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sorry to bother but i have a request, could you write a peter parker! x reader, with the reader being the protégé or adopted daughter of the strange doctor? I searched a lot but I didn't find

Must be magic.

Peter Parker x Strange!Reader

Requested: Yes by @celenajulie

A/N: hope you enjoy this! I tried my best- and there will be a part 2 out soon, where Y/N introduces Peter to her dad, stay safe out there! Xx

Y/N never knew her birth parents, she had only been a mere few hours old when she had been left outside of a New York orphanage.

The owners took her in, fed her and let her grow. She was a generally happy baby.

Until one day, a few months later, Y/N took a turn for the worst. She was no longer that happy girl with the gummy smile, she wasn’t herself.

She slept more, she cried more, she vomited more despite eating less and she didn’t interact with the social workers at the house like she used to. She just wasn’t herself.

Soon they found out why. Y/N had a brain tumour, the doctors called it pineoblastoma.

It was rare, it was aggressive and it was killing the young infant- causing her to waste away.

There were several options, the majority of which were expensive and risky. The staff at the orphanage were considering placing Y/N into the care of a hospice.

After all, time was limited and their options were coming to dead ends. What else could they do? They needed a miracle, a doctor something magical if Y/N was to survive and thrive again.

Christine Palmer loved her job, she loved the idea of caring and helping those who needed her support.

It didn’t matter what age, gender, sexuality or race someone was- she tried 110% to help them to the best of her ability.

Some said that she cared too much, Christine opted towards the fact that compassion was key in the medical industry. And anyone who lacked it, wasn’t cut out for this line of work.

Compassion was what lead Christine to Y/N.

God- she could still remember the first time she’d met the tiny girl.

It had been in the early hours of the morning, the rain had been hammering down for hours and all had been relatively quiet in ER.

Christine remembered going to the vending machine in the waiting room on her break, in hopes to get a snack.

What she hadn’t expected was to become involved in a small dispute. There had been a small altercation that she had decided to step in between.

It seemed to of been between one of the ladies at the front desk and a tall, slender woman- who Christine had at first assumed to be a wife or parent of a patient.

It wasn’t until the young woman inquired why the argument had begun that she finally understood and jumped into action.

“It’s one of the children that I care for, Y/N- last month we were here and she was diagnosed with a brain tumour, we’ve been getting treatment but she’s taken a turn for the worse.”

It was almost immediately that Nurse Palmer jumped into action and called for support on her pager.

It took mere seconds for a doctor to come forward with the required equipment and a portable bassinet to wheel the baby away in.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of Christine's head, she needed to call him. Just to be sure, to get support and a second opinion.

Without a second thought, she picked her phone from her scrub pocket and pressed the dial button, it rang for a second before a voice chimed through the other side.

“Christine it’s two in the morning.”

“You owe me that favour- come to the hospital now, I need support on a patient’s case.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Okay.” She paused, licking her lips. “And Stephen- thank you.”

It had been an ongoing gag between Stephen and Christine that he owed her a favour.

Ever since the incident in med school, Stephen vowed to give his friend one favour- whenever she needed it, whatever it was- he would be there.

That was why he was getting dressed into his scrubs at 2:30 in the morning (when his next shift didn’t start for another day) in order to help Christine with whatever it was she needed.

When Stephen arrived at the hospital he rushed to where Christine said to meet, Paediatric intensive care unit.

He strolled in, finding Christine sat on a chair next to a tiny infant, no less than a few months old, who was covered in fresh wires.

“She has pineoblastoma.” She explained softly, “You’re the only one I know who can operate and get positive results on this sort of thing.”

Stephen nodded, formulating a plan in his head as he read the baby’s case file.

The poor child had been through a lot in her first few months of life it seemed.

And the doctor didn’t know it yet - but he would soon become her proper family, and give her the life she deserved.

It was weird being the daughter of a master of the mystic realm. Like really weird. Nothing was ever ‘normal’ in her life.

Travelling to the grocery store? Her dad would simply use his sling ring.

Wouldn’t get out of bed? The cloak of levitation would drag her out if her dad willed it.

Wanted a slice of pizza? Sure- Wong would just conjure one up.

She lived in the New York Sanctum Sanctorum for crying out loud that didn’t exactly scream normal!

The only thing that may have been normal was her school life, Midtown school of science was perfect for Y/N.

She took after her father on that, she was smart and bright and loved to learn.

In fact, there had been many occasions growing up that she had been caught under the covers, flashlight in hand, reading her dad's old medical school textbooks.

But just because she was bright, didn’t mean that she made friends easily. Being smart often meant she was teased by her peers- it didn’t help that her last name was Strange either.

She had some friends on the debate team (MJ being one of them) and she talked to Peter and Ned too sometimes.

But half the time Y/N avoided it, after all, she’d rather not listen to her long term crush go on and on about how he loved the most popular girl in school.

It was painful- that stuff hurt. And every time she thought she’d taken a step forwards toward him he’d take three more back.

“Miss Strange?”

Y/N focused back in on the whiteboard, in front of which stood the extremely unimpressed bio teacher.

“Pardon?”

“The answer Miss Strange?” The teacher turned around, marker poised ready to write down her answer on the board for the class to see.

Thankfully MJ was up to date and mouthed the question number across the room. Looking down at the sheet in front of her she found the relevant question.

‘Name an example of a gene pool.’

“A population with a known proportion of A, B and O blood groups would be an example of a relevant gene pool.”

The teacher looked unimpressed at the fact that Y/N had been ‘listening’, “That is correct.” He cleared his throat, “Now before this lesson ends, I will be handing out these assignment sheets that are to be used for your upcoming projects- yes, you will be doing them with your lab partner. No-you cannot switch.”

Fuck that meant Peter was going to be Y/N’s partner. Double fuck. That meant spending time alone with him.

While Y/N pondered in her doom, the lunch bell rang and everyone moved around her as they packed up and left the classroom.

“Hey erm Y/N?”

The teenager’s head snapped up, only to come face to face with Peter.

“Peter!” She yelped, “Hi.”

The boy laughed breathily, “Hi, listen since we’re buddy’s on this project i was wondering when you were next free- Y’know to do the project?”

Y/N tucked some stray hairs behind her ears, “Oh I’m free whenever,” she ripped the corner of one of her pages off and scribbled down her number, “This is my number in case you need to call me.”

“Cool,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I should get going- it was nice talking.”

“Yeah of course,” she nodded happily, “I’ll see you later.”

Mere minutes later there was a beep coming from Y/N’s pocket, she fished around in her pocket in an attempt to find her phone.

‘Hey this is peter, are you free to make a start on the project afterschool?’

She typed a quick response back, ‘Sure, where were you thinking?’

‘The library is probably most convenient right?’

‘Okay cool, I’ll see you later.’

By the end of the day, Y/N found herself practically bouncing at the idea of spending time with Peter alone.

She’d managed to snag a table and the required textbooks that they’d need. But minutes turned into hours and there was no sight of the boy that Y/N was falling for.

He’d stood her up.

Or at least that’s what Y/N had initially thought. but as the clock struck half-past five, she was aware that it was time she made her way home.

Despite his no show, the bright girl was almost entirely finished with the first half of the project.

She was in the process of exiting the library’s doors when she heard the familiar laugh paired with a high pitched giggle.

“Seriously though- Thanks for helping me with Chem.” The female voice countered, “I’d be lost without you.”

Y/N was flat backed to the cool, red bricks that made up the library building. Listening in to what was being said.

