#spidermanxreader

[s0apysm1les]

Lol okay so I got this funny idea or at least... it seemed funny to me in my head... welp so anyways imagine this: Reader calls yandere Peter Parker by this full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the darling asked him to?

CW: Goofy reader who adds extra names as emphasis, couple's argument, angry cooking

Batter Chatter

Peter Parker x Reader

not really a yandere story, this one's just cute! Just gonna drop a good one instead of explaining where I've been all this time.

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"Peter Benjamin Parker!"

Wasn't a good thing to hear as a teen and it still isn't a good thing to hear as a 27 year old super-hero-but-also-photographer-by-trade. He had only just removed his mask and turned to the source of the alluring voice to see the love of his life.

Definitely angry and with a sharp glare in those beautiful eyes... and it's at that angry look that he remembers why he even left in the first place! Eggs... he forgot the eggs again. He only stepped out for a minute! He could go back out-

"Don't you even think of stepping out that window again Peter Edgar Benjamin Parker!" Oh, you're really mad this time.

"I ask you to do one! Thing! What is that?!" Before he even opens his mouth to respond you continue, "Get eggs! Why? For me to make cakes for YOUR office party that YOU signed me up for!" It was technically his boss, J Jonah Jameson, who signed you up for it but Peter didn't want to bring that up and earn more ire. Why the Daily Bugle is hosting a potluck, he doesn't know but it is a test of all the worker's ability to cook and everyone is pulling all stops.

He was specifically told "Parker, since it seems the only thing you're capable of doing is bringing half-shot photos of Spiderman, I don't trust you to bring in anything edible. You better leave it to that girlfriend of yours. Mary Jane or whatever."

"Ah, it's actually-"

"Don't correct me, Parker. Didn't I just say 'or whatever'? Whoever it is, I'm sure it's better than you! Have them bring it in or else!"

And with that, you were unwillingly listed in the catering field for the next week as you figure out what to bring, what you need and how you'll do it in the small apartment kitchen. With Peter hovering over your shoulder, you settle on bite sized portions of three types of cake, lemon pound cake, chocolate cake and strawberry cakes, each with little pads of icing or glaze on top. Peter called them cupcakes, you called him uncultured in the kitchen. "Petit Fours" you called them.

And all you asked of him was to bring you a 24 pack of eggs... which he didn't...

"Peter Edgar Johnson Parker! Are you listening to me?!"

"Yes, of course! I'm sorry! I promise I'm listening."

"Then why didn't you do what I asked! You decided to just fight random thugs on the street again." Your voice went from dry anger to wet anger. You sounded like you were going to cry. "It wasn't even any of your big bad enemies. The police could have taken care of these guys! Why don't you care about me?" You finished by dropping your head and hugged yourself.

Peter drops his mask and races to your side and attempts to both hug you and lift your face to look at him.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, please?"

"No" You cry out, head still dropped and trying to hide yourself from him. You're immediately embarrassed because you're crying over such a little thing as a carton of eggs that you yourself could've gotten in the interim - remembering you had actually done so after he left.

You already knew that he was going to stop and fight some bad guys. It's his job. And he has to do this to keep you safe. You know this, you do. But just, over and over and over again. He forgets what you ask him to remember when he's fighting and it's to the point where it feels almost purposeful and that you're not worth remembering.

You wipe your eyes and sniff. You're mad. Stay mad. You remind yourself.

"Get out." You say. Trying to make it not obvious that you're crying and failing as he looks at your red shiny eyes.

"What? No wait -"

"Peter Charles Edgar Johnson - whatever the - PARKER!" You yell out. "Get out of the living room! Get out of the kitchen! Let me cook in peace!" You push away from him and watch his strong arms drop limply to his side, bumping off of his body as they fall.

Calling the expression on his face the "kicked puppy" look would make him seem less hurt than he actually was. But you were mad and you had to make yourself be strong.

"Go to the room, Peter. Now." You point for emphasis at the doorway a mere 3 feet away. The imposing hollow core door that hung crookedly on its hinges felt more like iron bars. And after a staring contest of 10 seconds, he slowly made his way into the room.

He didn't turn on the light and instead stood in the dark and stared at you until you ahem'd him to close the door with another flick of your finger. He complied...

With a stiffening of your shoulders, another wipe of your face and a full body shake you got started with cooking. You removed the eggs that YOU bought from the fridge and pulled up the recipes for the three cakes you intended to miniaturize and got started. Halfway through the second's batter beating, you heard the loud creak of the door opening and knew the eyes watching you belonged to your sulking boyfriend.

You didn't turn around, instead just let him watch. And as you cooked and moved and decorated, he slowly emerged from the room and sat in the doorway. You assume anyway, because you refused to turn back and look at him, still wanting to make him feel how upset you were despite not being so angry any more.

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With you finally finishing up on the decorating portion, you felt that Peter had moved closer now and decided to finally glance at him. You see him propped against the corner of the kitchen's island and looking at you with his own set of tired and red rimmed eyes.

You look at him, the desserts and the sink half full of dishes and breath out an exhale. You grab a pink iced mini cake and a lemon cake and walk over to him and drop down into a cross legged position in front of him. Without a word and without looking into his eyes you pass him the strawberry cake.

He's staring at your face and you can feel it while you watch him in your peripheral vision bite into the cake.

"Is it good?" You ask after a far too long moment.

"mhm" he says around the cake in his mouth.

You lean against his shoulder and look up at his face.

"... can you do the dishes?" you ask. I love you, I'm sorry.

"Mhm" he kisses your forehead and then leans his head onto yours.

"I love you" "I love you too"

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(aight so its like 2 am but spiderman hyperfixation go brrr and this came to my head while trying to sleep.)

Mj and Ned stare in awe at the two Peter Parkers standing in front of them.

