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- peter accidentally saying i love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned

- reader building the lego death star for peter and giving it as a present

- reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to peter, so their face to face and have their first kiss

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Peter accidentally saying I love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned:

Peter and y/n had kept their 6mon relationship a secret from even MJ and Ned as Ned kept badgering Peter about staying a “bachelor” for college and MJ was overprotective of y/n & wouldn’t like the idea of her dating a superhero.

Peter had a rough day and just wanted to go home and cuddle with y/n but they’d already scheduled a study session with Ned and MJ.

“Why can’t you trust an atom?” Y/n asks suddenly, smiling

“What?” Ned asks confused at the sudden change but Peter just smiles, “why?”

“Because they make up everything” she laughs, causing Peter to join in her laughter and cheering him up a little.

MJ and Ned roll their eyes and try to get back on task.

“Why can’t you take electricity to social events?” Y/n asks still laughing.

“Why?” Peter responds, a wide smile on his face.

“Because it doesn’t know how to conduct itself” she shrugs

Peter’s heart soars as she laughs and continues telling science puns/jokes in an attempt to cheer him up.

“God I love you y/n” Peter says for the first time, despite having thought it for the longest time.

Y/n blushes and neither one notice their surroundings for a moment as she smiles and kisses him softly, “I love you too Petey”.

“What the hell is going on here?” Ned asks as MJ pretends to gag.

Peter and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, they have a lot of explaining to do.

Reader building the Lego Death Star for Peter and giving it as a present

Peter’s birthday was coming up in a week but y/n couldn’t afford to get him much.

She’d been working extra hours so she could afford to get her boyfriend a good birthday gift but it still never felt like enough

“MJ I don’t know what I’m going to get him” y/n whines as they chat in her apartment.

“Doesn’t he and Ned like those Lego things? Maybe just get him a box of those” MJ suggests.

“He has nearly all of them. And he has made-“ y/n stops, getting an idea.

Peter and Ned had wanted to make the Lego Death Star but each time they were close to being done they managed to break it.

Maybe y/n could build it for Peter as a gift

It took nearly a week for her to make it as she wanted to do it on her own. But it was finally complete

Knowing her boyfriend, she added some sealant glue to it so it couldn’t break as easily

To say Peter was appreciative would be an understatement

He immediately texted Ned to make him jealous, saying how incredible his girlfriend was

After learning y/n added sealant, he eagerly set it close to his bed so he could see it each night as he fell asleep

Reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to Peter so they end up face to face and have their first kiss

Y/n had been begging Peter to let her try his Spider-Man gadgets ever since finding out his secret identity a long time ago, so today was no different in that sense

However, today Peter caved and agreed to let her try his web shooters as long as it was indoors as he did not want her trying to swing herself and get hurt

Eager to even just hit the button for the webs, she agreed to the compromise in an instant

Within minutes, his room was covered in web shooter fluid, covering nearly every surface imaginable

Peter was tempted to make a joke about how it looked when suddenly she hit him with the webbing by accident.

Peter looked down and saw the web was attached to his chest but still connected to the web shooters in her possession as well, linking the two of them.

“Sorry Pete! I- how do I let it go?” Y/n groaned, frantically spinning her arms around to try and fix the situation

Peter laughed softly at her frustration but before he could help her, her jerks caused the web attached to his chest to pull him against her

She gasped as Peter’s body slammed into her’s and she apologized as she tried to wiggle free

“Y/n/n, it’s okay” Peter said between laughs. “I’ll get us free” he promised, kissing her forehead.

She blushed and looked up at him with a small smile.

Peter’s eyes drifted to her intriguing lips he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the day they met, and then reluctantly away in embarrassment as he knew she saw

“Peter, you’re going to have to kiss me, because my arms are stuck at my side” y/n laughs, wiggling her arms that were webbed to her side to show her point.

Peter’s face flushed but he wasn’t going to miss his chance and propped his left hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her, his stomach turning to mush as his heart swelled

“I should’ve let you try these a long time ago” he blurts as their lips part.

“Now about this… it wears off in a few hours, or I have a solution in the other room” Peter says

“I think we can make do for a few hours, I could always use some Peter cuddles” y/n blushes.

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Webs of Opacity

Summary: On the eve of the annual Stark Halloween party, you’ve managed to gulp down too much alcohol and tangled yourself into intricate webs of trouble. Even glittering fairies can’t escape the drama, and handsome 80’s film characters can’t always save them from sleazy boyfriends and hangovers.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Rogers!reader (adopted, of course), Steve Rogers x sister!reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 6k

Warnings: underage drinking, reader being very drunk, unconsented kissing, mild violence

A/N: This is a mess, I’m sorry. Started this last fall and rushed to get it done in time for this year. Also happy Halloween and over a week of Midnights being out. Couldn’t help myself from referencing it every other paragraph lol

Also if anyone has any scenarios or requests for my college series please please send them to me! Love your enthusiasm for my Stark U babies and want to keep writing for them

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Your shiny, entirely fake wings keep bumping into the ridiculous amount of people crammed into this room, and you're sure you have never apologized more times in your life than tonight. Wanda has assured you many times that, no, you should not take off your wings because you look, in her words, adorable. It was her idea, after all, to dress you up like a little flowery fairy for the Halloween party Tony has thrown tonight. She made your wings all fluttery and glittery, and the flowers in your hair sparkle every now and then. It feels like a childhood dream coming true.

"Spider-boy!" you call out over the loud music, jumping as you stretch your hand up in the air to alert the young man twenty feet away.

For a "quiet gathering" there sure are a lot of loud, drunk people here. Then again, it was your mistake to trust the promise of Stark when it came to a party.

Your jumping up and down is entirely unnecessary when you're trying to gain the attention of someone with a creepy sixth sense that allows them to just know everything happening around them. Peter already knew exactly where you were the moment you opened your mouth. It doesn't help that you're just a tiny, little bit of tipsy either.

He smiles a toothy grin as he pushes past the crowd towards you, showing glimpses of his Indiana Jones costume that's honestly a slightly surprising choice. He looks handsome though.

"Hi, Y/n!" he nearly shouts over the music, embracing you in a side hug as he takes a look at your outfit. "You're a fairy! It fits you so great, it's like you were meant to be one,” Peter exclaims happily while you chuckle lightheartedly.

"Thank you, it was Wanda's idea. Indiana Jones, huh?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. It's quite uncharacteristic. Last year he went as Nikola Tesla and nobody knew who he was supposed to be.

"Yeah, Tony said I had to go as something cooler this year. He'd disown me otherwise." Peter cringes while your head is thrown back in laughter.

"He told me I looked like a moth earlier," you answer with a grin on your lips, the remnants of your chuckles fading out.

"You look great, Y/n. Very sweet. Think Bucky's gonna get here any second and tell me to keep any 'punks' away from you," Peter tells you. You roll your eyes, though fondly.