“No problem Liz,” Peter laughed nervously, Y/N could almost imagine the awkward neck rub that he did whenever he laughed like that, “I really enjoyed it- I-I’m glad I could help.”

So it was Liz that Peter stood her up with. Ouch- that stung.

The sorcerer's daughter felt tears drip down her cheeks, she sniffled quietly and kicked off the wall brushing past Peter and Liz briskly.

But all she could hear was Peter’s voice calling behind her. Shouting desperately for her to stop and let him explain.

But she did what she knew best, she went home to her family.

The next few days fell victim to the onslaught of messages that Peter sent to Y/N via text.

Even the sounds of her phone buzzing were beginning to set Y/N on edge. Especially since she knew that the notification coming through would be from Peter, begging to let him ‘explain.’

But once more in true Strange fashion, Y/N worked and worked and worked. Until the bio project was finished- almost four weeks in advance.

The way she saw it was that If the work had been completed, then there was no real to hang out with Peter ever again.

He, however, didn’t seem to have the same idea. As 3 weeks later on Monday, Peter had resorted to cornering the girl in the school's supply closet.

He didn’t want to do it, but Y/N gave him no choice. Peter had to explain himself.

“Peter- what the hell?” Y/N yelped, she was beyond pissed at this point.

“You haven’t been returning my texts and calls,” he shrugged, “I need to explain myself.”

“Like hell you do.” She spat, “Look it doesn’t matter, I’ve finished the damn project- we don’t need to see each other again.”

Peter looked shocked and there was hurt in his eyes, “Y/N...”

“What do you want me to say, Peter? That I’m not hurt?” She pursed her lips to stop the tears from leaking, “You left me for hours in the library all while you were having fun with Liz- how is that fair?”

“Please don’t cry,” He whispered, pulling her into his body in an embrace, “I can’t stand it when you cry.”

“You left me alone Peter!” She fought against his embrace, “Like everyone in my life!”

Peter held Y/N against him, rubbing her back and shushing her. Trying anything to bring her calm.

“I got nervous.”

Y/N lifted her head, “What?”

“I got nervous- I’ve- I’ve liked you for forever y’know. I was outside the library for 10 minutes willing myself to go in.” He laughed softly, “But every time I saw you sat there- I just froze.”

The young girl looked up in shock, “But-But Liz?”

“I was about to get reprimanded for loitering, she got me out of the situation. I was going to call you but my phone died.”

Y/N didn’t realise how close together they were until their foreheads touched and their noses bumped.

It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. It was ironic really because when they finally met in a kiss it felt like all time had stopped.

She could feel every touch on her cheeks, his hair and how it ran through her fingers, how minty he smelt. Everything stood still and for a few moments, you had everything you’d ever wanted in the palm of your hand.

What Y/N had failed to notice was the glowing golden portal that had appeared in the supply closet- even worse the thoroughly unimpressed man standing through it.

“Y/N Strange you are so dead!”

“Shit!”

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harrys-sunflower-bakery · 4 years

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cunaeparker · 4 years

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12:34 | P. Parker

A/N: this is an OC named pepper and she is tony’s daughter. ngl i kind of forgot ab pepper potts writing this so i fucked it up lmao but they are both. the. same. age. pepper stark is not a middle-aged woman ahaha

anyways lego

When the alarms started to blare inside of the Avengers Compound, Pepper Stark's heart began to pound erratically inside her chest in a mix of extreme excitement and fright.

Her father hardly allowed her to go on missions with the rest of the team, and since she had trained particularly hard for the past couple of weeks, her hopes were high that he would let her go; and she assumed he would, though a small lingering bit of doubt stayed in her mind.

It reminded her of Tony.

He has always been protective of his family. Ever since terrorists captured his fiancée Pepper (who ironically had the same name as his kid, though she was born from another mother), it tore him apart to see chemicals hurt and cling to the one thing he held dear. He's always been scared of the possibility that some monster of a villain would capture his only source of happiness and take it away.

It nearly happened with his wife, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen with his daughter.

He knew his answer, and inevitably, Pepper refrained from asking because she was pretty sure she knew the answer too.

The alarms continued to screech as Tony Stark walked briskly down the hallway towards the Compound hangar. He tried his best to remain calm as yet another threat loomed over the city, attempting to refrain from running and making it even more real, putting his stress on a higher level - until he saw some peculiar looking mix of red and blue stalk behind a corner.

It was moving hastily and in the same direction as Tony.

He immediately knew who it was and if this damn kid didn't stop being so goddamn obvious he didn't know what he was going to do. Tony halted his speed-walking with a small groan.

"Peter!" He yelled as he cupped his hands over his mouth, eyes narrowing. Agitation coursed through his veins and it took nearly all of his willpower not to say something rude or off-putting to the poorly disguised teen. "Get over here!"

The coloured spandex hiding not-so-subtly behind a large piece of machinery sucked in a loud, sharp breath.

"Uhm - nothing to see here, Mr. Stark!" the voice quivered in response, sounding extremely high-pitched, as if just caught in the middle of an unspeakable crime. "Just... uh..."

Peter Parker slinked out of his hiding spot and into Tony's line of vision, taking off his mask and playing with it in his hands, brown curls a mess, smiling nervously and bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.

"I'm - I'm uh, I was just planning on going to the jet to help you guys out."

Peter threw his hands in the air as if the remark was a grand gesture, still smiling nervously - but Tony's stern glare shut that act right down.

"Kid," Tony sighed, rubbing at his temple, "Do you not hear these alarms going? This is urgent stuff, use your... your brain, or something."

Peter's heart began to pound.

"I - I do hear them Mr. Stark," Peter assured quickly, brown eyes widening, "That's why I wanted to help—"

"Well, you're not," Tony interrupted, walking towards him and gripping him firmly on the shoulder. "The team has to go. Like, right now."

He stood in front of the boy with a raised eyebrow and an authoritative look, waiting patiently for his statement of defeat.

Anyone related to Tony, or anyone close to him, knew his assertiveness was not to be taken under advisement - it was to be taken seriously; in the moment; right now. And if you didn't comply or agree, there would be hell to pay after.

Everyone knew this. Both Stark girls knew this.

Peter knew this.

Which is why he ended up sighing and hanging his head, biting his lip as he shifted on the soles of his feet, regretting his attempts because they ended up being so terribly short lived.

"Okay, okay. You guys go," he mumbled dejectedly. "I'll stay here."

He paused a moment before adding: "Alone."

"C'mon kid, don't be so dramatic," Tony said with the ghost of a smile, finding Peter's behaviour awfully amusing. He began to pick up the brisk walking pace that he started off with. "Anyways," he said loudly as he rounded a corner, "You won't be alone because Pepper is staying too."

There was the hint of a smirk on his face before he disappeared from sight - leaving Peter stock-still on the third floor and looking like a mix of confused and stricken all at the same time.

He just shook his head, as taking note of the ear-splitting alarms that shrieked in his ears as he walked back to his room, he figured it was some small joke on Tony's side.

But maybe, he thought as he bit his lip, clenching his hands together in nervousness as he opened the door to his room, He knows.

A few hours passed and the Avengers were yet to come back.

Neither of the teenagers residing in the Compound were particularly worried though, because they were definitely used to it.

Pepper was hitting bags into next week in the training centre, her favourite past-time; punching and kicking and slamming into the sand-filled sacks with all of her might.