Ned decides to try one final time.

“I wish we could see Peter Parker!” he makes a circle with his hands and a portal opens

instead of gracefully stepping through a masked figure comes crashing through, landing on top of Peter with an oomph.

There is a scary looking woman on the other side, about to jump through when the portal abruptly closes.

The four people in the room stare in Silence at the figure.

“Can you get off of me?” Peter asks.

The figure lets out a gasp and scrambles up, offering a hand to the fallen Peter.

Peter takes the figures hand and is hoisted into the air as if he weighs nothing.

They take time to look at the person.

it appears to be a woman in a spiderman suit.

“You’re not Peter Parker.” Ned mumbles.

“Yeah no shit. I’m (y/n) Parker. Friends call me Peter to piss me off. Inside joke.”

she looks around at the people in the room.

“Thanks for saving me. I was getting my ass handed to me by that chick. She was kinda fine tho.” The woman reached a gloved hand up to her mask and yanked it off.

Long curly brown hair falls out. except its not graceful like you would think. Hair is everywhere and the woman sputters as hair gets in her mouth.

She finally gets her hair under control and chocolate brown eyes are revealed. The woman has a young looking face, albeit with some scars. She has light freckles dusting across her face.

“Looking around I assume you two are Spiderman. Or a version of me. Now what the fuck is going on?”

“Uhm about that, you’re from another universe. We’re currently looking for our Peter. The other two are also Peters from other universes.” Ned mumbles looking down.

“No shot?” She looks at the two. “Damn if I wasn’t into women I’d tap me.” She mumbled lifting a hand to her chin.

“Are you not phased by the multiverse?” The Peter who she hadn’t fallen onto asked.

“Nah. I’ve had weirder shit happen. There was that time in New Jersey with the Ferret and those two guys. Shit was wild.”

“….Ok. Well we still need to find our Peter. He needs us right now. We’re all he has left.” MJ looks at the three spidermans around her.

The woman’s face softens.

“Is there a place he goes to like,”

“Get away from it all?” The Peters ask.

“Mine was the Chrysler building.”

“Top of the Empire state.”

“Thats a nice view.”

“Lady Liberty’s tit.”

The room went quiet as everyone stared at the girl who had spoken.

“Excuse me?” Ned asked.

“I don’t know its hard to be sad when standing on the tit of a 305 foot tall lady.” She played with a strand of her hair.

“Moving on.”

“There is.” MJ mumbled.

(Aight calling it for now. Will make part two semi soon.)

[bored-writer101]

Tom!Peter Parker X Reader ~ Will You Be My Girlfriend?

A/N: i got a little carried away with this one…😂 hope y’all enjoy! :) (female reader)

Warnings: none

Summary: Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.

Words: 1021

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You heard small taps on your window as you sat at your desk. You turned in your chair, and smiled at the boy outside your window. He smiled and waved. You stood up and walked over to the window, unlocking and sliding it up. "What are you doing here, Spidey? Aren't you supposed to be out on patrol?" you questioned. "I just got done with patrol. I wanted to show you something" you furrowed your brows. "Show me what?"

Before you could protest, Peter had reached through your window and pulled you out. You let out a small shriek of surprise as he did this. "Hold on" he said with a smirk before he pulled his mask back down and began to swing along with you clinging to him. You had done this once before, and it was just as exhilarating this time as it was the last. It was also terrifying, but you were trying to ignore that.

You watched as cars and people whizzed past many feet below you as Peter continued to swing along through the city. After a few minutes, Peter came to a stop near the top of a tall building. He climbed up the rest of the wall to the roof. You weren't even sure where you were in the city at that moment, but you didn't care.

Your heart was racing as Peter let you down. "Woah!" Peter exclaimed as he caught you from falling over. "Sorry. I'll never get used to that" you said with a chuckle. "Are you alright?" you nodded. Peter smiled, taking in your flushed appearance and messy hair. She looks adorable, Peter thought.

Once he was sure you could stand on your own, he let go of you to pull his mask off. You reached out and ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down. "Why the hell did you bring me here Peter?" you asked. "Oh right!" he said, as if he had forgotten the reason for literally pulling you out of your window. "Close your eyes" he said, and you complied, even though you were still confused.

He walked behind you and held his hands over your eyes. "My eyes are already closed Pete" you laughed. "I'm just making sure" he walked you over to what you assumed to be the edge of the roof. "Open your eyes" he said as he removed his hands.

You opened your eyes and the scene in front of you made your jaw drop, a small gasp escaping your lips. All the lights from the city practically lit up the night sky. Every building was still lit up, despite the late hour. You had never seen the city so awake yet so peaceful at the same time. It was quiet up on the roof, only the soft rushing of the wind could be heard.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Peter whispered into your ear. You nodded. "It's incredible" you whispered back, still staring at the skyline. You felt yourself shiver from the cold breeze. "Are you cold?" Peter asked. "I'll be fine" you brushed him off, but you couldn't help but shiver again as you hugged yourself.

Peter didn't listen. Instead he took it upon himself to warm you up. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his other arm around you too. He actually was radiating heat. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, getting as close to him as you could. "Feel better?" he asked. "Yeah. Thanks" you leaned your head onto his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You weren't sure how long the two of you stood like that. Just holding each other, staring off at the city. After a while of standing in silence, Peter finally spoke. "Can I ask you something?" you could hear the shake in his voice. He was nervous. "Of course, you can ask me anything" you pulled away slightly to look up at his face. "Is something wrong?" he shook his head quickly. "No, no. The opposite actually" you furrowed your brows.

