have you been here?”

“About an hour.” You shrugged, setting your textbook next to you.

“An hour?” Peter gasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You looked pretty busy so I’ve just been reviewing by myself.” You fought back a smile as you looked at your boyfriend.

“I wasn’t…I wasn’t busy.” Peter said sheepishly.

“Really? You seemed pretty busy playing with my brother.” You shrugged casually.

“I know.” Peter sighed. “I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary but he asked me-“

“He asked you?” You were taken aback. “My brother asked you to play with him?”

“Yeah.” Peter apologized. “I told him I was there to help you study and he started talking to me about Star Wars and one thing just kinda led to another.”

“He doesn’t let me hug him and he was letting you fly him around the room like an airplane.” You looked at the ceiling as you let out a humorless laugh.

“Actually, I was flying him around the room like the Millennium Falcon.” Peter reluctantly corrected you.

“Peter.” You stood up and rubbed your face.

“I’m sorry.” Peter stood up as well. “He was just so excited to show me his legos and I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“Peter, I’m not mad.” You told him as you turned around.

“You’re not?”

“No.” You smiled softly. “Not even a little bit.”

“But…” Peter looked confused. “But you never let me meet him before. I thought you didn’t want him to know about me.”

“Peter, my brother has autism.” You told him for the first time. Peter tilted his head in confusion and looked at you skeptically. He was pretty sure that was something you would have told him in the time you’d been dating.

“What?” He asked softly.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “He’s pretty much non verbal towards everyone but me and my parents. I never let you meet him because he doesn’t like strangers.”

“Oh.” Peter blinked slowly as he put it all together.

“That’s why I let you guys play.” You told him. “He doesn’t have any friends at school since he doesn’t like to talk to anyone. When I came home and saw you guys playing... Peter that was the happiest I have ever seen him. I didn’t want it to stop.’’

“Oh.” Peter said again, with a smile this time. “I had no idea.”

“Because he was so engaged with you.” You gushed with excitement. “I mean, he was talking, letting you touch him, making eye contact. Peter, he rarely looks me in the eyes. Do you know how comfortable he must have been with you to look you in the eyes? And the fact that he asked you to play with him? If he needs something, we usually have to figure it out because he doesn’t like asking for things. I can’t believe this.”

“He’s a really great kid. I could already tell that just from playing with him.” Peter smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You smiled back, but it faded as a sadness settled in your eyes.

“He doesn’t hug you?” Peter asked suddenly as he drew back to something you had said before. You looked down and nodded before frowning at Peter.

“When he was little, we noticed he got really uncomfortable with certain fabrics and textures touching his skin, like the tag on his shirt or rough towels.” You began to explain. “Then it broadened to other forms of contact. He has sensory issues so he doesn’t like it when people touch him. I haven’t hugged him since he was two.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter frowned and kissed your forehead.

“It’s okay.” You sighed as you pulled him into a hug. Peter rubbed your back comfortingly as you squeezed him back.

“The pizza is here.” Finn opened your door suddenly. “The pizza costs $13.67.”

“Thanks Finn.” You smiled at your brother as you wiped a tear off your cheek. “We’ll be right there.”

“You’re crying.” Finn stated. “Are you sad? Crying means sad.”

“No, I’m not sad.” You wiped your face and smiled at him. “I’m okay. See? Happy.”

“Finn, why don’t you come in here.” Peter said suddenly as he opened his arms. You looked at Peter curiously as he scooped up Finn and held him on his hip. Your mouth opened a little in surprise, not used to seeing your brother touching people.

“You know how we said Star Wars were cool?” Peter asked Finn.

“Yes.” Your brother nodded.

“You know what’s even cooler?” Peter looked between you and Finn. “Group hugs.”

Your lips tugged into a smile as you watched your brother hang on to every word Peter said. Finn looked at you without making eye contact and slowly opened his free arm.

“Is the material of my sweater okay?” You asked him carefully.