Peter was cooped up in his bedroom doing chemistry homework as Bon Iver played softly through his speakers, accompanied by the soft sound of jagged graphite writing against rough lined paper.

There was quite a difference between the two, in terms of personality.

Pepper Stark was a girl who narrowly avoided arrogance - if not perfection.

She was extremely intelligent, an avid seventies and nineties music listener, a gifted fighter, and just about as charming and charismatic and witty as it gets; exactly like her father. Her assertiveness and quick wits made her desirable by nearly everyone if her good looks hadn't locked them in yet.

Her high cheekbones and narrow jawline, stunning hazel eyes and small splatter of freckles, defined nose and full lips, fit physique and dark brown hair... it was bewitching.

She looked like her father when he was younger though it was more in a frightening resemblance.

As for Peter, wild eyebrow and naturally curly hair and all, he preferred to study instead of train. Because hell - he got enough of a core workout by swinging around the city every day - he didn't want to work out when he didn't have to, because frankly, he didn't exactly like it.

His six-pack is the only thing he's gotten for free in his life, and he definitely accepts that lucky counterpart to his spiderbite.

Around others Peter is seen as awkward and twitchy, but around Pepper, he's seen as sarcastic and witty and funny. He feels a sense of security around her and he loves the prescence she brings. She doesn't care when he stutters or says something accidentally offensive, she's just there for him to talk to and be. She's his rock.

Nevertheless, Peter guesses opposites really do attract, because the pair cancel each other out in more ways than one.

He was wrapped up in his thoughts instead of doing his chemistry homework, just writing down blank words in ignorant bliss, and Pepper was just finishing up her rigorous training session.

Her limbs were tired and her hands quivered as she grabbed a white towel off of a nearby stand. With a shaky breath and adrenaline spiking through her small body (causing her to shake a little), she wiped the sweat and stray hairs away from her flushed freckled face.

She let out a relieved sigh as she finished up, taking a quick sip from her water bottle and tossing her damp towel into a basket before leaving the training room.

Her tight-fitting shorts she kept from her junior year of volleyball seemed tighter than ever around her legs, and because of the fair amount of sweat she shed, all her workout clothes felt tight and the only thing on her mind was the need for a shower.

Feeling slightly gross but also relaxed and light, she was in the mood for a small nap, until her thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of somebody humming.

It echoed through the hallway, and she stopped and listened for a moment. Her well-shaped brows furrowed in confusion, until she realized it was coming from the room on the far left of the fourth floor - Peter's guestroom for when he stayed at the Compound - and she couldn't help it when her upper lip twitched into a half-smile.

Pepper smirked before jogging up towards the door, deciding she would pay her friend a little visit. She knocked on the door.

"Hey, can I come in?" She asked, pushing the door open a bit and poking her head through.

Pepper could see Peter's head whirl around at the sound of her voice, and he looked like he was about to run at her, not knowing the intruder - senses on full alert.

He accidentally flung his homework onto the floor in his certain-there's-an-intruder-like stupor, but his eyes softened and his face erupted into a sheepish grin as soon as he saw Pepper's snickering form in the doorway.

"You scared me, Pep," Peter mumbled, lip twitching into an embarrassed smile as a pink tint crawled up his cheeks, causing her to laugh.

He chuckled feebly, his words sounding as if his heart had just recovered pounding at an inhuman rate. They were breathy.

Peter beckoned her in with a little nod of his head as he awkwardly picked up his notebook. He put it beside him as he laid down on his side.

"Well, that was eventful."

Pepper hummed, green eyes gleaming, covering her grinning mouth with the back of her hand as she tried not snort any louder than it allowed.

"Who knew you were so jumpy, Parker?" She teased lowly, raising an eyebrow and leaning up against the doorframe, "You're full of surprises, huh."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed, reaching for his mechanical pencil that rolled under the bed.

"I think you'd know all my 'surprises' by now," he snorted, voice strained as he reached his arm further under the bed, arm stretching for his pencil. "You're so -" he grabbed onto it with a grunt and sat up on his bed, smiling goofily. "-Damn clingy."

"You know it." She returned the smile with one of her own, one that made Peter weak at the knees and make him feel as if his arms were numb. He didn't realize he was staring at her hair that was stringy with sweat and her slim figure until she coughed.

She raised an eyebrow and felt her lips involuntarily twitch into a half-smirk. "You good?"

"What? Wh- yes."

Peter recovered easily thanks to the many habits he caught on from Pepper. If this was him talking two years ago, god... painful.

"Anyways, what's up?" He asked curiously.

"Eh, nothing really," Pepper said casually as she shrugged her slim shoulders, turning their playful banter into actual conversation. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. "I just wanted to say hi."

Peter's lips quirked into a small smile before he pulled himself up the bed and rested his head against the headboard.

"Oh, okay," he said. "Nice."

He grimaced a little at his awkwardness, though secretly, his heart did a backflip with relief because he knew that Pepper didn't care nor notice.

"Yeah," Pepper smiled, swaying back and forth absentmindedly. "I mean, I just finished up with training and figured I'd catch up. Y'know."

"Yeah, definitely," Peter said with a vigorous nod of his head. "S'good to hear what's going on in that crazy Stark head of yours."

The ghost of a smirk painted Peter's lips as he propped up his hands behind his head.

Pepper smiled and sauntered over to his bed, sitting down on the side and bouncing up and down slightly at the springs. She brought her legs up underneath her and curled up into a little ball, leaning her head onto Peter's shoulder.

"There's really nothing new," she explained, "It's just annoying that... God I sound thirteen," she added with a small smirk, "My dad won't let me do anything fun the team and it feels... weird. You know?"

Peter nodded.

"I feel you, Pep. He's that way with me too."

"Yeah?" Pepper asked inquisitively, genuinely curious about her dad's behaviour towards her friend. She quirked her head to the side. "Is he protective... with you?"

Peter shrugged, taking his hands out from behind his head and adjusting his position to sit up beside Pepper. He gave her a small closed-mouth smile.

"Er - kind of," he said, glancing down at his thumbs as he picked at the skin around his nails. "It's a little..." he paused as he pondered the thought. "Overbearing," he said finally. "Sometimes."

"Yeah," Pepper agreed, giving Peter an understanding side glance as she sighed, moving a little and resting her head more comfortably, feeling as if she was sinking into a nice warm bath, drowning in his naturally blazing skin, falling deeper into Peter and his warmth.

She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and intertwined their hands, letting out a content sigh. She rubbed her thumbs gently over his bruised and healing knuckles.

"Overbearing is like, the perfect word for it," she said quietly.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean anything bad, Pep," Peter said softly, smiling down at their hands on his lap. "He just... he just doesn't want to see you get hurt, s'all."

"I know, Peter."

Pepper furrowed her eyebrows and absentmindedly swung their hands back and forth, biting her lip.

"I... I feel like I have no capability around him."

Peter frowned.

"What do you mean?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at her. "You're probably the most capable person I have ever met."

He said it so definitively, as if it was the only thing that rang true in the world, and Pepper couldn't help the small blush that rose up on her freckled cheeks.

"Thanks," she smiled, laughing a little awkwardly as she felt the rising colour on her face. She brushed a stray piece of dark blonde hair behind her ear and gave Peter a smile. "It means a lot, Pete."

She looked at him appreciatively, and Peter could see the golden flakes in her hazel eyes glow when the orange sun shone through the window and skylight just right. It illuminated all of her defined features and made her look older, yet wiser, and more.... experienced.