"Y/N, I..." his voice trailed off, and his gaze moved back to the city for a moment, as if he could find the answers there. You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought about how to ask you. "I've liked you for a while, Y/N" he said softly as he looked back down at you. "I like you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot" he shook his head with a laugh and looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "God I'm doing such a bad job right now"

You shook your head and reached up to grip his chin in between your pointer and thumb. You tilted his head back up to look at you. "You're doing a great job. I like you a lot too Spidey. Like, a lot, a lot" you both laughed. "Instead of continuing to be awkward, I'm just gonna say it" he paused, taking in a deep breath. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Peter"

You reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down to press your lips to his. The kiss was even more exhilarating than the ride you had taken to get here. You almost couldn't believe this was real life. If your lips hadn't been on Peter's, you would have told him to pinch you to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Your lips moved together in synch as Peter held your hips tightly, pulling you as close to him as he could. You could feel his cheeks warming up in your hands. This made you smile into the kiss.

You finally pulled away to breathe. You rested your forehead on his as you both panted slightly. "This took us way too long" you laughed. "I agree. I'm happy it finally happened though" he said with a smile. "Me too" you said before pulling him back in for another sweet and passionate kiss.

[papikakashikahn]

FIXATED Masterlist

Summary: This story is a serval chapter work about Andrew garfield’s peter Parker struggling to balance pursuing a higher education at NYU as well as being spiderman. In meeting Y/N he’s encouraged to become a different person, but he feels guilty in doing so especially after the death of his first love four years ago to his hands. Slow burn

a/n: After watching Spider-man NWH, I noticed there was a boom in attention for Andrew Garfield, which is well deserved. It’s been a really long time since i’ve written anything, but the fanfics i ever wrote were actually about Andrew as he was my first celebrity crush (I had great taste since I was young as you can tell). Thus, I feel that in expecting lots of people to be looking for fanfics about him following the movie, I should write a little something to quench the general public’s thirst. I want to preface that this is about Andrew’s Peter Parker balancing being Spiderman as well as becoming a college student in NYU. There, he meets a love interest (you), but it is difficult for him to think of being with someone after the loss of his first love. I tried to capture the comedy and quick banter that is specific to Andrew’s Peter Parker, so i hope you can get that from this story. Also, I wanted this story to be inclusive, so while it is a female character read it as yourself as in reality that's definitely what i’m doing. Enjoy :)))

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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Hi, everyone! Thank you so much for checking out my page. I used to be solely a Peter Parker fan account, but I am excited to expand and explore other fandoms I love. Please check back here for all parts of fics. Enjoy!

Spiderman/Peter Parker

The Bold Ones (Series Completed): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A Plethora of Dates with Peter Parker: Part 1 | Part 2

Peter Parker? Gross! Part 1

Harry Potter Universe

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[pretend-writer]

All Or Nothing (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary:  Y/N has been suspicious of her boyfriend, Peter lately and is trying to find some answers.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Title Reference: All or Nothing x O-Town

Word Count:  1.3k words

Warning:  mention of violence and blood, swearing

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Life was amazing, I couldn't ask for better years in college. I've met the love of my life, Peter was everything I've ever imagined and more. He always prioritized me, cared for me. I honestly didn't know if I ever deserved him.

Lately, it had been different.

Ever since we started our third year of college, he was always gone. I'd probably see him once a week if I was lucky, that was only in class.

Peter would sometimes come back with bruises everywhere. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him in the bathroom wiping blood off his face.

All the sudden changes had me thinking what he wrapped himself into. Especially when Peter claimed that he started some internship for his class.

Of course I wanted to ask questions, but I didn't want to pry. I didn't want to be the girlfriend that was in his business all the time. He was old enough to take care of himself.

That made me imagine some horrible things, what was he doing in the middle of the night? Why was he missing classes? Why did I feel like he wasn't my boyfriend anymore?

Time to time, he promised me he'd be there and he wasn't. Our planned dates, our study session that we desperately needed to pass our class, Peter was gone more than he was here.

The one time he finally showed up he was disorganized, his papers flying everywhere, forgetting his writing materials, Peter even looked like he didn't sleep at all.

'Do you have everything we need to study?' I asked him as he took a seat. We figured we would get a private study room inside our library, we needed all the quiet time we could get.

'Ah-uhm. I think so.' Peter laid a bunch of papers on the ground, looking through all of them to see which one he needed for this specific chapter. 'Was it this one?'

'Peter, the test is tomorrow. Please tell me you're kidding me.' I sighed, 'If you don't pass this test, you're going to have to take this class again next semester.'

He immediately apologized, 'It's just I've been so busy.'

'You're always busy, Peter.'

'I know, I'm sorry.'

The room became practically silent, the only sounds were my pen clicking and Peter shaking his legs. It was weird to feel awkward with my boyfriend, it was as if Peter wasn't Peter anymore.

'What's going on lately, Peter?' I asked in a soft tone. I was worried about him, his mind was everywhere but here. I'd hate it if whatever that was happening to him got him kicked out of college.

He bit his lips, shaking stopped when I asked him that question. Maybe whatever I said to him triggered him, like he was avoiding this question for so long.

Peter paused for a bit, studying my facial expression. I could tell that he felt guilty about hiding whatever secret he kept from me. But of course, he wouldn't say.

'It's the internship. They've got me out all night.'

'Are these company beating you up? Abusing you?' It was concerning, I hated seeing Peter all bruised up the few times I would meet with him.

'No! Oh, no. Of course not.' He stood up, watching my eyes slowly getting watery. Peter grabbed onto my hand, it was a touch I was familiar with. 'I didn't mean to make you feel like this, I'm sorry.'

'I hate seeing you like this, Peter. You're tired, you're hurt every time, the black eye, the bruises everywhere-' I held my breath as I held onto his hand. 'So what's really going on Peter?'

It was his last chance, the chance to tell me everything. I wanted him to trust me, whatever he was going through I wanted to be there for him.