"Hm, I bet he will," you hum. "Gotta send him back soon if he keeps that up. Both of them, for that sake."

You nod your head towards the blonde head sticking up in the bar crowd. Your brother is an overbearing mess that you would much rather let you be, instead of hovering protectively around your presence constantly. He seems to have eased up on his duties tonight, though, in honor of the holiday.

"I think it's good that—you know—they look out for you. There are a lot of bad guys out there," Peter says, scratching his head nervously like it would somehow offend you.

"Yeah, that's understandable. Though Steve and Bucky seem to think I'm still a kid." You scrunch your nose fondly.

"Well, you are. Kind of," Peter says. Your mouth hangs agape jokingly, with a silent scoff in answer.

"Oh, that's where we're going! You're only two years older, asshole," you say with a glare, taking a sip from the drink in your hand.

"Those two years make a world of difference." He smiles with a glint in his eyes. "Head off to college and then they'll see you as an adult, maybe."

"I'm going in January—stop looking at me like that!" you yell when he smirks, holding back a laugh. "I'm serious! Alright, okay, we're not playing nice tonight, are we?" You raise an eyebrow in question.

"Sure," he smiles. It falters just as quickly when you snatch the red solo cup out of his hand, gulping down the sweet and bitter liquid before crumpling the cup in your hands. "Hey!" Peter shouts. "You're not 21!"

"Neither are you." A victorious smile adorns your lips. You try not to show the distaste from the bitter liquid burning in your throat.

"In a few months!" Peter blushes and you fight the urge to coo at him because he gets shy over the most peculiar things.

"You're so cute, Parker," you tell him with a bop to his nose.

"Oh, piss off," he says and shakes his head.

"Learnt a new swear word? Impressive. College has really changed you."

"You're really annoying right know, you know that?"

You shake your head frantically, scrunching your nose simultaneously, and there's something different about you that Peter just noticed now.

"You're already drunk, aren't you?" he asks with realization dawning upon him. You gaze up at him with a mischievous glint and a gasp escapes him. "Y/n, Steve's gonna freak out on you!"

"He's never gonna find out. And I'm not drunk. I had three drinks earlier, 's fine," you say with a dismissive wave.

"Three drinks?" he breathes out in disbelief. "That's not little—hey! Hands off, asshole!" Peter interrupts the beginning of his speech to scare away the twenty-something with his hands on your hips.

"Dickhead," the guy mutters under his breath as he backs away. You turn around to meet Peter's eyes with a pout as the guy saunters off, a disappointed frown in between your brows.

"That guy was hot. You scared him away. You ruined my only chance," you pout.

You turn around again before Peter has the chance to answer, roaming your eyes around for the guy. With only a few seconds he's managed to land himself over by the bar, drink raised to his lips as he eyes you hungrily despite Peter's warnings. You smile, biting your lip with a newfound confidence you've never experienced. Yeah, definitely tipsy. Sober you would be hiding away in the cleaning closet by now.

"Well, yeah, he was—Y/n, hello?" Peter lays his hand on your shoulder, turning you around to meet his eyes again. "You know what? We're gonna go for a walk." He lays an arm around your shoulders, gently steering you away from the guy and into the crowd.

"Oh, where?" you ask, already forgotten the source of your previous pout. "Careful of my wings, Parker."

"It's a surprise," Peter says as he loosens his hold around your wings, glancing to see if they're alright. You stop talking almost instantly and for once he's happy to know some silence from you, because right now you can't seem to shut up and he's not used to spending time with your chipper-talkative version.

Peter pushes the two of you through the thick, sweaty crowd filled with lazy costumes and masterpieces alike, ranging from several layers thick to barely covering anything at all. He recognizes some of the people from the compound, some from his college that he doesn't even know how they got here, but most of them are complete strangers.

You send flirty glances and hellos over your shoulder to every guy you gain eye contact with. It's scary how fast the alcohol went to your brain, from being completely unnoticeable to half-drunk in a minute. Peter does not like the drunk you. Or he does, maybe, but not in a room filled with guys who just can't wait to get under your ridiculously cute dress. It's offensive really, how you can manage to look so excruciatingly innocent and hot at the same time. He'll curse out Wanda tomorrow.

The party is so packed with people that it takes ten minutes before he finds the ones he's looking for. Wanda and Natasha sip on their martinis in a ridiculously large couch, gossiping like a bunch of school girls as they shout encouragements at Sam and Tony on the dance floor. Peter sighs, nearly pushing you down on the couch next to Natasha before he slouches down himself.

"What do we have here, huh?" Natasha smirks and takes a small sip of her drink.

"She's drunk. I'm exhausted. Please take her off my hands," Peter says as he throws his head back on the couch. You let out a giggle, leaning against Natasha's shoulder.

"He's exaggerating," you say with your voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Okay, young lady. Drunk, huh?" Wanda asks, raising an eyebrow in question. Her perfectly red lips curl into a smile that shows she's not really upset about it.

"No," you mumble, scratching your nose with your manicured finger for the occasion. "Hiya, Auntie," you coo while curling up besides Natasha.

"Stop calling me Auntie," she mutters and gently pushes you off her shoulder.

"How's your boyfriend? Jake? No, John. Wait! Jack!" you fumble over your words. It might as well be any of the three names, because Natasha has been showing up with a new person on her arm every other month this year. You don't know what it is, really, but you guess you should be glad she's exploring her options.

"Jason," Natasha says through a roll of her eyes. The slightest hint of amusement can be found on her lips, but it's nothing that she shows to someone else. "And he's very much good, now stop asking. He's just getting drinks," she says and nods towards the bar.

"I like that guy," you exclaim excitedly. There's no doubt about your drunken state in this moment, because in no shape or form have you been as wounded up about any of Natasha's past partners.

"Hey, honey," Wanda catches your attention with a gentle hand on your arm, reaching across the sofa. "Where's your brother hiding? I can't imagine he would be very happy with you being drunk, no?" she asks.

"He can't know!" you exclaim with a whispered shout. "He's gonna kill me, please, Wanda."

Your eyes are blown wide open in fear. It's not that Steve would be mad—the disappointment is what you desperately want to evade. He gets that frown in between his eyebrows, puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head while looking down to the ground. Being on the receiving side of that is humiliating, on the verge of heartbreaking. You can't handle that tonight.

"I don't know, sweetheart..."

"Please, Wanda." There's tears gathering in your eyes, more so for dramatic effect than actual upset. You've slid down onto your knees in front of her, begging with your hands on her thighs.

"Oh god," Natasha mutters under her breath, setting down her drink on the table while indifferently glancing over to the bar where her boyfriend of the month resides.

She can't really handle this theatric version of you. There's a reason you're usually one of her favorites, despite your young age—your ability to be fucking quiet. Whoever gave you all that alcohol is on her damn hit list.

While she tunes out the conversation behind her, some kind of settlement is agreed upon where you, of course, get your way. No more alcohol, and Wanda won't tell your brother or Bucky what you have been up to.