He gave her a small smile and turned his head to press a small kiss to the side of her temple.

"No problem, Salt," Peter chuckled, leaning his head against hers. "Only the best flattery for my favourite person."

"Oh shut up," Pepper laughed, "Everyone knows you like MJ the best. And not gonna lie," she leaned closer towards him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. "We all have a bet on who's gonna ask who out first."

Peter's heart began to pound in his chest and the sound of Pepper's laughter seemed to fade away in a hazy fog.

Embarrassment and guilt suddenly flooded his veins because really, really, he didn't like MJ like that. He might've been hanging out with her a bit more than usual to divert his attention away from the beautiful girl sitting right in front of him.

He felt bad, but MJ knew what Peter was doing. She even got him to admit it. But no one else knew that MJ was a scapegoat for Peter's lingering emotions, except for her, of course.

Peter laughed, though Pepper noticed a bright red blush creep up onto his cheeks.

"You guys do not," he said, mouth gaping and eyes widening at the incredulity, though at the same time he scoffed, corners of his lips twitching up into an amused smile. "I can't believe you."

"I mean, I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet...?" She trailed off, looking at the blushing boy curiously, before noticing the certain way his eyes crinkled and how his face turned that specific shade of pink. His eyes looked glassy and distant, and underneath that mask of a smile, Pepper could see all of the characteristics that made up Peter - the ones that indicated his truthfulness - and though she throughly believed her best friend was telling the truth, he was just a very gifted liar.

She gasped.

"Awe, look who's getting all bashful!" Pepper remarked, giggling at Peter's pink face as amused snorts left her lips. "You like MJ, I called it!"

"Do not!"

"Uh, yes you do, Spidey."

"I don't, Pepper. I really don't—"

"Be quiet and just admit it," she giggled, pressing her hands to Peter's cheeks and squeezing them. "We all know you like Michelle—"

"Okay, Pep. I like Michelle."

Peter rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, attempting to make his false statement more believable. But the smile still stayed on his face at Pepper's insistence, and at how happy she looked while urging.

"See? It wasn't that hard," she said calmly, smiling, "I know you, Pete. Not that big of a deal."

Clearly you really don't—

"I know, I know."

A small pressure in his chest seemed present as soon as the words left his mouth.

He offered Pepper a small closed-mouth smile, hoping it didn't look to forced, as the realization of the lie suddenly dawned on him.

He did lie, after all - and now his feelings for the Stark girl might now go completely undisclosed - how could he be so stupid? He really was a smart kid in the science and math department, but social skills and confessions? Definitely needed some work.

"You okay?" Peter suddenly heard, tearing him away from his thoughts. "You looked like you zoned out there for a minute."

He shot up quickly and shook his head, looking at Pepper with wide eyes, knowing that his eyes probably looked vacant or glossy.

"N-no, I'm fine," he said quickly, "I'm just... just thinking."

Pepper's green eyes glittered. "About MJ?"

Peter gaped at her for a moment before sighing and resting his head in his hands, turning his head to face her as he let out a bleary laugh.

"You're never gonna let me live that one down, aren't you Pep."

"Nope," she said, popping the "p." She pat his arm in fair-game as a small smirk twisted her lips. "I know you've liked her for awhile now."

"S-shut up-"

She suddenly furrowed her eyebrows, and at the look that came over her face, it immediately stopped Peter from his pitiful stuttering. It was a look Peter knew all too well by now. Her intense gaze and far away eyes, thinking with all of her brain power as the cogs behind her brain twisted and turned, nearly giving out, smoking and fuming - Peter knew that face. Pepper's (embarrassingly) signature analyzing and thinking face.

Peter unconsciously mirrored the Stark girl's body language by furrowing his eyebrows too, and he opened his mouth to say something before Pepper's sweet and toned and plausibly nutty voice (if that even made sense) tore through his statement with a smooth cut.

"But... but now I'm not so sure."

She still didn't look at him, and her gaze was a confused and glassy gaze. She was still thinking.... though with a small bleary chuckle her eyes were torn from her reverie. They came back to where she was, beside Peter, still leaning against his shoulder. She glanced at him and sighed, raising an unceremonious brow, rubbing her green eyes as she let out another tired chuckle.

"You don't like MJ, don't you, Pete."

Peter's heart stuttered in his chest. He was sure he felt it stop, at least for a second. His mouth fell open in surreal-ness of it all, smooth brown eyes formed into the very definition of confusion... though he still nodded slowly for the softly gazing girl to go on.

"Well, for one, Pete," she began slowly, sucking in a breath. "You... you never stutter. At least not around me."

Pepper didn't want Peter to see her as sad or upset about their current situation, she just couldn't help the random emotion-vomit that poured like a thrashing river from her pores. She guessed that she didn't want to startle Peter with her oddly accurate guesses of one of the most closely-guarded things in his life.

Peter's mouth gaped open again, in awe and in adoration at the brilliant girl sitting beside him. He considered asking her if she ever wanted to pursue a career in psychology but found it unnecessary.

"Damn..." he trailed off, corner of his mouth twitching into an awe-filled smile. "Your people skills are impeccable, Pep." Peter said it quietly, almost embarrassingly, rubbing his face as a blush crawled up his freckled cheeks. "You notice... everything."

"The family trait," Pepper sighed, planting her elbow onto the top of her thigh and holding her head in her palm. "I thought you would know that by now."

She turned her head to face Peter, and instead of the melancholy facial expression he expected due to the lack of energy in her voice, he was instead met by a beaming girl who looked like she was just given a million dollars.

"So that means... you've actually been productive instead of pining over the same girl for three months!" Pepper squealed, suddenly jumping up onto the bed and wrapping her arms around Peter's waist.

He recoiled a little at the sudden touch, in surprise, but not even a second later, his lips erupted into a large grin. Laughs spilled out of his mouth like a smoothly flowing river that had the perfect amount of wave; like a sink with the perfectly flowing amount of water pressure.

"What's up with you?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in the air and patting Pepper's wild hair down as she hugged him tighter, continuing on her happy mumbling and profusely smiling cheeks. "You're being weird."

Pepper just laughed, pulling away from him though keeping her arms still wrapped around his middle, not even paying attention or realizing how close their faces were. Their noses were barely brushing. She didn't mean to, but she moved closer and accidentally nudged Peter's nose with her own - sending a beeline of goosebumps down her freckled arms at the small touch.

She knew it was minuscule, and she might've even scolded herself in her head for getting a reaction as large as that over something so small... but in that moment, she had the opportunity to look at Peter for a fleeting second. She did not realize how his erratic breaths had slowed down, too, and how his heart was pounding loudly in his chest.

The close proximity did things.

And in that fleeting gaze she managed to grasp, she never knew just how much she loved him (in the most platonic-way possible, so to speak... though she knew something... lingered).

Sweet brown eyes and lopsided smile, messy brown curls and toned biceps, endearing hugs and snorts and quick witty comebacks, defined nose and jawline and all - he was her Peter, her best friend.

Pepper's.

And in that moment, teeth biting lips and nerves flooding through her veins, she felt an uncanny sense of happiness she was sure she would never feel again. It was more powerful than the hardest drug, cancelling out the high of marijuana or acid or even the most dangerous, like ketamine - how she had experienced these aforementioned poisons is a tale she'll never tell - but she was convinced, absolutely and wholeheartedly and no-doubtedly convinced, that this feeling she was administering in her small, strong body was only the beginning of a spark.

One she would happily ignite.