Peter shifted his eye away from me, staring at his feet under the table. He refused to make eye contact with me but it was so obvious; Peter knew that too.

'I-I can't tell you.'

'Why? Why can't you? I'm just worried about you and-' The thought of his injuries kept replaying in my head. 'If I come back to your dorm one night and see you unconscious or even worse, I don't kn-'

Peter frowned, jumping up as I said those words. 'Baby, I promise you. Nothing bad is going to happen to me. Please trust me.'

'I do trust you but I don't trust whatever you're doing outside campus.'

It finally felt good to say it out loud, all the worries and pain that I felt watching him struggle everyday hurt so bad. I wanted him to know that I cared for him and I just wanted the best for him.

'You don't tru-' Peter stumbled on his words, shocked and sad. 'W-what are you trying to say?'

'I don't know but I can't deal with this pain anymore Peter.' I sniffled, trying to hide my tears from him. 'I get you can't tell me but if I don't know anything, I can't help you.'

'But you don't have to help me, I got this.'

'And I'm just supposed to watch you get bruised up by something or someone I don't even know about? Watch you spit out blood from your mouth before you come to bed? I can't do that, Peter. I can't.'

Peter had nothing to say, clenching his fist and not knowing what else could make you feel at ease. But there was nothing; he needed to keep something a secret.

'I don't know what I'll do if I lose you, Y/N.'

'Then tell me, please. So at least I'll know a general idea of what's going on with your life.'

'Nothing's going to change even if I tell you.'

'It'll change me, Peter.' I cried, practically begging for the pain to go away. 'It'll help me feel better if I knew. That sounds selfish, I know but I don't know what else.'

Peter didn't move a muscle, he just sat on the chair watching me as I cried.

'Do you know how it feels to not even see you everyday Peter? I miss you. On top of that the times I do see you, you're not yourself. Instead you come back with more blood all over your body.'

He sat there, his tears starting to fall down his cheeks. Even with all of that, he still had not said anything.

'Please say something.'

'I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry.' Peter wiped his tears as he adjusted himself on the seat. 'I hate that I'm making you feel like this but I-I can't tell you. At least not yet.'

'So what am I supposed to do?'

Peter shrugged, shaking his head as he was as confused as I was. He wanted to help, I knew that and I could tell he did. But nothing helped my situation and it didn't help his either.

'I'm just trying to protect you, you know that right?'

'Protect me from what, Peter? What's so bad that you have to keep this a secret?'

His phone suddenly rang loudly, echoing through the small room. Peter looked at it and then looked at me. 'I-I have to go, Y/N.'

'Of course you do.' I didn't mean to sound the way I did. I was tired of this and hurting all over again. This repetitiveness and stress just hurt so much, I just wanted it to be over.

Peter frowned, feeling terrible about everything. He didn't know what else to do to make me feel better. 'Will I see you when I get back?'

'I-I don't know.'

He swallowed the lump in his throat, biting his lip as he held more tears in. Peter grabbed only his backpack and his phone, leaving me with nothing but his class papers and the pain that never went away.

[tonydadisbestdad]

Sweet Rage

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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[lillyso04]

The love of a Stark - Introducing: Y/N Stark (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1024359793-the-love-of-a-stark-introducing-y-n-stark?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LillyLeolover&wp_originator=F4LXNQOGePV09MoL4jtDAFs8btXzAyz2o%2BjPDyyFB2namv8ENkOfKM02GWhRKu6IX13qh9gcucaW%2FnsvBneo%2FAFwJuXDwQBFeQceIFhvtK1vxYpvqBZjZSAn%2FkK4zP3T Peter Parker x Stark!reader So basically this is a love story between Peter and Tony Stark's daughter. In this, you and Peter will both be 16, so it is a little while after homecoming. What will happen when you meet the friendly neighborhood Spider? will you find Love? Friendship? Read ahead to find out! (I do not own any MCU characters or plots!)

[losttinwritings]

period cramps

[Tom Holland x afab!Reader] [772 words]

SUMMARY: you boyfriend, tom holland helps you when you're on your period.

WARNINGS: just fluff.

i lay in a fetal position underneath the covers of mine and tom's queen-sized bed groaning, as the cramps in my abdomen continued to annoy me.

as you may of already guessed, mother nature decided to pay me a visit, while my boyfriend, tom holland is currently on the set of spiderman: far from home filming.

all i want is for him to be home with me in the apartment to give me cuddles and maybe even get me some chocolate. but clearly that won't be happening for a while as he has to work.

I sighed sadly, before reajusting my position on the bed to be more comfortable as I flicked through the channels of the television in front of me.

the heat pack i had placed on me earlier that morning, had fallen off and landed beside me onto the warm cotton covers.

I groaned inaudibly, as I then turned over onto my side before I then manouvered my hand towards the beside table to grab my phone.

once I grabbed it, I pressed my finger onto the home button. the bright light of the screen slightly blinding me as it then turned it self on.

i then smiled, once my eyes landed on my lock screen photo. it was photo of me and tom at disneyland. his arms were wrapped firmly around my waist as I had one of my arms around his neck. i was also wearing minnie mouse ears while he had mickey ones.

that was also the day where I literally spilt strawberry ice cream all over my disney shirt. in fact it was right after taking that photo that it happened.

i smiled once more, before pressing onto the messaging app, then into both mine and my boyfriend, tom's messages we shared together.

messages with "spiderboi💗"

(bold is Tom. Italics is you)

hey babe 😘

hey,

you feeling any better?

💗

yeah, my cramps

are still killing me 💀

that sucks.

anyway, i just

finished up with filming

for the day and am about

to head home.

want me to get you anything?