When she stands up to leave, you're on your feet again. Now your attention has wandered over to Peter's costume, talking of how 'incredibly accurate to detail' it is despite being thrown together last minute by the college student. The only thing telling what he's dressed as is the hat paired with the old leather jacket.

A wet kiss is pressed to Natasha's cheek as soon as she joins Jason by the bar. His hand instantly finds her waist, pressing her into him tightly. His touch almost repulses her. He's too straightforward with his affection, so obvious in his quest to show her off.

"You look so goddamn sexy," he whispers into her ear. "Been thinking about what we talked about the other day."

Nat hums absentmindedly in answer, raising a finger swiftly to wave over the bartender.

"You know, having another p—"

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about," she interrupts him.

He brought it up about a week ago, and she only entertained the idea because she was bored. Jason is only a temporary occupation for her constant need to destress—there's no way in hell she's gonna adhere to his fantasy of having two girls sucking him off at the same time.

"She's not your real niece, no?" Jason asks suddenly, setting his gaze on your soft curves in that angelic dress framing your figure on the other side of the room.

Natasha's attention snaps from her drink to where his eyes are set. "You know she's not," she mutters as she takes a sip on her martini, suspiciously eyeing her boyfriend.

"I'm up for it," he says, nodding your way.

"Excuse me?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, gracefully setting down her glass on the counter.

"She's our girl, I have a feeling she is. You can ask her, can't you?" Jason smirks as he shamelessly keeps his stare on you. "Pretty little thing like that would be up for anything, wouldn't she?"

It takes exactly two seconds for Natasha to have a sharp fork pressed against Jason's side, just above one of his major arteries and restricting his breathing. A choked gurgle escapes his lips as Natasha's mouth lingers next to his ear.

"I know 72 different ways to break every bone in your body, and I can make 65 of them seem like an accident." Her smooth voice fills his ear. "Keep her name out of your mouth."

She keeps the fork pressed into his skin for a few seconds, just for extra measure, before she lets it go and Jason coughs violently as his hand flies up to his throat. Natasha takes another sip of her drink, glancing over the unsuspecting crowd with a roll of her eyes.

"I suggest you leave. Go clean up in the bathroom, you have a stain on your shirt," Natasha says before taking her drink and walking away.

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You squeeze yourself through the thick bathroom line, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible. You gave up on preserving your wings two drinks ago, because quite frankly you have forgotten them by now.

You might also have ignored your fellow elders' warnings of laying off the alcohol, choosing to indulge in whatever drink you could get your hands on for one evening only. It's a risky move, but it's something you can afford. You rarely stir up any trouble, if any at all. What fun is it if you remain predictable all the time?

The music blares through the floor, thumping along with the people jumping up and down against it. You're out of it in the most wonderful way, rid of your constant presence in your own mind, if even for just a short while. The consequences do not exist and neither does your conscience.

When a guy in his late twenties, or thirties, maybe even your age, grasps a hold of your hand and asks if you want to dance, you answer yes without any hesitation. Sweaty bodies spread their heat around, pushing up against you and the mysterious guy as you move against each other.

You barely know what you're doing. You're only following along, letting him control your movements close to his body. If you were more sober you would have seen how it could be more likened to grinding than dancing, but the weight of his hands on your hips feels grounding instead of unnerving.

"You look so fucking pretty," he says into your ear, muffled by the alcohol buzzing in your head and the music blaring over the speakers.

You throw your arms around his neck, looking up at him with what you think is a smile. You're trying, at least. "Thank—" Hiccup. "Thank you. You're pretty too," you say, even though you can barely make out his features in the darkness.

But you think he looks pretty. A hypothesis based on the way his hands feel on your skin. Hot may be a better word for it, but in your state of mind adjectives do not differ especially much from each other. That's why you let him drag you away from the crowd, pushing through drunk people until you find a relatively secluded corner of the floor.

The wall is cold against your heated skin, your back against it while the man's arms cage you in. The feeling of his lips trailing across your neck barely registers. It just feels nice, you think. Your eyes are fluttered close, back arching while you mumble indetectable words you can't even decipher yourself. You're so fucking drunk you won't even remember this moment in the morning.

That's the problem with you drinking tonight—your alcohol consumption has been so limited that you have no conception of whatever is much or not. You have no idea if it takes three or six drinks to get you affected. You have no idea what you are like on tequila or vodka, on Prosecco or red wine. So now, eight drinks later of so many different types you can't even remember which was which, you're out of it enough to barely remember your own name.

His wet lips against yours are a suffocating presence you would much rather be without. It's sloppy and rushed, not at all what you imagined kissing would be. You wince to yourself, pushing him away just an inch to run the back of your hand against your mouth.

And then he's suddenly gone. You could have sworn he stood right in front of you. It takes a good ten seconds before you find him on the floor, clutching his nose with an angry frown in between his eyebrows.

"What the fuck, man?!" he shouts, looking up at the guy who has a funny hat on his head and a heaving chest.

"Stay away from her," the guy seethes, suddenly taking a gentle hold of your arm.

You don't have it in you to protest. Maybe it's dangerous to follow whoever when they tell you to, but your moral compass is non-existent in this state.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" the guy asks you. You blink, staring at his face while trying to piece together his features. No words come out of your mouth. "Damnit," he sighs, shaking his head.

A woman comes up to him with rushed steps, agitated look on her face. "Is she alright, Peter?" She runs her eyes over your disheveled figure.

"She's completely out of it. Must have snuck in quite a lot of more drinks," he answers. "Your dickhead of a boyfriend is taken care of, by the way. Probably won't stir up anymore trouble now."

"I should have checked so he actually left. It was reckless to think he would leave her alone," she says with a stern face, cold gaze watching the exit.

"Wasn't your fault, Nat," Peter assures her. You sway in your stance, stumbling into his hold while he steadies his grip around you.

"She needs to lay down before she passes out. Get her a glass of water for me, will you?" Natasha commands.

Peter nods, giving you a concerned glance before reluctantly heading towards the bar. Your head comes to lean on Natasha's shoulder with a whine, letting her lead you wherever she's going. You're starting to feel dizzy and slightly nauseous, and you do not like it. If you had the energy to speak you would launch a heavy string of complaints.

"Come on now, darling. A few more steps," she says, taking on more of your weight.

Your face is buried into her shoulder. The only thing detectable from your blubbering is the whines, wordlessly pleading to take you away from wherever you are and rid you of the nausea.

Heavy glances are exchanged between Peter and Natasha as he pushes through the crowd, fingers clinging tightly onto the large glass in his hand.

"Here," he breathes out, reaching the glass towards her.

She takes it from his hands, tilting your chin up with her manicured fingers. "There you go, Y/n," she mumbles as you gulp down small sips of the liquid.