And in that devouring flame she could see herself sharing soft and loving gazes with a pair of brown eyes. Green eyes. A sense of love that could never be altered. Toned muscles tensing with every fleeting touch, eyes crinkling and mouths gaping, hair messy and torn-about with only the most gentle of touches... sleepy presses of lips to hot skin and lustful quivers of swollen lips against creamy necks.

Pepper smiled and swore she could see tears swimming in her vision. The crinkles that met her eyes, only appearing in the happiest of times, managed to squeeze over her waterline with the next laugh she let out.

"W-what?" Peter spluttered from in front of her, mouth gaping open in confusion though his smile still stayed on, extending his arms to hold onto her sides to keep her steady. "What just happened?"

Pepper's lips only quivered, eyes swimming in salty tears, though she refused to let them fall. Her jaw was trembling and she should've felt at least a small twinge of embarrassment; but she didn't. She didn't.

"Nothing happened," she whispered with a breathy chuckle, reaching her trembling hands around Peter's back, pulling him close, leaning forward and putting her forehead on his. "Just had an epiphany, s'all."

"Alright, I'm not going to question... that," he said, only the mere echo of a chuckle, before realizing the seriousness of the situation at hand; and then quietly, words barely meeting his lips due to the close proximity, he knew if he spoke too loud, he would drown out the moment - hell, even the background music was perfect - and he didn't want that. His many slip-ups have resulted in many things going to shit, but he wasn't going to fuck up this one. No way.

"What is this 'epiphany?'" Peter asked softly, closing his eyes and leaning against the small girl in front of him. "If you mind me asking, at least —"

"You."

"What—?"

"You," Pepper responded quietly, simply, willingly; biting her lip so harshly she wasn't surprised when her tongue was met with the taste of blood. She sucked in a shaky breath. "You."

Though Pepper's green eyes were closed and her breathing was short, she could tell that Peter furrowed his eyebrows, because he just had to... in typical fashion.

"What do you mean?"

Pepper's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of Peter looking like absolute serenity, nervousness, and unease rolled into one gigantic headspace of unsure. She couldn't help the chuckle that left her lips.

She gently placed her fingertips on Peter's eyelids, drawing them open. In the moonlight seeping through the window, the golden-orange glow of the sunset now retired into another dark night, Peter's brown eyes looked even more ethereal. Planets offering beautiful things... shades of silver and dirt. A comforting mud after a rainstorm.

Pepper smiled.

Her soft green eyes, dull and filled with flecks of hazel and brown, a new forest - a near oxymoron compared to Peter's rugged warm ones - met with a burst of colour in each their own names.

Pepper brought up a hand to hold the side of Peter's jaw.

The moment was sleepy. A warm lavender bath filled with splashes of vanilla, notes of redwood. Sinking deeper... deeper... deeper into the milky cleanse, hazy yet sweet, dreary and exhausting yet loved.

"I don't know what I mean," Pepper whispered, gaze softening as Peter sunk his head into the palm of her hand, looking at her as if she was the only thing in the world, eyes focused on her and only her. He grabbed the hand holding his head and placed a small kiss to the pad of her thumb, wordlessly urging her to continue.

"I... Peter," she said quietly, a near whine, feeling her stomach house a million butterflies when he leaned away from her hand, now having his own cup her cheek. "I need... don't..."

"Please, for once, be quiet Pep," Peter whispered, leaning closer, biting his lip, scoping out for her reaction or her institence to say no. Her face was calm with an undertone of nerves, but Peter knew, if she didn't like what he was doing, she wouldn't put a stop to it a while ago; a very abrupt stop.

He moved closer and Pepper could feel his lips ghosting over her own, his breath, how it smelled like mint and chocolate, courtesy of his favourite gum... she wondered guiltily what it would feel like to taste it. He smelled like his shampoo, the one that Pepper would use when he wasn't around at the Compound, because she missed him and the sweet smell of cedar wood and pine and peppermint made her think of him... home.

She sucked in a shaky breath and gripped tightly onto his shirt, a loose-fitting Queen tee that held an ungodly amount of muscle underneath. She looked unsure and Peter could tell, but she still managed to look like his Pepper.

The moon illuminated her and as Peter moved closer, he felt her breath against his lips, her eyelashes; the warmth permeating from her cheeks. Everything.

And with a swift close to the remaining feelings, that were previously left out in the open, unreciprocated, were now filled, and not just by the lust building up between two teenagers, young adults, but by the bodies quivering and shaking and trembling and panting, tongues meeting and tasting in the most primal form of love, declaration.

It was happening and it was accepted.

And as their hearts pounded like racehorses, a day off to the races, pleasured moans and arched backs and fullness, a new feeling settled over them.

The feeling of them singing to their own song, administered by the smoothest and softest of touches, horses whinnying away as they fell into brilliant natural routine.

It was no one else's, but theirs.

Beautifully and blissfully theirs.

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mari-rosa-skiess · 4 years

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Stark’s Daughter

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

It’s been a few months since you and Peter started dating. You guys met when he got the internship. Your dad introduced you to him and you immediately developed a crush on him. You guys became good friends then soon started dating.

However, your dad, Tony, is way too overprotective. If he were to know you and Peter were dating, he’d probably take his suit and take away the internship. Your dad made it very clear that you were not to date anyone, especially Peter.

This means you have to keep your relationship a secret from your dad. Did you feel good about having to lie to your own father? No, you didn’t.

However, you gotta do what you gotta do.

You were sitting in your room on a Friday night, just studying for a test coming up. You heard a knock on your door. You turned your head.

“Come in,” you quietly stated.

The door opened to reveal your dad.

“I’m off to bed, don’t be up too late,” your father spoke.

“Alright, love you, dad,”

“Love you too kiddo,”

He closed the door and walked to his room.

You placed your books off to the side and reached over and grabbed your phone. You opened snapchat and messaged Peter.

---

you: aye u up?

peter: ya buddy

you: please never say that again.

peter: lol sorry

peter: what’s up?

you: my dad just went to bed, wanna come over?

peter: (y/n)...

you: peter...

peter: you know your dad will kill me if he finds out we’re dating

peter: i can’t chance him catching us

you: pete...please?

peter: fine, ill be over in 5, love you

you: love you too

---

You cleaned up your books, binders, and papers. You changed out of jeans and a t-shirt to a hoodie and joggers. After a few minutes, you heard a tap at your window.

You shuffled over and parted the curtains. Peter waved to you with a smile and you rolled your eyes with a smile and opened the window.

“I swear to god (y/n), if we get caught I’m dead and so are you,” he sighed.

“Calm down, he’s not gonna barge into my room in the middle of the night,” you giggled.

You gently kissed Peter on the lips and smiled.

“Netflix?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,”

You two cuddled under the covers and watched Netflix. You two being complete dumbasses fell asleep watching Netflix.

---

You woke up the sunlight shining through your curtains the next morning. You looked over and saw Peter still sleep with his arms wrapped around you.

“Peter, wake up,” you whispered.

Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he looked confused.

“You didn’t go home last night, you gotta leave before my dad comes in,” I panicked.

Peter hopped up and started heading towards the window. You both heard footsteps coming towards your door. You whipped your head around and watched the doorknob start to turn.

“OUT, NOW!” you whisper screamed.

Peter jumped out of the window and swung away using his webs.

You awkwardly stood by the window when your dad opened the door.

“Oh, uh, good morning?” he asked.

“Goodmorning,” you replied with a forced smile.

“Come get breakfast in five minutes,” he said before closing the door.