🤔

alright, get home fast

please. I just want to

cuddle with you 😥

oh and get me

some chocolate

too thanks.

white or regular

chocolate? 🍫

white please.

ok im heading off now.

love you y/n x 😘💗

love you too. 💗

I clicked out of the messages before placing my phone back onto the beside table closest to me. the cramps in my abdomen still not having subsided yet.

I just hoped tom got here soon, cause I don't know how much longer I can last with this unbearable period pain.

just as I sat up in bed, and flicked on the television to 'stranger things' I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the staircase and towards our bedroom. I could easily recognise those footsteps as tom's.

he then entered the bedroom and as soon as he spotted me. he then rushed right over towards where I was currently situated atop of our bed. a shopping bag held in his grasp as well.

"y/n, you still feeling good?" he asked, worryingly. setting the bag of chocolates upon one of the bedside tables. I just nodded, only wanting for him to come near me so we could cuddle and watch stranger things. as well as eating chocolate.

tom then lowered himself down onto the bed, propping himself up in front of the pillows in the process. before I then shifted my spot on the bed to right next to him. where my head lay atop his chest, so I could hear his heartbeat and I snuggled closer into him.

he then moved his arms around me and rested his own head onto the headboard of our bed. as both each of our eyes drifted across the tv screen.

"I love you, y/n." the native of southwest london told me quietly.

"I love you too, tom." I managed to say, my mind now fully off of the pain in my lower region, as our eyes stayed on the images playing out on the tv screen.

it's moments like these i love. when it's just me and tom laying together, legs intertwined, cuddling and watching television together.

how did I get so lucky to end up with someone like him?

[robinskey]

Movie Night (Peter Parker x Reader)

movie night fridays

they’re basically a requirement for dating peter parker

he always buys your favorite candies and snacks beforehand, so they’re waiting on the coffee table as soon as you get to his apartment

peter immediately tosses his keys on the side table and heads into the kitchen

you flop on the couch

he calls for you to pick whatever movie you like

even if it’s a terrible rom-com

bc he’s going to spend more time staring at you than the screen, anyway

you almost always end up watching one of the star wars movies, though

mostly bc you know they’re his favorite

and you love watching his face light up every time someone whips out a lightsaber

peter returns two minutes later with a GIANT bowl of golden, buttery popcorn, which he gives you to sample

the boy might not be a chef

but he makes some bomb microwave popcorn

he says the spidey senses let him know when it’s ready

so he never burns a kernel he collapses into the folds of the sofa beside you

the warm bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap

you hit play as his arm slinks around your shoulders

you nestle into his chest

sigh contentedly

you’re always exhausted from the school week, so half the time you’ll doze off in the middle of the movie

peter won’t notice for a while, until he yells something out about one of the characters

and you don’t respond

when he glances down and sees your eyelids closed in sleep

he instantly clamps his big mouth shut

and uses it to press a gentle kiss to your forehead

sometimes it wakes you up

sometimes it doesn’t

it doesn’t really matter to peter

he’s just happy to be in your company

[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (prologue)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

When Peter goes through a rough break-up, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: none for this chapter but there will likely be alcohol mentions and smut later on

A/N: In this Peter and the reader are both in college and therefore over 18 in this. Also the chapters are going to be a lot longer this is just the prologue

Chapter 1

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You could hear him holding back his sobs as he explained everything that happened over the phone. How he had walked in on her with some other guy, the way he felt his heart shatter almost instantly. The way his voice broke made your heart ache. “Hey,” you started once he had run out of things to say and a heavy silence had taken over. “Come visit for the weekend. Take the train and you can stay with me. I’ll keep you company and distract you as much as you want, I can help you through this Peter. I think it would be good for you to get off campus for a while and away from anything that would remind you of her.” you could hear him sniffle and try to compose himself and it killed you to see your best friend in so much pain. Even this far apart since you’d ended up at different colleges, you two were as close as ever, and you hated being far away and unable to comfort him. “Yeah that sounds kinda nice” He said quietly, sounding unsure. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker I will drive down there and bring you here myself if I have to,” you said, managing to elicit a small laugh from him that caused a bit of warmth in your chest. 

“Alright then, I’ll book my train now,” he said, and you could have sworn you could hear a hint of a smile in his voice. 

[karlnapsity]

hello.

if you're at all reading this right now.

it was written before i had been killed by Tom's sexiness in his latest photoshoot.

[papikakashikahn]

FIXATED

An Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 1

Summary: This story is a serval chapter work about Andrew garfield’s peter Parker struggling to balance pursuing a higher education at NYU as well as being spiderman. In meeting Y/N he’s encouraged to become a different person, but he feels guilty in doing so especially after the death of his first love four years ago to his hands. Slow burn

a/n: After watching Spider-man NWH, I noticed there was a boom in attention for Andrew Garfield, which is well deserved. It’s been a really long time since i’ve written anything, but the fanfics i ever wrote were actually about Andrew as he was my first celebrity crush (I had great taste since I was young as you can tell). Thus, I feel that in expecting lots of people to be looking for fanfics about him following the movie, I should write a little something to quench the general public’s thirst. I want to preface that this is about Andrew’s Peter Parker balancing being Spiderman as well as becoming a college student in NYU. There, he meets a love interest (you), but it is difficult for him to think of being with someone after the loss of his first love. I tried to capture the comedy and quick banter that is specific to Andrew’s Peter Parker, so i hope you can get that from this story. Also, I wanted this story to be inclusive, so while it is a female character read it as yourself as in reality that's definitely what i’m doing. Enjoy :)))

The city seemed quieter, hundreds of feet in the air, or maybe it was the sound of the wind that was deafening. Continuing up with daily runs in the city that never sleeps while keeping up with my assigned readings sure made me tired at least. But it's getting late and I haven't even looked over the problem set for Chemistry due tomorrow. 