The music blares loudly throughout the large room, sweaty bodies packed tightly together. What you found exhilarating and exciting twenty minutes ago is now suffocating. It's the only thing you know as you barely stand on two feet amongst the crowd. If it weren't for Nat, you would be in a heap on the floor.

"Let's go." Natasha nods towards the exit, glancing over her shoulder as Peter trails shortly after.

You're barely awake, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. Peter can smell the stale alcohol on your breath from where he walks just beside the two of you—fruity drinks and vodka and tequila and wine. It unnerves him to think that you might have ingested enough of the poison to make it dangerous.

The bitter night air is refreshing for anyone who's senses are at least partly alert. It's a blessing really, that tonight you only have the short walk from the party to your homes located just on the other side of the compound grounds.

The dewy grass is partially lit up by strobe lights placed along the lines of the premises, soaking Natasha's heels and Peter's loafers. Your bare arms prickle with the low temperature.

It feels like an awfully long journey for Peter as he walks along Natasha, halfway waking up enough from the haze to take on some of your weight as well. There's a thought or two of swinging you back home in just a few seconds, but there's not much for his web to hold onto out here. The anxiety creates shudders in his limbs and forces him to glance over to your figure every other second.

"She'll be fine, Peter," Natasha says without so much as sparing him a glance. "She's just drunk. It'll be over tomorrow."

But his anxiety doesn't ease, rightfully so, when your palm suddenly pushes against her chest with all the force you can muster in your state. You whine, sprawling your legs until they have no option but to release you.

"Wha—"

On your knees, bent over the small bushes meticulously trimmed by the nice gardeners, you throw your guts out with shudders wracking the whole of your body. Awful.

Natasha could have said 'I told you so', but people make dumb decisions while drunk and she already feels bad for you over what Jason did. "Oh, honey," she whispers to herself instead, taking a step forward to reach you.

But Peter's faster. Of course he is. The young man is kneeling down beside you, hand gently wrapping around your hair to pull it aside while the other rubs against your back.

Any other time, when alcohol isn't poisoning your blood, and you would have felt ashamed. You probably will be tomorrow. You would have reacted to Peter being the one to take care of you, especially after showing such irritation about your state earlier.

The grass is cold and wet against your knees, but it is a welcome relief from the heat plaguing your skin. You are almost certain there are tears making their way out of your eyes and you would positively murder someone for another glass of water.

Instead of gulping down another glass, like you want to, you close your eyes while breathing out deeply. The nausea slowly fades away with each second, the heat being replaced by dewy goosebumps on your skin, all the while clarity pushes itself past the alcohol-induced blur.

A raspy cough. A thick gulp, swallowing too much air at the same time but you force yourself to hold it in. "Did I just kiss someone?" you speak for the first time in an hour.

And Natasha nearly laughs, until she remembers the state you were in. You didn't kiss someone.

"No, Y/n," she says softly, glancing up at Peter with a hardened gaze that tells him to keep his mouth shut. "No, you didn't."

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It's dark, empty of anyone who usually resides in the living room. The lights flickered on one by one, lighting up the space too much for your liking when you stepped inside. A whine was all it took for Peter to turn them off again.

You've been discarded on the couch, legs stretched out over Nat’s thighs with a cold, wet towel laying on your face. Peter sits fiddling with his fingers just beside your head. It's quiet—thankfully—even though you feel much better than before.

"What time is it?" you ask after what must have been ten minutes of complete silence.

"It's, uh, ten past one," Peter stutters out, like he's surprised by the sound of your voice. In reality he just reacts this way each time you speak, but the circumstances have chipped on his resolve. He can't hide his shivers behind a cool facade anymore.

"Happy Halloween," you croak out, earning a quiet chuckle from him. He checks his phone to see the date on top of the screen. 31st October, indeed.

Honestly, Peter has been some kind of obsessed with you since he was sixteen and visited the compound for the first time. You and Steve were walking on the trail slinging around the grounds, deep into solemn conversation.

Peter should have been listening to the endless list of security policy Happy was lining up for him, but he just couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Not because you were beautiful—you are, but he couldn't really see your face in detail from that far away—but because there was someone else his age in the same situation as him. Then he found out you were just Steve's adopted little sister and was a bit disappointed over your lack of involvement with the Avengers.

For weeks he tried to understand why you were in this century too and if Captain America had kept you secret for a reason. Peter was too nervous to actually talk to you until Tony shut him out of some team meeting and you were the only other one in the living room. He saw you everyday after that.

But now he's living hours away at university and he hates that it feels like you're drifting apart and everything is happening without him knowing. You drinking and being interested in men and men being interested in you. He tries to keep the contact up—texts you everyday and calls you and sends messages to Steve or Bucky if you don't answer. For the things you won't tell him, the things he can't see.

He was so excited for tonight. Chose the Indiana Jones costume because Harrison Ford is cool and sexy in those movies and surely you must think that too? And damn it, when he saw you sparkle and shimmer as you walked into the room with your wings fluttering he almost fell to the ground. It was fun as long as you were sober enough to actually talk to him.

Peter's spent the last hour and a half so goddamn mad at Natasha's boyfriend. And of course he is jealous, it should have been him you were dancing with like that, but that man took advantage of your vulnerable state. You could barely stand up, let alone actually protest or give your consent. Peter doesn't know if that was your first kiss or not, but regardless he's mighty glad he knocked the guy out.

You've gone quiet again, and he almost thinks you have fallen asleep, but you peek out from under the towel when the door you all came in through is thrown open. Heavy boots clank against the floor and a frown adorns Steve Rogers', or Fred from Scooby Doo for the night, face when he and his best friend barges inside. It doesn't take long for them to catch sight of the couch occupied by a wide-eyed Peter, stoic Natasha and still kind of drunk Y/n.

"You're going to be the death of me, young lady," Steve speaks up, letting out a deep sigh once he's close enough to tower over your figure.

He got a run-through of the events by a slightly dramatic Asgardian god and an infinitely more concerned Wanda a few minutes ago. You had gotten black-out drunk and found yourself grinding against some punk in the crowd. That was forgivable, even though Steve would much rather you didn’t at this age. Then that fucking jerk shoved his tongue down your throat despite you barely being able to form words. Yeah, Jackson or Jacob or whatever his name was had a talk with Bucky before the two of them rushed over here.

With his hands on his hips and a shake of his head, Steve stands there for a second before kneeling down. Bucky has his arms crossed a few feet away like he still hasn't really decided wether he's pissed or just feels sorry for you.

"You okay, Y/n?" Steve asks you, a little softer. His palm has come to feel your forehead, even though you doubt fever is a common symptom of being hungover.

Peter is paralyzed beside him. He’s quite sure Steve knows how completely infatuated he is with you. Mostly because Peter accidentally, somehow, sent a voice message meant for Ned to Bucky. He must have shared that by now. What should I wear? Y/n is going to be there. Han Solo? Does she even like brunettes? Is she into blondes? Oh god, I’m helpless.