You nodded then sighed in relief once he closed the door. You walked over to your bathroom, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and brushed your hair. You headed to the kitchen and ate your breakfast.

“Okay, I’m going to go get dressed and go hang out with some friends,” you told your dad.

“Alright, be careful, no boys,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,”

You walked back to your room and put on a hoodie and high waisted jeans. You then walked outside and got in your car and took out your phone before you started driving.

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you: pete

you: peter

you: spidey

you: peter pumpkin eater

peter: peter pumpkin eater?

you: ha it got ur attention

peter: why’re you texting me this early

you: can i come over :)

peter: ugh yeah

you: ok see u in a few <3

---

You started your car then started driving over to Peter’s. You hoped and prayed that your dad wasn’t following you or some shit.

Ten minutes later you arrived at Peter’s house. You got out of your car then knocked on his door.

“Hey, hun, here for Peter?” May asked when she answered the door.

You nodded.

“Okay, come in,” she said, stepping aside.

“Thanks, May,”

You went to Peter’s room and knocked on his door.

He opened the door and smiled. He pulled you into a hug then you stepped into his bedroom.

You guys talked about random shit for about an hour and a half. You both heard a knock at the front door. You then heard muffled speaking. It sounded an awful lot like Tony.

“Shit,” your eyes widened.

You looked at Peter and he looked like he was ready to piss himself.

You heard a knock at his door and you two looked at each other.

“Kid, can I come in?” you heard your father ask.

“Y-yeah, just one minute,” he stammered.

You ran to his closet and hid in there. Peter opened the door and Tony walked in.

“I just want to have a little chat with you,” Tony said without any anger.

He and Peter sat down on his bed and Tony began to talk about what he had to do as Spider-man. Peter was just hoping that he wasn’t about to stab him for dating his daughter.

“Anyway, where’s your suit anyway? I want to make some improvements to it,” Tony stated.

“My closet,” Peter responded.

Peter realized that you’re in the closet and he mentally facepalmed. It was too late, Tony was already opening the closet.

“WAIT-” Peter shouted out but Tony already opened the closet.

He saw you, his daughter standing there with a frightened look.

“(Y/n)?” he asked.

You felt like you were about to shit out your organs.

“Why’re you in Parker’s closet?” he asked.

“I-I was just-” you stammered, trying to think of something.

Peter facepalmed.

“(Y/n) Stark, go sit your ass on that bed over there,” he said, clenching his fists.

“You too, Parker,”

You and Peter both sat down on his bed, looking down.

“I made it very fucking clear that I didn’t want you having a boyfriend,” your dad started lecturing you two.

“I made it very fucking clear in front of Peter many times too,”

“Mr. Stark, I-” Peter tried to speak.

“Shut it, I’m talking,” your dad interrupted.

Peter stopped talking and looked down at his hands.

“But Dad, I love Peter,” you spoke, trying to reason with your dad.

“Love?” your dad laughed.

“You’re 16 years old, (Y/n),”

“16 fucking years old, you don’t fucking know what love is,” your dad continued to laugh.

“But Mr. Stark, we do love each other,” Peter stated with fear in his voice.

Tony turned his head to face Peter.

“Listen here, Peter, the only way your keeping the internship is if you stay away from my daughter,”

“Dad! That’s so unfair!” you yelled.

“Life isn’t fair, we’re going home, let’s go,” your dad responded.

“No! I’m staying with Peter!” you yelled louder.

“IF YOU DON’T COME WITH MY RIGHT NOW I’M GROUNDING YOU FOR FIVE MONTHS!” your dad yelled back louder.

“Just go, (Y/n), it’s fine,” Peter mumbled.

He had tears in his eyes and tears were already escaping your eyes.

“N-no, I love you,” you muttered as you started to cry.

“I-I love you too, but w-we can’t be together,” he muttered back as his voice cracked.

“Now, (Y/n),” your dad said.

You gave Peter a quick hug and peck on the lips before leaving with your father. After you guys got in the car, he sighed.

“Block Peter on everything, and I’d like to see you do it,”

“Dad!”

“Now.”

You blocked Peter on every social media you have in front of your father as you cried.

“Anyway, let’s go home,” he spoke.

You ran to your room as soon as you walked through the door. You and Peter were both heartbroken. Peter was in his room crying all day and you were crying so hard you couldn’t even speak.

All because of Tony fucking Stark.

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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I loved your blurb! I don’t know if you do or have done a Tom Holland x daughter reader.

However, if you can could you make a blurb?

Summary: The toddler is clingy to her dad, Tom. And she cries whenever he’s not next to her and she just wants to be attached to his hip.

Clingy || Tom x daughter reader

Never done a fic with the reader being Toms daughter so let me know you all like it and if you want more

Y/N and Tom were cuddling on the sofa, the little girls chest moving up and down lowly as small snores escaped her lips. They were watching the film Lion King, it being her favourite to watch. Tom had been noticing y/n’s behaviour recently, she had always wanted to be holding onto her dad.

Whether he would just go out to the shops or be in the shower for a little while, she would seem to be so clingy she’d cry. His daughter hadn’t always been clingy to him, she’d love spending time with her other family members, but recently it’s been different. He didn’t really mind it though, he fount it quiet cute of her.

There was a knock on the front door, Tom slowly getting up trying not to wake the sleeping toddler. He invited his brothers and friends over, him not long ago coming back from filming for a couple of months. Y/n visited him with his mum, Nikki, a few times, she couldn’t stay with her father sadly. Even when she did visit him he was always too busy.

“Yo it’s been a long time” Tuwaine and Harrison gave him a bro hug each, missing there best friend. Next his three brothers Harry, Paddy and Sam walked in, greeting him and then looking for the little holland girl.

“Where’s y/n?” Paddy asked.

“Sleeping on the sofa, hey listen I need to quickly go get us some drinks and i’ll be back. Just watch her for me” The boys nodded there heads. “Thank you” Tom grabbed his keys from the counter, putting his jacket on.

“I’ll come with you” Paddy said, walking out the door with Tom. The other boys decided to sit in the living room, trying not to be too loud to wake the girl up. After ten minutes, she began to stir awake. Y/n’s hand went to touch behind her where he once was cuddling her. When she didn’t feel anyone she began to panic, she sat up rubbing her tired eyes.

“Daddy?” She called, and then just saw the boys in the front room but no sign of her father. “Daddy?!” Her lip began to tremble, standing up off the sofa to find Tom.

Harrison looked over to the little girl seeing her calling for his best friend. “He’s just gone to the shop, he’ll be right back” He assured her sad state.

“No, no. Daddy!” She ran away from the boys, looking through the rooms to find him. When she saw no sign of him she began to sob, she walked slowly back into the living room, blanket in on hand and her stuffed animal in the other.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart don’t cry, he’ll be back in a few” Sam picked her up, holding her on his hip trying to calm her down, she never stopped crying.

“Y/N just breathe, Daddy will be back, want me to call him?” Tuwaine suggests as she nods still sobbing. Tom doesn’t pick up the phone, making the girl cry even more and her chest rising more quickly than usual.

“Fucking Twat” Harrison mumbled about Tom the girl hearing him.

“Daddy lwft mee” she wiggled out of Sams hold, running back onto her space on the sofa. Tessa jumped up onto it with her cuddling her side, y/n hiding her face in Tessa’s body. The boys tried to reassure her he will be back but she would scream or cry at them.