I swung home later than usual as it was 1 am now and I knew May would be getting anxious about where I was. Quietly, I slid open the window to my bedroom. The lights were off so clearly May hadn’t bothered to come in yet. I coasted into the room undetected and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over me. Nevertheless, just as I had done so the light turned on.

“I thought curfew was at elleven Peter” May’s voice stated. I sheepishly peered over the covers and smiled at her from my bed to where she stood in the doorway. I began laughing nervously, “Did we? I could have sworn we said twel-” “Peter” Aunt May asserted as she cut me off with a straight face. My sheepish smile faded away. “Aunt May, crime doesn’t have a curfew” I whined, turning over in my bed. “Well you do, you’re in college now Peter. You got to set some time aside for your studies. I didn’t send you to NYU for you to be slacking off” she returned while crossing her arms.

I turned back over to face her. Unfortunately, as almost always, she was right. I had been using my night job as an excuse to avoid homework. Getting into NYU was surely one of the hardest things I had to earn, but what I did not anticipate was how hard college would be after getting into it. And it wasn’t even because of the difficulty of the homework, it was the time management that was kicking my ass.

“I thought we talked about this Peter. And who would have thought being Spiderman is what’s distracting you. In college I would have thought it would be parties or girls or dru-” “May” i interrupted her with a smirk. I couldn’t blame her frustration as my number one fan. “This time management thing is difficult - that's all - it's not like any of the material is hard” I argued to her. She sighed looking at me amidst her tangent.

“I’ll get it done May, have I ever let you down?” I ask knowing the answer as I get up to hug her.

“Well no I suppose not-” “Then trust me, if I can stick to the ceiling and swing from the empire state building i’m sure I can do my assignments” I say reassuringly as I place my hand on her shoulder. 

She begrudgingly loses her crossed arm stance to place a hand over mine. “Well alright… but you better start dedicating time to your homework Peter. You’re a smart boy and I -” “Yes Aunt May! Goodnight! Love you!” I ended, smiling as I slowly closed the bedroom door on her. As the silence of Aunt May’s badgering ended through my door, I turned around and let out a sign of relief. However, the relief didn’t last long as I understood it to finally be the time to catch up on my homework for the night, something more time tasking then the bomb I dismantled. The two things were similar in a way however. Except one of them would in fact be the death of me… and I’m not talking about the bomb everyone.  

[senokai]

Good Morning!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is my very first request fic, it may not be much but I hope you like it! 

Request: “Somebody’s cranky.” / “Somebody needs to shut the fuck up.” 

Summary: A 72-hour assignment for a 16-year-old Avenger, how harsh was that? Y/N, normally, took missions gladly, not a single complaint came out of her. So, Peter Parker certainly did have some questions for her as one morning, after coming back from her last assignment, she decided to say a couple of colorful words.

Warnings: curses here and there, nothing too serious. a bit of floof at the end.

Word Count: 1,460

Peter Parker was a morning-person.

It was rare to the world but common to the Avengers. He would always have a small skip in his step if he was early enough to watch the sunrise on the rooftop. Feeling the last of the night’s cool breezes blow past him while he absorbed the sun’s first peaking warmth was euphoric. Maybe because he was finally seeing it from the Avengers compound in upstate rather than Queens? Who knew?

It always put him in a good mood.

And from that good mood; kindness.

It was out of his kindness that he would leave small goodies for everyone just before breakfast—for example, Thor always got a Hershey’s chocolate bar before he went to the training room, leaving the thunder god a very happy god. 

So, it was also out of pure kindness that Peter decided to surprise a certain Avenger to her favorite breakfast. 

The two got along swell, being as they were both in the same age group and had similar senses of humor. They would crack jokes all the time, sharing stories or memes to either cheer each other up or just for the hell of it. 

They instantly clicked.

Being as she had just arrived the previous night after a very long and supposedly intense mission. He couldn’t say for sure, as no one allowed him to have all the details. 

But either way, Y/N was finally here. 

He gathered the finished platters and placed them all onto the metal tray, swiping it off the counter-top and in his hands while he practically skipped up to the door to her room. If he were to be honest, he was hoping he wouldn’t just give the breakfast to her and just be on his way. He thought they could spend breakfast together and talk about her mission. If she didn’t mind, of course. 

But the doubt was too weak to deflate his enthusiasm. 

His eyes twinkled excitedly, already visualizing in his mind the eager open of the door to reveal Y/N, already drooling at the food and the ecstatic smile of his kindness while she dragged him inside. He could already feel so flustered. 

Peter raised his knuckles to the wooden surface, giving it two soundly taps as a beaming smile unconsciously spread across his lips. 

“Hey, Y/N! You awake?” 

Peter called out, glancing upwards at her door to find there was no such noise coming from the other side of it. For a moment, his enthusiasm subsided. 

But he was persistent—slipping his left arm under the tray with a firm grip, moving his right hand over to twist open the door knob. 

“Are you still asleep? I was kinda hoping we could—” 

It came out of nowhere. 

A clear yet purple glowing object, hitting him right in the face. Peter let out a startled yelp, staggering back into the hallway, where he ultimately hit the wall and fell over on his rear. He felt everything tip over, but only managed to save something warm in his hands. 

The tray was no longer over his left arm, but instead, laying on the floor with various spilled food items everywhere. Peter breathed slowly, eyeing down at his out-stretched hand to see he had managed to save a cup of coffee from the fall.

Peter blinked, regained himself quickly as he stood, eyeing down at the mess he made. There was a bit of panic inside him, questioning how he could cause something like that. 

But he saw the glint of purple flashing just over him in the corner of his eye. Peter raised his head up slowly, seeing a forcefield just behind Y/N’s door. 

At this, he was very confused.

 Y/N’s power was conjuring forcefields. So, why would she conjure one on him?