“It’s okay.” He nodded, and that was all you needed. You stepped into the hug and wrapped your arms around your little brother. A tear slipped down your cheek as you rubbed his back, taking in the scent you hadn’t smelled in years. A small noise emitted from the back of his throat and you pulled away, knowing he was uncomfortable.

“Thanks Finn.” You smiled at him to show him you were happy. “Let’s go get the pizza.”

Finn ran out the the room, leaving you and Peter alone.

“I’m sorry if that was-“

You cut Peter off by pulling him into a kiss to thank him for what he had done. Peter happily kissed you back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“That was perfect.” You assured him in a whisper. “Thank you.”

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marveladdictt · 4 years ago

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Sticky Situation

PARING: Peter Parker X Reader

SUMMARY: Peter is gone and has stupidly left his web shooter lying around. What kind of person would you be if you didn’t take them for a spin. Turns our there trickier to use than you thought.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Mentions of guns, Fluff

“Y/N?” Peter asked from his bed,

“Yeah Pete” You tore yourself away from your homework to face the brown-eyed boy.

“Ned said there’s some sort of emergency” You raised your eyebrow at that,

“Is he ok?”

“Oh yeah, yeah of course, he probably just can’t find the next piece to his Lego set. But he wants me to come over ASAP. I- I would usually say no, but I’ve blown him off twice for Spider-Man duties.” He said guiltily.

“It’s no problem Peter, don’t worry about it.” You reassured, you knew he would decline Ned’s invite if you asked but they hadn’t hung out in a while and to be honest, you felt a little guilty yourself since you and Peter always did.

He perked up at that.

“Thanks Y/N! Sorry I have to pause our study date,” You smiled at how adorable he was, he got up and gave you a peck before rushing off.

“I’ll be 20 minutes max!” He yelled from the other room before you heard the door slam shut.

Sighing to yourself you looked around Peters room for something you could do. Glancing at your homework you contemplated whether you should continue with it but quickly shut down that absurd idea. A devilish smile crossed your face when your eyes landed on Peters web shooters. You had always wanted to try them out, see how strong they actually were. And besides, they were just lying there, practically begging you to use them. You’d just shoot a few webs, it’s not like you were about to go swinging around the city, what’s the worst that could happen?

You looked at your phone, you have about 15 minutes before Peter comes home. Getting up, you slowly made your way across the room, freezing instantly and screwing your eyes shut when the floorboard creaked. Peeking one eye open you looked around, smacking yourself on the head when you realised you were home alone. Idiot.

Composing yourself, you casually walked over to the web shooters and picked one up, examining it. You flipped it over and closed one eye as you tried to look through the barrel. Finally, when you finished assessing it- more like procrastinating; you slipped it on. It was loose on your arm since Peters wrists were bigger than yours, but you quickly figured out how to adjust it. Shaking your arm a little to make sure it wouldn’t fall off, you smiled to yourself extending your arm and aiming at one of Peters Star-wars posters. You caught your tongue between your teeth, unintentionally mimicking the face you made when you applied your mascara- the one that Peter always said was adorable, but you thought was weird. You’d seen Peter shoot webs plenty of times, so you were pretty sure you knew what you were doing. Taking a breath you pressed down on the button and fell backwards at the force of the webs, letting out a surprised yelp as you landed on the floor.

“Mk, that’s strong,” you mumbled to yourself as you rubbed your head. You looked up to find the poster covered in webs, a proud smile painted your face at the fact you hit your aim on the first try. Turning to the other web shooter you decided to put them both on, you know- get the full experience.

30ish web blasts later and you were starting to get the hang of it. Well, that was until now.

You spun around to shoot at the wall but accidently shot the bookcase instead, oh shit. The webs started pulling you into it and you could tell it was going to topple at any moment, trying to slow yourself down to lighten the impact you twisted the webs, but ended up getting flipped upside down with them. You let out a strangled cry and you desperately shot webs everywhere. Finally a web latched itself to the corner of the wall and stopped you from getting knocked out by a bookcase. Your small moment of relief was quickly overcome by panic when you realised you were caught in a tangled mess of webbing, hanging upside down with your arm being pulled in an unnatural direction. To make matters worse you heard the front door open, signalling that your boyfriend was home.