"No," you mutter in answer to your brother’s question. "This sucks. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Bucky snorts. "What did you even drink? Vodka?"

"No. I don't know. In the beginning it was just some screw-top rosé Peter's roommate brought," you tell him, scrunching your nose with the memory of the taste of it. "It tasted cheap."

"Oh, because you know things like that now, do you?" Bucky says, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can tell expensive wine from cheap-ass rosé?"

"Buck," Steve says before you even have the chance to answer. Chastises, maybe. "You're not 21 yet. Who gave all that alcohol to you?"

You turn your head away, pressing it into the pillow. Steve turns you back to him with a hand to your shoulder, giving you a pointed look that holds some level of amusement. He acts like God's righteous man, but he was a troublemaker in his youth. Tony would have a field day if he knew all the times Steve came home drunk at sixteen after drinking some musty home-made brandy.

"Peter?" Steve looks up at him when you choose not to answer, using alternative, dirty methods to get answers. Cheater. Your mouth falls open, looking over at both your brother and Peter with an offended glare.

The young man stutters, eyes glancing frantically between the two of you while trying to figure out who scares him the most. "I—uh, don't know. My roommate. Apparently. Natasha's boyf—ex?"

The playful tone dims into stern faces and clenched jaws as the villain of the evening is mentioned out loud. You're caught up deciphering the sudden switch in attitude for longer than you should have before solving the riddle. Natasha told you nothing happened, but unfortunately you have vague pictures of a man, her man, shoving his tongue into your mouth. Oh god.

You sink even further into the couch, if that's possible, shielding yourself from the undoubtably judgemental gazes shared in the room. Natasha's boyfriend cheated with you and you didn't even say anything.

"Don't hide from us, sweetheart," Steve says, brushing hair away from your face. "Hey, it's not your fault. That punk took advantage of you. You weren't in your right mind."

Your dickhead of a brother knows you too well. Can tell with just a glance when you're overthinking and analyzing and blaming yourself for problems that have nothing to do with you from the beginning.

"Calm down, birdie,” Nat says softly, earning your attention even though you want to crawl out of your skin. “That's not a conscious decision, when you're drunk like that. It wasn't your fault in the least. Fourty minutes ago you couldn't even stand straight.”

"I'm really sorry, Nat," you say, eyes flickering down to your legs draped over her lap.

"Stop it. That fucking dickhead thought it would be a good idea to tell me he wanted to have a threesome with you. I told him to stay away from you and leave, but he obviously didn't. Probably just to spite me."

"Threesome?" Steve chokes on his breath and the word comes out as more of a cough. He tightens his hold on your hand until you let out a wince, drawing a whispered ‘sorry’ from his lips.

“Me?” you breathe out, sitting up a little higher.

Peter pushes you down onto the pillow again not even a second later. He doesn’t want you to strain yourself. He’s also fucking pissed now because that man not only assaulted you, he also asked Natasha to have a threesome with you. A 19-year old.

“I’m sorry that he took advantage of you, Y/n. Not going to bring anymore of these assholes I keep dating.” Natasha sighs tiredly, letting her head fall back against the couch.

“That’s not your fault either, you know,” Bucky mutters, earning a pointed look from her that says more than her words can. A ‘thank you’ and ‘I know, dickhead’ simultaneously.

A comfortable silence spanning a dozen of seconds is shared between the five of you. It’s late and everyone is tired and what needed to be said has already been said. You’re fine after all and Natasha will be okay, if she isn’t already.

Peter shifts uncomfortably beside you, brushing against your hair and alerting you even more of his presence. He’s been so sweet to you tonight. He always has been. It guilts you now that you have taken his kindness for granted with time, but Peter cared for you the entire evening despite his teasing words.

You don’t know if it means something. Peter is good to everyone. And he has—MJ and him seem so close. They most likely spend all their time together now when they go the same college. Both geniuses. You don’t really have much to contribute except being the younger sister of America’s favorite hero and embarrassing yourself in a fairy costume on Halloween.

So you push the thought aside. Bury it deep and take in the rest of your surroundings. A quiet snort rests on your lips as you assess the brooding man who has finally seated himself down on an uncomfortable chair from the kitchen.

"Your costume is horrible, Bucky. You're not even dressed up,” you speak up, breaking the silence with a playful smile.

"Yes. I am," he mutters. "I have a mask."

"That does not count. You're wearing your normal clothes." You giggle while he rolls his eyes, earning a chuckle from you brother too. He’s glad to see you cheering up.

“What is considered a real costume then, sweets?” Bucky asks you, raising his eyebrows while pinpointing you with his ingenuine glare.

“I don’t know.” You look around, glancing over your brother’s attempt at a classic Fred, Natasha’s Dorothy, before landing on Indiana Jones. “Peter’s is good,” you mumble, heat spreading to your cheeks from nowhere. Why are you reacting this way?

“Yeah, sure lucky ‘bout that since he planned it all for you,” he mumbles under his breath. “Punk is head over heels.”

The breath escapes the two of you—you and Peter. Because Peter knows Bucky is right and you can’t believe what you just heard.

“What?” both you and Steve say simultaneously. Your brother has turned his entire body towards Peter.

You raise yourself up to a seat, glancing between Bucky and Peter. The latter’s eyes are wide open, lips parted. Guilty.

“Peter?” you ask him, so quietly he almost has to rely on the shape of your lips to hear what you said.

A clearing of his throat. Scratch on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, about that…”

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

AWWWWWW THIS WAS SOOO CUTE 💖💖

Playlist 🎙

Headcanons

Peter parker x Reader

• Peter loves listening to music with you, everything about it

• He loves the cliché one earbud in each ear as you guys are forced to stay near each other

• It’s one of the reasons he would never invest in wireless despite your teases

• He loves making playlists that remind him of you (love songs ;)

• Even though you might call him corny or cheesy deep down he knows you love it

• Sometimes he’ll just send you one song instead of a whole playlist so you would focus on the lyrics

• The lyrics are almost always sappy but you absolutely adore it

• Cuddling on the rooftop while listening to one of the million playlists he’s made you

• Dancing in your room and bopping your heads to the beat

• (Peter is the worst dancer you’ve ever seen) But you would never tell him that because it’s too cute

• Both of you completely and utterly in love with each other and not wanting to waste a moment because you’re both too familiar with how fragile life is :(

• Him singing to you while you fall even more in love (whether it was way out of tune or not)

• Mj taking pictures of you guys sharing earbuds on the train while going to her house (looking cute)

• Despite your friends thinking you two are absolutely adorable. They hate the pda (even though you guys keep it to a minimum)

• Putting songs that might be your vibe and not only songs that remind him of you <3

• Him admiring the way your face lights up when listening to music

• You guys both listening to arctic monkeys and the neighborhood on your way to Europe

• You thinking it’s funny to add the Spider-Man theme song someone made into Every. Single. Playlist.