Peter got back up on his feet, getting closer to the transparent and purple wall just in front of him. It floated firmly, preventing him from going on the other side and protecting what was in it. Supposedly, Y/N. Peter scratched his head, narrowing his eyes as to peek behind the clear surface, seeing only mere blobs of color that was Y/N’s room. The shift of his eyes landed on where Y/N’s bed was, seeing a particularly human-figured blob on the other side, still lying in bed. Without another moment, Peter frowned.

“Y/N?”

“Go away.”

The response was immediate, filled with such anger that Peter had never heard before, coming from Y/N. Sure, she could spit flames but that was mostly just sass at Tony or Sam who would often tease her. But now, Y/N sounded as if she was a real-life demon. 

Peter’s frozen eyes glanced down from the forcefield to the fallen food on the floor. It made Peter bite his lip before looking down at the cup of coffee in his hands, still steaming. He reached out with his free hand, touching the forcefield again where it finally dissolved within the thin air, leaving only an open path for him to Y/N. He stepped inside without hesitation.

He wasn’t going to have his or her morning ruined by some grumpy attitude.

Peter gathered the now clear sight that laid out before him; wrinkled clothes piling over a half-open duffle bag, bullets littering various parts of the floor, and Y/N, who was sprawled out in bed and immediately threw over the blanket over her head. Peter lightly snorted, finding the sudden feeling to find her grumpy demeanor somewhat humorous rather than insulting. He glanced down one last time at the cup of coffee in his hands before holding it out to her bundled form, smiling.

“Good morning.”

He said with a smile, watching as the girl under the sheets roll on her side, still within her bundled cocoon. He heard a very audible groan leave the pit of her stomach, almost growling as she rose slowly, sitting up. Peter chuckled, daring to inch closer as he plopped down at the foot of her bed.

“Have a nice sleep?”

“I said; get the hell out.”

Y/N’s voice honestly shocked him. Her groggy voice made him somewhat swoon, in a way. Maybe because it was so enriched but at the same time, jagged. Either way, he would never admit something like that. 

She was holding her head, weaving her fingers through her matted hair. Peter smiled, shaking his head.

“Somebody’s cranky.”

He mused with a slight whistle, causing Y/N to snap her head at his direction, glaring at him.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up.”

She hissed out, but soon blinked in surprise as she saw the cup of coffee Peter was still holding out to offer her. She flickered her eyes over to him, watching as his tight-lipped smile slightly raised with a small shrug of his shoulders. With a grunt, Y/N snatched the mug from his hand, taking a small sip.

A strong moment of silence had passed.

“Thanks.”

She finally muttered calmly with a small purse of her lips. Peter chuckled, nodding.

“You still two scoops of grumpy in a bowl full of cranky now?”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head, causing Peter smile to brighten.

“Good. Cause I’ve waited for you to come back for too long. Come on, we have some catching up to do before the morning’s over and a full afternoon of Netflix to attend to.”

Peter stood proudly from her bed, reaching his hand out to her which she took with a roll of her eyes that were still slightly cracked red, deciding to drink the rest of the coffee in one go.

“That sounds like a good idea for a bad morning.”

Peter yanked Y/N onto her feet, making her gasp in surprise as she flew right into his chest. She glared up at him after recovering from whiplash, smacking him lightly on his bicep before walking out hand-in-hand to the lounge, completely ignoring the spilled breakfast in the hallway.

 Y/N threw a popcorn at Peter’s face, causing him to pry his eyes off the movie and send her a playful glare. She snorted lightly, their bodies cuddled together in a heap of pillows and blankets. In front of them; The Good Place playing on the flat-screen. The two shared a laugh before they returned their attention to the screen, their heads resting atop each other.

The two laid in each other’s arms. Nothing was enough to ruin their perfect morning.

Not even Tony’s angry screams of him slipping and falling on the floor hallway by syrup and bacon.

[buckyxinhanenbarnes-blog]

Peter Parker x Reader Oneshot HE’S SPIDERMAN!!!!

Summary: You found out Peter is Spiderman, and you want to know why he haven’t told you.

Warnings: A lot of arguing, fluff, and Spiderman Far From Home spoilers. Bad writing I think. 

A/n: Hey guys, uhm this is just a quick oneshot that I’ ve made. I hope you guys like it; and if you want more oneshot let me know, and who the oneshots should be with. And also give me your ideas if you have some:) Enjoy!

Why didn’t he tell you? Why did you have to find out, by watching the news. First he’s just Peter Parker, your best friend, and then he Peter Parker and SPIDERMAN!!!! 

You like Peter a lot, and always tells him to not get in to any danger, and he promised. But he obvious doesn’t keep that promise, now that he’s Spiderman. Right now your on your way to his house, cause you are so angry, and you need to talk with him. 