Peter opened the door to be met with a loud bang coming from his room. He sucked in a breath and rushed to where the sound came from, worry evident in his stiff movements. Had something happened to you? Did one of his enemies take you? He could never live with himself knowing that he wasn’t able to save you. All these horrible thoughts were running through his head like swarming bees when he finally burst the door open, panting heavily. That’s when his eyes landed on you. Peter had calculated almost every scenario that could have happened to you but never in a million years would he have predicted this. His beautiful sweet girlfriend, hanging upside down, tangled in his webs. Peter didn’t know what to do with himself, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He tried to awkwardly re-position himself on the door frame a couple times before he found a position he liked, trying desperately not to laugh he let out a cough, making his presents apparent.

“Y/N?” Peters voice startled you, you snapped your head up to face him, eyes wide. Amusement was written all over his face and you felt yourself heating up with embarrassment. Fuck, you need to say something.

“P-Peter, hi” You mentally cursed at yourself for your voice coming out so high pitch.

“Hey Babe” He stifled a laugh, but you could hear it clear as day.

“Wacha up to” He asked smiling.

“Oh you know, just hanging” Peter couldn’t help it anymore. He burst out laughing, grabbing onto the door for support.

“Peterrr” You wined.

“Yeah lovely?” He managed to get out, still wheezing, you just looked at him expectantly.

“Did you need something?” He asked innocently,

“Don’t play dumb Pete, common,” You begged. He tilted his head in response.

“You’re going to have to say it Y/N,” You rolled your eyes giving in, since you could feel all the blood going to your head.

“Peter, will you please help me get down from your webs?” He huffed in victory.

“Of course I will Y/N” But instead of coming toward you, he started to head toward his bed. You were about to ask what he was doing but that’s when you saw him pick up his phone.

“I hate you.” You groaned,

“I love you too,” He smiled, while taking an un-godly amount of photos with your scowling face.

“You done?” You asked, unamused.

“Yup” He said, popping the P. Peter started carefully applying the serum to the webs, not being able to hold in the small giggles that he occasionally let out at the situation.

“You ready?” He asked, you looked at him confused.

“For what-?” Before you could continue to question him, Peter reached his hand up and pored the serum on the final web, causing you to fall. You let out a small yelp before Peters strong arms wrapped around you, catching your frame before you could hit the ground headfirst. He lifted you up and plopped you down on the bed.

“Sooooo, you going to explain what I just walked into, not that I’m complaining though,” He questioned letting out a light chuckle, reminiscing the sight he saw barely a moment ago. You looked down to your lap playing with the sleeves of your Peters hoodie. Peters heart swelled at how adorable you are.

“Ijustwantedtoplaywithyourwebshootersbecasuetheresupercool.” You rushed. Peter looked at you with a bewildered expression,

“What now?” Was all he said, you let out a breath. Oh well, you’ve already embarrassed yourself, may as well go all out.

“I just wanted to play with your web shooters because there super cool.” You looked like a dog who had just been caught eating something she shouldn’t have. Peter found it adorable.

“Wait… so you didn’t have the intention of ending up tangled and upside down in my room?” You glared at him in response.

“Sorry sweets, but you have to admit, this situation is pretty hilarious,” he chuckled,

“Yeah I guess,” You said, starting to see the humour in it.

“You know, next time you could just ask me to use them, I could teach you,” He smiled sweetly,

“Fair enough but I mean, it was only a few webs, I didn’t think I’d have to?” It came out as more of a question.

“Y/N, baby, look around the room, it looks like Halloween threw up in here,” He looked around prompting you to follow his actions. Peter was in fact correct, there were webs covering almost every surface they could.