• The cover of the playlists being different cute pics of you guys :)

• Listening to your date playlists while at a diner or on a picnic

• Both of you guys listening to it when you miss each other but can’t see each other :(

• You guys bonding over music

• If you make music or play an instrument he would be your biggest fan and cheer you on 24/7

• You getting flustered the first time he made you a playlist because it was so sweet and he was blushing and stuttering <3

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #3

(y/n is mad at Peter)

Y/n: Peter, tum subse bade gadhe ho! *glares at Peter*

Peter: I'm sorry *looks at them with sad puppy eyes*

Tony: wait, do you even know what they said?

Peter: yEaH, and no, I just memorized the word 'gadhe' that they only use it when I do something idiotic. Basically they means I'm stupid

I LOVE THIS 😍😍😍😍

Love (Sweet Love)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter makes sure, everyday, he shows you how much he loves you.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive, swearing, cute boyfriend!Peter.

A/N: In honor of Little Mix's song Love (Sweet Love) coming out yesterday, I decided to write this fic. Yes I know this song is about showing yourself love, but the title fit this fic so leave me alone :). Enjoy!

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"Aww Peter you didn't!" You squeal when you see your boyfriend at your door holding a bag of your favorite food from Chick-fil-A. He smiled then entered your house, as he did he engulfed you in a big hug. He made sure to kiss your forehead before walking over to the table and getting your food out.

You had texted Peter about an hour ago saying you were hungry and probably going to make some soup for lunch. Him being the awesome boyfriend he is, he went to your favorite place to eat and grabbed some food for you.

"I told you I was going to make something. You didn't have to do this." You walk behind him and wrap your arms around his torso and placed your chin on his shoulder.

"I was not about to let you eat soup for lunch. You don't even like soup." He says chuckling.

"But-"

"No buts, I love you and care about you, so that's why I did this." He explains turning around in your arms. He pulls you into another hug before you guys dig in.

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You had just gotten home from school. Peter was already at your house, your guessing your mom let him in. As you walk in you throw your bag on the ground, extremely hard. Peter hears this and jerks his head that way. You walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, really hard.

Peter walked to the kitchen and saw you leaning on the counter, sipping from a coke, and looking angry.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He asks cautiously walking over to you.

"Nothing" you mumble out not even looking his direction.

"Well obviously something is wrong" Peter gets closer and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Talk to me" you look into his eyes and see he genuinely wants to know what's wrong.

"Mary Jane" you groan.

"What about her?" Peter tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

"I heard her and a few other girls in the bathroom talking about me....and you" You explain looking down at your feet.

"Well what were they saying?" Peter asks

"They we're saying that 'You're to good for me' and 'A unattractive, dumb, whore', like me doesn't deserve you." Tears start forming in your eyes. Peter feels anger bubbling up inside him. How could those girls say something like that? You're not unattractive, you're gorgeous. In fact you're hotter than Mary Jane. You're not dumb either, you're top of your class, and your sure as hell not a whore. The point is you're perfect, in Peter's eyes at least.

"Hey baby look at me" Peter says lifting your chin with his finger. Your teary eyes meet his soft loving ones.

"You are gorgeous, and smart, and just perfect. If anyone ever says otherwise they're dumb assholes. I love you and nothing can change that, okay?" He says. You smile and nod.

It didn't take long for Peter to cup your cheek and pull you into a passionate, love filled, kiss.

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"Where are we going, Peter?" You ask. Your boyfriend is covering your eyes and guiding you to a surprise he had for you.

"Almost there.....okay now keep your eyes closed until I say so okay?" He directs. You nod and giggle a little. He removes his hands from your eyes and walks off somewhere.

"Alright open your eyes"

You open your eyes and see your boyfriend standing on a dock, decorated with fairy lights. In the corner of the dock you see a little bluetooth speaker. In the middle, Peter is holding out his hand signaling for you to join.

"Peter...this is beautiful" you gush walking over and taking his hand.

"Not as beautiful as you" he replies, cute smile plastered on his face.

He pulls you closer and rest his free hand on your waist. Your free hand falls to his shoulder. Peter let's go of your waist to grab his phone from his pocket and start the music. His hand goes back to your waist and you start swaying to the music. Peter put on "Say you won't let go" by James Arthur. Your heads rest against each other as you peacefully dance on the dock.

"I'm so in love with you, and I hope you know. Darling your love is more than worths it's weight in gold" Peter sings, looking into your eyes and smiling.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips then keeps dancing.

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You were sitting in the cafeteria with your friends Peter, Ned, and Gwen. Peter has his arm around your shoulder and you're sipping on a Capri sun.

"You guys are so cute, but I have a question?" Gwen states.

"Shoot" Peter says taking a bite of his pizza.

"Have you guys fucked yet?" She asks nonchalantly. Peter chokes on his Pizza and you pat his back to help him out.

"I'm sorry?" You ask

"Have you two had sex yet" Ned elaborates.

"Well....yeah but....once" Peter says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why only once?" Gwen questions.

"Well because I respect Y/N and if she doesn't want to we don't have to."

"I never said I didn't want to" you mumble looking at your food. Peter looks down at you but doesn't say anything.

"Oh that's understandable then, I wish someone loved me like Peter lives you Y/N/N" Gwen gushes.

Peter erases his dirty thoughts and smiles. He kisses your temple then goes back to eating.

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Finally. The day everyone at your school has been waiting for. Graduation. You were so excited. You'd finally be out of school, that is until college, but that is going to be different from this hell hole.

The actual ceremony took way too long, but in the end it was worth it. You got to sit next to Peter and Gwen so it wasn't too bad.

As usual when they announced that the class of 2025 had graduated, you and the rest of the graduates, threw your caps in the air. You laughed and hugged Gwen. You turned around to hug Peter, but you didn't see him at first.

You looked down to see Peter on one knee and holding a box with a ring in it. You feel tears start to fill your eyes. Peter is smiling and took your hand in his free one.

"I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?" Peter asks, nervous look on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You gush. He quickly got up and hugged you. He picked you up a little and spun you around.

Everyone was clapping and cheering. You didn't see but, Gwen was behind you taking pictures.

Peter is amazing, he completes you. Words can't describe how much love, sweet love, you have for him.

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©️ spideymix 2021

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss║💔 heartbreaking

❆ The Favourite by @rendevousz ⭐️

Summary: Reader is the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

❆ [Untitled] by @slutfornat ⭐️

Summary: Reader falls asleep and the Avengers can’t help but feel protective of her.

❆ Flipping a Story by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: Reader has mind control powers and made use of them when she got bullied at school. She thought the Avengers were going to get mad at her for doing such a reckless thing, but it’s quite the opposite, really.

❆ [Untitled] by @sometimesiwriteandothershit

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avenger as a teenager.

❆ She’s Not Dying by @rae-is-typing

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: You have a cold, and Thor thinks you’re dying.