You walk up to the door, and knock. May opens and before she can say anything you ask, “is Peter home?!” “Yeah, I think he is in his room,” she says and steps aside to let you in. You give her smile, “thanks.” You walk into Peter’s room, and you see him in his suit closing his window. You slam the behind you, and Peter turns around. He takes his mask of and says, “it’s not what it looks like.” “It’s not what it looks like?! I think it is, i saw the news Peter!” you say with a bitter voice. “What is it I always say?” you ask. “That I’m gonna stay away from danger..” he says, and you interrupts him with “yeah and then you pull this out,” and points at him. “I’m sorry, I really am. Just listen to me, I’m doing this to protect everyone,” he says and takes a step forward, and you take a step back. “But Peter, what I’m really mad over now, is that you didn’t tell me,” you pause and looks directly into his eyes. He’s is just about to say something but then you say, “and is this why Ned always acts weird when you disappear? Does May know?” You point to the door, you can see he doesn’t want to do this, but right now you don’t care. “Yes May know, and Ned to. But I didn’t tell you because I don’t want to put you in danger,” he says. You look around in his room in confusion, “putting me in danger. How would you put me in danger by telling me that…… that your Spiderman?” you ask. “Because you always wanna help, even though if I say no,” he says. “Yeah of course, your my best friend. But you could still have told me, so I could have know what the reason for all the bruises you always have. Or when you just disappear,” you say and Peter stops you, by raising his voice and says, “Y/n! I didn’t tell you, because I love you!” You just looks at him, really confused. “I love you Y/n, and don’t want to put you in danger because I care about you,” he says. “But……you killed Misterio. A hero, so you are still putting me in danger, because your the villain,” you say in frustration. Peter takes a step forward again, “I’m not the villain, he is. You remember those monsters on our trip? That was illusions that he made. So he’s the bad guy, not me, and I didn’t kill him,” he says. “So……you didn’t kill Misterio?” you ask. “No, or sort of, but that was to protect everyone,” he says. You look him in the eye, and you can see he’s telling the truth. You don’t really know what to say, cause you’re frustrated by all the feelings you are having right now. So you just start to say, “But how long have you been Spiderman? All the times you disappeared, was that because you had to go on a mission, and when you…………” you get interrupt. By Peter holding your head, and his lips attached to yours. He stops, and says “sorry.” But you wraps your arms around his neck, and kiss him. Peter takes you over to his bed, and lies you down. You take your hands into his curly hair, and you can feel Peters warm body on top of yours. You just lay there kissing for a couple of minutes, when May knocks and opens the door. You and Peter jumped away from each other, and May stuck a head in. “Is everything okay in here?” she ask, and Peter say “yeah.” May smiles and says, “alright then, there is dinner in 15 minutes, and Y/n your welcome to join.” You just nod, and when she closed the door, you and Peter begins to laugh. You lay back down, and Peer presses the spider on his chest, so he can get some other clothes on. Then he crawls up besides you in the bed, and kisses your cheek. He lay his head on your chest, and you starts to brush his hair with your fingers. He takes a deep breath and whispers, “I love you.” “I love you to,” you say and smiles.

Hope you liked it remember to give me your ideas, and also thanks for reading my fic:)

[tonydadisbestdad]

Finding Yourself

NOT PeterxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 750

Request by Anon: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Stark!Reader where she really likes Peter and confesses to him but he doesn't like her back and/or goes to somebody else and she's really sad at first but then she starts to love herself more and spend more time with her family friends and just growing stronger overall? I'm sorry if that's a lot to follow

A/N: Sorry it’s short and also that it’s more narrated than interactions but I was feelin’ it. Enjoy! No picture this time.

Being a teenager was not all that it was cracked up to be. First there was pressure from school, you had to get top marks otherwise everyone would think that Tony Stark’s daughter was an idiot. Then there was having to be popular and being friends with people, you were never sure if people actually liked you or if they just pretended to. Next came the peer pressure, yeah you liked someone but you weren’t sure if they liked you back. So, you were alright with being single, until all your close friends started dating guys and you were the odd one out.

You wished every single night that Peter would ask you out. That you could actually be good enough for him to. But as the pressure from your friends became more and more, you found yourself hunting Peter down a few days into your Christmas break.

“Hey, Y/N,” He greeted, a lopsided smile on his face. He was working in the lab, your dad was away, it was the perfect time.

“Peter, can I ask you something?” You started, right off the bat. Your hands were shaky so you shoved them in your hoodie pocket.

He set his work aside. “Yeah of course, what’s up?”

You looked down at your feet, then up at him, then over to Dum-E who was just off to the side enough of Peter that you didn’t have to fully look at him. “I… I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date with me sometime?” The words quickly tumbled out of your mouth. You face grew hot and red as you watched his smile fade.

A blush of his own rose up on his face, but not one like yours, more so because he felt on the spot and didn’t really know how to answer you. He rubbed the back of his neck. “U-um I… Y/N I’m flattered, really but I’m… I’m already seeing someone. I’m sorry.”

Oh how you wanted to cry, but you would not let yourself in front of him. “Don’t be sorry,” You said quickly. “I shouldn’t have asked, of course you have a girlfriend, why wouldn’t you? I’m sorry Peter, I didn’t want to make things weird but I definitely have. I’ll see you around,” You left the lab so quickly.

Peter tried to stop you, he didn’t want you to be upset, nor sorry. But you were gone already, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, your sobs not far enough away for him to not hear them.

With your confirmation that Peter did not like you back, and now knowing that you weren’t good enough for him, you locked yourself away in your room. You wished that your friends hadn’t pressured you. You wanted to take this all back. You were fine not knowing, you were fine being single. Why did you let them push you? Then when you told them all they could do was bad mouth Peter. It only made you more angry with them.

However, that let you realize that you were better off not listening to them. You would get over Peter. The best way you thought you could do that was by hanging out with your family.

You had a Christmas movie marathon with Pepper. Your dad brought you along to shop for a gift for Pepper. You practiced with Happy, just to make sure you weren’t rusty with your hand to hand, just in case. All the Avengers came for Christmas dinner, you were actually fine with Peter by that point, so it wasn’t incredibly awkward.

You were having a great time.

You even took time for yourself, you did some shopping, got a nice haircut, even got a massage. Frankly, you were feeling better than ever.

So, when break ended and you walked into school with a new confidence, your friends thought it was because you’d finally found yourself a boyfriend. Except when you told them they all immediately started naming people you could go out with.

But you stopped them all, telling them you were content not having a boyfriend. You were independent, you were happy, you didn’t need to put your focus into someone that you didn’t even like. Or for that matter someone you did like and got turned down by that you were now over. It was a great feeling. You were glad Peter turned you down, just because it gave you the chance to find your own happiness.

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