“Oh gosh, Peter, I’m so sorry, Mays gonna freak!” Your embarrassment had turned to worry in a matter of seconds, you started to ramble on about how you’re so sorry and how you’ll never touch his web shooters again, and how-

“Y/N/N, hey, hey, calm down,” Peter grabbed on to your hand to make you look at him, he could tell you were spiralling.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I’ll get the serum and dissolve all the webs before May even gets back. Sure It’ll be a bitch to clean, but it was definitely worth it to be able to see you like that.” You let out a defeated sigh,

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” You stated, Peter shook his head smiling,

“Nope, no I am not.” You looked down to your lap, fiddling with your fingers once again, only this time, there was a small smile stretched on your face.

“Come ‘ere.” Peter said grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap, he looked deep into your soft eyes, reaching up a hand he caressed your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek bone. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes.

“So beautiful.” He mumbled. Starting to get shy under his burning gaze, you tried to hide your face in his palm, making Peter let out a breathy laugh. Peter looked at you with complete admiration. Gently, he turned his palm over to lift your chin up, sighing happily when he saw your glowing face.

You looked from Peters coffee eyes to his lips a couple times before slowly leaning in for a kiss. Your lips met Peters soft ones and it felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach, Peter reciprocating the feeling. His hand was cupping your cheek while his other drew unrecognisable patterns on your waist. You leant up to put your arms around his neck, Peter shifting slightly to accommodate you. That’s when you accidently pushed on the web shooter, causing a web to fly out and latch on to Peters neck. You gasped as Peter fell backwards, almost nocking his head on the wall.

“Peter!” You yelped, jumping to help him, he let out a groan as you hoisted him up, rubbing at his neck.

“Oh my goodness, are you ok?” You asked, fussing over him yet not wanting to touch the web in case it attached you to him.

“Yup,” He mumbled, the corner of his mouth turning up into a lopsided smile.

“I’m so sorry Babe, I didn’t mean to.” You said guiltily,

“S’ok, probably got a taste of my own medicine then” You laughed at that,

“Yeah I guess,” You sighed, watching as your boyfriend got up and pored the serum onto his neck.

Peter came back down and sat crossed legged, opposite you on the bed.

“Mighttt be better if I take these back for now,” He reached out to your arms, as you nodded in agreement, not wanting anymore incidents to occur. You watched as Peter took the shooters off, loving how gentle he was with you. You sighed in relief once they were gone, shaking your arm a bit, making Peter laugh.

“But seriously,” You started. “I’m going to take you up on that spider web lessons thing,” Peter smiled at that,

“Hell yeah, I better be careful, you might put me out of a job,” He countered fondly,

“You know it Spidie.” Peter tucked a strand of hair behind your ear,

“You’d make a pretty hot Spider-Woman if I do say so myself”

“Don’t you know it,” You laughed

BONUS PART:

“okokokok,” Peter mumbled to himself as he quickly shoved his suit on so he could go stop the robber that suddenly showed up in Delmar’s. He didn’t have enough time to put his web shooters on or find a place to stash his bag, so he just took them with him as he ran into the shop, throwing his bag somewhere in the corner.

“Hey dude, if you wanted a sandwich so bad you could’ve just asked.” Peter said cockily. The guy swung around, holding his gun up with shaky hands- likely hood is it isn’t even loaded, Peter thought as he assessed the situation.

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble” Peter started to put his shooters on,

“Good, so then you’ll come with me without a fight.” Peter said, but that’s when his cockiness started to run out, he looked down and saw that the web shooter wasn’t going onto his wrist. Realisation hit Peter when he remembered he hadn’t re-adjusted it since you used it. He kept on fiddling with it, trying to get it on, almost dropping one by doing so.

“Hey man, you good?” Asked the robber, confusion lacing his voice at the very peculiar situation. Peters head shot up to the mans, lenses widening.

“Yeah, yup, fine.” He said, turning around so his back was facing the man.

“J-just gimme a sec,” He yelled. The robber lent on a shelf, still not exactly sure what was happening.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck. God dammit Y/N!” Peter whisper shouted, still fiddling with the left shooter.

“Why do your wrists have to be so darn small and cute!?”

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