Finally the door opened moments after, Paddy and Tom walking through the house with bottles of beers, drinks and some snacks for everyone. They heard the screaming and crying when they came in, trying to quickly place the bags down on the counter. Y/N peaked her head up from the dogs body, seeing Tom taking his jacket off as quick as possible. She ran off the sofa, crying along the way to him.

“D-Daddy” She cried, Tom crouched down with a worried expression thinking something happened to her when he was gone. She sobbed into his arms whilst Paddy asked what happened to the others.

“Hey, baby. Hey, hey. What happened?” He asked, he hated when she cried. “Y/n?”

“I-I….I woke up-y-y” She hicupped.

“Take your time, shhh. Let’s go sit on the sofa.” He told her, picking the toddler up and placing her on his lap on the sofa.

“I t-thought you lwft me again” She sniffled into his chest, the man’s heart breaking. He didn’t know that her clinginess was due to him being away for filming.

“I would never leave you, I never have. Is this about daddy going to work?” He pulled her head from his chest so he could see her face. Y/N nodded her head. “I had to work, baby. I know you missed me but don’t you ever think i’ll leave you, I love you too much” He smiled softly, wiping her tear stained cheeks.

Y/N smiled a little, “ I love you too” she kissed his cheek, playing with a few strands of his hair.

“I brought some snacks, I got some strawberries, want some?” He asked as the girl squealed knowing she loved strawberries. “Yes, pwease” she smiled, Tom stood up placing her onto the sofa as he went to get the snacks and the beers for the guys.

“Thank you” She nodded when he gave her a bowl of fresh cut strawberries, Tom sat back down beer in one hand as the other wrapped around his daughter. Y/N cuddled into his side, wanting to be close to him at all times.

After a few minute of silence Y/n spoke again, “Daddy?” She questioned he hummed in response looking down at her, everyone’s attention back onto her.

“What’s a ‘Fwcking Twat’?” She asked, Tom nearly choking on his beer. Harrison eyes went wide for a second, knowing he called Tom this earlier, not thinking the girl heard.

“Y/n, you can’t say that, it’s bad words” He said the girl apologising straight away knowing she cannot say bad words. “Who did you hear say that?” He knew she wouldn’t just come up with the two words.

“Uncle Haz called you it” She bit into another strawberry.

“Harrison!”

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chelseamount · 4 years

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One Day - Peter Parker x F!Reader

warnings: angst and fluff

requested: no

listen to one day by tate mcrae while reading

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****

she stares at her ceiling once again with a hundred thoughts

So here I am, in my bed just staring at the seeling thinking about the person I love, peter parker.

The thing is Peter doesn't love me, at least I don't think so, he seems so in love with Liz, the girl everyone is in love with, and of course, Peter is too, so I have to keep my feelings for Peter to myself.

maybe he knows who I am actually, probably not

I don't even know if he even knows who I am, I don't think he does, or maybe he does, but probably not, and that hurts

she walks down the hall with her head down low scared to meet his eyes

I walk down the school halls with my books in hands walking to English class, the same class as Peter, when I get to the door he is there, so I lower my head looking at the ground trying not to meet his eyes.

even when she hears his voice, she swarmed with butterflies

I sit in my thoughts when I hear his beautiful voice, answering a question the teacher asked. immediately my stomach gets filled with butterflies, it always does when I see or hear Peter, but then I remember its never going to happen

it's impossible to get you off my mind I think about a hundred thoughts, and you are 99 I've understood that you will never be mine and that's fine I'm just breaking inside

I lay in my bed just thinking about everything but every time I think of something my mind goes back to Peter, I smile, it's impossible to get that guy off my head, he's always on my mind, but my smile feels pretty quickly because I realize again that he will never be mine, but it's okay if he's happy I'm happy meanwhile I'm just breaking inside

he always walks the crowded halls blinded by this light

a girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyes

Third person p.o.v.

the thing is Liz wasn't his light, y/n is, he just makes people think he likes Liz, or well gets y/n to believe it, he doesn't think y/n likes him, so he tries to ignore the feelings and see what happens, but they never go away, there is something special about her, particular about the girl who never looks up and shows her beautiful eyes even tho Peter has seen them but always when she looks at him she just looks down again, but he has seen her, and he thinks she's the most beautiful person on the planet

he's tried to talk to her, but there's no easy way cause every time he raises his voice she runs away

Peter has actually tried to talk to her, but every time he raises his voice she runs away, he thought maybe it was because she felt that he was a weirdo, a nerd like everyone else thinks, but that didn't stop Peter

oh it's impossible to get you off my mind

I think about a hundred thoughts, and you are 99

I've understood that you will never be mine and that's fine I'm just breaking inside

and one day maybe she'll stay and start to head over his way

and one day she'll look into his eyes and instead of breaking she'll call him mine

cause Peter hoped that maybe one day, one day she would stay and talk to him, he hoped that one day she would perhaps head his way, and speak to him but that never happened so he has to do it himself, it's just how, but what Peter hoped the most was that one day she would look him in the eyes, without running away and calling him 'mine'

one day he'll grab her by the waist and force them to meet face to face

y/n was walking down the halls looking at the ground like always, but then she feels hands on her waist, but before she could react she was turned around and met by the eyes of peter parker,

"uhm h-hi," she says

"hi," he says "uhm so I've been uhm wondering for some time if you maybe w-wanted to get out and get a coffee or something, b-but it's outstanding if you don't want to."

"Peter," she says, looking in his eyes " I would love that."

and one day, he'll look into her eyes and say that "you're my only light."

ever since that date between y/n and peter everything has been perfect and after some time they started dating, and everything have been magical since then, it's what they both have ever been dreaming of except real, one day they lay curled up in Peter's bed when Peter suddenly says

"you're my only light."

y/n smiles and says

"and you're my only light even in the darkest of times" Peter laughs and kiss the top of her head

"You just had to put something with Harry Potter in there didn't you," he asked

"Always," she says

it's impossible to get you off my mind I think about a hundred thoughts, and you are 99

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julietashton · 1 year

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it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - one

Summary — There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone. And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

Note — This is a a re-telling of some of the events in Endgame and SMFFH with an original female character that is also Tony Stark’s daughter.

one.

Peter shouldn’t have come.

Every rational part of him had warned him against it and yet, no matter how many years had passed or how many people had been hurt, he still hadn’t learnt his lesson.

He was stupid. He was soft. He was weak.

But how could he have said no to Tony’s invitation? He had finally gained mobility again and his new arm was functioning as well as could be expected. It was the closest to normal he had been for two years, and he wasn’t going to cast a shadow on that happiness—not this time, anyway.

Pepper was the one to open the door, and she was evidently surprised to see him. He knew that, despite the average farm look, the house was probably better secured than the Pentagon and was harder to break in than any intelligence building in the world. He still had access to it, but he hadn’t wanted to use that privilege.

He didn’t think he deserved it.

“Peter?” the woman gasped.

“Hello, Miss Potts,” he replied quietly.

She embraced him in a motherly hug, and he had to gulp down the urge of crying.

***

It was even harder to keep up the façade with Tony, especially when he didn’t hide his tears at the sight of Peter. Seeing him after so long, living up to the legacy of being Iron Man now more than ever with his armour as part of him, made everything more real.

And yet, no matter how much time had passed, Peter would always see him as the father figure he’d desperately always needed and wanted. It was almost an instinct to let his guard down around him, because Peter still felt like the man could protect him. He felt safe with Tony.

Which was ridiculous. There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone.