❆ Minor Injury, Overprotective Bucky by @rae-is-typing 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) mostly Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: Reader gets injured in a mission and Bucky gets overprotective of her.

❆ Oops…? by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor x Reader

Summary: Reader accidentally murders somebody, and the boys try to cheer her up.

❆ [Untitled] by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, cameo of Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: It was girls’ movie night, but Nat and Wanda can’t stop teasing you.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @cumberhoe

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @onegayastronaut

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Hug It Out by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Summary: Reader always gives the best hugs to the Avengers anytime they need it. And when the reader needs one, every one of them joined in to hug her back.

❆ Where Do Babies Come From? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: The reader goes around the tower asking where do babies come from.

❆ Overprotective Much? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Brother!Tony Stark & (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on Tony’s little sister and Tony gets a little overprotective of her.

❆ I’ll Treat Her Like a Goddess by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers & (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Steve gets overprotective when the reader told him she’s going out with Peter Parker.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is Peter’s partner, nailing Bucky down as Peter nails Falcon down. When Peter gets taken away, she stayed there and help them.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Summary: Reader gets injured and the Avengers is babying her.

❆ Dear Uncle by @welldonebeca

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson x OC Character Sarah Rogers

Summary: This week at school, Sarah’s homework is to write love letters to the people she loved the most. Most of her classmates were set on writing for two people or three, but not her. She had too many people to choose from, which meant a lot of work to do.

❆ Pepper Potts’ Niece by @avengersandchill 💯

Summary: Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage.

❆ Talent Show by @f-b-a-w-t-f-t

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff and other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader signs up for a talent show and the Avengers came to see her.

❆ Magnets by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and the reader pulled pranks on Bucky and they ran for their life.

❆ Avengers Taking Care of You Would Include… by @namjoon-koya

Summary: Headcanon of what the Avengers taking care of you would be like.

❆ Are We There Yet? by @mangosoldier

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Steve decides Bucky needs a well deserved vacation, so a cross country road trip it is with Bucky’s favorite person, Sam Wilson. Oh, and of course Steve’s unwilling best friend, you.

❆ How To Deal With a Bunch of Aggravating, Overprotective Brothers by @marvelous-imagining ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, Vision, (NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader is Steve’s girlfriend and all the other male Avengers are like her big bros. One day she went on an undercover mission with the Avengers monitoring her. Some guy flirts with the reader and chaos ensues which made her turn off her comms.

❆ Challenge Accepted by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader tends to screw up in missions, but Steve and Bucky decides to give her a chance to prove that she could do some more important action.

❆ When You Were Young by @volklana

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Steve Rogers, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Loki’s revenge falls upon the wrong person. Protective Bucky looks after the little reader.

❆ Water Gun Fights and the Arcade by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: You have a choice between shooting Bucky with a water gun or going to the arcade.

❆ Waking Up the Avengers by @avengers-fics

Summary: You get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning.

❆ Worthy of You by @wokeupinawalnut 💯

Summary: Reader finally got a date and the Avengers is on a spying mission to find out who the lucky man is.

❆ A Little Prankster by @wokeupinawalnut

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader turns into a kid and the Avengers have to take care of her since she pranks the other agents, especially Fury.

❆ [Untitled] by @randomfandomimagine 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to seeing a usually-sweet-and-soft reader turns into a total badass in their mission.

❆ [Untitled] by @moonlit-imagines

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Clint Barton, Vision, Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avengers and super affectionate.

❆ Being An Avengers Would Include… by @ynscrazylife

Summary: Reader is quiet at first, but what happens when she gets to know the others?

❆ Bad Driver by @ola-elaina

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, (NON-PLATONIC) Shaun x Reader

Summary: 800 words of Sam and Bucky mocking the reader’s driving skills & bad flirting.

❆ Secret Child by @meganlpie

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader is Tony’s secret toddler child.

❆ [Untitled] by @ech0rose

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Peter Parker, Wanda Romanoff x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you overworking yourself.

❆ Pouter by @t-w-i-t-c-h-y

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Pouters get tickled. More specifically by Steve.

❆ The Send Off by @itsallyscorner ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The Avengers sending you off to prom.

❆ I Will Protect You by @justabigassnerd

Pairings: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, cameo of Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and the Avengers feel like it’s their responsibility to keep the reader safe.

❆ Lost by @that-sokovian-bastard

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and she almost drowned. The Avengers gets protective of her.

❆ Making Amends by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Dad!Tony Stark, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader—Tony’s kid—got kidnapped. But even with all the conflicts going on between Cap and Tony, Cap decides to rescue the reader together with Sam and Bucky.

❆ Molecular Thingamajig by @forever-more-never-again

Summary: Reader is left at the Avengers compound with Bruce when he unconsciously turned himself into the Hulk and accidentally injured the reader.

❆ You Took a Polaroid of Us by @ptersparkers 💔💯

Summary: The Avengers can’t seem to understand why you’re so obsessed with taking polaroids until they come across your scrapbook.

❆ Lost Part. I | Part. II by @notcaring99

Pairings: Evil!Loki, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, OC Characters, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped by Loki because of her powers and the Avengers come to the rescue!

❆ Never Gone by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Wanda, Vision x Reader

Summary: The Avengers thought the reader died after seeing her fall off a cliff, but luckily Thor and Loki found her.

❆ Goodbye by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites 💔

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Avengers, Pepper Potts x Reader

Summary: The Avengers and your friends find letters you wrote them before you died.

❆ Protective Part. I | Part. II by @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader, a tiger shape-shifter, is on Team Cap, but what happens when she jumps in front of Peter to save him? (Civil War)

❆ You’re Badly Injured by @randomfandomimagine

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you getting badly injured in a fight.

❆ Tough One by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, (PLATONIC) mentions of other Avengers

Summary: The Avengers, especially the reader’s dad, Steve, gets worried when the reader got kidnapped by Rumlow. But surprisingly, she’s a badass.

❆ December 7th, 1941 by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, mentions of Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader has a time travel ability and got stuck in World War II.

THIS WAS THE BEST PETER PARKER FIC!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I NEED MORE LIKE THIS!!!!!!

Can you please write a Peter Parker secretly dating reader with water/ice powers. I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

My Mini Elsa

A/N: Thank you for the request love! This is my first time writing a secret relationship, so I apologize if this is horrible- I have to admit, I love making up random icy nicknames- I feel like that's just something Peter would always do.

PARING: Peter Parker x Ice Powered Reader

SUMMARY: You and Peter are in a classical secret relationship. Only difference is he’s Spider-Man and you can control Ice.

WARNINGS: Not really any, just fluff

Peter had a longing look in his eyes as he watched you walk toward him with your friends, laughing at a joke they made. He wanted nothing more than to run up to you and shower your soft face with kisses, but he knew he couldn’t. Besides, it was his idea to keep your relationship a secret, he was Spider-Man, and being such he had acquired quite a few enemies, if they found out Spider-Man had a girlfriend, one who held the ability to control ice no less, you would be in constant danger. And Peter couldn’t live with himself knowing it was because of him. Instead he had to wait until you were alone to be able to hold you, touch you, tell you how much he absolutely adores you. Which was basically torturer for him.