(And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.)

***

Peter knew she had arrived before FRIDAY announced her. It seemed that the body and senses didn’t differ much from the mind—they still remembered everything; from the rhythm of her footsteps, to the beating of her heart, to her sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

It hit him harder than he thought it would, no matter how much he’d prepared himself for it.

The sight of her was worse.

Physically, she hadn’t changed at all and, in a way, that hurt him more. It was trickier to keep himself on his toes if she looked the same, because it was easy to imagine no time had passed, that all the suffering hadn’t happened, and that he still had a chance.

“Peter?” Sophia gasped when she noticed him, blinking several times as if she thought her eyes were deceiving her.

He couldn’t blame her, no matter how angry he wanted to be at the way her voice and accent still managed to send his heart racing. When their eyes met halfway, he realised how foolish he’d been, and how he’d overestimated himself.

Had he really thought he could be in the same room as her without feeling anything?

Idiot.

It took everything in him not to fall to his knees, rip his heart out and offer it to her in his bloody hands.

When Sophia approached him slowly, almost as if she was afraid he would vanish into thin air, Peter felt like he was dying. He really couldn’t predict what her reaction would be, and not for the first time, the idea of her screaming at him to leave and never set foot near her or her father again crossed his mind.

His nightmares began a lot like this.

But she didn’t do such a thing. Surprising him the way she had always done, Sophia smiled softly and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, to squeeze it affectionately.

Peter could have burst into flames.

“I’m so glad to see you, Peter,” she whispered. “Welcome home.”

***

There was a ring on her finger; sparkly, with a diamond the size of a golf ball. And Peter heard it perfectly when Pepper asked Sophia about some Brad, even if they had been in another room.

He had been expecting something like that. Not the engagement, certainly, but he had expected her to be in a relationship.

He hadn’t expected it to feel like that.

Peter had never given his future a lot of thought. He had always known he’d wanted to go to MIT and work in science, but he had never thought that much ahead in other aspects of his life. Perhaps it came from his experiences, and the fact that his parents had been very young when they had died so, unconsciously, he had never seen the point of planning his life. What was the point of thinking that far ahead when everything was so unpredictable?

But it had been around a year ago when he’d been stopping a mug near a small chapel, and a couple of newly weds had come out looking radiantly happy. Peter usually didn’t pay attention to that, but, at first glance, the woman had reminded him physically of Sophia.

That same night, flashes of her in white assaulted his dreams, unlocking a desire he didn’t even know he’d had until then.

“Hey.”

Peter turned to look at Sophia, even if he had felt her coming. She was carrying a small plate with cake and a glass of white wine.

“Hey,” he replied, forcing himself not to stare for too long.

It was hard, too hard, because he hadn’t seen her in a year and she was lovely and he had missed her so much it was almost a physical ache.

“I brought you cake,” she told him, extending the plate to him.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And wine?”

“Oh, no, the wine’s mine,” she grinned.

His heart skipped a bit. That cheeky grin had always been his undoing. He had to look away and distract himself with trying the cake, even if his stomach was a ball of nerves.

A silence fell upon them, and there was genuinely no sound around. The farm was isolated in a way that was both peaceful and nerve-wracking. Peter didn’t think he could take it and he couldn’t understand how Tony did.

“Very different from the penthouse in Manhattan, huh?” Sophia said knowingly, somehow reading his thoughts.

It didn’t surprise him. She’d always been able to do that.

“Very,” he admitted. “Do you visit often?”

Sophia nodded. “As much as I can, but it’s really not my scenery.”

Peter’s lips curved up without realising it. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dad’s getting tired of it too,” she commented, taking a sip of her wine. “So I think it’s only a matter of time he decides to move back to New York—or maybe somewhere in the middle, like LA.”

“LA?” Peter repeated, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought he never wanted to go back to LA after what happened with the Mandarin.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the same location,” Sophia shrugged. “But New York’s too crowded. He’s always had more privacy in LA without sacrificing civilization like he’s done here.”

“Right,” he gulped down, trying not to show how the news was crushing him.

He didn’t like the idea of Tony going to live in LA—it was too far from New York. He already had a hard time with their current distance and it was only an hour away, even if he didn’t visit the farm much. It was the notion of it.

Sophia’s eyes were on him, clearly studying his reaction, but she didn’t say anything.

“He misses you, you know,” she told him after a while. “He would go back to New York right now if he knew you’d visit him there.”

He had to put down the cake. He felt like throwing up.

“It’s been—it’s been busy,” he said.

Sophia arched an eyebrow, evidently knowing that was bullshit because, no matter how busy the city could get, Peter would always make time to be with Tony before.

She opted not to address it directly; instead, she went for another kill:

“How’s May?” she asked. “Has she remembered you?”

Peter stiffened. “No.”

“She remembers Pepper and Happy,” she pointed out without mercy. “But I guess that’s because they actually go and visit her.”

She wasn’t intimidated by the glare she got from him. If anything, she grew bolder, because she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at him, daring him to contradict her.

The worst part was that he couldn’t, but he had never expected her to understand what he was doing.

“I think I should go,” he gritted out, without looking at her.

Sophia scoffed. “Should I give you my wedding invitation now? I wasn’t planning on handing them out until a few months but who knows when I’ll see you next?”

Peter winced. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Will you even go?”

“Go where?”

“To my wedding.”

He stared at her. “Am I really invited?”

“Of course you are!” Sophia exclaimed angrily. “You might be capable of ignoring everyone who’s ever cared about you, but I’m not!”

“I don’t ignore them,” Peter snapped, unable to keep up the façade. “That’s not what I do. I will always be there for everyone if they need me.”

“Oh, really? Then where have you been these past two years?”

“I’ve been protecting you!”

“Protecting us?” she laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call staying away from everyone you love?”

“YES!” Peter exploded, glowering at her. “Yes, that’s exactly what I call it!”

Sophia shook her head. “That’s bullshit, Peter, and you know it.”

“I don’t expect you to understand it, Sophia,” he bit back. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do? Is that what you tell yourself to quiet down the guilt?” she snorted. “Does it ever work?”

Peter scowled. “It works when I look at you and see you all safe.”

“And you think we’re safe because you’re staying away from us?” Sophia laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you believes something so stupid.”

He reacted as if she’d punched him, but she didn’t cower. Sophia took two steps until she was on his face and gave him her worst scowl.

“We’re safe because we take care of ourselves. We’re safe because we take care of each other,” she hissed. “Not because Spider-Man’s enemies don’t consider us a target… get that stupid idea out of your head before you end up alone!”

“I’d rather end up alone than attend your funeral, Sophia!”

“I am Iron Man’s daughter!” she shrieked, shoving him angrily, even if it was useless; he didn’t move an inch. “I was a target before that spider even bit you!”

“And I won’t make you an even bigger one!”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “This isn’t even about me, Peter. I gave up on you a long time ago.”

That struck him harder than anything she’d ever said, and even breathing became a painful thing to do. He stilled and stared at her, his blood and bones becoming ice cold.

“I’m telling you this because you’re hurting people—my father, your aunt, Ned. When are you going to stop pushing them away?”

“My aunt almost died!” he cried out. “She almost died because of me!”

“It was an accident, Peter!”

“An accident I should have been able to stop!”

Sophia shook her head, and the disappointment was so palpable that it cut him open.

“It’s evident you’re determined to crucify yourself. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”

She didn’t even look at him again before she went back inside the farm house, leaving Peter alone and in the cold.

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