As you walked past you caught Peters eye, sending him a sly wink before you walked off. His face turned a dusted pink and he immediately looked at his shoes, smiling to himself. The last thing you heard was Ned asking Peter what he was smiling at, turning him into a stuttering mess.

You were headed to your favorite class of the day, science, where Peter’s your lab partner, of course you could still talk to him any other time, you were friends, but you still loved having an excuse to be with him. Sitting down at your chair you smiled to Peter as he walked in, waving at you.

“How’s My Mini Elsa doing?” He asked you before he put his books down. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he knew you hated but he loved for some reason.

Peter was just about to lean in and press a kiss to your cheek out of habit but he stopped his reflex in time, sighing sadly.

“I’m better now you’re here Spidie” You said sweetly, Peters eyes widened slightly.

“Keep your voice down!” He whisper shouted, looking around the room which just drew attention to him. Honestly you wondered how the whole school hadn’t found out yet with how terrible he is at keeping secrets.

“Says the one who just called me ‘Mini Elsa.’ He pretended to contemplate it for a moment.

“Fair point, sorry Ice-cube.” You just hit him playfully in response.

“Why do you always have to use those nicknames?” You wined but deep down you loved it.

“Because your powers are super cool,” He slipped his arm around your waist and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“You think there cool?” You asked innocently and he nodded in return. You hummed as you subtly lifted your hand and froze the liquid in one of the beakers. Peters head shot to you in surprise.

“Y/N!” He scolded.

“What? No one will miss it” You shrugged, giving him your doe eyes that you knew he fell for every time. He let out an exaggerated breath, giving in as he glanced back to the now frozen glass making you giggle.

“Woah, getting a little handsy there aren’t we Penis Parker?” Yelled a voice that always made your stomach drop. Peter glared at Flash before reluctantly letting go of your waist, not wanting to blow your cover. You wined at the lack of touch and he sent you a sympathetic glance before gesturing for you to continue with your project.

Four horrible hours later and school was finally over, meaning that you could at last be with Peter freely. A smile graced your lips as you thought about it. The elevator doors dinged open before you skipped to his door knocking on it. Not even three knocks in, and it swung open surprising you, what surprised you more was the pair of arms that instantly wrapped around you. You barely even got to look at Peters face before he gently tugged you inside and embraced you with a warm hug.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” You brushed your hands through his soft hair as you felt his breath tickle your collar bone.

“I missed you Y/N,” He nuzzled closer into your neck like a child, savoring your warm touch that he’d been deprived of all day.

“I missed you too,” You laughed. That’s when Peter suddenly picked you up- effortlessly thanks to his super strength, earning a shocked squeal from you. He started walking you towards his bedroom while looking up at you.

“You’re cute,” He smiled, making you look away shyly. After a bit of struggling Peter managed to swing his door open, almost dropping you in the process.

“Graceful.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes and throw you on the bed.

“Peter!” You squealed, glaring at him as you sat back up,

“What?” He jumped on the bed next to you, making you bounce slightly,

“I could have died!” You said, steadying yourself and slapping his hand away.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” He laughed, reaching for you again. But before he could you waved your hands together, a devilish look painted on your face. Peter glanced from you, to the snowball forming in your palms and back with panicked eyes as he comprehended what you were doing.

“Y/N wait, I- I didn’t mea-” Before he could finish, you threw the snowball at his face causing him to fall back dramatically. He hit the mattress with a huff, you to let out a fit of giggles as you looked at his snow-covered face.

“Y/NNN” He whined, dragging out the syllables,

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” You said mimicking him playfully. Peter groaned as he got back up.

“Very funny, point taken,” He rubbed at his cheek,

“Aww Pete, I’m sorry, do you want some help?” You asked sweetly, with a head tilt.

“Yes please,” He gave you sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll put some ice on it,” You weren’t able to hold back your laugh as you fell back on the bed, rolling around at your own joke that wasn’t even that funny. Peter looked at you, unamused.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned,

“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t, but who knew the great Spider-Man can’t handle a bit of snow?” You teased.

"Hey you don't see me shooting webs at you," he countered,

You were about to go on with your one-sided jokes when Peters lips suddenly crashed onto yours. You were shocked at first but soon melted into the kiss. He pecked your lips before he pulled away, picking up a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“That wasn’t exactly the response I was expecting for making fun of you, but ill take it” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I missed you so much.” He lent his forehead on yours and let out a contempt sigh.

“I missed you too, I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to be together,” You frowned.

“I know Snow-Pea, but its for your own safety, because I love you. One day we’ll be able to spend as much time as we want together, but for now, I’m just so grateful that I can be with you. If anything, it makes time spent together more precious. I’ve never met anyone like you Y/N, and that’s not just because of the Ice-powers, I don’t want to put what we have at risk.” Your heart swelled at his kind words, deciding to ignore his cheesy ice nickname.

“I look forward to that time Pete”

“So do I, you have no idea how much time I spend thinking of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow – signaling for him to elaborate.

“What do you think about?” Peter looked deep into your curious eyes and smiled to himself.

“Well,” He started as he lay down, propping his head up on the pillows. You settled yourself next to him, resting your head on his chest and winding your legs around his.

“I imagine the time when I can walk through the school holding onto your hand proudly, showing off the fact that you’re my girl.” Something about the way Peter said my girl made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I dream of the times where, one day, I can hold you, and kiss you when ever we want to, instead of having to wait for days in a row. Where whenever I feel like it, I can yell ‘I love you Y/N L/N’ from the top of my lungs, and trust me, I want to do that a lot.” You laugh at that, tightening your grip around his torso.

“And I think of our future together… having kids?” He said hesitantly, studying your face to gauge your reaction. His heart leaped when he saw you smile hopefully, so he went on.

“I wonder what they would be like, I mean, would they have ice powers like their mum? I can just picture a mini you running around, freezing everything in sight and making snow angels every chance they get.” You laughed together in pure bliss, starting to tear up a bit at the fact that Peter thought about this, a lot.

He saw your glossy eyes and started to pepper your face in loving kisses. Times like this made him wish he could spend every minute of everyday with you like this; The only time he was truly happy, no homework, no Spider-Man duties, no stress, just you and him.

“I love you Peter, you have no idea,”

“Mmm, I think I might have a bit of an idea Snowflake,” He said fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing in your apple and cinnamon shampoo.

“I love you too,”

BONUS PART:

“Pete?” May yelled from Peters bedroom.

“Yeah May?” he asked, taking out his earbuds and opening his door to see May changing his sheets.

“Why is there Ice all over your bed?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice. The boy’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning slightly pale.

“I uhmm, well… S-simple explanation really-”